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The Warehouse | TESTICLES, MINOR | A young man in assaulted at a warehouse. | “Hey kid, what the fuck you think you’re doing?” Startled, Cody turned to see
two men had sneaked in behind him while he had been idling looking at the
blank warehouse wall and shaking a can of spray paint. Both were big, wore
holstered handguns on one hip and portable radios on the other, and were clad
in the uniforms of some kind of rent-a-cop security company.
“I, uh,” he started to say.
“I know exactly what you were going to do!” The larger man exclaimed, eying
the bag of paint cans as well as the one Cody had been shaking. “You were
going to tag that wall, you little cocksucker. It looks like we got here just
in time.”
“No!” Cody cried. “I wasn’t going to paint the wall! Honest!”
“Honest, my ass,” the other man added in. “Someone’s been tagging all around
here, and it looks to me like we just caught him red handed.”
“Eight and Ten, come in please.” The larger man keyed the shoulder microphone
and spoke into the radio. “The Vardini loading dock,” he said to the unseen
Eight and Ten, “ASAP, please.” Cody looked beyond the two men, searching for
an escape route. Fighting them was not an option for the hundred and twenty
pound fifteen year old; both men were big and stout looking and would
apparently be soon joined by two more men.
The corner of the loading dock was bordered by a high iron railing and Cody
was trapped like a caged animal in one corner. The only escape route was right
through the two large men. “Don’t even think about trying it, kid,” the
smaller man warned, as if reading his mind. “You just stay right there and
keep cool, hear?”
“What do we have here?” Cody didn’t if this was Eight Or Ten. Both had driven
up a few minutes ago, and both were obviously employed by the same company.
One was man about like the first two; the other was a woman almost as large.
“We caught us a tagger, Rob,” the larger man said, “we caught him red-handed,
literally.” As proof, he held out Cody’s can of red spray paint.
“I’m not a tagger!” Cody said, indignantly.
“Shut the fuck up, boy.” The smaller man cautioned.
“So, you need our help with the apprehension?” The woman asked. “He does look
pretty tough.”
The large man just gave her a dirty look and addressed her partner. “You
remember what I said this morning? About how this tagging had better stop or
there was to be some ass-kicking going on?”
“Yeah, I remember,” the guy they had called Rob answered. “The warehouse
owners are really pissed, and, that makes you pissed.”
“Well, we caught four of the little bastards last week and hauled them in, and
they were back out here before we could even get back on duty. You figure just
running them in is going to stop the tagging and save your jobs?”
“Fuck no!” His smaller partner answered for all of them.
“Well then, let’s do it,” the large man stated.
“Do what?” the woman asked.
“What we talked about at coffee this morning.” The boss knew that the split-
tail was dense, but he didn’t think she was this stupid.
“You mean that thing with his balls?” She finally said.
“Uh, hey Boss,” Rob spoke up. “It ain’t right to mess with a guy’s privates.
You know what I mean?”
“I’ll do it,” the large man volunteered.” I don’t mind messing with guys’
stuff, and I’ll bet this little boy has a real set on him, unlike someone I
know.” He gave the woman a warm smile. She flipped him off.
Cody felt his scrotum retract and his asshole pucker, but before he could even
move the four assailants had seized him and were roughly removing his
clothing. “Well, look at that!” The larger man exclaimed as soon as they had
the naked boy spread-eagle on the loading dock. “Hell, he isn’t even old
enough to have much hair, either that or he shaves it like some fairy.”
Cody had a swim meet Monday, and like all competitive swimmers he prepped for
the important events by shaving his arms, legs, and thighs, leaving only what
hair on his crotch that would be covered by his Speedo. This didn’t seem like
the proper time to enlighten his captors, though.
“Just hold him right there,” the man said, donning the latex gloves that he
always carried. He picked up the spray can Cody had been shaking, listened to
ball rattle a few times, then roughly grabbed Cody’s dick, forced the foreskin
back, and pressed the button in the can. “Ooh, red, my favorite color,” the
man said.
Cody felt the foreign touch of another person’s hand on his cock and then the
cool air on his exposed glans, then the awful, burning sting as the powerful
solvent in the quick-drying paint attacked the delicate nerve center. He
couldn’t help but cry out, and was quickly rewarded by having his mouth
stuffed with one of his socks. He then felt the grip shift to his balls and
force then up and away from his body while the cool paint spray was applied to
the inside of his thighs, and finally the wetness as his pubes and scrotum
were soaked with the remainder of the can.
“Roll him over,” the guy said, shaking a new can to free the little marble and
mix the paint. “Hold him right there.” Cody felt fingers separate his ass
cheeks and then another fiery sting as the paint hit the tender skin of his
hole. He man played the stream up and down Cody's crack, and finally across
both ass cheeks before turning his attention to the boy's head. “You look good
with red hair kid,” He said, once his hair and scalp had been thoroughly
soaked with paint. “Now, get the fuck out of here and go to that day care
center you call a high school and spread the word: No more fucking tagging.”
Vince Vardini pulled his Mercedes into his driveway and was immediately
pissed. His son’s bicycle, against standing orders and common sense, had been
abandoned in the middle of the driveway, blocking access to the garage. Plus,
he’d given the fifteen year old explicit instructions to paint a red boundary
around the outside of the loading dock and on the front of the stair risers at
the warehouse, as per a safety inspector’s demands. He didn’t expect the
teenager to bust his ass, but still, it was a simple enough Saturday project
for a kid who had been granted a very generous allowance, and there was no way
his son could be finished by now.
The next three hours were all kind of a blur to Vince: How he found his son
trying to scrub red paint from his crotch and head with an open container of
gasoline, how he’d rushed his son outside before the pilot light of the water
heater could ignite the fumes and immolate both of them, and how he’d wrapped
him in a blanket and driven to the emergency room, and how he’d paced the
floor until the doctor came out and delivered both the bad and the good news.
“What happened, son?” Vince asked as they drove back home. Cody’s head and
crotch had been shaved, and most of the paint had been removed, but some, like
that in his anus on his glans, would take more time and he was likely to burn
and peel everywhere the paint had been. He would be extremely uncomfortable
for the next few weeks, and worst of all, he was prohibited from entering a
swimming pool. Getting bumped from the swim team would hurt Cody more than
anything else.
“I was just getting ready to paint the loading dock when four guys, uh, three
guys and a woman, jumped me and accused me of being a tagger. They stripped me
and, uh, painted me.”
“Who were they?”
“They all had guns and badges that said Atlas or something like that.”
“Atlas Security,” Vince said. “A real bunch of assholes. I use Sentry security
instead. They shouldn’t even have been on the property. Did you get any of
their names?”
“A big guy and his partner jumped me and they radioed for help. A guy they
called Rob and the woman came but it was the big guy that acted like he was
the boss, and he’s the one that painted me.”
“Can you remember anything else about him?”
“Not really, Dad, but the way the big guy, you know, touched my dick and
balls? I got the idea that he, you know, likes guys instead of women?”
“I’m trying to find one of Atlas’s people,” Vince told the owner of Sentry
Security. “He’s probably a supervisor or foreman. He’s a big guy,might be a
fag, and he was working the warehouse area with a partner. A guy named Rob and
his partner, a woman, met them there.” I don’t care about the others, just the
big guy. Find him and take pictures. My son will make the positive
identification.”
“Can I ask why?” The security chief inquired.
“He trespassed on Vardini property and humiliated and injured my son and
endangered his life, and also prevented him from swimming for the state
championship. Is that enough?”
The security chief knew Vince’s reputation and his terrible capacity for
revenge. “That’s all I need to know,” he said. Whoever the guy was, he’d best
start praying, the chief thought as Vince left.
“The Vardini family has been in the nut business for three generations,” the
hooded man told his captive. “We don’t grow them, but we just process and
wholesale. Some of them we crack, some we crush, and some we roast.” The large
man didn’t want to hear this kind of talk, about nuts; his were particularly
vulnerable at the moment, being as how he was naked and tied spread-eagle to a
worktable in the warehouse. To emphasize the point the hooded man reached out
and took the big man’s nuts in his hand and gave then a hard squeeze. The man
was big, he thought, well over six and a half feet tall and weighed upwards of
two hundred fifty pounds, but his testicles were small, not larger than his
own or those of his fifteen year old son. “You have caused an innocent
fifteen-year-old boy, the only son of the owner of this business, a great deal
of pain, humiliation, and embarrassment, and for that you shall pay.”
“This material is called Nomex,” the hooded man said, producing a three foot
square piece of silvery fabric. “It’s what firemen’s and race car drivers’
suits are made from. It doesn’t burn.” The cloth had a hole in the center, and
it was through this hole that the captive man’s balls were forced. The hooded
man then gathered the cloth around his captive’s scrotum and secured it with
several wraps of wire.
“Please, don’t hurt my balls!” The big man pleaded. “Anything but that!
Please! I’ll even suck your dick!”
“If I wanted you to suck my dick you’d all ready be doing it,” the hooded man
said, producing a can of spray paint. “Recognize this?” He asked, shaking the
can.
“Please!” The big man repeated.
“Shut up,” the hooded man said, depressing the button on the can and directing
the red mist onto his captive’s scrotum. The big man bucked and struggled
against his bonds and the paint was applied to his balls, but it wasn’t until
the hooded man produced a cigarette lighter that he began to scream.
Ten minutes later it was over. The paint had burnt off and with it most of the
big man’s scrotal skin. Another application was required for the man’s
testicles, but by that time he had passed out from the pain and was unaware of
their ultimate destruction.
“How are you doing, Son,” Vince Vardini asked Cody later that afternoon.
“Uh, okay I guess, Dad,” the boy answered. He wore a fashionable skater-boy
stocking cap, and was dressed in loose, baggy sweat pants. “It doesn’t hurt
anymore, but it itches like crazy and I keep peeling. Hey Dad,” he added,
pointing to the red stain on his fathers hands. “Have you been painting?”
“Yeah, Son,” Vince smiled. “Just a little project down at the warehouse. Too
bad you weren’t there to help.”
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Reflections of Nate - Part 1 of 4 | PENECTOMY, MINOR | In honor of Bboy...see note. | ` ``
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Reflections of Nate I
By: Paolo
[PENECTOMY] [MINOR]
A little something for our Hero! More to follow.
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**Author's Note** - I wrote this 4 part tale in 2001 as a gift for Bboy.†
Rather than leave it hidden on the EA Server, or delete it, I've decided to
drag it back out, tune it up, and let it out for everyone to read.
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** _Reflections on Nateís Dilemma - I_**
Nate stood in the doorway of his little brotherís bedroom, hardly able to
contain his laughter. How many times, before, had his little brother walked in
on HIM jerking off? He smiled, then sighed regretfully. "Shit, I wish I could
do that again," he muttered, then squared his shoulders and announced, "You
know, you're not doing that right?!Ē
The smaller boy yelped, his eyes going wide as grabbed at his blanket. He
couldnít quite get himself covered in time, however, before his older brother
Nate got a good look at his four and half inch and tightly circumcised
erection with his left hand hovering guiltily over it. Once he did, he sighed
and realized the futility of it. He bit his lip and stared at him,
remembering.
ďHow long you been standiní there?Ē the younger boy demanded.
ďLong enough,Ē Nate replied, a familiar burning sensation building up within
him. God, he was jealous of the kid! He glanced around at the models, the
Nascar posters, the scattered clothing and shoes here and there. He looked
over at the closet, the door firmly closed, and the scattered videos and CDís
here and there on the far end of the room where the TV and stereo were. _If I
had it all to do over again Ö_ He sniffed.
Typical boyís room.
ďDonít you even know how to knock?Ē
Nate smiled and stepped into his little brotherís bedroom, closing the door
behind him. ďLike I said, Devon, youíre not doing that right. If you donít do
it right, it wonít feel as good!Ē
Devon stared at him, unable to believe what he was hearing. He had just been
caught masturbating by his older brother and expected to be put on the spot :
scolded, punished, blackmailed, or worse even Ė ratted out to mom and dad! And
instead, Nate had just said that he wasnít doing it right?! It didnít make
sense. He stared at Nate in disbelief, covered but too late, and ran his hand
over his shortly cropped crew cut of brown hair.
Nate sighed again, a million different thoughts and images running through his
head. _He always does that when heís nervous. What do I do now? How do I
handle it? Wonder how many times heís done it? Surely this isnít Ö no,
couldnít be, could it? Jesus, how stupid could I have been for doing that? Oh
well Ö whatís done is done. No sense ruining it for him._
ďDonít tell me you donít know what youíre doing?Ē he asked.
Devon looked away and nodded slowly. ďI thought youíd be on the stupid
computer again,Ē he muttered, ďand well, I thought Ö I thought you ÖĒ
ďYou thought I wouldnít notice? In case you didnít know it, little brother,
your bed makes noise when you do that. I heard it on my way to the bathroom.
Youíre gonna get blisters if you keep rubbiní at it dry like that.Ē
ďSo what are you, the expert?Ē the younger boy demanded, his face beet red.
ďI used to be,Ē Nate replied, ďDonít go anywhere. Be right back.Ē
He returned shortly with a small bottle of lotion and to Devonís surprise,
suddenly pulled back the blanket. Devon yelped again, his hands flying to his
crotch. Nate, however, had time to notice the changes. It had been a good
while since heíd seen his little brother naked, and the boy was beginning the
struggle with puberty. Before his hands could get his package covered up, Nate
noticed the small growth of pubic hair surrounding the topmost areas of his
crotch. There wasnít much, and it wasnít thick and coarse yet, but it was
there. The childhood softness of the boyís body was also beginning to be
replaced by the onset of muscle tone as well, but there wasnít a great deal of
that either. He flexed his own arm. Not yet.
ďWhat the fuck are you doiní, pervert?!Ē the boy squeaked.
Nate grinned. ďIf youíre gonna do it, youíre gonna do it right, kid!Ē
_Does this make me gay? I mean, I think Ö I know I look at guys, but this is
my little brother! Why the hell do I feel like this? WHY am I doing this? I
should leave Ö I should call him some dumb name and leave!_
But he didnít.
Devon blushed even brighter, his hands desperately trying to hide his
nakedness. Nathan laughed, tossing the bottle at him. It bounced off of his
tight stomach and he grunted. Unconsciously, he reached for it, exposing his
obvious erection again.
ďEighteen and knows it all,Ē the boy muttered, ďI suppose youíre gonna show me
how, now?Ē
Nate nodded. ďAs a matter of fact, I am.Ē
ďWhatír you, the expert?Ē Devon demanded.
ďUsed to be,Ē Nate answered with heavy regret in his voice. Thankfully, the
boy didnít catch it and ask what he meant. He certainly didnít want HIM to
know! Hell, he didnít want ANYONE to know. He could still hardly believe it
himself, and it had been four months. Thank God the days of showering in gym
class at school were over! THAT in itself had been bad enough beforehand.
Four months since he had come home, four months time to recover. Things were
fine, no infections, no complications; well, one complication.
He wanted to jack off and couldnít.
ďHow old are you now, Devon?Ē he asked, genuinely curious. He couldnít
remember.
ďThirteen, just,Ē the boy replied, ďdumbass!Ē
Nate grinned, stepping closer. Devon edged back on the bed towards the wall.
He had been about twelve or thirteen himself when heíd discovered the
Internet, and almost fourteen when heíd seen that damn video. In fact, a copy
of it was still buried in his sock drawer. How many nights had he secretly
watched that flick, some Asian thing, jerking off and again as the one scene
was rewound over and over as some guy on an operating table had his penis
removed? How long had he fantasized about HIM being on the operating table,
about waking up to find HIS own penis gone?
How many times he watched that nice dick slide off down the catheter, to be
split and discarded like so much trash? Certainly the tape was well worn by
now, and he realized that he hadnít watched it once since he had returned home
from his trip. And how many times had he talked about it online in the chat
room on that castration page? True, most of them were in it just for
castration, balls off only, but there were some who wanted either the whole
thing gone or just the penis. And how many people had he copied it off for to
mail out? Then heíd discovered video ripping, DSL, and the MPG fest had begun!
_Thank God for password security,_ he breathed, thinking about what might
happen if Devon found the video, the MPG, or worse yet, the chat room! He just
see the boy going online in there, naÔve, real name and all, and talking to
strangers about having various parts of his male anatomy cut off!
That was not going to happen, period.
In fact, it had been almost a month since heíd gone back there. The emails
were piling up, but somehow he just couldnít bring himself to read them and
reply. Heíd gotten carried away by it all and his own enthusiasm and done it,
planned it so well. Now here he was.
ďSo what are you doiní? Hello? Earth to Nate?Ē Devon asked.
Nate shook his head. ďSorry. Just remembering. Now, the first thing you need
to do is move the mattress over so thereís no noise and then stretch out and
relax. ď
Devon did that, and Nate took in the shape of his near perfect adolescent body
as the boy adjusted the bed. He knew it wouldnít be long until the arms were
suddenly too long, the joints hurt, the changes running amok. Growing pains,
then hormones.
And raging hard-ons.
Nate bit his lip as Devon stretched back out on the bed.
ďI CANíT believe weíre doiní this,Ē he demanded, ďIs this illegal?Ē
ďNo,Ē Nate replied. ďThereís nothing wrong with an older brother teaching his
little brother how to jack off the right way.Ē
ďOh,Ē Devon replied, blushing again. ďWell, I donít play with it much, I
swear. I never really tried before, I mean, sometimes I ÖĒ
As the boy stumbled over what he was trying to say, making excuses for being
caught with his pants down, Nate ran it all through his own head, mournfully
remembering his own days of raging puberty and urges some five years prior and
his strange trip through it which had led him to where he was now. ďSo, you
shoot yet?Ē Nate asked, interrupting his little brother and cutting right to
the chase.
ďOnly at night when I dream,Ē Devon confessed. ďAm I ok?Ē he added, suddenly
near tears.† Nate sat down on the bed. ďPlease donít tell on me!Ē Devon
begged.
ďDevon, thereís nothing wrong with it. You had wet dreams. Thatís what happens
when you build up too much cum inside your balls and it canít get out. Why do
you think you wanna jack off so much? Itís your brain telling you that
something has to go, and when it doesnít, you fire it off in your sleep!Ē
ďWhat if I get caught?Ē he moaned in a pathetic voice.
Nate remembered feeling the same way, and he smiled. ďI just caught you, and
you need to be more careful is all. Do it in the bath. Do it when no oneís
home. At least in the bath thereís no evidence.Ē
ďIs that what you used to do?Ē the boy asked, and Nate cringed at the words
Ďused to.í
He nodded.
ďWhat about my sheets?Ē
Nate suddenly laughed. ďYou sleep naked?Ē he asked in amazement.
Devon flushed again and nodded. ďI like how it feels.Ē
Nate noticed that his brotherís erection hadnít gone down a bit. For his age,
it looked as if Devon were going to be well off later in life. Again, he
suppressed the jealousy. ďMan, I wasnít brave enough for that until I was like
sixteen,Ē he admitted, ďAND thereís nothing wrong with it. Itís your body, you
should like it and not be ashamed of it. Get out all the sheets youíre hidiní
and Iíll wash Ďem before mom and dad get home. Now, what you need to do is get
some lotion on your hand.Ē
The boy did that, hardly able to believe he was getting first hand lessons on
how to masturbate! And all this time heíd thought that his older brother was a
weirdo, just wanting to be online and never dating or anything. He never went
to school functions, didnít seem to hang out with many friends, a few, the
same ones, but he never dated or went out anywhere much. He seemed to be in
love with his computer, and Devon had always thought he was just a dork. Yet
here he was Ö
ďNow, rub it all over your dick. If you donít use lotion, you get blisters.
Hell, when I started I didnít know either and trust me, friction burns suck!
Now, once you get the dick lubed up, just start moving your hand up and down
it, slow. Donít try to go too fast, or youíll shoot and itíll be over before
you know it. Here,Ē he offered, handing him a tissue. Then he handed him a few
more, unsure of how much penned up boy spunk was going to be coming out of the
kid.
Devon did as he was told, his face still flaming as Nate watched and nodded.
ďIs this it?Ē he asked, ďWhat now?Ē
ďJust keep doing it,Ē Nate offered. ďThink about what turns you on, and keep
your mind on it. Forget me, just think of what gets you horny. Think of what
you were dreaminí of when you had that last wet dream.Ē
_Forget about me, Iím not here. I wasnít here for a month or so earlier this
summer, and now schoolís gonna start but not all of Nate is going back to
school, just most of him! Go at it kid, hang onto it!_
Again, the boy did as Nate said. In a few minutes, his eyes were closed and
his hand was moving a bit faster. ďPay more attention to the head of it,Ē Nate
advised, ďItís more sensitive.Ē If Devon heard him, he didnít reply.
The younger boy had begun to moan very softly, his mind obviously filled with
something that turned him on. Nate wondered what it was, and thought of that
video again. He felt the familiar internal stirrings, and his balls began to
creep up a bit. He knew how Devon felt; heíd had about three or four wet
dreams in the last month. _You gotta have relief somehow, I guess,_ he thought
as the boy continued his actions.
ďKeep going,Ē he advised again, reaching over and taking Devonís free hand to
move it down to his balls. ďWork with those too, easy! Donít rack yourself.
Put a little gentle pressure downward on Ďem.Ē
ďOK,Ē Devon whispered, his mind obviously occupied a very stupid look on his
smooth face.
The shaving, Nate knew, would come much later. He hadnít shaved until he had
been sixteen, almost seventeen. _God, I hope youíre enjoying this, you little
shit!_ He thought to himself.
Devon obviously was.
After a few more minutes, the boyís stroking of his penis became more
frenzied. He sped up, and Nate leaned back. His moanings became more
pronounced, and Nate was profoundly grateful that his parents were out to
dinner for the night. Devonís back began to arch, and his eyes clenched shut
tight. He moved his hand faster and faster, his modest erection throbbing in
his grip. Whatever he was fantasizing about, it sure had to be a goodie, or so
Nate thought.† ďAughhh!Ē Devon cried out, his jerking slowing down.
ďWhat?!Ē Nate asked, having gone to rummage through the dirty clothes for the
soiled and incriminating sheets. He had no idea how their parents would react,
but he didnít care to find out either. Heíd been able to hide it, and heíd do
it again if he had to.
At least for Devon. Nate knew that he wouldnít have to worry about it anymore.
As he got up, his legs trembled and his breathing was sharp. He was so damn
excited, watching his little brother jerk off!
ďIt hurts, kinda!Ē Devon announced, his eyes opening wide.
ďDonít stop,Ē Nate ordered, ďKeep going!Ē
Devon did that, and seconds later, he was twisting and making funny little
noise as he jerked at his penis. He clamped his legs together, began moving
his back so that his butt left the mattress as he fucked his own hand. He
LOOKED as if he were suffering, but Nate knew better. He just wished he could
be sure, but Ö
Then Devonís back arched high and he yelled loudly. Spasms began to tear at
his body as the first shot fired off. ďDammit!Ē Nate said to himself,
ďtissues!Ē
But it was too late.
Devon was still jerking, and firing off string after string of light colored
yellow-white fluid that hit him in the face, covered his chest, belly, and
splattered unceremoniously all over his Jeff Gordon poster at the head of the
bed. Still, he didnít slow down. As he continued, and his penis stopped itís
shooting after the sixth or seventh string, Nate felt a wet spot forming in
his pants. His crotch felt as if it were on fire, and his balls ached. He
pressed a hand against his loose jeans, and it felt good. His first thought
was to pull his pants off and join Devon, for visual aids of course, nothing
mutually sexual.
_God, what kind of pervert would that make me?_ he wondered.
But it didnít do much for him, and he wasnít sure what to do. His mind raced,
and he pressed harder. His balls let him know they were still there, but in a
moment it passed.
Silently, he cursed himself and his fantasies.
He stared in amazement as Devon finally stopped, his erection beginning to
fade. He moved his hand off of his penis and stared at it. His chest was
covered in white fluid, and so was his right cheek. There were splatters on
his forehead and in his hair, and the poster was pretty much ruined. He was
still shaking.
ďWhat was that?Ē he asked in a low voice, his dark brown eyes wide.
Nate laughed despite his own futile urges. ďThat, little broí, was your first
conscious orgasm. In other words, ya just cummed. Howíd it feel?Ē
ďOh, shit!Ē Devon said, ďI thought I was gonna die!Ē he added happily, a broad
smile on his face.
ďJust be careful. Donít wear it out. Wipe this up, and try to remember to use
tissue or a sock or something to catch it in next time,Ē he advised, as a bit
of cum rolled down off of Devonís forehead and dripped off of the tip of his
nose. He wiped at it and sniffed.
ďGross!Ē he stated in flat voice.
ďClean it up, Iíll get the sheets,Ē Nate offered. He sniffed again. The smell
of the fresh cum was strong, and it was evident that Devonís balls were in
full production.
ďIt smells!Ē the boy replied.
ďSo do you. Go take a bath, and donít even try it again tonight,Ē he warned.
ďYou do it TOO much, and it wonít feel as good. Pretty soon, you wanna do it
and feel it and it just wonít feel that good. Once a day, got it?Ē
Devon nodded, his eyes wide. ďIím not gonna like, uhhh, go blind or anything?Ē
Nate shook his head. ďNO. Thatís something old-fashioned parents made up to
scare boys out of jacking off a long time ago. Trust me. It wonít break off,
either.Ē
_Listen to me, wonít break off! Jesus, what am I, stupid? Thatís no guarantee
it wonít COME off though!_
ďBut it smells!Ē Devon repeated.
ďAir freshener will cure that. Besides, it stinks in here anyway. You need a
bath, too, Ďcause wipiní it off of YOU won't help and someone will notice,Ē
Nate told him, picking up the incriminating laundry and heading out.
He listened as the water began to run, and then waited in the laundry room a
bit until the tub had filled. He pictured his little brother naked in the
bath, playing with himself, scrubbing the cum off of him and wondering. He
tired to remember his first time, and found that he really couldnít. Hell,
heíd done it so much that heíd lost track of what did the best for him or
how.† It no longer mattered, anyway, because Nate wouldnít be jerking off
anymore.
He dropped the semen stained sheets into the Kenmore and let it run.
And while he certainly didnít begrudge his little brother a good wank, he was
still jealous as hell. He went back upstairs and listened to the splashing
noises a bit. ďIt wonít work again so soon, I said!Ē he yelled at the door.
ďHowíd you know?Ē a squeaky voice replied in shock.
ďLeave it alone for a while, Beavis,Ē he ordered.
ďShut up, Butthead,Ē Devon replied in a very bad impersonation of his favorite
cartoon characters.
Then Nate went back to his room, still amazed at what he had done. It didnít
really hit him until he got online and logged onto the page. Not just any
page, THE PAGE. The page where it had all started after the video, the page
where his chat buddies hung out and talked about cutting it off. He logged on
to the chat room.
ďWhasssssup?Ē one chatter asked.
ďLong time, no see,Ē another said, and then a flood of greetings from the
regulars.
There was a pause, then one member of the chat room asked, ďSo, you finally
cut it off?Ē
Antoher asked, ďWhere you been for a damn month? Mexico? Thailand?Ē
Nate, logged in as Ď **18_n_nodick** ,í thought for a moment before replying.
He knew, unlike most of the fantasy driven chatters, that HE was different.
Nate had realized his fantasy, made it real. Most of them hadnít.
And now he was paying for it.
ďI just taught my little brother how to jack off.Ē He typed, and hit ENTER.
After all, he WAS a chat room regular. Heíd been talking to most of these
people and trading MPGís, JPGís, emails, etc. for years.
ďSo did you teach him good?Ē someone asked.
ďYes I did,Ē Nate replied, ďHeís got it down already!Ē
ďBut where you been, man?Ē a regular asked again.
ďYea, itís been forever,Ē another agreed.
ďI bet he went to Mexico! Workiní boy saved his pennies and took a vacation
from Willy!Ē
There was laughter in the room as Nate gathered his nerves. He wasnítí sure he
could do it. True, he did work. He worked full time at the local grocery store
in the summer, stocking shelves or sacking or cashiering. Everything. He had
saved up every dime he had made, and when he was ready, he had asked his
parents about the trip. He remembered how he had made up the excuses of the
beaches, the resorts, all of it! Heíd cited that heíd wanted to go for a long
time, and was going with some friends before they all took off for college.
One big road trip, but not like the movie! Theyíd all go together! Heíd
begged, and then when heíd encountered resistance, lied.
He still felt guilty about lying to them.
But didnít the ends justify the means? He had been allowed to go, driven in
fact, since it was only two states and the border away.
And heíd gone alone.
He was still thinking about doing it when he heard his door open, one hinge
squeaking a bit. In the doorway stood Devon, still damp and wearing only a
large white cotton towel.
ďWhat are we eatiní since the Ďrents are gone for the night?Ē he asked.
Nate sighed and turned off the screen, motioning the boy over. Devon
approached him slowly, one hand gripping the loose knot in the towel. As he
walked, Nate noticed the inevitable erection poking at it. He smiled and
reached for his wallet. ďWell come here!Ē
Devon did as told, and took a twenty and a ten from him. ďOrder pizza.
Whatever you want. Soda, breadsticks, cheese, I donít care. Just get enough
for ME too, hogjaws!Ē
ďYou lookiní at porn again?Ē Devon asked, grinning from ear to ear.
ďWouldnít YOU like to know?Ē
_No, Iím not,_ he thought, _And if I was, what the hell could I do about it?
Go to sleep and have a wet dream tonight like YOU do? Shit Ö_
Devon clutched the money in one hand and held the towel with the other.
ďThanks!Ē he squeaked, his facing turning red.
Nate laughed at him. ďNow, go order it already!Ē he ordered, and Devon turned
to go, he reached out and grabbed the back of the white towel and jerked it.
It came off easily enough, but the boy didnít drop the cash.
ďYou asshole!Ē he shouted, his face flaming.
ďBut youíre so cute!Ē Nate retorted, holding the towel up out of reach.
ďPervert!Ē the boy accused, ďGimme!Ē
Nate laughed, and when Devon had gotten his towel back and fled, he sat back
down. He turned the screen back on.
ďWhereíd you go?Ē
ďSo did you do it?Ē
ďYea what gives?Ē
The questions poured in, and finally Nate took a deep breath. _I can do this.
I can turn the camera on, I can prove it. All they have to do is look._
He did that, and told them all to migrate to a chat room with webcam
capabilities. Having a fast connection and having been ready, however, Nate
arrived first. As the regulars filed in, he aimed the camera for a wide shot
and stood up. He pulled his shirt off.
ďTake it off!Ē
ďTake it all off!Ē
ďHe did take it off!Ē
ďThatís where heís been, I told yaís.Ē
ďBullshit. He didnít do it.Ē
ďFuck you, I say he did. Bet?Ē
ďWhat?Ē
ďYour dick!Ē
ďYouíre on!Ē
The comments went on and on until Nate was down to his briefs. There were
comments on these as well, and he paused. The chat room grew ďquiet,Ē and he
could hear Playstation sounds coming from Devonís room. At least he didnít
have THAT to worry about. The last thing he needed was for the boy to walk in
on him naked in front of his webcam!
_And the things youíd see if you did, Devon. You donítí need to see THIS. You
donít need to know. You donít need these kinds of ideas!_
Then he pulled off his briefs and just stood. Sweat began to pop out on his
body, all over, and he stepped closer. The camera refocused, and he took
another deep breath.
For a long time, no comments came up on the screen.
Then they all hit at once.
ďOh, shit!Ē
ďI canít believe it!Ē
ďHe really did it!Ē
ďI told you thatís where heís been!Ē
It took a while for the comments to subside, and Nate was fairly sure that
most of them were busily jerking off while he stood there. The sight of him
should have been almost enough to set them off, anyway. Nate was a good-
looking young man with a short ivy-type haircut. His hair and eyes, like his
little brotherís, were both dark and he was a very well developed and healthy
young man. He knew that the girls, and sometimes other guys, checked him out
regularly and he didnít mind that.
_But thatís all changed now, idiot. Youíre probably a virgin for life, now.
You should have done something, anything, while you had the chance, girl or
boy! Why the hell didnít you? Shit, Michael would have done something, you
know it! The way he looks at you, the comments he makes? How could he NOT be?
But now itís too late!_
Nate then stared down at his naked body, noting that the full shave that he
had given himself before the trip had started to grow back in. In fact, it was
almost back to half of what it had been. He stared at his crotch, taking in
the sight of his low-hanging balls in their slightly pink sac.
He then gripped them, and the comments from the room flooded in! He moved his
hand and pulled them down and away a bit, as he began to tremble slightly. He
then ran his index finger up and along the pink line that led from his mid-
scrotum and up to where the pubic hair began. He touched that place,
sensitive, well-healed, and gasped. He thought about taking it in his hand,
like so often in the past and wanking in front of his webcam along with his
online friends.
But he didnít.
He couldnít.
He shivered and ran his finger over the slight line of pink scar tissue again,
smoothing the area where, only a month or so before, his penis had been. He
thought again of Devon, what theyíd done, and how jealous he was now!
Nate had indeed come back from Mexico alright, but his penis hadnít.
* * *
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The Crime | **The Crime**
When we were together in the pub (as we used to do every evening) the cruel
incident overshadowed our conversation. The unnatural death of the bakerboy
clouded our mood. We exchanged some words about the weather and the prices
but the remembrance of the nasty event dominated our minds. None of us
dared to raise the topic and we fell into a deadly silence. We drank our
beer and I don't know what the others thought. As for me, the crime was
especially delicate because I felt more than sympathy for the pretty
victim. There was no doubt that the malefactor was attracted by his
appearance and this circumstance brought us together in an unspeakable way.
When I heard the news some details stirred up a hardly suppressed desire
and I was afraid the expression of my face might reveal my emotions.
Despite this, I felt the common detestation of the act of violence,
moreover since my timid hope to get in touch with the boy was destroyed
forever.
This emotions revealed the true character of my feelings, which I would
have described as a condition of slight love. It was a mere carnal desire,
reduced to the flesh and not accompanied by any further interest. This fact
had been hidden before in a maze of vague wishes not verified by deeds. I
was tormented by a guilty feeling which mingled with the shady crime,
bereaving me of any natural attitude.
At last it was the pharmacist who broke the silence declaring the boy
better had not be that pretty.
This was the first time the beauty of the boy was called by its name. It
made me feel uncomfortable and I feared showing embarrassment. Therefore I
was glad when he proceeded.
The investigation brought to light that the boy had been abused before, one
could suspect the criminal first had no other intention. The nasty idea
which cost the victim his life might have come later. Often the murder was
inspired by the fear to be betrayed. In this case the sequence of deeds
showed that the man had no intention of killing his victim. Why else he
should have tried to stop the bleeding by using a torn shirt?
This detail also proved that the whole act was not at all planned, else the
man would have taken better provisions.
At this point the wood-merchant interrupted him. If he had no wish to kill
the boy, then why then the whole procedure?
The pharmacist was quick with an answer.
Lets pretend, he proceeded, that the man abused the boy once or more. The
shed was far from the next houses and he had plenty of time. First the boy
might have opposed, but later, when he realized any refusal was in vain, he
submitted to the demands maybe in the hope to satisfy the man and getting
free.
The criminal, on the contrary, had been stirred to enforce the subjugation
step by step. Maybe the boy applied the cord by himself, not knowing the
brutal implications of the gesture, while the man surely got intoxicated by
the wilfulness of his prey and took the end of the ribbon to draw him
hither and thither like a bear at his nose-ring. Then, ridden by the iron
rule of his lust, he used the cord to torment, pulling at it and enjoying
the painful cries of the boy, who gave up his wilfulness and tried to
escape this torture. This might have had the consequence that he was bound
to the wooden pile, where he was still hanging when they found him.
While I followed the words of the pharmacist, I felt my prick getting stiff
and it was pressed uncomfortably in my clothes. I dared not to look at the
others and hesitated to empty my glass, afraid that my hand might tremble.
The pharmacist seemed to try to excite us with his explanations, maybe to
reveal our deeply hidden emotions. Anyway, he completed his speculations
after emptying his glass and ordering a new beer.
The things had been developed until this point, he stated. The boy stood
naked, fixed to the pile, in many ways abused and degraded. The man heavy
breathing after his strain, they had glared into one anothers eye and he
had read the fear in the boy's eyes with utmost exultation. He had
swallowed the sight of the body and finally was enchanted by the disfigured
pendants. The boy who had suffered so much now might have given no
attention to the look but stared at the wooden door which left a slit
allowing a strip of bright sunlight to play with the dancing dust. It might
have been, and the pharmacist smiled a little, that the boy gave himself
over to his natural desire and presented, seduced by the now very tender
touch, his swollen manhood.
The malicious man might have tried to enhance the lust of his victim,
intriguing him at the same time with shady flattery. The boy might, excited
as he was, have appreciated the comparison with a delicate slave in ancient
Rome, or with an Asian lover boy. He might, as the man described the
precious nature of this lovely, effeminate breed, have thought the
cautious, even reluctant way he touched his pendants might be a part of a
sweet perfumed fantasy not at all to be taken into real life.
The criminal might have used the images to heighten his lust after there
seemed to be no increase left.
Again the merchant interrupted him to ask why the boy should have taken
part into the game.
There were, the pharmacist replied, traces left at the spot which
definitely testified that the boy was able to satisfy his lust at least
once before his death. This meant a partial agreement with his murderer.
Since no-one was able to oppose this opinion he came to the conclusion.
The reason why this fantasy ended up in a bloody act of violence was left
to mere speculations. Maybe the brute was driven by blind passion,
committing a crime that he might not have thought possible when he forced
the boy into the shed.
The pharmacist fell into a thoughtful silence and one of us ordered a new
round of beers. I hung over the words and a vile thought I could not avert
took me over. I saw not the waxlike corpse pending over a pool of blood but
a bakerboy, who survived the treatment and lived in our midst, hiding the
sign of his defeat. As I imagined the boy this way I was stricken by an
unexpected greed and I realized that I had much in common with the
malefactor, even if I could not imagine to cross the border of fantasy into
plain action.
The pharmacist interrupted my dreams by producing a set of cards and asking
me to uplift the pack. So I did and while we played our mood cleared up and
in the end we were as gay as if nothing ever had happened. |
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Methodology | PENECTOMY, TESTICLES | A discussion of procedures. | ` Methodology `
The man was out cold, he was spread eagled on the floor, his leg held by a leg
spreader, his hands duct taped over his head.
“Now then, how can I be of help, how to you want your slave done?” Asked the
castratrix.
“I want his cock and balls gone.” Replied the dominatrix. “He is going to
service me, and all of my friends.”
“Well, I can do it quickly, clip clip, and you can be out the door in five
minutes, or we can take our time and make your new slave sing for his supper,
as it were.” Replied the castratrix with a grin.
“I think the longer the better, the more he suffers, the more pain, the easier
it will be for him to accept his new role.”
“Quite right, and if we take a little longer, perhaps you will allow me to
suck you off, I do so love to eat a pussy while castrating.”
“I am not a lesbian.”
“I am not asking you for a life time commitment or to go pick out furniture,
it is just that this procedure creates a certain amount of sexual tension, and
I love to relieve it by servicing the closest organ present.”
“That doe make sense, now you said you could make it last, how?” Asked the
dominatrix.
“Well let me show you the tools of the trade and then you can decide on the
procedure from my menu of options. This is a burdizzo, it was invented by the
Romans, I know it looks like a plumbers nightmare, but it gives you a strong
mechanical advantage. You crush the cords in the scrotum with the device, and
they will atrophy and be reabsorbed by the body. It can also be used on the
penis to destroy it, on labia lips, clitoris and nipples, it is a handy all
around device to have. I would recommend that regardless of what else happens
we use this first, the rest will just be kind of a game.”
“Sounds like a plan to me, what next?”
“These little jewels are newer castrating devices, this is a band castrator
and this is a elastrator. Both work on the same principle which is cutting off
the blood supply and having the sack drop off in about ten days. The advantage
is no bleeding and you have a nice neat place to cut, we don’t want to wait
ten days now do we?” Grinning.
“Of course not. What other little tricks to you have.”
“Here is the old stand by, a butchers cleaver and cutting block. You place the
balls or penis on the wood and flail away. Of course if you band them first
you have a nice neat little target. Did I mention that you can band the penis
for quick removal also?”
“No you didn’t mention that.”
“Yes, I put in a plastic catheter, band the penis then you can chop it neatly
off or use the scissors if you prefer, no blood, just a lot of screaming.”
“Oh my that does sound wonderful.”
“Last is my newest little toy. You see this U shaped needle you insert it into
the balls then you hook the ends up to a transformer and apply some
electricity. The needles get red hot and cook the new slaves balls while still
on the body, is that great or what?”
“It sounds fantastic.”
“So my proud new slave owner, how shall we proceed?”
“Well let see now. First use the burdizzo, then band him cock and balls. Then
I want to cook his balls with the little electrical thingy.”
“Closed or open?”
“What?”
“Do you want to cook the balls in the sack, or should I remove the sack first
so you can watch his balls fry. The pain is much worse with the sack off.”
“Oh by all means, remove the sack, anything that will make him scream louder I
am all for.”
“By the time we are done his vocal cords will rupture. When you tire of
torturing him and want to release him, I will put the block under his balls.
Two quick chops with the cleaver and you will have your sexless slave. I must
tell you that he will thank you when you make the final cut, as it will stop
most of the pain.”
“Oh I can’t wait.”
“Good then lets get started.”
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Badetag | Eine Familie tief im Wald mit seltsamen Verständnis zur Sexualität. | Badetag
Wir wohnen auf einem Bauernhof mitten im Wald. Wir, das sind meine Eltern,
meine Schwester, sie ist die älteste, meine zwei Brüder und ich. Ich bin der
jüngste.
Auf unserem Bauernhof gibt es nur für wenige Sachen Strom. das meiste wird mit
Kamin- oder Herdfeuer gemacht für einige Sachen haben wir auch noch Gas aus
einem großen Tank.
Es ist Samstag, Badetag, das heißt es wird viel heißes Wasser gemacht. Im
Sommer waschen wir uns auf der Terrasse in einem großen Bottich. Der Bottich
ist so groß daß wir drei Jungs oder zwei Erwachsene darin Platz haben. Zuerst
ist Papa dran. Heute seift ihn meine Mutter besonders gründlich ein und
rasiert fast alle Haare von Papa ab. Sogar zwischen den Beinen an seinem
Schwanz und seinem Sack. Ich sage immer Papa sieht von hinten zwischen den
Beinen aus wie eine Kuh. Sein Sack ist so dick wie ein Euter aber er hat nur
eine Zitze. Nach dem Bad legt sich Papa heute in einen Liegestuhl. Das tut er
sonst nie.
Wir Jungs sind als nächstes dran mit dem Baden. Wir stehen schon nackt bereit
zum Sprung in das heiße Wasser. Während wir uns gegenseitig einseifen sagt
meine Mutter zu Melinda: „Es ist Zeit du kannst deinem Papa jetzt
ausnahmsweise einen Handfick verpassen. Nimm von dem Fett hinter der Küchentür
auf deine Hände und seinen Schwanz. Mach es ordentlich: Wer seinen Sack
verliert hat zumindest einen guten Handfick verdient um den letzten Schuß zu
genießen. Wir verstehen das nicht denn uns ist es verboten uns am Schwanz zu
reiben, ich tue es dennoch sehr oft hinter dem Haus, in dem Holzschuppen mit
den Gartengeräten oder oben in der Scheune.
Melinda beginnt sich die Hände mit Fett einzureiben. Dann ist Papa's Schwanz
dran. Melinda braucht nicht lange um den Schwanz steif zu bekommen. Rhythmisch
fährt sie Papa's Schwanz auf und ab. Papa atmet immer heftiger. gleich wird
der weiße Saft aus seinem Schwanz schießen. Jetzt zuckt Papa mit den Beinen
und Melinda hält Papa's Eichel in der Hand fest. Eine erste dicke Fontäne
spritzt im hohen Bogen und ein Treffer landet in seinem Gesicht. Der Rest
bildet eine große Lache auf dem Bauch und Oberkörper. Melinda wascht sich das
Fett von den Fingern und Mutter wischt mit strahlendem Lächeln den Saft von
Papa's Oberkörper und Bauch
Jetzt gehen wir alle ins Haus. Papa legt sich auf den großen Esstisch. Mit
angezogenen und gespreizten Beinen liegt er und wartet auf Mutter die mit
einer Zange zur Tierkastration, einem Messer und einer Metallschüssel. Sie
stellt die Metallschüssel an den Rnad des Tisches. In die Zange legt sie einen
Gummi ein um den Hodensack am oberen Rand abzuschnüren. Mit der Zange zieht
sie den Gummi auseinander und zieht den Hodensack durch den Gummiring. Nahe
beim Körper löst Mama die Arretierung der Zange und de Gummiring schnürt den
Hodensack ab. Die Zange legt Mama zur Seite. Jetzt nimmt sie das Messer. Mit
ein paar Schneidbewegungen ist die Sackhaut mit allen Samensträngen und
Gefäßen durchschnitten. Mit einem Platsch fällt der Sack mit den Eiern in die
Metallschüssel. Mutter schiebt die blass-grauen Eier aus dem Sack und
schneidet die Samenstränge und Blutgefäße ab. Die Reste wirft sie dem Hund hin
der sie sofort auffrisst. Dann geht sie in die Küche. zu uns gewandt sagt sie:
„Heute gibt es überbackene Hoden und Salat mit Sackhautstreifen. Du kannst
aufstehen der Sack ist weg.“
Etwas wackelig erhebt sich mein Papa und besieht sich das Loch unter seinem
Schwanz zwischen den Beinen. Sein Schwanz ist wieder etwas steif. Er steht
gerade lang nach unten weg. Lange wird es nicht dauern und er hat sich
komplett aufgerichtet. Dann sagt er: „Melinda komm' da ist noch was drin das
muß raus.“ Beide gehen in Richtung des großen Kamins. Papa legt sich auf das
Bärenfell und spreizt die Beine. Mutter grinst und sagt: „Das wirst du jetzt
mit dem Mund erledigen müssen.“ Melinda hebt ihren Rock unter dem Sie heute
offenbar nichts an hat und kniet sich über sein Gesicht. Sofort beginnt sie
die Eichel mit den Lippen zu bearbeiten. Auch Papa beginnt sofort Melinda mit
der Zunge zu bearbeiten. Leider hat sie das Kleid gleich wieder fallen lassen
und so können wir nicht sehen was er zwischen ihren Beinen mit der Spalte
macht. Aber beide sind heftig am Atmen. Während Mutter den Tisch für uns
sauber macht, schaut wie immer wieder zu den beiden rüber. Einmal sagt sie im
Vorüber gehen: „Was da raus kommt kannst du schlucken das ist sauber.“ Jetzt
atmet Papa immer schneller, er zuckt wild mit den Beinen und Melinda hält
inne. Ich glaube Papas Saft spritzt gerade in Melindas Mund. Sie kann nicht so
schnell schlucken wie Papa spritzt. „Denk bitte dran Bastian der Stallbursche
ist auch noch heute morgen dran“; ermahnt Mama. Papa und Melinda nicken etwas
geistesabwesend und gehen in Richtung Scheune.
Bastian, unser Stallbursche ist jetzt ein halbes Jahr bei uns, nicht sehr
intelligent und er will weiter hier arbeiten. Dazu muss er aber seinen Sack
und seinen Schwanz hergeben. So war das für Stallburschen schon seit
Großvaters und Urgroßvaters Zeiten. Papa und Melinda gehen in Richtung
Scheune. Bastian weiß was heute geschieht und er wartet dort bereits. Melinda
wird ihn waschen und rasieren. Dann wir auch er einen Handfick bekommen. Er
wird nicht nur seinen Sack verlieren sondern auch seinen Schwanz bis auf einen
kurzen Stummel. Auch der Sack von Bastian ist nicht klein. Beschnitten ist er
auch nicht das ist jetzt auch nicht mehr nötig. Nachdem Melinda ihre Hände und
seinen Schwanz mit Fett eingerieben hat befasst sie sich ausgiebig mit seiner
Vorhaut. So etwas hat sie bei einem Erwachsenen noch nicht gesehen. Bastian
der auf einer Werkbank der Scheune liegt hat schnell den Punkt zum Abspritzen
erreicht und sein Saft schießt im hohen Bogen aus seiner rosigen Eichel. Noch
während er heftig atmend so daliegt legt Papa das Gummiband um seinen Sack. Er
will noch etwas sagen da hat Papa den Sack auch schon abgeschnitten. Auch sein
Sack wandert in eine Metallschüssel. Ganz benommen richtet er sich auf. Papa
ist schon bei ihm und schiebt einen Holzklotz unter seinen Schwanz. Papa
schiebt ein dickes Blech mit einem Schlitz in Schwanzbreite am unteren Ende
über den Schwanz. Das Blech soll den Bauch schützen wenn Papa mit dem Beil den
Schwanz bis auf einen kurzen Stummel abhackt. Es blutet sofort heftig und
stoßweise. Papa ergreift eine Lötlampe und verschließt die offene Wunde. Zu
Bastian gewandt sagt Papa: „Komm rüber zum Mittagessen. es gibt überbackene
Hoden mit Pilzen, Deinen Schwanz gegrillt und Salat mit Sackhautstreifen
Jetzt sind wir dran. Mutter hält wieder mal eine ihrer Standpauken. „Wie oft
habe ich es schon gesagt ihr sollt euren Pimmel in Ruhe lassen. Da ihr es
trotzdem nicht lasst werden wir es mal mit einer Beschneidung probieren.“ Mit
Bert, dem ältesten geht es los. Er muß auf den Tisch klettern und sich auf den
Rücken legen. Mutter kommt mit einem Tablett das sie neben sich abstellt. Sie
sieht sich den halbsteifen Schwanz an. Ein Schlag von der Seite und das Ding
schrumpft schnell. Wir haben alle einen ganz schön lange Vorhaut und so kann
sie die Vorhaut gut greifen. Ein Griff zur Seite, eine schnelle Bewegung und
ein Teil der Schwanzhaut rutscht zurück. Zurück bleibt ein Stück blutige
Vorhaut über der Eichel. Bert Jammert und heult am liebsten möchte er den
heutigen Tag aus dem Kalender streichen. Mutter gibt etwas Salbe auf die
blutende Wunde und wickelt eine Binde um den Schwanz. Das heilt jetzt, so hat
es schon Großvater an eurem Vater gemacht
Kurz den Tisch abwischen und dann ist Hannes als zweiter dran. Sein Schwanz
ist nach dem was er eben gesehen hat nicht mehr steif. Sein Schwanz ist eher
noch geschrumpft. Bei im geht es genauso voran. Beim Schneiden jault er kurz
auf. Ich über lege gerade wie ich das in Zukunft mache ohne Haut. Hatte Mutter
nicht gesagt Melinda soll Fett nehmen um Papa den Handfick zu geben. Das
müsste doch auch gehen wenn ich mir einen kleinen Vorrat an Fett anlegen
könnte.
Dann ist Hannes fertig und Mutter wischt wieder den Tisch sauber. Mutter sieht
mir tief in die Augen: „Jetzt bist du dran. Du bist ein besonders extremer
Fall. Meinst du ich kenne dein Versteck im Holzschuppen nicht und das Versteck
in der Scheune. Wenn du spritzt hättest du den Saft wenigstens in ein Schaf
gespritzt, so wie Bert oder selbst geschluckt wie Hannes. Auch hinter dem Haus
unter dem Küchenfenster wenn ich dich beim Abspritzen keuchen höre ist nicht
sehr intelligent.“
Schulterzuckend klettere ich auf den Tisch. Was nun kommt muss ich hinnehmen.
Ich werde es überstehen eine Brüder haben es auch geschafft. Mutter ruft:
„Melinda kommst du mal rüber, du musst hier mal halten!“ Ich versuche Mutter
zu beruhigen denn ich will nicht dass Melinda dabei zusieht wie ich meine
Vorhaut unter Tränen verliere. „Nein, lass nur Mutter ich bleibe liegen.“ Da
ist Melinda aber schon da und Mutter hat mich am Tisch festgebunden. „Du musst
hier dann mal zuhalten“, erklärt meine Mutter und hält dabei meinen Schwanz
direkt am Körper. Mutter zieht meine Vorhaut nicht nach vorne sondern zurück
und betrachtet sich eine Eichel und die Pissritze. Sie ergreift ein Röhrchen
und schiebt es in die Pissritze. Aber damit ist sie nicht zufrieden sie zieht
es wieder heraus und nimmt ein dickeres Röhrchen. Das passt offenbar besser.
Sie schiebt es weit hoch bis etwas Pisse heraus tropft. Mein Schwanz steht
durch das Röhrchen gehalten steil vom Körper ab. Jetzt geht es bestimmt mit
meiner Vorhaut weiter die ist wieder über die Eichel gerutscht. Mutter legt
ein Band als Schlinge um meinen Schwanz zieht die Schlinge zu und gibt die
Enden meiner Schwester. Jetzt ist bestimmt meine Vorhaut dran. Jetzt schiebt
sie meine Vorhaut zurück und hält sie fest. Warum zurück und nicht vor. Sie
ergreift ein Messer, setzt den Daumen links an die Eichel und das Messer
rechts. Mit einer Drehbewegung ist sie fast einmal ganz um die Metallstange in
meiner Pissritze gefahren. Sie Hat mir die Eichel weggeschnitten und schiebt
sie auf der Metallstange etwas nach oben. Sofort spritzt Blut aus meinem
Schwanz. Melinda zieht die Schlinge sofort fester zu und die Blutung steht.
Die Vorhaut lässt sie vorrutschen. Jetzt legt sich die Vorhaut platt direkt
hinter dem Schnitt zusammen. „Die Vorhaut lassen wir dran. Dann sieht keiner
dass deine Eichel weg ist. Das Rohr muss noch etwas drin bleiben. In einer
Stunde entfernen wir das Band an deinem Schwanz und binden dafür die Vorhaut
zusammen dann kann der Schwanzstummel ungestört verheilen. Jetzt gibt es
gleich essen. Die großen bekommen Rührei mit Vorhautstückchen, Papa, Bastian
und ich essen überbackene Hoden und du bekommst rohe Eichel auf Vanillelsoße
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Eunuch boy in the Harem | TG, PENECTOMY, NULLIFICATION | Young wannabee tg boy taken by a princess to her harem and becomes her eunuch sex slave. | This is the story of how a child born into a lowly station gained access to a
world that could not have been dreamt of.
My family were lowly market traders in the square nearby to the palace of the
Sultan.
I would see the members of the royal family with their guards as they came
looking for silks and trinkets and the servants who bought the food for the
kitchens.
I always admired the beautiful princess who would come in her litter draped
with hangings and wafting sweet odours of perfume.
I had been cursed to be born as a boy but longed secretly to be a girl like my
elder sister or the Princess Inanna who I lay awake at night thinking about.
My brothers teased me about this but didn't really take it seriously.
I was approaching my thirteenth birthday and had started to feel the stirrings
of adolescence in my loins. It was painful for me, because I knew it was the
beginning of how I was to become a man, and my smooth cheeks would become
rough with bristles and my genitals would grow and hair would sprout all over
my body.
I knew this was to come and feared it but there was nothing I could do to
prevent it.
Only the eunuchs in the Sultan’s harem had no manhoods but they had all lost
these as adults and so were men in all but that aspect, they were hairy and
shaved their faces, although they were more docile than the soldiers who
guarded them.
It was in the market one day when the bearers of the princess’s litter stopped
near our stall. I saw her looking from behind the curtains of her miniature
seraglio and couldn’t help but blush.
She beckoned to me and I was powerless to resist. Not only was she beautiful
and the object of my dreams but it would have brought attention from her
guards had I deigned to ignore her.
‘Come in my pretty’ she crooned. ‘My you are a pretty one ~ boy or a girl? I
can’t quite tell.’
‘Boy, your highness.’ I replied.
‘My, my, not many boys are blessed with such fair features. Tarry a while with
me.’
Again I had no option but to obey. She drew the hangings down about us and the
bearers picked up the howdah. Slowly we tramped away. The noise of the street
seemed far away behind the heavy cloth.
‘Where is she taking me?’ I wondered. ‘Surely not the palace?’ But where else?
All the while she was caressing my smooth face and stroking my shoulders and
arms.
‘Such a pity’ she was murmuring ‘Such a pity it would be to lose this beauty’
I didn’t pay attention or understand what she was saying. Apprehensive at
being spirited away, but fascinated and excited to be in the presence of the
one who I so admired from a distance.
Up the hill and before long we were passing through the gates of the palace
and into one of the many courtyards I had never seen before.
The movement stopped, the curtains were drawn back and we emerged to see the
palace of the Sultan.
Several beautiful young women who must have been sisters or concubines from
the harem came to us and surrounded us. I didn’t realise it at the time but
later I understood that they must have been hiding me from the view of certain
members of the household.
I was gathered into a luxurious chamber with hanging damasks and diaphanous
veil like materials so fine I had never seen them even on the richest
merchants stalls.
The girls all set about undressing me and taking me into the bath. The
princess at first looked on, supervising, and then her personal ladies in
waiting disrobed her and we descended into the rose petal perfumed pool. A
dense mist hung over the warm water, making me feel intoxicated and
languorous.
First the girls washed me down with sweet essences while they did the same
with the princess, who then came to me and anointed me again.
I was glad to be submerged in water as I was embarrassed by my unwanted
appendage which came to life and wanted to assert itself.
I wanted to be as all these other beautiful young women about me, free of this
affliction, but also they aroused me with their sensuality. They were so
sensuous and I began to see their sensuality also addressed to each other. As
we continued the unoccupied concubines were caressing each other, kissing and
more.
But I had little time to watch this as the Princess Inanna herself had me on
her bed, wrapped in clean cotton and smelling of rose perfume.
I was as hard as I had ever been in my young life. It was emabarrassing and
hurt and I hated it but it would not go away.
Princess Inanna pressed her smooth body up against mine and I felt almost
enveloped by her, her warmth, her scent, sexuality mixed with all the heady
perfumes. I was intoxicated. Only a couple of hours before I had been in the
dust and sweat of the market place, a lowly servant trying to avoid the cuffs
of bullies and tyrants.
Now I was in heaven. If only this could last for ever! But I knew that once
she had had her time of pleasure from me that I would be back to the world of
dust and sweat, discarded as if I was less than nothing. That was the way of
the world. I should simply be glad that one of the fortunate and powerful ones
had smiled on me for a few short hours and given me a glimpse of what life
could hold for those lucky enough to have drawn that card.
The princess made love to me with the rhythmic movements of her body and it
was only with surprise that I realised she had ridden on top of me and had
enclosed my painful organ.
I don’t know how long it lasted but after perhaps eternity and feeling that my
body had split in two I realised that we were clamped together, stuck with the
sweat of our exertions.
It had been my first orgasm. I had never reached a climax before, even though
I had felt arousal.
It had been an incredible feeling but I wished I could have it without that
part of me I hated so much. Girls could, so why couldn’t I? It didn’t seem
fair.
For a moment of bliss we hung there in each others arms, and then kissing me,
she said ‘Sorry my darling for what will happen, but perhaps you will one day
thank me for it.’
I looked quizzically at her, when suddenly the doors burst open and half a
dozen guards came I with pikes and swords brandishing.
‘Traitor! The Princess has been defiled!’
Before I knew what was happening I was whisked naked out of the room and cast
down on my knees before a big high chair on a dais.
I tried to look up but a boot was put on the back of my neck.
‘With your daughter, Majesty!’ Someone was saying.
‘There is only one punishment’ a big and powerful voice said. ‘The greater
cut’
‘Your word is the Law O Great One’
‘Call the barber’
I was dragged off again and taken to a room where I was held down on a table
and a leather thong was made into a noose and pulled around my genitals. I
knew what they were going to do and part of me wanted it, but I was terrified
with the brutality.
Someone stuck a bottle in my mouth and I took down a gulp involuntarily. 'That
should help keep the little pig quiet' he said, and I could already feel the
drugged alcohol seeping into my blood, dulling my senses.
My member was now numb from both the tourniquet as well as the drug.
‘Now’ came a voice and I felt a burning between my legs and arms held me down.
‘Get the quill’ something was thrust into my body.
‘Leave him to the old women now’
As I lay there drugged, bleeding and in shock as well as dull aching burning
pain which I knew should be a great deal worse, I was vaguely aware of more
than one woman busying about me as the guards left.
I didn’t understand at the time, at first I thought they were doing more
injury to me down below, but they were cleaning and trimming the wound before
they sewed me back up.
Without this I would have been left with ragged loose flesh between my legs
and would have had difficulty peeing in a squatting position but would have to
lean forward as my tubing would have pointed upwards on my pubic bone.
They trimmed the edges of the wound and cut away further at the stump to make
it smooth.
It was their task and duty to be responsible for the aftercare of eunuchs. The
wound as left by the court barber was gaping and ragged. It was his job to
remove the offending organs but the women took care of the rest.
What they did was to craft the wound so that it was tidy. They sectioned the
skin and sewed it in a smooth line down the centre which pulled into a groove
as it came lower down under my pubis and gave some protection to the small
remnant of my urethra which still existed in front of where I now would pee
from, straight down as I sat.
The old women were still doing this when I passed out with the pain and the
drugs.
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The next few days were lost in delirium, but then one day I woke to find
myself in a sunlit chamber, sparely furnished but clean.
I was aware of the pain between my legs but it was no longer agonising. I felt
under the bedcover and down my stomach. The little pubic hair I had had
appeared to have been shaved off. I wondered if it would return. Feeling lower
I found nothing but a groove down the front of my pubis. Below this was still
a tightly packed bandage held with straps from a belt on my waist.
There was a large quill sticking out from the bandage and a small wet patch on
the bed by its end where I must have passed water.
With great surprise I realised that I was feeling arousal in my loins like I
had done before, despite the pain from the wound. But that was healing fast
and I prayed that even without what had been taken away from me, I would still
be able to reach that climax which I had only known once when with the
Princess.
Each day different serving girls brought me meals and bathed my wound.
I was continually surprised at how strongly this feeling inside me came on. I
felt as aroused as I had done before with an erection, but it was not there.
I was too tender to explore myself more than most gently at first, but after a
week the oldest of the women said that I was ready to have the quill taken
out.
Two of them came to hold me as another got me to lie down and lifted up my
legs. She bathed my wound gently with warm water and ointment.
‘Just a short pain’ she said.
I felt as though a knife had gone up inside me to my chest. I screamed, and
then it was over.
‘Rest now’ she said, and I needed to.
After that I began to walk around more. I found how easy it was to pee sitting
down.
I wondered if my family, only a short mile away or so had any idea of what had
happened to me. Probably not, and there was no way I could tell them, or even
escape especially in my condition.
But why would I want to escape? I was still intrigued by this exotic world,
and although what had happened had been supposed to be a punishment, it had
actually been a wish come true.
Now I would not become a man and have horrible rough hair sprouting all over
me. I might not be completely a girl like the princess and all her ladies but
I was as near to that as I could possibly ever hope to be.
Eventually when I had recovered it was decided that I should be a servant
eunuch for the ladies of the seraglio.
It was thought of as a punishment because there was a belief that eunuchs who
had undergone the Greater Cut could no longer experience any sexual pleasure
but only endless frustration and lack of arousal even if exposed to the most
voluptuous of sexual beauty.
But it did not take me long to prove them all wrong.
The feeling of burning pressure in my loins continued and became greater as my
wound healed. I realised that while the roughly performed operation had
exercised considerable trauma on my external anatomy there were parts of me
that were interior and had escaped that.
It was a whole new experience discovering this inner sensation. I had imagined
that I would be left with little or no sensation at the time it had been done,
but as time went by it was almost as if the opposite became the case.
It was about three months after my castration that I had my first orgasm by
masturbation.
I was still only on light duties and spending time resting. I thought how
lucky I was that it had all turned out like a dream. I began to feel a sense
of warmth and pressure by my bladder. I clenched my pelvic muscles as
involuntary rhythmic movements flowed through my legs.
I had by now identified the small piece of urethra at the base of my cleft
immediately in front of my pee hole as a source of great pleasure. And it was
so small that even when I was fully aroused it was still hidden by the labia-
like folds around it.
I found I could masturbate by pressing my thighs together and moving my hips.
This got me to a point but I knew I would have to try harder than this.
I felt down between my legs, infiltrating my middle finger down my little
groove. The little taper was hot and stiff, nestling hidden in its crack.
I couldn’t help gently rubbing it and feeling the thousands of different
sensations in it built up in waves and finally washed over me like a tsunami
of ecstasy, melting me as I lose track of time and the outside world.
They must have been watching me because not long after I was told that I
should move to the quarters by the Princess’s chambers.
She told me I was ready to be her chief sex slave. She had heard the gossip
that I had wanted to be a girl and so she arranged it so as to rescue me from
the world of poverty and fulfil my dream.
The initiation into this was a gruelling and terrible one, but now I get to
make love to the Princess when she needs me and I am able to be as much like a
girl as possible.
I never saw my family again. My father would have been too ashamed if he had
known. My mother and my sister would have been happy for me and my brothers
wouldn't have understood. It's better this way.
Even when the Princess is occupied with the other matters there are all the
other women and the concubines. I understand now why these places are rife
with lesbianism. All males with penises are prevented from having access.
So the women have to make their own fun. And I am able to make fun with them
and myself as well, whenever I like. I find my new anatomy so beautiful that
as time went on I became aroused nearly all the time just thinking about it. I
am as close to being a girl as it is possible to be and I adore it more than I
could even have imagined before.
Instead of making me totally impotent sexually it has liberated me and given
me sensations I could not have experienced.
The true secret of this is that I really wanted it. There are so many others
who had it done for whom it was just a punishment. But if you really, really
know that this is your true dream then you will be able to have brilliant
orgasms all the time just like me!
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The Emasculation of Bill...Chapter 11 | STRAIGHT, TESTICLES, Fisting, Sounds, Golden Showers | In chapter 11, Vicky, the neighbor lady, comes over for a session and they find a new way to use the needles in Bill\'s balls. Please contact me with your comments, ideas and suggestions. I enjoy emailing with everyone. | The Emasculation of Bill…Chapter 11
The next couple of weeks were pretty uneventful. I wanted to make sure he was
well healed before I started torturing him again. He had a little infection
problem with his nipple rings but we just treated them with antiseptic soap
and they got better. He still had to keep them vacuum pumped every day and
that probably added to the infection problem. Too bad for him. I wanted them
to stay puffy so he was going to have to put up with some problems. I injected
his testicles with the saline/silicone solution twice a week and they were
getting a little bigger. I figured Nancy was being conservative on the size. I
was pretty confident that I could get them as big as oranges with no problem.
I hoped so. They looked so good with the skin of his ballsac all stretched
tightly over his swollen testes. I really liked the look and the feel of them.
Nancy had mentioned injecting them with Human Growth Hormone. She was going to
do some research but, at first glance, it seemed like it would do the trick
and would be a more permanent solution. I liked the idea of that. His urethra
had healed up nicely and he was getting good at inserting the tampons. He left
it out for a few days just to see if he would leak any urine. He didn’t but as
soon as I touched him he would start leaking precum copiously and the tampon
stopped that from leaking all over his slacks. Plus, I liked the idea of him
wearing a tampon in his dick every day. It helped keep his peehole open for my
finger fucking also. A win-win situation, at least for me. I had continued
working on his asshole and colon. It was amazing. It still looked normal but,
with just a little bit of lube, I could easily get my arm in him past the
elbow and, if I lubed him up good and went at it slowly, I could get my entire
arm inside of him. I loved doing it and I even think he was starting to enjoy
it.
After Bill was totally healed from his medical and electrical procedures, we
started our sessions again and I noticed that his balls were much more tender
and things that wouldn’t have had him moaning, did now. I liked that. Less
work for better results. The area available for needles was huge now. I could
easily get 200 needles in him and still have room for more. I really like
that. One evening I wrote my name in block letters on his swollen orbs. It
took 150 needles and it looked pretty cool. I took a bunch of pictures to send
to Dr. Nancy. She’d like them.
I had Vicky over a couple of times. She thought the new house and the new
dungeon were the coolest things she’d ever seen. Plus, the growth in his
testicles had her drooling. The first time she couldn’t believe how big his
nuts were. She went gaga over them. They were so heavy and they felt so good
in your hand, all hot and pulsing. She loved holding them in one hand and
hitting them with the other. When she got tired, she’d just switch hands. I
had bought some 3.5 inch needles and they weren’t long enough to go through
both balls. In fact, they barely would go all the way through, from top to
bottom, in just one ball. I needed to find some 6 inch needles. I loved the
look as a needle went all the way through both balls and exited the other
side. I could just sit and do that for hours, all the while my pussy would be
dripping juices and I would have orgasm after orgasm while doing it. The last
session we had with Vicky was a lot of fun for her. She’d arrived her usual
half hour early. I was expecting that by now and had Bill all prepped for the
session. I’d removed the big butt plug from his ass, took the vacuum pumps off
of his nipples and pulled out his tampon. He was secured in the gyno chair
with all of his assets available for our play. Vicky and I went down to the
dungeon and closed the door. She was dressed in her Librarian’s outfit and I
had on my abbreviated nun’s costume. We both had on black, fishnet thigh highs
and our wonderful, ball smashing, 4 inch classic pumps. Bill’s eyes lit up
when we walked in. I let Vicky snap the elastrator band on his balls. As
always, his eyes registered the instant pain but in moments it was just a dull
ache and he was just moaning a little. I had told Vicky about putting her
entire arm in his ass but she hadn’t done it yet. Her arms were considerably
bigger than mine. She was about 5 inches taller than me and probably weighed
close to 160 or so. It was no problem getting her fist and forearm in him but
she wasn’t having any luck getting past the elbow. Bill was making all sorts
of noises. I lubed her arm up until it was coated with oil and then I put my
weight behind her arm and it finally slipped past the elbow. It looked
absolutely beautiful. Her big arm was in him at least 22 to 24 inches. She
didn’t move for a few minutes and then she slowly started fucking his colon,
going a tiny bit deeper with each thrust. It was so fucking erotic that I had
to sit down for a minute before I was overcome with lust. I grabbed his
leaking cock and shoved my middle finger in him, all the way to the third
knuckle, and started finger fucking his dick. The precum was leaking all over
my hand and his cock was coated with it. I almost thought he was going to cum
but I knew he wouldn’t dare. Not without something to stop that nasty goo from
getting all over. He knew how bad I hated that stuff. When we had got in the
dungeon, I’d hooked a couple of snaps to Bill’s nipple rings and attached them
to a pulley system above the chair. I reached up and grabbed ahold of the rope
that ran through the pulley and started stretching his nipples. His eyes
started watering immediately. He was so sensitive to nipple pain. I could tell
he really liked it, though, because his cock always got harder when I tortured
them. I pulled my finger out of his cock and attached the nipple rope to a 10
pound weight. I liked that because, now I didn’t have to do anything and his
nipples would still be tortured. They were so big and puffy now that they
looked like they belonged on a pregnant 18 year old. I went back to finger
fucking his dick and beating his balls with my other hand. I felt between
Vicky’s legs and she was as wet as me, maybe wetter. This was so much fun. I
wished I could do it every day for about 8 hours or so. After a half hour or
so, I decided it was time for some needles. Vicky nodded in agreement. I had
already laid out 140 needles on the tray and we started taking turns inserting
them in Bill’s swollen testicles. I will never get over the feeling it gives
me to do this. I cannot imagine anything else giving me a bigger thrill. I
have acclimated myself to it so much that I almost immediately start feeling
the pleasure waves pulsing from deep in my pussy until it turns into a
continuous orgasm. I could see that Vicky was experiencing the same thing. We
were inserting 25 gauge, 2 inch needles and we would each get one in our
fingers, find a place on the opposite sides of a testicle and then try to have
a collision in the middle of his ball. We did it 5 or 6 times and I just know
we destroyed a lot of baby-making cells when we did. At least I hope so. We
finally had all 140 needles in place and there was still room for more. I was
going to need to get more of them. I thought I’d better buy 5000 or more every
time. Hell, I was going through 400 or more per session. We undid him from the
gyno chair and made him crawl over to the potty chair, needles still in his
balls. It was fun to watch because he had to keep his legs apart to do it. We
both emptied our bladders in his open mouth. Vicky, as usual, had him suck the
warm pee from her peehole. I liked watching my hot urine splash in his open
mouth and then he would swallow it without closing his jaws. It was like
watching a toilet flush. I guess he was a toilet, my toilet anyway.
The next 30 minutes was taken up with Bill licking our pussies while the other
one was doing something painful to him. I had already had a number of orgasms
from the needles and so had Vicky. The pussy eating was more for his pleasure
than it was ours, at least right then. We’d get into a lot more a little later
in the day. Vicky enjoyed sitting cross-legged between his thighs while he ate
my pussy. Well, today I actually had him tongueing my asshole while I faced
his pin cushion balls and, of course, Vicky sitting between his legs. She
would take ahold of a needle, pull it most of the way out, change the angle
and then reinsert it. For some reason this really caused him to moan into my
ass. I liked the vibrations of his moaning. It felt like a colon massage. We
switched positions after 15-20 minutes and I did the same thing. It was like
doing the needles all over again. I think Vicky had taught me a new trick. I
was going to leave the needles in during our break and then do this again.
Great idea.
It was time to take a break. The band had been on his balls for over 90
minutes and it probably needed to come off, even though Dr. Nancy said 3, even
4 hours wouldn’t cause any permanent damage. We wiped his face down with some
babywipes and he carefully got up and duck walked upstairs with us. His balls
looked like a huge purple pin cushion swinging between his legs. I had tied
them off with a piece of rope so the needles wouldn’t start shifting inside. I
don’t really know why I did that, except that we were on break and we needed
to relax without worrying. I popped a bottle of champagne and broke out some
good cheese. We smoked a couple of joints and rested a bit while we talked
about the session so far. Bill said that his endorphins really rushed in when
Vicky started repositioning the needles. He wasn’t expecting it and it was
quite intensive. We told him there was going to be a lot more of that going
on. About then, my cell phone went off and I grabbed it off the table. It was
my silly mother, her car had quit running and she had a tow truck coming but
she needed someone to pick her up and take her home and she couldn’t find
anybody but me. Rats. I did the quick math and figured it was going to take me
at least an hour and a half to make the round trip back to here and I didn’t
know how to get out of helping her. I told her I’d be there in about 20
minutes and I’d get her home. I got dressed real quick and told Vicky to take
him back down to the dungeon and keep him warmed up for me. She laughed and
said she would make sure he didn’t get any rest while I was gone. I bolted out
the door to rescue momma.
When I returned, damn near 2 hours later, I went downstairs and opened the
dungeon door. Vicky had strapped Bill to a padded bench that, quite frankly, I
had never used before. It was handy to sit on but I’d never used it for
anything other than that. It was fairly low to the ground, maybe 18 inches or
so, thick padding covered with black vinyl on the top and about 4 feet long.
She had handcuffed his hands underneath it and did the same to his legs with
some ankle cuffs. Then, she had ran some big, thick leather straps around his
body and under the bench, cinching them down tight. He couldn’t move an inch
and his balls were laying on the bench, nearly to the end, while his head was
at the other end, resting on the thick padding. She was sitting on his face,
looking at his swollen balls, grinding her ass into his mouth while finger
fucking his peehole with 2 fingers. She had his erect cock in her left hand
and 2 fingers of her right hand pumping away at his dick. The precum was
leaking out everywhere. She looked at me and smiled. She said he had his
tongue so far up her ass right now that he was tasting what she had for lunch.
I laughed out loud. She got up then and poor Bill’s face was covered in blood
and pussy juice. She must have started her period while she was sitting on him
and didn’t know it. Not that it would have made any difference. He was trained
to eat ass and pussy no matter what was going on with it. His job was to lick,
suck and probe inside with his tongue, no matter what was put in front of him.
He was very good at it and he loved it. It was always special when a new lady
would tentatively put her asshole over his mouth. All women like their
assholes licked and tongued but most have never had it done. He not only would
lick it, he would stick his tongue deep into their assholes and lick it from
the inside. He would tongue fuck their pungent rosebuds for as long as they
wished and they all loved it. I loved it a lot and had him doing it to me
every time I sat on his face.
We figured it was time to give Bill an orgasm and then call it a day. There
was always tomorrow and I had him all to myself for the day. I decided to put
an elastrator band on his cock, right behind the head, after I shoved a fresh
tampon down his peehole. What good was an orgasm for him if it didn’t cause
him pain. We decided to beat his cock with some 1 inch dowel rods until he
came. It usually took a while and the next day his cock would be all bruised
with pretty raised welts all up and down it. Yummy. He’d only had a band right
behind his cockhead once and he really moaned when I snapped it in place. We
started beating his bloated hardon. It felt so good to feel the impact of the
rod on his cock. Vicky was using her other hand to torture his puffy nipples
and I was squeezing the needles deeper into his testicles. I was hoping he’d
last a long time but, after about 10 minutes, I could feel him start to tense
up and I knew he was getting close. I started to increase the intensity of the
beating and needle squeezing. Vicky was doing the same. His nipples were
secreting a yellowish liquid and it was running all over his chest. Vicky and
I were smiling at each other. Bill’s eyes were closed and tears were dripping
from the corners. His orgasm was spectacular. The prostate gland was trying to
pump out his nasty ejaculate and the tampon and elastrator band prevented the
tiniest drop from seeing the light of day. I loved putting my fingers on the
base of his cock and feel the pulsations, knowing it was staying in him. Vicky
and I leaned over his pulsing cock and kissed, locking our lips together and
exploring each other’s mouths with our tongues. I was cumming in waves and I
was sure that she was, too. God, how I loved this.
After she left, Bill and I decided to fix a couple of sandwiches, split a
bottle of wine and watch a movie. We did this quite often and I really enjoyed
it. He would lay his head on my lap and I would give him one of my nipples to
suckle. He was to lick and suck it very gently and I would tell him what was
going on in the movie. I think it was therapeutic for both of us. He fell
asleep about halfway through the movie, still licking and gently sucking my
nipple. I woke him when the movie ended and put him to bed after inserting his
new, 3 inch by 3 feet butt plug in his asshole and putting a fresh tampon in
his peehole.
Before going to bed myself, I thought I’d check my email and see if any kinky
ladies had replied to my Alt.com and Craigslist ads. Wow, I had 3 local
replies on Alt, one from a couple and 6 from Craigslist. I downloaded all of
them and checked the profiles on the Alt replies. The couple was pretty hot.
She was a big women, 5’ 11”, 180 pounds with mammoth pillows on her chest and
a great bootie. Her profile said she was a total sadist and loved torturing
men. Her husband was also a sadist and he was a 5’ 7”, 150 pound man with a
monster dick. They lived about 150 miles away and said they would love to
spend a weekend with us. I sent them a quick reply and told them I was
interested. I wondered what Bill would think about a man and woman torturing
him. The other two Alt replies sounded good enough to send a note to and
asking them for more specifics. Most of the Craigslist were escorts and we
weren’t interested in that at all. However, one of them was from a young girl,
just turned 18, who said she had no experience but all she ever thought about
was doing sadistic things to men. Really nasty, kinky things. She only lived
about 40 miles away and her picture showed her to be cute as a button, thin
with small breasts and a big smile. She was wearing a skirt and sweater in the
photo with a pair of flats on. Hard to believe she was a sadist. I wrote her
back and attached a few photos of the things we have done to Bill. I’d wait
and see what her response said.
I dropped off to sleep wondering if we’d make some new friends this next week.
I hoped so, it was always fun when new people showed up.
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Tamerlane's Boys 3 | GAY, WARNING, TESTICLES, MINOR | Vissarion and Arman face decapitation. Historical comments, notes and references will be encased in square brackets [ ] throughout. | ` TAMERLANE’S BOYS 3 `
By Pueros
Chapter 3 – Tears
(Isfahan, Persia, October 1387)
“Stop!”
This one word, shouted by the unmistakable voice of Tamerlane, immediately
brought the brutal voluminous executions in front of one of the gates of
Isfahan to a halt. Fortunately for Vissarion and Arman the angry bellow was
heard where they were located.
The soldiers holding the hair of the two boys lowered their scimitars,
dripping with blood, but not to behead the 11 years olds. They instead
returned the sanguine weapons to their sides, let go of their next intended
victims and turned round to see the dreaded conqueror, seated on his
impressive black Arabian stallion and surrounded by his mounted bodyguard. The
man’s face was also purple with fury.
The soldiers, petrified at the sight of their enraged leader and wondering
what was amiss, dropped their swords, walked forward, fell to their knees and
bowed their heads. Nearby colleagues stopped what they were doing to adopt a
similar stance whilst Tamerlane dismounted from his steed. Fear had now
transferred from Vissarion and Armar to their would-be killers as the incensed
conqueror loudly asked, as he approached the large pool of blood that marked
the murderous scene, "Why are you trying to kill my servants?” The two men
responded by laying themselves on the bloody ground in prostration whilst,
with one speechless in fright, the other shouted “Sorry, Lord, we did not know
that the boys were yours!”
Unfortunately for the soldiers, this entreaty did not seem to carry any weight
with Tamerlane as he withdrew his own scimitar from its scabbard and proceeded
to decapitate with speedy expedition the two prostrate executioners. There was
complete shocked silence all around until the conqueror, now calming, ordered
other soldiers to “Untie the boys and take them to my tent. Place the heads of
these two,” he continued, referring to the executed executioners, “on the
tower with the others as a warning that no-one threatens my loyal attendants!”
Vissarion and Armar were as shocked as anyone at the turn of events. However,
the boys, faces stained with drying tears, were also mightily relieved that
the places on the grisly tower intended for their heads were now to be taken
by those of the men who had proposed to decapitate them. The 11 years olds
additionally experienced a sudden feeling of pride when they heard Tamerlane’s
words, especially his description of them as ‘loyal’.
The young Georgian and Armenian were quickly but carefully raised to their
feet by the bloodstained hands of four of the soldiers who had been engaged in
transporting heads and bodies to their respective resting places. The men
untied the lads’ own hands before leading them away from the terrible scene.
However, they had advanced only a few paces when the conqueror again shouted
“Stop!”
The soldier escorts were quaking in fear as their leader approached. Tamerlane
came to Vissarion first and gently took hold of the boy’s chin. “Who did this
to you?” he asked, examining the cuts and bruises on the 11 years old’s pretty
face. The young eunuch answered by advising the conqueror about the beating he
and Arman had received after their capture whilst trying fruitlessly to
explain who they were. Their master did not respond directly to the
explanation but instead lightly brushed away some of the tears on the face of
the young Georgian with his fingers before doing the same to that of the young
Armenian and quietly saying “Return to my tent to where I shall send a good
doctor whilst I address this matter.”
As Vissarion and Armar finally and gratefully left the shadows of the gruesome
tower, both were amazed for they could have sworn that they had seen dampness
come to the dreaded Tamerlane’s eyes before he turned to go back to his horse.
Tamerlane returned to his tent six hours later when darkness was descending,
with his encampment now illuminated by many fires. Emasculated replacements
for the slain attendants of Vissarion and Armar had seen to the boys’ welfare.
The eunuchs, both former catamites of the conqueror, had followed the doctor’s
suggestions for mending the 11 years olds’ wounds, which were all luckily
superficial, and had bathed, groomed and redressed them so that they were
returned as closely as possible to their former immaculate forms.
Tamerlane ordered the captain of his bodyguard to fetch Vissarion and Armar
from inside his tent. As the boys emerged, they saw people they recognised for
kneeling in a line on the dusty ground was the group of eight soldiers who had
caught and beaten them in Isfahan. The dumbfounded and terrified men’s hands
and feet had been bound and their mouths had been gagged. The eyes of some
were shedding tears.
Tamerlane, holding a sabre in each hand, approached the 11 years olds and gave
each of his surprised young catamites one of the swords before guiding
Vissarion to one end of the kneeling line and Armar to the other. The
conqueror then invited the boys to take their revenge by decapitating the
aghast soldiers, whose heads were presented for the blade by attendant
bodyguards.
The shocked and hesitant Vissarion and Armar looked at each other before the
young Georgian led the way by raising his scimitar, which was closely followed
in the air by the one possessed by his friend. The boys had never used a sword
but that was not the reason for further delay in demonstrating their weaponry
skills as the blades remained resolutely aloft. The 11 years olds had also
never spilt the blood of others and were appalled at the prospect of doing so
now, even in vengeance, but were afraid of Tamerlane's reaction if they
declined his invitation. It was the young eunuch who eventually again took the
lead.
Vissarion threw his scimitar to the ground and in a low quaking voice informed
Tamerlane “Please, Lord, I cannot take revenge on these men!” Armar’s sword
also quickly fell into the dust and the young Armenian ran to stand by the
young Georgian to show support for his friend. There was almost complete
silence all around, disturbed only by the muffled sobs of some of the kneeling
soldiers, as everyone waited for the reaction to the boys’ defiance of the
conqueror, notorious for his sudden rages, often fatal for the objects of his
displeasure.
Tamerlane looked at his beautiful young catamites standing defiantly side-by-
side and pondered awhile before quietly asking “Why not?” Such muted response
surprised everyone, not least the boy to whom the question was addressed.
Vissarion, encouraged by the conqueror’s apparent mild calm, replied “Lord,
the men do not deserve to die for they were only trying to serve you loyally.”
“Did they deserve to die?” Tamerlane queried, pointing to the distant dark
forms that were some of the putrefying towers of heads. Vissarion contemplated
the question, knowing that his answer probably represented a defining moment
in his relationship with the conqueror, if not his life, before finally giving
his honest opinion. “Yes, Lord,” the young eunuch said, “they deserved to die
for they were disloyal!”
Something totally unexpected and unprecedented now occurred. Tamerlane smiled.
No-one had ever seen the conqueror do so in public previously.
“You have bravery and wisdom beyond your tender years,” Tamerlane, with clear
pride in his eyes, advised Vissarion, “and I am happy to accept your judicious
forgiving counsel.” The conqueror then ordered the kneeling soldiers to be
released and returned to their unit before entering his tent, gesturing to his
two deeply relieved young catamites to follow.
Tamerlane sat on a chair and signalled Vissarion and Arman to him. The
conqueror looked again at the boys’ beautiful visages before placing an arm
around each of the 11 years olds and drawing them to him. The young Georgian
and Armenian had not been hugged by their master in this way previously and
both realised that it was an expression of his happiness at their safe return.
Something else totally unexpected and unprecedented now occurred. Tamerlane
cried. No-one had ever seen the conqueror do so in over 40 years.
Vissarion and Arman were astonished but, at that instant, both somehow managed
also to assign forgiveness on the man who held them whilst his tears flowed
profusely. The former forgave his castration and both forgave the massacres of
their families and the subsequent debauchery of their young bodies. Instead,
the boys began to reciprocate Tamerlane’s now evident deep love for them. The
dreaded conqueror had invaded and successfully conquered their young hearts.
(To be continued in chapter 4 – ‘Mongols’)
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Brooklands College for Boys Part 2 | GAY, PENECTOMY, TESTICLES, NULLIFICATION, MINOR | This is part 2 of the stories where Daniel meets some of the students from college on the way home. I have added some of the suggestions that people have asked for. Enjoy | Part 2: Meeting the Students
As Daniel left Mr Peters office for the walk back towards Weybridge train
station he couldn’t help but notice the beautiful surroundings in which he
would be of service to other boys for an entire year. Brooklands College was
located in one of the more leafy areas of Surrey, England. Daniel took a deep
breath as he walked through the campus and could smell the old oaks beginning
to shed their summer leaves. The smell that jumped straight to Daniel’s senses
was the unmistakable smell of boy. Everywhere he looked he could see students
signing up for various club and societies for the year. He couldn’t help but
notice all the nice firm butts wrapped in tight jeans or jogging shorts or
trousers. He was overjoyed to see several boys wearing bike shorts that made
their cocks stand out in greater detail. He loved the tight jogging shorts
because if he looked close enough he could see other teen cocks bouncing away,
not as defined as the bike shorts but enough to give a hint on the size of boy
junk contained within. He liked to see what underwear other boys wore, he
loved tight briefs that pushed up a boys cock and balls and he loved the tight
lycra boxer type that shaped a boys wonderful butt so nicely. Of course
Daniel’s favour colour was white. Daniel knew that he had a full-blown
erection but he didn’t care. He also knew that the first three inches of his
own cut cock was sticking out of the top of his jeans. He liked other boys to
notice, as this was a sign that he was a bottom boy slut that was willing to
be fucked by any boy that asked and as such he was proud to display his cock
for all the boys to see.
As he made his way up the pavement towards the main gates, passing a mixture
of Victorian and modern buildings, he took note of the new sports hall and he
knew that he would be spending a lot of time in the changing rooms there naked
on the benches waiting for boys of all sorts to fuck him. He didn’t care if
they were gay, bi or straight as long as they pumped a load of cum in his ass
or down his throat he didn’t care.
Daniel reached the main gate and turn right through the woods which was a well
worn short cut used by the boys of the college to go to Weybridge station.
Slightly a head of him he noticed a truly beautiful boy around 17 years of
age. Daniel could tell him must have come from the sports hall because it was
clear to him that he was wearing a tight jock strap that made his butt look
really solid and firm. Daniel longed to drop to his knees and lick the hole of
the boy in front him in the hope that he might turn the boy on. Daniel wanted
to feel what looked like to be a massive cock enter his tight hole and fill
him with hot teen cream he so longed for. Daniel’s hole was now throbbing with
the desire to be fucked even through he had only just received a fucking of
his young life.
He followed the boy towards the train station and noticed how tall and lean he
appeared to be. The boy wore a light blue baseball cap, along with a very
tight light blue t-shirt and even tighter blue joggers. His skin had a healthy
sporty glow about it. Daniel guessed that this boy didn’t worry about covering
up his cock in the sun to get that all over tan. His jet-black hair shone out
from under the cap but what drove Daniel to cum was the tight ass that walked
in front of him. At that moment Daniel would have done anything for this boy,
he would have gladly cut off his cock there and then to give the boy a
personal present to be used as the boy saw fit or perhaps eaten. Daniel longed
for a boy to eat his cock and balls.
The boy got his train ticket and turned to go to the platform and in turning
he bumped into Daniel. In the spilt second the boy reached out and squeezed
the top of Daniel’s cock, which had still remain hard and on show. As luck
would have it the boy was heading for the platform that would take him to
Woking station. This by chance also happened to be the station that Daniel
needed, he didn’t care if he had to walk back from Woking to Sheerwater, it
was only a couple of miles and it would be worth if he got fucked.
In a matter of seconds the train arrived and the boy along with Daniel got in
the same carriage. By now Daniel’s cock was dripping pre-cum down the front of
his jeans, anyone watching would know what type of boy Daniel was from his
state. Daniel always made sure that he wore very tight briefs that pushed his
cock up and out over the waist band of the jeans he was wearing which wasn’t
hard since most of his ass could be seen from the back.
Daniel sat down opposite the boy who had one leg bent up on the seat that
Daniel was sitting on and the other was position on the outside of Daniel’s
right leg. You could say that Daniel was sitting in between the boy’s legs.
Daniel noticed that the boy’s cock had grown while looking at Daniel. Daniel
was overjoyed that he met with the boy’s pleasure. Daniel readjusted his own
young cock so that nearly all of it was on display for the boy.
The boy lent over to Daniel and whispered in his ear, “If you want to get your
ass fucked hard, follow me.”
The boy got up and walked towards the toilet, which on the modern trains were
much bigger than the old style of toilet that used to be in service.
Upon arriving to the toilet the boy pushed the button and the big semi circle
door swung open. He stood aside and let Daniel go in first. Daniel was aware
that other boys who were students at Brooklands College were watching him
enter the toilet only to be followed by the boy. Daniel also knew that his own
cock was now hanging outside his jeans and that was a clear sign to all the
other boys that there was a slut on the train. Several boys started to get
hard, knowing that Daniel was about to get fucked.
“On your knees slut” said the boy with clear authority in his voice, as the
door closed behind them. Daniel dropped to his knees in seconds and the boy
simply said, “Open up bitch.”
Daniel opened his mouth while the boy pushed his joggers over his tight teen
ass and then pulled out a very impressive soft cock that must have been at
least seven inches soft. The boy just placed his cock into Daniel’s mouth and
said, “Don’t spill a drop bitch, or you won’t get my cock in your ass.”
Seconds later the 17-year-old cock erupted with a rich golden colour of strong
tasting piss. The flow was strong as it was hard. Daniel could feel the piss
making its way down his throat and he drank the boy piss as best as he could.
He didn’t want to spill a drop because he just had to be fucked by that cock.
For a full two minutes the boy continued to piss down Daniel’s throat and
Daniel’s cock continued to pump out his boy pre-cum. Daniel body was shaking
with possibilities. He drank and drank as if he would die if he didn’t.
Finally the boy’s flow began to slow and he uttered one word, “Suck”.
Daniel being a good slut boy did as he was told and started sucking. The cock
in his mouth grew and grew. Daniel didn’t think his throat would be able to
take such a monster cock but the boy had no intent of pulling out rather he
forced more of his cock down Daniel’s throat until his very large cum filled
balls were banging against Daniel’s chin. Daniel was in heaven this is what
being a cock cum slut was all about for him.
Daniel’s cock got harder and harder, this seemed to displease the boy. The
next thing that Daniel knew was that a very large trainer clad foot came
crashing down on his balls. The pain shot through Daniel like fire but he did
not miss a stroke on sucking the large cock in his mouth, if anything Daniel
thrust his cock and balls into the teen foot for more abuse. If it pleased the
boy to kick Daniel then Daniel was pleased to be kicked. More and more kicks
and stamps rained down on Daniel’s young tender sweet balls. Daniel hoped
against hope that his young balls might explode in their sack and that he
could walk around for the next year with mush for balls instead of boy balls.
Sadly, Daniel’s balls remained intact but each kick made the cock in his mouth
swell even more than it had done. Finally after the twentieth kick the boy
exploded in Daniel’s mouth sending wave after wave of thick creamy cum down
Daniel’s throat. Daniel swallowed without being asked because Daniel never
missed the chance to drink a boy’s load, even if that boy was to shoot it on
the floor Daniel would have licked it up and had done so many times at school
or in the street.
The boy withdrew his still erect cock from Daniel’s mouth and spoke to him for
the first time, “What is your name bitch?”
“My name is Daniel Scott and I am a slut boy faggot, sir,” said Daniel.
“ I know you’re a faggot and a slut. My name is Karl and I like faggots like
you. You’ll do everything I say otherwise I’ll cut of your cock and balls. Do
you understand, bitch?” said Karl with a cock dripping the last drops of cum
into Daniel’s hair.
“Thank you, Karl. I like being used as your bitch and will doing anything you
want me to but sir, I have to tell you that my cock and balls are due to be
cut off in a years time. I have just accepted a position of sex slave at
Brooklands College and my contract requires me to have my boy junk cut off at
the end of the contract. That doesn’t mean to say of course you can’t hurt my
cock and balls for the remaindered of the year. Perhaps kicking them like you
have done sir, or nailing my balls to a table or perhaps sticking pins through
my cock itself.”
“So you’re the new sex slave! Nice! Stand up bitch and get out of those jeans.
Take all your clothes off. So your Cody’s little brother! Bend over let me see
that hole.”
“Yes sir”, said Daniel, whose erection was starting to come back. Daniel bent
over and spread his legs as wide as possible.
“Yes, I see it now. A true bitch hole just like that slut of a brother of
yours. I enjoyed fucking him last year and I am going to enjoy fucking your
hole as well. Listen to me carefully bitch. I am the king fucker on campus if
I want a boys hole, I have it. I don’t care if they are slut or not. I don’t
care if they are gay, bi or straight every boys hole is mine in that fucking
college and do you know why bitch?”
“No sir, I don’t”, said Daniel.
“Its because of my dick bitch, I have the longest and thickest dick on the
whole fucking campus which means that any hole and I mean any hole belongs to
me. There are enough boys walking around college without sacks or balls
because if they don’t bend over for me I cut the fuckers off. It also helps
that my brother is the headmaster and he likes boy’s ass as much as I do and
we both like eating boy’s balls. So your package may be safe at the moment but
I will get to share it with my brother. Who do you think fucked your brother’s
ass enough until he gave them up for me? Yes, that’s right it was because of
me that your brother package got cut off because he couldn’t stand up to me
when I took his cherry. I forced him to become last years sex slave. Didn’t
you think it was strange when he stopped fucking you and got fucked himself?”
“I thought Cody was a slut all the time just like me but didn’t want to admit
it. He used to so love fucking my tight hole. Now I know what he meant that by
one day I would understand!!”
“Still its nice to see that you are a natural born slut. I wonder what your
father would think if he knew both of his sons are sluts and both nullos – one
for real and you who don’t use your teen cock for anything. Right bitch lay
down on the floor and I show you what you’ll do every morning at college for
the rest of the year. I am in the sports hall every morning working on my
body, so I want you in the changing rooms no later than 9.30am. Do you
understand bitch?”
“Yes Sir, I understand”, said Daniel as he lay on the floor watching Karl
removing his joggers and his jock strap.
“Now lick and kiss my hole, you worthless faggot. Then I’ll give you your
dinner for tonight.” Said Karl with an evil grin that most tormentors have on
their faces at times like this, however, he didn’t understand what a true slut
Daniel really was and nothing he did would put Daniel of from being a faggot
bottom boy.
Karl’s butt was indeed heaven for most faggot boys like Daniel. It was
everything that a slut could hope for. It was firm and solid with a very tight
hole that Daniel loved to lick clean. The aroma was a mix of an active teen
boy who worked up a sweat and who was proud of his body couple with that of a
boy who’s hole could have been a bit cleaner. Daniel could see the valley of
brown juice and knew that this would be his breakfast each morning. He knew
that he was to become Karl’s personal ass wiper and toilet. Daniel wondered,
as he was licking and kissing Karl’s hole if Cody had ever feasted on this
wonderfully tight hole. Daniel prayed that the turd he was about to eat would
be a long and filling one, full of teen boy flavour. Something that Daniel had
never told any one was that he often ate his own offerings when he got really
horny. Sometimes if he was lucky he could pay one of the local teens to use
him as a toilet but here he was getting a meal for free.
Karl straightened his back a little and Daniel knew that he was about to taste
the real Karl for the first time. Karl’s hole open rather widely to let out a
turd that was about as long and as thick as Karl’s cock had been. Daniel
couldn’t wait to taste it and he raised his head, which was something that
didn’t go unnoticed by Karl. As the turd started to come out of Karl’s hole
Daniel opened his mouth as widely as possible and started to suck down into
his own throat the waste from Karl’s body. Daniel could taste all the flavours
that most gay boys would never want to encounter or even dream of doing,
however, sluts were a different kind of boy all together. They were nothing
but entertainment centres for the deprived and these sluts loved being used as
such.
Daniel bit into Karl’s shit because he wanted to taste the full flavour and
while he was enjoying his meal, his cock was throbbing again much to Karl’s
anger. Karl dug out of his gym bag a tube of deep heat (Ben Gay in the states)
and started to coat the young cock in the burning cream. Karl also rubbed the
cream into the worthless fag balls that lifted into time with Daniel’s eating.
As for Daniel, he was aware of the burning in his cock and balls but he was a
professional slut and never left Karl’s hole un-licked or the shit uneaten.
After some fifteen minutes Karl emptied his bowls down the throat of Daniel
and enjoyed watching Daniel jump about on the floor as the full force of the
cream was now burning into the ball meat and cock flesh.
Karl smiled as he stood up with a clean ass and he looked down upon Daniel who
was finishing off the very last bit of his brown candy and Karl smiled again
as he pissed upon Daniel’s balls and body. Daniel for his part rubbed the
golden piss into his skin. Karl directed his stream of piss onto Daniel’s
clothing knowing full well that he would smell strongly of boy piss.
“Stand up bitch, I want to fuck you now”, said Karl with lust in his voice.
Daniel was bent over holding onto the support rails with his legs spread so
wide you could have fit four cocks into his hole. Daniel’s cock was still
burning from the deep heat but he was ready to feel the fullness of Karl’s
cock. He hoped that the sperm already in his hole would make an easy entry for
such a massive cock as Karl’s
Karl stood behind Daniel and kicked him really hard in his dangling balls
several times until his own erection was back and more solid than he had ever
know it. Karl knew that Daniel was a special slut, perhaps the best slut he
would ever fuck. Karl stood behind the winking hole and just rammed his cock
home in one go. Daniel’s ass gripped the large invader and started milking the
cum out of that Karl’s cock, which was pounding his g-spot. Daniel’s young
hairless legs were straining to keep upright and locked into one of his
favourite standing up positions. He didn’t think it was possible but Karl’s
cock was even wider than his brothers and longer once it was inside his slut
boy hole. The pounding went on for nearly half an hour with Daniel’s hole
getting wider and wider.
Just then there was a knock at the door. “Right on time!” said Karl, who lent
forward to open the door while at the same time whispered in Daniel’s ear, “Do
everything I say otherwise I’ll see to it that you get kicked out of college”
This filled Daniel with fear. There was no way on earth he would willingly
give up all that cock.
The door swung open to reveal Daniel being fucked like the bitch that he is
and in stepped three other Brooklands students who closed the door behind
them. The other boys in the carriage shot their loads at the sight of Daniel
being fucked by Karl Peters. Most of the boys in the carriage had felt his
cock in their holes at one time or another. Of course not every boy shot his
load because they had no balls to shot a load from because they had not
believed Karl when he told them that he would cut their balls off if they
wouldn’t open up for him. Now they do it out need and desire and for most it
was a costly choice to say no.
Karl carried on fucking Daniel without even stopping. Two of the boys were
clearly holding the third boy in the toilet against his will. Karl looked up
and said, “Get naked boys”. Instantly the two teens stripped themselves of
their clothing and were every bit as good looking and well built as Karl. The
third boy was stripped naked by the other two. When Karl saw the limp cock of
the 16-year-old boy, he shot his load deeply into Daniel who fell to the floor
once his ass was filled with Karl’s cream.
Karl shoved his cock into Daniel’s throat to have it cleaned. Karl spoke to
his friends whom he fucked every night. “Paul, Mike, glad you found the little
fucker. Where was the little fuck hiding?”
“He was hiding in the other toilet,” answered Paul whose erection was
throbbing. Both Paul and Mike knew what was coming because they had been in
this toilet before with a boy that Karl was going to punish for refusing to be
fucked.
“So Matt, do you remember last week when I wanted to fuck you and you told me
to fuck off! Do you remember what I said?”
“Yes,” spat Matt. “I remember the bullshit you came out with about cutting my
balls off or both cock and balls. Did you really think that would scare me?”
“Oh my you do have some balls!! Not for much longer. Hold him boys”
Instantly Paul and Mike set about Matt and held him firmly while Karl bent
down and picked up Daniel’s piss covered briefs and stuffed them into Matt’s
mouth. Karl very slowly went to his gym bag and pull out his banding machine.
He gave Matt’s balls a really solid kick to ensure the fight was out of him
and then banded his balls in two places. Karl turned to Daniel and said, “Suck
that fucker to hardness.”
Daniel went about his duty with great gusto and sucked the unwilling cock to
full hardness. When Matt was about to shot his load Karl kicked Daniel in the
balls to get him to stop. “There now Matt, I couldn’t band your cock while
soft, could I?”
Karl slipped two bands very near to the base of Matt’s cock. He then produced
a knife from his bag that looked really sharp. “Well Matt its time to say
goodbye to those balls. I am not a heartless fucker though, I’ll get my bitch
to suck you off until you cum and then I’ll cut them off.”
Daniel whose own balls was beginning to get bigger through the kicking that
they were taking moved into position. Daniel started to suck Matt’s cock again
who was thinking that this was meant to teach him a lesson. After five minutes
Matt unloaded what was to be his last ever load of 16-year-old boy cream down
Daniel’s throat. He rather enjoyed it as well. As soon as Daniel sat back on
his knees licking his lips to get the rest of Matt’s cum down his throat, Karl
moved into view. He reached out to squeeze Matt’s cooling balls and said, “You
know if only you opened your legs for me like Paul and Mike did you would be
able to keep these.”
A second later Karl was cutting through Matt tender cords and ball sack, which
he had carried in between his legs for 16 years but had hardly ever used. Now
he would never be able to use them again. The pain shot through Matt’s body
like he had his balls ripped out via his ass and then it stopped. Matt could
see his still warm balls being held tenderly in Karl’s hand who emptied out
the contents of the sack into his hand. Karl knew that Paul and Mike both
liked to eat the sack skin and so he placed it in Paul mouth who then gave
Mike a kiss of skin. The two boys used their teeth to cut the sack in two,
which is something that they were well skilled at doing since they had now
eaten a total of forty skins on this train from different boys.
The raw balls Karl bit into and enjoyed the texture of the ball meat as he
chewed Matt’s balls into nothingness. He then turn to Daniel and said, “I have
been impressed with you slut. Now bite off Matt’s cock at his base but don’t
swallow it because I want to share it with you. I do reward my sluts with
favour when they have been good sluts.”
Daniel looked in horror at first but then remember that he might be kicked out
of college and then it occurred to him that if he did as he was told then
perhaps Karl would eat his cock too. So Daniel started to bite into the solid
cock that for a moment was still attached to Matt’s body. After a few minutes
Daniel presented the severed cock to Karl who took it out his mouth. He turned
it around and placed the cock head end in his own mouth and bit down really
hard. He chewed and swallowed Matt’s cock head and part of his shaft. He then
ordered Daniel to eat the rest, which is what he did.
“Ok Paul & Mike, you can fuck Daniel and I’ll fuck Matt.” Tears were poring
down the face of Mike as he realised that his cock and balls had been removed
for nothing as he was still fucked rather deeply and constantly. Why hadn’t he
just dropped his jeans when told to the first time? Now if he wanted sex he
would have to get a boy to fuck him.
Paul and Mike loved fucking Daniel, who they discovered was to be the new sex
slave at college. The boys were glad to meet Daniel because that would mean
perhaps their own asses wouldn’t be fucked so much. Paul needed to piss really
badly while fucking Daniel and was turned on even more when Daniel suggested
that he piss into his hole once he came. That’s what Paul did and he enjoyed
every second of it.
As for Matt, well like the rest of the boys who had refused sex with Karl he
learnt the hard way that the boy with the biggest cock always gets the ass he
wants.
As each boy shot his load of teen cream the train began to slow down and they
began to get dressed. Daniel was given Matt’s briefs since he didn’t have
anything to support anymore and Matt was told that he had to go home and wait
for the bands to drop off and then he could be fucked by the other boys at
college.
Part 3: Daniel goes home via an alley and then talks to Cody.
As usual any comments or suggestions please let me know.
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Castration Academy pt 2 | GAY, STRAIGHT, TESTICLES, NULLIFICATION | The Castration Academy is up and running and new students and patients start every day.Today two new patients visit the academy to helpteach the students. Pete and Jason did not know eachother until today and will soon become friends asthey enroll to lose their balls. | Pete walked up to the door and stopped and took a deep breath before going
inside, he was nervous, scared and excited. He had sent in a request to the
school to be a patient for the teachers and after a short wait had been
accepted. He had wanted to be castrated for a long time and after several
attempts to meet someone to do it and as usual each time found that the person
was either inexperienced or wanted a lot of money so he had all but given up.
He did not want to lose his balls and his life at the same time to some jerk
with a dull knife.
Pete opened the door to the well furnished waiting room and stepped to the
window to give the receptionist his name.
She told him, "have a seat and someone will be with you soon."
Pete sat down next to another guy about his age and soon found himself having
a conversation with him about today and the events to happen. Jason related
the following to Pete.
Jason had a problem with controlling his sexual urges and had gotten to the
point he would have sex with anyone male or female and he finally reached a
decision that either he got things under control or he was going to get
himself killed or die from some disease so he had made an appointment at the
academy. He told Pete that he had requested that they use the burdizzo on him
so that he would remember the pain and the pain he had caused some of the
people he had sex with.
Pete explained that he had just never liked his looks with his flopping cock
and balls. He explained that he was going to have his balls removed today and
after he healed he was going to come back and have his cock removed. They
finally agreed to exchange contact information and to keep in touch after
today.
The door was soon opened and both Pete and Jason were called back. They were
each shown to a bed with a curtain between them and were instructed to remove
all their clothes. They had been instructed to remove all hair from their
lower body before coming today so as Pete stood their with nothing on looking
at his shaved cock and balls he heard Jason ask the nurse if they could watch
each other lose their balls. Pete quickly echoed the same question and soon
the curtain was pulled back and each smiled as they were instructed to lay
down on the tables.
The students came in soon after and the instructor explained that the patients
wanted to watch each others procedure so they would start with Jason since his
was by burdizzo and would be faster. Jason was soon placed on a device with
his ass in the air, his legs spread and on his hands and knees with his
shoulders and head against a restraining device.
The instructor explained, "I requested nothing for pain, so you were placed in
this position so that if you move forward, you cannot get away from the
burdizzo."
She went over his paperwork and asked Jason one last time if he was sure about
this decision since he could not get it reversed once done.
Jason spoke up loud and clear, "I want to do it."
Pete watched as a young blond female rolled up the sleeves to her white lab
coat and reached out to massage Jasons balls until they were hanging low in
his sack. She then moved her hands around until she found the cords on his
left nut and her partner, a young black male, positioned the burdizzo over the
cords. The instructor checked the placement and nodded her head as the male
student quickly closed the handles. Pete thought he could hear the crunch of
the cords and the handles closed and Jason lurched forward with a loud groan.
Pete could see his arms shake as the female rolled his ball around in her
hands to make sure it was clamped properly. The male removed the device and
handed it to the female as he reached his gloved hand up and soon had the
right ball in position as the female positioned the jaws over the cords. The
instructor checked and nodded and the jaws were closed again with out any
warning to Jason. He could not hold back the yelp of pain this time as the
jaws crushed his cords turning him in to a eunuch. He looked over at Pete and
tried to smile thru the pain as the students removed him from the device and
helped him to the table and gave him something for the pain and some ice for
his dying nuts. He smiled at Pete again and told him he was ready for his
show.
Pete soon found himself surrounded by staff and students and was helped in to
position on the table with his legs in the stirrups and his ass and balls
hanging off the end of the bed. He watched as the blond pulled on fresh gloves
and the male student pulled a tray over to the side of the bed. He could see
several instruments displayed and some syringes with large needles attached.
Pete was asked again if he was sure about the operation and reminded that it
was final. He told them he was ready.
This time the male started by wiping his sack with betadine as the female
taped his cock to his stomach out of the way. Pete watched as the blond picked
up one of the syringes and explained, "I am going to inject your sack and
balls and the first couple will hurt." With that she pushed the needle in to
his sack as Pete bit his lip from the sharp pain. Soon the pain eased and he
could feel the needle move around as she injected the pain medication. She
removed the needle and Pete watched as the male student picked up the other
syringe and explained, "I am going to inject the cords to stop the pain when
they are severed." This time Pete jumped as the needle penetrated the cord on
the left side as the pain was intense for a short time but soon stopped. He
felt the same sharp pain on the other side and then watched as the needle was
removed and the blond massaged his ball sack until he told her he could not
feel anything.
The blond then picked up a scalpel and pulled Pete's ball sack around and soon
had an incision along the left side and quickly popped the left nut out of the
incision. Her partner quickly clamped off the cords as she held his ball in
her hand. He then tied off the cords and she used and electro-knife to cut and
seal the ends of the cord. Pete could feel the cord slide back up inside him.
This time the male student made the incision and the blond tied off the cords.
Pete could feel some pressure as she pulled as much of the cord out as she
could before she tied it off and clamped and cut it. This time Pete could
almost hear the cord sliding back inside. He watched as both balls were placed
in a stainless dish and looked over to see Jason smile at him. The blond soon
had stitches in both incisions and Pete soon found himself in a bed next to
Jason smiling and thinking about his new life without those ugly balls.
COMMENTS WELCOME, AND HOPEFULLY THE ACADEMY WILL CONTINUE..
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Taschengeldjob, Teil 5 | GAY, TESTICLES, MINOR | Zwei Schüler sind in die Fänge einer Organisation, die mit Sperma handelt, geraten und werden mit Kastration erpreßt. Aus Angst vor der Kastration trainieren sie, um zu unverzichtbaren Spritzern zu werden. | 10\. Kapitel
Das Gefühl, als mein Eichelkranz von seinem Schließmuskel gepreßt wurde und
dann die Entspannung, als ich darüber hinaus weiter vorgestoßen war, und sich
der Druck auf meinen Schwanzschaft verschob, das war unbeschreiblich. Ich zog
meinen Schwanz zurück und drang wieder vor, um das noch mal zu erleben. Immer
wieder! Mein Freund stöhnte und schien es offenbar zu genießen. Allmählich
drang ich weiter ein und spürte die feuchte Wärme und die Weichheit. Es war
einzigartig. Meine Schwanzwurzel wurde vom Schließmuskel umklammert, wie
aufgesogen, fühlte sich das an. Ich begann zu stoßen, griff mit meinen Händen
um sein Becken, blickte nach unten und sah, wie mein Schwanz mit stoßenden
Bewegungen in dieses noch knabenartige Hinterteil rein und raus glitt. Ich
fühlte, wie meine Eier im Takt schaukelten. Von meinem Freund kamen Signale,
schneller und härter zu stoßen, er steigerte sich richtig in Ekstase und ich
mit ihm. Es dauerte nur wenige Minuten und ich spritzte. Mir wurde fast
schwarz vor Augen, so intensiv war mein Orgasmus. Wir ließen es ausklingen und
ich zog meinen Schwanz raus. Meine Eichel war krebsrot.
Danach war ich dran. Mein Freund bugsierte mich längs auf die Liege und hieß
mich, meine Beine hoch strecken, anwinkeln und mit den Händen festhalten. Er
machte mit mir das Gleiche, wie ich vorher mit ihm. Es fühlte sich wohlig an,
denn nach meinem Mega-Orgasmus, war ich doch etwas geschafft und wurde nicht
gleich wieder scharf. Schließlich drang auch er in mich ein und fickte los.
Ich spürte die elastische Härte seines geilen Schwanzes in mir, mein ganzer
Unterleib begann zu vibrieren und ich wollte noch mehr und immer mehr Nähe.
Plötzlich – das Unerwartete: Mein Freund beugte sich über mein Gesicht, legte
seinen Mund auf den Meinen und drang mit seiner Zunge ein. Mich durchfuhr es
einem Stromschlag gleich. Oben und unten war er in mir und bereitete mir die
geilsten Wonnen. In meinem Mund tobte ein wahrer Wirbel unserer Zungen und in
meinem Arsch tobte der begehrte Schwanz. Trotz dieser Vielzahl an Reizen
konnte ich spüren, wie die Hoden meines Freundes an meine gespannte Kimme
stießen. Er stöhnte plötzlich trotz seiner Zunge in meinem Mund, veränderte
seinen Fickrhytmus und rammte seinen Schwanz in mich. Ja, er spritzte ab und
alles in mich rein. Welch eine Vorstellung!
Wir lagen wieder nebeneinander. In meinem Kopf kreisten meine Gedanken um die
Frage, wie ich den Kuß von vorher deuten sollte. Ich wollte es wissen, nahm
meinen ganzen Mut zusammen, beugte mein Gesicht über das seine und küßte ihn.
Er öffnete seinen Mund und kam meiner Zunge entgegen. Wir waren Freunde!
Wir liefen noch einmal zur Hochform auf, diesmal jedoch auch mit viel
Zärtlichkeit. Bei gegenseitigem Oralverkehr kamen wir schließlich gleichzeitig
und schossen ab, ein jeder in den Mund des anderen.
11\. Kapitel
Während des Dienstagnachmittags waren meine Gedanken beim Freund. Er war zu
dieser Zeit dabei, sein Sperma her zu geben, das viel lieber ich geschluckt
hätte. Hoffentlich schaffte er die Mindestmenge, damit endlich diese Angst
vorüber wäre, ein Ei abliefern zu müssen. Eines hatte ich ihm ja schon
gerettet.
Als wir uns wieder sprachen und ich ihn fragte, sagte nur: "Es hat gereicht,
aber die haben mich schwer ran genommen." Alle meine Nachfragen waren
vergeblich, ich würde es ja bald selber erleben, war das Einzige, was er von
sich gab.
Mittwochnachmittag: Ich zog mich aus, legte meine Kleider in den Spind,
verzichtete aber gleich auf das Handtuch, denn das war doch nur hinderlich.
Die im Warteraum hatten auch keines an und im Fußbodenspiegel waren wieder die
tollsten Teile zu sehen. Da gab's Schwänze, die waren schlapp noch riesig, so
daß ich mir gar nicht vorstellen hätte können, so einen überhaupt in meinen
Mund zu kriegen; da waren Eier, in denen 24 Gramm locker hätten Platz gehabt
haben müssen. Im Gegensatz dazu war da einer mit einem kleine Pimmelchen und
kaum erkennbaren Eierchen, von denen ich mir nicht vorstellen konnte, daß er
damit wirklich was anfangen konnte. Auch der Dunkelhäutige mit seinen
Prachthoden war da, er zwinkerte mir sogar zu. Ich begann, mich fast schon
heimisch zu fühlen, wenn da nur nicht dieser Erfolgsdruck gewesen wäre.
"Heute geht's gleich auf die Melkmaschine", waren die Begrüßungsworte von Jan.
Er führte mich wieder in den Raum vom letzten Mal und übergab mich dem
"Trainer". Als erste eine Dreierserie. Ich lag auf der Maschine und
konzentrierte mich ganz auf meinen Schwanz und stellte mir fest vor, daß ich
genug zu spritzen hätte. Es klappte dreimal und ich spritzte zehn Gramm ab.
Jan holte mich und führte mich in den rechten Nebenraum, dessen Eingangstüre
im rechten Winkel zu der des Melkmaschinenraums stand.
Es war ein sehr großer weitläufiger Raum mit Kabinen, teils durch Vorhänge
geschlossen, teils durch Türen. Jan führte mich in eine Kabine mit Vorhang,
darin stand eine Art Liegestuhl. – "Hier kannst du dich 20 Minuten ausruhen,
dann hole ich dich wieder ab. Laß dich schön verwöhnen!" – "Verwöhnen", was
soll das denn? Ich legte mich auf den Liegestuhl und wartete, was geschehen
würde. Allerlei Geräusche drangen an mein Ohr: Kein Zweifel, auch in diesem
Raum wurde abgesamt und das nicht wenig.
Ich war gerade etwas eingedöst, da trat ein Mann ein, verbeugte sich leicht
und lächelte mich dabei an. Dann trat er an das Fußende des Liegestuhls, hob
dieses an, so daß mein Oberkörper in Tiefstellung kam. Der Mann schnallte
meine Füße fest, betätigte eine Verriegelung und konnte so das Unterteil des
Liegestuhles in zwei Teilen auseinander schwenken. Meine Beine mußten mit und
mir wurde klar, daß ich in dieser Haltung ziemlich ausgeliefert war. Der Typ
trat zwischen meine Beine, lächelte mich wieder und an begann meine
Geschlechtsteile zu massieren, ganz langsam und gründlich. Er hatte seine
Hände wohl eingeölt. Es wäre richtig behaglich gewesen, wenn ich nicht so
angstvoll darüber gewesen wäre, was sie noch so alles mit mir anstellen
würden. Ich hatte einen freien Blick und konnte gut sehen, wie der Mann mich
massierte. Mein Schwanz wurde wieder steif, aber zum Abspritzen hätte es nicht
gereicht, dazu, waren seine Bewegungen zu langsam und nicht gezielt genug. Er
machte meinen Schwanz richtig hart, indem er ihn langsam von der Wurzel zu
Spitze massierte. Danach holte er eine Schnur aus seiner Kitteltasche und
begann, mir meinen Schwanz und meine Eier abzubinden. Wieder diese Angst! Das
Gefühl war ja geil, aber was soll das?
Das Resultat der Abbindung war, daß um Schwanz und Hoden ein mehrfacher
Schnurring lag, die Hoden voneinander geteilt waren und unter dem Schwanz
ebenfalls abgebunden waren. Danach massierte er mir leicht die Eier, die sich
langsam dunkel färbten. Schließlich rieb er sie mit einer Art Erfrischungstuch
ab. Es roch leicht nach Alkohol. Wieder wurde ich angelächelt und plötzlich
standen zwei weitere Typen recht und links neben mir. Sie mußten wohl von
hinten durch den Vorhang eingetreten sein. Mir wurde angst und bange. Der
Masseur nickte ihnen zu und lächelte mich wieder an. Die beiden Typen hielten
mich an den Armen und dem Oberkörper fest, während er ein Instrument, das
aussah wie eine Schreckschußpistole, (nur der Lauf war nach vorne spitz
zulaufend) aus der Kitteltasche zog. Er nahm sich mein rechtes Ei vor, die
beiden Macker verstärkten ihren Druck, der Masseur setzte die "Pistole" an -
in mir tobte die Panik – er drückt ab. Ein heftiger, kurzer Schmerz
durchzuckte mich. Ein stechender Schmerz, der schnell nachließ, um einem
ziehenden, über die Leistengegend wandernden und genau zwischen meinen Beinen
mündenden zu weichen. Ich japste. Wieder wurde ich angelächelt und danach
wurde die Pistole weggenommen. Ich traute meinen Augen nicht: In meinem
rechten Ei steckte eine Nadel! Jetzt spürte ich auch, wie sich in meinem Ei
ein dumpfer Schmerz ausbreitete. Der Masseur ließ mir keine Zeit, mir die
Bedeutung des Geschehenen richtig zu vergegenwärtigen. Er griff sich wieder
das Ei, setzte die Pistole erneut an und schoß mir eine weitere Nadel in den
Hoden. Der Schmerz war grausam, ich wollte schreien, aber einer der Macker
hielt mir den Mund zu, so daß ich nur wimmern konnte. Ich hatte ein Gefühl im
Bauch, als ob ich einen Tiefschlag erlitten hätte. Wieder das Lächeln. Jetzt
kam mein linkes Ei dran. Verzweiflung stieg in mir hoch. Meine Gedanken: "Die
machen dir die Eier kaputt, bevor sie dich kastrieren." Der Masseur suchte
offenbar eine geeignete Ansatzstelle, setzte an und drückte ab. Wieder die
Woge des Schmerzes, mir wurde die Luft knapp. Keine Gnade. Angelächelt,
angesetzt und abgedrückt: Die vierte Nadel war drin. Sie ließen mich los. Ein
letztes Mal wurde gelächelt und ich war allein mit meinem Schmerz, der
allerdings langsam abebbte und einem leichten Pochen in den Hoden wich.
Weglaufen konnte ich nicht, denn meine Füße waren immer noch angegurtet.
Nach ein paar Minuten erschien Jan und sah sich die Sache genau an. "Sieht gut
aus, wird dir sicher gefallen, was jetzt kommt." – "Was kommt denn jetzt und
was sollen die Nadeln in meinen Eiern und warum hat der Typ so gegrinst?" –
"Du fragst zuviel, aber ich will mal nicht so sein: Der 'Typ' heißt Rudi und
ist ein gutmütiger Kerl. Er hat nur keine Zunge mehr und kann nicht mehr
sprechen. Sei froh, daß ER die Nadeln gesetzt hat, er findet immer die
richtige Stelle und dann muß es nicht wiederholt werden. Du wirst jetzt
zwangsentsamt und kommst heute garantiert auf 24 Gramm. Jan machte mich los,
damit ich aufstehen konnte. Als meine Eier an meinen Oberschenkel leicht
anstießen, trat sofort wieder der innere Schmerz auf. Ich war also ganz
vorsichtig.
12\. Kapitel
Wir gingen in dem Raum nur ein paar Schritte weiter und betraten eine Kabine
mit Türe. Mein Schwanz war nur noch halb steif und meine Eier fühlten sich
schwer an, sie waren mittlerweile richtig dunkel rot wegen der Abbindung. Ich
ging etwas breitbeinig, weil ich vermeiden wollte, daß die Nadeln in meinen
Eiern angestoßen wurden.
In der Kabine stand ein Gerät, ähnlich wie in Spielhallen: halbhoher Unterbau
und darauf ein Gehäuse mit schräg liegendem Bildschirm innen. Der Unterbau war
allerdings vorne gepolstert, genau, wie die Melkmaschinen und hatte auch ein
Loch, in welches man offensichtlich seinen Schwanz zu stecken hatte. Auch
hingen einige Kabel herunter. Jan ergriff eines der Kabel mit vier kleinen,
verschiedenfarbigen Klemmen am Ende und klemmte diese an den Nadeln, die aus
meinen Eiern raus ragten an. Er achtete genau auf die Farben der Klemmen. Es
tat weh und war doch auch geil, denn der Schmerz breitete sich im Inneren der
Hoden aus, während die Ursache für den Schmerz ja die Berührung an den Nadeln
außen war. Es fehlte gewissermaßen der Zusammenhang zwischen dem Ort des
Schmerzes und dem Ort der Ursache. Nachdem meine Eier verkabelt waren, mußte
ich meinen Schwanz in das Schwanzloch der Maschine stecken, Jan justierte noch
die richtige Höhe, schloß einen Haltebügel um mein Hinterteil, damit ich nicht
ausweichen hätte können und stellte an einer bereit liegenden Fernbedienung
alle weiteren Abläufe ein. "So, jetzt viel Spaß!" Er ließ mich alleine.
Auf dem Bildschirm begann ein Porno, zugleich saugte die Maschine meinen
Schwanz an und dichtete den Schwanzansatz ab. Es war wie bei der Melkmaschine.
Der Porno zeigte einen ziemlich jungen Mann, wie er mit gespreizten
Oberschenkeln vor blauem Hintergrund auf der Vorderkante eines Stuhles saß und
wichste. Die Entsamungsmaschine kam in Gang und ich spürte, meinen Schwanz
hart werden. Der Schwanz des Typen auf dem Bildschirm stand mittlerweile auch.
In Nahaufnahme war zu sehen, wie er wichste, immer mit der Vorhaut über den
Eichelkranz. Die Maschine reizte mich an der gleichen Stelle, während sie in
Nähe meiner Schwanzwurzel pulsierenden Druck abgab. Plötzlich begann es in
meinem linken Ei zu pochen, etwa jede Sekunde ein Stoß. Langsam nahm die
Intensität zu, um aber rechtzeitig wieder abzuklingen, bevor es unangenehm
wurde. Der Typ im Video bearbeitete gerade seine Eier, auch in Großaufnahme.
Ich konnte sogar die Venen in der Sackhaut erkennen. Im linken Ei spürte ich
nichts mehr, dafür im rechten genau dieses Pochen. Es wurde stärker und
stärker, die Maschine legte ebenfalls an Tempo zu. Ebenso der Videotyp, er
wichste jetzt mit ungleicher Geschwindigkeit seinen Schwanz in voller Länge:
langsam abwärts und ruckartig aufwärts. In meinem linken Ei breitete sich ein
Kribbeln aus, während das Pochen im rechten Ei konstant stark blieb. Das
Kribbeln nahm zu und ab und zu und ab, wobei es mir allmählich so vorkam, als
ob die Abnahme immer geringer ausfiel und auch das Pochen im rechten Ei wurde
stärker. Alle meine Nerven waren unter Spannung: Mein Schwanz wurde hart
gewichst, meine Hoden unter Strom und vor Augen einen geilen Prügel, wie er
gewichst wurde. Ich drückte meinen Unterleib gegen die Maschine, ich wollte
endlich kommen, das Pochen erreichte die Schmerzgrenze, die Intensität der
Wellen des Kribbelns im linken Ei nahm immer weiter zu. Erlösung! Mein
Videopartner schoß seine erste Fontäne ab und danach noch zwei weitere. Ich
war nicht mehr Herr meiner selbst, meine Geschlechtsteile waren von mir
abgekoppelt und spritzten und spritzten in die Maschine. Mein Herz raste, ich
keuchte und auf dem Bildschirm waren Farbspiele. Die Maschine stand still, in
meinen Eiern herrschte Ruhe und auf dem Bildschirm aufgehende Sterne, im
Größer-werden die Farben wechselnd.
War das geil? Ich war mir nicht sicher. Es kam mir so vor, als ob ich fremd
gesteuert worden wäre und mein Schwanz nicht mir, sondern der Maschine gefolgt
wäre. Wie war das Wort? "Zwangsentsamung", ja das war's. Ich wollte eigentlich
gar nicht mehr, aber mein Schwanz und meine Eier wurden von außen gezwungen.
Die Maschine meldete sich wieder, indem sie den Unterdruck verstärkte und
meinen Schwanz wieder fest einsog. Ich fühlte, wie mein Blut in ihm pochte.
Waren das wirklich mein Blut und mein Schwanz? Oder hatte sich ein Teil von
mir verselbständigt? Meine Reflexionen wurden jäh unterbrochen: Ein
Stromschlag riß mich hoch. Ich rang nach Atem. Zack, schon wieder! Auf dem
Bildschirm erschien die Ansicht eines steifen Schwanzes mit einem Metalldraht
um die Eichelfurche und Nadeln in den Eiern, so wie ich es hatte. Daran waren
Kabel angeschlossen, die zu einem kleinen Gerät führten. Zack, der nächste
Stromstoß. Der Schwanz auf dem Bildschirm zuckte. Zack, der nächste und wieder
auf dem Bildschirm die Wirkung. Meine Eier begannen zu schmerzen und dieser
Schmerz breitete sich hoch bis zwischen meine Beine aus. Die Stromstöße kamen
gnadenlos. Mir blieb jedesmal der Atem weg. Ich spürte einen derben Druck, wie
wenn mir jemand mit dem Schuh hinter die Hoden getreten haben würde. Der
Haltebügel hinderte mich an der Flucht. Meinem Bildschirmgegenüber trat schon
der Geilsaft aus und immer wieder zuckte sein Schwanz, wenn auch mich ein
Stromstoß durchschoß. Die Stromstöße wurden schwächer und machten einem
Dauerstromfluß Platz: Meine Hoden standen unter Dauerstrom, der über meine
Eichelfurche wieder abfloß. Die Maschine setzte an, meinen Schwanz wieder zu
melken. Auf dem Bildschirm wurde der Schwanz unterhalb der Eichelelektrode
gewichst. Plötzlich hörte der Strom in meinem rechten Ei auf, dafür nahm er im
linken dramatisch zu. Die Maschine intensivierte ihre Melkbewegungen sowohl,
was den Druck anging, als auch die Geschwindigkeit. Plötzlich in meinem
rechten Hoden ein Pulsieren, anders als vorhin, mehr so wie "dadadat ---
dadadat --- dadadat". Es war brutal. Der Strom blieb konstant, aber der
intermittierende Dreifachpuls nahm immer mehr zu. Ich wußte nur, der einzige
Ausweg war zu spritzen. Aus dem Schwanz auf dem Bildschirm floß es einfach nur
raus, da spritzte nichts, floß einfach nur, wie es schien, ohne enden zu
wollen. In meinem Kopf: "Lass' es fließen, damit der Schmerz aufhört." Der
Dauerstrom hörte auch tatsächlich auf doch in meinem anderen Ei setzte dafür
der Dreifachpuls ein. Ich hatte das Gefühl, daß mein Ei richtig hüpfte, denn
der Puls setzte in der vollen Höhe an und das Ei war daran noch nicht gewöhnt.
In mir stieg die Panik hoch: "Spritzen, spritzen, damit endlich das alles
aufhört." Der Bildschirmschwanz zuckte mittlerweile ein wenig und stieß dabei
immer wieder Saft in kleinen Stößen aus. Mir kam's-, endlich! Da war aber kein
Pumpen, wie sonst, sondern ich spürte nur, wie sich in meinem Inneren einfach
die Schleusen öffneten und alles, was da war raus lief. Ich lief leer. Die
Maschine stand still. Der Dreifachpuls war weg. Ich war alle! Auf dem
Bildschirm eine Wiese mit weidenden Kühen.
<Fortsetzung folgt. Eure Meinung ist mir wichtig>
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Soldier | two women cut up Yankee soldier marauding in their neighborhood, keep some parts dispose of others | When my father died, I inherited the home place in Mocksville, near
Winston Salem, North Carolina. It was a nice two story frame house
built in the late 1840s by my great great grandfather, Asa Davis.
I work in Winston at the newspaper so my wife Mary and I decided to
restore the old house and make it our home. We did a lot of the
work ourselves, refinishing the floors, stripping wallpaper,
tearing out, but we hired professionals to do the plumbing, wiring
and cabinet work in the kitchen and bathrooms.
The house was in fairly good condition when I got it, but
it hadn't been updated in about sixty years. It was filled with
family furniture and the attic was chocked full of stuff. Before
we could begin work we had to clear all that out and put it in
storage. We had fun going through all the stuff. I didn't want to
throw out a thing, my wife Mary, however, wanted to have a giant
yard sale. One day when we were cleaning out the attic I had just
finished hauling out some old trunks filled with women's clothes
from the late nineteenth century. I noticed a board wall that
closed off part of the attic over the rear portion of the house.
We needed to access all of the attic because we were going to blow
in insulation and do some wiring. I took a crow bar and pried off
one of the boards, then shined a flashlight in the space and could
easily see the rafters over the rear ell which looked n good shape,
when I shined it down I saw the space had flooring just like the
rest of the attic, which was strange because it was completely
blocked off from the rest of the attic. Then the light shone on a
small wooden trunk with leather straps across it and a big iron
lock. I thought it was strange that a trunk would be hidden behind
a board wall, but I was naturally curious, so I took the rest of
the boards off and saw that they had been added after the attic
flooring was laid. The flooring over the rear ell was an extension
of the rest of the attic flooring, someone had walled off that part
of the attic for a reason.
With the boards out of the way, I dragged the small trunk out of
the space and took it downstairs with the other trunks I hauled out
of the attic. I would worry about what was in it later. We stored
all the trunks and stuff from the attic in a barn out back.
Months later as we were finishing up the restoration, at Mary's
urging we used our spare time to go through the stuff we found in
the attic and the house and decide what to keep, what needed to
refinished or repaired, and we what could we get rid of. Mary
pulled out the little trunk I had found behind the wall in the
attic. It was locked and I had no idea which key, of the many I
had found in drawers and jars in the house, would unlock it. Mary
tried as many of the keys as she could locate to no avail. Finally
I took a crowbar to it and forced open the iron lock.
Inside were bundles of letters tied with silk ribbons. There was
also a black crocheted purse with a leather bottom, a black
Japanned box about twelve inches long, and three inches wide, and
two inches deep which was locked, and a string of U.S.A. Civil war
buttons on a pink ribbon with a key at the end of it. I shook the
box. It sounded like a roll of paper, cardboard or leather was
inside that rolled from side to side as I held it in my hands.
Was it money, or old deeds?
Mary picked up one of the bundles of letters and saw the date 1862
on a postal stamp. She opened a letter and saw it was from my
great-great grandfather writing home during the Civil War, he was a
Captain in the Confederate Army. There were also letters from his
son Henry who was killed in Virginia, ambushed by Yankees who shot
him in cold blood. My great grand father, Asa’s, letters were
there, he was an infantry man who enlisted late in the war when he
was seventeen. There were other letters, but the majority of them
were from the Civil War period. It was a treasure trove. I
couldn't believe it.
When we pulled all of the letters out of the trunk I could see it
was lined with the same wallpaper the downstairs living room was
papered with, a paper that dated from the 1880s.
The trunk did not seem to be deep enough, Mary noticed it first, it
was like there was a false bottom in it. I examined it and could
find no solution, then I took my pocket knife out and scratched
around a square outline at the bottom of the trunk that looked like
it could have been a lower compartment. When I did this the
compartment came free and I lifted it out. It had been papered
over when the wallpaper from the living room was glued in the
trunk. I think the trunk dated from the time of the Civil War or
earlier.
I lifted the square compartment, about twenty inches square and
about four inches deep out of the trunk, peeled back the wallpaper
and lifted off the top. Inside I found a worn document that was
made from pieces of stationery sewn together with a hand made cloth
binding, about two inches thick; it was a home made diary.
The diary was written by a great aunt who lived at the farm during
the Civil War. Mary started to read the letters from my great-
great grandfather, I read the diary.
My great great grandfather Edward Davis was a captain in the local
militia and left for the war in 1862 when he was in his thirties.
His wife had died some time earlier leaving my great grandfather
Asa, his brother Henry and two daughters, Minnie and Francis.
Henry joined the army when he was eighteen in 1862. He was killed
in Virginia in cold blood by marauding Yankees. He and a friend
had left their camp to get water. They didn't have their weapons
with them. Two Yankees robbed them, told them to lay on the ground
and shot them in the back of the head. My great grandfather joined
the army in 1864 when he was seventeen, leaving Minnie and Francis
by themselves on the farm. They had a few slaves, but not many,
the slaves worked the fields, the girls took care of the house.
Minnie and Francis never married and lived in the house until they
died in the 1920s. Then my grandfather inherited it since he was
an only child and both his parents had died during the influenza
epidemic during World War I. My grandfather had moved to Winston
Salem where he started a small tobacco company which was later
bought by Reynolds. This gave our family some money. He kept the
home place in Mocksville, let tenant farmers run the farm and he
used the house as A weekend retreat. When he died my father
inherited it and he rented the land and the house to tenant
farmers. When he retired he and Mom moved to the old house and
started to work on it. He died of a heart attack before he could
finish the work, Mom moved back to Winston so the house sat empty
for several years. I remember coming out to the farm when I was a
teenager and riding my motorcycle through the woods. I loved it
and had always wanted to move there one day and restore the old
house.
The diary was written by Frances Davis and started in the 1850s
before the War. She was 21 in 1861 when the War began. Mary and I
took the letters and diary with us back to Winston. It was hard to
put them down, they were so interesting.
The diary detailed the hardships of living during the time
of war, how it became more and more difficult to buy even the most
basic goods, and how money became worthless. Frances worried about
her father and her brothers. She wag very bitter about Henry's
death. She said he was murdered and hated the Yankees for it. She
tried to talk Asa out of enlisting, but to no avail. By early 1865
all but one of their slaves had run off, so the women were doing
all the house and the farm work by themselves. Then came the
entries from March, April, and May 1865.
March 31,1865:
“It is a glorious Spring, but it is difficult to enjoy it
with so much darkness around us. Each day brings more rumors.
Minnie and I had heard the Yankees were coming east from over the
mountains. Then we heard they were headed towards Mocksville on
their way to Salisbury. The town is gripped with fear. Everyone
is hiding what they have, and moving their livestock to the woods.
We have no idea when the Yankees will come through, but we know
they are coming. They are headed to Salisbury to burn the Prison
and cut the main line of the railroad. God help those souls in
Salisbury when the Yankees get there and exact revenge for all the
prisoners who died there this winter. I have heard the death toll
was terrible. But no worse than that at Yankee prisons. What do
they expect when their secretary of war stops exchanging
prisoners! We don't have the food to feed them all. I am sure
they did the best they could in Salisbury. But that will make no
difference to the Yankees. They are dogs, all of them. I know
they will want to burn the town and kill everyone in it. After
hearing about the wanton destruction and senseless killing in
Columbia and Atlanta, no telling what they will do here. When will
this terrible war be over and Pa and Asa come home again.
Our last slave left today, old Sam, who had worked in the field
beside Pappa since he was a boy. I couldn't believe he left, but
he did, just like the others. Minnie and I decided to bury the
silver in old shoes in the garden. We took Pappa’s portrait out of
the frame and I rolled it up and put it in a canister that I hid in
a hollow tree in the woods. I also took the cow and the horse into
the woods, to hide them. All we can do is pray."
April 30,1865:
"What an awful month, so much has happened, the Yankees came and we
have killed one of them. He was a Yankee scout or marauder. He
came through April 4, a few days before the others, and was alone.
That morning Minnie was in the smoke house taking down what was
left of the hams to hide them in the woods, after Sam took the best
ones. I was in the kitchen gathering some canned goods in a wooden
box to hide them. Then the Yankee came in the kitchen door, with
his pistol drawn. He wore a blue uniform, had black hair and a
thick black mustache. He was not a big man, but was short and
wiry, looked to be in his late twenties. He asked where our gold
was. I told him we didn't have any gold. Then he asked for
silver. I told him we didn't have any of that either, but he
didn't believe me, so he went into the dining room and started to
open drawers, pulling them out and letting them crash to the floor,
making a big mess. When he didn't find anything there, he walked
into the parlor and proceeded to ransack that room, pulling all the
drawers out onto the floor, looking for gold or money or silver.
From there he walked into Pa’s room, I followed him every step of
the way, watching him. After he pulled out the drawers in Pa’s
room and found nothing, he turned with his gun pointing directly at
me.
"Take your clothes off," he said.
I refused.
He then proceeded to tear my blouse off and pulled my dress down
over my pantaloons. He threw me onto Pa’s bed and pulled his pants
down. He would have raped me except for sister, Minnie, who
slipped into the room while he was occupied. She shot him in the
temple with Pa’s pistol as he lay on top of me with his pants down
around his ankles.
We knew where there was one Yankee there was bound to be others
close behind. We didn't know what to do with the body. Surely the
Yankees would kill us if they found we had killed one of their
fellows. I thought of burying him in the garden, but sister said
what if they poke around the garden and dig up his body. It was
then that we decided on our plan.
It pains me to even tell the rest, but here it is. We decided to
butcher him like a hog. We didn’t know what else to do with the
body. Old Sam had just butchered a hog outside. He did it so he
could steal the meat and run away, but all his tools were still
there on the butchering table outside the kitchen, beside the hog
pen, near the garden.
Minnie and I each grabbed one leg and drug the dead Yankee
outside. I wrapped his blue coat around his head so he wouldn't
bleed all over the house. Once outside we hauled the body up on
the slaughtering table. We pulled his clothes off and burned them
in a fire we started under the old iron kettle. Minnie then got
the meat cleaver and the butcher knives. The table was already
bloody from the hog slaughter. Minnie put water from the well in
the iron kettle and put more wood under it.
The soldier looked pale as ivory as he lay there naked on the
table. Only his face, neck and hands were tan from the sun. He
didn’t look as menacing as he had looked before, laying there in
his altogether. His private part stood at attention like a little
soldier, just as stiff as when he tried to force it inside me on
Pappa’s bed. After making slits at the arm pits and the groin to
help drain the blood, Minnie cut his head off with a meat cleaver
and put it on a stump. She said she didn't like him staring at her
while she worked. Then she cut the hands and feet off and threw
them in the kettle where the water was boiling. She took a butcher
knife and cut him open from crotch to sternum, then reached in and
started pulling out his insides, scraping em out with a knife. I
picked up the bloody mess as she pulled it out and put it on a
another table nearby. She told me to chop it up in little pieces
with a butcher knife which I did. Then I put it into the big stew
pot. When I finished, I threw the contents of the stew pot into
the hog pen and called the hogs. They promptly devoured it as they
would any other slop.
Minnie then used the cleaver to remove the arms and put them on the
other table where I worked using a cleaver to separate the upper
from the lower arms. She then cut out the sternum and cut the ribs
away from the spine and shoulder bones and divided them into two
slabs, stripping the skin off of them and put them on the other
table. She cut out the heart and lungs and put them on my table
where I again cut them up and put them in the stew pot for the
hogs. She then separated the flank meat from the pelvis, divided
it into to pieces, stripped the skin off and laid them aside. She
told me to wash the flanks and ribs and salt them down, then hang
them in the smoke house.
"This is my present to the Yankees. When they come through and
clean out our smoke house, they'll get a surprise.” All butchered
up you couldn't tell the ribs and flanks weren't from a hog or a
cow.
She then chopped up the shoulder bones, clavicle and spine and
threw them into the boiling kettle.
Only the lower part of the body was left to deal with. His private
part still stood at attention looking odd with only half a body. I
decided I wanted it. After what he had tried to do to me in Pa’s
bedroom, I figured I deserved it, earned it. I told sister and she
had no objection as long I hid it well. I stirred two tablespoons
of alum into a big pickle jar that I had filled with warm water,
until it dissolved. Then I took a kitchen knife and neatly cut out
the scrotum. I had an idea about what to use that for later. I
put the wrinkled patch of skin in the alum water, then I cut out
the testicles, washed them, and put them in a jar filled with
vinegar and pickled pigs feet that we kept in the kitchen. I could
see the root of the penis clearly, glistening white behind where
the scrotum had been. I wanted all of it, so I cut the tendon that
connected it to the public bone, and cut out the whole thing, root
and all. It was still stiff and considerably longer that way. At
the end of it the root started to divide into two parts. After I
removed it, I washed it real good, then put the whole thing in the
alum water with the scrotum skin in the pickle jar to soak.
Sister and I used the meat cleaver to cut the hams above the knee,
then cut them away from the pelvic bone. We cut the rump meat away
from the pelvis, divided the pelvis and threw it into the boiling
pot, putting the rump meat aside for the moment. We separated the
knees from the lower legs and threw them into the boiling pot, then
we put the rump meat and lower legs on the table with the arm
pieces.
Minnie stripped the hams of skin, soaked and salted them just like
Sam did, then hung them up in the smoke house beside the ribs and
flanks. We then steaked the arms and calves with the cleaver,
wrapped the pieces in cheese cloth and put them in a wooden barrel
filled with salt water brine in the smoke house. The rump meat we
washed and rolled up into a nice roast, tied it with a string,
salted it, wrapped it in cheese cloth, and put it in the smoke
house.
Minnie picked the head up off the ground by the hair and put it on
the table. She then opened the mouth and pulled out the tongue as
far she could, and cut it off at the root. She put this in the jar
in the kitchen with the pig’s feet and testicles. She said she
didn't want no ghosts talking to her in the night. I then dug a
deep hole in the garden and put the head in it. Minnie put a big
rock on top of it and we covered it with dirt. After the water had
boiled for some time in the kettle we put the fire out and poured
out its contents into a stew pot. I fed the meat to the hogs and
we piled the bones on the table. We took the cleaver to the bones
and cut them up into splinters, put them in a pan, and scattered
them there under the boxwoods in the front of the house.
After we were finished we washed the blood off the table. I
gathered the brass buttons from his uniform out of the embers in
the fire, put them in my pocket and took them inside. Inside we
cleaned up the mess in the bedroom and burned the sheets and covers
from Pappa's bed.
After soaking his privates in the pickle jar filled with alum water
for a few days I took the penis and hung it up to dry in the attic
among the hydrangea and other dried flowers, being sure it was hid
real good.
I then took the scrotum skin and scrubbed it good with lye soap and
put it in a jar with a mixture of lime and arsenic sulphide. I
decided to make myself a purse tanning it like kid leather. After
letting it sit in the lime solution for a few days I mixed up a
paste of alum, salt, flour, egg yolks, and a little vegetable oil,
then took a mortar and pounded the skin in the paste for a while,
washed it and pinned it to a board to let it dry. When it dried I
scraped it with the blade of a knife several times to smooth it out
and de-hair it. I then wet it again and stretched it out, pinned
to a board. I worked it good with the mortar, soaked and stretched
it a few more times until it became soft and leathery. Then I
crocheted a top to it, the skin being the bottom of the bag, and I
dyed the whole thing black.
Sure enough the morning of April 10, our farm was overrun by a
whole army of Yankees. At least they had the good sense to wait
several days after their first companion came through. They took
the hogs and what livestock we had left, and cleaned out the smoke
house and the kitchen. I saw one of them carry off the jar with
the pickled pigs feet in it, sit under a tree and eat it all in one
sitting. They told us they were looking for one of their scouts
who had been through earlier and asked if we had seen him. We
said, no, of course. One of the soldiers poked around the garden,
which was freshly dug, probing into the soft dirt with a iron rod.
He ran into a rock or two but nothing suspicious. That night they
camped not far from our place and feasted on the meat they had
taken from our smokehouse and those of our neighbors.
Sister and I swore we would never tell anybody about our Yankee
soldier, not even Pa and Brother if they ever returned home from
the war. It was our own little secret.
May 12,1865
The war is over, Lee surrendered, Pa and brother will be returning
to us soon we hope and pray. I keep my diary in the secret
compartment of the chest under my bed. I took down my little
soldier from the attic, where it dried nicely and put it in a
Japanned box along with his brass buttons. I keep my little
soldier under lock and key in the trunk, taking him out for my
amusement from time to time to remind me of that day in April when
my sister and I reduced a man to his component parts, keeping what
was essential, and throwing out the rest. People admire my new
black crochet bag with the leather bottom. The only problem was
that the bottom didn't keep its shape very well and tended to
shrivel up from time to time with use, so I sewed a round piece of
cardboard into it and now it keeps its shape nicely.
The diary continued into the 1880s when it stopped. Minnie
and Francis continued to live in the house until the 1920s. We
couldn't find any other diaries.
I looked at the crochet bag with a new respect and was not sure I
really wanted to see the contents of the japanned box.
End |
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Bryan's Story, Part 4 | GAY, PENECTOMY | Bryan wakes to start his new life. | ` `
Bryan 04
Metamorphosis
Pain – unremitting, unyielding, dull, and throbbing pain brought Bryan to full
wakefulness the next morning. It had begun by creeping into his dreams,
disrupting them and eventually shattering them. The pain grew and swelled
until Bryan’s sleeping mind could no longer deal with it. Synapses fired
shifting his brain from sleeping to waking mode. Outside his suite, the sky
was still dark – dawn hadn’t started breaking yet. Awake, the pain was more
intense. It wasn’t the kind of pain that made Bryan want to scream
hysterically, and for that he was grateful. But, the pain was enough to make
movement uncomfortable.
He must have made more noise than he thought, because the nurse was by his
side instantly. Bryan figured the pain was evident on his face because the
nurse, a young Latino, immediately produced two pills for Bryan to swallow. He
began stroking Bryan’s hair and face gingerly, soothing him in barely accented
English.
“I know – it’s uncomfortable this morning, isn’t it?” He asked, his voice soft
and gentle. “Those pills should take the edge off the pain for you in just a
little while.” The young man poured some ice water into a plastic cup and held
it to Bryan’s lips so he could wash down the small pills. Setting the cup
down, the nurse remained at the bedside stroking Bryan’s hair comfortingly.
“Just try to relax, Jorge is here to take care of you.”
It didn’t take long before the pain began to recede to a tolerable level,
Bryan wasn’t sure if it was from the effects of the pain killers or Jorge’s
gentle ministrations. He felt his eyes growing heavy again and soon found
himself drifting back into an undisturbed slumber.
Bryan opened his eyes again and found the sunlight streaming in through the
sliding glass doors leading to the deck outside his suite. He realized he’d
slept for a couple of hours. His groin ached, but the pain that had awakened
him earlier hadn’t returned. He had just managed to pour himself a glass of
water when Jorge peeked into the room. Seeing Bryan wide awake, the young
nurse came into the room.
“Feeling better, now?” Jorge asked.
“Much better, thanks,” Bryan answered. In the light of morning, Bryan was able
to clearly see Jorge for the first time. Jorge surpassed the beauty standards
Bryan imagined the resort must have for their employees. His tan skin was
smooth and flawless. Jorge’s large, compassionate brown eyes were enough to
make Bryan feel better. His jet black hair was cut in very casual Caesar style
that he wore in a stylist rumpled manner.
“Hungry?” Jorge asked. He smiled broadly at Bryan’s nod, revealing large,
white teeth. “Great, I’ll get breakfast sent up right after I give you your
bath.”
“You don’t have to do that,” Bryan protested, feeling a little embarrassed.
“Ah – no arguments from you this morning,” Jorge grinned. “Take advantage of
the pampering you get today. Tomorrow, I’m going to make you get out of bed
and walk to the bathroom to wash yourself.” He ignored all of Bryan’s
assurances that he felt able to wash himself and disappeared into the bathroom
with a large plastic basin. He returned in a few minutes with the basin filled
with steaming water.
Raising the bed, Jorge helped Bryan out of the open backed gown and then
soaked a washcloth in the water. Bryan felt like he was a little boy again as
Jorge gently scrubbed his face with the soapy washcloth. The young nurse was
thorough – he methodically washed every part of Bryan’s exposed skin. He even
ran the damp washcloth over Bryan’s hair before carefully combing it. He even
lathered Bryan’s face and shaved the small amount of stubble from his chin. At
last, Jorge was satisfied that his patient was clean and looked his best. Only
then did he order breakfast to be sent up to the suite.
For his part, Bryan wasn’t sure whether to be embarrassed over being bathed by
Jorge, or liking the experience. There was something appealing about being
pampered so extremely. He decided to follow Jorge’s advice and enjoy the
pampering – he just hoped the cute male nurse didn’t intend to spoon feed him
as a part of the pampering.
The breakfast tray was just being removed when Sam appeared. He conferred with
Jorge for a few moments before taking Bryan’s vital signs. Then, donning latex
gloves, Sam had Jorge lift up Bryan’s hospital gown while he changed the
dressings. Bryan caught a quick glimpse of thick surgical dressings stained
red. Sam must have noticed the expression of shock that flashed across Bryan’s
face at seeing the old bandages.
“No fears,” Sam said, soothingly. “That wasn’t blood on the bandages – well,
to be honest a very little bit of it was. But, most of what looked like
bloodstains was just antiseptic.” He produced a small tube of antiseptic gel
from his bag, generously applying it around the incision before placing new
bandages in place. “Jorge tells me you had a little bit of a hard night.
That’s to be expected for the next day or so – but, it will pass.” He finished
up and snapped off his gloves as Jorge lowered the gown.
“Well, I don’t know what to tell you,” Sam said, cheerfully. “Everything looks
spot on. But, now comes the part you’re probably going to really hate.”
Bryan braced himself for terrible news – maybe something had gone wrong during
the surgery and now, they’d have to complete the castration by removing his
testicles.
“Hey – don’t look so scared,” Sam chided. “It’s not that bad – but it is going
to be uncomfortable.” He lowered the rail on the side of the bed. “I want you
to get up out of bed now.”
“I don’t know if I’m ready for that,” Bryan protested.
“It’s going to be painful,” Sam admitted. “But, it’s really for the best – you
don’t want to get too stiff from staying in bed for days on end. C’mon, I’ll
help you get out of the bed – then, we’re going to walk into the living room
and you can sit in there for a little while.”
That didn’t sound too bad to Bryan. He figured it would only hurt a little bit
as he shifted his body on the bed, and then he’d just have a short walk into
the living room. Swallowing hard, he tried to swing his legs over the edge of
the bed. As soon as he did, a stabbing pain shot through his groin and brought
tears to his eyes. Bryan’s face drained of color as he shook his head and
tried to lay back. Sam refused to let him quit and urged him to try again,
helping Bryan swing his legs out of the bed in one smooth motion.
Sam had Bryan sit on the edge of the bed and catch his breath while he
unhooked the collection bag from the side of the bed. Using surgical tape, Sam
taped the bag to Bryan’s calf. Then, Sam held out his hand and helped Bryan
stand up. The bandages between his legs forced Bryan to stand with his legs
spread wider apart then he was used to doing.
“Okay!” Sam cheered him on. “You’ve gotten past the hard part – see, I said
you could do it.” He stepped back, his hand still out for Bryan to grab if he
felt the need.
Bryan wasn’t about to deny that he was experiencing pain, but it wasn’t nearly
as bad as he had thought it would be. His legs felt a little wobbly, but he
didn’t see any problem with walking into the living room. His first step
changed his mind fast. He found he couldn’t take normal steps and was forced
to shuffle like a little old man into the living room of the suite. Jorge was
standing next to a well-stuffed arm chair. He smiled encouragingly at Bryan as
he approached the chair with shuffling baby steps. To Bryan, the short walk
from one room to another felt like it took hours. Every step brought fresh
aches from his groin. He sighed in relief as he sank into the chair.
Sam sank to one knee by the side of the chair, patting Bryan’s hand, “I won’t
lie to you – it’s going to be painful to walk around today. Part of that is
from the incision, and some of the discomfort you’re feeling is from the
surgical tape pulling as you walk.”
“Walk around?” Bryan wasn’t sure he liked the sound of that.
“Later on you’re going to take a walk around the room with Jorge,” Sam said,
matter-of-factly. “And, before you get to return to bed, you’re going to walk
out to the deck and back.” Bryan began shaking his head, he didn’t know if all
that was possible yet. “I know, right now you think that is a bit much for
you. It’s not, believe me.”
“I’m not so sure about that,” Bryan panted.
“You can do it,” Sam assured him. “By this afternoon, you won’t be walking so
stiffly. If we let you just stay in bed for the next couple of days, you’d
really be stiff and in some serious pain.”
“I’m in pain now,” Bryan said, trying to summon up a little grin.
“I know it aches,” Sam agreed. “But, you need to help yourself by working the
stiffness out. I promise you, you’ll feel much better for the little walks.
And, if the pain gets too bad, Jorge has your pain meds. And, if they don’t
work, I’ll be right away with an injection that will relieve your pain.”
“Okay,” Bryan nodded in agreement. “I’ll do my best.” He finally managed a
real smile. “Besides, I don’t think I have a whole lot of choice.”
“None at all,” Jorge laughed. “If you refuse, I’ll get mean and pinch your
cute bottom all the way across the room.”
“I thought the idea was to make me walk,” Bryan shot back, without thinking.
“That almost sounds like a reward for not walking.”
“Okay, if you be good and walk when you’re supposed to, I’ll pinch your butt,”
Jorge teased. Suddenly, he burst out laughing as Bryan realized what he’d said
and blushed furiously. Bryan couldn’t believe he’d said that – he was never
that openly flirtatious back at home. Sam left after promising to drop in and
check on Bryan’s progress later in the afternoon. With the television on,
Bryan decided to just relax in the chair until either Jorge or Sam forced him
to get up and endure the torture of trying to walk around again. He was
halfway through watching a disaster movie that had George Clooney leading his
fishing boat crew through a giant hurricane when he suddenly found himself
forced to abandon his resolution of not getting out of the chair until Jorge
forced him to do so.
It started with a slight rumble in his stomach, then it rumbled again. Bryan
became aware of a growing pressure in his abdomen and within minutes realized
that unless he wanted to soil himself, he had no choice but to get up and try
to make his way to the bathroom. Jorge was busy in the bedroom changing the
sheets, so Bryan decided to try to get up himself. His first attempt to just
rise up from the chair sent pangs down his legs and into his belly. Calming
himself, Bryan eased himself to the edge of the chair and shifted his feet
until they were under him. Taking a deep breath, Bryan used his arms to lever
himself up. To his surprise, he didn’t experience another jolt of pain. His
stomach rumbled again and he felt the pressure building rapidly.
Another deep breath and Bryan turned towards the bedroom door. His first step
was tentative, and relatively pain free. Grinning to himself, he tried another
step and experienced the same results. He felt stiff and certainly wasn’t
going to set any speed records, but moving around wasn’t quite as bad as it
had been earlier. He had just made it to the bedroom door when Jorge hurried
to his side. Bryan gave a quick, embarrassed explanation and continued moving
towards the bathroom. Jorge’s offer of a bed pan was immediately rejected.
Jorge stayed about half a step behind Bryan as he slowly made his way towards
the bathroom. Reaching the toilet, Bryan was glad for the first time that the
gown he was wearing had an open back. Jorge retreated symbolically to the
bathroom door, reminding Bryan not to push or strain as he relieved himself.
Panting from the pressure and exertion of making it to the bathroom, Bryan
nodded his head to show he understood. The pressure in his gut made his lower
abdomen ache, tempting Bryan to push just a little bit. Then, his sphincter
relaxed and Bryan gave a little gasp of relief. His bowels emptied in a rush.
The pressure in his gut disappeared, leaving him feeling much better than he
had earlier. Bryan found the walk back to the living room was easier than the
earlier attempts at walking had been. Sam had been right – the more he walked,
the less stiff he felt.
When Sam returned later that afternoon, he found Bryan wearing pajamas as he
relaxed on the deck. Jorge had been replaced at noon by an efficient, but not
overly friendly, female nurse. Bryan admitted to Sam that he was still feeling
some pain – especially when getting up from a sitting position, but it wasn’t
a stabbing or unremitting pain anymore. Sam said that was just one more good
sign that everything was moving along nicely as far as Bryan’s recovery was
concerned. He helped Bryan up from the deck chair and followed him into the
bedroom. He mentally noted that although Bryan was walking gingerly, he wasn’t
as bent over and stiff as he had been that morning.
Once Sam had Bryan back in bed, he removed the young man’s pajama bottoms and
removed the bandages. Sam was glad to see very little signs of swelling. Of
course, Bryan had been receiving anti-inflammatory medications since the
surgery, but they often didn’t work as well as they seemed to in Bryan’s case.
He delicately traced a gloved finger along the incision – it was a nicely
scabbed and a healthy red straight line about five inches long. Sam looked and
felt for any lumps that might be an early indication of developing infection
along the internal stitches. Javier had closed the skin using surgical glue to
minimize the development of a large scar along the incision line. Not finding
any lumps or hardness under the skin, Sam nodded his satisfaction. There was
some redness on either side of the incision, but that was normal.
“Want to see the new you?” Sam asked.
“Er – um, yeah, I guess so,” Bryan answered, hesitantly.
He started to raise himself up on his elbows, wincing a little as he did. Sam
used the bed controls and raised the bed into a reclined sitting position.
Bryan looked down at his groin and let out a little gasp of surprise.
Ironically, the first thing that struck him wasn’t the fact that his penis was
gone. What caught his attention first was the discoloration of his groin – it
was mottled several different shades of a yellow or orange brown. Sam
explained that the mottling was simple discoloration from the Betadyne
antiseptic that had been used to prevent infection.
Bryan was relieved to hear that the discoloration was from the antiseptic and
not bruising. Finally, he turned his attention to the place his penis used to
be – he stared in open wonder at what he saw, his mouth slightly open. A thin
red line ran from about an inch or two above where the top of his penis used
to be all the way down to where his scrotum began between his legs. He didn’t
know exactly what he had expected to see, but that narrow red line wasn’t what
he had thought he’d find.
Sam grinned, “You were expecting a criss cross line of stitches, I’ll bet.”
“I guess,” Bryan admitted. “I really didn’t know what to expect to tell you
the truth.”
Sam traced his gloved finger along the incision again, “Dr. Javier used
absorbable stitches internally – they’ll just be absorbed into your body as
the incision heals. He closed the surface incision using surgical glue.”
“Glue?”
“It’s the best thing for closing incisions,” Sam assured him. “We always try
to use surgical glue to close the surface if we can. The days of the old-
fashioned Frankenstein stitches are long gone,” Sam explained. “The glue
results in a much finer scar,” he pointed to the thin red line on Bryan’s
lower abdomen. “That’s actually wider than the final scar will be, you know.”
“You’re kidding!” Bryan stared down at the narrow incision in wonder.
“No, really,” Sam assured him. “Once the scab falls away, the scar left behind
will be narrower. Before you know it, it will be a fine white line hardly
noticeable.”
Bryan stared down at the bare groin – a corner of his brain kept telling him
that something was missing. He should be seeing his perfectly proportioned
penis slowly standing from a limp state to a full erection jutting straight
out from his lower belly. Instead, there wasn’t anything there but a very
narrow red line.
“Well, is it what you expected?” Sam asked.
“It’s better,” Bryan said, in a small voice. “I wasn’t really sure what to
expect – but I figured there would be a big line of stitches and later – after
it healed – a big scar.”
“Well, you certainly won’t have to worry about a big, ugly scar,” Sam
observed, as he examined the area around Bryan’s new urethra opening. Again,
he was satisfied that Bryan was healing nicely. It wouldn’t be long before the
catheter could be removed. “Now, you’ll need to learn some new hygiene and
toilet habits,” Sam explained. “You have to be aware that you’ll now have to
sit down to urinate from now on.”
“Yeah, I figured that,” Bryan admitted. “I never felt comfortable using
urinals, anyway.”
“Well, along with sitting down to relieve yourself,” Sam continued, “you’ll
need to wipe after each time you use the toilet. There are several brands of
moistened wipes available over the counter – they’re among the best to use to
keep the area clean.”
Bryan nodded, blushing, he hadn’t considered having to wipe himself every time
he peed. He knew he needed to be informed of the new changes, but was never
comfortable discussing his bathroom habits with anyone else. He hoped Sam
didn’t feel the need to dwell on the subject.
“Since your incision is healing so nicely,” Sam said, changing the subject to
Bryan’s relief. “I’m just going to lightly cover the incision with a surgical
pad. That will give the scab the chance to dry as it heals.” He opened a
sterile package and drew out a large gauze pad, placing it lightly over the
site of the operation. “We’ll keep these pads in place for another day or so –
more as padding than anything else,” he explained. “I think you’d find it
uncomfortable to have your clothing brushing across the incision just now.”
That made sense to Bryan – the area was still tender and a little sore. His
pajamas were loose and baggy, but he didn’t want to even imagine how
uncomfortable the incision might get if it was constantly rubbed. Sam had
finished with the bandages and was pulling off his latex gloves with a snap.
“I want you to keep walking,” Sam instructed him. “But, keep it in moderation
– don’t do too much at one time. Too much movement is just as bad as too
little – maybe worse. Let your body tell you how much you can do. It’s natural
to feel some discomfort as you move around – especially when you stand,” Sam
explained. “But, pain is a warning that you’re doing too much and need to
stop.”
“Okay,” Bryan agreed.
A week later, Bryan found himself standing in front of the full-length mirror
in the bathroom examining his reflection. The scab along his incision had
dried and flaked off leaving a straight, pink line down the middle of his
groin leading straight to his scrotum. His balls seemed unwilling to hang as
loose in his scrotum as they did before his surgery. It wasn’t that they had
contracted up into his abdomen, they just seemed as if they didn’t hand down
as loosely as before. Of course, Bryan decided, that could be because he
hadn’t been wearing any underwear while he recuperated. Bryan returned his
attention to the reflection in the mirror – there was a dark shadow of stubble
on his legs and arms. Jorge had kept his groin shaved – “to keep the surgical
tape from pulling” he had explained. Maybe that was the case, Bryan thought,
then a mischievous grin turned up the corners of his mouth. It was also
possible that Jorge just liked the way Bryan’s groin looked and felt when it
was smooth. If the truth was told, Bryan liked the way he looked shaved
smooth, too.
He turned and stepped into the shower, turning the water up as hot as he could
tolerate it. He let the water cascade over his body, feeling his muscles
relax. He waited until the shower had filled with clouds of steam and then
stepped out to get his razor and can of shaving crčme. Starting with his right
leg, Bryan massaged the white foam up and down his leg. He had barely finished
shaving his right calf when he realized he hadn’t given any thought as to
whether he should continue shaving his body or not. Bending over, he
critically examined his two legs – one calf smooth shaven, and the other
covered in dark stubble. There wasn’t any doubt in his mind at all which leg
looked better and more esthetically pleasing. Moments later, he was bent over
again shaving his legs clean. Finished with his legs, Bryan immediately went
to work shaving his underarms and arms down to the fingertips. Bryan was
humming happily to himself as he smeared the shaving crčme over his chest and
belly prior to scraping it away with the razor. Stepping from the shower,
Bryan once again marveled at how alive and sensitive his denuded skin felt as
he toweled himself dry.
Padding naked across his bedroom to the closet, Bryan had his hand on a hanger
containing a pair of his khaki slacks. Impulsively, he returned the hanger to
the rod and pulled the new shorts Simon had talked him into buying from the
shelf at the side of the closet. He selected the low cut tank top and billowy
gauze shirt to go with the shorts.
Minutes later he was staring at himself in the full-length mirror again.
Something wasn’t quite right with the image he was seeing. At first, he
couldn’t quite put his finger on what was wrong – and then he saw it. He had
unconsciously buttoned the shirt all the way up, leaving only the top button
undone. Quickly, he undid the top three buttons and reexamined his reflection
– the shirt looked better, more casual and relaxed. His hand shot up to his
hair – brushed neatly, every hair in place with a neat part, the perfect
preppy style. A few swipes with his brush fixed that – he brushed his hair
forward, leaving only the slightest hint of a part and pushed the front up and
slightly over.
The new Bryan stared back from the mirror. Examining his reflection again,
Bryan was pleased to find he really liked the new image facing him. There was
a content, satisfied upturn to the corners of his mouth he didn’t remember
being in place before. He looked more – more, something. He tried to put his
finger on it and just couldn’t at first. And, then it slowly dawned on him –
he looked more like he felt inside. Secure, confident, and relaxed is how he
looked and felt.
Wandering down to the lobby shops, Bryan had intended to find himself a new
pair of sunglasses before heading out to the beachfront café for some lunch.
Staring at the choices in the optical shop, Bryan found his gaze returning
again and again to one of the advertising posters on the wall opposite him.
The model in the ad bore an uncanny resemblance to himself – he had the same
hairstyle and facial shape. Stepping over to the poster, Bryan examined it
with the intensity of an art critic examining the work of an old master.
Slowly, he pulled off his plastic aviator frames – looking from the round wire
frames on the model to the plastic teardrop shaped frames in his hand. Within
minutes he was trying on a set of the frames, the cable arms hooking over his
ears and examining his reflection in a mirror. The round lenses gave him a
look of innocence tinged with a dash of classic bravado.
He left the optical shop a little over an hour later wearing his new round
Windsor style frames. Passing one of the shops, he glanced at his reflection
and almost did a double take – he almost looked around to see if someone else
was standing near him. He was used to seeing a fairly good-looking young man
staring back. But, a good-looking anonymous young man – the kind of person who
would immediately disappear into even a small crowd. The reflection he saw in
the shop window was innocently handsome – boy next door handsome with a hint
of sensuality. The soft gauze shirt, sleeves turned up to just below the elbow
and the top four buttons open, draped appealingly over his torso. The short
shorts that exposed nearly all of his legs – his smooth, sleek legs – worked
to give him the innocent look of a harmless schoolboy and at the same time,
hinted seductively that the schoolboy in those shorts just might not be as
innocent as he first appeared.
Bryan hadn’t used any gel or pomade in his hair that morning when he brushed
his damp hair. As it dried, the pushed up front had fallen slightly leaving a
couple of locks enticingly draped over his forehead. Bryan stared at the
unruly locks falling over his brow – normally, he’d either immediately rake
his fingers through his hair to push the out of place locks back into place,
or duck into a rest room to comb his hair. But, examining the dim reflection
in the shop window, Bryan decided to leave his hair as it was – relaxed and
casual. It kind of suited his attitude.
He was enjoying the sun on the café deck, examining the menu when Simon and
Kev slid into the empty chairs at the table. They both complimented him on his
new glasses, jovially teasing him that he was transforming himself in more
ways than one. They were both glad to see Bryan up on his feet again and still
happy with his decision. Eventually, a waiter joined them at the table,
introducing himself as Jamison before offering to take their drink orders.
Looking up, Bryan found himself staring into the greenest eyes he’d ever seen.
Jamison had thick, black hair slicked back in a retro style. With his bat-wing
collar, red bow tie, and vest, Jamison looked like he’d stepped right out of
some Art Deco illustration. Bryan frankly admired Samisen’s handsome face as
he waited for Simon and Kev to decide what they wanted to drink. Instead of
diverting his gaze when Jamison turned in his direction, Bryan continued to
admire the waiter. Ordering an iced tea, Bryan smiled when Jamison winked
before slipping away to get their drinks.
“I think Jamison likes you,” Kev teased.
“Think nothing,” Simon countered. “The way he winked at Bryan, there. And, did
you catch those sideways glances he kept throwing in his direction?” Simon
leaned across the table, “Face it, Bryan, our waiter thinks you’re hot.”
“He was cruising me,” Bryan said, his voice tinged with wonder. “Before, he
wouldn’t have even paid me any attention with two hunks like you guys at the
same table.”
“Hey, thanks for the compliments,” Simon said. “But, you’ve probably always
been pretty hot yourself. Your packaging was just too plain before.” He
reached out and patted Bryan’s smooth leg. “Showing all that delicious skin –
mmmmm, that skin is bait most guys couldn’t ignore.”
“What’re you going to tell your boyfriend back home about Jamison, the cutie?”
Kev teased.
For the first time that afternoon, Bryan blushed, “I don’t have a boyfriend.”
“You have got to be kidding!” Simon said, astonished. “I can’t believe no
one’s showed any interest.”
Bryan shrugged, “Guess they never noticed.”
“And, hasn’t there been anyone who caught your eye?” Kev asked, grinning
impishly. “Maybe not a specific individual, but a certain type, maybe?
“Yeah,” Simon chimed in. “What kind of guy catches your attention?”
“I dunno,” Bryan squirmed. “Um, a guy with floppy hair … maybe a skater or
surfer style cut …”
Kev nudged Simon devilishly, “Floppy hair, huh? Score one for Simon, here!” He
leaned over the table. “Floppy red hair, by any chance?”
“Well, no – I mean I sure wouldn’t turn away from anyone as hot looking as
Simon,” Bryan said quickly. “But, I was thinking of sunbleached blonde floppy
hair,” Bryan’s eyes grew dreamy as he continued, “deep brown puppy dog eyes …
a couple freckles over his nose … smooth six pack abs and chiseled pecs.”
“That’s not a type,” Simon challenged. “What’s his name? You’ve got a crush on
someone and the poor bastard doesn’t even know.”
Bryan blushed again and looked down, “Just a guy back home.”
“Just a guy, my freckled ass,” Simon laughed. “You told us everything but the
kind of underpants he wears.”
“Burgundy bikini briefs,” Bryan said softly, the corners of his mouth curling
up puckishly, as he shot a sideways glance at the two Australians. “Sometimes
a dark blue thong.”
“Oooooh,” The two Australians cooed, wagging their eyebrows at each other.
“If you’ve seen his underpants, you’ve seen his equipment,” Kev said. “C’mon,
give details.”
“It’s bigger than mine …”
“Well, everyone’s bigger than you, now,” Kev giggled.
“Okay, okay,” Bryan laughed. “Bigger than mine was – almost seven inches.
Circumcised,” Bryan added, quickly as Simon began to open his mouth. “It’s
surrounded by a dark blonde bush,” Bryan sighed thinking about Aaron’s penis,
wishing his best friend was gay.
“He sounds delicious,” Simon observed. “So, the big question is why haven’t
you done anything?”
“We’ve jacked off together,” Bryan admitted. “But, he’s so straight, it
hurts.”
“That’s a bitch, to be sure,” Kev said.
The friendly banter continued through lunch. Bryan found himself marveling at
how openly he was discussing sexual matters with his new friends, and in
public, no less, without feeling overly self-conscious. In fact, Bryan was
beginning to find the conversation refreshing and freeing. It was as if years
of pent up feelings and denied conversations were finally able to emerge into
the open. Even during his many jack off sessions with Aaron, neither had
really discussed techniques or what brought them pleasure. It was as if there
was some unspoken rule that it was okay to jack off together as long as they
didn’t talk about it while they were doing it.
Jamison let the three converse for quite a while after they finished lunch
before bringing their checks to the table. As the dark-haired waiter left the
checks on the table, Kev nudged Simon as he tilted his head in the waiter’s
direction. All during lunch, Jamison’s sleeves had been rolled down –
suddenly, his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows revealing smooth, hairless
forearms.
“I think Jamison is trying to send you a little message,” Kev grinned across
the table at Bryan. “He goes for the smooth look – at least on himself.”
“And, before you say anything,” Simon cut in, “remember this, no one is that
smooth unless they’ve had a little help.” He sat back in his chair grinning
smugly across at Bryan. “Just something to keep in mind.”
As they were leaving after signing their room numbers to the checks, Bryan
paused to give Jamison a tip. He could have just left it on the table, but he
wanted one more excuse to get a close look at the handsome waiter. Bryan
delicately laid his hand on the small of Jamison’s back to get his attention
as he handed the waiter the tip. A sudden impulse came across Bryan and he
boldly let his hand slide down to Jamison’s tight butt and linger there a
moment before he followed Kev and Simon out into the lobby. Kev’s mouth hung
open as Bryan approached.
“You gave his ass a squeeze!” Kev proclaimed.
“I know!” Bryan beamed. “I’ve never done anything like that before.” He
glanced around, a slightly guilty expression in his eyes. “Y’know something?
It felt great!”
The three of them wandered down to the beach where they just wandered and
chatted as if they had all known each other for years. Bryan lost all track of
time, and found himself not really caring about what time it was. Before long,
he had his shoes in one hand as he walked barefoot at the edge of the surf.
Only when Kev mentioned he was growing thirsty, did any of them realize they
had meandered all the way down to the clothing optional beach. Simon turned
sharp glances at both Kev and Bryan.
Bryan swallowed hard, the old feeling of nervousness in his belly again for
the first time since his surgery. Slowly, he shrugged, “Hey, it’s clothing
optional,” he said as nonchalantly as he could. “Doesn’t mean I have to strip
down.”
“Don’t matter to me, mate,” Kev said cheerfully to Simon. “I don’t care who
sees the new me.”
“Cool,” Simon said.
The nervous knot in Bryan’s stomach grew larger as they turned away from the
water and wandered up the beach. He noticed that most of the people on the
beach were totally bare-assed. A group of college-age students were shouting,
laughing, and generally having a grand time playing volleyball. The game was
made livelier as they joked with each other about the way their genitals
flopped around as they dashed and leapt for the ball. Bryan noticed that
several people on the beach openly stared in his direction – he was becoming
attuned enough to the nuances of glances that he could tell some of the stares
were in admiration, and others were curiosity. For the first time since being
shaved, Bryan became aware that his smooth skin really stood out in stark
contrast to the hairy bodies of the other young men.
He was almost gripped with panic and ready to flee the beach when he took the
time to really look at the toned, bodies of the volleyball players. While none
were ape hairy, all had at least moderate to heavy hair on their legs and
forearms. A couple had generous mats of hair covering their torsos. The knot
in his stomach began to loosen. It wasn’t that those hair covered bodies were
revolting or disgusting, but they really weren’t appealing. The coating of
hair blurred the definition of the muscles on all the players. It was matted
and sticking to their skin with sweat giving each player a slightly dirty
look. In contrast, his muscle definition was sharp, the light coating of sweat
on his body gave it a sheen – almost a glow.
The confidence began growing in his grin again. It wasn’t that the volleyball
players were wrong and he was right, he realized. It was possible that some of
those college boys just weren’t brave enough to buck social convention and
shave. Of course, it was just as possible that they thought their hairy bodies
were attractive. And, that seemed to be the whole point – he found himself
more attractive, better looking with his skin smooth. That’s all that really
mattered – his self-image was boosted because he had taken charge of his
physical image. By the time the three of them reached the beach tables by the
refreshment stand, Bryan felt his new confidence surging through himself
again.
Bryan and his Australian friends nursed their way through three tall, cold
fruit drinks before Kev noticed a stall that had beach towels and blankets
available for resort patrons. He and Kev went over to get three giant towels
and a blanket while Simon went to one of the concession stands and bought some
suntan lotion. Minutes later, they had found a nice empty area of the beach
and had the blanket and one of the towels spread out. Turning towards the
surf, Bryan slowly began unbuttoning his shirt and folding it neatly as Simon
and Kev hurriedly undressed.
“Hey,” Simon’s voice was full of concern. “Just because we’re going natural,
doesn’t mean you have to strip off, too.
Bryan shrugged, “I know – I kind of want to – really.”
Simon nodded in admiration, “Cool – very cool, dude.
Unzipping his shorts, Bryan took a deep breath before sliding them over his
hips and stepping out of them. He kicked off his shoes before taking off his
tank top and standing naked for a few moments. Turning, Bryan sank to his
knees on the towel before settling himself comfortably on his belly. He
carefully unhooked his glasses from around his ears and then cradled his head
on his forearms. To pass the time, he asked Simon and Kev to tell him about
Australia. He marveled that their lives in Australia sounded pretty much like
his own – they spent a lot of time on the beach or in the water swimming and
snorkeling. The sound of their melodic voices and the warmth of the sun
beating down on his back combined to make Bryan doze off. He didn’t even stir
when Simon coated his entire back from neck to toes with the coconut oil
suntan lotion.
Bryan didn’t know how long he’d been dozing when he finally began to wake to
the sound of strange voices chatting with Simon and Kev. Turning his head,
Bryan recognized one of the college students who had been playing volleyball
kneeling in the sand anxiously chatting with the Australians.
“Welcome to the land of the waking, sleepyhead,” Simon said, cheerfully
handing Bryan a cold beer and a spare towel.
Bryan pulled himself up to a sitting position, maneuvering the towel to
strategically cover his lap. He took a sip of the beer before putting his
glasses back on, carefully hooking the arms over his ears. As he took his time
settling his glasses on, Bryan studied the college student kneeling at the
other edge of the blanket. He looked just a little older than Bryan with a
solid, well-muscled build – kind of like a wrestler, Bryan decided. His wavy
hair was on the shaggy side and a dull mousy brown. There was an indefinable
something about the college boy that was almost attractive. The attractive
element was spoiled by the young man’s tangled mop of hair, though – he’d look
downright handsome with a different style that suited his hair better, Bryan
decided. Maybe a perm to give him curls like Kev, or a style that controlled
his wild wavy hair a bit better.
Kev was sitting up Indian-fashion, his elbows resting on his bent knees,
leaving his groin exposed. The college guy was chatting absently about his
fraternity, but Bryan noticed his eyes kept straying to Kev’s crotch. The guy
seemed scared and intrigued at the same time. Bryan began grinning as he
wondered how the college frat boy would react if he saw Bryan’s smooth groin.
“Hiya mate,” Kev shouted. “This is Toby – he’s an American, too.”
Bryan raised his bottle of beer in greeting, giving Toby a smile. He noticed
Toby’s return smile looked a little weak.
Simon leaned over closer to Bryan and whispered, “Toby chased the volleyball
over here when it was knocked out of bounds, saw Kev’s crotch and it’s missing
nut sack. Next thing, he’s over here trying to make conversation about
everything but what caught his attention.”
“Think he’s down here for the operation?”
“For sure,” Simon whispered. “I think he’s still nervous about it, though.
Y’can tell he’s dying to ask Kev about the operation, but is shit-scared to
bring it up.”
They were interrupted when one of the other volleyball players ran up and
dropped to his knees in the sand next to Toby. He was tall, his blonde hair
cut in an Ivy League style, and had a typical gym body – slightly
overdeveloped for show.
“So, Tobe, didja find out about the operation?” The blonde asked.
“Um, no – not yet, Brad,” Toby answered, his face turning a bright red.
Brad grinned down at Kev, “Bet Toby here hasn’t told you he’s down here to get
cut, too.”
“I kind of figured that,” Kev said, dryly. He turned to Toby, “You seem a
little uncertain, though.”
“Well, I guess …” Toby began.
“Doesn’t really matter,” Brad interrupted. “He’s got three more days before
CHOP, off come the old ‘nads. Right, Tobe?”
“Yeah, three more days,” Toby agreed.
Simon leaned towards the two college boys, “Hey Brad, mate – how about you
leave Toby here so we can get to know each other a little better?”
Brad smiled and patted the air with his palms, as he hopped up to his feet and
jogged loosely back to the other frat boys.
“He seems like a real asshole,” Bryan said, watching the blonde jog off.
“He’s not so bad,” Toby said. “Really – he’s just doesn’t realize he comes
across as having an attitude when he meets new people, is all. He’s pretty
cool once he relaxes. He just likes to come across as being super cool.”
“If you say so,” Bryan muttered.
“So, why do you want to be castrated?” Kev asked, coming right to the point.
Toby dropped his head in embarrassment, “I don’t really want to, but don’t
have any choice.”
“You always have a choice,” Simon said, gently.
“Yeah, don’t do anything you don’t want to,” Bryan added.
“You guys don’t understand,” Toby said desperately, looking around to make
sure none of his companions were within earshot as he lowered his voice, “What
do you guys know about secret societies?”
“Not much,” Simon said, as the others nodded their heads in agreement with
him.
“Well, they exist and they’re powerful,” Toby said, his voice barely carrying
to where Bryan sat. “Get accepted and you’re guaranteed to be successful in
whatever you do,” he explained. “But, the thing is, you have to follow their
rules and that includes any punishments they hand out.”
“What is you tell them to get stuffed, that you’re keeping your balls where
they are?” Kev asked. “Are they going to hold you down and force you to be
castrated?”
“No, nothing like that,” Toby admitted. “I guess they could, if they wanted –
but, it’s not like that. If I refuse … well, just like they can make sure I’m
successful, they can also make sure I’m not successful. It’s that simple. I’m
pre-Law – studying to be an investments lawyer. They can make sure I get into
the best firms in the country, or they can make sure I never get a shot with
those firms.”
“And, what about some other firm?” Simon asked.
“I’d never even get past the application process,” Toby admitted. “I could try
to make a go of it myself, open my own office and all.” He shrugged. “But, I’m
smart enough to know I’d be lucky to make enough to pay the rent.”
“So, is this some kind of initiation ritual or what?” Bryan asked.
“It’s a punishment,” Toby said. “I fucked up big time, and I can accept their
punishment, or leave the society.”
“I’d tell them to forget it,” Bryan said.
“Right,” Toby snorted. “I clear myself by accepting the punishment, and the
slate is clean with the society. My first year out of school, I’ll earn about
a quarter million bucks. Unless I really suck at my job, and I’m in the top
five of my class …”
“So it’s unlikely you’ll suck at your job,” Simon observed.
“Right,” Toby agreed. “By the time I’m thirty, I’ll be pulling down a couple
million a year – maybe more, and I can retire before I’m fifty if I want.”
“What’d do to make them punish you with castration?” Bryan asked.
“Every year we have a competition with another society from Harvard,” Toby
explained. “It’s an athletic competition – rowing teams. Alum from both
societies pledge pretty hefty amounts that we give to charity. The money from
the two groups is pooled and the winners get the biggest share for their
charity.”
“And just because you lost, they’re punishing you?” Bryan asked,
incredulously.
Toby looked even more embarrassed, “It not just because we lost.” He took a
deep breath and continued, “In the hundred years of competition, neither side
ever had to forfeit before.”
“You blew off the event!” Simon exclaimed.
“I didn’t mean to, but yeah,” Toby admitted. “The night before I went partying
and met someone and between one thing and another, lost track of time.”
“So were you sleeping or screwing when you were supposed to be rowing?” Kev
asked, trying to contain a grin.
“Screwing,” Toby said. “And, because we forfeited, the other side got to keep
the whole pot for their charity. Our alum had to kick in more money so we
wouldn’t look bad.” Toby looked over at Bryan. “I know you think Brad is an
asshole, but it’s because of him that I was even given a chance to redeem
myself. Most of the brothers and alum just wanted to kick my ass out of the
society.”
“Wow, talk about the punishment fitting the crime,” Kev said. “I hope she was
worth it.” Kev noticed the furtive look in Toby’s eyes. “Or, was it a him?”
“Him,” Toby whispered.
Kev leaned back against Simon’s chest, “You owe me – told you he was one of
us.” He turned back to Toby, while reaching up and wrapping his arms around
the back of Simon’s neck. “We figured you have some questions you’ve been too
afraid to ask, right?”
For the first time, Toby smiled weakly, “Yeah, I do.”
“So, ask away,” Simon said.
“Maybe we can get together later tonight,” Toby said hesitantly, glancing in
Bryan’s direction.
“You can ask anything you want in front of Bryan,” Simon said.
“You mean he’s castrated, too?” Toby asked, his eyes growing wide in wonder.
“No, I haven’t been castrated,” Bryan said simply.
“Bryan’s cool,” Kev said, the corners of his mouth curling up. “Ask anything
you want.”
“Um … well, does it hurt?”
“It didn’t hurt me,” Kev admitted. “I was asleep the whole time. You’ll be a
little sore afterwards – but, it’s not like major pain or anything. You go to
sleep … wake up, and it’s all over. Who’s your doctor?”
“Dr. Javier,” Toby answered.
“Don’t know what he’s like,” Kev said, with a sideways glance at Bryan. “My
doctor was Hartz – an old German. Nice guy, but all business.”
“Javier does a good job,” Bryan said.
“How would you know? Did he operate on a friend of yours?” Toby asked.
Simon and Kev gave Bryan supportive glances. Simon tilted his head in Bryan’s
direction.
“He operated on me,” Bryan said, softly.
“But … you … I thought you said you weren’t castrated,” Toby stammered in
confusion.
“I wasn’t,” Bryan said, matter-of-factly. He pulled the towel back, revealing
his smooth groin.”
“Oh my god,” Toby breathed, shocked.
Bryan looked at his friends, “Mind if Toby and I take a little walk?”
“We’ll be waiting right here,” Simon assured him.
Bryan casually tossed the towel around his neck and tossed his head at Toby,
inviting him to walk down towards the rock outcropping. The two walked on in
silence. Bryan was composing his thoughts, while Toby was still trying to
comprehend seeing someone with his testicles, but no penis. Once crossing into
the shelter of the rock outcropping, Bryan looked around for a comfortable
place for the two of them to sit down and talk.
“Are you really committed to going through with the surgery?” Bryan asked.
Toby slowly nodded his head, chewing on his lip nervously, “Yeah, yeah I am.”
He looked Bryan straight in the eyes for the first time, locks of his wavy
hair falling across his face. “I guess you think I’m pretty shallow because I
don’t want to lose the chance to make lots of money.”
“Nope,” Bryan said, simply. “Seems like you have a choice – you can just walk
away and take your chances. Or, you can accept their punishment. Either way,
sounds like the final choice has to be all yours and you want to go through
with it. That’s all that matters – to me at least.”
“I’m scared about it,” Toby said, his eyes watering up. “But, at the same
time, I do want to go through with it. I want to prove to the others how sorry
I am for fucking up so badly.” The tears started to well up and spill down
Toby’s face. “I just can’t help being scared.”
Bryan reached out and pulled Toby close to him, letting the older college boy
bury his face against his shoulder. The dam of emotions broke at long last,
and Toby began sobbing. Bryan ran his fingers through the tangled mass of
mousy brown hair, comforting Toby and letting him purge his feelings. Toby
cried for about ten minutes before pushing away and wiping his face. He
started to apologize for his emotional breakdown.
“Don’t,” Bryan stopped him. “I kinda figured you needed to get all that out of
you. It’s natural to be scared as the operation gets closer.” He described how
long he had wanted his penectomy, the nights he had cried into his pillow
because he didn’t think he’d ever be able to have the surgery. Then, he
described his own feelings of nervousness just before his surgery. As he was
talking, Toby rested his head on Bryan’s shoulder.
“Have you had any regrets since the operation?” Toby whimpered.
“That I had the surgery, no,” Bryan said, honestly. “Only regret I have is
that I couldn’t have done it a whole lot sooner.” He continued stroking Toby’s
head as he thought. “Y’know, in a way, having a penectomy was one of the best
things to ever happen.”
“You’re kidding!” Toby said, amazed.
“No, really!” Bryan insisted. “I mean, it’s such a major change that trying
other things for the first time just don’t seem all that big a deal. Since
I’ve been here, I’ve gotten a totally different hairstyle – clothes, glasses –
basically, a whole new image for me. It’s like for the first time in my life
having the confidence to have the image of who I am in my mind match the image
people see.”
“Really?”
“Uh huh,” Bryan grunted. “You’re probably scared that the people who know
about you having to be castrated will think you’re not a man anymore, I bet.”
“Well, sure.”
“But, think of how much guts it’s going to take to willingly go through with
the operation. In a way, giving up your balls takes more balls than most guys
have,” Bryan said. “If that makes any sense.”
“I never thought about it like that,” Toby said sitting up.
“I bet most of the guys you know would need to be dragged kicking and
screaming into the operating room,” Bryan said, thoughtfully. “They’d be
crying like babies.”
“I’m sure they would be,” Toby said, his voice growing firmer.
“I did a lot of studying about castration and penectomies,” Bryan said. “You
know, if you take testosterone shots or get a testosterone patch, you’ll still
be able to get erections and even have orgasms.”
“Honestly?”
“Uh huh,” Bryan assured him. “And, being gay, you won’t need balls to have
children or anything, right?”
“Yeah.”
“So, no reason for you to be worried,” Bryan pointed out. “You know you’ve got
more courage than most other guys you know. You’ll still be able to get a
boner, and don’t need to make any babies.”
Toby gave a timid little laugh, “The way you put it, it almost sounds like a
good deal.”
“That’s what I’m trying to tell you,” Bryan said. “There’s this confidence
that can build up inside of you, if you let it.” Bryan climbed to his feet. “I
think we should get back to Simon and Kev, now. I think you’re going to be
okay – and if you need a shoulder to lean on again, just give me a call.”
Toby stood up, wiping his swollen eyes and looking a little confused. Bryan
laughed and reached out to run his fingers through the thick pubic bush above
Toby’s penis.
“Nothing’s going to happen this time,” he said, taking Toby’s dick in his
hand. “But, after you’re prepped for surgery and smooth down there, I’ll be
around to visit you.” He leaned forward and kissed Toby fully on the mouth.
“Then, I’ll make sure your last night before the operation is really something
to remember.” Bryan looked at Toby for a moment. “Maybe you should jump in the
water for a few minutes – no one will be able to tell you, well … got
emotional.”
Bryan watched Toby dash into the surf and splash around for a few moments
before slowly strolling up the beach towards the Australians. He was almost at
the blanket when he realized he had left the towel on the beach for Toby.
Looking up, he found Simon and Kev grinning like a pair of Cheshire cats.
“Looks like your little talk benefited you as well as Toby,” Simon grinned.
Bryan sank to his knees between Simon and Kev, kissing each on the cheek as he
put his arms around the two of them.
“I just passed along the kind of support you guys gave me,” Bryan said,
rocking back on his heels. He glanced back to see Toby loping up the beach. “I
think Toby’s going to be okay,” he said.
To be continued ….
* * * |
Tommy, the Nullification | STRAIGHT, PENECTOMY, TESTICLES, NULLIFICATION, MINOR | Remember that 30th penectomy Tommy was so worried about, the one that was supposed to cure him of the continual cock growth. Well, it went spectacularly wrong — in a story that hasn\'t been written yet. But it went wrong in a way that Tommy never imagined. | A lot of famous people are seated in the studio tonight. A few V.I.P.’s are
masked and in scrubs on the floor itself. One of the special booths holds the
United States’ first female president. I fucked her eight years ago when she
was the relatively young, attractive governor of Florida. Dash seated her
personally, secretly. Security is tight.
The knot of fear in my belly is tighter.
Almost all of my resectionings have been performed with me on my back or
upright. The tilting operating table was constructed with that in mind. Like
so many other things, that’s been changed for tonight’s procedure.
I won’t even be in stirrups as I was for the operation 11 days ago that failed
so spectacularly.
For tonight, the table has undergone a massive transformation, as I shall in
just a few minutes — one way or the other. The straps are gone. A strong
Kevlar “shirt” and matching thigh-high leggings are molded to me and anchored
in the table, holding the Cock King immobile. My bared head, groin, upper
thighs, hands and feet are not secured to the table, although they might as
well be for all the freedom of movement I have. The table can rotate me any
direction and bend me at the waist and knees.
The studio announcer informs the rich and celebrated the procedure is about to
begin. The hubbub quiets. Cameras go live. The pay-per-view commentators with
guests Carrie-Faith and Lashly Olson wrap up their intros.
Servos spin to turn me at Doc’s signal. My dick and balls tumble out of my lap
as the table locks into starting position. I’m suspended face down inside the
Kevlar. A rear view of my package is exposed to the audience through a large
hole in the table. My legs are spread wide to display the most famous set of
male organs in the world. Doc must work from behind me, if she is to correct
her blunder, and the viewers must see her at work. The hairy ass is safe from
her knife, but that’s about it.
My bluish genitals dangle limp in full view, closeups brightly displayed on
the in-studio screens. The wild swinging that occurred when the table
overturned has subsided to a slow, depleted circle. At the request of an
assistant director, one of the nurses bends down to set my dick in motion
again, a pendulum to and fro the director likes better than the flopping.
They’ll want that shot for the edited DVD presentation. I try not to let my
anger show. Worse things have been done to Tommy’s cock.
My guess is it would be easier for Doc to probe and repair if I stayed soft.
The worldwide audience doesn’t care. They want me hard, so another of Doc’s
assistants sticks me with poppers at root and header. Even the glans gets one,
stingingly.
The poppers aren’t enough to overcome the loss of bloodflow. A softly whirring
pump kicks in to force more life into my penis through a series of shunts Doc
installed before the cameras were switched on. The abused cock turns pink,
then red as it extends to its full 18 inches, arching forward instead of
hanging. I feel again as I haven’t in so long — huge, hard, powerful, a
dominant male. The audience moans with me, reveling in the sight of majestic
masculine arousal.
I am celebrated by millions for this one aspect of myself, and Dash has taught
me to love it above all else — except her, of course. I wouldn’t be on this
table if it were not for my love of her.
With the organs ready for show business, Elena opens carefully the cuts she
created 11 days ago, spreading flesh, probing, inserting cameras, looking
desperately for any of the “mass of tiny blood vessels” that grew uniquely in
this lone homo sapiens male to feed his tremendous penis and testicles. I
still can’t believe Doc cut the little “feeders” so cavalierly on her way to
altering my genetically mutated “root” system with her special sauce.
No, the special sauce didn’t come from MickeyD’s.
Dash ducks under the table to sit crosslegged in front of me like a
schoolgirl. She’s in a sheer white teddy and g-string. Her neck extends,
turning her mouth up to kiss me, long and slow. Her right hand reaches to
encircle my hardon. Only once has she done anything like it in public. After
stroking the endangered phallus and kissing me for a few moments, she slips
out of the teddy.
This is a first — Dashiele Johansen naked and jacking the giant bone in front
of the cameras. The undeniably hot CEO of Severance Labs has mass (unsatisfied
male viewer) appeal. Tonight, the public will finally get a visual taste. The
hum from the audience grows louder.
Dash flows into a kneeling position and arches her back beautifully to bring
her breasts to my mouth. She cries out and so does the crowd when I suckle
them. The angle of her body has brought her sex close to my rampant cockhead.
Balanced on both knees and one hand, she uses the other to rub the glans
against her already moistened clit and slit. She puts her head back in a
practiced move, letting her white-gold hair swing in front of the lights. The
naked, angelic form, the glowing hair, the sheer novelty of Dash becoming one
of my on-camera sluts is causing viewers who didn’t give a damn for my dick to
suddenly pay the per-view price as news of Dash’s surprise travels the globe.
Meanwhile, the equally famous Dr. Severance continues her quest to repair the
severed veins and arteries. I’m so glad to be hard again, and with my love,
that I nearly forget about my circumstances. Yeah, right.
Dash has arched and toyed long enough. She slides lower and starts worshipping
my solid staff with her mouth, the cockhead disappearing again and again as
the beautiful head bobs. One of her favorite tricks, as I must have told you a
dozen times, is to bob a little deeper with each sucking stroke. The audience
is shocked when they note how sneakily Dash has gone from simple blowing to
deepthroating. And no one can do it better. She takes an amazing 12 inches
into her windpipe before gagging the first time.
Not a sound comes from Doc, just painful steel counterpoints to Dash’s loving,
wet caresses, but I can sense her frustration. Hundreds of microsurgeries must
be successful for the mighty meat to regain its former responsiveness and
avoid culling. Doc’s not having an easy time of it.
“Dash,” Elena says quietly, ducking down to see the beautiful blonde impaled
past her Adam’s apple on my machine-assisted erection. Doc smiles. “Make him
cum for me, too.”
I get it. Doc’s worried that I won’t spill that semen on camera. Cum equals
ka-ching. She senses my worry over her frustration. So she encourages Dash,
and she encourages me. Lot of worry going around in the operating room.
Dash seems unaffected.
She turns on all fours and rams her pussy onto the 18-inch cuntsticker,
fucking herself hard until she comes on cue for that asshole assistant
director. The orgasm’s real, of course. Dash is too much my slut to fake it.
Timing a climax for a live sex performance is just another of her many talents
— like this next one. She muscles the bone now, showing off to the crowding
lenses her cunt’s ability to grip dick. Her sheath’s contractions around my
flesh sword are clearly visible in the closeups. Thin strings of pre-cum are
being sucked into my urethra by the pulling pussy muscles. They leak from my
piss slit into Dash.
When Dash is done exercising her kitty, the clipboard toting little fuck
directs the same nurse to insert me into Dash’s anus. My wife’s been pre-lubed
for this. They guide me into her slowly until her hole has relaxed enough for
fast jamming. The nurse stays to steady the studhorse organ, as much for Doc’s
sake as for the hard-riding Dash, who starts to sweat from the pounding she’s
giving herself. It hurts her just the way she likes. She pops again with full
sound effects, some of which are echoed in the masturbating studio audience.
The pheromones that fill the operating theatre seem to make everyone horny.
An orgasm is building too in the big johnson for the first time in 11 days.
Dash flips directions once more to take me in her mouth. The nurse, who’s more
of a pornstar than a health care professional anyway, shoves Dash’s head onto
the near-ready meat and pins her there to choke on cock. The assistant
director nods approvingly, and I can only assume that Dash has OK’d this
little S&M; moment. Dash has final authority over every aspect of the show.
One of her strict policies is that I never know exactly what’s been planned
for any broadcast.
The choking is pretty realistic, and we know from past experience that my
penis can’t resist the massage of a gagging throat. My immense balls, hanging
and banging patiently until now, tug themselves up on their cords from inside
the sack, looking like spookshow creatures writhing under their chrysalis skin
at the end of metamorphosis.
Doc withdraws her instruments for the seminal moment. The audience oohs and
ahs. They know my signals. So does the nurse. Dash is pulled spitting off the
cock by a fist in her hair to take the full measure on her face. Her fine
features are drowned under the sticky white stuff.
Clever strategy from Dash. My fans and even the men who hate me — lots of
those around — have been waiting all these years to see my untouchable wife
fucked on live television. She guesses, correctly, that a gentle, romantic
lovemaking session won’t drive sales the way a humbling buttfuck and choke
will.
She lays back below my dripping, still-hard dick, and fingers herself to one
more quick orgasm with the goo drying on her cheeks and bubbling from her
mouth. The audience cheers through all of it and fights over the towel she
throws to them after wiping her face. She kisses me and rises petitely
gorgeous and nude to stand beside Doc.
Doc has been waiting.
The two whisper.
Silence.
More whispers.
“No,” Dash says plainly, plaintively.
Doc just shakes her head.
“Please, Elena?” I hear this plainly, too. I’m beginning to worry. No,
actually I’m panicking.
The servos whine. My artificial erection sways only slightly as the table
rotates 180 degrees then tilts forward to show me Dash’s terrified face and
Doc’s resigned mask.
“What’s the what, Doc?” I ask a little thickly. A tiny, crystal white tear of
cum drips from my piss slit and decorates my sternum just above the six-pack
abs. The cameras record it in high definition.
“Tommy, you know this procedure had only a minimal chance of success. We never
guessed that the mass of vessels was so essential to your penis’ health...”
“Cut to the chase, Doc.”
“They can’t be reconnected, my love. I’m sorry, there’s just too many, too far
apart, and in too complex patterns to ever align a significant fraction
correctly. We need at least a 50 percent reconnect rate, and we’ll get just 15
percent.”
“So, my penis?”
“Must be removed, all of it, tip to root. The alternative, eventually, is
gangrene.”
“But the testicles, my balls will be OK, right? You said...”
“That was before I saw how much damage I did when we tried to arrest the
growth process.”
Dash shakes her head wildly at this and mouths “no” again to Elena.
“Leave him something, Doc,” she pleads, unable to stay silent. “Something to
start over with.”
Her hands grip one of mine fiercely.
Satellites relay her desperation and mine to 40 million television sets. One
of the cameras pans down the rigid lines of the incredibly long doomed cock.
Veins crisscross beneath the see-through outer layer of skin in mesmerizing
detail. The shot frames up finally on the bull balls resting peacefully in
their lightly tanned, deep sack. The blood pump prevents them from appearing
blue.
“Tommy, baby, Dash, there can’t be any starting over. We have to take
everything that’s dying or Tommy will die too. I couldn’t stand that.” She
pauses. “And I hate this. I know I can’t feel what either of you are
feeling... I love you both so much.
“I wish I could take your place, Angus Johansen,” Doc concludes. I don’t
believe her. Adore her sweet ass but don’t believe her.
“This is the only thing we can do so we can keep on loving each other?” Dash
asks. A tear falls past her cheek onto her breast and rolls to the tip of the
hard left nipple. It quivers with her unsteady breathing.
“Yes. I’m sorry. For his life, you have to do this.”
Dash looks at my face, searching. I try to speak directly to her love for me,
to tap that well of power we’ve used so many times to win out in bad
situations.
“No, Dash, don’t. Don’t let her do this to me. We’ll find another way. There’s
always more than one answer.”
Dash makes a little keening noise. It almost gets away from her to become a
scream. She stops abruptly and takes my face in both small hands, the hands I
trust. She touches my lips with hers and turns away.
The servos kick in. I begin to roll over. I’m stunned to silence. Forget
Elvis, reality has left the building. The audience roars their anger, their
excitement, their disappointment, their lust. The great Tommy Pennec, King
Cock, will be decocked, castrated, neutered, nullified.
I can hear the in-studio commentator speaking.
“Emasculation will commence now.”
Shock, I guess you’d call it. My brain has shut down. When I thought about the
possibility of this moment earlier today and the several days before this dark
one, I imagined myself fighting, yelling or taking control of the situation
and by simple application of my will stopping the process. But Dash turned
away from me. She’s always been my strength.
I stare at the floor, the throbbing penis that soon won’t be mine curving
gracefully down and outward instead of resting on my torso. A stray thought
comes. Maybe Dash turning away wasn’t the go-ahead for unmanning me. Forget
what the announcer said; he’s always been an idiot. Maybe Dash really told Doc
no when she turned. I just didn’t hear. Doc, my sweet, sexy Elena, must be
closing up now or making a valiant effort to boost the reconnect rate to 50
percent.
Fool.
Reality covertly re-enters through a backstage door when I flinch at Doc’s
scalpel. The sharp blade makes a long, smooth sweep, tracing the posterior
area of my genitalia. Doc’s ravaging of my manhood will be artful and as near
to beautiful as surgery can be. I know that when the neutering is complete,
the detached organs will appear as though they can still function. I remember
Doc telling me in a briefing I only half heard that she would keep me hard and
intact — well, nearly intact — right up until the end, if it came to that. It
has.
I sob, big jerking sobs and bang my skull against the padded headrest. Between
moans of grief and mental agony, I yell “NO!” and call for Dash. Everyone
hears but no one responds. I hear Elena’s breath catching every now and again
and one sniffle. Still, I’m ignored.
Despite her distress, Doc starts to snip and slice in earnest. Finally, Dash
returns to my sight, kissing me once more, telling me everything will be OK.
And for the briefest moment everything is OK because she’s come back to me.
When I realize she’s only there to comfort and not rescue, the misery crashes
down. Tears pour from my eyes onto Dash’s face. The pain from behind me
increases. The studio commentator natters on about what bit of me “Dr.
Severance” is cutting or tying at the moment.
I still can’t believe this is happening. When I finally stop protesting and
fall into a sort of stupor, Dash picks up the first of many antiseptic towels
and begins to clean spit, pussy juice and assfuck lubricants from the wavering
dragon that she’s helping Doc to slay. A nurse, a real one this time, grips me
at the base so Dash’s cleaning strokes don’t interfere with Doc’s cutting
strokes.
The severing of the urethra brings me out of my stupor. It hurts.
“Dash, stop her! She’s really doing it. She’s killing it!”
“I can’t, baby. I want to, but it’s the only way to keep you with me. Don’t
tell me you want to go away? You can’t want to die. I can’t live without you.”
Oh God, don’t the microphones love that kind of sentimental shit. Mr.
Clipboard must be creaming over the sales it will generate.
“Think, love. This isn’t just a little ‘tomy. This is a real nullification.
I’m being decocked. You can’t live without me? Try living without my dick, my
balls. That’s who I am, who you made me. The greatest cock in the world, the
biggest sperm pump and jism factory ever created is being destroyed. Stop it.
You can save me.”
“She can’t,” Doc answers unseen from above. “Not anymore. We’ve gone too far,
Tommy. We can’t go back.”
Fresh tears come from Dash. She lavishes more kisses on me and holds my face
in her hands. The directors jockey cameras for an angle that will show both
faces. Doc continues to rip apart my manhood.
Think a nullification can’t take that long? Guess again. On a normal man
dozens of things should be done — and sometimes aren’t — in precise order. The
mutated anatomy that is Tommy Pennec’s package is several times more
complicated, especially if you want the result to be visually appealing for
your viewers. Because of their sheer size and the oddities born from mutation,
my organs have hundreds of extra little blood vessels, ligaments, musculature
and tubing that is absent from the typical — victim.
Want to keep the cock hard while it is removed? Things have to be cut and
sealed quickly. Don’t want a stringy mess of flesh to trail the detached meat?
More things have to be cut, glued or sewn or cauterized. Want Tommy to feel
pain — or sexual stimulation — for as long as possible? Nerves have to be
avoided, marked and babied along.
The bulb of my root, the big round thing that generates all the new shaft
tissue and marks me as fundamentally different from every other man in the
world, is surrounded by a complex network of ligaments and muscles. They help
support the extra girth and weight. They stabilize the mighty cock during sex.
Now those bindings are being released one by one.
I can feel the little shifts when Doc cuts another one free. The penis, and
even the balls, are beginning to feel — loose. Dash gently rubs the glans,
maintaining a sexual aspect to my manhood’s murder. The head isn’t springing
back to hard cock center nearly as quickly as it was in the beginning. I’m no
longer anchored securely. Horrified as she is, I think Dash might also be a
little fascinated by the neutering. She’s seen everything else done to me
after all.
Without warning, the whole hanging mass wobbles and dips. A wave of ohs
ripples through the watching crowd. Doc snaps at the nurse who’s supposed to
be steadying me. Dash realizes time is getting short. I close my eyes, and I
think she undertands it as assent to satisfy her curiousity and see how Elena
is perpetrating this crime.
I don’t, in truth, want her to leave my sight, but she wants to go, if only
for a moment. I’ll let her have this. She’s itching to see me stripped of my
maleness as much as everyone else. I’m becoming resigned to my fate, and if
anyone’s earned her place as a witness, Dash has. I’m trying hard to not
resent her and Doc. I’m succeeding and failing in rapid cycles as the cutting
continues.
I can see Dash’s bare feet and feel her hand on the top of one buttock. Her
fingers move in a circle while she watches Doc’s attack. Doc points something
out and Dash stands on tiptoe to eye it. Her finely turned ankles and leg
muscles stand out in relief. A camera operator creeps forward, and from his
stance, I can tell the lens is aimed at my wife’s amazingly round ass and the
peek of pussy that shows between her thighs.
More and more viewers are connecting to the pay-per-view. News channels are
reporting each new step, making the unbelievers decide the unthinkable really
is happening. The dire warnings about Tommy’s potential losses weren’t just
marketing hype. They tune in. Money, money, money.
A stream of blood shoots out and splatters the floor. Doc has just sealed a
big artery, a little more clumsily than she would have liked, but it was
dramatic and will be good for post broadcast sales. Doc reaches down and asks
the nurse to let go. My whole hard weight drops into Elena’s hand. She tests
the freedom the big rod has now in the absence of so much connective tissue. I
sense the root slipping around inside me. The nurse supports the monster penis
again and Doc repeats the test with my scrotum and testicles.
The whirring noise of the blood pump stops. The vascular system of my package
must be completely sealed off now. I’m still rock hard, maybe harder than I’ve
ever been. My fear and horror haven’t retreated an iota, but the excitement in
my tenuously connected organs is mirrored in my mind. I want to go out
shooting. I must be mad to think this way, but I do.
“Dash, Doc, somebody! Do me one more time. Please!”
A quick conference is covened among Dash, Doc and some of Doc’s assistants.
The director points at his watch. Dash waves him away. No one who’s watching
will switch channels if we overshoot our time slot.
“Honey, he’s very unstable. Not much is holding him together but nerves and
the suspensory ligament, the big one. His urethra is long gone. He won’t be
able to shoot. It’ll be dry and probably painful for him to achieve orgasm.”
“It’s a last request, governor. Open up the urethra and inject some of that
preservative liquid. It has a pretty color. He can squirt that.”
“Hmmm. It’s an idea. OK.”
Doc hands her lab coat to an assistant. She’s naked beneath. I’ve told you,
she always works this way. Another assistant follows Dash’s instructions for
loading my gun with pretty blanks.
They decide it’s best for safe manipulation of my joint if I’m on my back
where the weight of the heavy penis can fall on my body should someone slip.
Otherwise I might tear away. The table rotates me to face the studio ceiling.
“We’re going to have to disinfect again, Dash. Sex is very unsanitary at this
stage.”
“Tell me you don’t want Tommy’s titanic stick inside you one more time,
Elena?”
“Titanic, huh?” I interject. “I have this sinking feeling.” I’m also famous
for my dark sense of humor. It gets a good laugh.
Doc unbinds her copper hair and bends over me, covering my mouth with her own.
Our tongues battle. Not everything’s funny. I nip at her to show my anger.
It’s not enough to convey 1 part per million of what I feel, but she
understands the message. Her eyes get bright momentarily. At least she carries
a little guilt.
Too little it seems to me.
She looks at Dash as if to say, watch me, and takes the Pennec pole in both
hands. Slowly, carefully, she shows Dash and the cameras how unrestrained the
boner is. The wide latitude of free motion is horribly fascinating.
“You can see 18 inches of erectile tissue,” she says to no one in particular.
“Another 6 inches of aroused flesh are hidden in the pelvic region above and
behind the big love apples here.” She fondles the huge balls, which hang even
more loosely in my scrotum than before. “Very little is holding them to
Tommy’s body except one ligament, skin and many fragile nerves. We have to be
careful. If we enjoy ourselves too much he may be ripped loose.”
My wife and my favorite cock-cutting lover take turns riding, sucking and
petting the famous organs. Dash takes a long time with my balls, stuffing one
in her mouth until she almost swallows it, but it’s too big. When Doc mounts
me again, Dash steadies the base. Elena doesn’t fuck like a scientist, more
like a gymnast.
It wasn’t a mistake asking for this last gift, I decide. The wires to my brain
are still allowing me to enjoy one final hump with my babies. They’re both
beautiful as they suck and fuck my half-released meat, but my eyes keep coming
back to my first and only real love. The enormous blue, blue eyes, the full
lips, tight hips, sweeping lines, perfect tits, jutting nipples, flawless
complexion. It’s Dash’s mouth that makes me cum again finally.
Doc signals her assistant, who doses my cum tube with fluid as the
contractions begin. The balls react because the brain is telling them they’re
needed, but they don’t actually contribute. They’re shut off. I’ve already
been effectively castrated.
The preservative is a nice color, a sort of pearlescent violet. It flies high
into the air as Dash holds me almost vertical. Globules rain down on my chest
and stomach. Doc is right. It does hurt, but I’m no stranger to pain,
especially if it’s pain that I understand. The assistant surgeon has to load
another syringe when the phallic fountain fails to slow. Short seconds later,
the last dribbles roll down Dash’s fist and onto Doc’s. She joined in the
terminal act of pumping me.
My girls smile at each other. They do so love fucking the biggest dick in the
world.
Nurses tenderly but mechanically begin the clean-up with Dash attending to her
favorite man part once again.
The table tilts from a slight incline to horizontal then rises until my supine
chest is level with the bottom curves of Dash’s perky bosom. Doc has chosen to
perform the rest of the surgery seated on a low stool beneath the table. Dash
and two nurses, both very pretty as our nurses are, pull up ever so gently on
my loosened genitals, resting elbows on the table to help lock their position.
Taking up the slack helps Doc to see what she’s slicing.
The mind numbing fear that subsided during sex reinvents itself when Doc
closes my urethra and starts disconnecting nerves. After some snips, the
feeling is just gone. Following others, sensation fades slowly. The noble cock
still stands defiant before my eyes, but its tactile presence is vanishing.
Already, my mind tells me the sack and the left side of my shaft are missing.
Weirdly, I’m reminded of “2001: A Space Odyssey” when Dave, the astronaut,
shuts down succeeding elements of the mad, murderous HAL 9000 computer. “Dave,
stop. Dave.” Remember? The cutting of my genital nerves is like that, sad and,
well, unnerving.
Clip. There goes the head. That’s familiar. It’s been sliced off so many times
I’m used to its brief absences. This time, the feeling won’t return.
Doc is working too fast. I want her to slow down, let the male essentials live
just a few seconds longer. I almost suggest she explain to the audience which
nerve connections are being severed, if she knows. Most of my body’s central
nervous system is just that. Individual nerves feed into bigger nerves that
feed into the spinal column that feeds into the brain. Were I normal, Doc
would only have a few nerves to sever on her way to detaching my masculinity,
but here once more my male organs reveal their mutation. Doc says the nerve
connections are mazelike and disorganized.
The knife cuts again. A strip of the right side of the 18-inch mass blinks out
of existence. Strange to appear whole but to feel bereft.
When there was still some hope I could remain a man, Doc and Dash had
discussed this eventuality with me. How to neuter me. What would be least
painful for me, most exciting for the audience should the “repair” surgery go
awry. At one point, they almost had me convinced to allow them to dissect me
bit by bit. Scrotum first, balls next, left then right, then skinning the
penis, scalping the glans, peeling back the urethra like a licorice whip,
splitting the two main cavernosa and finally releasing them and the root from
the inside. Just as I was about to say yes — I mean I really couldn’t believe
it would ever happen — Doc looked at my face for a few seconds, patted my knee
and rejected the idea as too medically complicated. It would be impossible to
maintain my erection through all of that, she said. What’s happening now
became Contingency Plan B.
Only the barest feeling remains. The skin around my base is stretched, making
the prick appear well over 20 inches long instead of its former 18. It moves
slightly every time an elbow twitches. Doc makes a big cut. Abruptly, my
testicles shift. I don’t feel it except as a settling of weight against my
thighs.
“Oh!” Dash says surprised.
“Are they, are they...?” (Off?)
“I don’t know, Gus.” No one’s spoken in long minutes. The silence broken, Dash
cries again. Someone dabs at her eyes for her. She’s still holding me up while
Doc destroys me. A new nurse is ordered in to take the extra sloshy scrotum in
hand.
Doc stands, alarming everyone because of what it must mean. She edges in
between Dash and a nurse. She looks into my eyes, a strange play of emotions
crossing her face.
“Almost,” she tells me. Long pause. “Do you want to say anything Tommy, before
I...”
“Fuck you.” I interrupt.
Doc looks away and right into a camera, sees it and looks down, gripping the
edge of the table and a bloody scalpel with bloody gloves.
“I guess I deserve that,” she whispers to avoid having it recorded. Doesn’t
matter, the microphones will pick it up anyhow. They pick up everything. Sex,
violence, high emotions. Capture them all. They’re big sellers.
But, you know, I love her. Being a genius doesn’t make you infallible.
“I didn’t mean that, Elena, angel heart. Don’t ... just ... kiss me, you and
Dash, then let’s do this.”
Round of kisses, round of knife ‘round my cock. It’s another sweeping cut to
complete the unseen one below. Skin and the suspensory ligament were all that
remained.
Now it’s just the ligament, exposed under a peeled flap of skin and
miscellaneous tissue, stretched and ready for Doc’s knife. My hips rise to
ease the tension. Doc, Dash and the evil nurses pull again to compensate. I
cry out. Doc places the edge of the scalpel against the ligament, which is of
a width and depth commensurate with the rest of my enormousness. The tension
and the razor edge present the illusion of the ligament dividing itself,
splitting effortlessly despite its toughness. Then Doc’s knife is passing
through air.
No sound, no clipped orders. Time stops, reality runs for the door again.
Dash shifts her grip on the severed pieces of me, holding mainly the fantastic
engorged penis. Doc scoops up the testicles with one hand, knife at the ready
for any scrap of connection she might have missed. The nurses draw back and
out of the camera shots.
My lovers lift the genitals clear of my body. There’s a sucking noise as they
rise. The incredibly long root comes bloodily into view for the first time,
the bulbous end seeming too massive to have fit in a man’s groin. The freed
organs are hoisted high enough for me to see the audience between them and my
body. But wait, a last unnoticed vein is straining to keep me together. Doc
extends her scalpel too slowly. Dash is still lifting, oblivious to the
vessel. It snaps dramatically, as I’m sure Doc intended, the end flipping
upward and wiggling crazily for a moment.
I’ve been emasculated.
Tommy Pennec’s fabled manhood has been cut off.
The world’s greatest stud has been rendered a gelding.
I scream until someone puts a needle in my arm.
The last thing I see is Doc helping Dash to turn over the severed things so
they appear to project from an upright male body. My wife holds the great bone
and testes out to the crowd and the cameras. The sound is deafening, a riot.
More than 90 million people are watching worldwide. Their roar of — it sounds
like approval — invades my skull.
Surprisingly little blood drips from the perfectly culled meat. The tremendous
nuts sway ponderously as my wife parades naked with the organs. God, I had a
beautiful package.
Upon waking up, in more pain than I can remember, the first thing I see on the
monitors in my room is a replay of Doc gluing my sexless crotch together. A
tiny hole is left for piss to spill out of my bladder. I don’t look like a
woman, exactly. I’m too muscular and heavily framed. The effect is blankness,
a Ken doll in the flesh.
In the background, Dash stands nude, my organs in her hands. Spectators pass
by in a line as if the dead dick and balls were lying in state. The view
switches to another camera, closer to Dash and the dismembered parts. A number
of passersby are allowed to touch the riven manhood. The babymakers get a
surprising amount of attention considering it was the often-chopped cock that
was so famous.
The touchers must have paid extra. A few even grope Dash unexpectedly. One
aristocratic man pulls roughly on an erect nipple as if she were a common
whore. Her eyes flash, but she suffers the harsh treatment silently. A high-
fashion model whom I recognize from the memorable boning I gave her three
years ago, dips a long arm to briefly finger my wife’s clit. Dash accepts the
diddling more gracefully. The line finally ends and Dash walks to the booth
where the POTUS discreetly waits.
The video fades into a post-op interview with a tearful Dash and a sullen
Elena. I don’t want to hear what they have to say, but I do hear subdued
chatter as nurses come in and out.
The rumor around Severance Labs is that the president was thoroughly object-
fucked by Dash with my former penis in full view of her Secret Service agents.
She reportedly fondled the bull balls for several minutes and was allowed to
poke a sanitized finger deep into the opened scrotum. The President of the
United States wanted to feel my dead balls. Aren’t powerful people just
twisted?
I’m worried that I’m not reacting with enough emotion to the obscenities Doc
and Dash have perpetrated on me and what was mine. Then I realize a rather
large dose of drugs must be keeping me calm. Things aren’t so bad then, I
think. As long as Doc never lets me come down from this high, I won’t care
that my life as People’s “Sexiest (and best hung) Man Alive” is over.
Nullification? No biggy. So what if I’m not the stud I was? I can still...
well, not a helluva lot that matters when you realize how much of a man’s ego
is wrapped up in his virility. To walk into a room is to be recognized as a
man, to be judged and found desirable, or repulsive, to be feared or admired
or ignored — always as a man, except when you’re not.
CONFIDENTIAL: Severance Labs audio recording, Room 13B, 05-22-16, 11:14.
DASHIELE JOHNANSEN: “You don’t think we should have ripped it out there at the
end? More visually exciting?”
DR. ELENA SEVERANCE: “Dash, enough. It was as gory and dramatic as it needed
to be. To have ripped Tommy’s ... unit ... out just for the prurient effect
would have revealed us as ... hell, what we really are, I guess.”
DASHIELE JOHNANSEN: “And what would that be?”
DR. ELENA SEVERANCE: “Money grubbing bitches. Sick, sick torturers. Traitors.
This is how we show our love for him? We destroyed him physically,
psychologically. We are cruel women. We didn’t used to be.”
DASHIELE JOHNANSEN: “We’ve been over this. It had to end this way. Gus — Tommy
— was refusing to go along, remember? He wanted to stop. If the surgery had
been allowed to succeed, we wouldn’t be projecting $1 billion in total sales
for the neutering broadcast and related products. And it would have left us
without a pretext for bringing in the son to follow in the father’s footsteps
(tiny laugh) — his cocksteps.
“And ... still following me, Elena? Of course you are ... Severance Labs is
built on Tommy’s appeal. Sure, your discoveries, your medicines and procedures
will be worth more in the long run. But it’s our association with Tommy that
drives their marketing and makes us superstars. Tommy’s spectacular end
creates a perfect starting point for Angelo’s introduction. Tommy Pennec’s
oldest son! With his father’s tragic but sexy mutation!
“Chloe’s kid is a golden boy. He won’t require any of the cosmetic surgery
Tommy needed to be the cutest little hottie with a monster cock that the
teenage fan base has ever seen. Even his dick is prettier than Tommy’s.
Mothers will go wild over him, and gay men ... can you imagine?
“I hated it, too, but we destroyed Tommy for another reason. Yes, he’s usually
easy to manipulate, but you don’t know the way he feels about Angelo’s mom,
Chloe. If he was whole and healthy, he’d never allow us to ...”
DR. ELENA SEVERANCE: “Exploit?”
DASHIELE JOHNANSEN: “... her son, right. His son, too.”
DR. ELENA SEVERANCE: “Promise me, Dash. We’re not going to do to Angelo what
we did to Tommy. When the header length is played out, we give him the cure
and let him live the rest of his life intact.”
DASHIELE JOHNANSEN: “Of course, Elena, baby. The kid’s going to be just fine.
The Tommy phenomenon will probably fade in a few years. Hell, as far as that
goes, we’re already the only ‘reality’ show left. God, “Survivor 33: The
Antarctic” wrapped up, what, four years ago? But I want to ride this train
until it runs out of steam, which should be well before pretty Angelo runs out
of header.”
END OF RECORDING.
END OF TRANSCRIPT.
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The Shearers Delight | GAY, PENECTOMY, TESTICLES | A story of a young guy fulfilling his boyhood dreams of working in the great outdoors, finding love and being a sex slave in a fantastic relationship and giving up his cock willingly.It\'s a story with another guy who looses his balls unwillingly for being a total outright shit-head.The story contains ball torture, ball stretching, tattoos and body piercing.A story with Bboy\'s favourite theme intertwined within. | ` The Shearers Delight `
By: Littledick.
I was a randy little bugger throughout my early teenage years and high school
was a time of enjoying my mates and being used at every opportunity. I had
been caught several times pulling myself off or with someone else humping my
butt. However I hated high school and was looking forward to being old enough
to leave and get a job on a farm somewhere, that’s what my dream was. It had
been a dream ever since I can remember to be a farm boy.
The foster home I was in was kinda alright as I had been in a few by now and
this lot Ben and Evelyn were the first that didn’t abuse me or force me to
work for my keep but these two encouraged me in every way. They had said they
would support me in what ever I wanted to do once I left school an encouraged
me to follow my dreams. I found a job notice in the General Store window even
though it wasn’t a new note, it was there. “Boy wanted to help in shearing
gang”, general hand. Travel around the country side with gang for months at a
I wrote down the phone number and gave him a call. A guy answered and sounded
rather nice over the phone. He asked me all manner of questions, I thought he
would never stop and at the end of it he said he would like to meet me. He
told me that he would be back through town in a few weeks and would call me
and meet both my guardians and I.
Those few weeks seem to drag out, but school still had a couple of months to
go before it finished. It would still be six weeks before my eighteenth
birthday once I was free to started work. The few weeks came and went and no
word, I tried to ring again but no one answered the phone. I was beginning to
get a little disappointed as there was no other work offering in the district
other than in foundry type place. I wanted to be out and about as it were in
the clean country air.
Saturday rolled around again and it was late in the afternoon when my foster
mum called out that there was a Tyrone to see me. My heart skipped a beat, I
was only dressed in a blue nylon Singlet that clung to my body and a pair of
well fitting board shorts that both showed my bubble butt and nice package
around front. I was proud of my six and half inch cock that fell over my
rather large plump lemon sized balls in their hairless floppy bag. My natural
light blond hair shone and my electric blue eyes sparkled with electricity and
excitement.
I entered the front room of the house and there was this gorgeous, rugged
looking man who would have been over six foot three inches tall, slim athletic
looking with muscles on muscles with a huge package bulging out the front of
his shearing jeans. He looked like he was in his mid twenties; he seemed to
dwarf me being only five foot four inches tall as he reached out his hand to
shake mine. All I can say was there was an instant connection between us as
our eyes locked together for some time.
We sat and talked about the job he was offering, I was hooked by him alone. I
struggled not to allow my cock to swell or show that it was and give my sexual
preference away but I am sure he noticed my cock moving in my shorts as my
cock became semi rigid and the shorts begin to tent a little. It was my foster
father who asked all the important questions, like pay and all the other
things. Tyrone asked my age again as I looked so young and very boyish. I
showed him my birth certificate and he was happy. He asked if I had any school
reports and I responded yes they are in my room.
My foster mum said why you don’t take Tyrone up to your room and show him your
reports and your school projects you have up there. So I lead the way up the
stairs, I am sure he was licking his lips as he watched my butt as we went up.
He was impressed with what he saw, he moved passed me to get a closer look at
one of my school projects and I am sure my cock stiffened as it rubbed the
back of his butt as he passed by. As he came back passed me again but this
time cock to cock, his hand touched my front and my cock responded and if
anything I extenuated it some as I thrust myself slightly forward rather than
away, he would have felt my semi hard cock behind the material of my shorts.
He responded by a smile but didn’t say anything, he would have also seen some
of my art work on the walls that was of a gay nature and one of them had the
gay pride rainbow flag in it.
After that we went down stairs again and he said in front of my parents that I
had the job and could start after Christmas. We made arrangements for him to
pick me up two days after Christmas, with that Tyrone left; I went up stairs
and had a good old wank. I must have shot a bucket of cum as it felt like it
was never going to stop in my exhilaration of what just happened.
The next few months passed slowly but I was able to say my good byes to my
school mates who were also moving on to the city and get myself ready for the
new job. My foster parents of two years the longest I ever had bought me some
shearing jeans and work boots for Christmas. They also wanted to keep in touch
and if things didn’t work out to come back as they didn’t want me to think I
had no where to go or people to support me.
It was early in the morning when Tyrone rang the bell on the day to pick me
up. My parents helped me put my few positions in the back of his car and it
wasn’t long before we were off. Tyrone told my folks we had a two day drive to
catch up with the rest of his shearing team. I was excited as the car pulled
away, as I headed to my first job and independence.
We talked about all manner of things, but the subject of sex did not come up
at this point. We stopped for lunch at a servo before continuing the trip. It
was mid-after noon and I had fallen asleep sprawled out in the passenger front
seat dressed only in shorts and no top by this stage. I woke when I felt a
hand on my right leg. My cock stood at full attention at the same time which I
could not hid in the flimsy semi loose material of my shorts. It wasn’t long
before my dick stood at full attention tenting within my shorts which also
began to develop a growing wet spot.
Tyrone had a huge smile on his face as he saw what was happening before him
between my legs. You like that don’t you boy? I looked at him straight in the
eyes and said, yes love it! There was no point in denying it. Tyrone simply
smiled, before saying fantastic; I thought I got the right vibes from you the
day we meet and I interviewed you. He then went on to say that I was all his
before returning his full attention to the road ahead as we ducked and weaved
through some hilly country side. With me pondering what he had exactly in his
mind for me, but deeply knowing I would accept and love it anyway, as I loved
being a bottom in sex. This is the part I accepted as mine at school as well.
I always allowed others to screw me rather than we doing them.
I must have fallen asleep again as I woke when Tyrone’s hand when up the leg
of my loose shorts and fondled with my package. We had pulled up under the
shade of some large trees in the middle of no where. He was rolling my balls
between his fingers as he commented, I love your large marbles in there floppy
soft and loose hairless bag boy. My four inch slack cock started to stand to
attention and grow to its full six and a half inches fully erect. He squeezed
and softly pummelled my balls and watched my reaction. When he saw that I
didn’t pull back from him or try to protect my nuts he started to increase the
intensity with both hands. I let out a groan with out moving my hands to
protect my balls when all of a sudden my cock spewed fourth shooting wad after
wad of my boy juice all over his hands, my balls and the insides of my shorts.
I thought I was never going to stop shooting as bountiful amount of boy cum
flew everywhere.
Tyrone pulled his drenched hand from my rather wet shorts. He tasted my cum
that was dripping from his hand, before telling me to lick both his hands
clean. When I had finished licking my own cum from his hands he pounded a
clenched fist twice into my unprotected balls. I sat there and let him do it,
to my surprise I fired another load of hot boy cum into my shorts and crotch
already drenched from before.
He then pulled his monster cock out that swelled to some eleven inches or so
very quickly and ordered me to suck it and not spill a drop. As I sucked him I
began to fondle his rather huge balls. Before I knew it I was drowning in hot
spunk as I tried to gulp it down without spilling a drop. He tasted so good
and I didn’t want to loose a drop of his nectar.
Once we had both recovered from our sexual romp we got going once more. I had
no idea how far we had come and just how much further we had to go to reach
our destination. As evening came Tyrone wanted to get off the road at the
kangaroos where a real problem on the roads out in the middle of Western
Australia. We found a roadhouse and refuelled the car and got something to eat
and a room for the night in a motel. The room was nothing special but it had
air conditioning and a television.
No sooner inside the room Tyrone was pulling my runners off followed by my
spunk smelling and stained shorts off me which he threw across the room. He
tossed me no the bed whilst he almost tore his own cloths off. He told me to
get my legs up as he got me into position to go riding for the night. He
looked deep into my electric blue eyes as his monstrous cock stiffened. I had
never taken an eleven inch thick cock up my ass before. Six inches was the
biggest I had ever taken and Tyrone’s rod would have been four or five times
thicker than I had ever experienced as well. However I was determined that I
was going to take him come what may, even if my arse tore open. I didn’t want
to disappoint him in any way.
As he greased his cock and stuck the tip at my puckered hole I hoped I could
satisfy Tyrone. I think he knew what I was thinking as he started to push his
rock had rod into me. I tried to relax my sphincter muscles as best as I
could. Just as he started to enter me I could feel the pain increase as he
began to open me up. As he continued pushing at my hole it started to open to
the point it never been before. I thought my butt was going to tear open at
any moment. Tyrone smiled as he continued to watch my face; he could see I was
putting on a gallant effort to accommodate him and all his desires.
The pain got to the point I thought I was going to loose it. I could feel him
starting to make some head way with his cock. The pain commenced to give way a
little once his shaft was in but I realised he still had another ten more
inches to plunge into me. Tyrone kept up just slowly forcing his monster into
me as if we were becoming one. His sweat started dripping off his forehead
onto my balls. I swear I could feel my tonsils were being attacked from with
in as I realised his balls were slapping my butt.
Next Tyrone’s hips were against my butt and the both of us smiled at each
other. He rested for a moment before he began to pull eight or nine inched of
his hard rod out of me before he slowly thrust it back in. Pain gave way to
shear delight in me as I settled into the rhythm of his pumping cock with my
more than stretched butt. The expression on Tyrone’s face showed he too was in
raptures as he continued his humping of my boy pussy. My crotch was awash in
both our perspiration and Tyrone’s rhythm increased. He was fighting his urges
to cum, but as he did he began to throw his clenched fists into my defenceless
nuts gathered between my legs. My cock was pointing straight up towards my
face. When he let out a huge grunt the intensity of his fists increased and
before long we were both grunting in unison. With one huge slam of his hip I
am sure once again my tonsils were hit by the head of his cock.
Before I knew it, he was firing his cock like ceremonial canons within me. At
the same time I exploded as wad after wad of cum splattered up my chest and
face. I could still feel Tyrone shooting his cock deep within me as he
collapsed over spunk soaked chest. All he said was that I was one hot fuck boy
before he kissed me deeply. We lay together for some time and I could feel his
cock softening within me before he pulled out. But I was convinced my butt was
still wide open even when he had been out of me for a few minutes.
Once Tyrone rolled off me the two of us lay there together for some time. I
must have dozed off because the next thing I knew was Tyrone was lifting my
legs again to mount me once more. He didn’t seem to need to force so much this
time to penetrate me and the pain was no where near as extreme as it was
before. As he got in to it I started to play with my cock and got slapped
across the face and told to leave it alone, that I was not to touch myself.
Sorry was my only reply and Tyrone just smiled as he went about his business.
As he got into it he picked up my left ball and slowly commenced squeezing it
between his fingers with both hands. As he could fell himself getting closed
to climaxing he increased the pressure on my left nut. It got to the stage I
thought I was going to burst and the pain was something else, but I wasn’t
going to give into the pain he was causing me but to learn to appreciate and
run with it.
With a huge thrust Tyrone blast within me again and at the same time squeezed
my left ball where I thought it had been ruined but all that happened was I
shoot my wad again. My nut was sore and swollen and ached like I had never
felt before. It hurt as it rolled around in its sack by itself. As Tyrone
continued to fondle my nuts each time he touched the left one a shoot of pain
blasted off within my groin and I am sure my cock spewed a bit more boy juice
out onto the mess that was all over me.
Tyrone started scooping the goo from my chest and crotch and forced me to
swallow it. Then he grabbed my by the balls again, my left nut protested in
pain and he dragged me around the room and eventually into the shower where he
washed me off and slapped my hands if they got anywhere near my cock and
balls. He then got me to wash him off. He lifted my small body compared to his
and tossed me onto the bed where he joined me and we both fell asleep in each
others arms felling totally spent.
It was early morning when Tyrone repositioned me to give me another good
fucking. This time he took hold of the right nut and tortured it as he screwed
me. My left nut was still somewhat tender from its assault from the time
before. This time he started increasing the pressure on my nut well before he
neared his climax. As he reached his climax he began slamming his clenched
fists into both my balls and continued hitting my nuts with each shoot he
pushed deep into my guts. As I to shoot he pounded both balls again. One of
his hands came up and pushed me back on the bed. I was pinned with his cock
well and truly imbedded up my butt and his hand around my throat as he kept up
slamming his other fist into my balls long after we had both finished
shooting. My cock kept trying to push more and more boy cream out and I was
sure I was dry but Tyrone wasn’t convinced. It wasn’t long when it felt like I
was shooting again and he kept up with pounding my balls it till he was sure I
was dry shooting.
He pulled out and my ass felt like it had been torn open to twice the girth of
his massive cock. My balls we on fire and my groin and guts still felt like he
was pounding away at my nuts. Tyrone just hugged me and I was sure my balls
were the size of basket balls and damaged beyond repair. I was not allowed to
touch them as Tyrone wanted to screw me one more time before we got up and
headed out on the road again.
As hew screwed me for the fourth time over night my nuts just hurt lying
there, but I loved the feeling and I wanted to satisfy all Tyrone’s needs what
ever they were. He seemed gentler this time. My guts ached regardless and he
could tell I was hurting for him and he appreciated it. He had to work a lot
harder himself this time to reach his own climax and as he did he grabbed both
my nuts and cock and pumped them together. The pain in my balls and groin was
immense but he kept it up and I am sure we came together, but all I shoot was
a miserable dribble and he knew he had almost drained me dry. He let my balls
go and kept pumping my cock for some time. He said you better shoot boy or I
will pound your balls into mush. As he kept pumping away I was not sure I was
able to shoot but the first fist into the balls convinced them to spew out
some watery fluid but again Tyrone kept pumping away. He hit my nuts again as
they started to pull up and my cock convulsed but nothing came out. Good he
said I have finally dried my boy out that should keep you satisfied for the
day and your hands away from your package that I own.
We got up and showered again and as we got out of the shower Tyrone produced a
large dildo which he greased before he pushed it up my arse and said get used
to it boy. I want you to absorb all of my seed that is in you and it is a
reminder that you butt is mine and mine alone boy. It felt weird as I moved
with the dildo up my rear and my balls ached as they swung between my legs as
they were swollen to the size of grapefruits. He handed me my spunk stained
shorts and said wear these with pride boy. My shorts sure bulged with my
swollen balls taking up so much room.
After we had something to eat we were on the road again and it didn’t take me
long to doze off feeling somewhat satisfied with my lot in life as well as
exhaustion from all the activity. I was suddenly awakened when Tyrone swung
his left hand into my more that sore nuts. He wanted me to suck him off as we
drove along, so I complied and it wasn’t long before I was swallowing for all
I was worth. I felt the car swerve slightly as he reached his climax but
nothing was said until I had cleaned him up and come up for breath.
The only thing we stopped for was petrol and a bite to eat as Tyrone wanted to
make it all the way through to where we were going to be working for several
weeks. It was mid afternoon when we drove through a small town then nothing
for three hours when we turned off the road and headed down a rather dusty
bumpy track and then another half hour or so before we came across some
buildings. As we arrived the land holder came out to great us. Tyrone
introduced me to Jack and his wife Mary as his new helper and that the rest of
the team would be here tomorrow.
Jack said well you know the way to the shearing sheds which was about a
kilometre from the house and we will see you for tea in an hour. Our
accommodation was just opposite the shearing sheds and Tyrone and I settled
into the Boss’ Room that had a large bed in it. The others all had single beds
with three or four to a room. We had tea with Jack and Mary before Jack came
down to the shearing sheds with us. I sensed that Jack knew that Tyrone and I
made up some sort of item but I had no idea what was in store for me. I also
sensed I wouldn’t have long to wait to find out either.
I was lead into the shearing sheds and Tyrone pulled my singlet off and
removed my shorts and told me to get my sneakers off. Jack came in with some
ropes and it wasn’t long before I was spread eagled between two posts. Jack
commented, you have a good specimen of a boy in this one Tyrone! Yeah and he
loves getting his balls knocked around as you can tell they are rather swollen
after last nights affair. He also had that butt plug in all day like a good
little boy, so we had better clean him out before we start the treatment. I
had no idea what this treatment was going to be and there was absolutely
nothing I could do about it. But then deep within I wanted it regardless and I
couldn’t wait for it either.
The dildo was removed and another put in its place, then all of a sudden I
felt fluid entering my butt. The solution seemed to never end and after some
time my guts got tighter and tighter. With out warning the hose connected to
the dildo was pulled out and it felt like everything in me came rushing out
including all my inner organs. It felt good to fell somewhat normal but that
wasn’t to last as I was filled again. This time they made me hold it for quite
a length of time before it was released. Once more the splattering sound of
the rush of fluid out of me sounded like my guts had been turned inside out
and lay on the floor under me.
I didn’t take long to dry in the warm night air that flowed across my body.
Once I was dry the clippers came out and I was given a number three buzz-cut,
my beautiful blond hair lay on the ground about my feet. My under arms were
also done along with the small pubic bush I had. The hair on the floor was
gathered and put into a plastic bag and I was told I could keep it as a
memento of tonight.
Next some cold gooey past was smeared over my entire body, neck to toes,
copious amounts were pushed between my butt crack, and not one part of my
torso was missed. Then very carefully my hair line was done and my neck,
followed by my face right level with my ear-line on my sideburns. My whole
body started to itch and warm up and it got quiet uncomfortable but I made no
noise to indicate how bad it was. Jack commented he handles this entirely
well, you have a good one hear mate!
Yes I am proud of my boy! I had no idea what they were doing to me. Before I
knew it I was told I was not to touch myself in any way as they began to untie
me making sure that my skin was covered were the ropes had been was well
covered. Some of the goo had soaked through the ropes but more goo was put on
these areas. I was made to get into a bath of another fluid and told to wash
my body but not my head and face. Once I had been in this solution for fifteen
minutes I had to pull the plug. Jack then told me to close my eyes and
something was poured over my head and face.
Before I knew what was happening cold water was being squirted over my head.
Then I was told to stand up as they rinsed the rest of my body in the cold
water. I immediately noticed that the few hairs on my legs were gone along
with what had been left of my pubic hair after the clippers were used on them.
A second lot of cream was applied over my face and neck followed by the rest
of my body. Tyrone said he would kick my balls with his safety boots on if I
tried to touch any area of my body. So I stood there like a naughty little boy
for all to see.
I didn’t know what to do when Jack’s Mary walked in, but I dare not touch
myself, so I stood there feeling rather stupid. Then Mary commented to both
men looks like you have a good little boy there! Tyrone said he is just so
good, never complains, he’s going to make a good sex slave and partner it
think. After an hour I was washed again and some baby oil was poured over me
to finish the process off. Jack and Mary left saying we will do him again in
the morning to complete the job, good night boys.
Not wanting to disappoint Tyrone I didn’t even ask what they had done and were
going to do with me. That night Tyrone removed the butt plug and screwed me
twice but did not pound my balls so I didn’t get to cum. Early in the morning
before breakfast Jack came down to help Tyrone redo me but this time with a
different stuff to the night before. This time I simply stood with my arms up
and legs spread as they covered me with this new goo.
I could feel my skin getting hot but not itchy. Jack pushed a thermometer up
my arse and said, yes his temperature is up and we need to wait till it goes
down. A half an hour later the thermometer was reinserted and my temperature
was down again. I was hosed down and recoated in the stuff but this time I got
more than itchy and my skin went red. Tyrone picked up a cricket bat and said
touch yourself and your nuts get this. He didn’t have to tell me twice.
Some forty five minutes passed before the redness started to leave my skin and
an hour before it had completely gone. The guys put on latex gloves and
covered me in cream again and massaged the stuff in so my skin adsorbed it.
They left nothing untouched with the gear even doing my neck and face. They
left me naked and I stood in the back of the Ute and driven up to the house
for breakfast. I had to sit on a stool with a small towel under my butt. There
was no point in felling embarrassed as Mary had all ready seen everything that
I had to offer and she knew what they were doing to me anyhow.
After breakfast I was given a warm shower and given a small pair of shorts to
wear. The rest of the morning was spent getting ready for the rest of the team
to arrive. It was during this time Tyrone told me that I would never be able
to grow body hair of any sort ever again. This included facial hair. With my
hairline and neck done all Tyrone had to do was cut my hair to the length he
wanted. I have to admit that I now looked even younger than before; I would
always find it hard with out Tyrone around to vouch for me to get into a pub
for an adult for many years to come. I have to admit that I like the idea as
well as the smooth soft feel of my soft ball sack rubbing against my smooth
legs as I moved around felt really good.
Once the entire shearing team had arrived I was introduced as Tyrone’s boy
Mark. There were twelve other guys in the team. Five shearers, one wool
classer besides Tyrone, two guys who worked the wool bailers, two shed hands a
cook and kitchen hand and me. So there were fourteen of us in total. My job
would be sweeping up on the shearing deck around the shearers as they worked.
I would still be sleeping with Tyrone and that would never change.
The following morning the real work would start in earnest. There were some
twenty two thousand sheep to be shorn on this property. The days were long and
hot. The sex was great but I hadn’t shoot my load for several days and my cock
was semi hard all the time and all I wanted to do was have a good old wank to
relieve it. We had just finished for the day and were starting to clean up for
the evening meal when I slipped out the back and dropped my pants and began
beating off. I was more than well into it when one of the guys caught me.
Tyrone came running out and he was furious with me. He grabbed me by the balls
and dragged me back to our room, I thought he was going to pound my balls but
he wasn’t going to give me the satisfaction of a climax. He stripped me off
and took me to the showers and once dry he unceremoniously shoved the butt
plug up my arse with one hard push. Then he dressed me in a new pair of tight
fitting shearing pants and padlocked the waist band closed and then a smaller
padlock was placed through the top of the zipper once up and locked it to the
waist band lock. He said I would either have to piss my pants or get him to
supervise me every time I wanted to take a leak.
Jack came down after the meal and Tyrone and I went off with him. He took us
into another building which was a barn with a veterinary surgery area. I was
unlocked and told to strip and get up on the table with my legs hanging over
the end of the table and laying on my back. I couldn’t see what they were
doing between my legs but they had strapped my legs to the legs of the table.
A large strap was put around my chest and my arms tied pulled up to the far
end of the table. All I could feel was them rub something cold on my cock.
Something was pushed down the eye of my cock into the urethra. Then Tyrone
came up and simply said trust me boy and placed a hood over my head so I
couldn’t see anything. My cock was laded back on my pubic area come stomach on
something solid under it that had been placed there. Suddenly there was a load
thud and I felt a sharp cutting sensation on the underside of my cock. The
pain was short and sharp followed by more cold stuff poured over the head of
my cock. I then felt something thick being pushed into my cock and out the
head of it. I couldn’t work out what they were doing to me but I knew it was
Tyrone holding my cock by his unique touch. Jack was doing something with what
ever had been pushed into my cock. A whirring sound began followed by and
increase in the volume of the sound. The sound stopped and not long after I
felt a weight tugging on my cock head.
Tyrone commented love it followed by more cold stuff poured onto my nipples. I
wasn’t prepared when something sharp was pushed through my left nipple
impaling it. In no time the same thing happened to the right nipple, then
there was a lot of tugging on the right nipple and then the left as something
else was pushed through them. Then the hood was pulled off and the straps
holding me were released. It was then that I saw the eight gauge silver
encapsulated rings with a larger silver ball in each horizontally through each
of my nipples as they hung there. But I wasn’t prepared mentally to see a
large four inched in diameter “000” gauge thick ring through the head of my
cock. A twenty five millimetre diameter ball encapsulated the two ends of the
ring and rattled as I moved. I was like a cat with bells on its collar to warn
the birds that the cat was coming. Now everyone would hear the rattle if I
played with myself or when I was walking around. You could tell the difference
between the intensity of the rattle between walking and when I was having a
wank.
I was also surprised that there was little blood anywhere. Some brown solution
was washed over each of the three wound sites and I was made to walk back to
the bunk house for all to see and hear my rattle. The guys all let out load
cheers as I entered the room with my cock ring clanking away. One of the guys
said you will be heard for miles next time you try having a wank now boy.
Tyrone said yeah and he will never get that boy dicky of his into anything
again. No butt or mouth will take that ring as boys only piss out of their
dickies. The cock ring stung every now and then as it moved and the weight
took some getting used too, especially during the healing period.
In bed that night Tyrone put more antiseptic on each of the sights and fucked
my butt a couple of times. He said that he wasn’t going to allow me to cum for
some time as the wound had to heal and that would take a few weeks. Next
morning each of the rings and wound sites were cleaned. I was dressed in my
tight jeans with my cock pointing upwards and the ring was held up by the
padlock securing the waist band and zipper lock. I groaned a couple of times
through the day as my cock pulled on the ring when I moved awkwardly. Tyrone
poured some antiseptic over each site several time during the day to ensure
they didn’t get infected.
A couple of days later I was taken over to the vet clinic again, but this time
I was tied into a chair with no explanation given. My head was secured to a
“U” shaped bracket in the back of the chair. I would be pierced five times
tonight. Both eyebrows were pierced with a ring put in each. An eight gauge
ring through the septum of the noise and an eight gauge through the tongue. A
barbell would be pierced through the bridge of the noise by my eyebrows.
Nothing else was done whilst we were here for this trip. We finished the shed
and had to move on to the next property. Six months had passed when we had a
bit of a break for two weeks. It was during this time Tyrone asked if I was
happy with everything? I replied, yes! He then asked if I would consider
committing myself to being his partner and slave for life and would I allow
him to do anything in body modifications to me. I didn’t need to think twice
as I was now over eighteen and answered, yes! He hugged me tightly for some
time. He said he would announce it to the rest of the gang when we all got
together for the next shed.
To celebrate he took me to a piercing shop that he knew and had my noise ring
replace with a five millimetre thick ring that was be permanently cold welded
closed, the bottom of the ring sat on top of my lip about fifteen millimetres
below the bottom of my noise. My nipple rings were also replaced with eight
gauge rings. Tyrone also selected two rings and we both wore them on the left
hand ring finger. Both rings were the same in design to symbolise our
commitment together.
We went back to our motel room and I was screwed several times and each time
Tyrone shoot he would pound my balls till I had cum. When we got back to the
others Tyrone announced our commitment to the cheers of the guys. It was Aaron
one of the shearers that was most pleased and I was about to find out why and
what a couple of his hobbies were starting that night.
In the shed we were in at present there wasn’t much contact with the farmer
after the days work was done. So each night after the team had eaten Tyrone,
Aaron and I went to our room where Aaron got out his tattoo hand piece and
inks. Tyrone wanted a flames coming out of my ring gear in my butt and the
rest of my butt he wanted tattooed so it looked like a baboons butt in blues
and purples and reds, but he wanted the colours blending in so my butt stood
out in bright colours.
I was grateful that I didn’t have a big butt as my butt is one of those cutely
shaped ones with unbelievable definition; you know the ones with big dimple in
each thigh area. Followed by delightfully rounded well-formed mounds that
stood out like ripe young melons which more than emphasised the valley that
lay between them. When I lie on my back and lift my legs into the air the
valley open up naturally to expose the opening to my boy fanny that begged to
be taken and used.
While I stood up Aaron drew on my butt in pen to get the proportions right of
Tyrone’s wishes. He drew the flame first and then looked at several coloured
pictures of the monkey’s butt that Tyrone wanted used. Once he had everything
right I had to lie on the bed butt up whilst they got ready. All I could do
was wonder how much pain this would cause me whilst the two of them got all
set up.
Aaron started and the hand piece buzzed into life. He started by blacking the
outline in over my butt and then got Tyrone to spread my butt whilst he did
the lines that went down my butt crack and finished close to my ring gear area
that stung like hell as the needles pushed the ink into my skin. The outline
took him over an hour to do so we had a break before commencing again. This
time they had me laid out on my back but with me legs up and Aaron commenced
colouring the flame in down by my anus. The two of them laugh from time to
time as my ring gear move around like it was begging for it. After a couple
more hours they called a halt to it for the night. I was cleaned up and some
thick cream was placed over the area that had been tattooed. I would have to
spend the night lying on my stomach, but Tyrone was there with me and ran his
hands over my smooth body and played with my balls throughout the night.
Morning arrived and the two of us showered and Tyrone creamed me up again
before I pulled on my pants to be once again locked into them. I was
remarkable surprised at how quickly the tattoo settled and didn’t really cause
me much discomfort. The procedure continued over several nights as they worked
on areas that had not been touched before. Then we had to wait a couple of
weeks to let everything heal before they could go back over areas they wanted
to enhance.
Whilst they waited for my butt to heal the two of them worked on my long
floppy ball sack. Tyrone would stretch it out till he got it tight whilst
Aaron tattooed away. My ball sack started on from the flame around my ring and
as they got further away the colour changed from red and yellows to a bright
orange colour that the rest of the sack would be done in. Again the front of
the sack was done the same but as they got close to my cock the colour
lightened back to yellow and then a florescent green colour as they got to the
base of my cock.
Again they were still waiting on my butt to fully heal so they began on my boy
dick itself from where they had finished with my now bright orange ball sack.
They would work the florescent green up the shaft to where my circumcision
scar was and this was done in the orange to just under the corona. The corona
around my cock head was done in a darker green as well as around the eye of
the head and just into it. The rest of the head was done in a purple colour. I
was glad when they said they had finished my cock. I looked like some sort of
alien with my long and low orange ball sack swinging between my legs not to
mention my green cock bobbing around when I was naked. Tyrone said he had
always wanted to fuck an alien and now he had one. Several more long sessions
were spent on my butt to finish it off.
During this time we had moved sheds several times. I know I spent time looking
in a mirror looking at what they had done to me and I knew there was
absolutely no going back now as this is a permanent body modification. But
they had no where near finished with me yet. Tyrone now wanted to connect my
baboon’s coloured butt to the front so it looked like I had a permanent pair
of Speedo’s on. Across my pubic bone area a Superman Badge was tattooed but
above that in yellow the words “Tyrone’s Balls” was done then the rest of the
area was done in an electric blue to match my eyes. The blue was continued
around my waist to meet up with the tattoo on my butt forming what looked like
a sprayed on pair of everlasting Speedo’s.
When all this had healed I was to find out that Aaron’s second hobby was
branding and that Tyrone wanted two brandings done on me. One on my right hand
butt and one on my right hand pectoral. Tyrone had a brand made up of a “T”
and a “J” for his last name. The brand was fifty millimetres tall and about
thirty millimetres wide. It was made up of a capitol “T” with the “j” coming
off the right hand side of the top stroke of the “T” at right angles and the
“j” curled under the bottom of the “T”.
I had let Tyrone do everything and anything he wanted to when it came to my
body but I was nervous about being branded. However I was not going to start
to question him now. We had just finished another shed and had two weeks
before the next so Tyrone wanted the branding done before we pulled out so I
could heal whilst between jobs. Tyrone would not let the other guys watch as
this was something we were doing between ourselves. The guys would see the
results soon enough. I was shown the brand before they heated it up and the
metal it was made from was not very thick at all. Nothing like the ones you
see used on cattle thankfully.
Tyrone came over and said lets get ready, he went on to say that he really
loved me for letting him do what he wanted to me. I can see you are nervous
about this one but I will be here for me he told me. I asked if he could gag
me for this one, he agreed. I was tied spread eagled between two posts. A
third short post came up to my waist and a belt went around my waist leaving
my butt free seeing my cock and balls were pressing against the post. It also
gave free access to my front top part of my body.
Aaron had the brand heated to the correct temperature. Tyrone told me I had to
try not and move at all when it came to my front. Tyrone stood behind me with
his arm around the top of my head so I could not lean back and away from the
brand. Aaron positioned himself so that the bottom of the brand was just above
the areola of my right nipple and would not bleed into it as the scare formed
so that it all stood out once healed. Aaron nodded to Tyrone and pushed the
white hot metal into the skin of my right pectoral muscle. I grunted into the
gag and it was over before it started really. Long enough to make the brand
stand out raised and clear but not to long so it would become a mess and have
no definition. Tyrone came around front and kissed me as the smell of burnt
flesh rose in the air.
The brand was put back to be heated once again as I hung there with sweat
dripping of my body. For this branding Tyrone kept kissing me. I didn’t see
Aaron nod to Tyrone but Tyrone certainly felt me tense up and grunt into the
gag again when the brand hit my butt. Once Aaron had finished he left us
whilst Tyrone took the gag out but left me still tied up, he said this is
going to sting a little as I want your brands to have a bit on me in them. I
had no idea what he meant but then he commenced to piss on me. His salty urine
sure stung and the bit that got me in my mouth was sure salty as he aimed for
my chest. Then he pulled himself off and cum over his hand. He put about half
his cum in the other hand and wiped one over the brand on my butt and the
other on the one on my chest. Again I was in pain as he massaged his seed into
my fresh unhealed brands.
Whilst I was still tied he began to hit me in the balls till I came in his
hand. He then swallowed some of my spunk but then rubbed the rest of my own
into each branding. He said we now have a bit of both of us in each other. He
had collected some of his piss and poured it over each of my brands again. My
butt and chest hurt like hell and I thought it would never end when Tyrone
wanked himself off again so he could rub more of his seed into me like he was
polishing the brands. The odd tear ran down my face as he continued to rub my
brands with his spunk laden hands.
That night I had so lay on my left hand side, seeing I could not bear to lie
or put any pressure on my right butt check or chest. In the morning Tyrone
massaged more of his spunk into me before we both showered together. The warm
water made the wounds sting again, but nothing like the salt water Tyrone
dispense over the brands before I dried off. He then put some anti-bacterial
cream on both brandings and covered them in sterile dressings before I put on
a loose singlet and shorts to travel in.
It took a couple more days for the brands to settle down where they didn’t
need to be covered. After two weeks they were well on the way to being healed.
A month out and the scabs had almost gone leaving the two branding clear and
well raise in a pink come reddish colour that stood out for all to see. These
two brands always stood out and there was no hiding them for the rest of my
life. You could even make them out when dressed. The branding on my butt was
well raised and would pushed the fabric out of my shearing jeans just enough
to make an impression. When my jeans got a little dirty the shape of the brand
seemed to get dirty first and then it really stood out. In a singlet you could
also see the one on my pectoral muscle as well. Several of the farmers and
their farm hands would ask questions especially about my butt and the others
would just say he’s branded to show who he belongs too. This would often raise
an eyebrow or two and some even wanted to see it. Tyrone would only show them
the one on my chest as he didn’t want to explain my butt tattoo and our
relationship.
Our relationship was one that I treasured and grew from strength to strength.
Tyrone had fit a heavy stainless steel collar around the neck of my scrotum
that was fairly loose and most of the time it pushed my balls to the bottom of
their sack constantly stretching both ball cords and sack alike. My nuts hung
eight inches from my boy pussy hole and Tyrone wanted my nut sack re-tattooed
as with the stretching the bright orange colour had faded a little.
So Aaron was asked to redo my marble bag again with Tyrone’s help in
stretching it out again to make it easy to tattoo. It took a couple of weeks
to finish and once again my nuts stood out in their bright orange sack. The
ball stretcher was replaced once the sack was healed. One thing Tyrone had
made was a new pair of shearing pants that had a hole in the crotch where my
balls would sit. They were a tight fit and hugged my body and crotch, so as I
was pulling them on Tyrone would fish the ball sack out through the hole and
then we would have to force one ball at a time through the hole. This would
then leave my balls hanging half way down my legs between my crotch and knees.
There was several press stud fasteners around the hole so a specially designs
pouch could be put over my nuts to cover them but still leave them more than
vulnerable for all to get at, play with and or attack.
It was when we got back to Jack and Mary’s place that we had time to sit
around and talked with them as we waited a couple of days for the others to
arrive. The four of us were talking when Jack asked me what I found the most
frustrating thing in my own life. I answered, it would have to be my cock, it
seems to have a mind of its own and trying not to wank it was a real major
hassle. I went on to say sometimes as it moves in my jeans it just goes off by
itself. Tyrone spoke up and said so that’s why there have been spunk stains in
you jeans. Yes was all I said, so other than that I love my life with Tyrone.
Not much else was said about my comment at that point. However one day when we
were alone Tyrone asked me how much frustration dose my dicky cause me? I
answered a real lot. I mean I only use it to piss from as you pound my balls
when you allow me to cum other than that it is useless and gets in the way all
the time. There was a very long silence before Tyrone suggested what if we cut
it off! I too took some time before I answered; it would help a real lot, but
only if we were to take the whole thing, including its root and ligaments all
the way done to the bone that it is attached to. I wouldn’t want to feel the
bit under the skin getting hard either. I would like it if it appeared that I
never had a dick at all!
Tyrone was not surprised by my answer he just hadn’t thought I would be
willing to loose it all. He enquired; you mean you would be willing to give up
you dicky for me? Yes, and you could have it mounted as a trophy as a constant
reminder I of what I don’t have any more. Then I wouldn’t be able sneak away
for a quick wank either. Tyrone said we would have to reposition your piss
hole behind your balls. I replied when you make me cum it would shoot out and
lubricate your shaft as you fuck me. Tyrone laughs and also said I could have
the hole so close to you nuts that you would piss over your balls every time
you take a leak. We both laugh hysterically together.
You will have to leave it to me to see if I can organise it. I have to find
someone who has the skill to do the job properly without putting your life in
jeopardy. Not much else was said about it for a couple of weeks. Tyrone spoke
with Jack about it and he said that his new Vet that had been out a dozen
times was gay and was into body modifications so he promised to talk to him
about it and ask if he would do the procedure for us.
We were going to take a break after Jack’s shed and didn’t have any other work
for three weeks. The rest of the team had left to have a holiday when Jack
brought the Vet in to talk to Tyrone about our request. They had talked it
through as well as the cost and all that sort of thing without me being
around. I was not brought in till all the arrangements had been fully made.
Once everything was in place I was brought in to meet the Vet, he had me strip
so that he could examine me thoroughly and when the Vet saw the tattoos around
my middle and the size of all the rings from being pierced he just asked are
you willing to have the surgery to remove your penis. I said yes, anything
Tyrone wants to do to me is fine; we have talked about me loosing my boy dick.
The Vet said he would have to organise things and that he could do the job out
hear in two days so that it was all done privately and without others knowing
what he was doing. Jack and Mary cleaned the surgery from top to bottom in a
solution the Vet had left them. The morning of the surgery Tyrone and I
showered together before going over to the operating room. I was placed on the
table and made ready. I was strapped down and had my entire groin area washed
in antiseptics a couple of times. The Vet arrived and I was given several
injections of anastatic around the base area of my dicky and groin. I was also
given a lite sedative just to help keep me calm and settled.
Whilst they took effect the Vet and others got their instruments ready. I was
scrubbed again in brown solution and a catheter pushed down through my dick
into my bladder. The Vet stuck me with a couple of pins and asked if I could
feel anything, which I didn’t. He said great but I will still give things a
couple more minutes. He said that if I did feel anything during the operation
to lift my hands even though I couldn’t move my arms or just groan but not
scream in case he jumped and did some unwanted damage. He said he would stop
and give me more pain blockers. He instructed Tyrone to reassure me and check
on my quite regularly by talking to me.
Everyone was ready and the Vet just said here we go boys, and picked up a
scalpel and made the first of many very careful incisions. They all wanted to
get my cock off me fully intact all the way including the root of it. The Vet
almost gave a running commentary to Jack whilst Mary took a video of the
entire procedure. It took them several hours to do the whole job as the Vet
was most careful just to cut away the pieces he wanted so he would leave a
very neat finish once he was finished. Tyrone kept coming up to my face and
kissing me telling me what a good boy I was and how proud he was of me.
The Vet gave a bit of a sigh and said he we go, it is too late to turn back
now but I am going to make the final cuts to the ligatures and to the bottom
of the root of his cock and urethra then it will all be lifted away in one
piece. I just muttered, do it! He picked up a fresh scalpel and started to cut
again. It seemed a long time but in reality it probably wasn’t when I felt a
tug and the whole thing was lifted off the catheter. I was surprised that the
thing was still fully erect. The veins had been tied off. The Vet was going to
preserve it before he left so that it would maintain it size and last forever
preserved as a trophy.
Once everyone had goggled over the length of the thing the Vet got down to
giving me a couple of jabs of local just behind my marble bag once he got
Tyrone to hold my balls out of the dam way. I heard Tyrone say that he wanted
my new piss hole to be as close to my ball bag as possible as he wanted me to
piss over my balls when I had to go. So the Vet got to work figuring out just
where to put the hole and the angle of it to achieve Tyrone’s wishes. He made
sure that my new hole and urethra would not block once healed. He had left
plenty of urethra to play with and once he worked out how to support it
properly. He made a hole and feed the urethra though it and stitched it all in
place leaving a catheter in it so it would not close down during the healing
proses. Then he started the long job of suturing me up in a manner that would
heal leaving the area smooth and that the scares would fade away over time. He
cleaned and bandaged me up and got me unstrapped from the table and got the
guys to carefully put me in bed. He came in and gave me a shoot of something
that put me straight to sleep.
They then went back to clean up the surgery whilst the Vet got on with the job
of cleaning and preserving my cock to turn it into a trophy that would keep. I
knew nothing of this as I was given fluids every so often and something to put
me back to sleep. Tyrone made sure the catheter bottle was emptied every so
often and record the output. He would also check on me to ensure that I was
ok. They kept me sedated for several days so that the wounds would heal
quickly without pressure being put on them. This would also help ensure that
the scaring was kept to a minimal and not be torn open. The Vet came out every
day to check on my progress but I was not really aware of anything that was
going on around me during this time.
It was almost a week later before I started to become fully aware of things.
Tyrone was there with me all the time. For the first few days I was awake I
didn’t move around much and after that Tyrone helped me get back on my feet.
We were told that I was not to do much hard or heavy work for several weeks.
The catheter was removed several days before we had to hit the road. When it
was time for us to catch up with the rest of our team the Vet did a full
medical check on me and just said no heavy lifting or heavy work for a few
more weeks yet and don’t go running around. He removed all the stitches and
told Tyrone how to care for me till it was fully healed and not to rush in
getting the area tattooed so it matched the rest of me. The lite bandage could
be removed in two days; he wanted it covered whilst the stitch marks closed
over and didn’t become infected.
We got on the road again and I spent a fair bit of time in the back of the car
sleeping. We soon caught up with the rest of the team and they all wanted to
know how things went and wanted to see the trophy which was mounted in a case.
They were all impressed with the trophy and me for going through with it.
Everyone also wanted to see what I looked like and most of them said it seems
to make his balls look even bigger now. Tyrone said the boy won’t be able to
do much and I want you all to make sure that he doesn’t either, because I
don’t want to undo all the Vets good work.
We finished that shed and two more sheds when we got a call from one of
Tyrone’s parent’s workers to say they had been both killed in a car accident.
I had met his parents several times and they really like me and accepted me as
one of their own, I also loved them. Tyrone was a one and only child and they
dotted over him. We had also caught up with my foster parent’s once during
this time as well and they too like Tyrone. However the two of us cried for
hours over the news. Once we got ourselves together some what we had to leave
Aaron in charge and go and sort things out at home. Tyrone also rang my foster
parents to tell them the news as they had met Tyrone’s folk as well over the
year.
It was a fairly long silent trip and thankfully the two of us were close and
knew how to support each other. Tyrone said to me on our trip home I am not
sure what we have to do boy. I replied we will work it out together, yes but
Tyrone said my parents place will be left to me in their will, as they have
shown it to me several times. I said, look lets take things one step at a
time. Yes but we now have two very profitable ventures going Tyrone said. Lets
get home and sort out the funeral first then we can sit down and work out
where to go from there I said, I just want to be with you! Tyrone replied
there is no way we will ever be separated boy, I couldn’t live without you! Me
too, then the both of us started to cry again so we had to pull off the road
whilst we hugged each other and got ourselves together once more before
continuing on .
Tyrone told me that he had contacted my foster parent’s and that they were
coming over in the next few days to catch up with us. Shit I hope they don’t
notice I haven’t got a cock any more I said. Mate they know we are gay and
they don’t care they love us as my folks loved you, they won’t care as they
know we love each other and they won’t get to see you naked anyhow. I found it
hard when others say they love me apart from you I said. As no one showed me
love when I was a kid till I was placed for the last few years with my foster
parent’s I went on to say. Kid the whole team loves you and thinks your
fantastic, you should never doubt your love and worth anymore and I mean that
boy, Tyrone said emphatically.
We finally made it to Tyrone’s parent’s place and there were a lot of people
waiting to greet us. I said mate I am a bit nervous there seems to be a lot of
people here that I don’t know. Tyrone put his hand on my shoulder, walk tall
boy you’re my partner and lover and no one messes with you. If they do they
mess with me too, just remember your mine and that makes you important and
makes you belong.
People came out of everywhere when we pulled up. Tyrone said thanks for being
here for us, I know only a few of you have met my partner and a lot of you
haven’t, this is Mark know as boy! When you talk with him you are talking to
me, please make him feel welcome as the two of us are inseparable, thanks.
Tyrone’s rellies and friends came over and hugged us and we all ended in
tears. Tyrone’s Dad’s younger brother, Jock got us a side and told us we had
to contact the police and the funeral director as soon as we could. He went on
to say both your parents Tyrone told us about Mark, and how they accepted him
and surely love him. They were always telling every one what the two of you
were up too they were so proud of the both of you. But just be wary of Aunty
Beryl boy, she is a very legalistic sod. Yeah Tyrone commented she is one of
Mum’s sisters and even Mum didn’t like her being around so she won’t want to
start or I will tell her to piss off. Well she has already started about the
will Uncle Jock said. Tyrone said, Mum and Dad have showed me their will and
she doesn’t even get a mention so she won’t want to start. Uncle Jock went on
to say that he has already told her to back off or that he will run her out of
town.
Uncle Jock said lets go inside and freshen up and get a drink and I will take
you into town to the police and undertaker for starters. People started asking
all manner of things and Uncle Jock piped up and said give the boys a chance
they have only just got home and don’t know much about anything just yet. I
suggest we all go and leave them and tomorrow we will let you know what is
going to happen from here. With that he took us into town. The following
morning my foster parent’s arrived and they took us both aside and said let us
know if there is anything we can do for you boys. Thanks we both replied.
All the arrangement were made and the funeral went off without a hitch apart
from Aunty Beryl who started on me but Uncle Jock stepped in and told her she
wasn’t welcome. He said that Doug and Sherri Tyrone’s parents accepted Mark
and what ever is in the will has nothing to do with you. Doug and Sherri owe
you nothing, neither do the boys so it’s time you got on your bike and went.
So Uncle Jock got someone to take her home after the funeral so she wasn’t
part of the wake at Uncle Jock’s.
It was a couple of days later when Uncle Jock came out and said I want to take
you to the Lawyer’s that I and you folk use so he can officially read the will
to stop anyone trying to muscle in. So we went into town to the Lawyer, Peter.
Peter was the layer both Tyrone uses as well as his parents. Peter said the
will is very, very simple, your parent’s left everything to you Tyrone. The
will doesn’t mention anyone else apart from you Jock. Doug and Sherri want you
to have the old writing desk that was your mother’s that is in their old bed
room. They both ask that you be there for the boys, Jock. Now the will has one
more thing, a letter that was only added the other year. You probably don’t
know about this letter Tyrone. No it’s new to me Tyrone said! Let me read it
Peter commented, Tyrone you have always been the apple of our eye and the
object of our entire love and affection, you have found a partner in Mark that
you call boy who we accept and love also and we are happy for you both.
Please, please be happy together always, never let anything or anyone get
between you both. Let you love for each other always be the cement in your
relationship. We both think the world of the both of you and we want the two
of you to be happy as we were happy in love with each other. Yours always Mum
and Dad. Tears ran down our faces including Uncle Jock.
Your parent’s added the letter because they really mean what they say and they
don’t want you to take any notice of Aunty Beryl or anyone else who would try
to put you down or demean you. Tyrone had to sign some papers showing the will
had been read and we were given a copy of the Will and the letter. With that
Uncle Jock took us home as we comforted each other.
Everyone had gone and left us after a couple more days and the two of us were
able to sit down and talk about how we were going to manage the property and
the shearing gang. A discission was made to promote Aaron to Manager of the
Shearing Enterprise and hire a second wool classer to replace Tyrone. We would
still handle the bookings from here. We would join the guys on certain
properties like Jack’s. For the Home Property has some ten full time workers
and another dozen sessional workers, so we hired a Farm Coordinator who
organised the workers to achieve our desires. On the property we ran both
sheep and cattle along with some crops to support the animals. Our shearing
team also took care of the shearing needs here as well.
It was during Aaron’s next stint here on the home property that Tyrone had him
redo the tattoo area on my groin from where my cock had been removed. We also
increased the size of the nipple rings I wore and I was given a belly button
ring as well. A new extra heavy ball weight had been made bigger and heavier
than the one I had become accustomed too. The old one was taken off and the
new one put on. This one was smooth all round and the screws that held the two
halves together disappeared into the collar itself. Once Tyrone new it fit
well and didn’t stop or slow the blood flow to either the sack or my nuts
Tyrone said that I want to make the weight a permanent fixture. The only way
we will be able to get it off is to cut your nuts off boy. I responded lets do
it now then.
So we went over to the machinery workshop. Tyrone removed one screw at a time,
used lock-tight on the threads and did them up tightly, when he had done all
six screws he went over them again. Then he took a drill and destroyed the
Philip’s Head of each screw, that way they could never be undone again. He
then used some silver paste that filled in the holes that the screws were in
so that the whole thing looked like a solid single tube. The paste would go
rock hard over the next couple of days.
I love wearing my special shearing jeans with the hole in it for my balls to
drop through. I loved it both with and without the bag that could be used to
cover my nuts or leave them open dangling like oranges between my legs. Tyrone
would often come up behind me when I had them on and kick my nuts around
sending my nuts flying between my legs. The pants also felt much better to
wear now that I had no dick to get caught up or in the way of things.
Every time I needed to piss I would either have to sit down and hold my nuts
or they would dangle in the water of the toilet bowl and I would also piss
over them including when I stood up to piss. From time to time Tyrone would
leave me naked and tie my hands up behind me with a large butt plug in to make
it almost impossible to sit so I would have to remain standing and piss all
over my nuts. I know several times the hot piss was such a turn on and so
erotic as it flowed over my balls that it would cause my nuts to explode. I
would shoot my own cum all over my balls and set off a second wave of erotic
feelings like a chain reaction.
We got a phone call from Jack, he wanted to know if we could employ the Vet as
the owner of the practice near him had sold it to a high roller from the city
and he didn’t want to keep the guy on who did my surgery. Tyrone said yes we
could use the vet down here as the vet here had retired and no one had taken
his place. We alone had a lot of work for a vet and others would be grateful
to be able to get a vet quickly. It was then that I learnt that the Vet’s name
is Tim.
Things were settling down and working fairly well as Tyrone and I ran things.
However one day I was out and about over in the machinery shed when one of the
workers Martin jumped me from behind and wrestled me to the ground before
attempting to get my pants off. As I screamed out at him to fuck off, Nathan
our Property Coordinator heard me and came in and pulled him off. I was a bit
shaken and covered in dirt and grease I headed back to the house to clean up.
When Tyrone came out to speak to me and saw me dirty, scratched and a bit
shaken he immediately hugged me and asked if I was ok. I was a bit silent but
shaking, he told me to go in and clean up and he took off over to the
machinery shed where I had come from and where he could hear Nathan balling
someone out. Tyrone walked in to Nathan dressing this guy down and Martin
saying all he wanted to do was screw the shit head of a little lazy boy.
Tyrone didn’t have to hear anymore and just walked over and kicked him in the
balls. Martin went down like a sack of shit, with that Tyrone and Nathan
hulled him over to the barn where he was tied hogged tied and left. Tyrone
came over to see if I was ok. I was in the shower and had a few scratches on
my legs, other than I was just a bit shaken up. The two of us hugged and I
muttered why, am I always the one picked on; it’s like being at school all
over again, you know, being picked on because I was a foster kid and didn’t
belong. Tyrone knew that the incident had stirred a bit of my past up and just
held me tight for ages. He didn’t say much but then he didn’t have too.
We ended up lazing on the sofa in each others arms for awhile. All the while
Tyrone was working out just how he was going to handle the situation with
Martin. Tyrone wanted to make sure a strong message was sent that he wouldn’t
put up with another person forcing themselves on another especially when one
party wasn’t interested. So after the evening meal he got everyone together in
the barn where Martin still lay gagged and hog tied.
Tyrone said I am sure you all heard what happened this afternoon and how
Martin tried to assault Mark. Regardless of how any of you may view my
relationship with boy it’s what’s we have chosen. I know some of you are gay
and I know some of you aren’t. I also know that some of you feel out of place
since my parent’s died. You all have a choice if you don’t like the way boy
and I run things around here, you are free to leave.
Nathan stood and said we have all had a bit of a talk over tea apart from
Martin. We are all in agreement and most happy to be working for you. We the
working crew that live out here on the property Nathan said are either gay or
bisexual ourselves and accept you and boy. It has also come to light that
Martin has tried to force his way with a couple of the younger boys on crew.
Just as Tyrone started to speak again I walked in to the cheers of all the
guys. Once thing quietened down Tyrone said then we need to decide what to do
with Martin, we either give him the boot or he needs to be punished. Nathan
stood again and said it is hard to get work at present so I suggest we give
him a choice to either be fired or be punished in away we all deem
appropriate. That sounds like a good idea Tyrone said, bring him in and let’s
ask him. Martin was brought in and the gag removed from his mouth and he was
told you have a choice here Martin, either the sack or accept the punishment
that the group feels is suitable for your crime.
What’s your choice? He spluttered it depends on the punishment! Nathan spoke
up and said sorry Martin the choice has been given to you. You need to choose
the sack or the punishment whatever it might be! Tyrone said gag him again and
take him out, you have ten minutes to think about it. You will be given no
reference if you’re sacked and the word will be spread around the district
what you have done. Martin didn’t have much time to think about it either.
Nathan and one of the others took him out of the room and left him alone.
Mean while some of the guys began talking about what they thought ought to
happen to him. When the ten minutes were up two guys dragged Martin back in.
His gag was removed and Tyrone asked have you made a choice? Well sort of
Martin said, but I would like to know the punishment first. No Tyrone said
make your choice now! Well he spluttered knowing he had already been kick out
of another job before for trying to rape another boy. Well he said reluctantly
I will accept the punishment then. Good Tyrone said, gag him again and take
him out whilst we decide what the group thinks is the right punishment for
you.
A discussion started and a couple of the guys said that Martin was hard to
work with because you are always looking over your shoulders as he will take
any advantage when you least expect it. Then one said we should castrate the
arse hole. It didn’t take long before everyone thought that was the way to go
as one of them had heard he lost another job for the same sort of thing. Ok
Tyrone said how should we castrate him? Again one of the guys said we should
band him twice and leave him till is balls go numb and then cut the fuckers
off. It needs to hurt when he looses them. They all agreed and Tyrone looked
at me and I agreed too. Nathan went and quickly typed up a form for Martin to
sign saying he gives his consent to being castrated by banding and cutting.
The form was folded in such away that he could not see what the punishment was
he was agreeing too.
Martin was brought in and his hands were untied and made to sign the form
without seeing the punishment. Both Tyrone and Nathan said sign it shit head.
He stalled for awhile but ended up signing it when Tyrone said; you will be
out of here quicker than you can imagine if you don’t sign it and there is
more than one guy here prepared to go to the cops with what you did. Once he
signed it he was then taken and tied spread eagled between some slates in the
barn his clothes were torn off him and then his torso was strapped to the
slats as well.
When his nudies were cut off the place erupted in laughter as he had a small
pitiful set of a cock and balls, he looked rather pathetic when it came to the
block and tackle department. You could hardly see his equipment for the long
scruffy pubic hair he had. It was at that point that a permanent hair removal
kit was brought over and applied to his entire pubic bush so that he could
never hide the fact he had no balls once we had all finished with him. All he
could do was hang there limp of body and with his head hung in shame as well.
He was one of those people that tried to force himself on others in a power
trip because he was so small in the genital area; it only made him more
pitiful in many ways. Once his crotch was denude of hair it was time to carry
out the rest of the punishment. A tray was brought out with the elastrator and
the two green rubber rings on it. Martin’s eyes almost bugged out of his head,
he was screaming into his gag and swinging his head from side to side trying
to indicate no, no, not that, anything but that. But then he didn’t have a say
in it did he.
Tyrone went behind him and placed a blindfold on him so he couldn’t see who
did what to him. Tyrone went first and kicked him in the nuts followed by me
and several of the others. His nuts were swollen and must have hurt him as
they just hung there in their sack. You could see his body jump every time
someone just lightly toughed his nuts. So when Tyrone and Nathan began man
handling them to get them through the band he would have been in excruciating
pain. The first ring was forced up as high as they could get it on the neck of
his nuts and just under the base of his wiener. As they finished the guys sunk
their fists into the captured balls that were already bugging out of his
tortured sack. Then two others went up and made ready the second ring that
would be harder to put on because of the first ring so this would have
reminded him even more of his folly. Martin’s head slammed against the slats
as they unceremoniously shoved his balls through the ring and carefully
positioned it before pulling the elastrator jaws out from between his sack and
the ring. I didn’t want to touch him apart from sinking my boots into his
balls at this point. At this point the gag was temporarily removed and Martin
was given some water. He could hardly talk from the screaming into the gag
that he had done during all of this. The gag was put back in and the blind
fold taken off so he could see his nuts in a mirror that was set up, then he
was left for a couple of hours as his balls and sack slowly died through the
lack of blood supply to them. His nuts hung off his body black and dark
purple, swollen and painful as they slowly went cold and numb. The pain in his
groin would have got worse and would have served as reminded of his stupidity.
He was left for three hours in the mean time Tyrone had called Tim the Vet and
said apart from cutting his nuts off what else should we do to prevent
infection etc. Tim said that he would come out and fix things once his nuts
were gone. Tim arrived before we finished the job; Nathan went in behind
Martin and replaced his blindfold. Then we all went in and had a feel of the
dead sack and balls that still looked like they were trying to escape their
fate till the bitter end. Tim inspected the cold sack and squeezed the lumps
within them to no reaction from Martin. Tim announced that Martin was a eunuch
whilst his dead nuts still hung from his groin. Tyrone brought me over and
handed me a curved blade sharp knife and indicated I should chop them off.
I then pulled the whole sack down as far as I could get it to stretch and
placed the knife bade between the two rings on the neck of Martin’s scrotum. I
looked at Tyrone for a few seconds and then with one hard yank I pulled the
blade through the whole sack which came away in my hands which I lifted up for
all to see. The guys all applauded and whistled and cheered at the sceptical.
I then drooped his severed nuts onto a near by tray and went and washed my
hands. Tim heated up a spatula and seared the wound then cut the second ring
off and trimmed the skin so that when healed it would look like he had never
had nuts apart from the scar material that would be twisted up just under his
very small little cock that we all hoped would get even smaller now that he
had no man juice to keep it active. Everyone left the room apart from Nathan
who undid one of Martin’s arms and hands from the slats and left the room
leaving Martin to free himself.
Everyone had congregated in the dinning room and waited for Martin to free
himself and come over. He eventually came over very sorely and slowly and came
in still naked and stood there. Nathan said I hope you have learned your
lesson dick head. Go and get a shower and lay on your bed and someone will
come over and put a bandage on the wound. He was given light duties for a few
days and he healed rather quickly and he soon calmed down and mellowed as his
hormone levels plummeted. His cock ended up shrinking to the point that he had
a smaller cock than most babies were born with. His cock stuck out of his body
by about a quarter of an inch or less of shaft plus a small silly looking very
small head on it. The guys also treated his pubic area several times so that
he never regained any hair in the area. The rest of his body hair thinned and
lightened right out over time.
The best times on the home property were when the Shearing team was on site or
when we went up to jacks place. As most of the guys on the shearing team got
older they would end up with us fulltime on the property. Martin became the
butt of all jokes and the guys would fuck him quiet regularly. Over the years
I ended up getting a lot more tattoos and my ears ended up covered in pierced
rings.
Tyrone and I grew old together and totally enjoyed our life. There were many
other things I could go on to tell you. I however never lost my youthful good
looks and I know from time to time Tyrone would tease me about it. But he too
always looks good and stood out in a crowed for the handsome stud that he is.
I never did miss my cock and still many years later Tyrone still screw’s me
and give my nuts a good smack and I shoot my wad and lubricate his rod and my
hole. My balls are still bright orange and have been stretched to just over
twelve inches in length. I still to this day carry the permanent collar on my
balls that was fitted nearly thirty years ago.
The End
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My Friend Rob Gets Cut, Part Three | STRAIGHT, TESTICLES | The final part of my first story for the eunuch archive. More gentle than most of the stories here. | ` Copyright D.Reynolds `
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Liz wrapped one hand around Rob's doomed balls and squeezed. "Relax as much as
you can," she said to him. "We have to wait fifteen to thirty minutes before
we can cut you."
Jessica held Rob's left hand while I held his right. "Your little guys are
being murdered right now, Dear," she said with a cruel grin.
"Is that right?" I asked, looking at Liz.
"Yes," Liz replied. "The moment I clamped him I crushed his cords. There is no
fresh blood supply to his testicles so, in reality, they're being killed as we
speak. If the clamp is not removed soon, they will be permanently damaged."
Despite my concern and sympathy for my friend, I could feel myself becoming
aroused. My body temperature rose, especially in my crotch. I kissed Rob
tenderly on the forehead and cheek and told him how proud I was of his
courage.
We all had drinks and made idle chitchat while waiting for Rob's testes to get
ready. I don't remember what we talked about. I was too aware of the
sensations in my own body. I felt very warm and I was very aware of my cunt.
Soon enough we were back at the kitchen counter. I got on top of the counter
with Rob and cradled his head in my lap, while Jessica and Liz got between his
legs. Jessica held the metal bowl while Liz brandished the knife. It was
somewhat like a fillet knife, having a narrow and very sharp blade.
Liz held up the weapon so Rob could see. "I am going to cut off your balls
now," she announced. "I think both you and Danni should see this." I raised
his back so he could observe the violence Liz was about to do to him. His head
rested against my shoulder.
I watched in awe as it happened. Liz brought the blade down next to his bag
and, in one fluid motion, sliced through the pinched skin, severing scrotum
and nads. Rob gasped and his eyes rolled back in agony. He passed out. Liz
dropped the scrotum into the metal bowl, emptying its gory contents while I
stared with fascination. I had no idea how much blood there was in a guy's
sack. Jessica found some pillows while Liz went to the sink with the knife and
the bowl.
I helped Jessica place the pillows underneath her husband's head and back,
then got off the counter and we joined Liz at the sink. Liz had already washed
the knife. Together, she and Jessica rinsed the blood out of the metal bowl
and cleaned off the balls and the scrotum. Without its former residents, the
sack looked wrinkled and pathetic. To my surprise, the testes were a bluish
purple color; I had expected them to be red.
I excused myself, trusting Liz and Jessica to look after Rob. After all that I
had seen, I needed some time alone. The drive home was like an annoying erotic
daydream--I felt a dull ache in my sopping pussy the whole way and there was
nothing I could do about it but grit my teeth. Once home, I lost no time in
tearing off my clothes and climbing into bed with my favorite dildo. I
furiously fucked myself to a screaming orgasm over and over, replaying the
moment of Rob's nutting in my mind. After a half dozen climaxes (I lost count,
actually), I collapsed in exhaustion.
For the next couple of days I felt sick with guilt. My best friend had lost
his virility and I had got off to it. I talked to a psychiatrist friend of
mine about it and she brought me back to reality. She helped me see that it
was the sexuality of the castration and not Rob's suffering that I had found
so exciting. My behavior had been perfectly normal. There was no reason for me
to be ashamed.
I still see Rob on a regular basis and we still fuck when he is able to get it
up. Mostly he goes down on me. Orally pleasuring a woman is more fulfilling
for him now than ever because he no longer needs to cum. Occasionally I miss
the flavor and aroma of his semen, but I relish the new intimacy we enjoy.
We're almost like brother and sister now. Rob doesn't have any regrets; He no
longer feels bad when another man fucks his wife and he enjoys our new
relationship. And Jessica? She keeps his balls pickled in a jar in her closet,
and his scrotum has become a handsome purse.
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Wie die Welpen R¸den wurden (German) | GAY, STRAIGHT | Wie die Welpen R¸den wurden
Von RenÈ
Nun waren wir bereits seit einem Jahr bei unserem neuen Herrchen als seine
Doggies. Wir, das sind Sascha und ich.
Unser Herrchen hatten wir in einem Internetforum kennen gelernt und er war uns
bereits beim ersten gemeinsamen Chat sehr sympathisch, so dass wir, da wir
beide ja unabh‰ngig waren, beschlossen, uns als seine Doggies zur Verf¸gung zu
stellen.
Das Hundeleben hatte wirklich etwas herrliches. Es war genau das, was wir
beide als von Jugend an devote Jungs gerne hatten.
Wir wurden gestreichelt, liebkost aber auch gez¸chtigt und wenn nˆtig kr‰ftig
gestraft.
In der Regel bestand unser Dasein darin, Tags¸ber brav auf allen vieren
angekettet, nur mit einem Hundehalsband und einem Lederharness bekleidet in
unserem Zwinger im Garten zu warten, bis unser Herrchen nach Feierabend nach
Hause kam.
Dann holte er uns aus unserem Zwinger, lieþ uns etwas ¸ber die Wiese toben,
miteinander raufen und spielen, erfreute sich an unseren nackten Kˆrpern.
Sp‰ter durften wir dann mit ins Haus, wo wir ihm zur Verf¸gung standen, damit
er seine Menschlichen Sexgel¸ste an uns aus lieþ.
Das heiþt, er bestieg uns beide regelm‰þig und besamte uns. Danach durften wir
uns gegenseitig dann sauber lecken, wie es Hunde halt so tun.
Abends kauerten wir uns zu seinen F¸þen vor dem Sessel und freuten uns, solch
ein liebes Herrchen zu haben.
Sicherlich gab es in diesem Jahr auch Tage, wo Herrchen sehr unzufrieden und
schlechter Laune war. Sei es, das wir ungehorsam waren, wie es Welpen ab und
an mal sind, oder das er einen schlechten Tag auf Arbeit hatte.
Dann lieþ Herrchen seine schlechte Laune gerne an uns Welpen aus, indem er uns
mit Tortur unserer Geschlechtsteile bestrafte.
Da gab es dann das quetschen und schlagen der Eier, das unter Elektroschocks
stellen des Schwanzes (in unserem Fall ja der Rute) oder das aufreiþen der
Rosette mit den Fingern, bis wir winselten.
Aber ... nachdem Herrchen sich abreagiert hatte, bestieg er uns dann beide und
der Welpe, der gerade nicht bestiegen wurde, durfte dem, der Herrchens Schwanz
drin hatte dabei die Rosette lecken und auch mal an Herrchens Schwanz und
Eiern schlabbern.
Alles in allem war es ein herrliches Hundeleben f¸r uns.
Heute war nun der Tag, an dem wir beiden Welpen zu R¸den umfunktioniert werden
sollten, die dann aber nicht mehr zur Zucht zur Verf¸gung standen.
Wir waren nun beide 23 Jahre alt und Herrchen meinte, das es Zeit w‰re, diesen
Schritt zu tun.
An unseren Hundeleinen f¸hrte Herrchen uns beide, jeweils links und rechts von
ihm bei Fuþ auf allen vieren in den Keller des Hauses, wo Herrchen seine
Bastelwerkstatt hatte.
Diese Werkstatt hatte er nun so umfunktioniert, das in der Mitte des Raumes
ein Flaschenzug an der decke hing. Direkt darunter befand sich ein
Schraubstock aus einer Schlosserei, also schon ein grˆþeres Exemplar, der mit
einem Motor gekoppelt war.
Zuerst kam Sascha der hellblonde Welpe an die Reihe. Dieser hatte ja schon
fr¸her den Wunsch ge‰uþert, sp‰ter einmal zu einer H¸ndin umfunktioniert zu
werden.
Er wurde in ein Ledergeschirr verschn¸rt, das an den Oberschenkeln mittels
Lederb‰nder die Schenkel umfasste.
Dieses Ledergeschirr so wie die ÷se des Harness im R¸cken des Welpen wurden
mit dem Flaschenzug verbunden.
In seine Hundeschnauze bekam er einen Gummiball, der hinter dem kopf mit einem
Kopfharness verzurrt wurde.
Nun bet‰tigte Herrchen den Flaschenzug. Welpe Sascha wurde in die Hˆhe gezogen
und durch die Konstruktion der Lederb‰nder an den Oberschenkeln in eine Art
sitzende Position gebracht, nur h‰ngend eben.
Die Schenkel wurden dadurch auch weit gespreizt. Seine Geschlechtsteile hingen
dadurch nun frei nach unten, vor allem aber der Sack mit den Eiern, denn seine
Rute war nicht besonders groþ.
Dann r¸ckte Herrchen den Schraubstock direkt unter den h‰ngenden Welpen, lieþ
diesen etwas herab, bis seine Eierchen zwischen den Backen des Schraubstocks
hingen.
Die ersten Umdrehungen t‰tigte Herrchen noch mit der Hand. Nun waren die Eier
fest zwischen den Schraubstockbacken und der Elektromotor wurde in Gang
gesetzt.
Ganz, ganz langsam drehte der Motor nun die Welle, das sich die Schraubzwingen
immer weiter zu drehten.
Herrchen befahl mir, mich hinter den Welpen Sascha zu knien, fesselte meine
Vorderpfoten im R¸cken und wies mich an, Sascha w‰hrend der Prozedur st‰ndig
seine Rosette zu lecken, dabei aber die Schraubbacken nicht aus den Augen zu
verlieren.
Er selber begab sich nun wieder vor seinen h‰ngenden Welpen und legte ihm an
seiner Rute Elektroden an. Eine um den Rutenschaft, eine an der Spitze.
Diese Elektroden setzte er nun mittels eines Steuerger‰tes unter Reizstrom.
Das f¸hrte dazu, das Welpe Sascha sofort eine steife Rute bekam, die enorm zu
zucken begann.
Damit nichts des kostbaren Welpensaftes verloren gehen konnte, wurde ¸ber die
Rutenspitze ein Auffangglas gest¸lpt und mittels B‰ndern befestigt.
Nun begann eine Langwierige Prozedur.
W‰hrend der Schraubstock immer weiter die Eier des Welpen zerquetschte, ich
ihm seine Rosette leckte, melkte Herrchen ihn vorne so viel er konnte mittels
der Apparatur.
Es war enorm, wie viel Saft so ein Welpe hervorbrachte.
Plˆtzlich merkte ich, wie der Kˆrper des Welpen Sascha heftiger zu zucken
begann. Ich warf einen Blick auf die beiden Backen des Schraubstocks, hˆrte in
diesem Moment ein leichtes knackendes knirschendes Ger‰usch und wusste ....
nun ist er unfruchtbar, die Eier sind hin.
Genau in dem Moment, wo dies geschah, schoss er vorne noch einmal eine riesige
kr‰ftige Ladung, seine letzte, in das Auffanggef‰þ.
Ich selber war von dieser Prozedur so geil, das meine Rute schon fast
schmerzte, vor Steifheit. Denn ich wusste .... als n‰chstes erwartet mich die
gleiche Prozedur.
Die Vorfreude darauf, die Tr‰nen, die dem Welpen ¸ber die Wangen rollten, die
Gewissheit, das es endlich so weit sein w¸rde, diese L‰stigen Geh‰ngsel los zu
werden, machten mich dermaþen geil, das ich fast von alleine abspritzte. Die
ersten Tropfen waren ja schon auf meiner Eichel.
Aber Welpe Sascha war noch nicht fertig.
Herrchen kam wieder nach hinten, griff dem h‰ngenden Welpen an die
Arschbacken, die s¸þen, wohlgeformten, Apfelrunden, zog sie kr‰ftig
auseinander und betrachtete die Rosette.
Er griff nach einem Plug aus Metall, der auf einem Tisch stand und aus dem
wieder zwei Kabel hervorschauten.
Diesen Plug rammte er Sascha voll in die Rosette, das der sich in seinem
Geschirr etwas aufrichtete.
Dann ging Herrchen wieder nach vorne, verband die Kabel des Plug mit dem
Elektroger‰t und setzte den Pug unter Strom.
So spielte sich das Hauptgeschehen zun‰chst in Welpe Saschas Ged‰rme ab.
Der Schraubstock wurde geˆffnet und Herrchen bef¸hlte grinsend die
zerquetschten Welpen Eier, die nun vollkommen platt waren.
Dann setzte Herrchen einen Elastrator an, band den Rest des Sacks damit ab,
nahm ein Filetmesser und trennte die Ðberreste des Sacks ab.
Sascha liefen die Tr‰nen ¸ber die Wangen vor Schmerz, aber er genoss es auch,
denn er hatte es ja so gewollt.
Dann kam die Welpenrute dran. Herrchen band die Rute ganz eng am Kˆrper mit
einer Drahtschlinge ab, setzte das Filetmesser an und ab war die Rute.
Nun wurde alles fein s‰uberlich vern‰ht, so das man sp‰ter nicht mal mehr
ahnen w¸rde, das da mal ein m‰nnliches Geh‰nge existiert hatte.
Sascha wurde aus seiner Lage befreit und dann begann die gleiche Prozedur mit
mir.
Rein ins Geschirr, aufgeh‰ngt, Eier in den Schraubstock, Elektromelkung,
auffangen des Welpensaftes.
Als der Schraubstock sich langsam schloss, sp¸rte ich, wie beim zerquetschen
meiner Eier eine wohlige w‰rme durch meine Unterleib floss.
Je weiter sich die Schraubbacken schlossen, um so intensiver wurde dieses
Gef¸hl. Eine Mischung aus schˆner W‰rme und Saugeilem Unterleibsschmerz.
Dann das leichte knirschen und ich wusste.... jetzt bist du Enteiert.
Dann die gleiche Prozedur ... Plug in Arsch, Strom drauf, Sack ab und vern‰ht.
Nur meine Rute blieb noch dran.
Hiermit hatte Herrchen etwas anderes vor. Zun‰chst sollte sie gek¸rzt werden,
da sie eh ziemlich groþ war.
Herrchen nahm das Filetmesser, setzte es direkt unterhalb der Eichel an und
trennte ganz gen¸sslich die Eichel vom Schaft.
Der Stumpf wurde mittels eines Laserbrenners verschweiþt, das es sofort
aufhˆrte, zu bluten.
Danach griff Herrchen sich eine Schachtel, holte eine Spritze mit einer
Fl¸ssigkeit hervor und spritzte mir diese Fl¸ssigkeit in den Rutenstummel an
verschienen Stellen.
Mein Rutenstummel wurde sofort ganz hart und steif von der Fl¸ssigkeit und
sollte mein Leben lang so bleiben.
Nachdem Herrchen mich nun auch wieder befreit hatte, sah er uns in unsere
Gesichter und freute sich, das wir uns ¸ber unsere Modifikation freuten, die
nun vollbracht war.
Die Reste unser Teile wurden im benachbarten Schweinestall den Schweinen zum
Fraþ vorgeworfen, wobei wir zusahen, wie die Schweine gen¸sslich alles
vertilgten.
Wir beiden R¸den, die wir nun waren, lebten noch viele, viele Jahre zufrieden
mit unserem Herrchen, der uns auch ab und zu von anderen Welpen bespringen
lieþ, oder anderen Doggyliebhabern ausborgte.
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Meg's Castration Vacation - Part Six : Hivemind | WARNING, TG, TESTICLES, Insects, Equine | After watching her new companion geld a hung stallion, Meg gets a surprising visit from a colony of angry creatures intent on genital destruction, and leaves her new lover in a flaccid state! Will it last forever? | Meg masturbated furiously while she watched Liz carefully neuter the huge
equine. His penis hadn’t shriveled in the slightest after the destruction of
his testicles, though it had definitely gotten less erect. It still dangled
almost two full feet between it’s powerful hind legs. Liz’s face was flushed a
deep crimson as she carefully handled the monstrously swollen, distended sack.
They didn’t even look like testicles, any more, misshapen and swollen large
enough to give the stallion trouble walking.
Gingerly, Liz sliced it open, the pulverized masculinity oozing out like a
paste. The stallion whinnied compliantly, seemingly uninterested in the fate
of his ruined testicles as Liz cut the chords that once fed him his desire
with a small pair of surgical scissors.
Liz giggled, turning to face Meg, who was, by this point, smeared with her own
cum, her own huge length laid limply across her stomach, oozing white goo onto
her creamy skin. Liz licked her lips, pushing her glasses up on her nose and
unzipping her fly. With a slight hope, the smaller girl would make her way
over to Meg, leg’s spread wide as she straddled the bigger girl, her small,
rigid penis only inches from Meg’s face. Meg grinned impishly, licking her
lips.
“Better be careful…big guy might get jealous…” She’d tease, motioning to the
impotent stallion.
Lizzy blushed again, looking away for a moment.
“Yeah, right…not of this little thing!” Liz replied, shaking her head. She’d
lean down, smiling. “You’re my horsey, now.”
Meg’s face beamed at the compliment to her penis, the rubbery length
stiffening once more as she leaned forward, sucking Liz’s into her mouth. Her
head bobbed rapidly, Liz arching her back, offering short, rapid breaths. She
bit her lip, groaning quietly as Meg’s tongue worked over her small penis,
probing every inch of her erection. Lizzy whimpered in ecstasy, her mocha skin
already beading with sweat as she allowed her shorts to hit the floor.
Meanwhile, the gelding watched quietly, his limp length dangling helplessly
between his legs. In the far corner of the stable, hidden from view by the
long shadows of the dull lighting, something stirred. A low buzzing began to
grow, inaudible at first. It grew louder and louder, a steady pulsing until at
last a cloud of insects swept from the back of the stable. Liz and Meg jumped
back in shock, their dual erections bouncing comically.
The swarm of wasps didn’t make for them, however. No, the cloud made it’s way
for the recently gelded stallion. He whinnied in protest, still tied in his
stall, as they swarmed around him, lower and lower, until finally the cloud
encircled his two dangling feet of male meat. That was when they landed.
He bucked his hips, the huge length swinging pendulously beneath him as
thousands of squirming insects began their attack. Stingers assailed his cock
from all sides, piercing the supple flesh once, twice, three times…again and
again. Hundreds of times the horse’s penis was stung, swelling and engorging
as each sting caused more damage. Miniscule damage to each sting, but after
hundreds of strings his penis was now as thick as Lizzy’s thigh!
Meg slowly slid her hands up around Lizzy’s waist, again pulling her close as
they watched the giant penis be mutilated. Lizzy was transfixed, her
expression not changing until Meg guided her back onto her rigid cock. Liz
grunted as she struggled to squeeze Meg’s huge girth between her tiny, pert
cheeks. After some work, Meg entered her, and Liz arched her back again,
leaning back against Meg as she began to thrust.
Meanwhile, the gelding’s penis had been all but destroyed. Thick as a
telephone pole and forever mutilated, it twitched involuntarily as the
stinging mass moved over it’s surface. With a dull splat, a weak, watery load
sprayed from it’s flared tip, unrecognizable now. It hit the dusty floor
tinted red, his ruined meat now forever deformed and grotesque.
Liz bounced rapidly, her small breasts jiggling with each powerful thrust from
Meg’s mighty organ, her own little member slapping against her abdomen.
Sensing more intruders, the wasps reared about, the cloud darting across the
room toward the two. Liz’s eyes went wide as her modest male endowment was
engulfed in stinging wasps!
Liz screamed, struggling to escape, but Meg held tight, lost in pleasure as
she thrust harder and harder into Liz, making the smaller girl’s penis flop
even more wildly. Meg’s balls were the next target as the swarm assailed them.
She too screamed as she felt the stinging mass bear down on her huge balls!
Lizzy’s penis trembled, swelled, and came, a blast of semen rocketing a few
feet from her swollen, mutilated head, now misshapen as it was stung by wasps
many times over. Meg too, came buckets, her balls an angry shade of purple to
match Lizzy’s entire penis.
The two struggled, flailing, to flee the stable, their deformed penises still
oozing cum by the time they made it inside. Both of their organs were swollen
many times their size. Meg’s penis was more or less unhurt, but her balls were
nearly the size of melons. Liz, on the other hand, had been stung many more
times. Her small, mocha colored penis was now a deep, ugly purple color, the
skin stretched as it swelled up many times it’s size. It looked too thick to
be real, now, glistening with cum, throbbing and swollen despite being limp.
Her balls were indistinguishable, the sack a single orb, swollen to the point
that it looked ready to burst!
It was a week before Meg was able to attain an erection again. For Lizzy, it
was much longer, and she referred to her penis as ‘ugly’ and ‘deformed’ ever
after.
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How I Hung Myself By My Cock | WARNING | submissive urges and a vanilla wife pushed me over the edge of reason and one day i hung myself by my cock in my hot attic. i detail how i did it in this true story. As the sad result the cock my wife didn't want is now no good for any woman. i can use it and abuse it myself and i am satisfied with that. | ` Confession `
My cock is ruined. i can't penetrate a woman anymore. This all came about when
i was having one of my submissive urges one day several years ago. My wife was
at work and i home alone, just me and my compulsive obsession to do some self-
bondage. i did and still do, do it as often as opportunity avails itself. On
this particular day, i had been toying with the idea of hanging myself in the
attic by my cock. i had secretly planed how i would do it so i got my
ropes together and climbed up through the small access into 110 degree heat. i
live in Texas where the sun beats down unmercifully. But i didn't care. i was
determined.
As soon as i climbed up in there i got naked and crawled across the ceiling
joists, being careful to not put a hand or knee through the sheet rock. i
dragged my ropes behind me with my lusty cock drooling its essence. When i got
to my spot i milked my cock and ate what came out of it. With the taste of
fresh cum in my mouth, which i love
(blush), i rigged up my ropes.
i tossed one rope over the roof brace above me and let both ends of it hang
down. Next i spied two roof stabilizers to each side of me about 15 feet
apart. i ran a length of rope around the one to my right so i had both ends of
it back to the middle where i would be. i did the same with another rope to
the left. i tied knots in the ends of a greasy length of auto tow rope that i
planned to lay across my mouth as my only means of escape. i tied the ropes
off to the right and left to this tow rope. Then, estimating the spread of my
arms when i would lie on my back across the ceiling joists, i tied slipknots
in the ends of both side ropes.
Then i tied my ankles spread wide to boards that would keep them spread and
keep me from being able to bend my legs much. Lying there sweating like the
pig that i am during my moments of madness, i next took a small diameter rope
and made a slip knot in one end and slipped it over the head of my cock and
pulled it tight. I ate some more cum that had drooled out of my cock and then
bent the erect shaft of my cock back to double it onto itself at its base.I
tied it around my cock and balls making a loop of my cock. i took one end of
the rope hanging down from above and passed it through the loop my doubled
back cock made, and tied it to my cock, tight! I hoisted myself up by my cock,
arching my back strenuously, knowing full well i couldn't hold that position
for long, and tied off the hoisting rope end that would insure i held that
position, even if i had
to hang by just my cock.
i placed the inch diameter, greasy, foul tasting tow rope across my mouth and
reached and worked my hands through the rope slip knots that would take away
my freedom completely. i thought for a minute, as my back strained to hold my
body up so my cock wouldn't have to feel the torture of holding up my torso
weight yet. 'Do i really want to take this final step?’, i thought.
With my brain so full of lust i pulled in my arms tightening the slipknots
around my widely spread wrists. i was captured beyond escape at that point and
my cock wanted to cum but couldn't because of being tied the way it was. i
couldn't cum, only endure that agonizing, orgasmic feeling that wouldn't stop.
i couldn't get away, no matter how hard i struggled. i was trapped soon to be
hanging by my wanton to be orgasmic cock, but in anxious futility.
As my back gave out i started trying to chew my way through that nasty one
inch tow rope. It felt like a rock between my teeth, but knowing i had no
other alternative, i continued to chew and had no choice now but to swallow
the debris i managed to slowly chew off that rope. It must've taken over an
hour to finally eat my way through that rope like a rat. The greasy shreds of
chewed off rope fibers began to gag me. i was covered in a profusion of sweat
from the strain and the heat. i thought about praying but that's not my bag.
My cock i was hanging from for the
past hour felt as though it was being pulled out by the roots. i couldn’t help
thinking in my time of ultimate, self-imposed stress; ‘If only instead of this
nasty tow rope, i had a rigid cock plunging to its full depth down my gagging
throat, raping me with its lusty objective of forcing me to drink every drop
of its spewing cum.’
Just before, I think, I was about to go completely mad in my lust, success
finally came and i weakly managed to chew apart the last sheds of rope that
held my wrists separated and captive. i worked my way free from my
captive ropes. When i was finally free i laid there exhausted for no telling
how long, trying to regain enough strength to climb down from the attic. In
spite of my depleted strength my inordinate passion was still screaming out
for relief so i untied my damaged cock and masturbated to climax. The
profusion of ejaculate that resulted was more than i could ever remember but i
consumed every bit of it hungrily. Only then with great effort did i finally
got loose from my bindings and somehow i managed my way down from the attic.
My worthless cock has never been the same. While one might think it wasn't
worth what i lost that day, the memory is still vivid in my slut's mind and i
wouldn't take anything for having had that experience. It is one of life's
treasured memories for my depraved, tortured mind.
True story
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Stanley's 2nd Appointment (2nd 'Stanley' installment) | STRAIGHT | Stanley meets the friendly neighborhood castratrix, and has other sexy adventures at the Male Sexual Re-alignment Clinic. | ` `
Stanley's 2nd Appointment
(2nd 'Stanley' installment)
Stanely was visibly shaken after the intensity of his first vistit to the Male
Sexual Re-alignment Clinic. As he drove home, he steered with one hand while
with the other he nervously rubbed his stubborn erection. When he pulled into
the parking space of his apartment complex, he realized that he had a long
walk to his apartment. He had to traverse sidewalks, courtyards, stairwells
and hallways. Many young women, single and married, lived in his apartment
complex and he dreaded running into them with his trousers so fully and
obviously tented out in front from his sexual arousal.
Stanley removed his car's owner's manual from the glovebox and, through an
extreme effort of will, shifted his attention to reading it. An hour and a
half later, after reading the manual cover-to-cover twice, Stanley's erection
had subsided enough to allow him to jump out of his car and make a mad dash to
his apartment. On the way, he strode quickly past two of his lovely young
neighbors, mumbling a hurried hello as he passed.
Once back inside his apartment Stanley breathed a sigh of relief.
Then he began to hurriedly strip off his clothes, planning to go into his
bedroom to relieve his burning sexual arousal. Then suddenly, he froze. He
remembered the firm instruction from Ms. van Handler not to masturbate. He let
out a curr-like whine and sank to his knees in frustration and desperation.
How was he possibly going to make it until next week without giving into the
need that burned and ached in him, he asked himself.
That week Stanley used every trick he could think of to distract himself from
doing what he was dying to do. He took cold showers, went on long walks,
starting reading "Crime and Punishment" by Dostoyevsky. And to his credit he
was mostly successful. But on two occasions he gave in. Once when he was in
the kitchen cooking supper. He impulsively yanked down his pants and,
crouching down, grabbed his cock and started pumping furiously. It took only
about two minutes before he was thrusting his hips into the air and spurting
all over the linoneum. The second time was in the middle of the night. He
awoke from an erotic dream where he was back on Ms. van Handler's exam table.
With a groan, he gave in, grabbed his cock and did the deed.
Next week, Stanley was apprehensive while driving to his appointment with Ms.
van Handler. He was terrified that she would be able to tell that he had not
been able to control his urges and had not abstained as instructed. He tried
to reassure himself that there was no way that she would be able to tell he
had done anything. After all, he had been mostly good, and had only given in
to temptation twice. He gave a smug snort and thought, she'd have to be a mind
reader in order to tell what I've been up to.
While walking from the parking lot to the clinic, Stanley looked curiously
over at the sign on the office suite adjacent to the clinic. The logo on the
shingle showed a guillotine blade descending rapidly on a hairy, saggy
scrotum, that protruded from the guillotine neck-hole. A woman's elegant
manicured hand was shown pulling the blade release cord. The name on the
shingle was Alicia J. Angelfeather. Her professional title was given as
Registered Therapeutic Castratrix (R.T.C.). Stanley felt a strange mix of
emotions as he took this all in. On the one hand he felt a little scared and
queasy, but on the other he felt a strange, dark fascination. As these dark
disturbing thoughts played in his mind, he felt himself becoming aroused. He
cursed under his breath and began to impatiently push down on his growing
erection with the heel of his hand.
"Ahem!", Stanley heard someone off to his left exclaim. Stanley was startled
and embarassed that someone had been witnessing his feeble efforts to regain
his composure and turned to see who it was. He saw an attractive young woman
wearing an expensive, tailored pantsuit. She seemed to radiate warmth,
friendliness and confidence. Stanley was so stunned by her appearance that he
just stood staring at her with his mouth hanging open. She was the first to
speak.
"Hello, I'm Alicia Angelfeather. I haven't seen you before, so you must be one
of Ms. van Handler's new patients."
"Yes," stammered Stanley, "yes, that's right."
"Well, that's wonderful," said Alicia, "I'm very pleased to meet you. I'm sure
we'll be seeing each other again soon. All of Ms. van Handler's patients come
to to see me, eventually."
Stanley didn't know what to say, and just gulped.
Alicia noticed the tent in Stanley's pants and that he was nervously glancing
at the guillotine logo on her shingle. Alicia laughed merrily and said, "I see
you've taken a fancy to my logo. I must admit I was feeling a bit devilish on
the day that I chose that design. Of course my methods are thoroughly modern
and up-to-date, and guillotines, unfortunately, he! he!, no longer have a
place in my practice. But please feel free to stop by anytime and pick up a
brochure. It explains everything in a simple pictorial style. After all, it's
important to think of the future, don't you think? He! He! Also, you can call
my office any time and schedule a free consultation. I'd just love to get a
peek at what you've got down there," and she glanced meaningfully down between
his legs, "And I'll bet you've got a nice big pair, too," she teased.
Stanley was totally stricken with fear and sexual arousal. He had to bend
forward from the waist to accomdate the bursting erection in his pants.
"Oops, gotta run," said Alicia, "I'm late for my 9 o'clock. Mustn't keep the
poor little fella in suspense. And I must confess, I'm impatient to get
started myself. There's nothing like the sight of a wrinkly, freshly shaven
scrotum offering itself up to me first thing in the morning to really get my
juices flowing, he! he! So, ta ta, see you soon!"
Stanley watched in trembling fear and amazement as Ms. Angelfeather strode
quickly and confidently up to her office door and disappeared inside.
Thankfully, Stanley had taken the precaution of arriving at the clinic a half
an hour early, so this gave him time to stand outside the clinic for a few
minutes to let his erection subside a little.
Finally, Stanley went inside, checked in, and sat down to wait.
A few minutes later, Ms. van Handler came out and called him to come up to the
desk. She introduced him to the receptionist, Maryanne, and told him that
Maryanne was taking night school courses in Male Sexual Re-alignmnet Therapy,
so Ms. van Handler would occasionally call Maryanne in to help out with, or
witness, some of her treatment procedures as she carried them out on her male
patients.
Stanley then noticed a man over in the corner of the waiting room, with a
broom, sweeping up. He was balding, stoop shouldered, nearsighted and walked
with a timid shuffle. Making what seemed to be a supreme effort of will, the
mousey little man come over to Ms. van Handler and said "Please Ms. van
Handler, please, won't you take a minute to see me this afternoon, please?"
Ms. van Handler snorted with disgust and said, "Stanley, I'd like you to meet
one of my ex-patients, Mr. Wormer. Mr. Wormer has received the full benefit of
my treatment program and has gone on to undergo the final phase, namely, a
visit to my friend and colleague next door, Ms. Angelfeather. He is now a
fully adjusted and sexually re-aligned man. Isn't that right, Mr. Wormer?"
"Yes, yes, Ms. van Handler, yes, thank you, you've been very kind and generous
to me, but please, please, I'm begging you, please see me just one more time
this afternoon, please. I must tell you that this morning I obtained a full
erection that lasted for almost 2 minutes. You must see me this afternoon, Ms.
van Handler, I'm sure I can get another one, and you must see it and touch it
for me, please."
"No, Mr. Wormer," said Ms. van Handler, "I'm afraid that that is not possible.
You know very well what my rule is about seeing ex-patients. Besides, both you
and I know that you don't really have must left down there to show anyway, so
what's the use?" she said with a warm, but somewhat dismissive, laugh. "Now
please go back to your sweeping, Mr. Wormer, and don't bother me and my
patients again, or we'll be forced to take away your floor sweeping
priviliges, as well."
Ms. van Handler ushered Stanley into the exam room and instructs him to strip
and get up onto the table.
Ms. van Handler is pleased to see that Stanley is already fully erect.
"Wonderful," she says, "we can begin right away!"
Ms. van Handler handles Stanley in many forceful and erotic ways whilst
lecturing him that the key tenet underlying the re-alignment treatment
philosophy is that his genitals now belong totally to Ms. van Handler, to do
with as she pleases.
Ms. van Handler asks Stanley if he has succumbed to playing with himself since
his last appointment. Stanley gulps hard and stammers that he hasn't.
Ms. van Handler places a special instrument around Stanley's erection. It
looks like a smaller version of a blood pressure cup. A few minutes later, Ms.
van Handler removes the instrument and informs Stanley that he has been lying,
because, according to the instrument, he has masturbated approximately two
times in the last week. Stanley confesses that he told a fib and whimperingly
asks what she is going to do to him. Ms. van Handler tells him that she will
only make a note of it for now, but if it continues, she will have to
recommend that a chastity device be worn at all times. She tells him that it
is important that nothing interfere with the treatment program, which she now
has scheduled to terminate in around 3 months.
"Three months!" exclaims Stanley, "but, but, but you said it would take
years!"
"Yes, yes," Ms. van Handler says reassuringly, "some treatment programs,
difficult ones, can sometimes take years to complete, but the normal term for
a totally docile and cooperative patient, like you Stanley, is around 3
months."
Stanley's new feelings of terror and dread somehow mix with his feelings of
arousal, and he starts to whine and whimper and squirm on the exam table, and
his swollen cock swells to even greater hardness and begins to turn a light
purple.
Ms. van Handler smiles with satisfaction when she sees this, and informs
Stanley that it is now time for him to get into the special chair and to
manually stimulate himself until he releases his sperm while she and her
assistant and Maryanne, who she calls in from the reception area, stand and
watch.
After he gets into the special chair, Stanley is barely even aware of his
audience while he masturbates for them. He is so preoccupied with what he as
learned today, from Ms. Angelfeather, Mr. Wormer and Ms. van Handler. "Oh my
god, only 3 months!" he thinks to himself as he jerks off. As if Ms. van
Handler is reading his mind, she says, "that's right, Stanley, only 3 more
months, and you'll be ready to make that special trip over to Ms.
Angelfeather's. Your re-alignment is coming along very well so far, much
better than I expected." Stanley groans and starts cumming in huge wet spurts
when he hears this. Ms. van Handler laughs and repeats, "yes, only 3 more
months, and you'll be totally re-aligned. Isn't that wonderful?"
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Busted - The Game Show: Chapter 20 | GAY, TESTICLES, NULLIFICATION, MINOR | Busted – The Game Show
© Justin Cumberland 2007
Chapter Twenty
‘Are you alright, Todd?’
‘Sure I am,’ Todd said, wiping the tears away and putting Mr. Misky on the
floor. ‘I’m fucking with the best looking guy.’ He smiled. ‘Why wouldn’t I be
okay? I’m fucking with a bloody football jock.’
‘Don’t be a prick, Todd.’
‘I’m not being a prick. I’m gonna make you a nullo, Jase. You’ll like it.
It’ll be better that way. I mean, you are a bit of a mess, aren’t you?’ He
nodded at Jason’s groin.
‘Don’t piss me off, Todd.’
‘Don’t piss you off? I don’t think you can be pissed off, can you, Jase? I
don’t think you know how. I mean – you said thank you in Gift-Giving, you
fucking pussy.’
‘What?’
‘You said “oh, thank you” like I’d done you a favor. And I knew then, the
minute that I heard that. I knew. You fucking well want it.’
‘What? We didn’t even—’ Jason said, but stopped, because he remembered.
[Frame: Open. Recall.]
There was no set-up round for Blast-Off. They didn’t have ‘set-up’ rounds.
They had been playing Gift-Giving. The exchange of boxes was Gift-Giving.
And Todd had fucked with him. Todd had fucked with him really badly, making
him ashamed of himself, making him so ashamed that he had simply blocked out
the memory and disposed of it, patching the event to another place, hidden,
fusing things together and connecting them around a blank of time which had
ceased to exist. Distorting things that didn’t make sense.
‘Did you forget it, Jase? You’re good at that, aren’t you?’
They had come out in suits. They were called ‘Birthday Suits’ but were
actually suits. They were the sort of suits that you would wear to a birthday
party sometime way in the past, if you had been a kid, and someone had invited
you to their Birthday. It was the suit that Todd was wearing now.
Jason had suffered the four hits in the first round. His balls were swollen.
He was in disgrace; and he had come out, in the suit, and got a round of
applause. It had made him feel better. The hits had been a mistake. That Eric
shit had been responsible; and it was going to stop there.
Behind the five boxes that had contained the devices were the fifty-three
Gift-Giving boxes. They were birthday presents – and the game, was something
of a joke. It was almost impossible to get done on Gift-Giving. It had
happened to Pete, and, Jason now realized, a thing had happened to him also –
in a way he never would have thought possible.
They took off the suits and revealed themselves in jockstraps. They were
supposed to be naughty boys playing some birthday game, stripping themselves –
and the suits were only there as an excuse – as a tease to the audience who
could watch the guys strip down to jockstraps like they were kids
unsupervised, playing spin-the-bottle at a birthday party.
‘I pulverized one, didn’t I, Jase. Do you remember? I pulverized one of your
fucking nuts and you said “oh, thank you.”’
Jason went red with shame.
There were fifty-three boxes and only three of them contained something you
could waste a guy with. The producer, hadn’t, Jason told himself, believed it
was a possibility, and hadn’t done anything to ensure that Jason wouldn’t get
one of those three boxes.
‘You fucking felt it, Jase. You knew it was gone; and you said “oh, thank
you.”’
Jason slipped his hands between his thighs and pressed the place, locking his
knees together. He could feel the patch where his balls had been. He could
remember the pain. It had been a pleasure, unreal. It had felt beyond belief;
and he had said, “oh, thank you.”
Todd had got the kitchen set. Apart from the toolbox and the bar set, it was
the only thing worth getting. They had each chosen a present to give to one of
the other contestants. All of the contestants had chosen Jason. He was used to
that. He always got chosen. But he couldn’t choose himself, and he had chosen
Todd.
Jason had got a watch. He had got a telephone. He had got an address book,
from Joshua, Simon and Pete.
They had already received the device boxes and this was supposed to be a bit
of fun – to fill in to the ad break. That was all it was. No one expected
anything to happen. It never did.
Todd had come over with his present and Jason opened it. He pulled his head
back in disbelief. It was the kitchen set. He had seen it before. He had seen
guys cop it before; and he had looked up at the producer, thinking, you’ve got
to do something.
It was all about balls, of course. Todd had a lot of stuff in there – a
rolling pin, kitchen scissors, knives, a cheese grater, potato masher and
other assorted utensils. It was everything you’d find in a kitchen draw. But
he could only use it in certain ways. He couldn’t nullify Jason with the
stuff. He could only do his nuts – and he hadn’t even done that. He had broken
Jason. He had worked at it.
‘I didn’t even think it’d happen,’ Todd said. ‘I mean, I did. I wanted it to.
I wanted to bust em. But I wanted Blast-Off more. And I thought, if I busted
even one of them, you’d just pull out. So I tried to be careful; but I
couldn’t help myself. Oh God, Jase, it was so good! It felt so fucking good
when it went!’
Jason got angry. He felt his head get hot and he clenched his fists as he
tried to push the memory away; but he knew, all the same, that it was there,
and that Todd was pushing him. He felt like hitting Todd. The kid had actually
burst one of testicles, for Christ’s sake!
Jason had felt sick. He had looked at the kitchen stuff, unable to move; and
he had thought, this is it. This is really gonna happen. I’m really gonna lose
my nuts. He had been worried about it, but at the same time, somehow pleased.
He had felt sick and excited and relieved. There was nothing he could do about
it. He was trapped. He didn’t have any choice about whether it would happen or
whether it wouldn’t happen. It simply would. He wouldn’t have to do anything
about it. There was nothing he could do. And this beautiful kid was just gonna
bust him.
It was like a dream come true. It was humiliating. It was made him sick with
rage. But he couldn’t help liking it. He hated it. He liked it and hated
alternately.
And he had tried not to smile. He had managed it. He didn’t want to see anyone
wanting him to get it. And he wasn’t sure, of course. He wasn’t sure he wanted
it. He didn’t want it. He wouldn’t be happy about it afterwards. If it could
somehow happen and not happen, it would be okay; and he had made that happen.
He had made it happen by forgetting about it afterwards, cheating himself of
the memory, which made the fact that it had happened pointless.
But at the time, he hadn’t thought it was possible for it to happen and not
happen. He wanted his balls; and he hadn’t known they were gonna get blown in
Blast-Off anyway. But still, even though he wanted them, he had wanted the
experience of having them busted. He wanted to know what it was like. What it
felt like. And he tried to shut his fear down. There was nothing he could do,
anyway. He had to accept the present. Those were the rules. He had to put his
own legs apart and take whatever was going to happen.
Andy and Sam came over with the sensors. They strapped one to each thigh – a
narrow band of white elastic with a green flashing light.
‘With your jocks on,’ Todd said, stopping Jason as Andy and Sam came towards
him. ‘Leave your jocks on, eh?’
Jason had felt his fingers in the waistband. He was about to pull them down
and release his cock which was sticking wildly out at one side, half-trapped.
He was disappointed. He wanted to pull the jocks down and release his cock. It
was visible anyway and the jocks were annoying; but somehow, when Todd started
hitting him, they made it better. The fact of the soft cotton deadened the
blows. They took away the sting on the skin and made the sensation internal.
They made it sweet.
‘I’ve got a present to give you,’ Todd said, ignoring Andy and Sam as they
strapped his thighs and walked away. ‘I am going to make you something – or
nothing. You are, after all, the birthday boy, aren’t you, Jason?’ The green
lights were flashing. ‘Spread your legs a bit please. I have to feed it to
you. I want to show you how to eat what I’m going to feed you.’ Todd slapped
Jason’s legs gently with a hand, buffeting the stiff hand between Jason’s
inner thighs and cajoling his legs apart.
Jason shuffled his feet apart and locked his legs rigidly. His legs were
trying to shake and he had to control them. He felt like he was going to shit
himself. And the fact that the jockstrap was open at the back didn’t make
things any better.
He was excited. And sick with the fear. Oh shit! he had thought to himself.
There’s no way I’m gonna let this happen. There’s no way. But there was he
couldn’t. It was too late. There wasn’t any choice. You don’t have any choice,
he said to himself, realizing; and you want it, don’t you? Didn’t you? It’ll
be good. Take it like a man.
Yes, he would take it like a man. He would make out like he was sticking to
the rules. It would be good. It was okay for it to happen this way. It wasn’t
like he was doing it on purpose. It wasn’t like he was doing it to himself. He
had no control. He breathed deeply and tried not to smile. He tried not to
vomit.
Todd shuffled around in the box, moving all the items about like he was
searching in a kitchen draw. ‘Well…’ he said, scratching his head ‘Mmm…’ He
picked up a knife and considered it, turning it over in the light. ‘No.’ He
put it back.
Jason swallowed. He legs had buckled in a bit and the sight of the knife and
he had stared, feeling the tears prick at his eyes. The tension was too much.
His legs started to shake and he had to lock them harder. He could feel the
breeze of the air-conditioner swishing around his naked butt and he had to
concentrate on keeping his hole clenched. If he didn’t, if he let go, he was
afraid he would shit himself. And he had seen that happen! It wasn’t a pretty
sight.
The audience went into hysterics.
This was his balls! he said to himself. And he had to stand there like he
didn’t care and just let it happen. He wasn’t even restrained. Some kid was
gonna waste his nuts and he was gonna to just stand there. He thought about
kicking Todd, just kicking out with a foot and running, bolting off the
fucking stage and smashing anyone who tried to stop him, struggling and
freeing himself, and running; but he knew it wasn’t possible. It wouldn’t, he
knew, do him any good to fight. He would be brought back. He would be
restrained. He had watched the show enough times to know what happened to the
guys that baulked. It never looked good.
It was gonna happen. It was just gonna happen. He was gonna be a eunuch. Oh
shit! Oh shit! Oh shit! You do want it, he said to himself, feeling a sudden
rush of excitement. The feeling flowed up his spine and tingled with the sound
of the utensils shuffling in the box. They were like metal shards tinkling in
his back, in his thighs, in his stomach and groin.
It will be okay. Calm down. There’s nothing you can do anyway. It’ll just
happen. No one will be able to tell that you want it. Act like you don’t want
it. Just let it happen like you don’t care. Like it’s not the worst thing in
the world and you’re strong enough to take it.
And then he had another sudden reversal. He didn’t want it all over again.
He felt like crying with sickness at the position he had put himself in; but
he told himself, simply, that it was too late. There was nothing he could do.
And there wasn’t. He had abrogated choice.
Todd ruffled through the items and finally made his own choice. He pulled out
just two things – a pair of kitchen tongs and a soup-ladle. ‘I think these’ll
do,’ he said. ‘We are making soup, after all, aren’t we?’
Jason frowned. Soup? What was he going to do with them? Make soup?
He realized, of course, all at once – and he wouldn’t have had to wait long to
find out. Todd was wasting his time. He had a limited amount of it. Five
minutes. And he was wasting it. He was playing around like he had all the time
in the world, and teasing Jason, when all the time the tock was ticking, and
ticking away his time.
Todd frowned. He was sitting on a leg with one knee raised up in front of
Jason. He reached up and grabbed Jason’s sack like it wasn’t part of a human
being, and frowned. He held Jason’s sack like it was the tassel of a curtain
or a ball on a string. It was like Jason had suddenly disappeared and Todd was
alone in a room, fingering some inanimate object. He fingered the top of the
sack and worked the balls down, cupping his fingers around the top of Jason’s
scrotum and accidentally pulling on the jocks so that Jason’s cock sprang out
again and hit Todd in the forehead. Todd moved his head back a bit and ignored
it. It wasn’t there as far as he was concerned. He turned his head on one
side, considering Jason’s balls enclosed in a thumb and forefinger ring.
Jason didn’t look down. He could see it on the monitor; and he looked stoic.
His face was a blank. And he didn’t want to spoil it by staring down with an
expression of disbelief while a little kid busted him. He had to be strong. He
had to act like a man. It was the only way to save face. He had to pretend
that it wouldn’t hurt him, that he couldn’t be hurt.
‘How about – meatball soup?’ Todd said, saying the words with a precision and
a lightness and turning his head up to Jason as he said them. He smiled.
‘Meatball – soup?’
Jason felt his face twitch but he ignored it. He pretended he hadn’t heard
Todd and looked straight ahead, able to see what was happening on the monitor,
but looking like he wasn’t looking, not staring directly at it, but staring
straight ahead.
He felt his chest heave with a series of sudden deep breaths and tried to
control it. He didn’t want it to be visible. He didn’t want the audience to
see his weakness.
Todd reached back with his other hand and picked up the tongs. He closed them
around the top of Jason’s sack quickly, imprisoning the soft skin in the V of
the tongs, in the place where Todd had circled it with his fingers, pinching
the skin with the tongs through the cotton jocks as he collapsed them on the
sack, squeezing the heads of the tongs together and clasping them
unmercifully. He forced the soft skin into a vice-like grip and imprisoned
Jason’s swollen balls beneath it.
Jason winced. It hurt.
He didn’t want it. Right then. Right there. At that moment. Jason decided he
didn’t want it. If it was possible to stop it, he would have said stop. Right
then. Right there. But that wasn’t possible.
Todd stood up. He kept the tongs closed with one hand and reached down
sideways to pick up the soup ladle.
Jason felt his thighs start to quiver. His knees were shuddering and his legs
wanted to fold inwards. He wanted to let that happen and sink to the floor on
his knees. He wanted to fall down and reach forward and hold onto Todd and
say, ‘No, please! Don’t!’ He imagined his voice as high and strained and he
locked his knees hard at the sound of it, determined not to let it happen,
determined not to make a fool of himself.
It would be okay, he said. It was gonna hurt. It was just gonna hurt. And it
was just gonna happen. There’s nothing you can do. Make it the best you can.
It’s not the end of the world. You’re gonna go on after this and you’re going
to win. He would have a sack by the looks of it. He would get prosthetic
balls. The kid wouldn’t have the time to cut him now. There was only three
minutes left. It didn’t look like he was going to cut him anyway. He wouldn’t,
would he? You’ll go on, Jason. It’s planned out. You’ll win. You’ll get to
waste the kid and get him back. It’s only your balls getting hurt. They’re
just getting hurt.
He would be a man. He didn’t care how young he was. He wouldn’t cry. He would
act like Brad. He wouldn’t break. He was determined.
But not as determined as Todd, it turned out. He wanted to break Jason. He
wanted not only to bust his balls but to see him break. He wanted to see him
crack. He had already seen Jason made a fool of in the saddle round and he
wanted to see it again.
Jason knew what the kid was about and he couldn’t let that happen. He wasn’t
going to break. He might have been young, but he was, after all, a man, wasn’t
he?
Todd was a kid; and he would get what was coming to him.
Todd held the soup ladle in one hand, swinging it around playfully. He held
the ends of the tongs firmly clasped in his other. He gripped the soup ladle
suddenly and swung up to Jason’s balls, stopping and the last moment as though
suddenly remembering something. He didn’t even touch Jason’s sack. He reached
up on his tiptoes straining down with the hand on the tongs and stretching
Jason’s sack as he whispered in his ear. ‘I’m terribly sorry,’ he said. His
breath was hot. ‘I forgot to tell you. But this’ll probably be a bit
uncomfortable. I’m going to burst your testicles.’ He flicked his tongue and
touched it in Jason’s ear. Jason felt his cock jerk up and felt a shiver race
down his spine. His head felt woozy at the feel of Todd’s breath and tongue
and he felt like he would sink. He wanted to put his arms around the kid. He
wanted to reach out and hug him and lean on him so the kid supported his
weight, and stay there, stay there while the kid did it. Just stay there and
hold him while he let him.
Todd pulled back and made a show of swinging the soup ladle around again. He
held it loosely by the end and brought it up, merely tapping Jason’s sack.
It hurt a little bit and Jason felt like smiling. It was too much. The tension
was too much. He wanted it to happen. The kid was making him want it.
‘Oops,’ Todd said. He swung back again, and looked like he wasn’t going to,
feigning, he turned around and turned back before hitting Jason hard. It
wasn’t as hard as Jason expected but he felt his knees falter under the
unexpectedness of it. He locked them back and looked straight ahead. And then
he felt the pain. It came a moment or so after the hit and right before Todd
hit him again. And then the pleasure started to flow. The blockers turned the
pain into a pleasure compounded by a pain and topped by a pleasure that became
a pain as Todd hit him time and time again, harder each time, a fraction
harder each time with the measured stokes of a meter, hitting Jason’s balls
dead on, right in the center with the back of the soup ladle, time. Time.
Time. Time. Time. And time again, seemingly endlessly.
Tendrils of elongated fingers stretched up inside Jason, stretching up into
his abs and jerking with each new hit, jerking downward and tugging with a
sudden warmth, stretching up into his back and jerking and tugging as Todd hit
again and again, harder and harder, till Jason felt that he was being tugged
and pulled and jerked and dragged into the ground, buckling at the knees and
straightening as the as tendrils fought their way upward and into his neck
where they tugged and jerked at his head, and made him warm and dizzy and sick
with a pleasure unreal. And his eyes smarted with pain; while tears unbidden,
sprang forth and spat silently, without him being able to do anything about it
but watch as they sprang and jolted from his head; keeping a blank face, he
did his best not to smile.
Todd hit him a final time. Really hard. And then he stopped. He paused. And
hit him once more. Unexpectedly. Out of time with the rhythm he had been
keeping and Jason’s body jolted. He tried to breathe. That was too much. He
forced his knees which were juddering backwards and gritted his teeth and
tried to breathe through a partly opened mouth. It took a moment but he found
the breath and sucked it inwards. He was getting confused. He didn’t know what
had happened. The kid had stopped. He had hit him hard and had hit again, just
as hard; and he had stopped. Was the time up? He blinked once and saw the
clock. One one five. One one four. One one three. Maybe his balls had busted.
He darted a glance at the monitor and looked for the sensors on his thighs. He
wanted to look down right at them; but he fought it. He couldn’t see the
sensors clearly on the monitor. He couldn’t tell if the lights were flashing
green. It was all over, he supposed. He hadn’t even felt it. His balls had
busted. And he hadn’t even realized. He blinked and cleared the tears from his
eyes. He focused on the monitor and got a sudden surprise. The sensors were
green. They were flashing green. And he could make out the shape of his balls
in his sack and it certainly didn’t look like mush. It was firm and round,
prized in the tongs held by a hand that entered the picture from one side.
They weren’t mush. It hadn’t happened. The sensors were flashing green.
He felt himself breathing quickly; and tried to relax. He had to keep forcing
his thighs apart and he watched the monitor to see if the movement in his legs
was visible. The kid’s arse came into the shot. He stood right in front of
Jason, blocking his view on the monitor. What was he doing? He had stretched
to one side for a moment and had stepped back into the frame. Jason glanced
down through the slits of his eyes and saw the kid reaching up to speak to
him. He looked back at the monitor and saw the kid’s arse as he raised himself
onto the tips of his toes. He saw Todd’s firm little butt tighten in the
jockstrap as the kid stretched upward.
Todd rested his head against Jason’s and whispered in his ear.
‘Do you want to choose?’ he said.
Jason blinked. He gritted his teeth. ‘What?’ he said, speaking through
clenched teeth like he was a ventriloquist, making out like he hadn’t spoken
at all, not wanting to be seen.
‘Left or – right?’ Todd said, sliding the soup ladle up Jason’s back, and
letting it slide down again, sliding it and cupping it into the crack of
Jason’s arse. ‘I might just do one.’
Jason was gonna hit him. He was gonna thrust forward and knock the kid down.
He was gonna jump on top of him and start fisting the little shit’s face. One!
Did the shit think he was being kind? Who was he to bust one of Jason’s
fucking balls? He didn’t even know the little shit.
Jason took a couple of deep breaths and controlled himself. He would waste a
bit of time. The clock was ticking down. The kid would run out of time. He had
a minute maybe. Jason could save himself. He watched the clock tick over to
fifty-nine; and then, illogically, seeing the time, and realizing there was
only fifty-nine seconds left, Jason did something he didn’t believe he had
done afterwards. He worried about there not being enough time. He worried the
kid wouldn’t enough time to bust him. And he wanted one busted didn’t he? One
would be okay. That would be okay, Jase.
‘Left,’ he said, though gritted teeth. The left one was weaker. He didn’t know
why it felt that way but it did. There was nothing wrong with it. But he had
hurt himself so many times that he knew the left one was weaker. The doctor
had said it was okay after the rock-climbing accident; but it had never really
been the same since then. He didn’t know why, but the right, ever since, had
seemed fuller and harder in comparison. It had seemed healthier.
‘I’ll make it the right,’ Todd said. He kissed Jason’s ear gently. Jason heard
the sound of the kiss and shivered at the sound of it and at the sound of what
Todd had said. He felt his head go woozy while at the same time he felt his
arms jerk upwards. He reached up to squeeze the life out of the little shit’s
body, but controlled himself. Right at that moment he would have bent Todd
over and fucked him. He would have picked up a knife and thrust it into the
little shit’s chest as he fucked him and came into his arsehole. He would have
felt the blood drain out of the kid, felt it flow over his fist; felt the life
force ebb, draining away as Todd kicked feebly, silenced, kicking with
spasming silent legs, underneath Jason’s thighs.
He would have. He could have. But he had a conscience. And he kept his body
upright.
Todd brought the ladle in hard. He hit the right testicle fair on, smashing it
into the arm of the tongs. And he hit it again. He hit it time and time again,
a little bit harder each time – still playing, still not putting his full
weight into it but increasing it every time, starting all over again and
measuring the strokes carefully. He hit seven or eight, ten times and Jason
became entranced. He became frustrated and entranced. Oh, if it would just
happen! The last shreds of resolve bled away and he yearned for it. He would
have let it happen anyway. At that moment, Jason would have let the kid do it.
Even if he had been at home and they had been playing some fucked up game, he
would have let the kid do it. He yearned for it to happen. He yearned for the
release of the burst; and he could only feel anxious as the clock ticked down,
worrying that it might not burst, worrying that the kid might not hit him hard
enough and fighting the desire to shift his body sideways so that the kid
would catch both of his nuts on the final blow, so that he could feel both of
them burst in the final helpless crack.
He could kill the kid later.
From twenty the audience started to count down; and Todd fell in step with
them, hitting Jason on the second number each time: nineteen, eigh-TEEN
seventeen six-TEEN fifteen four-TEEN thirteen twelVE eleven and TEN nine EIGHT
seven SIX five FOUR three TWO one, and of course, with all his might, zerO.
It popped. Jason felt it pop. He didn’t have to look at the sensors to know
that it had popped. His nut had burst. And he felt the sudden release of
liquid squirt on the inside wall of his sack. He felt the warmth and let his
head fall back, luxuriating in the feel. His dick started to jerk
spasmodically and he came in a sudden rush, involuntarily, without even
realizing it was going to happen. It jetted out far across the stage as Todd
bent his body to avoid it; and Jason brought his head up than, chastened,
determined not to be made to look foolish again, while savoring the feel of
the orgasm in his loins.
He stared straight ahead and locked his knees back. His legs were shuddering,
of course. He was impossible to stop that. His right leg particularly had
started up a rhythmic spasm which he could not control though he locked his
knee back time and time again. It was as though he was trying to shake
something off of his right foot when all the time he had it planted firmly
into the floor. He looked down through slitted eyes and saw the kid. Todd was
massaging his sack. He had let the tongs and the ladle go. They had clattered
to the floor; and Todd had knelt down, wrapping his fingers around Jason’s
sack and squeezing, trying to see what he had done. He was feeling the place
and bubbling the remains of Jason’s busted ball between the tips of his
fingers. He stood up and stepped closer before reaching forward again. It was
like he couldn’t get enough of it. He couldn’t leave the place alone and he
was breaking the rules. He took Jason’s sack again and worked at it, feeling
with the tips of his fingers on both hands, rolling the good ball under his
right and squeezing the mangled remains under the fingers of his left. Jason
watched, only partly conscious, head-warm and concentrating on his legs,
concentrating on standing and looking impassive. He didn’t want anyone to see
how much he was enjoying himself. The series of blows had worked his senses
into a pleasure which made pain unrecognizable.
He watched Todd through slitted eyes, fascinated by the kid’s fascination. He
saw the kid’s knees collapsing inwards and touching each other; and saw the
kid place his weight on one leg while he rubbed together the insides of his
thighs together, moving the other. And then, as though it was the most natural
thing in the world, Todd reached down with his left hand and plucked at the
waistband of his jocks. He let his erect cock pop forward while he tugged down
on the jocks as though he was going to piss. The third end of his cock popped
out and he ignored the fact that he had done it, like he had just reached down
to scratch himself. He gloggled Jason’s mangled remains with the tips of his
fingers on the one hand while he held the waistband down with the other. And
his cock burst in a sudden jet, the liquid spurting up in a fount and landing
to drape itself over the top of Jason’s cock, sliding down it and globbling
down into Jason’s jocks, wetting them and soaking them.
Jason swallowed. He closed his eyes and felt the tickle of the cream as it
slid down his stem to the base of his cock, sliding around and down the sides
of his damaged sack where Todd continued to massage, working the semen into
the skin through the fabric of the jocks, using both hands again, having put
his penis away.
Jason let his head fall back a bit. Todd’s fingers were warm and his nut felt
loose and soft. He could feel the shape of the good ball underneath Todd’s
hand, and he could feel the squishiness of the other as Todd worked fingers
over the lumps that were left. Jason remembered the crack of the moment it had
burst. He savored the feel. The feel of the burst and the release. He bit his
bottom lip and tried not to show it; but Todd reached around behind Jason and
put his hand on Jason’s arse. He looked up and smiled wildly, leaving off with
Jason’s sack. He pulled himself up and thrust his body against Jason’s,
tippling the head of his cock in a number of wobbly circles below Jason’s
navel, and touching it against Jason’s dick, hitting it against it once, two,
three times, until it came to rest beside it as Todd pulled himself up with
one hand, using Jason’s shoulder.
Todd kissed him on the cheek; and Jason used Todd’s body to conceal himself as
he reached down and did what he had wanted to do ever since it had busted. He
reached down and thrust his hand between the two bodies, closing on his broken
testicle with thumb and fingers, feeling it squaggle underneath the pads of
his digits, feeling his good ball, and feeling, at the same time, on the back
of his hand, the roll of Todd’s undamaged balls beneath the soft cotton
fabric. Jason exhaled. He sighed involuntarily and said, ‘Oh, thank you!’ in a
sudden release of breath, without being able to stop himself, without thinking
about what he was saying, only hearing the relief and the gratitude in his
voice as he said it.
It was the closest thing to sex he had ever had.
He felt his thighs jittering inwards and he moved his hands and held them on
the kid’s back, trying to support himself. He wanted to slide his arms down
and cup his hands into the crack of the kid’s arse. But he couldn’t do that.
He couldn’t stand properly; and there were, anyway, people watching. He
pressed the side of his face against Todd’s and felt the brush of the kid’s
hair as Todd pulled away. Jason let his hands slide out and held them at the
sides of the kid’s chest, using it to support himself. He tried to get a grip.
He would have to stand up. He would have to look stoic for the audience. He
straightened but left his hands there – and somehow, he managed to look okay.
They didn’t even laugh. They hadn’t seen or heard what he had said to Todd;
and the shame, when it came, was internal.
It was guilt, frustration, rage and anger.
And he felt like he would burst with it. But it didn’t come then. It came
minutes later, after he had given Todd his present. And there were moments of
bliss until then, a pleasure which he managed to hide.
‘Have you got something for me?’ Todd said, looking up at him, and unhooking
Jason’s hands from the sides of his chest.
Jason nodded. He stumbled down and picked up the box. He looked slightly
injured, he supposed, when he watched the tapes, but if felt worse than it
looked. He had done well to hide the looseness, the feeling of weakness, but
he was used to walking injured. He had been doing it for years.
‘Oh wow!’ Todd said, opening the box. He collapsed onto the ground and folded
his legs, pulling the book out of the box. He had actually got something that
he wanted. Something that meant a lot to Todd. It was a ‘How to Draw Manga’
book – and Todd had always loved cartoons. He loved the dream of a reality
constructed. In a bright blaze of colors made real.
And Jason had known it himself. It wasn’t that long ago since he had been
Todd’s age. It didn’t seem that long ago at all. And he had once been obsessed
in a way with the whole thing himself; and he had seen the colorful characters
in his house at one time, alone, imagining them, talking to them, seeing them
grown real and solid and present in his room, in his kitchen, in his bathroom,
in the garden, for weeks at a time, smiling and speaking to him when he was
younger, fighting and playing, when he was younger, being with him, when he
was younger.
But the time had passed. And Jason wasn’t younger any longer. He had grown. He
had grown too quickly. And he couldn’t think like that anymore, Garth said. He
was too old for cartoons. He was too old for fantasy. He was too old now to
act like a child. You’re supposed to be a man, Garth said. I need you to be a
man. And when Garth came over, he turned the TV off.
Before then, before Garth, and when he had first known him, Jason had wanted
to be an artist himself. He had wanted to draw. And he had been able to draw.
He had been good at drawing, making colorful fantasies which sank inwards on
the page. But had left off with it, having to, of course, out of necessity.
And he turned to football. That was the sort of thing he had to do, Garth
said. He couldn’t be a pussy. And so he was an artist turned footballer. And
he had put away his art. He burnt it.
It had been his best subject at school. It had been his best subject at one
time. It was the only thing he had ever been good at, really. And it was the
only thing that had made school make sense.
And Jason was envious of Todd when he saw the book. It was just what he had
wanted. He had wanted a book like that for himself.
It was A3 and glossy and would have cost hundreds of dollars. It was as thick
as a telephone directory and had page after page of blazing illustrations, a
colorful maze of a life that Jason had known, upon a time. It was a life that
he had lived in his mind. And he had wanted that book. He had wanted a book
like that; and when he saw it, Jason had remembered. He had remembered wanting
a book like that. He had remembered coveting it. He had remember looking at it
in a shop and sitting in the aisle, cross-legged, as Todd was doing now,
sitting oblivious to all that was around him, turning page after page,
entranced. He had fallen aslumber under a spell of imagining and got in
trouble for it, sitting too long, sitting too late; and it was with a sense of
resignation that he had put the book back onto the shelf, exhaling and biting
his lips and looking at the lady, when he had wanted it; and wanted it without
knowing anyone who would possibly buy it for him.
And so he was envious, but not. He took a breath, being pleased also, somehow,
surely, because he saw Todd as himself. He had got that book and was watching
himself with it, pleased for Todd, pleased to see himself there as Todd leafed
through the book, sitting cross-legged on the ground and turning the pages
excitedly, forgetting all about the fact that he was on a game show,
forgetting all about the fact that he had just burst one of Jason’s testicles,
forgetting it as though it didn’t matter, as though it wasn’t of any
importance at all, as though it wasn’t a thing of moment it his life, which it
wasn’t. He was a little kid who had just got a present. And Jason had to be
happy for him, didn’t he? And proud of himself as the giver of a gift well
received.
Todd stood up and hugged him, suddenly remembering Jason standing there, a
little bit crooked. ‘Oh, thanks,’ he said. ‘Really – thanks.’ He drew back and
put out his hand out. ‘Friends?’ he said.
Jason took Todd’s hand. He shook it. ‘Sure,’ he said, happily, but his voice
had cracked, and at that moment, when he heard it, the rage had collapsed all
around him. A rage not so much as at Todd as it was at himself, as it was at
Garth and at his parents and at a world that was everything that had conspired
to put him in this place today and leave him there, where he was, broken.
He let go of Todd’s hand and turned away. He gritted his teeth and twisted his
face into a contortion which couldn’t be sustained.
‘Yes, I’ll fucking go on,’ he had said, when Larry had asked him. A phrase
disconnected, unconnected and unrelated to everything that had happened before
it. Spoken and left separate, isolated and without sense, attached only to a
feeling which had to be disjuncted.
And he blanked. And became himself. The Jason he knew.
‘That’s some friend you’ve got out there!’ the surgeon had said. And Jason had
thought he meant Garth. ‘That’s quite a hit you took out there!’ and Jason had
thought he meant the mallets. ‘Everything’s trying to cram out of here!’ and
Jason had thought that his testicles where whole while swollen as the surgeon
sewed a device that Todd had chosen amongst the mashed and mangled remains.
‘Are you seeing it, Jase? Are you seeing the pain?’ Todd said. ‘Are you seeing
the frames?’
Jason got up and moved forward in a rush. He toppled the chair behind him with
the backs of his knees. Todd tried to stand and back; but Jason gripped him.
He grabbed Todd’s throat and tugged the kid forward. He swung him out again
like a jointed doll. ‘Fuck your fucking mouth up,’ Jason said, contorting his
face, speaking unintelligibly. He brought his fist back and hesitated. But
smashed. Jabbed forward into a face that had averted, catching Todd on one
side between cheekbone and jaw, connected on a final gritted word, ‘you little
fucking shit!’
Todd’s head snapped sideway. His body folded backwards over the chair. He
toppled over and arched, landed heavily; and skidded across the lunch-room on
a hip, legs suspended, skiddadling chairs out of the way and toppling them
over, making a passage like the scar of a crash in a forest.
Jason stared at nothing. He clenched his fists and breathed.
[Frame: Open. Distort field.]
‘Did he hit you?’ Jason said, moving forward, coming into the room.
Todd hauled and tried to push himself up. He took a breath. ‘Yeah, Jase, he
fucking well hit me,’ Todd said. He collapsed on the floor and cradled his
head. He turned it to one side and heaved with a sudden wretched sob.
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Serving "Father" | STRAIGHT, TESTICLES | Warning-not much graphic sex or violence, but I like the story. | ` Serving “Father” `
My story begins in 1974. I was fifteen and a runaway. Up until then, I had
lived my entire life in Fresno, CA, which, although a city, still had a small
town atmosphere.
My mother and father divorced when I was six. He moved back East. He stopped
by a couple of times when I was a kid-when he traveled to the West Coast on
business-but, since my Mom married Steve three years ago, he hadn’t even sent
me a card on my birthday, or at Christmas. I didn’t have his address or phone
number.
When it was just my mom and I, it wasn’t so bad, but that changed when she
married Steve. I hated Steve! He didn’t hit me often-it would have been an
acknowledgment of my existence-but, if he talked to me at all, it was to put
me down. I could never do anything right-as far as he was concerned. I often
overheard his talking to my mom about how worthless I was. She never stood up
for me.
School had just ended. I had completed my sophomore year of high school. It
was hot-I was fed up. There was no way that I was going to spend the summer
listening to Steve tell me, and my mom, how worthless I was.
I had been saving my money-I had about fifty dollars. Steve had been putting
his change in a large jar in his bedroom for years. After putting it through
their change sorting machine, the bank gave me $315.67.
I packed some clothes, a pair of hiking boots, my tooth brush, toothpaste, a
safety razor that my mom used-I shaved my upper lip about once a week-and a
picture of my mom and me before she married Steve into my backpack. It was
hot, so I was dressed in a T-shirt, jeans and sneakers.
I caught the 2:45 PM bus to LA Mom and Steve wouldn’t get home from work until
almost 6 PM. I’d be long gone before then. Steve would be mad about his change
jar, but he would be glad to be rid of me. It was only right that he had to
pay for my going.
LA was too intense for a boy from Fresno. If some guy was nice to me, it was
because he wanted to suck my cock-or wanted me to suck his. I wasn’t into
that. Although I was a virgin-I was a shy kid-I liked girls. I decided to
catch the bus to San Francisco.
San Francisco was cool. It was like a big carnival in many ways. It seemed as
though there were musicians or performers on every street corner. I liked the
cable cars. You could jump on, or off, of them while they were still moving. I
rode them up and down the steep San Francisco streets, went to Fisherman’s
Wharf, saw Lombard St., which they called the most crooked street in the
world, and went to Golden Gate Park. I smoked dope for the first time, but
didn’t like it that much. It made me too paranoid. Maybe it wouldn’t have been
so bad, if I hadn’t already been a little scared-felt so lonely.
The next day I caught the subway (BART) over to Berkeley. When I got off the
train, a guy came up to me. He was dressed in a suit. At first I thought that
he was coming on to me-started to walk off, but he said that he was a member
of a group of people-girls and boys-who lived as a community in an old
fraternity house off the campus of U.C. Berkeley. He gave me the address-
invited me to come over at 6 PM for dinner. Since I had less than $200 left, a
free meal was welcomed.
I had assumed that I would be the only guest, but there must have been at
least twenty. We filled our plates from a buffet line, then sat on folding
chairs set up in a large room in the basement of their large two story house.
I never talked to any of the other guests. We each had a member of the
community living at the house on each side. Everyone was friendly. No one
asked me if I was a runaway. For the first time since I’d left home, I didn’t
feel lonely-or scared.
After we finished eating, a tall balding man in his forties-he looked like a
college professor-stood up in front of the room. He was in charge of the
house-of the community. He said that they were a group of people dedicated to
making the world a better place. He gave some anecdotal examples of the
friendliness of members in dealing with people outside of it, for example, how
they would engage people on busses or elevators in conversation, or sing
songs. He invited us to come up to their farm at Boone Valley for the weekend.
Boone Valley was north of San Francisco. I decided to go.
There were a few conventional buildings-a house, a couple of workshops, a
barn-several mobile homes, and a large, but insubstantial, meeting building
capable of holding several hundred people.
It was evident that the old fraternity house was only part of their community.
There was no less than two hundred people there that weekend! Some were
guests, but there was at least two members for each guest. David, the guy who
met me at the train, although he was obviously in some kind of a leadership
position, took me under his wing. He later told me that he was in charge of a
community owned janitorial company.
I was never left alone all weekend. At least one of the members was always at
my side. We spent time in the meeting hall, listening to people talk about the
community or holding hands, singing songs such as “You are my sunshine,” or in
smaller groups. There were some prayers, but of a generic flavor. Jesus, or
God, weren’t mentioned. The prayers were to “Father,” which I took to mean
some kind of universal force, rather than any particular religion. I
considered myself to be an agnostic, but this was OK with me.
In one group I was encouraged to sing, although I protested that I couldn’t.
The only song I knew was “America the Beautiful.” In spite of myself, I felt
good when everyone clapped as I finished. During the weekend, I was only
complimented. No one ever put me down. We ended the weekend with a big game of
dodge ball. It was fun.
David asked me to stay at the farm for the week. It sounded better than
sleeping on a park bench in the city, worrying about getting mugged or raped,
so I accepted. I had also come to really like David and some of the other
people there. I didn’t want to do anything to disappoint them.
We were kept busy the whole week. We spent time in meetings, learning more
about the community, held hands in groups singing songs, ate in small groups,
encouraged to share our food with others in the group. We worked around the
farm for four hours each day. From the time we got up in the morning, until we
went to bed at night, we had but one hour a day to ourselves. During that
hour, we weren’t allowed to speak! Most of us used it to bathe and clean up.
During the entire time I had been either at the house in Berkeley, or at the
farm, no one had ever given a name to the group-to the community. On Thursday
night of my first week at the farm I overheard some visiting members talking.
When they left the room, I opened some drawers in a table in the living room.
I found some brochures inside. They were Moonies! The brochures confirmed what
I had overheard. Shit! I had heard about Moonies. I had to get my butt out of
there!
We were somewhere out in the country. I didn’t even know where the nearest
town was. I thought to myself, I’ll wait until Sunday. Then I can ride their
bus back to Berkeley. It would only be three days, besides, I still liked the
people-didn’t want to disappoint them. It would have been impossible to sneak
out. I would have had to confront them. I wasn’t good at confrontation.
On Saturday, I met Susan. She came up to me in the meeting hall. She was
beautiful! No girl as pretty as she had ever bothered to talk to me, and she
came up to me! Every time we were in the hall, she was at my side. When we
stood to sing, she held my hand. She wasn’t a guest. She was a member. On
Sunday, when I told her I planned to leave, she begged me to stay.
“Just give it one more week,” she asked.
The week was much as the previous one had been, but, because I had always had
an interest in psychology, I recognized some of the techniques which they
used. I knew that they similar to those used in brainwashing. For example,
once we were taken on a long hike, which ended in a climb up a high hill. They
made us run. Everyone was at his limit of physical exhaustion. They told us to
open ourselves-to let “Father” come into our hearts. The mind-the will-is
weakest when one is physically exhausted.
Besides, I was in my second week of hearing only one side of things. When a
couple of us sneaked out one night to talk about the Moonies, about what we
were experiencing, they came to get us-made us go back to bed.
Still, I had begun thinking that it wouldn’t be so bad-staying there. Where
else could I go. I couldn’t go home-not back to living with Steve. On
Thursday, though, they started on their doctrine. I had the same problem that
I have with Christianity-how can anyone believe this shit? Again, I made up my
mind to leave on Sunday.
Susan was back on Saturday. When I told her, she cried. I felt my resolve
weakening-I would have stayed another week for her-but didn’t tell her that I
would. I guess that I wanted her to beg me to stay-to satisfy my need to know
that she really wanted me. I asked her to sneak out that night shortly after
midnight-to meet me in the meeting hall. Everyone should be asleep by then.
She reluctantly agreed.
I slept in my clothes, as I usually did in the boy’s dormitory. I couldn’t
sleep at all, thinking about-anticipating-meeting Susan. When my watch read
midnight, I slid from my sleeping bag and crept to the door. Being as quiet as
possible, I opened the door-walked to the hall.
I had been there almost ten minutes-afraid that she wasn’t coming-when Susan
came into the hall. I thought my heart would pound its way through the wall of
my chest. I ran to her-took her hands in mine-kissed her. She put her arms
around me, pulled me to her. I felt the softness of her breasts against my
chest. It was my first real kiss, the first time a girl had run her tongue in
my mouth.
When I tried to pull her to the floor, she resisted.
“No, Jon. We can’t. ‘Father’ requires us to be celibate.”
“But, I love you. If I can’t have you, I don’t want to stay here.”
“Maybe someday ‘Father’ will decide that we can marry, but he’s the one who
chooses who will marry whom. It’s not for us to decide.”
“Please! I’ve never made love to a girl. You can’t expect me to wait until
we’re grown. If you don’t let me, I’ll leave tomorrow.”
I was blackmailing her. I knew it. I wasn’t proud of myself for doing it, but
I wanted her more than life, itself. This time, she came with me when I pulled
her to the floor. She cried softly, as I fumbled with the button-the zipper-on
her jeans. I pulled them down, along with her panties. I almost creamed my
jeans when I saw her lovely, soft, brown, bush. She was the first real girl
whom I had ever seen-naked from the waist down. She was still crying when I
kissed her, but she returned my kiss. With one hand, I pulled down my jeans
and shorts-freeing my throbbing cock. As soon as it touched her bush, cum
started spurting from it. It matted in her bush-shot all over her stomach. For
a minute, all I knew was my pumping cock. I thought the cum would never stop.
I hadn’t masturbated during the entire two weeks I’d been at the farm. When I
came to my senses, I tried to insert my cock into her pussy, but by that time
it was getting soft. I would have to wait a couple of minutes for it to get
hard again.
I never got the chance. The door opened-the two monitors from my dormitory
came in.
“What do you think you’re doing? ‘Father’ doesn’t allow sex between unmarried
couples, especially not between children-like you.”
The last time I ever saw Susan-the picture still burned into my brain-was when
one of the monitors marched her out the door.
The other one took me to the Director’s office. About fifteen minutes later,
the one who had left with Susan returned with the Director.
“I understand that you were having sex with one of our members. What are your
intentions. Do you plan to become a member?”
“Will I be able to see Susan?”
“No, we’ll have to move Susan to a different city. She’s going to have to
undergo some indoctrination-purification. She should have known better.
“Members are expected to remain celibate during their youth. They are to
subsequently marry, have children, and create an ideal family which
contributes to world piece. The Blessing or mass wedding ceremony is the most
important Unification ritual. Rev. Moon matches up each couple a month (or
less) in advance, selecting them from among the membership. The bride and
groom are expected to marry...A Holy Wine Ceremony is conducted before
marriage: this purifies the couple so that they are able to have children free
of Fallen Nature (resulting from original sin inherited from Adam and Eve).””
“If a child results from this illicit act, it won’t be free of Fallen Nature.”
“If I can’t see Susan, then I’m not staying.”
“OK, we need to discuss how we’re going to handle this. We can’t have it
disrupting the community. Howard,” he said to one of the monitors, “would you
get us a couple of Cokes?”
Howard handed a glass of Coke to the Director, and then one to me. I eagerly
took it. I love Cokes, but hadn’t had one during the two weeks I’d been on the
farm. I gulped it down.
As I sat there listening to the Director, I was progressively becoming very
sleepy. It was late-I could barely keep my eyes open.
It was light out when I awoke. I was on a bed in the infirmary with a hospital
gown on under the sheet. There was some pain in my groin. I lifted up the
sheet, pulled up the hospital gown. There were bandages on my crotch-a
catheter from my cock.
When I yelled, the medic-a male-entered.
“What happened? What did you do to me?” I asked.
“We had to castrate you. You demonstrated that we couldn’t trust you around
our girls.”
“Why didn’t you just let me leave?”
“No one...ever...leaves.”
It was four years before I left the farm. It wasn’t until I had assisted in
the castration of a boy that couldn’t stop masturbating that they truly
trusted me off the farm. After that, they knew that I couldn’t tell what had
been done to me. Of course, I was still always in the company of other
members.
For twenty-four years it’s been my duty to identify and castrate those who are
unable to exercise proper sexual restraint.
Of course, now I realize that Satan resided in my testicles. What I did with
Susan was contrary to “Father’s”-Rev. Moon’s-will. I was attempting to subvert
his plan-for couples to have children free of Fallen Nature.
I lost my balls, but saved my soul. Sometimes, though...I wonder what it would
have been like-what it would have felt like-to stick my cock into Susan’s
pussy.
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Fun And Games | TESTICLES, MINOR | A boy\'s playing costs him dearly. | “It’s all fun and games until someone gets hurt,” my Seventh grade teacher
used to preach, and he’d deliver the sermon any time a kid threw a pencil,
tipped a chair up on its back legs, stuck a leg out and trip another kid,
popped another guy in the balls, or any of the fun things that young
adolescent boys are prone to doing. He’d issue the missive and then launch
into a lurid description of how he’s seen a kid lose an eye, break his neck,
knock out his teeth, or get permanently disabled because of some childish
prank. It didn’t slow us down a damn bit, in fact we modified his favorite
phase to include the codicil “and then it’s a real kick in the ass,” and then
went ahead full speed. Maybe if I’d listened a little closer I’d still have my
balls.
It started out as just one of the stupid things that newly pubescent kids do.
I lived out of town and my dad ran some cattle, and he had an elastrator that
he used to band the bull calves. The elastrator was a plier like tool with
four prongs protruding out the end at a ninety-degree angle. A little rubber
band was loaded onto the prongs, and squeezing the handle expanded it to about
a two-inch square. The band was then put around the ball sack of the calves,
and shortly thereafter their nuts would fall off and they would become steers.
He bought the little green rubber Cheerios that the tool applied by the dozen,
so there were always a few around. About the time my nuts dropped and I
started jacking off, I wondered what it would be like to band myself. It
wasn’t supposed to be permanent or anything like that, it was just for fun.
Well, I got it around my balls, let the handles loose and rolled the band off
of the four little prongs. I was already hard and I blew my wad without even
touching my cock. Then my balls started hurting like hell and I damned near
didn’t make it from the barn to the house to get Mom’s fingernail clippers.
The pain in my balls from the band was bad enough, but the snap that it made
when I cut it loose made me holler out loud. Good thing I was alone in the
house at the time.
You’d think that once would have been enough, but I was a horny little fucker
and had to try it again, this time on a buddy, who as part of the bet then did
the same to me. The bet involved who would shoot off first, and then who could
last longest with the band on, and even though I banded him first I lost and
had to let him squeeze my balls. We did it again one other time before he
decided that it wasn’t much fun, and I had to go down to the farm store and
use some of my own precious allowance money to replace the bands that we’d
squandered.
I can’t adequately explain the fascination, but just thinking about a band
around my balls was enough to get me hard, and the more I though about it the
more important it became to do it. I finally abandoned the elastrator in favor
of cheap and readily available rubber bands, but the permanence of being
banded for good was still a fantasy that fueled my nightly masturbation
sessions for most of the next year.
The final straw came when I got into my dad’s collection of old True
magazines. True was a man’s magazine, and although it didn’t have girlie
pictures like the contemporary Playboy it did have a lot of pretty risqué
stories, including some about supposedly true crimes. One such story involved
a cop who came home to take a shit and found his wife fucking around. He
pulled his .357, locked his wife in the bathroom, then handcuffed the already
naked interloper to the headboard and tied his legs to the other end of the
bed. He then took a hunk of latex tubing and banded the guy’s nuts before
getting back into his police car and finishing his patrol shift. The guy ended
up castrated and I stuck a couple of pages of the magazine together with my
jizz. I don’t remember what happened to the cop.
Although we lived in the country Dad worked in town as a bank auditor and
commuted back and forth every day except for Wednesday, when he drove a
hundred miles South to audit the Centerville branch. He’d spend the night
there, and then do the nearby Waynesburg branch Thursday and come home that
evening. I didn’t learn until later that he was also doing a deep probe of the
assets of the Centerville branch manager after-hours at the Friendship Inn. I
was fourteen that summer and old enough to look after myself and feed the
cattle for a day by myself, so Mom usually left early Wednesday afternoon and
spent the rest of the day with her sister, or so I was told anyway.
Young, horny, and left alone for an afternoon and evening. What could go
wrong? I had thought about it all week, and as soon as Mom’s car left the
driveway I hotfooted it for the barn and got the elastrator from the cabinet
and one of the extra bands from my hidden stash. My plan was to do just what
the cop had done in reverse. I stripped down, secured a piece of stout cord
around each of my ankles and sat on the end of the bed and tied the ends of
the cords to the legs of the bed. I didn’t have handcuffs, of course, so I
improvised by using hose clamps. I threaded the end of each hose clamp through
the end links of two short pieces of light chain and then clinched a clamp
around each wrist, leaving the ends of the chains hanging. Once clinched, the
hose clamps would have to be cut free, but I had a pair of cutters on the
nightstand.
I loaded the green band on the prongs of the tool and closed the handles. My
balls had evidently grown some since I had last played with the thing.
Earlier, both balls had easily passed though the loop, but now I had to very
gently coax them trough one at a time and even then it was a tight fit. The
fact that I had a boner also hindered my progress, but I finally managed get
the band around my bag. I released the handles and rolled the band off of the
prongs.
Working quickly, before I shot off, I scurried to the end of the bend, grabbed
an open padlock in one hand and the key in the other, and locked the ends of
the wrist chains together around the rail of the headboard. I had practiced
all week and I knew that I could easily insert the key and open the lock when
the time came, but now I relished the slight discomfort of the band and the
sight of my usually pink nut sack turning dark red. I closed my eyes and tried
to imagine what it would have been like to fuck the cop’s wife. I didn’t know
if the guy had already finished fucking her or if he’d been interrupted, but
because I had a hard on I fantasized that I been bucked out of the saddle
before coming. I pulled against the cords securing my feet and the chain
around the headboard as hard as I could as and felt the first convulsions of
the impending orgasm as the pressure built. I hadn’t jacked off in four days
and when I finally came it was so intense that a big stream of my jizz flew up
and hit me in the face.
I suddenly felt weak and light headed and I closed my eyes for just a second,
and dropped the fucking key! I heard the metallic ‘clink’ as it ricocheted off
of the bed frame, then the duller ‘clack’ as it hit the hardwood floor. My
nuts, now that the orgasm was over, started hurting like a bitch and I knew
right then that I was really and truly fucked.
I tried first to pull my hands free, hoping that maybe I could somehow pop one
of the hose clamps or break the chain, but all I succeeded in doing was to
scrape the skin from my wrists on the sharp edges of the clamps. Next I tried
to snap the cords holding my feet, as if that might somehow help. No luck
there either. I screamed and hollered, of course, but the nearest house was a
quarter mile away and even so the old guy that lived there was deafer than a
post. My head was elevated on the pillow, and I could look down my belly past
my now limp cock and clearly see my balls, which were compressed into a lump
the size of a doorknob and were turning blue.
The worst part was the pain. A lot of people seem to think that once banded
the balls go numb. That may be, but my belly hurt like hell. It was just like
taking a hard thump in the crotch. You probably know what I mean. First of all
your nuts hurt, but after that the pain radiates to your belly and gradually
dissipates. Only mine kept coming in waves, as if I was getting kicked in the
nuts every time I tried to breath or move. I’d heard about coyotes and other
wild animals chewing a leg off to free themselves from steel traps, and
believe me, if I could have reached either of my wrists I would have chewed a
hand off to ease the pain.
I passed out for a while, and woke up when I heard the phone ringing. I could
see by the alarm clock that it was Five, and that meant Mom was calling,
probably from the motel room where she was bedded down with ‘her sister’, to
tell me she wouldn’t be home until morning. I had been banded since just after
Noon, and when I looked down at my balls I just about passed out again. They
were now jet black and covered with big black blowflies. I wiggled around to
shoo away the flies, and was immediately rewarded with new spasms of pain.
I passed out again, and again the phone woke me up. Now it was just after
Eight. The flies were back and I shoed them off, and was again rewarded my
more of the incessant pain.
The next thing I remember was Mom screaming and clawing at my bonds, then more
pain, and when I woke again I was in a hospital bed and the pain had been
displaced by kind of a hazy, floating, fogginess. My prick or something down
there felt a little funny so tried to reach down and scratch my balls like I
did every time I awoke, but discovered that my hands were taped to the
sideboards of the bed and that I had an IV stuck in one arm. Suddenly it all
came back to me, and when I fully grasped the enormity of what I had done I
broke down and bawled like a baby.
I stayed in the hospital for two days, and it was the worst two days in my
life. All the nurses and doctors would look at me with the kind of pity that I
thought would be reserved for patients who were terminal with cancer or
something. Also, back in 1963 medical facilities weren’t nearly as discreet as
they are now and I know for a fact that at least one of the nurses blabbed all
over town that some dumb kid had nutted himself. It was during those two days
that I heard through the rumor mill about my parents. Dad was right in the
middle of ripping off a piece when Mom called his motel, and she could plainly
hear the branch manager moaning in orgasmic delight in the background.
The bank canned the branch manager but Dad lucked out and got transferred to a
new district and I went with him. Mom got the house and farm and she lived
there with her new husband until she died.
I started high school in Clinton City, and my new doctor put me on weekly
hormone shots, and for all appearances I was a perfectly normal teenage boy;
my growth and development looked perfectly normal, I sprouted a beard, thought
a lot about girls, and jacked off nearly every night. I was shooting blanks,
of course, and although the hormone shots gave me a perfectly normal boner I
never had enough courage to get naked with a girl. To protect my dignity the
doctor also signed a form prohibiting me from participating in PE or sports of
any kind, and as a result none of my new classmates ever saw me naked and I
don’t think any of them even suspected that I had been castrated, even though
I was probably the only guy in the 1967 class who was still a virgin by
graduation.
I got called up for the draft the next year, and despite a signed statement to
the draft board from my doctor I had to go take the physical. I was a tall,
muscular and hairy eighteen year old with a scraggly beard and the
interviewing doctor didn’t believe I was a eunuch until I dropped my skivvies
and showed him my nutless crotch. I got a card a little later indicating that
I was 4-F, or not available for military service.
I had just about given up on ever finding a mate when I met Ellen. She’d been
married before and knew what a guy’s balls were all about but didn’t care if I
had any or not, as she couldn’t conceive anyway. We adopted a couple of kids
and as soon as the boys got close to puberty I took them aside and made sure
they knew all about the real facts of life and all that shit, and I also made
damned good and sure they knew the consequences associated with fun and games,
and although I doubt that it really sunk in I know that seeing my nutless
crotch at least scared them a little bit.
Twenty-five years ago a lot of my co-workers and other buddies started getting
vasectomies. They would take a week off and come back to work and describe how
they had been bedridden for a couple of days and that their balls had swelled
up like lemons. I just kind of laughed when they described the discomfort, and
they all me to yuk it up, that my turn was coming.
Oh yeah; although we live on a small farm now and raise a few cattle, I always
call the Vet out to castrate the calves. I won’t have anything to do with an
elastrator and refuse to allow one to be used anywhere on my property.
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La Punition Ultime - French Language | NULLIFICATION | This text (a fiction written in french) has been written by my slave who is almost a eunuch sinch he is definitively encaged and I never let him out.It shows the nullification fantasm that he shares with me (me for him)[email protected] | ` La punition ultime. `
Je viens d’être acquis par ma nouvelle maîtresse Sylvie. J’ai été précédemment
éduqué par un homme qui m’a enseigné les bases de la soumission et a largement
utilisé mon corps pour son propre plaisir, ne me fournissant que très
épisodiquement du plaisir en retour. Lorsque j’arrive chez Maîtresse Sylvie,
que je n’avais encore jamais vue (les tractations entre mon ancien Maître et
Maî-tresse Sylvie se sont faites évidemment sans moi), j’ai eu d’abord les
yeux bandés, la bouche soigneusement bouchée par une boule gonflable et les
mains attachées par des liens en cuir à une ceinture installée à ma taille. Je
suis amené par une laisse atta-chée à mon cou, et on me laisse ainsi attaché
dans un endroit que je ne vois pas encore. Je suis entièrement déshabillé et
l’on m’a même enlevé mon anneau testiculaire qui ne m’avait pourtant pas
quitté depuis des années. Ce matin mon Maître m’avait intégra-lement et
extrêmement soigneusement rasé, de la tête aux pieds, sans oublier aucun
endroit, et donc ma peau est réellement exempte de tout poil ou cheveu. Je
vais rester ainsi un très long moment, peut-être une heure ou deux, je ne sais
pas, avant que Maîtresse Sylvie ne vienne s’occuper de moi. Elle m’adresse la
parole, et manifestement va introduire ce qui sera ma nouvelle vie désormais.
“Tu es ma nouvelle esclave. Tu dois d’abord savoir que ta sexualité ne me
concernera jamais en aucune manière et d’ailleurs les hommes ne me procurent
aucun plaisir. De plus, je vais complètement terminer ton éducation, de façon
à ce que tu enlèves de ta mémoire tout souvenir de contact avec un sexe,
féminin ou masculin. Tu dois donc savoir que désormais tu n’aurais plus jamais
aucun contact avec aucun sexe, d’aucune façon que ce soit, ni de ta main, ta
bouche et encore moins de ton propre sexe. De même, aucun individu, homme ou
femme ne te procurera plus jamais aucun geste sexuel, aucune caresse sur tes
organes qui ont pu jadis te procurer du plaisir: ton sexe, ton anus, tes
seins, ta bouche. Tu devras par contre, et uniquement sur ordre, caresser ta
verge pendant des durées que tu ne contrôleras en aucun cas, mais ces séances
ne devront jamais, sans aucune exception, se conclure par une jouissance
quelconque. Tu dois comprendre en particulier que les idées même de
jouissance, d’orgasme, d’éjaculation te sont désormais et te seront à jamais,
étrangères et interdites. Hors de ces séances, tout contact avec ton ancien
organe sexuel te sera impossible. Tu recevras des ordres variés sur des tâches
à accomplir et tu seras noté sur ta bonne obéissance. Lorsque tes notes ne
seront pas satisfaisantes, tu seras punie de façon humiliante. Aucune
circonstance particulière ne sera jamais une excuse ou une raison pour ne pas
exécuter un ordre quelconque ou une séance de masturbation bridée. Je suis et
serai la seule personne autorisée à te donner des ordres, et je suis aussi la
seule capable de déterminer la durée exacte de cette période d’éducation.
Cette éducation se terminera un jour dont tu n’auras jamais aucune idée à
l’avance par ton départ de ma maison et ta castration totale, qui suppri-mera
toute trace de capacité sexuelle de ton corps. Ceci est ta dernière chance
d’intervenir sur ton destin. Ensuite, aucune suppli-que, aucune argumentation
ne pourront arrêter ton destin qui se terminera inéluctablement par ce que je
viens d’expliquer. Indique maintenant par un mouvement de tête si tu acceptes
ou non ce destin; j’attends, tu as cinq minutes maximum”.
Je suis abasourdi par ce discours où toute chaleur, toute humanité est
absente, ce ton absolument inflexible et empreint de domina-tion calme mais
définitive. Je suis à la fois effrayé et attiré par ce destin que l’on
m’offre, qui remplit au-delà de toutes mes espé-rances tous mes rêves les plus
fous. Le côté définitif et irréversible de ce qui m’attend me donne le vertige
et ma fascine à la fois, et l’idée d’abandonner intégralement mon corps
sexuel, de ne plus garder que les souvenirs, la mémoire pour nourrir ce qui me
restera de fantasmes est vraiment très vertigineuse, et semble représenter
l’extrême soumission et l’idéalisation absolue de la no-tion de plaisir
sensuel. Je sens que je ne vais pas savoir résister contre ce souhait
magnétique qui m’entraîne maintenant irrésisti-blement, et en effet je sens
plus que je ne provoque réellement le mouvement fatidique de ma tête qui émet
l’approbation diaboli-que. La réponse de Maîtresse Sylvie est instantanée :
“Bravo, je te félicite de ta grande décision. En conséquence, je vais
appliquer ce programme immédiatement, et je vais commencer par te transformer
légèrement afin de faciliter certaines actions que tu devras effectuer dans le
futur, ou bien permettre plus facilement ta coopération involontaire. Je te
rappelle qu’aucune situation pouvant arriver près de toi, qui pourrait te
faire croire que tu pourrais participer de près ou de loin à un acte sexuel ne
devra être interprétée comme tel, et que même si tu as les mains ou le sexe
libres, même si on te le demande, même si un sexe ou une partie à connota-tion
sexuelle d’un homme ou d’une femme se trouve être en contact avec une partie
quelconque de ton corps, aucun geste de ta part ayant une intention sensuelle
ne te sera désormais possible. Toute tentative de désobéir se traduira
instantanément par une punition dont l’intensité et le caractère humiliant ne
feront que croître. Bien maintenant tu obéis, c’est la dernière fois que quel-
qu’un te parle ou s’adresse à toi en tant qu’être humain. Désormais tu dois te
considérer au mieux comme un esclave, et en général comme un objet, un
automate recevant des ordres, et qui n’est pas supposé émettre des opinions,
des pensées, des demandes, des sons inconsidérés. Tes besoins physiologiques
seront possibles sur autorisation seulement et exceptionnellement sur demande
quoi qu’il t’en coûte et même si cela se traduit par une torture ou des
situations humiliantes. On va te libérer de tes liens afin que tu exécutes les
ordres que vas recevoir maintenant. Adieu.”. Je sens alors que l’on enlève mon
bandeau, et je vois pour la première fois l’endroit qui va voir ma
déshumanisation, ainsi que Maîtresse Sylvie. Elle est extrêmement belle,
glorieuse dans une robe longue entièrement ouverte sur le devant simplement et
uniquement attachée au niveau du cou par un bijou étincelant, et laissant son
sexe magnifique totalement visible et mis en évidence par sa position fière,
solidement posée sur deux longues jambes légère-ment écartées. La jeune femme
qui vient de me libérer de mon bandeau, et me laissant découvrir ces
merveilles, me libère mainte-nant les poignets, et finit d’enlever tout ce qui
pouvait se trouver sur mon corps. Rapidement je suis totalement nu et libre,
plus aucun objet ne reste sur ma peau. La jeune femme retourne vers Maîtresse
Sylvie et vient s’agenouiller entre ses jambes. Elle tend la tête vers le sexe
de sa Maîtresse et commence à la lécher doucement mais amoureusement. Cette
jeune femme a manifestement elle aussi un statut d’esclave, entièrement nue
avec un large collier métallique épais, poli et doré, une ceinture de chasteté
du même métal épais et doré qui lui moule entièrement l’entrejambe depuis le
haut du pubis jusqu’au haut des fesses ne laissant au-cun espace de peau
visible de toute cette région, les pointes des seins couvertes de petites
plaques rondes épaisses et dorées et de larges et lourds bracelets métalliques
du même métal aux poignets et aux chevilles. Je me rends compte que tous ces
accessoires ne peuvent tenir que par un perçage ou une inclusion dans la chair
car ils semblent être sans support ni ceinture. De plus, la coque de chasteté
(précisément au niveau du vagin), les pointes des seins, le collier et les
quatre bracelets sont tous reliés entre eux par une chaîne elle aussi dorée,
qui ne semble pas amovible. Contrairement à mon statut, elle a manifestement
la chance d’être une esclave sexuelle. Et si Maîtresse Sylvie m’a affirmé
qu’elle n’appréciait absolument pas les hommes, on sent qu’elle exige réguliè-
rement la caresse d’une femme. Deux hommes sont entrés entre temps. Ils
portent chacun une bouse blanche et l’un est muni d’une une lourde valise
métallique alors que l’autre pousse devant lui un genre de haut brancard sur
roulettes. Ils s’approchent de moi, et l’un me dit de me coucher sur le
brancard, d’un ton sec et autoritaire : “couché!”. Ils attachent immédiatement
mes chevilles et mes poignets par de longues lanières de cuir douloureusement
serrées. J’ai les jambes largement écartées, les genoux remontés au niveau de
ma poitrine, les chevilles attachées aux cuisses, et les bras complètement
relevés tendus au-dessus de ma tête. On me réinstalle la boule gonflable dans
ma bouche et une lanière de cuir est aussi installée sur mon cou. Je ne peux
plus remuer aucun muscle tant mes liens sont tendus. Aucun son ne peut plus
sortir de ma bouche et seul un pauvre gémissement un peu effrayé et désespéré
sort de ma gorge car je ne m’attendais pas à cette surprise et je suis
terriblement inquiet sur ce qui m’attend tout de suite, de plus les liens me
font terriblement mal tant ils sont tendus. On ne m’a pas bandé les yeux ce
qui signifie que je dois voir ce que l’on va me faire subir. Maîtresse Sylvie
ainsi que son esclave toujours active entre ses jambes se sont approchées de
nous, et je sens son excitation car elle aussi émet des gémissements mais
manifestement de plaisir, sous les coups de langue de son esclave, et je me
sens avoir une érection rien que d’entendre ces gémissements. Je me rends
compte alors avec horreur que si Maîtresse Sylvie ne tire pas de plaisir
sexuel des hommes, par contre leur souffrance ne la laisse pas indifférente,
ce qui me laisse entrevoir des moments très difficiles bientôt. Les deux
hommes ont entre temps changé leur habillement, en enfilant un masque, un
bonnet des gants et une blouse de chirurgiens. Au passage ils ont du ôter leur
blouse blanche, ce qui m’a laissé voir qu’ils étaient tous les deux
entièrement nus et surprise qu’ils n’avaient plus de sexe ni l’un ni l’autre.
La vision de ce pubis et cet entrejambe totalement vides m’a fait frissonner.
L’un des deux hommes, au moment où il était nu, s’est approché de moi et avec
un sourire complice, s’est rapidement touché l’endroit terriblement vide, et
m’a glissé dans un soupir “bienvenue!”. Ensuite, une fois harnachés l’un et
l’autre, ils se sont occupés à me nettoyer intégralement avec un produit
spécial brun jaune, sans doute un désinfectant, ce qui m’a confirmé que des
opérations sans doute multiples allaient être effectuées sur mon corps. La
première a eu lieu rapidement : un des praticiens s’est approché de mon visage
avec une sorte de pince pendant que l’autre me tenait la tête. Une douleur
fulgurante m’a saisi et j’ai compris qu’il avait percé un trou dans ma cloison
nasale. Et quand j’ai vu l’anneau qu’il s’apprêtait à y installer, je me suis
rendu compte que ce trou devait être énorme. En effet le métal pouvait avoir
une section d’environ un centimètre et l’anneau lui-même un diamètre de cinq
centimètres. Il l’a installé en l’écartant en force montrant que les parties
qui allaient se refermer s’emboîteraient l’une dans l’autre, montrant que ce
serait sans doute définitif. La douleur était intense et je sentais le sang
couler sur ma lèvre. Le poids de l’anneau montrait qu’il était fait de métal
plein. Ensuite, j’avais les yeux dans le vague, brouillés par la douleur et le
choc, et je m’aperçus à peine que l’on me pinçait un sein, le tirant
violemment vers le haut et la même douleur fulgurante se renouvela. Je
pleurais désormais de la douleur mais aussi de sentir que j’allai être percé
ainsi en de nombreux endroits car l’on m’avait désinfecté tout le corps. En
effet très rapidement on me perça le deuxième sein et là je sentis que si les
perçages continuaient à ce rythme j’allai m’évanouir tant la douleur était
intenable. Deux anneaux aussi lourds furent introduits dans ma chair à vif
avec un poids semblable à celui qui pendait sous mon nez (pour autant que mes
sens pouvaient encore percevoir quoi que ce soit!). Alors je sentis une piqûre
dans mon bras et presque aussitôt un soulagement m’envahit, une sorte de
torpeur qui fit quasiment disparaître la violence de la douleur, la remplaçant
par une chaleur intense qui irradiait des endroits percés. Le temps s’était
dissout je restai conscient, j’entendais clairement Maîtresse Sylvie qui
criait de plaisir à côté de nous, mais je ne percevais plus exactement ce qui
se passait sur moi, sauf quand les trous suivants furent percés, à chaque fois
une brûlure qui s’éteignait progressivement. J’eus du mal à garder la
conscience de tous les endroits où l’on m’installait ces anneaux, je perçus
simplement comme dans un rêve éveillé quelques-uns uns de ces endroits,
d’autres je les ressentis sans comprendre vraiment où l’on me perçait, mais
cela durait, durait. Enfin de douleur et d’épuisement je m’enfonçai dans un
trou noir immense et je perdis connaissance.
Lorsque je m’éveillai après cette coupure dans mon temps, je reposai,
entièrement nu sur un lit. Mes poignets étaient attachés par des épais
bracelets de tissus lourd auxquels étaient reliées des sangles de cuir. Mes
chevilles aussi étaient ainsi bloquées. Mes de toutes façons mes forces ne
m’auraient pas permis de bouger vraiment. Mes souvenirs revenaient lentement,
je reconstituai pro-gressivement l’horreur de ce que j’avais vécu quelques
temps avant. Et ma première conscience fut de comprendre combien d’anneaux on
m’avait implanté. Je sentais évidemment celui dans mon nez, sans pouvoir le
voir. Je sentais quelque chose dans ma nuque mais sans vraiment comprendre ce
que c’était, ça semblait différent de la sensation que les anneaux me
provoquaient. Je sentis les anneaux de mes seins, et je descendis. J’essayai
de relever ma tête et je ne pus qu’esquisser un début de geste qui ne me
montra pas tout mon corps, j’eus juste le temps de voir quatre anneaux, car il
y en avait un au niveau du nombril et un juste au-dessus de ma verge planté
dans la chair du pubis. Je dis planté car il était manifestement enfoncé dans
la chair et il tenait droit debout tout seul au-dessus de mon pubis. Par la
pensée car je ne pouvais ni me lever ni explorer de mes mains bloquées, je
ressen-tais des formes lourdes entre mes cuisses, derrière mes testicules,
dans mes testicules eux-mêmes, dans la chair de mes hanches, dans mes reins
une masse était sensible. En revenant vers ma tête, je sentis que ma langue
aussi était équipée, sans que je com-prenne encore comment.
Bien plus tard, alors que je m’étais ré-enfoncé dans un sommeil sans rêves, je
fus réveillé par un des deux praticiens qui était en train de faire ma
toilette. Il s’affairait sur chacun des perçages et appliquait un produit,
déplaçant à chaque fois l’anneau en le fai-sant tourner dans la chair afin
d’empêcher les adhérences. La douleur était intense mais supportable. Je
m’apprêtai à parler car je voulais demander que l’on m’explique mais d’une
part je me rendis compte que ma langue refusait de bouger, sans comprendre
vraiment pourquoi, mais de plus l’homme me fit signe de me taire, montrant en
écartant sa mâchoire comment une masse métalli-que profondément encastrée dans
sa bouche l’empêchait lui aussi de parler. Je sentis qu’il subissait une
punition, était-ce à cause du geste qu’il avait eu sur son pubis vide avant
l’opération, et le mot qu’il m’avait soufflé? Je le saurai peu-être plus tard,
mais je compris que je ne pouvais pas espérer d’explication maintenant.
L’homme, habillé d’un collant qui le couvrait des pieds à la tête, mais ouvert
juste à l’emplacement qui avait autrefois été son sexe, et qui désormais était
parfaitement lisse comme s’il était né ainsi, détacha une partie de mes liens
et me tourna sur le ventre. Il installa d’abord des genres de boîtes
capitonnées de façon que les quatre anneaux de mon buste et mon pubis ne
déchirent pas leur logement de chair sous moi. Il s’affaira pendant quelques
temps sur ma nuque, mes reins, entre mes fesses, mes chevilles, ce qui
m’indiqua les lieux probables d’insertion. Puis il me remit sur le dos, et me
rattacha tous mes liens. Il quitta la pièce immédiatement.
Ceci dura pendant des jours et des jours, je ne comptai plus vraiment. Une
semaine ou peut-être deux passèrent. On m’apportai une espèce de bouillie
nutritive au goût non vraiment désagréable et on me faisait uriner et déféquer
à intervalle régulier. Tous les jours on me rasait de tout poil, des pieds à
la tête, et on me lavait très profondément avec des produits désinfectant, y
compris par des lavements internes prolongés. Les cicatrices se refermèrent,
les croûtes disparurent, la peau se reforma autour des superbes anneaux dorés
qui parsemaient mon corps. Leur manipulation lors des lavages et rasages fut
de moins en moins douloureuse, et devint progressivement insensible, au point
que je finis par accepter cette présence en moi, dans ma chair, comme une
nouvelle partie de mon organisme, douée d’une fonction naturelle que je
devinai et liée à ma nouvelle nature biologique d’automate esclave devant être
attaché régulièrement. Je trouvai cette nouvelle fonction de mon corps
tellement évidente et naturelle que je me mis à aimer ces excroissances comme
j’avais aimé mon sexe.
Puis un jour on détacha mes liens totalement, je pus me lever un peu. Je
chancelai, déshabitué de la position debout oubliée depuis tous ces longs
jours attaché sur ce brancard. C’est la jeune esclave de Maîtresse Sylvie qui
accrocha une chaîne à l’anneau de mon pubis et qui m’emmena, sans me laisser
le temps de réfléchir, ou de penser à ce qui allait m’arriver, ni à observer
un peu mieux dans la position debout quelles étaient mes transformations. La
jeune esclave était telle que je l’avais vue la première fois, avec les mêmes
accessoires métalliques qui lui obstruait toutes les parties sensuelles de son
corps. Elle avait attaché l’autre extrémité de la chaîne à un point d’attache
situé au niveau de son anus sur la coque métallique qui enveloppait tout son
entre-jambes et lui était donc une ceinture de chasteté. La chaîne était
suffisamment longue (environ deux mètres) pour ne soyions absolument pas en
contact. Et son allure était rapide, je dus accélérer mon pas car la tension
sur l’anneau profondément fiché dans la chair de mon pubis devenait
douloureuse et me tira un gémissement que je gardai aussi silencieux que
possible. Je sentis une érection tendre ma verge au spectacle de cette
magnifique jeune femme entièrement et étrangement enfermée dans cette coque
étincelante. La position légèrement écartée de ses jambes et son allure raide
lorsqu’elle marchait semblait indiquer qu’elle pouvait être actuellement
pénétrée de plugs invisibles sous cette coque, mais probablement très
encombrant en elle. Nous arrivâmes dans une pièce où Maîtresse Sylvie nous
attendait, assise sur un haut tabouret à dossier, sirotant un verre. La jeune
esclave s’agenouilla devant elle mais sans défaire la chaîne qui nous reliait.
Maîtresse Sylvie se leva et s’approcha de moi et fit le tour de sa nouvelle
machine que j’étais devenue. Elle tira pas très doucement sur tous les points
d’attache qui faisaient donc partie intégrante de mon corps et je pus enfin
connaître (ou confirmer) l’ensemble de mes nouveaux organes: la nuque, les
reins, les hanches, deux points profondément installés de chaque côté de
l’anus, reliant les deux fesses et plongeant sous la raie, un ancré exactement
au point le plus bas de l’entrejambes, à l’arrière des testicules, un
traversant complètement les testicules dans la largeur, celui dans mon pubis,
un au niveau du nombril, ceux dans mes seins et enfin celui dans mon nez (donc
treize en tout). Elle sembla satisfaite du travail de remaniement qui avait
été effectué et s’adressa à moi: “bon nous allons tester la procédure A. Je
vais expliquer ce que tu devras faire lorsque je produirai l’ordre “position
A”. Cet ordre pourra intervenir en toute circonstance, et sera toujours
prioritaire, quelle que soit la tâche que tu es en train d’effectuer, et quel
que soit ton entourage, les gens présents etc. Tu devras donc immédiatement
cesser ce que tu fais, laisser ce que tu tiens en main et prendre la position
A que je vais t’expliquer. L’ordre “fin de position” indiquera une cessation
immédiate de la position A et retour à ce que tu faisais auparavant comme s’il
n’y avait jamais eu d’interruption. En particulier si le passage à la position
A impliquait que tu changes ton aspect (vêtements, accessoires etc.) tu devras
intégralement reconstituer l’aspect préalable. Sauf impossibilité matérielle
toutes les manipulation de changement d’aspect, d’installation et de
désinstallation de la position A font partie des ordres et tu devras donc les
effectuer toi-même. Les manipulations éventuelles que tu ne peux
matériellement pas réaliser toi-même le seront par esclave 12 ici présente...”
(et elle désigna la jeune esclave agenouillée dont je connaissais enfin
l’identité) “qui devra donc être disponible ou se rendre disponible
immédiatement pour cet ordre. Bien, pour atteindre la position A tu dois, dans
l’ordre : être totalement nu, trouver le plot le plus proche de ta situation
présente (et je dirai ensuite ce qu’est un plot), t’encastrer sur ce plot,
bloquer le plot dans ton orifice ainsi que je vais le montrer ensuite,
accrocher ton point d’ancrage de nuque sur le crochet que tu trouveras
toujours en position appropriée, saisir ton pénis dans une main, démarrer une
friction alternative du pénis de bas en haut et totalement continue. Cette
friction ne pourra cesser en aucun cas tant que l’ordre de fin n’est pas
donné. Il est évident que, en aucun cas, en aucune circonstance, cette
friction ne pourra entraîner une quelconque jouissance ou éjaculation, sous
peine de la plus grave des punitions. Ceci est naturel dans la mesure ou ce
pénis qui n’est plus un sexe reste temporairement attaché à ton corps.
L’objectif de la position A est précisément de faire admettre la nouvelle
nature non sexuelle et transitoire du pénis et de préparer sa future
déconnexion. L’ordre “fin de position” qui donc termine cette position A
consistera à arrêter immédiatement sans préalable cette friction, détacher le
crochet de nuque, débloquer le plot, provoquer l’extraction du plot de ton
orifice, effectuer le nettoyage du plot par ton orifice buccal jusqu’à
suppression totale de toute trace laissée par ton encastrement sur le plot.
Nous allons donc expérimenter la position A”. Je remarquai alors que la pièce
était occupée par quelques piliers décoratifs du sol au plafond, et que sur
certains (en fait deux dans cette pièce, mais sans doute y en avait-il dans
d’autres pièces) un petit plateau métallique étroit était accroché à faible
hauteur du sol (peut-être quatre-vingt centimètres). Sur ce plateau métallique
une sorte de cylindre oblong toujours du même métal, de vingt centimètres de
haut et quatre centimètres de diamètre était enfiché verticalement. A quelque
hauteur de cet assemblage, sur le pilier se trouvait un gros crochet que je
devinai être le crochet de nuque. En arrivant près de ce pilier, je compris ce
qu’était le “plot” et l’orifice dans lequel il était supposé s’encastrer. A la
base du plot en question, je vis que le support était bombé et en sur-
épaisseur en son milieu, et traversé d’un trou horizontal, dans lequel une
tige était enfoncée. Je commençais à comprendre ce que je devrai faire, mais
aussi l’usage des deux anneaux que l’on m’avait greffés de chaque côté de mon
anus. Maîtresse Sylvie émit alors l’ordre “Position A!!”. Etant déjà
totalement nu (du moins dans la nouvelle acceptation de ce mot qui signifiait
que j’avais ôté de mon corps tout ce qui pouvait en être enlevé) je
m’approchai du pilier de façon à être le dos en appui contre lui. Je fléchis
mes jambes jusqu’à sentir le contact du plot métallique contre mon anus. Je
réalisai que le dessin de cet assemblage était remarquablement fait afin qu’il
s’adapte parfaitement à ma propre construction (j’emploie ce mot pour
souligner le fait que j’étais devenue une machine). Je continuai à fléchir les
jambes et commençai à sentir le plot que je trouvai alors vraiment énorme,
s’encastrer lentement dans mon “orifice” anal. L’extrémité haute était de
forme très douce et l’incrustation se fit en douceur malgré la sensation
d’écartèlement que je vécus alors. La fin fut malgré tout douloureuse car la
longueur du plot impliqua que mon intérieur se réarrange pour loger toute
cette masse de métal en moi. Lorsque je sentis le contact avec le support, je
compris que je devais extraire la tige horizontale, ce que je fis, puis je
finis de m’asseoir complètement sur le support sur lequel mes fesses
s’adaptèrent plutôt confortablement à ma grande surprise. Je sentais, sans les
voir que les deux anneaux enfichés de part et d’autre de mon orifice anal
allaient correspondre au passage de la tige que j’avais dans la main. Je
tâtonnais pour installer cette tige par le premier anneau que je touchai pour
la première fois, puis lorsqu’elle l’eut traversé, pour retrouver le trou
aménagé dans la base du support. Enfin la tige coulissa et je passai ma main à
l’arrière pour l’accueillir et elle traversa sans problème le deuxième anneau.
La sensation de faire totalement corps avec cet assemblage mécanique était
assez troublante et je fis un essai pour remonter en me mettant en appui sur
mes jambes fléchies, et je compris que le blocage réalisé était un blocage
serré car dès mon premier effort sur mes jambes, je sentis que les anneaux
tiraient sur ma chair. Je me rassis et je laissai mon corps prendre sa place
librement sur ce support et le plot s’installer au plus profond de moi. Je
soupirai en appréciant la sensation douce et délicieuse de cette forte
présence en moi, même si je savais que je ne pourrai pas produire les
mouvements qui auraient produit du plaisir et auxquels mon ancien Maître
m’avait habitué. Maîtresse Sylvie dut sentir mon relâchement car elle me
reprit sèchement “alors ça vient la suite, il faut absolument prendre la
position le plus rapidement possible, sans aucun arrêt. Il faut oublier tout
objectif ou toute sensation de plaisir. D’ailleurs ce premier plot est pour
l’apprentissage, c’est le moins difficile à encastrer.”. Je me réveillai et me
rappelai la suite de la procédure. Je cherchai de ma main derrière moi le
crochet qui devait se trouver au niveau de ma nuque et en effet je le trouvai,
je dus me soulever légèrement (en tirant au passage sur mes anneaux bloqués)
pour faire passer l’anneau encastré dans ma nuque afin qu’il s’encliquette sur
le crochet du pilier. Je sentis au passage pour la première fois ce qui était
installé dans ma nuque. Ce n’était pas un anneau comme les autres, mais plutôt
une plaque large d’environ dix centimètres de large sur deux de haut, incurvée
pour épouser la forme de mon cou. Je sentis la partie identique qui était
incorporée dans ma chair entièrement sous la peau, et lorsque je m’appuyai un
peu, je sentais les vertèbres cogner contre la plaque en une sensation assez
désagréable. Le crochet du pilier était lui aussi plat et d’une longueur juste
suffisante pour maintenir l’arrière de ma tête et mon dos plaqués contre le
pilier, avec ma plaque tendue, sa partie remontante ressortant au-dessus de ma
plaque. J’étais donc mécaniquement et solidement intégré au pilier et sauf à
m’arracher mes organes je ne pourrai pas de défaire rapidement de cette
position. Je me rappelai pourtant le rappel à l’ordre précédent et portai ma
main vers mon pénis. Il était déjà légèrement en érection à cause de la
sensation que me procurai le plot, et je n’eus que peu de frictions à
effectuer pour que l’érection complète arrive. J’étais inquiet de savoir si je
saurais maîtriser l’orgasme qui ne manquerait pas de vouloir se produire dans
une durée indéterminée mais je démarrai tranquillement en me disant que je
verrai plus tard. Esclave 12 était depuis le début de l’installation restée
attachée à la chaîne toujours reliée entre mon pubis et sa coque de chasteté
et était toujours agenouillée devant moi. Maîtresse Sylvie apporta son
tabouret haut devant elle et s’assit en écartant largement les pans de sa robe
et ses jambes. J’étais extrêmement troublé par cette vision magnifique et je
crus que j’allai jouir immédiatement mais je réussis à me contrôler
heureusement et le frisson que je sentis dans mon dos ne fit que passer. Elle
s’installa alors comme elle l’avait fait cet autre jour, à cheval sur la tête
de la jeune esclave, qui commença à lui procurer une caresse magnifique. Je
devais me forcer avec douleur à aller chercher des souvenirs tout autres afin
de chasser le désir fabuleux d’orgasme que je ressentais en moi, et j’espérai
que Maîtresse Sylvie assouvirai son plaisir le plus vite possible afin de
soulager mon supplice. Malheureusement elle demanda à esclave 12 de ralentir
car dit-elle “je veux que ça dure le plus longtemps possible et je veux
plusieurs orgasmes.”. Le supplice dura en effet un temps infini peut-être
plusieurs heures, esclave 12 était manifestement une experte dans cette
caresse car Maîtresse Sylvie se tordait de plaisir en gémissant même quand
esclave 12 ralentissait sa caresse, puis elle accélérait brutalement, jusqu’à
faire hurler Maîtresse Sylvie, mais s’arrêtait quand même juste avant
l’orgasme réel. Ce jeu dura, dura et je perçus au moins quatre orgasmes tous
plus violents l’un que l’autre, et pour le dernier elle s’empara des chaînes
qui reliaient toutes les coques métalliques d’esclave 12, en particulier
celles qui atteignaient sa coque de chasteté et elle s’accrocha à cette chaîne
pendant qu’elle hurlait de jouissance, provoquant par l’arrachement de la
coque qui devait sans doute être profondément greffée dans sa chair, des
gémissements de souffrance manifeste d’esclave 12 qui était en pleurs mais
continuait malgré tout sa caresse parfaite jusqu’à ce que Maîtresse Sylvie
soit entièrement satisfaite. Je perçus moi aussi l’effet de cet arrachement
car la chaîne qui nous reliait finit par distendre la chair de mon pubis.
Lorsque le dernier orgasme se termina, esclave 12 était épuisée, en pleurs,
elle s’effondra sur elle-même. Maîtresse Sylvie se leva et sans un mot sortit
de la pièce, nous laissant là moi toujours en position A, actif mais soulagé
sur mon pauvre pénis rouge et gonflé sous ma main réellement devenue telle un
automate quasiment hors de mon contrôle, pratiquant ce qui n’était peut-être
même plus une caresse, mais simplement un geste mécanique destiné à garder mon
pénis en érection et me faire percevoir son inutilité sauf pour me faire
souffrir et augmenter ma frustration. Esclave 12 finit par se redresser, elle
sécha ses pleurs, se retourna doucement et me regarda tristement m’activer
fiévreusement, luttant contre l’orgasme et la jouissance qui étaient de plus
en plus sournoisement présents quels que soient les efforts que je faisais
pour chasser de mon esprit toute idée sexuelle ou sensuelle. Elle me regarda
ainsi, observant mon corps en détail et comment il avait été modifié, puis ma
position et enfin me regarda dans les yeux avec beaucoup de douceur et de
tristesse, était-ce un regret car une larme pointa au coin de ses yeux, je ne
le saurai sans doute pas car son éducation étant déjà bien avancée malgré son
très jeune âge évident, et je pense qu’elle n’est pas autorisée à parler. Je
le lui dis sachant que je prends le risque assez manifeste d’une punition “tu
ne peux pas parler?” Elle me répond simplement en baissant les yeux. Je lui
réponds très doucement “merci de ton doux regard je t’aime” elle se tourne
alors pour pleurer, sans bruit car je vois ses épaules secouées par quelques
sanglots, mais qui s’arrêtent très vite stoppés sans doute par le souvenir des
punitions. Elle se tourne de nouveau courageusement vers moi et lève son
regard de nouveau tendre vers moi et restera à soutenir mon geste par un
soupçon imperceptible mais ferme de sourire qui me réchauffe le peu d’humanité
qui me reste et qui s’enfuit de moi à grosses gouttes. Je ne sens plus
vraiment ma main qui telle une machine continue à pomper ce pénis que
j’abandonne à son triste sort, pour ne plus garder que ce doux et chaud regard
qui m’enveloppe. Je sens que le pénis qui est dans ma main est en train de
perdre son érection et je comprends que Maîtresse Sylvie va probablement
réussir ce qu’elle attend de moi en détachant ce pénis bien avant qu’il me
soit enlevé physiquement. En arriverai-je à désirer cette castration, je le
pressens en effet, car mon geste commence à être plus un supplice qu’un geste
de plaisir comme j’en ai encore le vague souvenir.
Nous continuons ainsi à nous aimer tranquillement peut-être pour la dernière
fois car seule Maîtresse Sylvie sait quand une telle occasion de contact se
reproduira. Le pénis est devenu assez petit même s’il est toujours tendu et
sensible mais il a perdu sa fonction d’origine.
Bien plus tard (mais la notion de temps a elle aussi disparu) Maîtresse Sylvie
revient dans la pièce et à peine est-elle entrée qu’elle s’approche à grands
pas d’esclave 12; elle tient une cravache dans la main et lui en assène de
violents coups dans le dos; elle lui ordonne de se mettre debout, de se
tourner et continue par des coups de cravache non moins violent sur le torse
et les bras. Je vois son dos zébré de traces rouges et esclave 12 qui se
redresse fièrement en réprimant des sanglots et des gémissements. “Tu devais
lui dire de se taire, tu es responsable de son obéissance quand tu es attachée
à lui. Sa punition à lui sera donc de te regarder subir à sa place le supplice
qu’il aurait dû subir.”. Et elle ajouta, en parlant ostensiblement
suffisamment fort pour être entendue d’une autre pièce: “Position R !!”.
Immédiatement esclave 12 se cacha le visage dans ses mains et se mit à
trembler en pleurant “Pitié Maîtresse Sylvie pitié”, Mais Maîtresse Sylvie
resta insensible alors qu’un des esclaves asexués entrait dans la pièce,
entièrement nu et sans aucun accessoire, ce qui rendait sa castration
fabuleusement visible. Il fit descendre du plafond un filin double jusqu’à ce
que son extrémité d’où pendait un crochet arrive au niveau du visage d’esclave
12. L’homme repartit immédiatement. Esclave 12 malgré sa terreur évidente se
saisit du crochet, l’installa sur un maillon central de la chaîne qui reliait
de façon permanente les différentes plaques métalliques incrustées dans sa
chair qui recouvraient ses seins, son cou et son entre-jambe. Elle se saisit
alors du deuxième bout du filin, et le tire vers le bas, ce qui, grâce à un
quelconque mécanisme démultiplicateur eut pour effet de faire lentement
remonter le crochet. Je me rends compte alors avec stupeur que si le crochet
monte, il va soulever esclave 12 du sol et elle sera suspendue uniquement
accrochée par les plaques qui sont incrustées dans sa chair, écartelant,
déchirant peut-être ces chairs si délicates car je sentais que si
l’incrustation au niveau des seins était assez évidente, celle de la coque de
chasteté devait probablement se faire au niveau de la vulve ou de toute partie
semblablement sensible. A force de tractions sur le filin je vis les chaînes
se tendre, étirer d’abord les pauvres seins vers le plafond ce qui déjà
provoquait sur le visage d’esclave 12 un terrible rictus de douleur, mais qui
ne fut rien à côté de l’expression horrifiée qui apparut dans ses yeux lorsque
les pieds décollèrent, tout le poids de ce corps étirant horriblement sans
doute les chairs de sa vulve car le corps était maintenant courbé, les jambes
pendaient et seul les bras continuaient à tirer sur le filin diabolique
jusqu’à ce que ce filin se bloquât, ayant atteint sa position maximum. Un
immense cri qui, dura dura sortit alors de la gorge d’esclave 12 qui
s’évanouit ensuite terrassée par la douleur du déchirement. Je voyais juste
devant moi un peu de sang couler sur les seins et sur les cuisses grandes
ouvertes, impuissantes. Et comme j’étais toujours en position A, je
poursuivais sans cesse mon geste alors que la vision terrible de ce corps
effondré et supplicié, mais aussi la tension sur mon pubis provoquée par le
mouvement de balancier qu’avait pris le corps d’esclave 12, provoquèrent
malgré moi une érection terrible qui me mit au bord de l’orgasme. Il me
fallait tenir bon pour honorer esclave 12 et son supplice qu’elle subissait à
ma place. Maîtresse Sylvie tourna autour de nous quelques instants puis
commença à se caresser, enlevant sa robe, excitée par le supplice que nous
nous infligions nous-même. Très rapidement au bout de seulement deux ou trois
caresses très brutales, elle eut un orgasme violent quoi que silencieux qui
transforma sa caresse en une manipulation hystérique, terminée presque
immédiatement en un tremblement et un râle. Ceci dura à peine une minute sans
doute mais elle s’effondra sur ses genoux, reprenant son souffle péniblement.
Puis, jugeant que la leçon était terminée, elle émit l’ordre tant attendu dans
un souffle “fin de position”. Immédiatement je lâchai le pénis recroquevillé
mais dur et douloureux, je me rehaussai en remontant mes jambes ce qui me
provoqua une douleur fulgurante dans mes chairs congestionnées des fesses et
du pubis, je décrochai ma plaque de nuque du pilier; je passai mes mains entre
mes jambes pour désenfiler la tige bloquante, et je pus, miracle de douceur
remonter mon corps pour démonter mon orifice anal du plot qui était au cours
du temps devenu affreusement énorme (du moins le ressentais-je ainsi) par le
gonflement de mon intérieur. Je savais que l’opération suivante devait être le
nettoyage du plot, et je réussis à me tourner en détendant un peu la chaîne
qui reliait toujours mon pubis à esclave 12 qui commençait à sortir de son
évanouissement. Je me penchai alors pour saisir le plot dans mon orifice
buccal (ainsi que je devais le nommer maintenant) et constatais qu’il avait en
effet besoin de nettoyage, souillé qu’il était de mon intérieur, couvert de
traces amères et odorantes. Je continuai d’aspirer, de lécher très
soigneusement, alors que je sentais derrière moi esclave 12 faire descendre
doucement son corps, en agissant sur le même filin qui lui avait servi à
mettre en place son propre supplice. J’en avais fini avec le nettoyage et je
vérifiai très finement le résultat afin d’être certain que Maîtresse Sylvie ne
trouverait rien à redire, puis je me retournai vers esclave 12 qui touchait le
sol. Son regard vide son visage blanc montrait l’intensité de la douleur
qu’elle venait de connaître. Des filets de sang coulaient sur ses cuisses et
son ventre, son souffle était court, elle porta ses mains à sa coque de
chasteté, les appuya sur le dessous pour en alléger le poids ou bien la
repositionner; elle pleurait sans bruit puis ne put s’empêcher en pressant à
l’endroit où s’était trouvé jadis son clitoris de lâcher un cri de douleur, et
j’essayai de me représenter les possibles destructions de chairs déchirées
écartelées broyées dans un endroit si doux si sensible. Enfin elle se
redressa, reprit son souffle récupéra son regard tendre et si clair et me
regarda droit dans les yeux, intensément et je sentis une vague d’affection la
submerger, l’éclat de ses yeux me fit frémir et trembler, un frisson me
parcourut le dos et les membres. Je restai devant elle, incapable d’imaginer
quelque geste que ce fût, à cause de cette intense émotion qui nous reliait
bien plus fortement que la chaîne dorée qui se tendait toujours entre mon
pubis et sa coque de chasteté. Maîtresse Sylvie qui nous regardait toujours se
rendit compte sans doute de cette émotion et s’adressa à esclave 12 :
“position C1” Immédiatement esclave 12 se retourna, se précipita à genoux
entre les jambes de Maîtresse Sylvie, tirant violemment sur mon pubis ce qui
m’arracha un cri de douleur et de surprise, et reprit la caresse du sexe
magnifique. Je fus aussitôt en érection mais la frustration était infinie
cette fois par l’obligation évidente de ne devoir faire absolument aucun geste
que j’avais devinée spontanément, de sentir mon pénis tendu de voir cette
scène magnifique de mon amie esclave 12 donner tant de plaisir à ce sexe
prodigieux, adoré, rêvé; frustration aussi de savoir maintenant que tant pour
moi que pour esclave 12 comme je le savais désormais, aucun retour ne serait
jamais plus possible. Ma respiration était courte mon pénis battant dur et
tendu devant moi; esclave 12 devait sentir mon émotion, elle devait percevoir
que ce désir était pour son geste infiniment érotique et je vis son bassin
commencer à osciller légèrement, ses reins se cambrer, son souffle s’accélérer
en même temps que celui de Maîtresse Sylvie, en même temps que ses
gémissements s’amplifiaient, que ses mains s’agrippaient à la tête d’esclave
12. Mais esclave 12 dut sentir la demande non dite, simplement sur des gestes
sans doute, je n’avais rien vu, ou bien était-ce des ordres habituels, et elle
ralentit son geste, sa langue parcourait maintenant toute la vulve lentement
partant du pubis tendu, glissant sur le clitoris proéminent, s’arrêtant
imperceptiblement pour s’enfoncer une fraction de seconde dans le vagin
palpitant, pour repartir tout de suite vers l’autre douce et chaude entrée où
là elle resta à arroser à savourer l’endroit beaucoup plus longtemps,
repartant enfin vers le même mont bombé. Elle sut faire varier cent, mille
fois, ce geste terrible, passant par les lèvres, par le creux de l’aine, mais
sans jamais oublier le point chaud du clitoris, qui tirait de Maîtresse Sylvie
ce qui n’était au début qu’un souffle rauque et bref mais qui devint
progressivement un cri, bref secousse dont le rythme s’accéléra pour s’arrêter
lorsque esclave 12 stoppa brutalement tout mouvement, enveloppant de sa bouche
le clitoris, immobile désormais, produisant une seule aspiration continue
telle une ventouse splendide qui fit vibrer tout le corps et les membres de
Maîtresse Sylvie, frémissement ininterrompu, terrible, qui s’accompagnait d’un
râle lui aussi continu, la rendant hors d’haleine. Esclave 12 caressait en
même temps les fesses les reins les cuisses les hanches de Maîtresse Sylvie,
et finit par arrêter sa main juste sur l’anus qui se tendit, offert par la
cambrure brutale, et la main toute entière s’engouffra dans cet anus en un
effort unique et sauvage qui déclencha enfin l’orgasme explosif qui lui fit
fléchir les jambes et ouvrir les cuisses afin d’accueillir cette pénétration
et offrir encore plus le clitoris à cette bouche qui voulait l’aspirer
l’avaler. L’orgasme dura une éternité, Je croyais qu’elle ne pouvait plus
s’arrêtait de frémir, de crier, d’aspirer la main d’esclave 12 dont le visage
était inondé de la liqueur de Maîtresse Sylvie. Quand ce fut fini, elles
restèrent néanmoins comme soudées toutes les deux comme ne formant plus qu’un
seul organe, le corps d’esclave 12 encore secoué de soubresauts de hoquets
comme si elle avait partagé cet orgasme (ce qui ne pouvait évidemment pas
avoir eu lieu) directement transmis par la bouche et la langue. Mais le double
corps se dissout, se divisa et Maîtresse Sylvie s’accroupit pour embrasser
tendrement la bouche d’esclave 12. Elle nous parla “Bon vous allez dormir mais
esclave 12 doit faire ses besoins. Vous allez vous installer en position F2
puis G2 pour la nuit.” Esclave 12 avait déjà appris ces positions standard et
se leva, et m’entraîna sans un mot sans un regard. Maîtresse Sylvie me dit,
alors que nous quittions la pièce : “n’oublie pas que vous êtes contrôlés en
permanence, et que toute faute sera punie.” Je frissonnai en repensant au
supplice d’esclave 12 plus tôt. Nous arrivâmes dans une pièce où était arrangé
par terre un grand matelas mince et ferme du genre tatami. Esclave 12 se
saisit d’un accessoire que je ne connaissais pas. C’était un pilier métallique
avec à sa base un pied en forme de petit pont, et portant comme un grand
entonnoir. Esclave 12 me fit m’allonger sur le dos, couvrit mon cou de la base
du pilier, ce qui enserra complètement mon cou, m’empêchant ainsi de bouger ma
tête. De plus la base de l’entonnoir s’appliqua directement à ma bouche, la
forçant à l’absorber complètement entre mes mâchoires distendues. Esclave 12
s’installa à califourchon sur le pilier qui offrait à son extrémité haute des
picots qui vinrent s’emboîter exactement dans des petites infractuosité de la
coque de chasteté, au niveau du vagin. Dès qu’elle s’assit sur le dispositif,
le pilier s’encliqueta dans la coque et ce qui produisit en retour un déclic
qui libéra la pièce où était attachée la chaîne qui nous reliait. Cette pièce
se trouvait en fait être une trappe qui obstruait l’anus d’esclave 12 et alors
évidemment je compris ce qui allait m’arriver, mais je n’eus pas le temps d’y
penser longtemps car très vite un flot de matières se déversa dans ma bouche,
guidé par l’entonnoir, atteignant directement le fond de ma gorge. Je
suffoquai, par le flot, par le goût terrible, par l’humiliation, mais je me
ressaisis et commençais à avaler ces matières infiniment amères. Esclave 12 se
libérait, et je vis un flot d’urine se précipiter oh surprise par le même
orifice. Quel était ce prodige ? Avait-on modifié son corps à ce point ?
Evidemment ceci expliquait la coque totalement lisse et sans aucun orifice sur
sa partie avant!! Je me pris à penser alors qu’esclave 12 était-elle aussi
totalement castrée de ses sexes, j’imaginai la coque, encastrée dans ce qui
avait été le vagin, la vulve anéantie comme le sexe des hommes qui m’avaient
opéré., remplacée par cette coque métallique. Je continuai péniblement
d’avaler cette matière ce liquide chaud que j’aimais maintenant comme le seul
don qu’esclave 12 pourrait jamais m’offrir par son corps. Et puis la source se
tarit enfin après qu’elle se fût vidée au maximum, sachant que la prochaine
fois était imprédictible et dépendait du bon vouloir de Maîtresse Sylvie. Je
devinai qu’un mécanisme comparable me serait installé en moi tôt ou tard afin
de contrôler mon corps aussi complètement. Lorsque ce fut fini, esclave 12
referma la trappe de son anus, se leva, ce qui ré enclencha le blocage de la
trappe et elle se démonta du pilier, refermant ses orifices jusqu’au prochain
ordre de délivrance de Maîtresse Sylvie. Elle releva le pilier ce qui
désengagea l’entonnoir de ma bouche. A ma grande surprise je la vis s’allonger
sur le dos et m’indiquer le pilier. Elle me présenta aussi une coquille
métallique qu’elle posa sur sa coque de chasteté puis me la tendit, toujours
sans me parler, en me montrant mon pénis. Je compris que nous allions échanger
nos rôles. Je me sentais mal à l’aise et l’idée de lui faire subir ce que je
venais de vivre m’était assez insupportable. Je restai quelques instants à
hésiter, mais en voyant son regard suppliant, je compris que la désobéissance
signifiait encore pire pour elle et je lui installai le pilier sur le cou,
j’enfonçais la base de l’entonnoir encore sale dans sa bouche qui dut
s’écarter au maximum pour faire entrer cet objet énorme pour sa petite
mâchoire. Je cherchais ensuite comment adapter la coquille sur mon sexe et je
m’aperçus qu’il possédait des encoches permettant se s’encliqueter sur les
pointes supérieures du pilier. Ensuite, je m’assis doucement car en fait je
devais me reposer entièrement sur mes testicules ce qui, compte tenu de
l’anneau qui les traversait de part en part fut vraiment très douloureux. La
coquille se terminait à l’avant par une partie creuse dans laquelle vint se
loger mon pénis. Quand je fus relâché dans cette position assez inconfortable
et douloureuse, je commençai à pousser et très rapidement je me vidai dans la
pauvre bouche de esclave 12. Je me mis à pleurer d’abord mais ensuite je
perçus le bonheur de partager ce supplice à égalité avec celle qui était ma
douce compagne de malheur, et la joie de pouvoir vivre ensemble ce que j’avais
finalement tant désiré, et qu’elle aussi désirait me remplit d’une douce joie,
et je pensais aux sensations que nous vivions également en cet instant, et je
fus ému. Lorsque j’eus terminé je me levai, m’extirpant de cette petite
coquille qui broyait mes testicules, me mis debout au dessus de l’entonnoir et
urinai longuement, le rinçant soigneusement. Il se remplit car esclave 12 ne
pouvait pas boire aussi vite que l’entonnoir se remplissait et je restai à la
regarder finir d’avaler péniblement les matières puis le flot d’urine que je
venais de déverser en elle.
Plus tard, quand elle eut terminé laborieusement, avec des hoquets qui lui
déchiraient la gorge, je lui ôtai le pilier du cou.. Elle se releva et se
saisit de deux tiges plates. Elle me tendit la première en me montrant mon
pubis. Je compris que je devais l’accrocher à l’anneau qui y était encastré et
en effet, l’extrémité de la tige s’adaptait parfaitement sur l’anneau,
l’enserrant dans une espèce de pince encliquetée. Puis esclave 12 passa
derrière moi, et m’attacha les poignets entre eux d’un double bracelet de
métal. Je ne bougeai pas d’un souffle, sachant que les caméras vidéo nous
observaient en détail, mais je sentis une rapide mais réelle caresse furtive
du bout de ses doigts, premier contact tendre depuis tant de jours. Cette
caresse ne dura qu’une fraction de seconde, car elle ne devait pas prendre de
risques, mais un frisson de plaisir parcourut mon corps de la tête aux pieds.
Elle repassa devant moi et me fit signe de me coucher. La tige métallique
accroché à mon pubis pendait vers le sol comme j’avais dû la lâcher et
m’arrachait les chairs. La position couchée fut un soulagement. Esclave 12
s’allongea en face de moi, le visage au niveau de mon sexe et inversement.
Elle accrocha l’autre extrémité de la barre qui m’était déjà attachée au pubis
à son cou, de sorte que sa bouche était à quelques centimètres seulement de
mon pénis. Puis elle fit de même avec l’autre barre, entre l’anneau de mon nez
et sa coque de chasteté. Ma bouche était elle aussi à quelques centimètres de
son sexe métallique, mais clairement nous ne pourrions pas nous toucher. Enfin
elle passa ses mains dans son dos et j’entendis un clic qui devait signifier
que ses poignets étaient eux aussi blo-qués. Une voix s’éleva alors dans la
pièce, montrant que l’on avait attendu que nous soyons prêts pour nous donner
d’autres consi-gnes. C’était Maîtresse Sylvie : « C’est très bien vous avez
été obéissants. Exceptionnellement vous êtes autorisés à parler pendant
quelques minutes. Puis vous dormirez. » J’étais si heureux de pouvoir parler
que je me précipitai : « quel bonheur que nous soyons attachés ensemble, je
voudrais subir tout et le pire pour pouvoir t’offrir mes souffrances et servir
Maîtresse Sylvie avec toi, te regarder lui donner du plaisir. Dis moi, depuis
quand es tu là, douce amie ? » « je suis aussi très émue d’être suppliciée
pour toi, je voudrais encore être punie pour te donner mes émotions extrêmes.
Je vois ton pénis et je sais qu’il va t’être arraché bientôt et j’aime ça et
je t’aime de ça. Moi on m’a absolument gommé toute trace de ma vulve, lèvres
et clitoris et ma coque est greffée à l’intérieur de ce qui était mon vagin,
encastré dans ma chair, accroché à l’os de mon bassin. J’urine par mon anus,
car on m’a toute transformée dans mon intérieur. Toutes mes plaques sont
incrustées en moi très profondément. Des fois je sens le métal frotter sur mes
côtes sous mes seins. Et mon collier passe sous la peau de ma nuque, il est
vissé sur les vertèbres. Plus jamais mon corps n’existera sans ce métal, mais
j’en suis fier, je suis fier d’avoir donné mon existence à Maîtresse Sylvie
que j’aime de tous mes sens de tout mon corps comme je t’aime toi aussi de ce
que tu me donnes, de ce que tu m’as donné tout à l’heure. » je lui répondis
doucement « je caresse ton métal chéri, sens-tu la chaleur de mon cœur, de mon
regard sur ton nouveau corps si beau, je voudrais le sentir glisser sous ma
langue me souder moi aussi à cette coque, la faire entrer en moi » « tu sais,
dit-elle je ne sais plus vrai-ment depuis combien de temps je suis ici, deux
ou trois ans peut-être, je ne sais plus l’âge que j’ai et je n’ai plus de
souvenirs du monde d’avant. Mais je suis arrivée très jeune, et j’ai donné mon
corps tout de suite à Maîtresse Sylvie tout de suite, c’était si évident que
je ne pouvais que lui appartenir, elle est si bonne d’accepter ma langue pour
lui donner son plaisir, son sexe est si bon … ». Mais elle fut interrompue
brutalement par la voix de Maîtresse Sylvie qui nous ordonna brutalement de
dormir, et la lumière s’éteignit. Il me fallut longtemps pour arrêter de
penser de savourer les douces paroles de esclave 12 adorée, pour cesser de
rêver à ce sexe métallisé à quelques centimètres de mon visage, pour installer
dans mon cœur ce ventre transformé, comme le serait le mien un jour…
Le lendemain (mais les jours les nuits avaient-ils toujours une signification
dans ce monde nouveau où je me trouvai, où nous nous trouvions, car je perçus
comme une évidence que mon sort serait lié pour longtemps à celui d’esclave
12) la voix de Maîtresse Sylvie nous réveilla, et esclave 12 nous détacha les
barres rigides qui nous reliait. Nous n’étions pas pour autant déconnectés
puis-qu’une chaîne nous reliait toujours. Nous subîmes une douche puissante,
glacée, mêlée de produits lavant, dans une pièce entière-ment conçue à cet
usage, avec des jets qui nous entouraient de toutes parts, sol, murs, plafond.
Elle se frottait soigneusement sur tout les corps, glissant ses doigts autant
qu’elle le pouvait sous ses plaques métalliques ou bien s’orientant sous les
jets de façon à être lavée en profondeur. Je fis de même parcourant de mes
mains enfin libres (ce qui deviendrait si rare désormais !) tout mon corps, le
parcourant encore avec incrédulité, redécouvrant encore une fois tout ce métal
qui y était incorporé. La journée débuta par une série de tâches ménagères
très inconfortables à réaliser, attachés que nous étions, nous dûmes laver le
sol de plusieurs pièces avec comme seul ustensiles une serpillière et un seau
d’eau savonneuse, sans balai. On nous avait affublés d’un vêtement en grosse
toile rugueuse et grossière qui entourait le torse, et couvrait les jambes,
laissant les sexes libres (au moins pour laisser pas-ser les chaînes. Ces
vêtements étaient simplement appliqués sur le corps et maintenus par des
scratch car ils ne pouvaient pas être enfilés. Leur matière était très rigide
et lourde, ce qui rendait nos gestes extrêmement pénibles. Nous étions tous
les deux à quatre pattes et ce travail dura plusieurs heures. Enfin, plus tard
dans la journée, épuisés nous retirâmes les vêtements de travail, rangè-rent
le matériel, et retournâmes prendre une douche, toujours glacée et violente.
Nous retournâmes nous présenter aux ordres dans le salon principal. Mais rien
ne nous fut indiqué et nous dûmes rester ainsi debout pendant sans doute
plusieurs heures, sans bou-ger, sans oser même nous regarder, côte à côte,
l’esprit vide après ce travail exténuant. Plus tard (mais comme aucune fenêtre
n’était visible de l’endroit où nous nous trouvions, nous ne pouvions même pas
voir si c’était le jour ou la nuit) une table fut dres-sée au milieu de la
pièce et des esclaves vinrent mettre le couvert sans doute pour un banquet
étant donné l’importance du couvert. Nous entendîmes un remue-ménage et des
personnes arrivèrent dans la pièce. La plupart étaient en couple, très
élégamment habil-lés.. Lorsque les convives furent en place, Maîtresse Sylvie
arriva, ce qui déclencha des applaudissements, en effet sa tenue était
magnifique : elle était recouverte de longs voiles diaphanes largement drapés
sur elle, avec de nombreuses échancrures manifes-tement destinées à savamment
dévoiler son sexe et ses seins lorsqu’elle bougeait. Elle embrassa sur la
bouche puis sur le sexe toutes les femmes, et s’inclina légèrement devant les
hommes montrant sa préférence (mais qui devait sans aucun doute être par-
faitement connue des invités). Elle fit signe de s’asseoir, et là je m’aperçus
qu’une chaise sur deux était munie dans sa matière de un ou deux pénis
artificiels. Les femmes durent choisir ces places, ce qui impliquait qu’elle
ne pouvaient être qu’en jupe ou en robe, et qu’elles ne pouvaient porter de
sous-vêtement. Tout le monde ne devait pas être au courant de cette surprise
car lorsque Maîtresse Sylvie déclara «mes chéries, je vous remercies d’être
venues ce soir accompagnées de vos compagnons, malgré que leur rôle ce soir
sera extrêmement limité. Je vous ai préparé une petite surprise qui devrait
beaucoup vous plaire, et j’espère qu’elle leur plaira à eux aussi – dit-elle
avec un sourire aux lèvres. Vous voyez maintenant en quoi consiste cette
surprise, et je suppose que vous ne portez pas de sous-vêtements. Si jamais
l’une d’entre vous avait malgré tout commis cette petite imprudence, je lui
de-mande de le dire maintenant ». Trois jeunes femmes s’avancèrent en riant et
rougissant, blaguant avec la maîtresse de maison, en lui montrant leur bassin
pour lui indiquer que malheureusement ça n’était pas le cas. Elle fit alors un
signe à esclave 12 en cla-quant des doigts qui s’approcha, m’entraînant
derrière elle. Maîtresse Sylvie lui lança un ordre : « déshabille les ! ».
Aussitôt es-clave 12 s’accroupit devant la première femme, lui releva la jupe
pourtant très courte, jusqu'à atteindre le haut de la magnifique culotte de
soie qu’elle portait, puis lui ôta avec beaucoup de douceur et de tendresse,
faisant glisser le tissus sur les cuisses rondes et fermes de la jeune femme,
qui gémit doucement, de la caresse et d’être offerte à tous les regards. Ainsi
fut fait aussi pour les deux autres très belles femmes qui devaient être
dénudées. L’une d’elles en fait ne portait qu’un léger short de soie, avec un
haut très court. Lorsqu’ esclave 12 lui retira le short, elle ne portait rien
dessous, mais évidemment ne put rien remettre, et resta donc nue, offerte
ainsi toute la soirée à tous les convives. Maîtresse Sylvie s’adressa ensuite
à ses invités : « nous allons nous asseoir maintenant, évidemment le choix des
chaises n’est pas complètement libre comme vous pouvez l’imaginer, et bien
sûr, les hommes savent quelles chaises ils ne doivent pas utiliser. Donc je
vais leur demander de s’asseoir en premier, puis mes belles chéries vous vous
installerez les chaises de votre choix, mais avec la contrainte de surtout pas
être près de votre compagnon. ». Les femmes circulèrent autour de la table,
regardant les différents types d’excroissances qui décoraient les chaises,
certaines simples, d’autres doubles, certaines très large, d’autres plus fines
mais longues, certaines en métal très lisse, d’autre en ivoire travaillé et
couvert de motifs en relief. Des oh et des ah soulignaient les découvertes, et
enfin les premières femmes firent leur choix. Elles s’asseyaient avec de
grades précautions afin de faire glisser les godemichés en douceur en elle, et
aucune ne put s’empêcher de gémir lors de cet installation. L’une d’elle cria
et se mit à trembler car elle s’était laisser quasiment tomber sur un énorme
double plug, large et long, elle s’effondra sur la table réconfortée par ses
deux voisins qui lui prodiguaient des caresses sur les épaules, les cuisses,
la nuque, mais rien n’y fit et un orgasme violent la saisit une minute plus
tard, elle vibrait, frissonnait, criait alors que son bassin était agité de
convulsions d’avant en arrière. Mais elle finit par se calmer, et se redressa,
remerciant ses deux voisins d’un tendre baiser sur leur bouche, qu’ils
apprécièrent manifestement. Le repas put commencer mais alors que le deuxième
plat arrivait, et que les conversations allaient bon train, Maîtresse Sylvie
se leva, se dirigea vers moi, alors que j’étais immobile auprès de esclave 12,
la verge dressée, excité que j’étais par ce spectacle superbe, et sans arriver
jusqu’à moi me dit assez fort pour que ce soit entendu largement « position A
! ». J’étais suffoqué de devoir effectuer cet ordre devant tous ces gens, et
j’étais terrifié à l’idée que j’aurai un mal fou à retenir mon orgasme, à la
fois par l’excitation que me causait le scénario imaginé par Maîtresse Sylvie,
et par la durée depuis laquelle je vivais des scènes si excitantes ces
derniers jours. Mais évidemment je m’exécutais immédiatement sans émettre la
moindre résistance, je me dirigeai alors vers le plus proche pilier de la
pièce (il y en avait plusieurs dans celle-ci) entraînant comme toujours
esclave 12 derrière moi. En m’approchant du pilier, je constatai avec effroi
que le plot sur lequel j’allai devoir m’installer était énorme, bien plus gros
que celui qui m’avait accueilli lors de ma première expérience de cette
position. De plus il paraissait rugueux ou bosselé sur toute sa longueur, et
sa forme était vraiment terrifiante car sa tête était enflée par rapport à sa
hampe. Mais je savais que mes états d’âme ou mes frayeurs n’étaient pas
autorisés. Je vis le regard douloureux de esclave 12 qui avait remarqué elle
aussi l’objet sur lequel je devais m’emboîter et lorsque nos regards se
croisèrent, je lus sa souffrance qu’elle allait partager dans ces instants
terribles qui m’attendaient. Je me positionnai donc sans tarder et plaçai
l’orifice de mon anus en regard de la boule énorme, et je commençai
immédiatement à appuyer tout le poids de mon corps. La tête du plot était
d’allure sphérique et par conséquent il fallait que mon orifice s’écarte avant
que la pénétration commence ce qui promettait d’être très douloureux. Je
constatai de plus que la surface était rugueuse car je sentais ma chair se
déchirer la douleur était gigantesque, je respirais à grand peine, car elle me
coupait le souffle, mais je poursuivais en laissant tout le poids de mon corps
tomber, en levant les jambes, car je savais que plus je faisais durer
l’introduction plus je souffrirai donc je décidai de plonger le plus
rapidement possible. Je levai donc mes jambes et je sentis comme un
déchirement, un écartèlement, une brûlure fabuleuse lorsque la boule se força
son passage, écartelant mon sphincter et plongeant dans mes entrailles en
arrachant tout sur son passage, car je la sentis horriblement rugueuse comme
du papier de verre ou une branche de ronce que l’on aurait enfoncé en moi. Je
ne pus m’empêcher de lâcher un hurlement de douleur, que je calmai rapidement,
sachant le risque que je prenais. Mais une fis franchi la porte, la
pénétration fut totale instantanément et mon coccyx vint brutalement cogner
contre la base du plot, augmentant encore si c’était possible la douleur. Je
portai ma main tremblante vers la tige de blocage que je finis par atteindre
après de nombreux tâtonnements. Je l’encastrai et me relevai pour m’enclencher
sur le crochet de nuque. Je pleurai silencieusement car la douleur ne se
calmait en aucune façon et j’étais à peu près certain que mon anus devait
avoir été complètement labouré, mais je portai quand même ma main vers ma
verge qui avait totalement perdu son érection avec ces épreuves. Je dus
caresser longtemps cette organe mou et flasque avant de pouvoir calmer les
brûlures qui avaient envahi tout mon ventre, pour atténuer ma crispation et
enfin sentir son durcissement mais qui ne me procurait aucun plaisir. Je
sentis ma verge enfler, se tendre, durcir mais je ne sentais rien pas de
douceur, pas de frisson dans le dos, pas de douce chaleur remonter mon pubis
comme j’en avais l’habitude. Je perçus que cet excroissance de chair se
détachait de moi grâce à la terrible pénétration qui me déchirait. Je regardai
longuement esclave 12 qui surveillait que mes gestes respectaient bien
intégralement ce qui m’était imposé, sans que nos regards puissent se croiser.
Je savais que cela lui était nécessaire pour tenir le coup, pour aimer ma
souffrance et mon geste d’obéissance absolu. Des convives riaient de nous par
moment, et je sentis l’humiliation de devoir subir cette souffrance alors
qu’eux se donnaient du plaisir. Ma main avait pris son allure régulière
désormais et petit à petit, je sentis revenir la douceur, je sentis s’éteindre
le feu de mon ventre, je sentis que je commençai à aimer cet écartèlement, et
je compris que j’aimerai quand la fois prochaine, ce serait pire encore. Je
rêvai du temps futur où mon sexe supprimé je ne vivrai peut-être plus ces
humiliations. Pendant que mon effroi s’évanouissait, que ma verge redevenait
sensible, je perçus les mouvements parmi les convives femmes dont certaines
commencer à mettre en évidence les sensations qu’elles ne pouvaient plus
retenir, et plusieurs d’entre elles commencèrent à gémir de plus en plus fort,
de se tordre, et je captai une scène où deux femmes en vis-à-vis entraient en
jouissance en même temps, accompagnées par leurs voisins respectifs, puis
rejointes par Maîtresse Sylvie qui se leva, alla se placer derrière l’une
d’elle pour lui caresser les seins, ce qui transforma les gémissements en
cris. Puis elle commença à dégrafer la robe de son amante, et la mit
entièrement nue très rapidement. Sa main descendit vers son pubis qu’elle se
mit à pétrir violemment, soulevant pratiquement la jeune femme tant sa caresse
sur sa vulve était violente. Elle soulevait la femme puis la relâchait,
augmentant la caresse des deux plugs qui la pénétrait. Elle avait largement
écarté les jambes de sorte que les gens les plus proches pouvaient vraiment
savourer l’arrivée de son orgasme, qui se synchronisait avec la femme en face
d’elle. Leurs cris se produisaient au même rythme qui s’accélérait et puis
brutalement deux hurlement s’élevèrent de la table lorsque les deux femmes
atteignirent leur orgasme simultanément. J’étais totalement fasciné par la
violence de leur jouissance par le spectacle fabuleux qu’elles produisaient et
par la frustration qu’elle produisait sur moi et je pense aussi sur ma chère
esclave 12 qui ne pourrait plus jamais vivre de tels moments. Mais la tempête
qui avait secoué les deux femmes entraîna dans son sillage la montée des
autres et ce fut un magnifique concert de gémissements, de cris d’extase, de
pleurs de plaisir qui éclata autour de la table et qui se termina par un
orgasme commun extraordinaire. Maîtresse Sylvie n’avait pourtant pas partagé
cette explosion, étant occuper à toujours poursuivre sa caresse sur la même
femme qui hurlait comme si son orgasme ne pourrait plus jamais s’arrêter. Elle
fut en effet la dernière à se calmer, violentée sans aucune interruption par
la main de Maîtresse Sylvie qui ne diminuait pas l’intensité de sa poigne sur
la vulve que j’imaginai en feu. La femme épuisée, sans souffle, s’effondra sur
un de ses voisins qui la calma par des caresses très douces sur tout le corps.
Maîtresse Sylvie se dirigea néanmoins vers esclave 12, se déshabilla
entièrement par un geste magique et unique qui démonta en une seconde le
magnifique assemblage de voiles transparents qui la recouvraient sans rien
cacher. Elle prit sa position favorite, debout avec esclave 12 entre ses
jambes, qui démarra immédiatement la caresse de sa bouche. La vulve de
Maîtresse Sylvie devait être en extrême tension car malgré le savoir faire de
esclave 12, elle explosa presque instantanément en un long cri, en une série
de longs cris, qui ne pouvaient plus s’arrêter enchaînant orgasme sur orgasme
ou bien n’était-ce qu’un seul orgasme monstrueux, interminable, gigantesque.
Lorsqu’enfin elle s’épuisa, essoufflée, trempée de transpiration, haletante,
les yeux hagards, les cinq femmes se levèrent toutes ensembles, d’un seul
geste, se dirigèrent vers elles, et se mirent à la caresser, à lui lécher tout
son corps de haut en bas, léchant sa peau luisante, ses jambes trempée se sa
liqueur, caressant sa peau qui vibrait encore, électrique, et elles la
portèrent jusqu’à la table où elles l’allongèrent en son centre. Les mains des
convives hommes et femmes mélangés se mêlèrent sur son corps pour la recouvrir
de douceur après cette fureur, ce feu, cette violence. Je n’avais à aucun
moment interrompu mon geste et je sentis qu’il me serait extrêmement difficile
de résister cette fois-ci, car je sentais le sperme monter en moi, poussé par
l’énormité du plot qui oppressait mes entrailles. Esclave 12 se rendit compte
de mon état car ma respiration avait changé, le rythme de ma main s’était
accéléré et je ne pouvais plus le retenir, je me sentais comme ne plus
maîtriser ma main, je savais pourtant que la punition serait terrible, mais
mon esprit était en feu, comme possédé par un démon, je croisai le regard
désespéré de esclave 12 et je sentais sa supplique pour tenir le coup, ma
terreur était à son comble mais la faute fut commise, mon corps se cabra, me
plantant encore plus profondément sur le plot, mélangeant la gifle de douleur
avec l’énormité de la jouissance que je n’avais plus connu depuis sans doute
plusieurs mois. Mon sperme fut éjecté à une hauteur incroyable, et atteint
esclave 12 qui pleurait, sachant les souffrances qui nous attendaient
probablement tous les deux. Lorsque ma verge fut vidée de toute substance, je
fus tenté d’arrêter mon geste mais je savais qu’il ne le fallait sous aucun
prétexte, et je continuai, malgré que mon corps était quasiment incapable
d’obéir de bouger tant il tremblait de plaisir, mais de frayeur aussi. Je
repris malgré tout mon geste, pleurant sur la faute que je venais de commettre
et que je n’allais pas tarder à payer. Je pensai qu’après cette désobéissance
maximale, Maîtresse Sylvie me punirait immédiatement, mais elle ne s’occupa
pas de moi, elle savourait la dizaine de mains qui la couvrait de caresses
ininterrompues sur tout son corps. Ceci se prolongea encore une ou deux
heures, au point qu’une deuxième érection naquit mais j’en étais moins effrayé
car je savais que le risque d’une deuxième jouissance était beaucoup plus
faible désormais. Plus tard, Maîtresse Sylvie, se leva, et déclara : « l’un de
mes esclaves vient de commettre une faute terrible, il va mériter la plus
terrible punition. En fait j’ai décidé que ceci méritait d’accélérer la fin de
sa formation et que j’allai éliminer les derniers éléments de sa sexualité
organique. Mais auparavant, il va devoir passer le reste des heures avant
l’opération finale qui aura lieu demain matin, en état de douleur permanente.
Je vais vous distribuer des accessoires à tous et vous pourrez les utiliser
comme bon vous semblera pour obtenir l’effet désiré. Auparavant, esclave 12 va
le préparer à cette épreuve ultime, mais je dois d’abord arrêter sa position
actuelle. » et après s’être tournée vers moi, elle dit : « Fin de position !
». Esclave 12 sanglotait silencieusement en attendant que je me libère de ma
position. Sortir du plot allait être d’une violence terrible mais après le
coup de massue que représentait l’annonce que Maîtresse Sylvie venait de
faire, plus rien ne pouvait m’atteindre, et d’un geste quasiment automatique
après avoir libéré ma nuque et la tige de blocage, je me levai d’un coup sur
mes jambes. Peut-être mon anus, mon sphincter, tout mon intérieur allaient
être arrachés, mais plus rien n’avait d’importance et je sentis à peine
l’arrachement qui aurait dû me terrasser. En me retournant pour terminer
malgré tout ma position A et nettoyer le plot je constatai sans surprise qu’il
était couvert de sang et de matières aspirées lors de la sortie. Je bus tout,
insensible aux saveurs, acceptant tout. Je sentais le sang couler le long de
mes jambes, mes blessures devaient être très graves. On descendit un filin du
plafond et esclave 12 m’entraîna vers lui. Lorsque je fus à sa hauteur, elle
fit passer le filin d’acier successivement par tous les anneaux qui m’était
incorporés, mon nez, mes seins, mon pubis, mes testicules, mes fesses, ma
nuque. Elle ferma la boucle par un crochet fermé sur le filin au dessus de ma
tête. Deux bracelets pendaient du crochet que esclave 12 venait d’installer au
dessus de ma tête, elle les mit sur mes poignets et je dus donc tendre mes
bras au-dessus de ma tête. Maîtresse Sylvie avait aussi donné à esclave 12 une
boule gonflable qui était garnie d’une multitude de pointes métalliques sur
toute sa surface, qu’elle m’enfonça dans la bouche, puis la gonfla jusqu’à ce
qu’elle distende ma bouche et que les pointes s’incrustent dans ma langue, mon
palais, mes gencives. Je hurlai de douleur mais mon hurlement ne réussit qu’à
sortir sous la forme d’un gémissement déchirant. Puis le filin fut remonté
jusqu’à être tendu, tirant sur tous le points d’ancrage de mon corps,. Je
touchai à peine le sol, ne pouvant me reposer de la douleur qui me tirailla
immédiatement que en me tenant sur la pointe des pieds. Les convives
s’approchèrent alors de moi et commencèrent l’opération diabolique. Ils
possédaient tous un objet pesant, installé au bout soit d’une pince, soit d’un
crochet ouvert et pointu. Cela représentait une vingtaine de poids terribles
que l’on allait m’accrocher dans ma chair. Le filin me coupait les testicules
qui de toutes façons disparaîtraient demain matin, et le pubis qui lui aussi
serait complètement transformé. Je jus tenté de fermer les yeux, mais
puisqu’on ne me les avait pas bandés, cela signifiait que mon regard sur ce
qui allait se passer, et l’horreur que cela allait m’inspirer faisait partie
de la punition. Je souffrais déjà infiniment de la bouche, du filin qui me
déchirait mais même si je pensais que c’était le maximum que je puisse subir
et accepter, je vis le premier convive – un homme - s’approcher avec un
crochet acéré auquel était accroché une grosse boule métallique couverte elle
aussi de pointes longues d’au moins trois centimètres. Il se dirigea droit
vers ma verge qu’il souleva très haut, la tirant très brutalement, et d’un
geste direct ficha le crochet dans un de mes testicules. Je pensai mourir
instantanément tant cela me brûlait, mais non je vivais et soufrai comme aucun
être humain ne peut rêver. Les pointes de la boule étaient vraiment très
acérées et elles s’incrustèrent immédiatement dans ma cuisse, mais lorsqu’il
relâcha ma pauvre verge, elle retomba lourdement sur les pointes qui la
percèrent en plusieurs endroits. Le convive suivant, une femme avait une
longue barre munie de pinces à chacune de ses extrémités. Elle en accrocha une
à mon gland et l’autre à l’anneau de mon nez. Je ne pouvais pas retenir cette
barre, car elle était trop lourde pour mon pauvre nez et le fait de la laisser
tomber fit que ma verge fut encore plus profondément épinglée sur la boule. La
sensation vraiment très étrange de percement me faisait penser qu’elle était
traversée de part en part de nombreuses fois. On me mit une pince d’une force
terrible sur le testicule non encore utilisé et il s’écrasa sous la pression
gigantesque, je sentis très nettement la glande s’écraser. Puis deux personnes
(je n’étais plus en état de savoir si c’était des hommes ou des femmes)
plantèrent une pique dans chacune de mes cuisses, et les relièrent par un lien
qui tendit les points d’ancrage au point que je pensais que le muscle serait
rapidement déchiré. J’eus des pinces aussi fortes que celle de mon testicule
sur chacun des mes seins, et là aussi je sentis les chairs s’écraser, je pus
même entendre le bruit lorsque mes tétons furent réellement écrasés. Je
sentais le sang couler sur ma poitrine. Le défilé continua, et je fus couvert,
percé, écrasé, déchiré en de nombreux autres endroits. Enfin cette procession
prit fin, mais Maîtresse Sylvie s’approcha de moi et de esclave 12, dont elle
attrapa un poignet, le bloqua avec une menotte dont j’entendis le cliquetis,
puis elle prit son autre poignet, le fit passer derrière mon dos, et attacha
les deux menottes. Esclave 12 était désormais collée à moi, et cela aurait pu
être un délice et un bonheur, si elle n’était pas en fait plaquée au point
d’enfoncer encore plus tout ce qui me perçait, mais je me rendis compte que
plusieurs des objets garnis de longues pointes s’étaient aussi enfoncés dans
on corps à elle aussi, et lors de la pression que Maîtresse Sylvie exerça sur
elle pour nous relier, je sentis le geste délibéré de faire pénétrer toutes
les pointes. D’ailleurs, nous fûmes sanglés l’un à l’autre à plusieurs
niveaux., Nous nous retrouvâmes seuls avec nos corps meurtris néanmoins une de
mes plus fortes douleurs était clairement de savoir que esclave 12 percevait
toute ma souffrance définitive, percevait mon désespoir de savoir que j’allai
perdre mon corps dans quelques heures, percevait mon corps qui tremblait de
partout, prêt à s’effondrer, prêt à abandonner. Malgré cette douleur permanent
qui ne calmerait pas de la nuit, je la sentis qui me serrait fort au risque
d’accroître encore la douleur, mais cela n’avait plus aucune importance
puisque nous avions déjà atteint le maximum. Tous les convives retournèrent
vers le centre de la pièce, d’où la table avait été retirée, et remplacée par
des grands tapis profonds. Maîtresse Sylvie avait donc organisé une grande
séance multi-sexuelle, que j’allais pouvoir suivre intégralement. Elle
organisa les personnes, en accouplant les hommes d’abord : tous les hommes
furent assemblés en cercle, tous reliés entre eux par la verge que le suivant
tenait en sa bouche, et la caresse commença et très rapidement, les
gémissements commencèrent. Mais dès que Maîtresse Sylvie perçut les premiers
signes annonçant les premiers orgasmes, elle les remit tous debout côte à
côte, le verge tendue, et les femmes furent chargées de leur caresser juste le
gland afin qu’ils ne puissent jouir rapidement. Je suivais ce spectacle
magnifique entre deux hoquets, deux hurlements rentrés, deux déchirements,
deux flammes, à chaque infime mouvement de nos corps chaque respiration qui
tirait, labourait enfonçait en permanence tous ces poignards. Les hommes
criaient de frustration de ne pouvoir jouir, mais les femmes continuaient leur
masturbation incomplète, qui ne pouvait aboutir sauf volontairement. Ce jeu
dura une heure peut-être deux, sans doute n’avais-je plus aucun sens du temps
d’ailleurs. Et puis les hommes furent attachés à un filin commun, dos vers
l’extérieur. Les femmes se munirent de longs et gros phallus qu’elles firent
pénétrer dans leurs anus. Elles les pompèrent pendant encore une bonne heure,
jusqu’à ce qu’ils éjaculent sans jouissance, simplement par frottement sur la
prostate. Leur sperme fut recueilli, jusqu’à ce qu’ils aient tous éjaculé, et
ils durent se lécher mutuellement afin de se nettoyer la verge, puis ils
durent à tour de rôle boire le sperme rassemblé dans une seule jatte. Puis les
femmes firent l’amour toutes ensembles, se mélangeant, réutilisant les phallus
artificiels, manipulés par les hommes. Lorsque tous les orgasmes, toutes les
jouissances semblèrent épuisées, longtemps plus tard, les convives sortirent,
nus et se dirent au revoir. Maîtresse Sylvie revint vers nous et nous parla :
« Voilà c’en est fait de toi esclave, tu vas devenir quelque chose proche de
esclave 12, car c’est sous cette forme que j’ai décidé de te transformer
définitivement. Je t’explique : on va éliminer de ton corps toute trace des
organes qui ont pu te fournir du plaisir : le seins, le pubis, la verge, les
testicules. Tout ceci va être remplacé par du métal profondément greffé en
toi, ancré vissé sur tes os. Tu auras une dérivation urinaire afin d’uriner
par l’anus. Enfin ton anus lui-même sera obstrué par une plaque mobile que tu
ne pourras pas ouvrir toi-même, ce qui garantira que tes besoins ne pourront
se faire exclusivement que sous contrôle. Quant à toi, esclave 12, tu vas
recevoir une nouvelle jonction avec lui, totalement permanente, et
l’appellation esclave 12 est votre nouvelle définition. L’opération aura lieu
dans quelques heures. Et comme prévu, vous allez continuer d’être sous douleur
permanente d’ici-là. » Et elle quitta la pièce, nous laissant abasourdis tous
les deux. Je me sentais fier de ce que je considérais comme un privilège, de
bientôt pouvoir entièrement partager les sensations que vivaient esclave 12 et
que nous ne ferions désormais plus qu’un. Ceci était vraiment l’aboutissement
ultime de la soumission que j’avais acceptée autrefois. Enfin je pourrai
savourer la punition ultime, la soumission absolue, la dénégation totale de
mon corps sexué. Ma siamoise me parla doucement sachant probablement que
c’était interdit, et qu’elle serait sans doute punie de cela, mais elle sentit
que c’était indispensable, d’autant plus que ma bouche était toujours
torturée, et que chaque infime mouvement de mes lèvres de mes mâchoires me
causait une douleur fulgurante, à cause des multiples pointes qui
s’enfonçaient à chaque instant de plus en plus profondément « Mon amour, tu
vas me rejoindre dans notre paradis final, tu vas vivre tout ce que j’ai déjà
vécu, nous allons réellement devenir un seul organisme, je suis heureuse, je
veux souffrir avec toi toute cette dernière nuit de notre vie séparée, et je
veux te donner le maximum de douleur afin que nous soyons unis pour toujours
ainsi, alors je vais maintenir et augmenter ta torture. Aime moi de ça comme
je t’aime de la douleur que je reçois de toi » et elle se serra fort contre
moi en se tordant, appuyant sa jambe entre les miennes, elle me dit que la
boule avait pénétré sa cuisse profondément, et qu’elle allait faire pareil
avec l’autre, ce qu’elle fit mais plus violemment que la première. Elle donne
un grand coup de cuisse dans mes testicules déjà écrasés et percés, et je la
sentis défaillir lorsque les pointes déchirèrent sa chair. « je voudrais
arracher ma coque et que nous n’ayons qu’une seule coque pour nous deux, que
nos chairs vides soient soudées l’une à l’autre » les heures passaient,
longues ou courtes selon les moments, la douleur était absolument constante et
ne diminuait jamais, et esclave 12 veillait à toujours la régénérer. Lorsque
l’on vint – était-ce le matin ? – et les opérateurs esclaves que j’avais déjà
connu lors de mon arrivée chez Maîtresse Sylvie, arrivèrent avec leurs
mallettes d’instruments de chirurgie, un brancard double, et nous fûmes
séparés, esclave 12 et moi, attachés sur les brancards et transportés jusqu’à
la salle des opérations. Là je fus nettoyé de toutes les blessures qui
m’avaient été commises par les objets de la punition, on me retira tous les
anneaux incorporés à ma chair, et pour la première fois depuis des mois (mais
aussi la toute dernière fois) je me retrouvai entièrement nu sans aucune
addition sur mon corps. Esclave 12 fut aussi soignée, et on m’endormit, me
plongeant dans la nuit qui serait ma dernière nuit d’homme intègre et libre.
Lorsque je me réveillerais, je serais une autre entité un autre type
d’organisme, totalement contrôlé et sous dépendance, exempt de toute capacité
sexuelle (mais conservant toute ma sensualité, ma sensibilité et mes
souvenirs, en particulier celui de ma dernière jouissance hier juste avant la
punition définitive. Je me dis que mon premier geste serait d’aller baiser les
pieds de Maîtresse Sylvie qui avait permis ce miracle.
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Castrado pela esposa | STRAIGHT, TESTICLES, | A husband is gelded by a possessive wife. In Portuguese.Um marido é castrado pela esposa possessiva. Portuguęs. | Assim que entrei em casa, minha esposa começou a me agredir. Ela estava
furiosa! Tentei contę-la, o que só aumentou sua ira.
Ela me ofendia e perguntava quem era a vagabunda que eu teria saído... Năo era
verdade. Neguei.
Depois de horas de conversa, convenci-a do contrário. Ele sempre fora
ciumenta, mas agora seus ciúmes atingiam proporçőes absurdas.
Uma semana depois, comuniquei-a de que havia sido promovido na empresa. Ela
năo demonstrou nenhuma felicidade e, durante o jantar, comentou:
“Vocę irá aceitar a promoçăo?!”
Respondi, obviamente, que sim. O aumento salarial seria significativo e agora,
a posiçăo de chefia iria ser importante para mim. Era uma conquista pessoal e
reconhecimento de anos de dedicaçăo.
Ela continuou: “Agora vocę irá ter uma secretária... com certeza uma
ordinária, que irá dar em cima de vocę. Logo estará também comendo as
estagiárias...”
Eu insisti que parasse, mas ela persistiu no tema até o anoitecer. Eu repetia
minha fidelidade e realmente, nunca havia traído-a.
Quando estávamos na cama, ela retomou: “Eu tenho muito medo de te perder. Năo
quero que isso aconteça. Prometa que deixará que eu faça de tudo para evitar
que isso aconteça!”
Eu sentia sua raiva... Concordei: “É claro, meu amor.”
No dia seguinte, quando acordei, estava completamente nu e amarrado. Agitei-
me, tentando me soltar. Mas foi inútil. Minhas pernas estavam abertas e cada
uma atada a uma ponta da cama.
Logo minha esposa chegou carregando algumas coisas.
Perguntei: “O que é isso, querida?! Me solte, estou atrasado para o trabalho!”
A resposta foi rude: “Suas primeiras obrigaçőes săo aqui! Ou vocę tem alguma
amante te esperando no escritório!? Fala!”
Eu năo entendia o que acontecia, mas sua raiva me preocupava...
“Só uma maneira de ter certeza de que vocę năo irá me trair... que é te
castrando! Primeiro eu havia pensado em usar um cinto de castidade, mas todos
os modelos apresentavam possibilidades de vocę soltá-lo. Só me restou ŕ
alternativa mais drástica. Para isso, antes havia cogitado convidar a
Patrícia, nossa amiga que é veterinária, mas eu năo iria gostar de ver outra
mulher tocando nas suas partes... Entăo eu mesma vou ter que fazer tudo.”
Insisti: “Querida, me solte. Deixe de besteiras, eu năo vou te trair!”
Foi inútil. Com um bisturi ela fez uma incisăo na minha bolsa escrotal. Com um
grampo cirúrgico, prendeu os canais de meus testículos.
“Uma pena que vamos tirar essas bolinhas que eu gosto tanto. Mas eu vou
conservá-las em um vidrinho.”
A dor era terrível, no entanto, ela parecia năo se importar.
Ela removeu entăo um testículo e depois o outro.
“Sabe, querido, sem suas bolas, vocę irá ser mais comportado... O seu desejo
será diminuído, sendo mais fácil de se controlar. Além disso, vocę năo irá ter
coragem de tirar as calças na frente de outra mulher e mostrar que tem coisas
a menos... Năo é mesmo?! Imagine a cara de surpresa dessas vagabundas ao verem
que vocę năo tem seus bagos?!”
Ela entăo suturou meu saco. Agora, no meio de minhas pernas, apenas meu pęnis
e um saco, vazio e murcho balançavam.
Năo bastando, ela falou: “Uau! Eu adorei o visual! Se soubesse que seria tăo
fácil e que ficaria tăo bonito, teria feito no dia do nosso casamento. Agora
vocę é meu capado, e só meu! Năo precisarei me preocupar com nenhuma
vagabunda!”
Desde a minha castraçăo, seu ciúme diminuiu, assim como meu desejo sexual.
Minha esposa exige, mesmo assim, que todos os dias eu lhe faça sexo oral.
Desde que năo consigo mais uma forte ereçăo, tem sido a única forma em que
consigo lhe proporcionar prazer.
Ela afirma que nunca gostou de penetraçăo e que seus orgasmos com meu sexo
oral săo muito mais intensos, năo sentindo falta alguma de meu pęnis.
Para minha tragédia, minhas ereçőes só săo fortes o bastante quando me
masturbo, o que fui proibido de fazer, sob ameaças de ter meu pęnis também
cortado.
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Moderne Zeiten 2030 - German Language | PENECTOMY, MINOR, scrotum reduction, hair removal | In the year 2030 scaters and other boys have pleasure with there body mods. A young man is coming into my studio to get his dick and ballsac cut off and his pubic hair permanently removed. | ` Es war mittlerweile Hip, nicht nur bei den Punkern, die ja eigentlich damit
angefangen hatten und mittlerweile ihre Hosen vorne dreieckig ausgeschnitten
trugen. Dann kamen die Skaterboys. Die mussten es ja gleich übertreiben und
sich alles wegmachen lassen. In Rudeln waren sie in mein Studio gekommen um
sich „schön“ machen zu lassen, und ihre Hosen bestanden auch nur noch aus zwei
Beinröhren die mit einem Bundgummi auf den Oberschenkelmuskeln ruhten.
Unterhosen waren bei deinen eh verpönt, nur die langen T-Shirts bedeckten
normalerweise das Gesäß und ihre Vorderseite. Normalerweise deshalb, denn
immer wenn sie ihre Arme hoben, und das taten sie beim Skaten, aber auch unter
Leuten des öfteren um sich zu präsentieren, schaute der Arsch und das Nichts
auf der Vorderseite zwischen Shirt und Hose heraus. Wieso die so darauf
angesprungen waren konnte man hinterher nur noch spekulieren. Skaten war
einfach so geil, dass man seinen Schwanz weder in Arsch, Möse oder Fresse
versenken, noch mit den Fingern daran herumspielen musste. Einer hat dann wohl
den Anfang gemacht um zu zeigen, dass er seine Geilheit nur noch auf sein
Board ausrichtete, und natürlich um cool zu sein. Mittlerweile lassen es sich
schon ganz normale Jungs machen, und sie werden immer jünger. Die Regierung
hat sich alarmiert gezeigt und wollte schon Gesetze dagegen erlassen, denn sie
fürchtete um den Erhalt der Bevölkerung. Freilich war es noch möglich Kinder
zu kriegen, aber der natürliche Weg fiel halt aus und die Jungen bedachten
wohl alle nicht, dass eine Zeugung im Reagenzglas viel Geld kosten wird, immer
unter der Voraussetzung, sie würden heiraten. Doch das ist ja sowieso out.
Welcher Skater braucht schon eine Möse an seiner Seite? Wenn sie es nötig
haben machten sie es sich selbst. Entweder sie steckten sich ihre Finger
hinten hinein und massieren sich die Prostata bis zum Höhepunkt, oder, das ist
der letzte Schrei, sie melken sich ab mit speziellen Stäben die mit Batterien
betrieben werden und die man in den Anus einführt. An die richtige Stelle
gebracht braucht es meist keine Minute bis zur Erleichterung. Diese Dinger
bekommt man jetzt sogar schon im Supermarkt. Ich hab mal drei Jungs auf einen
Skaterplatz, so einem richtig angelegten mit Stufen, Erhöhungen, Schrägen und
Halfpipes gesehen, die sich reihum so einen Absamer in den Hintern steckten.
Es schien sogar ein Wettkampf zu sein, bei wem es am öftesten zwischen den
Beinen tropfte. `
Wie schon berichtet werden die Jungs immer jünger, die in mein Studio kommen.
Gerade jetzt steht ein Jüngling vor mir. Er hatte telefonisch einen Termin
ausgemacht und nun seh ich, dass er wohl kaum 14 ist.
„Du bist doch noch viel zu jung. Ich darf erst ab 18, versteh’ste?“
Er zückt einen Ausweis. Ich schau ihn mir genau an. Dem Foto nach könnte er es
sein, allerdings auch sein älterer Bruder. Das Geburtsdatum stimmt. Also was
soll’s.
„Du weißt was es kostet? Haste auch die Kohle dabei?“
„Ja, aber geht das nicht etwas billiger?“ er schiebt mir ein paar Scheine
rüber – zu wenig.
„Nun mein Kleiner, was soll ich denn weglassen? Die Betäubung vielleicht? Dann
würde das ausreichen,“ das macht der nie. Vor den Schmerzen haben alle Angst.
„Dann machen wir das so,“ sagt er entschlossen.
„Wie, ohne Betäubung? Für so einen Freak hätte ich dich nicht gehalten, aber
ich geb’ dir wenigstens ein Beißholz, hier nimm.“ So etwas ist mir bisher noch
nicht untergekommen. Aber ich bin schon gespannt, ob er nicht nach dem ersten
Schnitt den Schwanz einzieht und sich lautschreiend aus dem Staub macht.
„Also, dann zieh dich mal aus. Hier hinter diese Türe ist die Dusche, und
wasch dich besonders gründlich dort, wo jetzt noch was ist. Durch den anderen
Ausgang des Waschraums kommst du in den OP-Raum. Gleich neben der Türe hängt
ein Überzieher, da schlüpfst du rein.
Während der Junge sich vorbereitet gehe ich noch mal kurz in meinen zweiten
Behandlungsraum und gehe meiner eigentlichen Arbeit nach und steche einer Frau
mit großem Vorbau ein paar Ringe durch ihre Titten.
Der Junge liegt schon auf dem Behandlungsstuhl, den ich mir gebraucht von
einem Gynäkologen gekauft habe. Auch seine Beine hat er in die Ablagen getan.
Mit Riemen schnall ich ihn fest, damit er nicht rumzappelt und mein Messer wo
reinfährt wo es gar nicht hin soll.
„Kann’s losgehen?“ frage ich und der Junge nickt mit seinem Stück Holz im
Mund. Ganz schön mutig. Mit einem elektrischen Langhaarschneider stutze ich
ihm die Schamhaare auf einen Zentimeter Länge. Die Vorprozedur dauert immer am
längsten. Eine feine Nadel schiebe ich neben einem Haar in die Hautpore ein.
Ein Tritt auf den Fußschalter und schon erhitzt sich das Metall und verbrennt
die Wurzel samt dem Haarstumpf. Der Rest über der Haut fällt ab. Bei der Menge
Haare braucht das immer seine Zeit, aber es soll ja hinterher alles sauber
glatt sein. Nach über einer Stunde ist es dann geschafft und der gesamte
Bereich zwischen Beinen und Bauch ist glatt, allerdings auch etwas gerötet.
Die kühlende Creme muss aber noch etwas warten bis die anderen Arbeiten
erledigt sind. Hatte der Kleine bisher nur hin und wieder sein Gesicht
verzogen bin ich nun gespannt wenn der große Schmerz kommt. Mit einem Skalpell
schneide ich ringsum den Hodensack ab. Es gibt mittlerweile sehr gute
Hilfsmittel. An einem dünnen Stab schiebe ich eine Schlinge entlang des
rechten Samenstranges in den Körper. Ein kleiner Ruck und sie sitzt im Innern
fest. Das andere Ende des Kunststofffadens wird direkt an den Hoden befestigt.
Jetzt wird es wieder etwas schmerzhaft wenn ich seine Keimdrüse in die
Bauchhöhle hochschiebe. Dabei muss ich langsam am Faden zeihen, der sich dabei
spannt und den Hoden daran hindert, wieder herauszurutschen. Hatte der Kleine
beim Aufschneiden der Sackhaut Rotz und Wasser geflennt überstand er das jetzt
recht gefasst. So nun auch den anderen Hoden in der Bauchhöhle fixieren, und
schon hätten wir den nächsten Schritt fertig. Jetzt geht es weiter mit dem
Messer. Zwischen seinen Beinen mache ich einen kleinen Querschnitt, pule ein
Stück seiner Harnröhre hervor, durchtrenne den Weg zu seinem Schwanz und nähe
das Ende zur Blase hin in die Haut ein. Vorsichtshalber, damit er auch während
der Heilung Wasser lassen kann, schiebe ich ihm einen Katheter rein und pumpe
den kleinen Ballon in seiner Blase auf. So bleibt jetzt noch der Penis. Er hat
ein Prachtexemplar und ich finde es eigentlich schade darum. Wie mochte sich
dieses Teil wohl anfühlen, wenn man es hinten hinein geschoben bekommt?
„Hast du schon mal gefickt?“ frage ich den Jungen. Dieser schüttelt den Kopf.
Noch Jungfrau, auf dieser Seite jedenfalls.
Mit einem neuen Skalpell schneide ich etwa 5 bis 6 Millimeter von der
Schwanzbasis entfernt durch die Haut. Dieses kleine Stück schiebe ich ganz
hinunter um den Penis möglichst bündig mit dem Bauch abzuschneiden. Auf eine
Harnröhre brauche ich keine Rücksicht mehr zu nehmen, also Ritsch Ratsch von
oben bis unten durch. Die Qualen müssen schrecklich sein, aber sein Schreien
ist gedämpft, da er fest auf sein Beißholz kaut.
Den abgeschnittenen Schwanz samt dem noch daran hängenden Hodensack schmeiße
ich in den Abfall. Der kleine Hautüberstand, den ich gelassen habe, reicht
wunderbar aus, um die Wunde zu schließen und zu vernähen. Dort wo das alte
Harnröhrenstück herauskommt lasse ich ein kleines Loch. Ich werd ihm dort
einen Prince’es Wand reinstecken, mit einem kleinen grünglitzernden Edelstein.
Ich denke so ein Pissröhrenstecker steht im sicher gut und weil er doch so
tapfer war. Das Ding schenk ich ihm, hab mich schon lange nicht mehr so
amüsiert bei der Arbeit. Von mir aus kann er mich in seiner Klasse
weiterempfehlen.
Auf den Operationsbereich schmiere ich eine antiseptische Creme, den rötlich
leuchtenden Schambereich gönne ich etwas Kühlgel, dann einen Spezialslip mit
auswechselbarer Gazeeinlage über seine Beine gezogen und schon ist er fertig.
Ich drück ihm eine Packung Schmerzmittel und ein paar Antibiotika in die Hand
und bestell ihn für übermorgen zur Kontrolle. Natürlich gebe ich ihm auch ein
paar Visitenkarten mit. Hoffentlich kommen da noch mehr Jungs die mir einen
gefälschten Ausweis zeigen. Ich liebe nämlich Buben in diesem Alter, und
besonders wenn ich ihnen die Hoden in der Bauchhöhle fixieren und alles
überstehende abschneiden kann.
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Castration Teamwork | NULLIFICATION | The pussywhipping of a married man might not be so uncommon, but when a mother and her teenage daughter team up against the girl's father and brother, a simple pussywhipping can quickly turn into a double-castration if the determination is there. | Castration Teamwork
by Zangs101
It can be so beautiful when a mother and daughter work
together on a common goal.....
Sherry pulled her car into the driveway with a sigh that her daughter Lisa,
whom Sherry had just picked up from a girlfriend's house, noticed right away.
"I'm not all that thrilled to be home myself" said fourteen year old Lisa a
she gave her mom a meaningful look - one much stronger than Sherry would have
ever expected from either of her children.
Sherry parked the car, turned the key off, sat back and just looked at Lisa
for a moment. Finally she spoke.
"Why should I be so surprised to find out that you can't miss the obvious?"
Lisa's mother asked her, smiling a little bit.
Lisa grinned back. "I hate to tell you this, Mom, but to me it seems as if you
and Dad spend _all_ your time bickering and bitching at each other."
This news, while it should _not_ have been a surprise to Sherry, still rocked
her a little. It truly caught her up short. Without paying any attention to
the fact that she had been doing so, Sherry and her husband Roy had been
arguing almost continuously lately, and right in front of their two kids.
Lisa, the fourteen year old, and her brother Rick, just turned sixtenn.
Before this, before having her daughter suddenly point out that all she hears
is that nonstop hollering, Sherry had just sort of fallen into the habit of
it. For it was actually mostly her who did the bitching. And maybe _that_ part
of it was just as well if Lisa was noticing it so much, which she'd have to be
asleep to miss. That it was her _mom_ who got the best of these little
household battles.
Now _that's_ interesting, thought Sherry as she and Lisa sill sat in the car
out in the driveway of their house. Lisa tells me how constant the bitching is
around here and the first thing I think of is how happy I am to be showing my
daughter that, at least in her house, it's the _woman_ who rules. If any girl
of _hers_ was going to see parents going at it verbally, at least Sherry could
see to it that she got the _correct_ idea.
And just like that - out of nowhere in particular - Sherry felt a quick rush
of sexual arousal upon becoming real aware just now that she _did,_ in fact,
wear the _pants_ in her house.
Just sitting there in the car with Lisa, for the two of them were still making
a little idle chat before going back into the battle-zone, it began to get
Sherry good and _hot!_ The idea of _wearing the pants_ had, in only seconds,
become unbelievably _exciting to Sherry,_ and while Lisa was talking about how
her brother noticed all that verbal shit going on too, her mom was sitting
there listening to her with a pair of very erect nipples. Sherry's bra and
sweater kept this invisible, but she couldn't get over how _eager_ she now was
to get in that house and _really give it_ to Roy. What about? That didn't
matter, for she'd _find_ something.
As mother and daughter left the car and went into the house, mom was, for the
first time ever, looking _forward_ to getting after her husband - _just_ for
the _pure_ sake of giving Lisa another "lesson" in _pussywhipping!_ Coming
into the kitchen through the back door and setting her bag down on the table,
Sherry now was getting all hot about how the term "pussywhipping" now seemed
to apply so _well_ to her marriage. She had _honest to goodness_ never even
_thought_ about it until Lisa's remark in the car. That she was really turning
into a total _bitch!_ When this occured to her, Sherry had to suppress a grin.
The idea really pleased her, whether she liked it or not. Fortunately, she
_did_ like it.
What also pleased Sherry was that Rick had to be affected at least _somewhat_
by seeing his mom browbeat his dad all the time. Was it even possible that her
son was still young enough at sixteen to "take a lesson" from what he saw at
home? Sherry had absolutely no idea about that, but it couldn't hurt to have
Rick see his mother making a total doormat of his father. And even as Sherry
walked into the living room and started giving it to her husband about the
first thing she could think of, a brief fantasy played out in her mind about
the way she treated Roy turning Lisa into some bitch-goddess eventually, while
at the same time leaving poor Ricky-boy a small-dicked, tiny-balled little
_wimp_ who got totally _walked on_ by a series of aggressive females when he
really got out there into the dating and nightclub scene.
"You must watch six hours of fucking television a day!" Sherry barked at Roy
while their daughter sort of hung around in the kitchen, which was the next
room over. Her mother noticed that Lisa was out there, so when Roy delighted
her by daring to try answering back the way he tried now and then, Sherry
interrupted him and told him that _she_ was talking! She also hoped that Lisa
was paying attention, which she almost had to be doing. It felt so incredibly
_arousing,_ just to be _aware_ of her young daughter's nearby presence while
she was putting her husband in his place again. A teen girl was hearing the
woman tell the man off, over and over, day after day. How cool was _that?_
With this in mind, that their daughter was just in the kitchen, mere feet
away, Sherry did an extra thorough job of "picking on her husband", which she
enjoyed doing anyway. Even the salary he earned at work got dragged into it as
she mocked his inability to get a decent raise. Hey, if a woman was going to
bitch at her husband, she may as well work those _wages_ of his into the
"discussion" while she was at it! And Sherry loved how getting on Roy about
the money he "should be earning" made him look so much more like a little
twerp. Are you listening out there, Lisa?
She was, and she was loving every second of what she thought of as her mom
"making mush of Dad". In a way Lisa actually felt a bit sorry for her father,
but even this was in a neat sort of patronizing way. Poor baby! Is Mommy
hollering at the little boy? It was that kind of thing, but Lisa really got
off thinking such thoughts about her total wimp of a dad. He was just asking
for it by taking it in the first place as far as his daughter was concerned,
and since he _was_ asking __ for it, she felt that she should enjoy it herself
as much as she can. So yes, Lisa hung around out in the kitchen and totally
got off on hearing her little wimp of a dad "getting it" yet again. By the
time her mother was finished with him, Lisa was all turned on sexually, which
was happening to her more and more frequently when she listened to Mom taking
care of Dad.
Sherry had to cut her bitching session short tonight, for she needed quite
badly to get into the safety of the shower, the easiest place for a wife and
mom to masturbate. And Sherry had some serious getting off to do, too. It had
been all of fifteen minutes since they were still in the car and Lisa first
mentioned how often her mom and dad 'argued', and in that short span of time,
her mom was now good and horny, and for the first time it was _all_ because of
the total _pussywhipping_ environment in their house.
Up there in the shower, Sherry discovered something else - that a woman can
make herself extremely excited during masturbation by thinking about things
like women everywhere just turning into total _ballbreakers._ Mass bitchiness.
Total rule by women. No more of that _male_ bullshit!
They could start teaching girls about that in first grade! thought Sherry
after getting into the shower and warming herself up on her new, very sexy and
oh so very _naughty_ ideas. Girls being taught right from grade one to be
assertive little cunts when it came to boys. They could be taught that boys
were of a much lower status than girls and that at all times boys had to obey
girls. No matter how _old_ the boy was! No matter _who_ he was.
_Yes!_ Sherry was thinking as her fingers massaged her vulva feverishly in
rapid circular motions. Even the _fathers_ would have to obey little girls!
Their _daughters,_ their _nieces,_ even some cute little thing from up the
block. Start the girls off _early_ and you'd have _elementary schools_ all set
to pour the nastiest little bra-wearers into junior high as the girls grew
into powerful and dominant bitches whose first concern was women's rights, and
whose _last_ concern was _men!_ Except for the complete compliance on their
part with _anything_ that _any_ female demanded.
The expression "total castration" crossed Sherry's mind just about then, and
that was when she came, and came _good,_ her mind filled with the lovely
vision of a school whose female students had all the privileges while the male
students had no rights of any kind and were subject to virtually any
accusation that a girl felt like making. Oh, the wonderful _punishments_ that
would always be going on! Spankings! Whippings! Groin-kickings! _Yes!,_
thought Sherry as her orgasm swept through her. Ohhh, _yeesss!_
While Sherry was in the bathroom, just off the master bedroom taking her
shower, Lisa was on the phone in her room and Roy was doing the dishes like
his wife had ordered him to before she came upstairs.
And their son Rick, who was also upstairs, was "being naughty" again. He had
lately developed a liking for "being naughty" so he could pretend that he
"needed to be punished" like he always heard his mom doing to his dad. This
was how Rick saw that constant bitching at his poor excuse of a father by his
mom - as his dad requiring "punishment". For being the guy.
That was the only reason Rick could come up with for his mom to always be
yelling at his dad - because Dad was the guy and Mom was the woman.
Hell, she wasn't merely a _woman!_ Not at all! Her son secretly considered his
mother a real _babe!_ And even when Rick put on a pair of her panties from
time to time, he always did it out of the very strong but totally private
respect he had for bitchiness in women.
Rick _loved_ seeing it! He was just getting to be old enough for a driver's
license and already he harbored this fantasy of marrying some real hot number
like his mom and having her turn out to be this absolute _cunt!_.
Anyway, while his dad and sister were occupied and his mom was in the shower,
Rick slipped into his parent's bedroom and aproached the closed door of their
bathroom. As he stood almost right at the door, listening to the splash of
running water from within, Rick pulled his pants down and began playing with
his weenie. Never knowing that at that very moment his mom was masturbating as
she showered.
He didn't remain there long, for Lisa could easily come out of her room fairly
quick, although Rick did pay close attention to make sure she was still
talking on the telephone.
He went back to his room, where he finished masturbating, his sister chatting
away on the phone just across the hallway, completely oblivious to what he was
doing and not really caring anyway.
And that was that. Nothing real fancy or involved. Rick simply enjoyed doing
little things like going and standing outside his parent's bathroom while his
naked mom was in the shower. Things for which he really _should_ have been
punished. It was _fun_ to do that. Make himself _deserve_ to be punished. That
way Rick could enjoy thoughts about _being_ punished all the more. By making
sure he'd done a naughty thing.
Wearing his mother's underwear - or Lisa's, for that matter - was another
naughty thing that Rick liked to do. Panties, bras, pantyhose, skirts, blouses
- he got around to it all at one time or another.
But the fact was, Rick didn't even especially want to be a "naughty" boy or
any _other_ kind of boy. He wanted to be a _girl!_ He was old enough to wonder
if the way his mom and dad were had caused him to feel this way, and while he
didn't know the answer to this question, he did know with all certainty that
his castration "fantasies" were much more than fantasies. They were his
greatest wish.
To have it all _cut off_ so he could be set free of that so-called
_masculinity_ that Rick dreaded the very thoughtof. Not long ago, as he was
kind of looking through Lisa's underwear drawer one afternoon when nobody else
was home, he suddenly grew extremely _jealous_ of his younger sister. For just
_everything!_ Being a girl! Getting to wear all that pretty underwear. Being
able to have the unspeakable _privilege_ of wearing a _bra!_ Being the one who
could make "accusations" rather than the one who lived in fear of them. Not
having a _cock_ or _balls_ to feel all wrapped up in as far as size and so on,
but being the one who could joke with friends about "how big" or "how small"
some guy's "thing" might be so all the girls could share a good laugh at "his"
expense because "he" was the one stuck with the funny-looking genitals.
Ha-ha, te-hee! Aren't boys a _riot?_
Oh yes, thought Rick very often these days. They sure _are!_ Guys are a
fucking j _oke!_ And again he would silently wish that he'd been born the
"right" sex. He even masturbated quite a bit while getting off on his own
_jealousy_ and on the extreme case of _pussy-envy_ that he had.
It wasn't mere noticing on Lisa's part where her parent's actions were
concerned. She was digging things a whole lot around that house, not that she
thought her mom should ever find out! But she _liked_ it so _much_ that her
father was such a _wimp!_
In the school library over the past year or so, Lisa had been looking for as
much material as she could find on rape and sexual assault, sexual harassment
and all the other things that men did to women. After watching a program on a
cable channel one night up in her bedroom that had been all about that sort of
thing, she had just become interested in reading more about it. Later on she
started reading about more detailed things. The need of the woman's consent
for sex - and about how incredibly _illegal_ a girl had the power to make
_any_ sexual situation. When Lisa really began to absorb all these ideas that
day in the library at school, she found herself real turned on after a while.
The sheer _authority_ that chicks possessed, and _especially_ when it came to
_sex! Sex!_ The thing guys thought about so much and also the biggest thing
that a girl or woman could drag the police into. This fact totally
_fascinated_ her.
When Lisa was sitting there in the library during study hall and reading about
all that exciting stuff, she gulped silently a few times, her nipples grew
erect over a lot of it, and she wound up with a cotton crotch in her undies
that was fairly wet.
While Lisa wasn't aware of it, she was beginning to think exactly like her
mother as she developed her own liking for the whole castration way of
thinking. And just like with her brother Rick, it would be hard to say if any
or all of it could be blamed on the way her mother ruled their house and made
a real mouse of her dad. But in any case, Lisa was indeed one fourteen year
old ninth grade girl who was departing on this ongoing fantasy power-trip
about the entire girl versus guy thing. And in _her_ mind it was completely
unacceptable for any mere _male_ to come out on top of _any_ situation. The
mere _thought_ of such a thing offended her very femininity.
Lisa _liked_ the idea of guys being wimps. Just like her father was. It had
started slowly and gradually as she began reading all that stuff at school,
but it had sure taken hold fast. She was finding it very much to her liking to
think of guys as nice, meek wimps, with chicks being the commanding barkers of
orders - just like her mother.
It was near this time when Lisa first masturbated at the top of the stairs at
home while eavesdropping on her mom taking her dad in hand once again over
some bullshit or other. Lisa's fingers tweaked and flicked her eager little
clit while she stood up there, pants down, panties down, fingers in her pussy
- her _jailbait_ and very _off-limits_ pussy - and realized that her mom was
hollering at her dad just for the sheer joy of it. This grew obvious once Lisa
started paying real close attention to them down there. The things her mom
brought up were often weak at best, but _wow,_ did she ever give it to Dad
anyway.
Some little spill somewhere. A cover left off of a jar. A light left on. It
didn't even matter, for it was always something, and both Lisa and her _cunt_
were awash with this huge sexual thrill about it as she played with herself
and listened to her poor father whining an apology. And Mom _always_ seemed to
get around to the less than impressive money Dad made, too, and Lisa just
loved it when her mom got started on that. It never had anything to do with
what she had been bitching about originally, but even their daughter could see
how _nicely_ it fit right in when a woman was pussywhipping her husband. Bring
his earnings up and give him a good beating up about _that_ right away. To
Lisa, this made perfect sense.
Cur his _balls_ off, Mom! That was what Lisa ended up thinking as she stood at
the top of that stairway whule the tongue-lashing continued downstairs and
while her hips rocked away to her young, teenage orgasm. A very _special_
orgasm, too, for it was one brought on by the simple and delightful thought of
how men were so _weak_ and _helpless_ compared to women. To Lisa, this whole
thought was positively _delightful!_
On his way to work, as he did most days lately, Roy was busy thinking his
marital situation over as he drove. Things were really heating up around his
house, although he knew real well that calling it "his house" was nothing but
a figure of speech now. It was _Sherry's_ house. She knew it and he knew it.
Probably the _kids_ even knew it, thought Roy as his penis began growing hard
over the thought of this. The other night, after his wife and daughter came
into the house and Sherry started in on him almost right away, no one had been
more aware of Lisa being right out in the kitchen during her mother's little
tirade than Roy himself was. And he'd gotten so _hot_ thinking about Lisa
_hearing_ him getting it like that and being too much of a fucking _coward_ to
dare say much of anything. By the time Sherry was finished with him and told
him to get out in the kitchen and do the dishes, Roy had such a _hard-on_ from
having "gotten it" with his fourteen year old girl acting as an audience.
He was going to leave work early today. He wanted some time alone in the
house. He _needed_ it. For Roy had found a really cool site on the internet,
full of the most _nut-crushing_ stories! While doing some regular work on the
net a few weeks back, he had done a couple of searches using expressions like
"kick in the balls" and "castrate" - just for a bit of horny fun. And there
this site was. A whole fucking _archive_ of _stories_ that were all either
very much like life in his own house or like he often _wished_ it was.
Stories about the most domineering women and girls, and of course very
submissive boys or men. Roy could hardly stop going back to that site to read
more about men being kicked in the nuts by angry wives, little boys being
"taught early" that they're nothing but weaklings compared to girls as they
find out what a good knee in the groin feels like right on some school
playground. For Roy, it was this _utopia_ that he liked escaping to in order
to pretend that the world was getting to be just like it was in that beautiful
story collection.
And after last night's bitch session, Roy needed another "fix". He needed some
good, quality time to indulge himself on that wicked website. While no one
else was home. So today was going to be a halfday of work for him, although
Sherry mustn't find out about it. She was always more than explicit about her
"rules", and one of these was that Roy was not supposed to take any time off
of work unless _she_ approved it. And when she did okay it, the reason was
inevitably so she could have hm busy with some major task that needed doing.
He could take a day off if it did _her_ some good.
The one thing Roy really liked about the website he'd discovered was how the
stories were so incredibly _similar_ to his own situation, at _least_ in
theory. Sherry was a real ballbreaker all right - she simply hadn't as yet
gotten around to actually giving her husband the actual knee in the nuts that
he sometimes craved these days. The previous night was a good example of this.
While Roy took that verbal abuse from Sherry and kept thinking about how their
daughter was right in the next room, he found himself actually _hoping_ that
his wife might be angry enough this time to drive her knee right into his
groin. With _Lisa_ hearing it all happen. The extra humiliation of _that_
would make a good kick in the balls well worth it, or so Roy thought.
In fact, he was thinking as he pulled into the parking lot of the company
where he worked, there was definitely something real _appropriate_ about the
idea of a teenage girl being on hand when her father got it right in the balls
from his wife. Once again, as Roy walked from his car into work, he was trying
to will an erection away, at least for the time being.
"So what's new around home?" Rachel was asking Sherry during lunch at work.
Rachel was the one whom Sherry hung out most with around the company, and they
also socialized outside of work. Rachel was Sherry's secret heroine. The
ultimate liberated woman. Married once but no more, leaving behind an
unappreciative guy who had learned a hard lesson in who was who in divorce
settlements, and then kicking the entire male sex right in its groin by
"becoming a lesbian" - assuming one really could "become" one. Rachel - and
Sherry even thought this name itself sounded nice and _cunty,_ though she
meant it in a complimentary way - had taken her ex-husband for everything she
could get when she left him. While some of the women they both knew acted
rather shocked about this, Sherry herself admired the way that Rachel hadn't
been at all timid about getting herself a total bitch of a female attorney and
stripping the guy she was dumping of every last dollar she'd been able to. And
that, Rachel confided to Sherry, ended her having anything further to do with
men.
"I don't know who was more eager to get that fat monthly support deal, me or
my lawyer!" Rachel joked with Sherry after her divorce. She even claimed that
her attorney had told her that she'd gone into divorce law for the specific
purpose of helping women "screw men as badly as they could". Sherry, rather
than acting shocked like those other women, thought that this sounded like a
good lawyer to know of, and she had written her name down and kept it. Just in
case.
It wasn't such a big deal anyway, was it? For a married woman to write down
the name of a good divorce attorney "just in case"? Sherry sure didn't think
so. She thought it was being smart. Not only that, but in the past few months,
as she had become much more aggressive with Roy and seen him completely roll
over and take it, Sherry wasn't all that sure that she'd want to "hang on to
him" forever. At any rate, she had that lawyer's name from Rachel, who after
giving it to her, naturally kept after her good-naturedly about going in for a
consultation.
"I didn't mean I was ready to start anything like that" Sherry would tell her,
and Rachel would smile, nod and say she knew this. That she was only
"kidding". Even though Sherry didn't believe her. Rachel _wanted_ to see
Sherry "dump that useless pipsqueak", as she referred to Roy, and while she
didn't dwell on it, she still had a way of making it clear.
"Nothing's new around home" Sherry said in reply to Rachels' inquiry. "Same
old shit. Same old husband. Same old pussywhipping."
Sherry hadn't talked like this before, but just lately she felt the urge to do
so when she was with Rachel, who was the only friend of hers who really knew
just how much she ruled in her house. The families didn't know, for Sherry
didn't want her and Roy to be the topic of every gossip session, which was a
big thing in her family. Talking about whoever wasn't there at the time, and
if her holier than thou sisters knew that Sherry was _that_ kind of woman -
one who "wore the pants" - they would talk themselves blue in the face about
it, and Sherry would simply rather avoid that, at least for as long as she
could.
"Hey, speaking of pussywhipping" said Rachel, lowering her voice as she
glanced around the company cafeteria where she and Sherry were eating; "Why
don't you come with me to the next workshop? You've never come along yet but I
_swear,_ Sherry, it's the kind of thing a woman like you could really
appreciate."
Ah yes, Rachel and her women's lib involvement. Every so often this group she
belonged to held what they called a "consciousness-raising workshop". It was
like an open house that any female was welcome to attend to kind of get a
preliminary lesson or two in assertiveness training and so on. Rachel's
women's group also used these workshops to try getting new women interested in
joining. And just now - after having had that little talk with her daughter in
the car a few nights ago and becoming so aware of her presence in such a
female-run house - the thought of finally going with Rachel and checking this
women's group out sounded like kind of a good idea.
"Maybe I will" she told Rachel, who knew that this meant yes, and she was
delighted. Rachel had talked more than a few women into going to one of these
"workshops" in the past - and had been thrilled to actually see a few of those
women end up leaving their husbands and coming out as lesbians, which to
Rachel was the ultimate female statement. Lesbianism _after_ having been a
married woman! She totally loved it when that happened, and was very curious
to see what the effect on Sherry might be if she began attending meetings of a
"women's organization". It could all come to absolutely nothing, and Rachel
knew this, but unless she got Sherry to go with her a time or two, she'd never
know.
That was the only interesting event of that particular workday for Sherry -
having made plans with Rachel to go to a consciousness-raising workshop with
her at long last. On the drive home that afternoon Sherry did have to admit
that she felt rather turned on about the idea of going to something that her
bitchy, lesbian friend was into. In a way it was even more exciting - or at
least exciting in a much different way - to think about than it was to
occasionally stop over at Rachel's and make love with her while Roy the wimp
waited at home.
While in the kitchen getting supper ready that evening, Sherry got this sudden
urge to take advantage of her daughter being right there to start telling her
about how her friend Rachel was taking her to that consciousness-raising thing
on the upcoming Monday night. Maybe she wanted to do this because poor Roy was
also standing there, being totally ignored while his wife and daughter
discussed Rachel and her feminist activities.
"That sounds kinda _cool!"_ Lisa said after hearing a little bit about how the
workshop was supposed to get women "thinking about who they really are and
what they really want as women" and so on. "Do they let girls go too?"
Sherry had only meant to bring it up in order to push Roy's buttons a litttle
bit. Having Lisa seem so interested right away was completely unexpected,
although it pleased her mom quite a bit to see this.
"I reall don't know, honey" she replied. "I can call her and ask if you want
me to."
_"Would you?_ That'd be _neat!"_ said Lisa, who was getting her own little
charge out of having this conversation right in front of her wimpy father. And
if that meeting allowed girls, and if her mom's friend Rachel was willing,
Lisa already had every intention of going along on Monday night.
And Roy was _indeed_ getting the earful that his wife wanted him to. He did
his best to act as nonchalant as he could - which any guy naturally would do
in his shoes - but the moment Sherry began talking about Rachel and that
"consciousness-raising workshop" thing, his nuts tightened up immediately. Any
mention of that bitch friend of Sherry's usually made this happen, but now she
was involving their _daughter_ in it, at least a little bit, and to Roy, this
felt _so_ much like a figurative kick in the balls as he was forced to stand
there, helping with supper and hearing Sherry talk to Lisa about it as if she
was another adult female.
Roy didn't know his wife's friend Rachel very well and had only seen her a
couple of times when she stopped by to pick Sherry up. What he did know about
her was that she was divorced - and had supposedly done a real job on her ex
from the little that Roy was able to gather - and that she looked at him like
he was carved of moudy cheese whenever she came by. Without knowing for sure,
Roy had this Rachel pegged as a manhating cunt. It seemed to be right there on
her face when he saw her. And it would be _so much_ like Sherry to be running
around with a friend like that.
He had come home from work over the noon hour today, and after a nice quick
shower, he was seated at the computer down in their little basement home
office, wearing nothing but a pair of Lisa's panties as he went back to his
favorite story site. The whole experience had been so wonderfully exciting.
Being in the house on a weekday while the kids were in school and his wife was
at work - and when he himself wasn't "supposed" to be home at all. It had been
a real thrill just to step into Lisa's bedroom and open her dresser drawers
while she was in the middle of her school day, never dreaming, Roy was sure,
that while she was tending to another day of class, her dad was going through
her underwear and picking a pair of panties out to put on while he read those
_nasty_ stories. Father of the year he wasn't, that much was for sure!
And _then,_ to _really_ make things exciting, he had left all of his own
clothing upstairs and was down in the basement with only his daughter's pink
nylon undies on. Escape totally cut off in the event that somebody came home.
He would have been trapped in his own basement in the middle of the day with
no clothes to put on. This by itself had Roy's erect penis stretching his
daughter's underwear quite a bit as it got unbelievably hard - either over his
being such a bad boy or because of the rare honor of being in Lisa's panties -
or perhaps for both reasons..
No guy who had a daughter could ever appreciate how _erotic_ it felt to wear
her underwear unless he did it. Thinking about it wasn't enough. He had to put
them _on!_ But for Roy, the biggest effect of doing a thing like this had on
him was to make him feel as though he should be kissing Lisa's rear end as
much as he did her mother's. Lisa's _panties_ almost seemed to be _draining_
what little parental authority he might still feel over her. Sucking it right
down into that _cute_ little cotton-lined crotch that absorbed her lovely
potty drops - and whatever other juices his little princess might occasionally
leak - when she wore them.
Roy even found a nice story to fit right in with the fact that he had his
daughter's underwear on - a tale all about these girls in high school making a
challenge to one another where each of them had to kick an adult man in the
balls. All they talked about was how helpless the guy would be to do anything
about it since they could come right back with some reason for doing it that
would make things worse for the man. It was a real pretty story about how
invincible girls could be when they chose to be, and it had Roy jerking off
well before he was half done reading it. As he read it he kept on looking down
at the bulge made by his balls in those pink panties, and how that fabric
wrapped around them made them look as if they _deserved_ to have Lisa's knee
rammed right into them. And that was exactly what Roy thought about as he
ejaculated there at the computer desk in the basement - his daughter coming
home, catching him wearing her underwear, and kicking him right in the rocks!
At the moment he was actually coming, Roy _wanted_ this so _badly!_ To have
the privilege of his little _princess -_ his beautiful _underage_ princess -
giving him a good knee right in the groin. If justice were truly served in
_his_ house, that was precisely what he'd get from Lisa. And one thing Roy
knew for sure was that, if such a thing actually did happen, Lisa wouldn't be
in the least danger of him telling anybody.
First of all, who would he tell? Sherry? Hardly, for she'd immediately ask him
what he did to make Lisa do that, which would almost certainly be _anyone's_
reaction upon hearing that a fourteen year old girl kicked her dad in the
balls. The utter _helplessness_ that he'd be saddled with was so exciting that
Roy could hardly stand it.
But it also made his playing hooky from work pay off big time in a very
educational way. Because from that day on, Roy would no longer have the nerve
to even _try_ telling his daughter what to do. He _couldn't!_ The very _idea_
of it now seemed so completely _wrong!_ His eyes had been opened, and opened
good to what frightening _clout_ an underage girl has in any home where an
adult male lives. In fact, after the wild story-reading and masturbation
session that afternoon in Lisa's panties, Roy could actually see how
incredibly _stupid_ any guy was who risked the anger of his daughters in any
way at all. _These days?_ Hell, it was playing with _fire_ in today's world,
with all the harassment and improper touching issues that had become so
fucking prominent in the news, for an adult male to open his big mouth to a
girl of _any_ age at the wrong moment. Talk about _castration!_ It was going
on, ever so slowly, all _over_ the place.
Castration? How about when a guy's teenage daughter can make his so-called
"authority" seem like a sad joke comapared to the trouble she could make for
him with a simple "claim"? People still didn't even see that there were
_hundreds_ of ways to castrate men, and that _girls_ had all the weapons
necessary to do it.
This made it seem much more understandable to Roy that he liked thinking about
Sherry just getting down to business someday and cutting his balls right off
and being done with it. It was a ball-cutting world out there now, and the new
rules about what was proper and what wasn't were handing girls who weren't
even old enough to wear _bras_ yet some very potentially sharp blades to use
on men if the right - or wrong - opportunity presented itself!
Those old sayings about a guy "really having balls" were meaningless today and
Roy knew it. "Having balls" had somehow and quite unexpectedly become the
biggest fucking _liability_ that he, for one, could imagine. Those who "had
balls" were the ones who now were open to almost any sort of accusation, and
the power now was held by those who had the soft creases between their legs.
The power to say "no" to sex, and the power to _accuse_ if they felt it
appropriate. Sherry liked saying "no" in bed lately, which provided a good
example by itself. Once she - or any woman - uttered that two-letter word, Roy
- or any other guy - could be open to _felony_ charges without even leaving
his _bedroom_ , and he was now so aware of this that it was scary. And any guy
who was stupid enough to miss this rather obvious fact - that females held all
the cards, no matter how young they were - would end up getting exactly what
he deserved as far as Roy was concerned.
Balls, and cocks as well, had turned into topics of amusement for women and
girls, as well as symbols of weakness. Balls could be _kicked._ A guy could be
all but disabled by one blow of a well-aimed knee or leg. But Roy, instead of
allowing any of this to bother him, intended to enjoy it by _accepting_ it
like the good little wimp he so wanted to be.
He'd be a wimp for Sherry and also for Lisa. And if people thought that this
was setting a poor example for his son, Roy's own take on it was that Rick was
far better off learning subservience and obedience in the world he was growing
up in. Way in the back of Roy's mind was one other thought about this, and it
naturally was one which he had to approach very carefully, for it was one of
the biggest taboos there could be. He kind of wanted his only son to grow up
to be as much of a little wimp as he himself was. No dad could ever admit
this, but if Rick's father had the choice between his son being on the school
basketball team like a typical teenager or spending his free time wearing his
sister's pantyhose, the kid would never need any sporting goods.
Roy hadn't wasted this afternoon off from work at all. He not only enjoyed a
terrific masturbation opportunity, but had also done a lot of thinking
afterwards. He was being made a wimp of by his wife, but now he saw this as a
good thing for both of their children to witness. Lisa _and_ Rick could learn
how the world worked these days. Their father could do right by them and let
them see who ruled. His greatest wish was that these lessons could eventually
be concluded with both Lisa and Rick watching as their mother sliced their
father's testicles off.
All that had happened today, and now Roy's wife had hardly been home for an
hour and was already getting his nuts all tight by talking to Lisa about that
Rachel bitch and her _meetings._ While he went on doing his part to get supper
ready, Roy pretended that he wasn't enjoying every second of what Sherry and
Lisa would never know was such a _nut-cutting_ sounding conversation. Women's
groups. Consciousness-raising. Sexual harassment awareness classes. Rape
statistics.
Oh _sure_ , for a guy like Roy, a thing like that would be _perfect_ for his
daughter. Take her to _that,_ Sherry! Let her come home and walk around here
feeling like the untouchable, invincible female that her dad already knows she
is. Make sure _she_ can enjoy being such a powerful and off-limits little
thing.
When Sherry began telling her daughter that Rachel's group also sponsored a
self-defense class for women, he finally hd to excuse himself from the room,
slip upstairs to his and Sherry's bathroom, and jerk off for the second time
that day.
_Self-defense classes!_ Naturally, the very first thing Roy thought of was
the groin-kick, and he went right on thinking about it until semen was
spurting from his penis, all over the bathroom sink. That gave him the excuse
to think about what pigs men and their cocks could be. Making such a mess
together. Well, it was one more reason for guys to deserve a nice ball-
kicking, if not a totaly ball- _cutting._ Roy hoped to experience both, and he
didn't want it to be a long time from now either.
No only was Lisa more than welcome to attend anything put on by Rachels'
women's group, but she took to it all right away and, along with her mom,
became a regular member who went every single week after that first Monday
night session on "consciousness-raising". It would be up to each individual
woman to decide what she got out of a thing like the first session Lisa and
Sherry went to with Rachel, but for this mother and daughter, it made them
want to be aggressive and demanding females who tolerated no nonsense from the
male sex of any kind. It helped, of course, that Sherry was close to being
this way as it was, and it was also made easier by the fact that Lisa was,
although young, no stranger to the basic concept of the demanding woman.
"This isn't even a _radical_ idea" said one of the women who talked at the
consciousness-raising workshop. "It's merely something which is not only long
overdue, but also necessary if women are _ever_ to stop themselves from being
victimized by men."
On and on she had gone, with every mention of men or males including words
like 'victimize', 'rape', 'sexual assualt' or 'harassment'. The portrait
painted of men at that meeting was completely negative, and even unfair at
times, but unfortunately it was men themselves who had caused such attitudes
in women to begin with, and neither Sherry nor her daughter found anything at
all wrong with the idea of women standing up and being strong.
In fact, while they didn't know that it was happening to each other, both Lisa
and her mom got rather turned on several times as they listened to these women
speakers verbally trash men. Just _being_ at such a thing felt so excitingly
_liberating,_ and the sexual arousal felt by Sherry and Lisa was very much due
to the excitement of just _daring_ to be sitting at some male-bashing meeting
- which, in the end, was really all it was. An excuse for some bitch group to
bash the living fuck out of the male sex and leave anyone with a penis and
testicles sounding like what they really needed was to be castrated.
And that was what Lisa, her mother, and her mother's friend Rachel talked
about after the meeting when they stopped by Rachel's place. Sherry had her
daughter along, so she and Rachel couldn't go to bed this time, which was
interesting because, after attending that ball-crushing thing, Sherry probably
wanted to get it on with a woman more now than she ever had before. Somehow it
just seemed to fit the whole bashing men mood. But while she and Rachel
couldn't have sex, the three of them did enjoy a rather naughty discussion
about how fascinating the idea of cutting men's balls off could be to women.
___
Lisa may have been only fourteen and in junior high yet, but Sherry knew this
girl was much more grown up than a lot of kids her age, and she wasn't going
to be a prude in front of her. Not when it was "just us girls" like this. So,
helped by a couple glasses of wine, Sherry confessed to finding the thought of
a woman cutting her own husband's balls off to be an extremely exciting one.
_
"I hope I'm not shocking you, honey" she told her daughter, laying a hand on
Lisa's arm. Lisa shook her head, smiling as she sipped a little wine herself.
"But you _are_ old enough to know about sexual fantasies and all that sort of
thing, and I'm not going to pretend that you're still a child. _Especially_
not tonight after where we've been."
Lisa felt so _cool_ about being "out with the women" and hearing her own
mother saying things that no girl ever expected to hear from a source like
that. Mom gets turned on thinking about wives castrating husbands. It was a
very heavy thing for a young girl to get her mind around, but the undeniable
_wickedness_ of such a idea was too arousing for her to not get a real thrill
out of. Right there at Rachel's condo, Lisa knew she'd be masturbating after
she went to bed that night - and that she'd be doing it while picturing Mom
doing some amateur surgery on Dad. The very thought was so totally
_unacceptable_ that it had Lisa close to coming right in her dainty little
undies. The cotton-lined crotch was busy "absorbing" tonight.
And since the conversation was going so well, and was also Lisa's first
experience with such an adult discussion with adult women, she grew a little
brave herself after what her mom had said.
"One time I was, like, listening from the top of the stairs while you were,
you know, giving Dad hell..." Lisa began, and then hesitated. _Should_ she
really be telling her mother _this?_ _
"Okay, yeah?" Sherry replied, giving her daughter a little push. "You were up
there listening, and what?"
_
"Yeah, go _on!"_ Rachel encouraged. "It's just us girls here. You can tell us
anything."
That did it for Lisa. The "just us girls" thing. She was really into how her
mom and this friend of hers had treated her like a total grownup all evening
long, so after being urged to continue, she went through with it.
"So _anyway"_ said Lisa with a nervous toss of her head, "I was, like, up
there listening to you holler at Dad and listening to him answering in this
real, like, _wimpy_ voice, you know?"
Both women smiled as they exchanged glances. They liked men to talk to women
in wimpy voices.
"So then what?" Rachel wanted to know.
"Well, nothing, except that.." Lisa shot a quick look at her mom, saw the
expectant grin on her face, and finally got it out. "I was kind of like,
telling you in my mind to..y'know, cut Dad's balls off."
Rachel broke into applause immediately. "You _go,_ girl!" she said as she
high-fived a very flustered Lisa, who couldn't believe that she'd actually
_told_ her mother about having been thinking something like that while her
father was being taken to task. And then this friend of her mom's practically
_congratulates_ her for having had such a thought! For a girl in junior high
school, it was a real event all right.
Sherry herself had to think it over for a few seconds. This _was_ a shocking
piece of news - but yet, in a way it _wasn't._ Not considering the fact that
Lisa was spending some very impressionable years witnessing a true to life
pussywhipping.
"Is that okay?" Lisa was asking. "I mean, are you, like, shocked at me or
anything?"
Sherry put an arm around her daughter and drew her close. "No, of course not.
How _could_ I be when I've been the one putting such ideas into your head."
She paused for a moment before going on. "And while we're talking about it,
I'm rather _proud_ of you for having the guts to think about a thing like
that. It shows that you're no girl for any guy to mess with, and I like that a
_lot!"_
One thing a mom could never do after a daughter reveals such a private thing
is do or say anything to cause her any discomfort over having shared the
information, for Sherry knew that the effect of that could be devastating to
Lisa. It could even cause her to never want to talk candidly again. So she did
nothing but talk up her daughter's daring and nerve, turning what was really
nothing but a harmless little fantasy anyhow into a thing Lisa could perhaps
even feel _good_ about. That she had been thinking about her father being
castrated by her mother didn't worry Sherry any, for she was beginning to
really like anything at _all_ that was about castration. And for a girl Lisa's
age to already be thinking about things like that was, in the mind of her
mother, nothing but a sign of a strong-willed woman growing up, and how could
that be a bad thing? So Lisa heard nothing but good responses from her mom and
Rachel after confessing to, of _all_ things, a fantasy about castration
involving her own parents. An invisible line had been crossed tonight. It was
now "okay" to be thinking about things that almost _nobody_ ever admitted to,
and certainly not to a parent.
Without planning on it and without expecting it, after that first night when
Lisa and her mom went to that women's meeting with Rachel, Lisa became "one of
the girls". Her mom even slowly ended discussing anything of an adult nature
with her husband and took these issues up with Lisa instead.
Were they all "proper" things for a woman to talk with her fourteen year old
about? Most people would yell "No" quite loudly, but Sherry's excuse for
handling things this way was a simple one - _she_ didn't give a damn _what_
"most people" would have said, especially since they wouldn't know about it
anyhow.
She began slowly at first to see how Lisa took to having her mom come to her
with things that no kid's mother did, but after quickly seeing that her
daughter liked this and could easily handle it, Sherry was soon hanging out in
her daughter's room in the evenings and talking with her about things like how
her father wanted sex too often, and even how he didn't especially satisfy her
mom anymore.
There were many reasons why Sherry wanted to tell Lisa things like this, but
one of the biggest ones was that it was another method of figurative "cutting
Roy's balls off". Telling their teenage daughter about his sexual performance
in bed, or more pointedly, the lack of it could hardly be described as much
else other than a good way of doing some verbal nut-cutting. Talking to her
about how much fun it was to get after her dad especially good sometimes to
deliberately "leave him impotent" later on in bed which, as Sherry explained
to Lisa, happened a lot now.
"If I've really bitched at him that day, a lot of times he can't get it up
after we go to bed" Sherry told Lisa in a quiet voice one night after supper
while Roy was cleaning up the supper dishes and Rick was out someplace. "Aw,
and it's _so cute_ to see how flustered and embarrassed a guy gets. They're
_so sensitive_ about their _weenies."_ Then Sherry gave Lisa a woman-to-woman
grin. "Of course it probably doesn't help a guy when his wife mocks him for
bringing such a wimpy looking little dick to bed, either." Mother and daughter
giggled away like a __ pair of little girls the moment the topic got around to
the tiny penis of Lisa's dad.
Mother-daughter discussions like this became very frequent as time went by.
Ever so gradually, the two male members of the household were being shut out
of a good many things around there. But that was okay because all they had
were cocks and balls - the symbols of weakness and lesser status. At least
this was how both Sherry and her daughter were soon agreeing.
The two of them grew very close as they continued attending meetings every
Monday night of a group that may have been considered "too adult" for a girl
Lisa's age, but again, her mom didn't care what anyone else would think. If
_Lisa_ wanted to go to male-bashing meetings once a week with her mother, no
one else had anything to say about it and Sherry, of course, was just
_thrilled_ to see her daughter taking an interest in ideas about strong women
and weak men.
So those little huddles up in Lisa's bedroom continued, sometimes to the point
where both Lisa and her mom could see jealousy on sixteen year old Rick's face
at all of the secrecy. But the women merely had more giggles over "poor Ricky-
boy" and his most likely "tiny cock". In fact, before very long at all, the
two females in that house spent a great deal of time off by themselves, making
fun of both Rick and his dad. For being male. For having penises. For having
testicles. Almost anything about these simple facts could send both Sherry and
Lisa right into hysterics as they poked fun at the two so-called men of the
house. Soon they were regularly trading ball-kicking jokes and comments all
the time, and then, castrating ones. It grew funnier and funnier until
eventually both of them came to realize the best part of their new close
relationship.
They weren't especially joking anymore. The talk and giggles about Sherry
kicking Lisa's father right in the balls or Lisa doing the same thing to her
brother turned into "I wonder how we should work it" types of discussions.
And again, without it ever having been planned on, Sherry and Lisa started to
seriously talk about when each of the guys should be "informed" that the
household would now be totally female-run.
_How_ Rick and his father would be "informed" of this was easy. That would be
taken care of with a good groin-kick. Lisa would do Rick and her mom would do
Roy. All that remained was to decide when this important event should take
place. And while Rick watched a football game with his dad one Sunday
afternoon, his mom and sister were again upstairs in Lisa's room, gabbing away
as Rick called it. But neither he nor his dad had any idea that the topic of
conversation up there was probably the last one that either of them could have
ever guessed, or _believed_ for that matter.
It was all about when the guys should be kicked in the balls. It was now a
definite plan that was going to happen. It _had_ to happen now. A number of
weeks of going to those bitch meetings had really set mother and daughter off
about the whole "guy thing" and they knew that, in the same of their own self-
respect as females, the two _penises_ of the house would need to be taught a
big lesson about how to treat women.
Up in Lisa's room, while Rick and his dad watched their football downstairs,
and as Sherry and Lisa were talking about their exciting plan to "inform" the
guys of the new all-female policy in the house, they already suspected
something without saying it.
That _kicking_ the guys in the balls would only be the beginning of things.
Both of them - Sherry _and_ her ninth grader - had further plans involving the
testicles around there. But they had to start it somehow, and using their
knees on the guys was the obvious place to begin.
* * * |
a Shemale | GAY, TESTICLES | I met a shemale long ago and went we did. | ` `
This story takes place in Pearl Harbor or near it really.
I had found a little restaurant that was run my Chinese that had just come
here from Hong Kong.
I had been in there for a few minutes. I had just ordered my dinner. And was
drinking the hot tea.
This beautiful young slim lady came into the restaurant. She wore a tight
straight dress that went to above her knees. She had long blond hair and was
wearing high heel shoes.
Her face was out of this world.
I stood and motioned with my hand for her to sit with me.
She walked over and I held her chair.
I said as I sit down. "I am Greg, do you want hot tea"
"Oh yes, I am Mary"
I picked up a tea cup and pointed to Mary. "A pretty name for a pretty lady."
She brought her tea and took her order.
We made small talk and then ate.
About the time dinner was over I saw a little round badge hanging from her
dress. I said ‘I am a boy’
"Why the sign I just saw it."
"Because I am"
"Oh, I see, . . . you still are beautiful." Why did it not bother me? I found
it exciting.
The lady brought the check. I paid for both and left a tip. I held her chair
as she got up.
"You are so nice" she confused "must people will get mad if they don’t see tag
right away"
"You are as pretty and nice as before I found out your little secret."
We walk hand in hand down the street. I put my arm around her and pulled her
close.
I then stopped and held her close face to face and kissed her. First closed
mouth then put my tongue in her mouth. And played with her ass. Her tongue
went into my mouth too. I was getting hard.
" You want to come up to my place"
"I would love to do that." I had trouble putting the next in words. "I have
never been with someone like you . . . I will need help making love with you."
She reached over and kissed me and put her hand between my leg. "Don’t worry
we will be ok"
We walked a little longer and came to a store. "What do you like to drink?"
We went in and I brought a fifth of Scotch. (They sold it that way then)
In the middle of the next block we went into her apartment house. We went to
the third floor. We stopped in front of 309. She opened her purse and takes
out a key and hands it to me. I unlock the door and let us inside. I lock the
door behind us and put on the chain. "Here is your key"
"How do you like your Scotch, is water ok?"
"Oh no, just put it in a glass, nothing else."
The apartment had a bedroom, bath, kitchen and living room. The living room
had a couch, two chairs, a coffee table and an end table, tv on stand, and
book shelve.
I sat down on the couch. She hands me my scotch and she has scotch and water
with ice.
We drink and talk a little.
Then I put down my drink and kiss her. She has put her drink down too. I hold
her tight to me.
I run my hand down her back. And she holds me. We kiss and kiss. Then I kiss
her neck and ears.
I pull her over so I can feel her ass and slap it softly. "Oh that feels
good." She is soft in my arms.
"ok I think later I will spank you harder"
"Oh I hope so"
I take a drink and remove my shoes. I hold her and kiss her and unzip the
dress. And rub her leg around the knees. She plays with my pants and then
takes off my top and tee shirt. She rubs my hair on my chest. She then gets
up. "I’ll get out of this dress and slip into something pretty and come a
right back."
"Ok. You want a smoke."
"That would be nice" I put two in my mouth and light then with my zippo.
"here, don’t take long"
I sit back and wonder what am I doing. I know she is a guy. But those tits are
real, her hair is real.
Oh what the hell, I think, doesn’t knock it if you have not tried it.
Out she comes with a bathrobe that she is closing and I can see she has a
pantie and bra on under it.
She sits down and I put out cigarette and take a drink.
We talk a little. Then we went back to kissing, and touching her. I put my
hands in her bathrobe and open it. I touch the outside of her bra. She is
opening my pants, so I take then off. While kissing on her I undo her bra and
take robe and bra off. Her tits are not large but a mouth full and pretty. I
have seen female with smaller ones. I kiss her there. And lightly bite them. I
lick her all around her tits. Then kiss her lips and ears, kiss down her
stomach. I get to the top of panties. I close my eyes and pull then down. I
touch her penis. And pull away.
"That is ok. Touch again"
I do and hold her penis. She has a hold of mine and is jacking it a little.
She kisses my lips and I start down to tits. Then go to her penis I kiss the
base of it, and stop. I sit back. She kisses my lips and work her way down.
She kisses my penis, first at the base and then along the top. She licks the
head of the penis and puts it in her mouth. And sucks the penis and oh how
good it feels.
I don’t cum but she kisses her way up to lips again.
Then in her sweet voice "you try it."
I kiss down to her tits and spend some time there. She pushes my head down.
She is rubbing her hands all over me. I kiss her belly button and run my
tongue all in it. I get to her penis again. I kiss along the top, then start
to lick it.
I kiss and lick the head of her penis. I run my tongue all around the base of
the head of the penis.
"Open wide and let it in"
I do and think want is this in my mouth? I suck on it. I like to do this, it
has a nice taste and I feel the power. She is making soft noises I can tell I
must be doing it right. Her hair down her is cut very short. I take the penis
out of my mouth. Then I lick the underside of it. Put her ball in my mouth and
suck it. I see she has only one ball. I lick back to head of the cox. I let it
go back into mouth and suck. Oh how I love this. I have been told it is wrong.
How could it be so good? I taste something coming out of her penis must be pre
cum.
"Keep going I’m about to cum"
I start to raise off her penis, not sure I want to eat the cum. But her hands
are on my head.
She comes a lot. Hey I like the taste. She fills my mouth in a rush. I eat it
all.
"Oh honey, Are you sure you have never done that before"
I am laying back on the couch and she is sucking on me. "Honest never have but
I think I will again"
This was the first time anyone had suck on me before. Then I came in her
mouth. Oh I love getting sucked off. "Honey I love this you are so good at it.
I thought I would blow your head off, and I have never come so long."
She got up and we kissed and then she got us another drink.
We drank our drinks in silence. I loved Mary. I held her next to me and played
with her tits and ass.
She played with my penis and then I played with hers. I am not sure I can
explain the wonderful feeling of sucking on tits and playing with a good size
penis.
When we both were hard again, she stood up and pull me to her. We walked to
the bedroom.
She turns down the bed. We lay down and went back to kissing. I play with her
butt. I slapped her ass again then harder and harder.
"Ok" she said "sit up with your back on head board."
I did and she lay across my lap.
I spanked her again softly then harder. I stopped and was rubbing her sore
ass. She open a drawer from a night stand and got a ping pong paddle which she
handed me.
"Ok young lady you are really going to get it"
"I sure hope so, I a very bad little girl. You can’t give me enough pain, but
please try."
I worked on one cheek then the other then hit across both cheeks.
Harder and Harder I spanked she cried and kicked. I had to hold her hands in
the center of her back but she never asked me to stop. Mary was getting black
and blue.
I stopped and held onto her while she cried.
"I am sorry I did not mean to spank so hard but you look like you liked it and
you said to spank very hard"
Then through the tears, "Oh Greg I love the spanking. You are the first to
really spank me for a long time."
"Do you think you can be good now?"
"I think so"
"What do you mean you think so, I will give you more so you know so"
"That’s not what I meant, I promise to be good."
"Whatever, but here is more to remind you then"
I started to spank her, it was harder and faster then before and she really
was crying. I was really enjoying myself. I went a little farther then I
should have but she never asked for it to stop.
I rubbed her butt. "Is my little girl’s butt hurt?"
"Oh yes daddy please kiss it and back it feel better, I promise never to be
bad again."
So I did. I kissed and licked her ass while she lay on her stomach. I kissed
and licked around her butt and around the curve at bottom of her butt. She
pulled the cheeks apart so I lick there too. I tasted something funny I can
guess what that was. I put my tongue down her hole. She hands me an open jar
of Ky. jelly. I knew what Mary wanted now so I put some in her love hole. Then
I put my penis near the hole. I had her penis in my hand. I rubbed the sides
of her crack. I spanked her whole with it then slide it inside her. She cried
out. "Wait while I relax, just leave it inside"
I left it inside for a few seconds "ok go ahead" and I pumped her ass and
pumped her slow and easy till I came. Then I rested on her back and kissed the
back of her neck. I then took it off. I saw a wash cloth on the night stand. I
washed her ass and then went to wash off her penis.
When I came back, she had the covers up around her neck so I got under too.
After we kissed "I have never funked anyone there before, and only two
pussies."
"I know honey, which are what makes it so wonderful. I know my cum is the
first cum you have eaten."
I did not answer. She put her hand under my ass and play a little. "And you
have a virgin ass"
I knew deep down not for long would it be virgin.
We start to kiss again. She went under the cover and kiss my penis again.
Then off come the cover and she was kissing my toes, back to lips and down to
my chest.
She rolled me over and kisses my lips then down my back.
Next she kiss and message my ass. Then kiss and rub all the way to shoulders
and back to ass again. Oh I was really relaxed. Then I felt something, then
knew it was the Ky. jelly going into my ass.
"It will hurt at first push, you relax and will learn to love it."
She played with my asshole with the head of her penis. "Relax here we go"
She pushes into my ass. And it hurt like hell at first but went away.
It felt funny having something in my ass. "Relax honey, it is ok, relax and
you will like it"
She kissed my neck and ears. And started to pump first slowly then faster and
faster. She was fucking hard and I liked it but I didn’t. When she came she
scratched me with her long fingernails.
She lay my back and said "you know your ass was made for fucking I loved it."
"Me too honey"
She got off and cleaned my ass. And covered me up. While she was washing I was
enjoying that you just been funked feeling.
She got in bed and played with my butt. "Well how do you really feel about
being funked, do you really like it"
I turned over and hugged her side to side. "I was just thinking how my ass was
feeling that it was funny hurt feeling then I realized it was a ‘you just been
fucked feeling’ and I like it."
I was playing with her tits "how did you get these"
"They are implants."
"I see you have one ball only. Where you born that way"
"Oh no I brought a budizzo, a friend and I did each other. but we were not
very good at it"
"Three out of four is not bad."
"No it was one out of 4. we really did not know what to do."
"It is easy to use. I was raised on a farm used it many times on cows and
pigs."
She kissed me deep and long. "Would you show me and do me?"
"Sure" she jumped out of bed and went to the dresser and came back with a
budizzo.
I put it on the one good ball. "Now feel right here. See how you have
everything in it"
She did feel. "Now I am going to close it and hold for 30 Seconds. And pull
away from body a very little at the end."
"Ok I will love it" She lay flat on the bed.
I closed the handle, and she never made a noise.
I pulled a little and opened the handles.
"Let me feel then" I could feel it was done. "you now are a eunuch
She kissed me and we sucked each other in 69 position. She came for last time
as she eats my love fluid.
We hugged and kissed for a while. Then she got up and got me a glass of scotch
She got hard and asked "would you like it in ass again"
My answer came by me rounding over on my stomach. The second fucking was
better. I even pump my ass to her pumping.
I was on my back after she cleaned me up.
"Greg, honey baby let me put the budizzo on your balls. So you can tell me I
am doing it right."
"Listen Mary I do not want to loss my balls"
"I know but I can put it on and not close all the way. I must do my friend
right this time."
I should have said no, but had too many scotches and after the blow jobs and
ass fuckings I was in a crazy mood.
She put the thing on above my left ball. "I have felt it and it seems right,
is it Greg"
I felt it and it was right was it belonged. "It is perfect"
She closed it all the way and held it for 30 Seconds and pulled it a little. I
felt everything give way.
She started to put it on right ball. "Oh no you do not. I can live with only
one, but not without any."
I spanked her again, then fucked her ass. I pulled out before I came. I wiped
her ass and rolled her over. She opened her mouth. I saw that my penis had
shit on it and I put it near her mouth.
"Do you want me to wipe it off" she answered by lifting her head and grabbing
my penis and she loved on it till I came again.
We slept in each others arms.
The next morning she got up and fixed bacon, eggs, toast, and hot coffee.
She finished first and got on the floor under the table and as I drank my
second cup of coffee she sucked me off.
She got up and gave me a kiss and a surprise. I opened my mouth to kiss her
tongue to tongue and got a mouth full of my own cum. "Can’t give you my cum
any more so here some of yours.
I know I would miss it"
There was a knock at the door. I got up to get clothes. I was naked. "Oh don’t
bother it is only Sally."
She was naked too, so she opened the door from behind. And in came Sally, wow
was she beautiful, I knew she had to be a shemale but it was hard to believe.
She not as beautiful as Mary but wonderful.
"Sally, this is Greg. He did the other ball for me."
"Are you sure it was done all the way?"
"Oh yes, it feels so undone, I can’t explain"
Then they hugged each other, and Sally felt her ball. "Oh honey I believe it
is."
She whispered something into Sally’s ear. Sally then ran into bedroom laughing
like all ladies do.
Mary came and sat on my lap and kissed me.
"Now what are you into?" I asked.
"Sally wants to have fun once more before she losses her balls. What about a
three way?"
"Ok but I will spank you both.’
"Oh great she likes spanking too."
When we got into the bedroom Sally only had on her panties, it was then she
saw Mary’s ass.
"Oh my Mary where did you get that awful looking ass"
I reached into the bed stand and pulled out the ping pong paddle. "Here it
is", I pulled her over my lap "and here is how she got it." I spanked on
panties and pulled then down, then started with the paddle.
She went off my ass and put head in my lap, and gave me a blow job. I stopped
her before I came. I told Mary to get on hands and knees. I put my penis in
her love hole and Sally started to fuck me. Oh what fun. Sally and I both came
about same time. Mary fucked me. Then went for the budizzo. She put it on
Sally’s right ball and I checked it ok. Then the left one, I checked her balls
and they were done. They tried to kill my other ball but I stopped them.
That was a long time ago. I cannot tell you how many times I have wished I had
let her do right ball too. Or how many times I have wanted to return to her to
do it.
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Behoerdengang (German) | STRAIGHT, PENECTOMY | Er zieht in eine andere Stadt und erlebt bei den Behörden eine große Überraschung (He moves to another city and finds that town officials have strange ideas) | Ich wohnte schon länger in der neuen Stadt und hatte mich gerade umgemeldet.
Da kam ein Brief vom Versorgungsamt, in dem mir mitgeteilt wurde, dass man
mich zur Untersuchung bestelle, um zu kontrollieren, ob meine Einstufung als
Schwerbehinderter gerechtfertigt sei.
Ich verstand das zwar nicht so richtig, da sich bei mir seit Jahrzehnten nicht
verbessert hatte und die Behörde meine Unterlagen aus der alten Stadt schon
vorliegen hatte, ging aber natürlich hin. Erst unterhielt sich die junge
Ärztin lange mit mir und machte sich Notizen. Dann untersuchte sie mich
gründlich. Schließlich musste ich mich auch ganz ausziehen, was mir peinlich
war, da ich einen unterentwickelten Penis hatte, der erigiert nur 8 Zentimeter
lang war – schlaff natürlich noch viel kleiner – und außerdem einen Katheter
tragen musste.
Die Ärztin konnte kaum glauben was sie sah, als ich so vor ihr stand,
schüttelte immer wieder den Kopf und starrte auf meinen Pimmel.
Schließlich war die Untersuchung fertig und ich wollte mich schon wieder
anziehen, aber sie stoppte mich.
„Es ist soweit alles ok. Ihre Einstufung ist in Ordnung, ich würde sogar noch
etwas weiter gehen. Aber da ist etwas anderes. Wir haben hier in der Stadt
eine Regelung, die Männern wie sie verbietet, Kinder zu zeugen. Um das sicher
zu stellen, können sie sich nun entschieden, ob wir ihnen die Hoden oder den
Penis abschneiden.“
Ich dachte ich höre nicht richtig und fiel fast um. Mein Pimmel stand von
einer Sekunde auf die andere, was aber eben nicht viel bedeutete. Ich starrte
die Ärztin nur an und konnte gar nichts sagen.
„Entscheiden sie sich, es muss sofort geschehen und wir haben nicht viel
Zeit.“
Automatisch, fast so als ob ich es gar nicht selbst wäre, sagte ich: “Mein
Penis.“
Daraufhin klingelte die Ärztin nach der Schwester. Eine sehr junge Türkin kam
herein. „Hier sind die Unterlagen von Herrn Müller. Stellen sie ihm den neuen
Ausweis aus – aber vorher schneiden sie ihm noch den Penis ab.“
Die junge Türkin hatte ein leises Lächeln auf den Lippen, als sie mir zwischen
die Beine sah. „Kommen sie mit“, sagte sie leise und ich folgte ihr. Sie
zeigte auf eine Tür, ich ging hinein und wartete.
Nur eine Minute später kam die Türkin herein und machte sich sofort daran, mir
den Katheter zu entfernen. Kaum war der raus, da hatte sie auch schon eine
Schere in der Hand, zog meinen Pimmel so weit wie möglich in die Länge und
schnitt ihn ganz unten ab. Ich wurde sofort ohnmächtig vor Schmerz. Als ich
erwachte war die Wunde versorgt und ich hatte wieder einen Katheter.
Völlig fassungslos kam ich schließlich zu Hause an und betrachtet mich nackt
im Spiegel. Keine Spur mehr von meinem Pimmel – ich war kein Mann mehr.
Meinen Einstand in der neuen Stadt hatte ich mir anders vorgestellt.
* * * |
Obscene Proposal | I was on a business lunch with my boss, Cassandra Quisling. She was the
president of the company and I was her male secretary. I have always been
attracted to her. She was tall, about 6', with long black hair and always
dressed very severely. We talked business until the food came. When it did, I
saw that it looked oddly familiar, and asked,
"Ms. Quisling, I heard you order but my French is so bad, could you tell me in
English what that is you're eating?"
She grinned widely and wickedly.
"It's pork testicles fried in butter and cream, delicious!"
She laughed when she saw my face blanche.
"Oh yes," she said in response to my unasked question, "there's a use for all
parts of the animal. The French do very well in the gourmet preparation of
gonads department. Another favorite of mine is golden calf testicles sliced
and fried and baked in a casserole. You look so surprised! Really, this is
nothing compared to what people eat in some parts of the world. Actually, here
in the USA, is a scrumptious dish of fried turkey testes coated with bread
crumbs and fried in olive oil or butter. Here Richard, why don't you try some
before you judge?"
She held out to me something that I had thought until a minute ago might have
been a meatball. I felt my gorge rise, and politely declined,
"No thank you."
She laughed.
"Really, and they call us women the weaker sex. What's the problem, you think
it might be someone you know? Haha, now that would be a dish, male chauvinist
pig testicles fried in butter and cream!"
As she said this, she studied my face as I squirmed in my seat, uncomfortable.
For some unknown reason, I had suddenly gotten an enormous erection. From
what, I wondered, the thought of someone eating my balls? She smiled and
leaned back, perhaps she saw in my face what she was searching for.
"I just thought of someone I need you to give a phone call. It's Mike Johnson,
about the Stengler file, to ask if the court order has been upheld. It won't
take a minute."
This was a tight problem. I hesitated, trying to will my erection to subside.
If anything, it got worse, as I tried desperately not to think about... that.
It wasn't helping that my gorgeous lady boss had another fried ball on the end
of her fork, sensuously slurping it off. I tried to get up and keep my napkin
strategically positioned until I had turned around, but she caught me, or
guessed my condition, and said,
"Why, Dick, is that your namesake showing itself?"
I instantly sat back down. She continued, "What's that old joke, is that a
banana in your pocket or are you just glad to see me? Don't tell me you were
aroused in spite of, surely not because of, our little conversation, were
you?"
My face must have been bright scarlet.
"Ms. Qu-quisling," I stuttered, "I don't think this is an appropriate topic
for discussion."
She laughed again.
"Oh come on, Dick, you seriously don't think I'm sexually harassing you, do
you? I would have thought by now that you'd had clued into to where my real
interest lies."
I thought about how all her personal calls had been from women. Little hints
in conversation, slips of the tongue, the time I was looking for a file in her
desk and found a strap-on dildo, an intimate letter from a woman I had
accidentally opened by mistake, they all added up...
"That's right, Dick. I'm a dyke, and not ashamed of it. So now that we've
established that I'm not interested in you IN THAT WAY, then we can talk like
two normal adults."
I nodded understanding. She continued, "I'm sorry if I embarassed you, but I
just wanted to check something I had always thought about you since you first
applied for your position. Admit it, Dick, you have a masochistic streak in
you."
"A little," I admitted.
"And seeing a woman eat balls turns you on. Is that how you see me, Dick, a
real ball-buster? I don't have any problem with that. Hell, I've got a little
sadistic streak in me. You want to hear one of my secret fantasies, Dick?"
A bit guiltily, I nodded.
"I sometimes really think what it would be like, to have a guy with big balls
spread his legs before me, and I get down there with a knife," she took a
pearl-handled stiletto out of her purse, "this knife, and slowly, sensuously
cut off his balls. Then I have them prepared gourmet-style, like the dish
right here in front of me," (though from the way she was looking, at that
moment I couldn't have told you if she was talking about the food or me) "and
then eat it right in front of him."
At this, she speared the last pork testicle on her knife and bit into it.
Suddenly, without touching myself, I felt a spontaneous orgasm in my pants of
unusual intensity. She saw the expression on my face.
"I see you like my little fantasy too. You've got big balls, don't you Dick? I
can tell. You know, I think that we might could help each other realize their
ultimate fantasy. And something else, Dick. I would be willing to pay one
million dollars to someone who give their balls to me. Are you interested?"
One million dollars would take care of all of my and my wife's monetary woes.
All our debts evaporated in an instant, and then live in leisure and luxury
for the rest of our lives. But never to have sex again, that was a problem. I
told her my fears.
"Is that it? Here's the number of a doctor I know. Call her and she will
answer any questions you have. Why don't you take the rest of the day off and
think about it?"
"I'd also have to discuss it with my wife."
"I understand. Make your calls, discuss, and then get back to me."
I called the doctor. She said that castration after puberty didn't necessarily
mean the loss of sex drive. She said that if there was any diminishment,
testosterone replacement therapy was always available. She said most of sex
drive was in the mind, so any problems would only be psychological. I thought
that a million dollars could buy a lot of psychotherapy.
My wife, Cindy, wanted to know why I was home so early. I told her to sit
down.
"Oh my god, you got fired, didn't you? We are already behind in our mortgage
payment! How could you..."
"Wait, I still have my job. I wanted to talk to you about the fact I was
offered a million dollars today."
"What, that's great, how...?"
"It will involve some sacrifice, but only on my part."
I gave a somewhat censored version of the events of lunch-time, and also what
the doctor said. My wife was bewildered.
"My god, Dick, you would do this for me, for us? That's the sweetest, most
loving thing I've ever heard of! And the doctor is sure it won't affect our
sex life? I can't believe it, finally we'll be rich! I love you darling! I
think you and your sweet balls deserve a reward."
With that, she led me to the bedroom and we both stripped. She pushed me down
on the bed and put her head between my legs. She kissed and licked my balls
all over. Never before had they seemed so sensitive. She began sucking one in
her mouth, then the other. Then she began to make tiny nips, mock-biting as
she pumped my throbbing erection with one hand. She moaned, "I've got a
million dollars right here in the palm of my hand... Oh, they do look just
scrumptious, don't they? I can see why your rich lady boss wants them so
badly."
By this time I could tell that she was getting off on the idea and was playing
with herself. She pushed me back on the bed and got into a 69 position with
her on top. I licked her from clit to cunt, worming my tongue in as deep as I
can get it. She moaned, "That's so exquisite, yes, oh, I like this even better
than fucking." She began making growling sounds and would take my dick or a
ball in her mouth and then drag her teeth along it all the way out. I imagined
she, no, it was Cassandra, was eating me alive down there. As she came, her
thighs scissored my face til I could not breathe, but I didn't care, I came
the best I ever had.
I told Cassandra I'd do it the next day. She looked in her appointment book
and made a couple calls. "The earliest I can coordinate the doctor's, the
chef's, and my schedules is two weeks from today. How is that for you?" I told
her that would be fine. She said, "Why don't you take the vacation time you've
got and make the most out of what time you've got left." Though this sounded
somewhat sinister, I said nothing.
For the next two weeks, my wife and I had sex every night. She seemed more
turned on than I was about our new sex-game. We invented variations just like
we had experimented with positions as newlyweds. She got off by pulling my
balls out as far as they could go, then by putting rubber bands around them or
tying weights to them, to see how much I could take, how far she could stretch
them. She brought various cutting instruments to bed, putting them next to my
balls: steak knives, scissors, butcher knives, gardening shears, hacksaws,
even a chainsaw. Sometimes she seemed so caught up in it that I thought my own
wife would castrate me then and there, which always brought on an orgasm that
absolutely drained my balls, but she always stopped short, her eyes never
losing sight of the money. She thought of different ways to "prepare" me. Once
she made a hole in a paper plate and put my cock and balls through it. Then
she draped spaghetti and sauce over the "meatballs" and sensuously slurped it
up, entwining each strand around my hard cock. Another time she made my cock
like a hotdog in a bun, swimming with ketchup, mustard and relish. With each
bite she took, it was like another inch of my schlong was eaten up. She
finished by making a "banana split", the ice cream freezing my balls, but the
whipped cream, chocolate and caramel sauces with the obligatory cherry on top
made it look so good that I felt like eating it myself if I were flexible
enough. Eventually, the day came when Cassandra's limo drove up. The driver
was a young Asian woman in a smart black outfit with matching driver's cap. I
went out to the car, and turned and kissed my wife.
"Don't worry about me," I said.
"You are not seriously suggesting that I am not coming with you, are you?"
"Well, I wanted to spare you any trauma..."
"Hell, I wouldn't miss this for the world."
She got in the car. The chauffeur made no objection. I got in, the driver
closed the door, and drove us off. Cindy seemed positively giddy. She was
admiring the luxury of the vehicle and no doubt imagining what she could buy
with a million dollars. She tapped on the glass divider between the passenger
and driver. The chauffeur rolled down the privacy screen and said, "Yes,
madam, may I help you?"
Cindy was bursting with excitement. She looked at me, then said to the driver,
"Um, do you know why we are going to Ms. Quisling's house?" I tried to shush
her but she persisted. "Yes, madam, Ms. Quisling keeps me well-informed."
"Could you, just say it so that I no this is really happening and not a
dream?"
"Very well, madam. Your husband is going to sell his testicles to my mistress
for one million dollars. Then she will eat them."
"YES, oh yes, that's right! Isn't this incredible?" Cindy had one hand in my
pants fondling my balls and the other in her own, masturbating.
"Wouldn't you like to watch, driver?"
"My mistress has invited all the servants to watch if they should desire."
At the thought of all those people being present, watching my
demasculinization, Cindy and I both came as we pulled into the driveway.
We were escorted into the sumptuous entrance hall. The chauffeur did a curious
thing then, she began to take off her uniform (with the singular exception of
her chauffeur's cap) and placed it in a closet. She then directed us to
disrobe likewise. Attempting to make levity, I said, "I know you Japanese
check your shoes at the door, but this is a bit much, really."
"It is the mistress's house rules. Also, as a male, you must wear this collar
and chain while you are here."
Cindy was stripping already, "Come on, Dick, it's fun! Wow, I didn't know she
was a nudist! Oh, this plush carpet feels so good to my bare feet! I'd love to
just roll around in it."
I stripped without further ado and meekly allowed the collar and chain to be
affixed. The other end of the chain was in the chauffeur's hand, to lead me
around with. I noticed the shaved bush of the driver as she eyed my large
testicles, swollen bigger than usual from the rough handling they'd had
lately. Cindy, seeing the other woman's interest in me, said, "You can look
but not touch, he's mine! Dick, I thought you said this boss of yours was a
lesbo. If she is, then why is her little chauffeur here so obviously
interested in male anatomy."
The limo driver explained, "All of mistress's servants are, as you say, lesbo.
I was merely checking the size of the commodity. My mistress did say that if
there was enough, then she might be persuaded to share."
"Hmmm." Cindy looked interested, and thoughtful. At that moment, Cassandra
Quisling came gliding down the stairs. She was dressed in what could only be
described as a black leather evening gown. Her breasts were pushed up and out
of it, and the gown parted below the navel to reveal her nakedness beneath.
She was adorned in diamonds, from a necklace to earrings to bracelets to
anklets on her slender ankles.
"At last you have arrived. You cannot know how long I've waited for this." She
looked me over. "Yes, even better than I had anticipated. You will do nicely."
Then she noticed my wife, "Oh, you must be Cindy, of whom I've heard so much."
She looked my wife over all over. "Yes, I think we can become close friends.
Well, time for introductions and formalities later. Come, let us retire to the
kitchen."
The kitchen was huge. Obviously Cassandra entertained large parties often. I
was led to the center where there was a large carving table with the added
feature of arm and leg restraints. Against one wall of the room stood a gaggle
of servants, mostly of Asian features, several maids clad only in French maid
aprons, one with grass-stained knees who could have only been the gardener,
and one in a chef's hat with an apron whom I stared at the longest, thinking,
"She's going to cook my balls." The chauffeur took her place among them. I
noticed they all had shaved cunts. A bespectacled black woman came up.
Cassandra said, "This is my lawyer. She has some papers for you to sign."
I read over them, noting the artful wording disguising the true nature of this
contract. Yet it was surely ironclad and enforceable. I signed and handed the
papers back to her.
"Excellent, here is a cashier's check for one million dollars." She handed it
to my wife. The lawyer entered the crowd of spectators, which, I noticed, were
excitedly playing with each other, fondling breasts and cunts, looking between
my legs and licking their lips.
The blonde doctor, wearing only a surgical mask, came up and said, "You do
understand there will be no anesthesia."
I nodded. I hopped onto the table and lay down. They strapped me in. I looked
up and saw that a mirror overhung the table so that I could watch the
operation. The servants gathered around the table to watch up close. The
doctor, putting on her latex gloves, said, "We need to be sure the testes are
fully drained before operating."
Cassandra, at the head of the table, said, "Yes, well, it is good that you are
here Cindy. Would you like to do the honors, to give your husband the last
ejaculation he will ever have, just before the scalpel takes away his ability
forever?"
"Yes, I would."
She hopped on the table and squatted over me. I began licking her eagerly. I
got what may have been the biggest erection I ever had. Her mouth enveloped my
cock and she began gobbling me like never before. She was literally jacking me
off with her teeth. After a few minutes she stopped momentarily and said to
the doctor, "I can tell he's getting ready to come. Can you start cutting just
as he ejaculates so I can come watching him being utterly castrated, oh yes,
forever?"
The doctor nodded and got into position. I almost came as soon as I felt her
cool, antiseptic, rubber-coated hand firmy grasp my balls. Looking up into the
mirror, I saw her scalpel in hand poised over my balls, watching my wife work
my cock, waiting for that first (and last) spurt. Cindy voiced my thoughts
when she exclaimed, "This is so hot! I wish someone was taking a video of
this. I'd watch it every day, over and over, with my wimp husband licking my
cunt and working his useless dick." Cassandra said, "Already taken care of,
I'll make sure you get a copy."
The servants and Cassandra were so turned on by my incipient emasculation that
many were moaning and sounded as close to orgasm as I was. Cassandra at this
moment started rubbing my wife's ass, then licked her fingers and plunged two
of them into my wife's asshole and the rest into the cunt as I was licking.
The servants took this as a signal and started rubbing their tits on her,
playing with my wife's tits. Though Cindy had previously expressed distaste
about lesbians, at this moment she was so turned on, more than she had ever
been in her life, that she didn't care, she was only interested in cumming,
and every added stimulation took her higher and higher.
I could hold back no longer at this erotic sight. Knowing it was the last made
this one the best. The cum arced up, so that if it hadn't been intercepted by
my wife's face and tits that it would have hit the mirror. The doctor made a
quick incision and suddenly the fountain of semen turned into a fountain of
blood which the lesbian servants rubbed vigorously all over my wife's tits.
They were all coming now, together, as the doctor placed the gory mess into a
waiting china plate. Cindy came for at least a full minute, coating my face
with a flood of female juices, then collapsed exhausted atop me. The
combination of ultimate pain and ultimate pleasure made me go unconscious as
well.
When Cassandra awoke me, the doctor had just finished sewing me up. Everyone
crowded around to see the handiwork. There were lots of oohs and aahs. Some of
these diehard lesbians even touched the stitching, the strange bare place
between my thighs, though this made me wince with the tenderness. They didn't
care.
My wife asked the doctor, "Will he be nice and smooth? It makes me so wet to
think of him completely smooth down there."
"Yes," said the doctor, "now please, I'm so horny and I couldn't even touch
myself during the operation. I need to get off, someone please help me."
As Cassandra released me from my bondage and helped me get up from the table,
the other servants pushed the doctor who'd cut my balls off and provided such
wonderful stimulation for them onto the table where this wonderful deed was
done and proceeded to bring her to multiple orgasms.
Cassandra helped me into a wheelchair and wheeled me into the dining room.
"Remember," she said, "I want you to watch me eat your balls." Those words
sent a tingle through me. I thought of how amputees had phantom limb
sensations, and wondered if I could have phantom balls. After a few minutes,
the cook wheeled in a covered tray. The other servants and the doctor and
lawyer followed her in. They were all flushed as if they were getting turned
on again. The chef set the dish down before her mistress and whipped off the
cover. "Oh, it's simply beautiful! You have simply outdone yourself. As a
reward, you may get under the table and eat me as I eat your handiwork."
The presentation was, I had to admit, both tasteful and mouth-watering. My
balls (well, legally they were Cassandra's balls now) were a golden-brown and
garnished by baby vegetables. She speared one with a fork, through some
sympathy I could almost feel the fork enter me, and cut it in half with a
knife. It looked juicy and tender inside, and the aroma made even me salivate.
She took a bite. A look of bliss crossed over her face that could not be
attributed directly to the cunt-licking she was getting from the cook.
"It is better than even I had thought it could be."
She noticed me staring. "Yes, stare, you embodiment of male chauvinists. See a
proud, strong woman taking what you mean prize so highly." Then, to her
servants, she said, "I think there is enough for a small bite for everyone."
She took the other whole ball and sliced it up into enough pieces for all her
hangers-on. "The first shall go to dear cook for her excellent work tonight,
both over and under the table." The others laughed politely. She stood up and
took the morsel of testicle and spread her pussy lips. She joked, "You can all
be sure this is the only time that any part of a man has ever entered there."
More polite laughter. She sat down and I lifted up a corner of the tablecloth
to view the chef eating the meat out of her mistress's twat. She served the
others in similar ways, putting one in her mouth for the chauffeur to
sensuously steal in a French kiss, and so on down the line.
My wife was last, but there were no more pieces. Cassandra seemed content to
eat the remaining testicle herself. Cindy whimpered and begged, "I thought I
could have a piece too, please."
"I'm sorry, my dear, but I hardly know you. Your reward is your half of the
million dollars. What's left is barely a meal for me."
"I'll... I'll... suck your cunt."
"That's really very sweet of you dear, I like you too, but this is a once in a
lifetime opportunity for me, while frankly I could get great head anytime,
from someone much more experienced at it than you."
"Please, I've been dreaming about it, wondering how it would taste, I've got
to know. I'll... pay you my half of the million dollars."
I said, "Cindy, no."
She said, "Shut up, you ball-less wonder. I know what I'm doing and what I
want."
"My, you really must want it. Very well then, but only a tiny bite like the
others got." Cindy pouted, but, hungry, nodded. "And I'll take you up on that
first offer as well. Cook, get up." Cassandra repeated the performance with
the morsel and sat down. Cindy got down between her legs and began moaning as
she found the tender, delicious slice of testicle. She stayed down there all
the time Cassandra ate the rest of the ball, moaning happily through multiple
orgasms until it was all gone.
Stay tuned for the sequel - Obscene Proposal 2: The Penectomy |
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Choose Castration-13: Remember to Stop While You're Ahead | BI, TESTICLES, MINOR, CONSENSUAL | If you haven\'t read \"Choose Castration or Be Tried for Rape\" yet, read it first; this is a sequel: A high school coach uses blackmail to enjoy sexual threesomes. Then he tries the wrong threesome. | I'm Heather and I'm in charge of the state's castration facility for sexual
offenders. Today we've got the offender, Mark, and his wife, Patricia, along
with eight high school victims, boys Justin and Ryan and girls Alexandra,
Angela, Kelly, Monica, Samantha, and Tiffany. The teenage girls who deal with
married men are present.
Mark tells his story first. He's a high school baseball coach, and the two
boys are on his team. The girls are cheerleaders. He learned about something
that the cheerleaders did as a group that could get them expelled from school
and decided it was a good chance to trade silence for sex. He'd long wanted to
try an oral sex threesome, now was his chance. He'd give a cheerleader a
climax, she'd give a second cheerleader a climax, and that cheerleader would
give him a climax. Of course, just like with 69, he wanted both cheerleader's
climaxes to overlap his.
He tried it with Kelly and Tiffany and really enjoyed it. He'd had his finger
inside Kelly and had felt her climax begin before his began and end after his
ended, but he couldn't tell for sure if Tiffany had climaxed or not. The next
time he had them swap roles and asked Kelly how he could be sure that she
climaxed. She told him how she'd signal him when she was near climax so he
could have one finger inside Tiffany and one finger inside her. That time was
even better; he'd felt both girls' contractions before, during, and after his
own climax.
He tried Angela and Monica, once each way, and decided that Kelly and Tiffany
had been better.
He knew that Alexandra was Ryan's girlfriend and Samantha was Justin's
girlfriend, so he'd left them for last, again once each way. He liked them
better than Angela and Monica, but not as well as Kelly and Tiffany.
As he'd expected, one of the girlfriends, Samantha, had told her boyfriend,
Justin, what he'd done. Justin had confronted him about it. He managed to put
enough pressure on Justin to get him to agree to take part in a threesome
himself and get Alexandra, Ryan's girlfriend, to participate. He gave
Alexandra a climax, she gave Justin a climax, and Justin gave him a climax. It
was a real turn-on knowing that Alexandra felt that she was betraying her
friend Samantha and Justin felt that he was betraying his friend Ryan. He'd
looked forward to having Samantha and Ryan next.
Alexandra tells her story next. She didn't like being blackmailed into having
sex with the coach, Mark, but as long as he only wanted oral sex, it didn't
bother her enough to try to find a way to make him stop. Making her have oral
sex with another cheerleader's boyfriend was a different matter; that was
wrong, and she was determined to put a stop to it. She went to see Mark's
wife, Patricia, who said that she'd put a stop to it.
Patricia tells her story next. She'd noticed that her husband, Mark, wasn't as
attentive as usual and wondered if he had someone on the side, but she hadn't
been able to get any evidence of that. She was furious to learn what he'd been
up to. She talked to an attorney, who told her about the castration program.
She talked to the cheerleaders about her plan, and they told her to go ahead.
She talked to Mark, telling him that he had two choices. She could talk to the
principal and arrange amnesty for the cheerleaders in exchange for testimony
against Mark. He'd go to prison, and never teach again. Alternatively, she
could have him castrated, with his victims there to watch. They'd all enjoy
watching that, and they'd keep quiet about what happened so he could stay out
of prison and keep his job as coach. That would also avoid damaging her
reputation.
I asked the teenagers who worked with married couples which one of them wanted
to be assigned to the case. Becky, the youngest at thirteen, asked for the
case and the other teenagers didn't object. I asked her to explain how she'd
handle it.
Becky said that she'd evaluate Mark. That might take most of the afternoon.
Mark could enjoy his last sex before he was castrated that evening, night, and
the next day. Since he was married, his wife, Patricia, would presumably be
the one having sex with him. If it was someone else, the time could be
extended at the girl's request, but a wife couldn't request that. Tomorrow
evening she would castrate Mark, and his wife and victims could all watch.
He'd have to stay for a while after that to recover and for her to adjust his
prostheses so he'd be able to have sex with his wife, but not be interested in
anyone else, and then his wife could take him home.
Usually, a married offender's victim could have his testicles for a keepsake
if she wanted. If not, his wife could have them. Otherwise she'd add them to
her collection. There were too many victims for that, so everyone else could
stay behind and deal with details like that while she evaluated Mark.
Becky left with Mark, and as soon as they were out of earshot, Patricia told
us to count her out on everything. She was going back home, she'd have her
attorney quickly file divorce papers, and she'd look for a place to live
temporarily. She and Mark were history and she had no interest in him being
able to have sex with her or any future wife. I got her to sign a paper to
that effect and she left.
I said that we had several things to discuss. Patricia had left us free to
treat Mark as if he was single. We normally deprive a single offender of the
ability to have sex again, unless his victim asked us not to do that. Our
rules don't say what to do with so many victims. Can all of you agree on what
you want? Yes, none wanted Mark to be able to have sex after he was castrated.
I said that we had girls who hadn't started menstruating have sex with single
offenders; we wouldn't let Becky do that and I hadn't realized that I should
have the younger girls present. Since it'll be Mark's final opportunity to
have sex, would one of the cheerleaders enjoy being the last person he'd have
sex with?
Tiffany said that she was on the pill but between boyfriends, and she'd enjoy
doing that. If Mark had just wanted to have 69 with a cheerleader and had
asked her, she'd have willingly done that with him and after she'd enjoyed
that with him enough times, she would have had intercourse with him if he'd
asked. She didn't like blackmail, but Mark had risked so much so he could have
sex with cheerleaders that she was willing to be compassionate and let his
last sexual pleasure be with a cheerleader. She understood that, because she
wasn't Mark's wife, she could have extra time with him if she wanted. How much
time could she have? I told her she could have one to twelve extra days, but
why did she think that he deserved to enjoy more time?
She said that she'd learned how to use oral sex to keep a boyfriend near
climax all day, with an occasional break for him to bring her to climax with
oral sex. Mike liked oral sex with cheerleaders so much that she'd like to
treat him to a day of oral sex with lots of climaxes for her, but none for
him. She'd make it up for him the next day, so he'd have as much sex as he
would have had with his wife. She'd tell him this evening what she was going
to do, so he'd know that tomorrow was for her pleasure. She'd enjoy having a
day of fun without his refractory period getting in the way.
I told Tiffany that one of our young girls had once offered a guy the choice
of two extra days doing what he wanted or a full twelve extra days, cycling
with what she wanted, what he wanted, and what they both wanted. Then the
final day was what she wanted, ending in her castrating him while he had a
firm erection and desperately wanted relief from the pressure in his prostate.
He got that relief when she emptied his prostate of semen just before
finishing disabling his prostate. He'd agreed to her offer and said afterwards
that it was the right decision. He'd gotten more pleasure than he'd expected
and didn't mind the pleasure on the final day being hers.
I asked if everyone was going to stay to watch Becky castrate Mike. Yes. Was
anyone willing to say with him to tend him after he was castrated, and then
take him home? No. OK, we had one more decision to make. Who was going to get
his testicles for keepsakes? Were the boys on his team interested? No. Their
cheerleader girlfriends? No. The remaining cheerleaders other than Tiffany?
No. Tiffany? Does Becky want them, or would she rather I had them? We always
think it's a shame when no one else wants them. Tiffany said that she'd keep
them to scare away unwanted boys.
Late that afternoon, when Becky was through with him, Tiffany told him that
she had good news and bad news for him. She told him the bad news from his
wife, including that he was going to lose his ability to have sex. The good
news was that he was going to have the same twenty-four hours to enjoy sex
with her that he would have had with his wife, and she thought that he'd enjoy
it more with her than he would have with his wife.
Since she wasn't his wife, she'd been able to ask for more time, so his
castration was going to be delayed a day so she could have tomorrow and
tomorrow evening for her enjoyment. He wanted oral sex with cheerleaders, and
she'd give him many hours of that. Sometimes they'd spend an hour or two doing
69, but as soon as she felt her first contraction, she'd stop him just short
of climax. They'd wait a bit, then do it again; five climaxes every six
minutes worked well. Sometimes she'd spend a hour or two keeping him from ten
to twenty seconds from climax. She'd had to tie up her ex boyfriend to do that
to him, but Mark wouldn't have it that easy. Heather had told her that it was
much more fun if the guy knew that if he didn't cooperate, he'd be sent back
for prosecution instead of being castrated.
Tiffany asked him if anyone had ever done this to him before. No. Good. When
they were both tired and ready to sleep, they'd do 69 and she'd keep
stimulating him until he'd lost his erection. It would be the longest and best
climax of his life. From then until it was time for Becky to castrate him the
next evening, she'd do anything within reason that he wanted.
Two days later, with six cheerleaders watching, there were cheers when Becky
removed each of his testicles and then each time she gave him an injection
that ended one of his sexual functions. As usual with single men, his
prostheses would provide him enough estrogen to keep him from suffering from
the loss of testosterone, plus a selective estrogen blocker that would keep
the estrogen from causing his breasts to grow.
* * * |
Perfect Match | STRAIGHT, PENECTOMY, TESTICLES, Clitorectomy / Infibulation | <P>Our marriage wasn't doing so well and I had tried everything to make it work, but if something didn't change soon, I thought, Steve and I were finished. Maybe the solution was closer than I ever suspected...</P> | ` Copyright 2004 Rachael Ross all rights reserved.
Perfect Match
by rache
I woke up with a headache again. In some motel room with a guy whose name was
either Dave, or Greg. I'd been with both of them, but there was only one in
the bed now, and he was face down under the pillow. Did it really matter?
I sighed and stretched and pretended it was okay. But I knew it wasn't. My
first ritual of the morning told me that. I went into the bathroom, quietly,
and turned on the lights and then examined my body. Bruises, cuts, bites,
hickies, whatever...Why was it always like this? In the morning I had no
interest. If anything I was repulsed but my memories, by what I'd done. I
could barely stand to see myself in the mirror and when I sat down to pee, a
long night of sex washed out of me as well.
I bit my lip and just sat there. I was done, but I didn't want to move. Many,
many mornings I'd told myself never again. Like an alcoholic, swearing of the
bottle with the sunrise, but damn! That sun was hot around noon , wasn't it?
And by mid-afternoon the thirst was terrible. By midnight , it was a living
thing, writhing under my skin...wanting it, needing it, and morning was so far
away.
But alcohol wasn't my problem. When I was growing up the popular word was
nympho. "Oh, she's a nympho..." people would say, not understanding the word
at all. "She has a different guy every night." And men would smile, and boys
would laugh, and decent women would cross the street, just in case it might be
contagious...or worse, they might be seen as being friendly. Slut was another
good word, and whore, I suppose. I'd used them, letting the words slip from my
catty tongue like venom.
Oh, look at me now. But I couldn't.
I wasn't a nymphomaniac. I know because I looked the word up. I was just a
woman who liked sex. And not even sex, maybe...but the feelings down there,
between my legs. I read in Cosmo once all the percentages of women who were
'orgasmic' vs those who rarely achieved orgasm. It was a small, small
number...and I was one of the lucky few. When I was feeling good I would start
to cum and it didn't stop. Just one after another, like a freight train
rolling over my body. On and on...How lucky I am.
But I didn't have normal relationships. I fucked like a man would. I hunted
for it, picking up guys for no other reason that my clit was buzzing and I'd
fuck his brains out. Being just twenty-two and reasonably attractive had its
advantages, after all, and one was that a man never said no. As if he would
anyway, right? Yeah, right.
And let me tell you, I didn't like it. I didn't like this power my body had
over my mind.
I'm liberated though. It's the 21st century, I'm an adult and responsible and
all I want in life is a good job, a nice house, a few credit cards that give
me frequent flier miles, and a man to share it with. I didn't need or
especially want children. I'd had pets growing up and they'd all died lonely
painful deaths. I just wanted to be...dependable.
I didn't even want sex. My body did, as I've explained, but my mind...my
soul...was fed up with it. I'd had enough sex for two lifetimes and it was
unsatisfying. It left me sitting on a toilet with cold sperm dripping from my
cunt. Do you understand that? Is there anyone who really could? I didn't think
so, not at the time, and that just made it worse...How do you fight
depression? You be with people and relax and laugh and...End up on your back
in some motel room.
I tried the modern cures. I went to the gym, trying to exhaust myself with
aerobics and Stairmasters and everything else. I went to counseling. I took
some funny little pills that should have made me happy. But they didn't. I
read books, listened to tapes, and even tried a long term lesbian affair with
one of the secretaries in the pool at work. She liked it.
My husband didn't. He loved me and he put up with me, but mostly I think
because he was busy with his own career. We complemented each other nicely.
Both of us hard working, wanting to get more and more, to climb the ladders. I
fucked every swinging cock I could get my pussy around and Steve, my husband,
had fucked every girl I ever knew. We hated that about each other, but that
was the only thing. Otherwise, we were perfectly mated...a match made in
heaven, as they say.
=-=-=-=
"Rachael?" My husband had just fucked me hard for the third time that night.
He was taking off his condom. I'm not sure if he wore it because he was afraid
of catching something from me, or if he didn't want to give me something of
his. He was the only man I fucked with a condom on, unless the stranger I was
with happened to have one, and that was rare.
"Hmmm?" I was rubbing my clit a little, she was still buzzing.
"I was watching some TV the other day, Discovery Channel, and they were
talking about girls who get married in some country in Africa ." He wrapped
his condom up in a Kleenex. "And they did something called a clitorectomy. You
ever heard of that?
"No." I shrugged and rolled over, looking at him. He is a good looking man. I
love him a lot, I just hated cheating on him...and I blamed my clit for only
part of that. The rest I put on him for cheating on me. But I'd started it, I
had to admit. But he'd known he was marrying the biggest slut in college
too...I sighed. So much blame, more than enough for both of us.
"They were interviewing people and this guy was saying they did it so the wife
wouldn't be distracted by wanting sex." Steve smiled at me. "They remove the
girl's clitoris and so it doesn't feel good anymore.
"Oh yeah?" I thought about that. "That would sort of...suck!" I laughed.
"Well, yeah...I guess so." Steve said, but he didn't sound so sure.
"What did you think of it?" I asked him.
"Um, well...it was sort of sexy. In a way, I mean these girls...some were only
like 12 or 13, they'd never feel anything, you know? Never have an orgasm."
I stared at him. "And you think that's sexy?"
"Yeah, I don't know. Kind of."
"Ever heard of castration?" I grinned at him. "That's pretty sexy too."
He laughed like I was kidding. "Yeah, okay...I just thought I'd tell you about
it, you know."
I did know, and so did he. I was looking for a way to control myself. Maybe
Steve was too, thinking if I'd finally settle down and stop being the local
sperm bank, he might be able to spend more time with me then. We could
actually have some semblance of normalcy even. I found some stuff about it on
the internet, but not very much. I needed to talk to someone.
=-=-=-=
I went to my regular gynecologist, a few days after waking up with Greg or
Dave, and I dodged the questions about my recent sexual history. Her name is
Dr. Naismeth, and she's old. She knows about bodies and she knows about me.
She's treated me for a few minor STD's and some irritations, and a little
yeast infection that sort of came and went at random for awhile. But this time
I was clean at least, so she only gave me a 20 minute lecture, rather than the
full blown 45 minute trip to the verbal woodshed.
And then...as if by magic, it was my turn to talk.
"Doctor..." I wasn't sure how to start, actually.
"What is it, Rachael?" She was writing some things down in my file while I
dressed slowly.
"I was wondering about something I read the other day." I waited until she
looked up and asked. "Um, it was about...female circumcision."
"Uhhhh..." She put her pen down and sat back a little in her chair. "And what
were you wondering about?
"Well, um...I think it was called a clitorectomy?" I gestured, wanting to know
if I had that right.
"Yes," Dr. Naismeth replied slowly. "There are clitorectomy procedures and
infibulations, generally considered part of the broader female circumcision
topic."
"Well, I was reading an article about uh, some place in Africa where they do
it to girls, you know? And um, one of the reasons they did it, according to
the article, was to remove the desire for sex."
She coughed a little. "Well, uh, that might be part of the rational, but
largely I think it's more a tradition that jut hasn't been overcome by common
sense."
I looked down. Well, I knew what her opinion of it was now, anyway. "But would
that really work? I mean removing the clitoris? Would a woman uh...would she
lose desire for sex?"
"No." Dr. Naismeth shook her old gray head. "I don't think so, the desire for
sex largely comes from your emotions, from your mind and mood. The clitoris
isn't producing any chemicals, like uh...like the male testes for example.
Your clitoris is only a responder, it reacts to stimulation and that triggers
a release of chemicals of course, but it's a result...not an actuator."
"Are you sure?" I looked up at her.
"Well, I'm reasonably sure, yeah." She chuckled a little. "Look, Rachael, your
problem isn't with your clitoris, it's with your head. Have you been Dr.
Keller?
Keller was my psychiatrist, a sexual therapist. "Yeah." I nodded. "But I just,
I don't know." I shrugged helplessly. "I just think that for me, my clitoris
is like...making me do stuff, you know?"
"No dear." Dr. Naismeth insisted. "Your clitoris is doing what it's supposed
to, you..." She tapped her head. "Are not doing what you're supposed to.
You're not thinking. If you don't start thinking, start changing those thought
processes, you will come in here one day and I will have to give you some very
bad news...And I do not!" She stared at me hard. "Not, want to give you bad
news. Do you understand me?"
I nodded and took a deep breath because there was another 20 minutes where
that came from!
I was pretty sure though that Dr. Naismeth was wrong about me and my clitoris.
I mean just getting on the elevator after I left her office I could feel my
pussy throbbing. The guy on the elevator was average, middle aged, balding,
slightly overweight. I felt no attraction for him. His face looked dull to me
and I doubted we'd have much in common. My heart didn't race, my mind didn't
wander to the things he'd like to do to me. I felt...nothing inside. But my
clit was hard already, aching and as I stood there I could feel it, like a
fire spreading between my legs. Masturbation wouldn't do it for me, it never
did, even if I could have found a place. I needed a cock inside me, that's
what my clit was telling me. A big fat hard long piece of prick to slide
between my nether lips and make me feel good.
I stared down at my feet because I knew that fire would spread. My belly would
start churning with it, my nipples growing hard and stiffening. My lungs would
labor and my heart palpitate. And trapped in that squirming 5'4" body would be
me, helpless and protesting until even that was lost. No...I shook my head and
the guy must have thought I was a little crazy. Dr. Naismeth didn't know, she
couldn't know. Somehow my wiring had gotten messed up and it wasn't my head
that was wrong, it was my clit. I had to fix it.
I work as a realtor, and I went back to the office, but it wasn't long before
I told my boss I was going out to look at some property. But the property I
was looking at was 9 inches of hard cock belonging to the manager of the local
Denny's, if you can believe that. We'd been fucking for years and I never got
tired of it. But I was unhappy with myself afterwards, feeling his cum running
down my thighs as I walked back out to my car. Clitorectomy, I thought...
=-=-==-=-=
"Steve?" It was the first time we'd seen each other in a couple days. I was
full of sperm from another man, but I was too tired to take the shower I
needed. I just laid down next to him on our bed and stretched a little. "That
clitorectomy thing, do think it really works?"
He turned to look at me. "I don't know. That's what they seemed to be saying
on that TV show, but they didn't make it sound like very much fun for the
girls."
"Yeah." I nodded. "But if it meant...well, if it meant I wouldn't go out
and...do stuff. Would you uh, I mean could you be home too? Like a real
husband?"
I just couldn't bring myself to flat-out ask him if he'd stop fucking other
women. It humiliated me to bring it up, the same way Steve generally refused
to discuss my relationships outside our marriage. We really were just
roommates, more than anything else, and that suddenly made me feel very sad
and lonely.
"I think so." He said after a minute.
"You...think so?" I closed my eyes.
"Well, I can't really know until it happens, Rachael. Be reasonable. I...well,
we've been living like this a long time and uh, if you got a clitorectomy...or
whatever, if you changed suddenly, then...it might take some time for me to
adjust."
"So you're saying no." I shook my head slowly.
"I'm not saying no. I'm saying maybe, given some time...yeah, I could change."
Steve was reaching. "Why? Do you think you want to do that?"
“I don’t know.” I reached down and felt my sex, soaking in the sperm of a
total stranger. I didn’t even remember his name, or if he’d even given me one.
“I just know I don’t want to live like this.”
=-=-=-=
I called every gynecologist in the phone book, each time my first question
was, “Does your clinic do clitorectomy procedures?” I was all the way down in
the S’s before I got the response I was looking for.
“Doctor Sandraskat’s office, may I help you?”
“Hi, good morning. I’m interested in having a clitorectomy performed on myself
and…” I instinctively paused, since that was about the time most of the
receptionists interrupted me, saying they didn’t do those.
“Yes?” The woman said, waiting for more, obviously. I felt my heart skip a
beat.
“Yes, uh…and I was wondering if I could make an appointment and maybe speak
with the doctor about it.”
“Certainly. May I ask you some questions first?”
“Oh, sure…yeah.” I told her.
“You said the clitorectomy was for yourself, right?” I told her yes. “And may
I ask your reasons for this?”
“My reasons?” I thought about it.
“Yes, like for religious reasons? Or traditional, perhaps?”
“Oh, no I’m catholic.” I laughed a little nervously. “I just, um…I have a very
high sex drive and uh, well…I just want to lose the temptation, I mean I’m
married and…”
“Oh, I see. Your husband then is also interested in you having this
operation?”
“Yes, oh…It was his idea, actually.” I frowned a little as I held the phone.
“Why? Is that…bad or something?”
“Oh no, it isn’t bad at all. Many women who come to our offices for
clitorectomy are married and doing it for their husband’s. You said you’re
catholic, are you…Caucasian then, Miss…”
“Rachael. My name is Rachael and well, I’m Amerasian, half Filipina actually.”
“Alright Rachael, well, if you’d like to come by I have opening tomorrow, at
2pm, or on…Friday, at 9am and most of next week is booked so…”
“Tomorrow would be great, sure…where are you located again?”
=-=-=-=-=
It was breakfast before I saw Steve again, he was just getting home at 6am ,
half dressed and smelling like pussy juice. I could taste it, or so I imagined
when he kissed me. But I’d only been home a half hour myself so perhaps he
could taste the sperm on my breath too.
“I was thinking dear.” I told Steve as I poured a cup of coffee for him. “If I
do get my clit removed, mmmm…well, I was thinking maybe you could do something
for me too.”
“Something for you?” He was grabbing some frozen bagels out of the fridge.
“Yeah. I mean, if I had my clit removed, just so I wouldn’t be out fooling
around, maybe you could do the same thing and then…Well, we would have that to
build on, you know?”
“Okay.” Steve nodded thoughtfully. “But, I don’t have a clit.” He grinned at
me.
“No.” I nodded too. “No, you don’t, but you could always, um…get castrated.”
The kitchen was silent for a few minutes.
“Castrated?” Steve looked at me finally and opened the bag of bagels. “You
mean get my balls cut off?”
“Yeah. And then you wouldn’t have to worry about trying to change and I’d feel
so much better about getting my clitoris removed.”
“My balls?” He repeated and rolled his eyes. “I uh, sort of like my balls,
honey.”
“Well, I know that! I like my clit too.” I laughed at him. “But seriously, if
sex won’t matter to me anymore…and that’s a good thing, right?”
“Riiiiiight.” Steve said slowly, dipping his head like he was looking for a
trap.
“Then uh, if sex doesn’t matter to you either, well…that would be a really
good thing, don’t you think?”
“Um…I think I’m going to be late for work if I don’t get in the shower.” He
started turning around.
“I’m serious, Steve!” I grabbed his arm. “I love you and I want to do it for
you, for us…but I need you to do it too. Okay?”
“I’ll…I’ll think about it, Rachael. I will.” And then he was gone, headed
upstairs to shower and change.
=-=-=-=
The doctor turned out to be a very nice man from Brunei, of all places,
although he said his ancestry was Indian. I believed him too. He looked like
Gandhi, kind of, or at least Ben Kingsley with a tan. Maybe a little taller,
but bald and friendly enough.
“So, Rachael, how do you do? I am Doctor Sandraskat and you are here
about…getting circumcised? Yes?”
I smiled and shook his hand. “Yes, that’s right. I want to have my clitoris
removed, if that’s possible.”
“Oh, it’s possible.” He sat down in his chair behind his desk, and I sat down
opposite him in a comfortable chair of my own, and crossed my hands over my
purse. “Perhaps you would explain why you’re interested in it?”
“Well, it was my husband’s idea initially.” After speaking with the
receptionist that seemed to be the easiest way to explain it. “You see, um…I
haven’t been exactly…faithful, to my husband.” I blushed a little.
“I see. So you have a lover?” He looked at me.
“No, not uh, not a lover…I see men sometimes, strangers and um…well…” I
shrugged and made a little face. “I just can’t seem to control myself. I mean
it feels so good I just want to…do it. A lot.”
“I see. So if we remove the offending clitoris then it will not feel good, and
you will be faithful and your husband will be happy.” He smiled. “Is that your
thinking?
“Yeah.” I nodded slowly. “I think so.”
"Uh-huh. Well, it is true that female circumcision can significantly reduce
the pleasure you will get from sex. It may even be expected to diminish your
interest in sex, as the activity will no longer be so…pleasant. You may find
yourself somewhat embarrassed by it, or mildly reluctant to have sex, even
with your husband because of a perceived…deficiency in your ability to
respond.”
I just sat there thinking it couldn’t really be all that complicated, could
it?
“I do many circumcisions for my female patients, particularly my younger
patients who are marrying in the traditional manner of their family. For
instance, last week there was a precious child of 14, a very nice girl from a
well to do family. She was marrying a man, a recent immigrant from New Delhi,
and he was very concerned you know.”
“Concerned?” I looked at the man.
“Yes, about this country. Americans are very…aggressive, you see. Everyone
knows this and he had very real fears that his new wife would enjoy the
attentions of other men, particularly American boys. The solution was too
remove the girl’s clitoris and she was happy to do this for her husband, of
course.
“Of course.” I nodded in agreement.
“She will be devoted to him now and not so distracted by those feelings, those
peculiar sensations between her legs. I did it and the family was very
grateful, believe me.”
“I do.” I said.
“Ah, and you are wondering why I am telling you this. It is because female
circumcision has been misunderstood and misrepresented for years! There are
very few women such as you, willing to accept the rightful decision of their
husbands, and curb the wanton desires inherent in their own bodies. It has
been labeled ‘Female Genital Mutilation’ by people who know nothing of the
cultures and traditions which practice it.”
I nodded and the doctor smiled at me.
“I am telling you this because you may hear things, or see things, which
suggest female circumcision is nothing but the rape of innocence by men. The
destruction of female independence. And nothing, I assure you, could be
farther from the truth. It is an act of love on the part of the husband, even
if it is not always obvious to those who do not understand. You would like to
save your marriage, yes?”
“Yes.” I licked my lips. “Very much.”
“Then, if you would like for me to do this for you, I will do it. My only
condition being that your husband must be here also. If you were not married,
it would be different, your father, or older brother would be here perhaps,
but since you are married…Your husband shall witness your devotion and assist
me in this gesture of true love and selfless devotion.”
“I understand.” I was nodding my head. “And the uh, cost…”
Doctor Sandraskat shook his head. “The cost is very little. A few hundred
dollars, merely to cover the expenses. My own time in such matters is of no
account whatsoever.”
“Really?” I smiled at him. “Thank you…I, that’s very generous.”
“Ahhh…” He waved a hand and smiled. “Here, let’s get these out of the way
then…” He slid some papers across the desk and I looked at them.
“What are these?” I asked.
“Oh, just the forms for doing the procedure…I find it’s best to take care of
the little things first."
“But if um…” I licked my lips.
“If you change your mind?” He smiled paternally. “Then nothing will ever
become of them. It’ just a convenience, really.”
I shrugged and wasn’t totally sure I should be signing anything, but he was a
very reassuring man and I couldn’t imagine changing my mind anyway. I was
desperate!
“There we go.” He watched as I signed and initialed them, and he filed them
away. “Now, whenever you’re ready, we won’t have to worry about anything but
the procedure.”
=-=-=-=-=
“Hi.”
I saw Steve a few days later. He came home unexpectedly during his lunch hour
and caught me riding the Fed-Ex delivery man. He’d knocked on our door by
mistake, but he did that once or twice a month it seemed. But he had a really
thick cock, like 10 inches around or something. I could barely suck it, but it
definitely fed my hungry pussy!
“Uhhh…” Steve just stood in the doorway staring at me. “Why aren’t you at
work?” He asked and then, “Nevermind I…see why.”
“Huh? Who are you talking to, daddy?” I heard a girl’s voice, a real little
girl’s voice, and it was Lonnie Ebertowski, the cute curly haired girl who
sold Girl Scout cookies at the mall. She was wearing her uniform and I
wondered why she wasn’t in school or something.
“Uh, nobody sugar. Let’s go to the other room and I’ll show you how to earn
that butt fucking merit badge we talked about!” Steve glanced at me and I
wagged my finger at him as I bounced my squishy over-stuffed pussy up and
down, ready to take a special delivery from Fed-Ex right up into my womb at
any second.
Lonnie stared at me and lifted her 15 year old hand, wriggling her fingers and
giggling. “Hi Bill!” She wasn’t waving at me at all, and I looked down as the
Fed-Ex guy, who’s name I hadn’t even known, waved back. I made a mental note
to talk to Lonnie about getting circumcised before she ended up like me…er, I
guess it was probably too late.
=-=-=-=-=
Later though, I said “Hi again.”
And this time we weren’t too busy for talking. I was getting dressed to go
out. It was amateur stripper night at the Bodyshop and I always had a good
time there. Steve was dressing up too, I guess that new waitress at Hooters
had finally given him a date.
“Hi.” He looked at me and whistled. “You look great.”
“Thanks.” I smiled back. “So do you.”
It was sort of an awkward moment. “You know I love you right?” He asked me
suddenly.
“Yeah.” I brushed a little black hair back from my eyes. “I love you too,
Steve. More than anything.”
He nodded. “I was um, thinking about the castration thing and…Well, what you
said. We can’t live like this. And uh, I can’t live without you.”
He walked close to me and hugged me from behind, so we just looked at
ourselves in the mirror. Two beautiful people, in love with each other,
married to each other…and going out to fuck someone else, just because…why? I
didn’t really know. Because of our anatomy, I decided. My clit and his balls.
They were ruining everything.
“I can’t live without you either, Steve. But I…I can’t do it if I’m alone.” I
looked down at his large gentle hands holding me. “We could be so happy.” I
whispered.
“Yeah.” He swallowed hard. “You...um, you’re right, Rachael. You find a doctor
and uh, I’ll do it, okay? For you.” He turned me around and looked into my
soft brown eyes.
“For us.” I said softly and we kissed like we hadn’t in a long, long time and
it was so nice. But then it was time to get going. Me to a bar full of horny,
middle-aged, blue collar men who cashed their paychecks in one dollar bills;
and him to a college coed named Becky who had boobs the size of Kansas. But I
was smiling anyway. Steve had told me he’d do it!
=-=-=-=-=
It was a lot easier finding a doctor to do a castration! I guess they do a lot
of those, or something. The very first place I called said they did
castrations all the time! Of course the name of the place was Allison’s Male
Health Center. I didn’t know who Doctor Allison was, but male health was
definitely the issue!
“Hi, good morning. I’m calling to see about getting my husband castrated?”
“Oh sure!” It was a chipper young girl whose name, by some weird quark of
fate, was Becky. “I’m Becky! Is this a referral?”
“No, um…I just saw your add in the yellow pages.”
“Oh great! Cool! Um…Well, sure we castrate men all the time! Lisa, I mean Dr.
Allison, is one of the very best ball cutters in the whole country! So many of
the men who come in here are first timers, you know. But Lisa, uh…sorry…Dr.
Allison really has a way with men!” She giggled. “She has a way with women
too, but…oh, uh…Did you say you were married? Never mind…Anyway, would you
like to make an appointment? We do a consultation first, of course and then
later…snip-snip! And you’ll be soooo happy!”
I wondered a little at the rather relaxed attitude of the receptionist this
Dr. Allison person had answering her phones, but I thought a consultation
would be good, even if I ended up looking for a different clinic.
Luckily they were able to get me in that very day and Becky looked just like
she sounded. Decidedly sexy and rather rounded all over, but not
fat…just…round and curvy and blonde, and trying to pop out of her little white
uniform every chance she got. I seriously feared one of the buttons on her
straining blouse would hit me in the eye when it popped off, so I didn’t look
at her a whole lot.
“Rachael, Nice to meet you. I’m Dr. Allison.”
Lisa Allison was everything her airhead receptionist wasn’t. She was tall,
dark, and rather beautiful, in a severe sort of way. I imagined she’d look
good in a leather cat suit holding a whip. She gave me a look too, not unlike
the men at the Bodyshop had the night before. It surprised me a little, but at
least she didn’t say any of the things those men had been telling me.
“Hi. Nice to meet you too.” I smiled and licked my lips a little self-
consciously as the women looked me slowly up and down.
“So, have a seat…Let’s talk about your…husband is it?” She had a little sofa,
like a loveseat in her office and we sat very close together, so our knees
were touching, just a little.
“Yes, my husband.” I nodded. “I really want to have him castrated.”
“Okay, perfectly understandable.” She smiled. “And how does …what’s his name?”
“Steve.”
“How does Steve feel about being castrated? Was this his idea…or yours?” She
already seemed to know the answers, judging from the way her voice seemed to
tease me just a little.
“It was my idea, yeah.” I took a little breath and decided it might be best if
Dr. Allison didn’t know about my impending clitorectomy. I somehow doubted a
woman like her would understand. “And well, he wants to save our marriage.”
"Ah, marriage yeah…” Dr. Allison tapped her clipboard with her pen. “The enemy
of any happy woman, Rachael, is balls.” I started to smile but she cut me off.
“No, I’m serious. Balls are everything that’s wrong with the world wrapped up
in one wrinkled hairy little sack. And not even a very attractive sack, at
that!”
We did smile then. “Well, he loves me and uh, I told him I just couldn’t go on
if he was fooling around, you know?”
“Oh, I know.” She touched my knee to make her point, but didn’t remove it like
you'd expect. “So many of my patients are brought in by their wives. Women
full of concern for their family, for their children and homes, because their
husbands just couldn’t keep their balls from running their lives. Many, many
women have broken down and wept, right here in this office, telling me of
their husband’s infidelities!”
"I, uh…” I didn’t know what to say.
“And do you know what I tell those women, Rachael?” Her hand was sliding up
and down the inside of my thigh. “I tell them to stand up for themselves! To
be a woman and assume her proper place as an equal…” Dr. Allison looked me in
the eyes and her fingernails grazed my skin. “…even superior, partner in their
relationship. Balls do not make the man, Rachael. A woman can live just fine
without them, believe me!”
“I believe you…” I whispered.
“You know, just this morning I had a woman who brought in her husband. She’d
been trying for years to stop his fooling around, but nothing worked. She’s a
beautiful woman too. A vibrant, sexy, delicious woman with so much to
offer…But this man, he was never satisfied. Everything in a skirt was fair
game and he made no secret about it. Sound familiar?”
She smiled at me and her hand slipped across to my other thigh, pushing my
legs apart slightly.
“I can see it does.” She continued without my reply. “Well, she brought him in
finally, telling him that I was a a chiropractor, of all things!” Dr. Allison
laughed. “The hardest part was getting his hands off Becky long enough to sign
the consent forms. The poor girl, I had to console her all during lunch
today!”
Dr. Allison glanced at the door and her fingertips were rubbing across my
panties.
“Once he signed though, we handcuffed the bastard, gagged him, and cut those
evil orbs off without so much as an aspirin!”
“W-What?” I looked up suddenly. “I love my husband!”
“Well, of course you do! That’s why you’re here, Rachael!” Dr. Allison smiled
and used her other arm to hug me, balancing her clipboard across her knees.
“And I’ll take good care of him, I promise! But believe me when I tell you
this, cutting off a man’s balls to keep him from fucking all your friends,
well…Don’t you think he deserves a little pain?”
“Uh…” I didn’t really want to hurt Steve! “I think um, no…he’s a good man.” I
looked at Dr. Allison. “If you’re going to do it, then you have to do
it…gently. Okay? No pain, no…humiliation. He’s doing it because he loves me."
Dr. Allison smiled like she’d heard that before. “Whatever you say, Rachael.
But just remember sweetie, if he makes a run for it, you’ll never get him back
on the table!” I nodded.
“The only other thing is…” Dr. Allison looked at me. “You need to be here,
okay? I mean it. Part of the process, the mental healing process for both of
you, is seeing his nuts cut. And it helps so much more if you’re the one to do
it. At least one of them.” Dr. Allison shrugged. “I sort of like it too,
therapeutic, you know.”
“Uh, me?” I stared at her, ignoring her fingers as they traced my slit.
“Uh-huh.” Dr. Allison smiled. “Do you want me to suck your clit?”
“Wha…?"
But she was already down on the carpet…
=-=-=-=-=
“Dear Steve, I need to see you tonight. I made reservations at the Four
Seasons, so meet me there at 8:00 sharp! I love you! R.”
If there was any proof to the necessity of what my husband and I were
planning, it was plainly evident in the fact that we had to write notes to
each other.
At least he was on time and the Four Seasons was a nice, romantic restaurant.
It was a little strange going in there with my husband, since between us I was
pretty sure we’d fucked most of the employees and maybe a third of the
customers. A lot of men, sitting with their wives and children, pointedly
ignored me. I think Steve was getting the same treatment from the fairer sex.
We talked a little, enjoying ourselves and finding that yes, even after 3
years of marriage and hundreds of torrid sexual encounters with other people,
Steve and I were decidedly still hopelessly in love. I was ready to fuck him
right there on the table, especially when I started telling him about our
appointments.
“Next Thursday, at umm…10am, we’re going to see Dr. Allison.” I smiled. “Her
name is Lisa and she’s very sweet and she is going to castrate you.”
Steve looked at me and bit his lower lip the way he does when he’s nervous.
“Okay.” He said softly.
“And then, right after lunch, at 1pm on the following Monday we’re going to
see Dr. Sandraskat. He looks like Gandhi, sort of.” I grinned. “Anyway, and
he’s going to um…do a clitorectomy on me. Cut off my clit and the labia
minora…”
“Labia minora?”
“The little lips on the inside of my cunt, dear.” I smiled at the waiter who
gave me a very funny look. “A little more wine, thanks.” I liked wine a lot.
“I see.” Steve glanced at the man and then looked back at me.
“Now, I’m going to be there when your balls get cut off. Dr. Allison insisted
on it. And You have to be there when I get my clit cut off, because Dr.
Sandraskat insisted on that!” I chuckled softly. “And then…”
“And then we’ll be happy.” Steve nodded and then smiled at me. “I love you,
Rachael.”
“I love you too, Steve!” We went home and celebrated by fucking each other,
knowing we only had a few chances left for that. I sort of wished Steve hadn’t
been wearing a condom though.
=-=-=-==-=-=-=-=
Thursday arrived!
Steve had taken the day off, in fact he’d taken a week off, since he figured
he’d probably be a little sore, judging from the information pamphlets Becky
had given me. He was nervous too, I could see it. He hadn’t slept well at all
that night and he had way too much coffee that morning. He couldn’t sit down
for more than 10 minutes…It was sort of driving me crazy, so I was glad when
it was time to go.
“Are you uh…are you sure about this, Rachael?” Steve was asking me in the car.
He was driving about half the posted speed limit and I told him he’d better
step on it.
“I’m sure I love you.” I smiled. “I’m sure I want to save our marriage. Don’t
you?”
“Yeah.” He nodded quickly. “Oh yeah, but uh, I mean this doctor…I mean maybe a
second opinion…”
“A second opinion?” I laughed and leaned over to kiss his cheek. “You’re being
silly.”
As soon as we walked in the office I could tell Steve was unhappy. He looked
around like a caged animal, even when Becky walked over to greet us, he barely
looked at her, which was definitely strange since she was wearing a nurse's
uniform that must have come from a BDSM catalog.
“Hi!” She bubbled over with cheer. “You must be Steve! I’m Becky and today,
I’m going to prepare you for surgery! Won’t that be fun! We’re going to wash
your balls and your big ol’ penis, and shave and everything! I’m even going to
have to drain some of that sperm out of there, if that’s okay with you,
Rachael…I know some wives like to do that themselves.”
I shook my head. “No, please…be my guest.”
“Oh goody! Steve, you just sign this for me…” Steve signed without really
reading anything. “And this…And this…and right here…and initial this this this
and this…Great! Now come right this way…and be a good boy and you’ll get a
sucker, okay?” She giggled.
A sucker yeah…I thought with a groan.
“Rachael, uh…” Steve was looking at me and I just kissed him and gave him a
little push.
“You just go along now, Steve and remember…This is for us, honey.”
He nodded and I knew he was overwhelmed by it all. His fight or flight
instinct was kicking in and I really hoped he would do neither because Dr.
Allison had seemed pretty happy with the idea of doing Steve without any pain
killer.
Dr. Allison came along and found me a minute later. “Hi Rachael! Mmmm…you look
beautiful today! Becky has your husband?”
I nodded. “Yeah she said she was going to wash him an drain his sperm off, or
something.”
“Yeah, that’s right. Would you like to watch?” She looked at her watch. “We
have time.”
“Oh, um…I don’t know.” The idea of watching bubbly Becky drain my husband’s
balls didn’t sound appealing, but Dr. Allison took me by the hand and pulled
me along to an observation room. It was sort of funny, because there was a
window and some chairs and a speaker played all the sounds from the other
room.
“Don’t worry, he can’t see us.” Dr. Allison assured me.
“Okay, Steve, now just take off your clothes for me…that’s right…”
I watched as Steve slowly undressed with help from Becky. She sighed, and
pouted, and coaxed, and prodded, and I was sort of surprised at how she was
able to get him undressed and on the little operating table. He didn’t even
protest when she strapped his wrists and ankles down!
“Becky’s very good with men.” Dr. Allison smile at me. “I found her working in
Las Vegas. So much potential to do good, wasted on 20 dollar lap dances.”
“Oh.” I shrugged. “Right.”
“Now, let’s wash and shave those pretty balls of yours, Steve!” Becky was
smiling and she gasped as my husband’s cock started to rise. “Oh! Look at you,
Steve! Oh my! Whatever will we do about that?”
Dr. Allison sat close to me and her mouth was next to my ear. “How do you like
seeing your husband strapped down, Rachael?” Her hand found my right breast,
squeezing me gently through my blouse. “We could do anything we wanted to him
in there. He signed the releases already.”
“But I…” I started to protest, but then Dr. Allison was kissing me and her
other hand was going up, underneath my skirt to rub my pussy. All I could do
was kiss her back.
“I know what we can do, Steve!” Becky was giggling and she unzipped her dress,
wriggling out of it so she stood in white fishnets and a lacy see through
g-string, perched on 3” heels. Her breasts defied gravity and had the longest
nipples I'd ever seen on a woman. “We can drain those balls now!”
She’d shaved my husband’s crotch, everything from his balls, up to and around
his cock was clean and a healthy freshly scrubbed pinkish color. It was nice
and I wondered why more guys didn’t shave.
I was leaning against the big plate of one-way glass by then. Dr. Allison had
brought a surprise just for me, a 12” black dildo that she reamed my hungry
pussy with, making me quiver and moan and pant like a dog. I stared through
the glass as my breath fogged it up a little, watching as Nurse Becky turned
to a cabinet and pulled out a large syringe.
“Now, you stay very still Steve and this will feel really good! But if you
move…” She shook her head. “It can be a little painful.”
“Wha-What are you doing?” Steve stared at her.
“I’m going to drain some of that sperm, silly!” Becky giggled and I groaned
behind the glass. "You never know, Rachael might want a baby someday!"
“I-I thought we weren’t g-g-gonna hurt him…Ohhhh!” I was breathless as Dr.
Allison had decided I needed a little fisting too.
“Oh…He’ll be fine Rachael. Just watch!” Dr. Allison whispered from behind me
and then I felt her hand inside me and I started cumming hard, forgetting all
about my husband!
“N-No…No…Please!” Steve was shaking his head. “Rachael! Rachael!” He was
yelling, but I couldn’t do anything by then! I was busy grinding my pussy back
on Dr. Allison’s arm.
“Tsk-tsk-tsk…Here we go!” Becky said and I stared in shock as the woman
grabbed my husband’s balls in her left hand, pulling them and squeezing them
too I thought, judging from the way his whole body went rigid. “You’re going
to feel a little...pinch!” Becky giggled as she pushed the needle into one of
them, slowly and my husband screamed with pain!
“Ohhhh God!” I was cumming again and I pounded the glass uselessly with my
fists as my whole body just convulsed around Dr. Allison’s hand.
Becky smiled at my husband. “Shhhh…quiet now, don’t be such a big baby! This
doesn’t hurt that much!” But she had that needle jammed into his testes and
she pulled back the plunger, drawing pinkish white sperm into the syringe. She
did it slowly until the whole thing was full. “Mmmm…Good boy, Steve! That’s
10cc’s of pure semen mostly!”
She held it up and unscrewed the needle carefully, replacing it with some sort
of cover and set the syringe in a little box marked 'cryo'. My husband was
much quieter now, but his body was flushed and covered with perspiration. His
cock however, hadn’t flagged at all!
“See?” Dr. Allison had moved her mouth to my ass, licking and sucking at my
anus while she fisted me to 3 or 4 good orgasms. “He liked it! They always
do!”
“Ohhhhh…” I moaned and that was the only reply I could make because then she
was back down there, tongue fucking my ass with her pretty face.
“Now...” Becky was smiling too. “You were such a good boy for me, staying all
hard and everything, I’m going to give you that sucker you wanted! Okay?” She
licked her lips and I could see my husband nodding, his body relaxing a
little.
“Here we go!” Becky was bending over, finding a hose with a strange looking
long rubber mouth on the end of it. “Now, we just put this right on here like
that…Get a good seal there...”
“What? What are you doing…I thought…”
“You thought I was going to…put it in my mouth?” Becky giggled. “Ewwww! Come
on, Steve! This is a clinic! We don’t do that!” She leaned close and
whispered.
“No…please, uh…Becky…just…”
“Shhh…now you be quiet now and let the sucker uh…suck…and it’ll get all that
nasty man sperm out of there, okay?” She reached under the table and flipped a
switch and there was a soft whirring sound. My husband immediately stiffened a
little, maybe expecting pain, but I guess it felt good, because he relaxed and
even smiled a little.
“See?” Becky was standing next to him with her hands on her hips. “Not so bad,
is it?”
It wasn’t bad for me either as Dr. Allison brought the dildo to my now very
wet and relaxed asshole, shoving it slowly inside me so that I was trying to
stand on my tip-toes from the pleasure of the painful penetration.
“Just a little more, Rachael…” She was teasing me and her other hand was still
in my pussy, twisting around so her knuckles dragged across the soft walls of
my sex. “Just watch hubby in there, and think about how nice it’ll be without
balls to ruin everything!”
“Ohhhh Yessss….” I hissed.
My husband was moaning. His back arching and his butt bouncing off the
cushions on the table. “Ohhh Christ! I’m cummin…I’m cumming…Ohhhhh…”
“Oh, yes you are Steve!” Becky clapped her hands. “Look at that!” She pointed
at a glass container mounted on the wall with a hose running into it. Sperm
was spraying out in short rapid jets, splashing into the bottom and it seemed
like there was quite a lot of it, at least to me.
“Ohh shit!” My husband gritted his teeth. “Turn it off…Arggh! Turn it off! It
hurts…Oh shit!”
“Oh no, Steve! We can’t turn it off…” Becky shook her head. “Not until we get
all that stuff out of there!”
“W-Why?” Steve gasped.
“Why?” Becky shrugged. “Because when Lisa, I mean Dr. Allison, cuts off your
balls we’re going to inject them with silicon, you know, so they keep their
shape better. Well, actually we’ll do that just before she cuts them off, but
you know what I mean.”
“S-Silicon?”
“Yes, silly…and then we’ll put them on a nice lacy ribbon, like a garter, you
know, and give them to your wife. They look so nice like that and she’ll
always have them! All the women love it…Some of them dangle them from the rear
view mirrors in their cars, some use them for book markers, one women even
used hers for Christmas Tree decorations! She had them plated in silver!"
“UGGGHH!!” Steve was screaming now, but not entirely because of what that pump
was doing I thought.
“Oh!” Becky looked at the jar and it was over half full! “I think you’re done,
oh my! That was a lot Steve!” She turned off the machine and my husband
collapsed.
“Ohhh my God!” I was cumming again. Dr. Allison was fucking my ass hard with
that dildo and had pulled her hand from my pussy, using her mouth on me
instead. It was all I could do to keep from collapsing into a puddle of girl
goo on the floor.
“Are you ready to cut your husband’s balls off, Rachael?” Dr. Allison was
breathing heavily and I nodded. She pushed the dildo in a fraction deeper.
“Keep that in there, we don’t want to lose it.”
She stood up and pulled my panties up, over the bare inch of black phallus
that jutted from my stuffed anus. Then she pulled my skirt down, smoothing it
and smiling at me. I could barely walk!
“Good afternoon, Steve how are you feeling?” Dr. Allison walked briskly into
the operating room and smiled at my husband. Becky was washing his balls,
thighs, and penis, and entire pubic area with some foaming orange stuff,
scrubbing him gently as he groaned. “You have his sperm?”
Dr. Allison looked at Becky and the blonde giggled and nodded. “Yes Mistress!”
She made a face. “Oops! I mean, Doctor! I put it in the freezer already and
um, there’s a lot in the semen sucker, I mean the uh, jar thing over there…”
She pointed.
“Okay, well, Rachael and I will go scrub up and then we’ll cut off those
balls, hmmm?” She smiled at my husband and he looked into my eyes.
“R-Rachael…?”
“Shhh…I’ll be right back, honey.” I told him. “You’re doing good!” I bent over
and kissed him tenderly, even though Dr. Allison’s big dildo in my ass was
seriously uncomfortable!
“I bet those balls hurt, huh?” I heard Becky talking to husband. “Don’t worry,
Steve, pretty soon they won’t hurt at all!” And she was smiling as she reached
for another big syringe.
We washed up and I put on a big green smock over my clothes and some thin
rubber gloves over my hands.
“Ready Rachael?” Dr. Allison smiled and kissed me, pushing her tongue between
my lips. “This is the first day of the rest of your life!” She smiled and we
went back into the surgery.
“Okay um…Are you sure you want some anesthesia for your husband?” Dr. Allison
looked at me, but I was distracted, watching Becky leave the room. “She’s just
going to clean up.”
“Oh, um…yeah. I mean he’s already hurting I think.” I nodded.
“Rachael?” Steve looked up at me. “What did they do to me?”
“What is it honey?” I asked him.
“My balls…Oh Christ they hurt!” He was sweating. “That…girl gave me…some
shots…”
I looked at Dr. Allison. “Oh.” She smiled. “Becky just injected his testicles
with a silicon compound and a hardening agent. Basically there’s some
chemicals in his balls right now, sort of like epoxy cement, that are eating
through the softer inner tissues. But don’t worry, the outer shell of the
testes won’t be harmed at all and in an hour or so you’ll be able to bounce
your husband’s balls off the floor. Very resilient stuff.” She smiled.
Steve and I both stared at her. Steve because he’d just caught on that he was
truly nullified now, even if he kept his balls attached, they were…useless.
Totally! And me because…well, because they’re didn’t really seem to be a
reason to castrate him anymore, did there? I mean having rubber super balls
hanging there was the same thing, really, and it would even save him some
little pain from the surgery and maybe even more, the humiliation of being
totally ball-less.
“Then uh, maybe we don’t really have to cut him? Right?” I looked at Dr.
Allison. “I mean, no more sperm or anything…no…desire? Right?”
“Weeeellll…” Dr. Allison shrugged. “The thing is, I mean there are possible
complications from leaving his balls attached to his body. So far as his
immune system is concerned your husband now has two very large tumor-like
masses where his balls used to be. His body is going to try and attack
it…Ummm…they really do need to come off, I'm afraid."
“Oh.” I nodded.
“Rachael…I…I want to go home…” He really didn’t look so good.
“I know dear.” I stroked his cheek. “Okay, well, let’s do it.” I smiled at Dr.
Allison. It would be sort of neat to see it, I thought.
Becky returned shortly, cleaned and dressed and pushing a cart with scalpels
and clamps and surgery needles and thread and scissors and stuff. Dr. Allison
gave my husband a series of shots, around his groin, telling us that would
deaden the nerves down there, so he wouldn’t feel a thing. I have to admit it
was exciting and I was getting a little hot watching as Dr. Allison went to
work. It was pretty simple really; she told me how taking a guy’s nuts was her
true passion. Ever since she’d been a little girl she always wanted to
castrate things. She’d started with animals, dogs mostly, Dr. Allison said.
She’d grown up on a farm though, so she’d seen horses get it done too, and
bulls, and even pigs, when they were newborn. Anything with balls was fair
game, in her opinion, and that had include her cousin Jimmy.
“I put the Elasticator on his balls and tightened down…” She giggled. “He was
only 13 at the time and honestly, I didn’t really know I had one trapped under
the band. You know they’re made for horses, the one I used, and those bands
are wide and thick, compared to a boy. It popped his ball like marshmallow.”
My husband was shaking as we listened to her.
“That’s what it felt like anyway. I mean as soon as he screamed and passed out
I loosened it back up. But it was too late. I knew I was going to be in
trouble” She smiled at me. “So you know what I did?”
“No.” I was breathing hard, watching her hands as she’d made a series of
incisions and just seemed to pop one of my husband’s nuts out, onto a small
round plastic dish.
“Well, I popped the other one too!” Becky laughed and nodded at Dr. Allison.
“I mean, trouble is trouble, so why not have fun? I was only 14 though, so it
wasn’t that bad.” She picked up a funny looking scissors. “Okay, here we go,
Ummm…just cut those little cords right there…oh.”
She glanced at Steve who was awake and alert and staring at the big mirror
Becky had set up so he wouldn’t miss anything. “Did you want to say anything
to your husband?” Dr. Allison shrugged. “Some wives do.”
“Um.” I looked at Steve and snipped the scissors a couple practice times in
the air. “I’m so proud of you dear. Now we’ll never have to worry again!”
“R-Rachael…” He started saying something, but he closed his mouth abruptly
when I just severed his testicle from his body, easy as cutting a bit of
string, really.
“One down Steve!” Becky smiled at him. “What a big brave boy you are! And so
nice of you to do this for your wife!"
“That’s right Becky, Steve’s a good boy now…” Dr. Allison laughed and pulled
my husband’s other testicle free, holding it up in her hand. “I can feel it
hard already, I love that silicon. You know, they use that stuff on space
shuttle too.” She nodded. “Okay, well…Here’s one small snip for a man, and
one…” Dr. Allison looked at me and raised her eyebrows. “…small snip for me
too.”
She cut off his last remaining nut and dropped it with a soft slightly mushy
thud into the bowel with the other. “No big deal.” She said under her breath.
“Okay, let’s make him pretty now. Uh, Rachael, you know he did sign a consent
form for a penectomy too…”
“What?” Steve jerked at the words. “I d-did what?”
“Don't you think he’d look nice if he was really smooth down there?” Dr.
Allison looked at me.
“Wait…N-No! R-Rachael…Rache!”
“You know those guys when they get their balls cut off…” Becky whispered
loudly. “Their cocks get all soft and little and stuff, like a 6 year old
boy’s or something.” She made a face and honestly the thought of seeing my
husband for the rest of our lives with a soft little penis between his legs
didn’t really appeal. But that might have been because of the dildo in my ass
and the fire still burning in my pussy.
“Really?” I looked at Dr. Allison.
“N-No…Wait a minute…I-I didn’t…Noooo!” Steve was really jerking now, but his
lower body was asleep anyway, so he really wasn’t going too far. Especially
being restrained and all!
“Steve, honey…” I leaned down and smoothed his hair. “Shhhh…Listen to me…”
“B-But Rachael….You can’t…I mean…please, my dick…I…we didn’t talk about that!”
He was wide-eyed and afraid and I nodded sympathetically.
“Don’t let her do it, okay? D-Don’t let her take away m-my manhood too!”
“I know, Steve…I know sweetheart…” I kissed him. “But really, you aren’t a man
any more, dear!” I gave him a hopeful smile, wishing I knew how to make him
understand that I didn’t really want to look at his useless penis all
shriveled up and soft for the rest of my life.
“It really is for the best.” Becky smiled at me. “And he’ll be so much
less…intimidating!” She scrunched up her shoulders a little. “Dicks make me
nervous.”
“Rachael…” Steve was calling me desperately.
“Okay.” I nodded at Dr. Allison, “Just take everything, I don’t want to see
his penis get all small and ugly."
Dr. Allison nodded sympathetically. “You’re doing the right thing. He’ll be a
little…worried for awhile, but believe me, once you show him off to your
friends…he’ll calm down.” She laughed and I smiled at the thought of parading
my smooth penis-free husband out for my friends. Some of them would like it, I
decided.
“Nooo!” Steve was yelling and Dr. Allison gave Becky a little nod.
I watched as they started an IV, jut to be safe, Dr. Allison said, because
anesthesia was a big thing. They hooked up a machine to monitor his heart and
breathing and blood pressure and the whole time Steve was begging me not to
let Dr. Allison cut off his dick.
“All ready?” Dr. Allison smiled at me and I nodded.
“No, please Rachael…I love you…don’t do this to me…”
Becky picked up a gas mask and smiled at me. “He needs to go to sleep now; do
you want to do it?”
I nodded and took the gas mask from her, following Becky’s directions and
putting it over Steve’s face. He was crying a little and staring up at me with
big wounded eyes.
“Okay Steve…now just breathe deep and when you wake up, everything will be
just…fine.” I nodded reassuringly. He struggled a bit, but it didn’t take long
at all before my sweet husband was unconscious, dreaming of his new life as
a…I wasn’t sure what to call a man with no dick and no balls. Well, not a man,
that was for sure. Smoothie, I decided, sounded pretty cute.
“Alrighty then!” Dr. Allison gave me a smile. “Let’s get rid of that dirty old
penis.” She’d already started sewing up the place where his balls had been and
it looked pretty good to me. A little tender and reddish maybe and the
surgical stitches were black, but they were tight and she told my they’d look
pretty good, with barely noticeable scars when he was healed.
We'll finish with his scrotum after we do his penis, it'll be so nice running
his urethra down lower I think. Dr. Allison smiled at me and I nodded, having
no opinion really.
“I can’t believe you’re going to remove his penis.” I looked down at it, lying
flaccid against his belly. Becky had taped it down so it would be out of the
way when we cut off his balls.
“Oh yeah, Lisa, I mean Dr. Allison loves cutting off cocks!” Becky giggled and
reached down, feeling the dildo stuck 11 inches deep in my butt. “No wonder
you were walking funny!”
She gave it a little push through my clothes and I wiggled my but with a grin.
“Ouch!” I said, but it didn’t really hurt, it just felt good. “But how’s he
going to pee?”
“Oh, we’ll give him a little pee hole, right down there at the bottom. It’ll
be a little different for him, having to sit down every time he wants to
urinate, but maybe that’ll just make him appreciate you more.” Dr. Allison
gave me a smile. “And he might experience some muscle control problems, so you
might want to buy him some adult diapers until he figures it out. But really,
that isn’t a big problem and in a few days he’ll have adjusted physically just
fine.”
"You won't have to worry about the toilet seat anymore either!" Becky giggled.
“Okay.” I nodded. “He’s gonna be mad when he wakes up.” I thought aloud.
“Oh don’t worry about him!” Becky laughed. “He’s a sweetie, giving up his
balls for you like that. By the time he’s all healed he won’t even miss his
ugly old penis anyway.”
“Yeah.” Dr. Allison agreed. “Believe it or not most of my patients adjust
emotionally fairly quickly. Of course not having all that testosterone helps
too. He’ll be much more docile, very even-tempered. You’ll like it I
think…especially if you give him some positive reinforcement.”
“Positive reinforcement?” I rubbed my chin.
“Yeah, like…oh…using a dildo on him from time to time, maybe buy yourself a
strap-on, even. He won’t get very much physical pleasure from it, of course,
but you will…and it’ll let him know that his role has changed. He’s not your
lord and master anymore, Rachael. Perhaps if you have a lover…another woman,
for example…” She smiled at me. “…forcing him to watch might be good, or even
getting him to service her.”
“Oh yeah.” Becky nodded enthusiastically. “Remember Lucy’s husband? She always
made him watch when we fucked her!”
“If you have a male lover, well…that’s up to you.” Dr. Allison shrugged. “But
again, making Steve watch, even doing little things, like cleaning your sex
afterwards…”
"With his mouth!” Becky interrupted.
“…cleaning your lover maybe, you know…the little things that will teach him
his proper place in the world.”
“Now that he’s a total neuter!” Becky grinned. “His proper place is wherever
you tell him it is!”
I laughed and nodded and thought about every word the two women were saying to
me while my husband lay there, falling into his artificial sleep, and the
tools Dr. Allison would need were prepared in whatever that machine was that
sterilized them.
Finally though, it was time! I watched intently as Dr. Allison began with a
deep incision at the base of Steve’s penis. She explained to me that there
weren’t any major veins or anything, just one that was rather important and a
lot of smaller ones. I’m not sure; I didn’t understand everything she was
saying. But evidently she was going to find the blood vessels and tie those
off before she actually emasculated my husband. She worked slowly and
carefully, like she had all the time in the world, and I was glad of it too. I
watched as she pulled some tubes out of the incision, rubbery smallish things
and she said those were Steve’s urethra. She’d clamped those off too and then
she told me we could chop it all off.
“Would you like to cut off your husband’s cock?” Dr. Allison grinned at me
behind her surgical mask and I swallowed nervously.
“I, uh…yeah, I would, but…What if I…”
“Oh, don’t worry!” She laughed. “It’s real easy. We’ll use this…”
Becky produced a curving pair of what looked like pruning shears, almost,
except the blades came together first at the tips and formed an ever
tightening razor sharp enclosure. I took them and stared at the cold gleaming
surgical steel, honed to cutting edges that were beyond sharp.
“Just get it around the base, Becky, hold Steve’s penis up…pull it, there you
go…Now, Rachael down…closer to the bottom, close as you can get it…uh-huh,
that looks good. Now just take a breath and, don’t hold it…just let it out and
squeeze…gently…gently….there you go…see how it’s going into the flesh there?
It’s going to get a little harder, not too much though…squeeze, don’t jerk it,
yeah perfect…uhhhh….good…more…”
*SNICK*
The big curving scissors shut suddenly tight and I’d severed my husband’s
penis completely! Becky held it up, giggling as it dripped a little blood, but
not too awfully much.
“Wow!” She said. “That’s a nice one! It’s going to go right into the trophy
case!”
I was grinning and my heart was pumping madly and my pussy was soaked! I
stared at my husband’s cock as Becky handed it to me. Dr. Allison took only a
brief moment to admire it before she was going to work on the bare little
stump my husband had left. It was hardly even worth mentioning, really, less
than a quarter inch remained, like a raw circular wound.
“Oh my God!” I was shaking like a leaf now and Becky grinned at me.
“Pretty cool huh?” She looked at Steve’s cock as I examined it. “We’ll clean
it up and preserve it. There’s a display case in Lisa’s office, I mean Dr.
Allison’s, and we have 22 cocks in there right now…This one will be number
23!”
“Really?” I looked at the girl. “You’ve cut off 23 of them?”
“More than that.” Dr. Allison said as she worked on my husband’s stump. “A
number of women prefer to keep their husband’s cocks, you know…sentimental
reasons. Others don’t seem to care one way or the other.”
“Well…” I shrugged. “I don’t need it. Put it in your trophy case, that’ll be
neat.” I laughed. “Maybe I’ll bring Steve by sometimes just so he can look at
it.”
“Anytime!” Dr. Allison laughed too. Becky took Steve’s penis away, off to
store it in the freezer, or something, while I turned to see what the doctor
was doing.
“Well, I’m just going to clean all this up a little. Run his urethra down,
under the flesh here…you can see the channel I made and the tubes will go
right through there.” Dr. Allison whistled while she worked and it wasn't
really gross like I thought it would be. “Do you want him completely smooth?
Or do you like these little bumps?”
There was just a couple slight protrusions, an unevenness where my husband’s
cock used to be, small bumps of flesh that weren’t very big at all, but…
“Completely smooth.” I nodded. “I think he’ll look so nice if there’s nothing
there, you know?”
“Oh yes, I do know!” Dr. Allison nodded too. “Then I’ll just remove these…”
She used her scalpel, carefully trimming the flesh away. “Nice and smooth!”
Steve’s little pee hole was lower now, just underneath the place where the
base of his cock used to be, about the place where his balls used to be. It
wasn’t really a hole though, more like a little slit, like a pussy on a baby
looks. It was cute and Dr. Allison told me it worked really well, having a
soft little furrow of flesh maybe half an inch long and less than a quarter
inch deep.
“He’s got a little pussy!” Becky pointed and giggled. She’d returned and
leaned closer to look. “That’s so cute!”
“It’ll protect his urethra.” Dr. Allison was saying. “Just make sure he washes
in there regularly, and wipes after he goes potty.” She chuckled softly.
She used some sort of surgical skin stuff, not real skin, but a material that
covered the bare flesh where Steve’s dick used to be and it would stay there
until his body grew its own skin and then it would just slough away.
“That could take awhile, a few weeks at least and it’ll be longer than that
before he’s properly healed.”
She told me about swelling and bruises and keeping him clean and fighting
infection, all that stuff. He really was going to be like a big baby for
awhile, I thought. She used some surgical tubing to make a little semi-
catheter for him, running from his pee slit through the bandages so I wouldn’t
have to change them every time he urinated. It really wasn’t long before Dr.
Allison was all finished and she and Becky bandaged him up nicely, removed his
IV and all the monitoring stuff, and put some nice warm sheets over him.
“Just take him into the recovery room, Becky and uh…” Dr. Allison grinned at
me. “I’ll check on my other patient!”
She reached down; putting her gloved hand, still stained with my husband’s
blood under my skirt and grabbed the dildo in my ass. “Up on the table,
Rachael…Let’s see how much you liked cutting your husband’s dick off!”
I guess I’d liked it a lot because I was soaked and it didn’t take long at all
before Dr. Allison had me cumming like crazy, writhing all over that operating
table where my husband had so recently been totally emasculated!
=-=-=-=-=
“Steve? Honey…do you need to pee?”
I kissed his cheek. He had just a little fever, but he was taking his medicine
like a good boy. He’d slept a lot, but now he was home and I looked at the
bedside clock, knowing the doorbell was going to ring any second.
“N-No…” He said and he sounded dry, so I got his cup of water and put it to
his lips. “Wha…where are you going?”
“Me?” I smiled at him. “It’s Friday night, Steve. You know I always go out
clubbing on Fridays!”
“C-Clubbing?” He stared at me. “B-But I thought you…we…aren’t you going to
stay home?”
“Oh, sweetheart.” I stroked his cheek with my finger. “You’ll be fine and I
stayed home with you last night!” I sighed. “You know how I am, I need…penis,
dear! I can’t help it!” I shrugged. “But don’t worry, Monday Dr. Sandraskat is
going to take care of that…”
Just then the doorbell rang. It was Jack, a very nice man with a very nice
cock who seemed to think he could keep me on a short leash! I giggled a
little.
“I love you!” I gave my husband a kiss on the forehead and left him staring
helplessly after me.
=-=-=-=-=
“Steve?”
It was very late, or maybe very early, depending on how you defined such
things. “Wake up dear, I need to…uh…change your bandages.”
“Huh?”
My husband blinked at the bright lights. I’d turned them all on. “What…what is
it?” He swallowed and finally tried to focus on me.
“I’m going to change your bandages and well…” I looked over my shoulder at my
newest friends, Brian and his best man, John. “Brian is getting married
tomorrow and I thought I’d bring him here for his wedding present!” I laughed
at the confused look on my husband’s face.
“W-Why…”
“Well, you know, I told them all about how I had your balls cut off…” I raised
my eyebrows. “And your penis, and they didn’t believe me!” I rolled my eyes at
that. “So…I thought I’d show them. Besides, Dr. Allison thought it might be
good for your recovery if you saw me with a real man…” I glanced over my
shoulder again. “…or two.”
“R-Rachael…no…please…I...”
But I shushed him and removed his bandages very carefully as Brian and John
came closer to see.
“Holy shit!” Brian stared.
“Goddamn!” John flinched.
“Nice huh?” I smiled at them. My husband didn’t say anything, he just kept his
eyes shut so tightly little tears were leaking from the corners and he must
have been running an even higher fever than I thought, since he was so red.
“No wonder you need some dick, baby!” Brian was laughing and it wasn’t long
before we were on the bed, next to my dickless husband, fucking hard. I had to
try and remember to tell the guys not to bounce the bed too much though, since
my husband was still very sore.
“Ohhh right…” John chuckled and he was behind me as I rode Brian’s big hard
manly cock in my pussy. I moaned and forgot all about not bouncing when I felt
John’s thick cock pressing to my asshole.
“Ohhh…Rachael…” Steve groaned and looked at me and I was gasping, biting my
lips and making funny faces as both of my new friends double fucked me good!
“Uh…Uhhhh…fuck me…oh…..Shhhh…” I breathed. “S-Steve…Uh-huh! Uh…Don’t…oh!
W-Worry…Oh fuck me!....M-M-Mondaaaaay!” I was cumming so hard I couldn’t
finish, but Steve knew what I meant…after I had my clitoris removed,
everything would be fine!
=-=-=-=
“I made you some chicken soup, dear!”
Steve was relaxing on the couch, well…as much as he could anyway. He moved
around pretty slowly, and he grumbled a lot…Mostly asking me over and over
again how I could have removed his penis.
“How could you?” He was muttering and shaking his head, looking down at his
bandages.
“Oh shush now!” I put his soup on a little tray and stood there with my hands
on my hips. “It wasn’t going to do you any good anyway! Honestly, Steve…You
won’t even miss it!” I smiled at him. “I don’t!”
Ding-Dong!
The doorbell rang and I wondered who that could be. I walked the dozen odd
feet to the front door and it was little Lonnie Ebertowski and two other
girls, all about 15 or so and dressed so cute in their Girl Scout uniforms.
“Hi Lonnie.” I smiled at her, but maybe my voice had a slightly catty edge to
it. This little slut had been fucking my husband, after all.
“Hi, um…” The girls looked at each other and giggled nervously. “We were
wondering if Daddy, I mean Steve…” She blushed slightly. “Could come out and
play?”
“Yeah!” One of the other girls, a little redhead with freckles and obviously
hard and unrestrained nipples, nodded. “He was going to teach us about
blowjobs and stuff!”
“Ohhh…” I glanced over at my husband and shook my head as he turned his eyes
towards us.
“Uh-huh!” The third girl, a little blonde with her green skirt so short I
could see her white cotton panties peeking from between her creamy thighs,
said. “I really wanna learn!”
“Well, I don’t think Steve can teach you girls anything anymore.” I smiled and
shrugged. “He had his penis removed.”
“What?” The girls’ mouths opened and they stared at me.
“Yeah, just chopped his dick right off!” I made a slicing motion with my hand.
“And his balls too!”
“No way!” The redhead’s eyes were open really wide.
“Yeah.” I nodded. “Way.”
“But uh…” Lonnie looked positively heart broken. “It was so…big!”
“Yeah.” I sighed. “Used to be…Hey!” I smiled at them. “Do you guys want to see
what he looks like without a dick?”
“Oh yeah!” They all nodded and agreed excitedly and I could hear Steve
protesting.
“Rachael…No! J-Just send them away…D-Don’t tell anyone…Awww…Rachael it isn’t
funny!”
But I let the girls in and we walked into the living room, standing around my
husband as he blushed furiously and wouldn’t look at any of us.
“Here, let’s get these bandages off and you can see…” I started undoing the
cotton gauze, ignoring Steve’s weak attempts to stop me. “Now you be good,
dear. These girls just want to see what a person looks like with no penis or
balls.”
“Ohhh…” and “Wow…” and “Holy cow!” filled the room as the little teenagers
who’d been so eager to play with their ‘Daddy’ stared at my husband’s smooth
crotch. “How did you make him do that?” One of the girls asked me.
“Oh! I didn’t make him do it!” I giggled. “He wanted to! Didn’t you Steve?”
“No, not my…dick!” Steve shook his head.
“Oh, don’t you girls listen to him, he did want it…He was begging me to cut
off that ugly old penis he had!” I laughed. “Anyway, you girls run along and
tell all your friends, okay?”
“Wha…Rachael? No…please…Lonnie…D-Don’t tell anyone, okay?” He was pleading
with the girl.
“Oh, look…” The blonde had gotten down so she could see the little crease of
flesh where Dr. Allison had put his pee hole. “He’s got a little pussy now!”
She laughed and my husband just moaned.
“Ohhh…Look at that!” The redhead stared. “It does look like a little pussy!”
She laughed.
“Is that really a pussy?” Lonnie looked at me and I shook my head.
“No, it just looks like one, kind of, it’s only as deep as your fingernail…but
that’s where he pees now.”
“Please, uh…Lonnie…girls, this is a secret, okay?” My husband was almost
crying again.
“Secret?” Lonnie laughed. “No way! I’m gonna tell everybody…I thought you were
a man!” She sounded faintly disgusted. “I can’t believe I let you…do that to
me!”
She and her friends left and I closed the door behind them, shaking my head
sadly. “Well, it doesn’t take much to break a girl’s heart.”
“What?” Steve’s bottom lip trembled. “Why did you do that to me?”
“Oh, Steve…I just want you to accept the fact that you’re not a man anymore!
You shouldn’t be so upset because those girls laughed at you! And so what if
they tell everybody at school on Monday? You’re not a man anymore, dear…You
don’t have to pretend!”
“P-Pretend?” He stared at me.
“You know, all that…macho stuff.” I kissed his cheek. “Let’s have some soup
now and get you bandaged again. Some friends are coming over later and…”
“F-Friends?” Steve grimaced.
“Yeah, some guys I knew from college…You remember, Larry and Vince, and
oh…Mike is coming too!” I nodded happily. “Big Mike! You know he was the one
who was fucking me at our wedding!”
“H-He fucked you at our…wedding?” Steve’s jaw opened and closed several times.
“Before or…”
“Before and after, silly! He was your best man!” I laughed and thought of
John, he was being Brian’s best man right now at the church! I wondered if
Brian’s bride to be, whoever she was, appreciated my wedding present. I’d
given Brian a bunch of nice red hickeys all over his dick, it looked so cute
like that.
“B-But you never told me…that!”
“I know dear, I should have…But I’m telling you now, right?” I smiled.
“Anyway, I know you fucked all the bridesmaids so…It’s only fair!”
“I didn’t…I mean…”
“Oh, I know…Liz is a lesbian…so, you didn’t do her…I did.” I laughed. “You
know what I mean though! Anyway, that’s all behind us now, er…soon. After
Monday, everything will be all better!”
“Monday…” Steve sighed.
=-=-=-=
On Sunday I made sure was really comfortable so he could watch the big game on
TV and I was pretty exhausted, having been fucked by three very large cocks
from about 3 in the afternoon until 3 in the morning…Poor Steve didn’t get
much sleep, I don’t think. He just sat on the couch mostly and stared at us. I
mean our bed was just too small for three men and me and my husband, so we did
it on the living room floor.
I told Steve not to worry! He seemed to think I was rubbing his nose in the
fact that he wasn’t a real man anymore, by having all that sex right in front
of him. I mean before, we always kept our sexual adventures very far from each
other, out of respect and love, you know. But honestly, he didn’t have balls
or a cock, so I didn’t see the problem. Plus, if I was going to lose my clit
on Monday, I wanted to go out with a bang, you know?
One thing I found surprising though, was that I wasn’t feeling the same way
about having sex with other men. I mean, before I always felt…guilty about it.
I’d think it was my clit’s fault and I had no control and I really worried
about my behavior, but now…
Anyway, I watched a little football…but it was soooooo boring! Guys running
this way, and then they’d kick it…and then they’d run that way, and then
they’d kick it. I really didn’t see the point! So I found one of my old tapes,
I had a bunch of them, from my college days. Those guys in the audio-visual
lab loved to film me, and Steve and I took a little trip down memory lane! I
really thought he’d like seeing me, especially since the football team was on
it, well…on me, I should say. And it was a lot more interesting than just
running! But all Steve did was stare and sigh and look down at where his dick
used to be. I really wished I knew how to cheer him up!
“Don’t worry dear, after tomorrow…we’ll watch these tapes and laugh and wonder
what the big deal was!” I kissed him and went back to masturbating.
“Tomorrow…” Steve groaned.
=-=-=-=-=-=
Monday morning came and I was just hanging up the phone when Steve walked
slowly into the kitchen. He was moving a little better finally and his balls
were healing quickly, I mean…the empty spot where his balls used to be. His
little circular boo-boo where his cock had been was doing good too and I was
so glad!
“Aren’t you getting ready?” Steve looked at me. “It’s almost noon and your
appointment is at one, right?”
“Uh…” I smiled at Steve a little sheepishly. “You know, I just talked with Dr.
Sandraskat and I explained how you weren’t feeling too good, you know, sore
and stuff and…Well, I moved my appointment back…”
“What?” He almost yelled at me and I looked at my husband in shock.
“I’m doing it for you!” I stared at him hard. “If I can’t get around and take
care of you, and you’re in no condition to take care of me…Then we shouldn’t
be doing this! As soon as you’re all better then, I promise, I’ll get that
clitorectomy.”
“But Rachael, I feel…”
“No you don’t.” I shook my head. “And this is no time for false pride, either!
I told you, you don’t need to pretend that you’re a man anymore!”
“You promised me though…all weekend, you said on Monday…” He was whining and I
shook my head. “I know what I said Steve, now stop being such a big baby! I’ll
do it…after you’re healed, okay?” I kissed him, knowing he was just excited
and irritable from his operation.
=-=-=-=
A few weeks had gone by and Steve was feeling much better. He’d gone back to
work and everything! I was feeling much better too. I was starting to wonder
about that clitorectomy thing. I mean, I know how I’d felt before, that Steve
and I could be so happy without all that sexual tension in our lives, but
really…I just wasn’t feeling tense anymore. In fact, I did settle down a
little. I’d met a man named Carter who was just fine! He made me forget all
about the other cocks around me and I found myself spending more and more time
with him. He even liked Steve, I think, although Steve largely ignored Carter,
even when the man was pounding me on our bed next to my husband. I was trying
to think of a way to get Steve over his resentment and I remembered what Dr.
Allison had suggested when we’d cut off his balls and penis.
“Steve? Honey…” All three of us were in bed and I’d been snuggling up nicely
with Carter while my husband stared at the ceiling.
“What?” He said softly.
“Would you do me a favor?”
“What’s that Rachael?” Steve didn’t look at us. Carter smiled down at me,
since I was underneath him now with my long legs over his powerful shoulders.
I smiled back and leaned up to kiss him deeply. He was so sexy!
“Uh, Carter can’t seem to find my hole…would you be a dear and put his big
cock inside me?” I turned my face, smiling at Steve sweetly. “Please?”
“Wha…?" Steve frowned a little. “Rachael I…No…”
“Oh please! You know, I called Dr. Sandraskat’s office today and I made my
appointment for next week so…” I looked up into Carter’s handsome face and
sighed. “We won’t get to do this very much longer so…”
“Y-You did?” Steve did look at me then, smiling hopefully. “Really?”
“Yeah.” I smiled at him.
“She did, man.” Carter told my husband. “You’re so lucky to have a wife like
her, Steve.”
“Yeah…uh…I know…” He licked his lips a little.
“So please, Steve?” I wrinkled my nose at him. “Just be a good husband and put
Carter’s big dick in me, okay? We’re so horny!”
Steve sighed and nodded. “Okay…uh…” He moved a little so he could look between
Carter’s legs and took my lover’s fat cock in his hand, rubbing the head
across my pussy. Carter grinned at me and I thought he was going to laugh, so
I narrowed my eyes and put my finger to my lips.
“Ohhhh God!” I started creaming right away when I felt that big hard monster
shoving between my cunt lips. “Fuck me Carter…Show Steve how we do it, baby…”
I was moaning.
Carter fucked me for a good 15 minutes, bouncing the big swollen head of his
penis off my cervix until I was whimpering like a kitten, clutching him to me
desperately. It was sooooo good! There was no way I could cut my clit off, not
now…I was in pure heaven!
"Uggghhh…Fuck I’m cumming Rachael!” Carter was grunting, slamming his prick
inside me and I was cumming too! “Deep..oh yeah…Carter…Ohhh uh-huh…get it
deep…ahhhh!”
A few minutes later, breathless and sweating and utterly happy, Carter slid
off me and I reached for my husband.
“Steve, darling…would you be a dear and…” I leaned close, whispering to him.
“Clean all of Carter’s sperm out of me?”
“What?” Steve stared at me! “Y-You want me to do what?” “Clean me…” I giggled.
“With your tongue…Oh, please! It’ll be so nice…I just want to feel good…”
“No, Rachael…I…No!” he looked like I’d just asked him to jump off a bridge.
“Steve?” I rubbed his chest with my fingertips. “Don’t you love me?”
“Yes, but…”
“It’s just licking…You’ll like it, you’ll see…”
“But it’s so…gay!” My husband protested.
“Gay?” I laughed at him. “It’s not gay…you’d have to be a man, silly, and
you’re not…There’s nothing gay about it!”
“Rachael…No…I can’t..”
“Well then…” I frowned and stuck my lower lip out a little. “I guess I’ll just
have to call Dr. Sandraskat and tell him my husband doesn’t love me anymore…”
I sniffed a little and Carter gave a little cough.
“What?” Steve stared at me. “No uh…when is your appointment?”
"A week from Wednesday…” I smiled at him. “Do you think I should cancel?”
Steve sighed heavily. “No, ummm…I’ll do it...I love you, you know that
Rachael…”
I grinned and kissed my husband and pulled him down so he could lick at my
sloppy sperm filled pussy while my boyfriend Carter watched us.
Steve wasn’t very good at it, at first, he was sort of reluctant I think. So I
thought it would be easier just to put him on his back and sit on his face. I
stared down at him, feeling my little orgasms exploding in my tummy as all
that thick creamy man stuff dripped out of my well fucked hole straight into
my loving husband’s mouth! It was so sexy! I decided Steve would have to do
that every time we had sex!
=-=-=-=-=-=-=
“Steve dear, I wanted to ask you a favor…”
That had become my favorite expression, it seemed.
“What’s that?” Steve was down between my legs, licking at my spermy cunt. He
really seemed to like it now, or at least he didn’t argue about it anymore. He
just went down on me after Carter fucked me without so much as a funny look.
“Well, since I’m getting my clit cut off tomorrow…Would um, mind terribly
getting Carter hard again for me? We want to do it as many times as we can,
you know, and I really need to take a little breather!” I smiled at Steve and
Carter chuckled, leaning back against the headboard smoking, even though Steve
hates cigarettes!
“What?” Steve looked up from between my thighs, his face covered with sperm
and girl juice.
“Just, you know…get Carter hard again.” I shrugged. “What do they call those
girls who do that for porn stars?"
“Fluffers.” Carter laughed.
“Yeah!” I nodded and grinned at Carter. “That’s what Steve can be, our
Fluffer!”
“What? No…Oh, no…Rachael…please…I can’t…”
“Oh, honey…” I smiled at him. “Of course you can! Look at you! You didn’t want
to clean all that sperm out of my pussy either, but now you love it!”
“I-I don’t love it…” He muttered, turning a little red.
“Oh, don’t be such a party pooper, Steve…Come on over here and suck my cock
for your wife!”
“But…” Steve looked at us.
“You know, I’m not sure I should get a clitorectomy if my husband won’t even
do the smallest things for me…” I looked at Carter. “I mean…I just want to
have fun on my last night with a clit and he’s ruining it for me!”
“Oh, he’s not trying to…” Carter told me softly. “He just, well…he’s still
thinking like he has a dick. That’s all.”
“Wait…” Steve interrupted. “Y-You are getting the operation tomorrow, right?”
“Well…I was…yeah.”
“You should just make her happy, Steve.” Carter told my husband. “I mean there
are a lot of guys out there who’d suck a dick if she asked them too.”
I chuckled silently to myself, knowing Carter wasn’t one of them! He was 100
percent manly man and there was no way he’d ever let someone make him do a
thing like that! He reminded me of it all the time too, laughing when we were
alone about what a ball-less faggot my husband was. He just didn’t understand
how I could love Steve and he kept saying I should leave him. But I wouldn’t
do that, not unless…well, unless he kept refusing to do what I needed.
“I’ll…uh…okay…I’ll…do it…” Steve reluctantly agreed.
“Oh Steve!” I threw my arms around him and kissed his spermy mouth. “You’re so
good to me! I can’t wait until tomorrow! You’ll see!” I promised and then I
stared in awe as my husband, the man I loved more than anyone in the whole
world, sucked my boyfriend’s cock for the very first time!
He did good too, considering how inexperienced he was…and it sort of made me a
little suspicious, actually. Carter does have a monster penis! And it wasn’t
long before he had his hands on my dickless husband’s head, pulling Steve’s
mouth down hard on his cock so that I could see my husband’s throat bulging
with it!
“You’ve done that before!” I accused him. “I can’t believe it! My husband has
sucked a cock before!
“He’s good at it!” Carter laughed. “Ugghh! Goddamn…He’s…Uhhg! Taking it all
too!”
And Steve was taking it all, he had his nose pressed into Carter’s thick black
pubic hair. Carter’s big plum sized balls were pushed against my husband’s
chin and I just couldn’t believe it!
“Mmpphhhh-nnngggg…” Steve was saying, but I didn’t want to hear his excuses
anyway! I felt completely insulted by it, knowing that my husband was probably
really gay and had been living a lie all these years!
“Don’t let him up Carter!” I told my boyfriend. “Make the cocksucker swallow
every bit of it! Cum in his mouth! I don’t care! I’m calling Dr. Sandraskat
tomorrow and canceling my appointment! This is…unbelievable!” I sat there
frowning and rubbing my clit.
Carter held my husband’s head tightly and just kept ramming his cock down
Steve’s throat, in and out, without even a breather! I couldn’t believe my
husband was doing that! It was like he was showing off or something. Never
mind the fact that Steve’s whole body was jerking and he was pushing as hard
as he could on Carter’s strong thighs. Like he wanted to get away! Hmmph! Yeah
right! I know Carter is a lot bigger and stronger than Steve, but don’t try to
tell me that he was raping my husband’s mouth!
“H-He was r-raping my…mouth!” My husband was finally done coughing and his
voice was hoarse and weak. He had tears in his eyes and his lips were bruised
and a little puffy.
“Oh, I don’t think so Steve!” I turned my back on him!
“Rachael! He was! I didn’t want that…I never did that before…Rachael…”
“Hmmphh!” I looked at Carter and shook my head. “Do you hear this?”
“It’s sad.” Carter nodded sympathetically. “That was one of the best blowjobs
I’ve ever had! I must have dumped a gallon of cum in your husband’s mouth!”
“And he swallowed it all!” I closed my eyes. “I’m not getting my clit cut off
for a faggot! No way!”
“I’m not a faggot! Rachael…No…Please…you have to believe me!”
“I bet he takes it up the butt too…” Carter was lighting another cigarette.
“You…You!” Steve stared at Carter. “You stay out of it…this is your fault! You
know what you did to me!”
“I fed you some sperm, Steve.” Carter laughed. “I didn’t make you swallow it!”
“Your dick was halfway down my throat!” Steve retorted.
"And your point is?" Carter grinned. "Admit it Steve, you love sucking cock.
It's nothing for a smooth sexless faggot like you to be ashamed of!"
I’d heard enough by then and I took Carter’s hand and we left my husband
laying there, doubtlessly savoring my boyfriend’s sperm as it churned in his
belly.
“I’m canceling my appointment Steve and I need to think very carefully about
canceling this so-called marriage of ours!” I stared at my dickless eunuch
husband. “I can’t believe you never told me you were gay!”
“Rachael…” But I was closing the door.
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I did in fact cancel my appointment. I was never going to get another one
either! Cut off my clit? Are you crazy? Carter and I were talking about having
children and the only question was if I’d divorce Steve, or if we’d keep him
to be our nanny/fluffer girl.
I was staying at Carter’s house and it was with some reluctance that a few
weeks later I took a phone call from Steve, begging me to come home so we
could talk. Just me and him, no Carter…No nobody. He wanted to save our
marriage, he told me. Well…I did like Steve, I even loved him still, and I
could have as many babies with Carter as I wanted. So maybe this would be a
good time to tell Steve that he would just have to accept the new
responsibilities that we were going to expect from him. If we kept him. I
walked into the house and found Steve on the couch. He smiled when he saw me,
handed me a glass of wine and tried to kiss me, but I turned my head.
“I don’t know where those lips have been!” I told him, sipping my wine. I
thought it was a nice touch, but then Steve always a little more romantic than
I was. That was why he did so well with the girls, I think.
“Wha…” He started, but I cut my husband off.
“Steve. I’m not going to get my clitoris removed. I’ve decided that my
problems…our problems…weren’t with my clit at all! They were with you and your
balls! Now that you don’t have any, I’m so much happier Steve!”
“But…”
“No, just hear me out, okay? I’m happier and I think you are too. I love you
Steve, I really do, but I need a husband. And…well…I think husband’s have
cocks, and balls, you know. So Carter is going to move in and we’re going to
start a family. Oh, don’t worry, you can stay here too! I mean who would want
a person like you anyway?” I laughed and took a drink from my glass. “You can
clean the house and cook and be our fluff girl and when I have kids, well, you
can be the nanny. Maybe we’ll get some female hormones for you, you know, just
so you can have some tits. No milk of course, but babies just like to nurse.
They won’t care really.”
“But…”
“Shhh…Quiet now. Believe me, this is for the best! I can’t believe all the
time and energy I spent worrying about my clit! And money too, Steve! We spent
so much trying to solve our problems when the solution was hanging between
your legs!” I laughed and drank my wine, feeling a little giddy. But I was
finally having my say! “Whew…” I shook my head slightly feeling a little dizzy
suddenly. “This is good wine.”
I guess I passed out, although it’s not one of those things you really
remember, you know? But I do remember waking up and that was strange, because
I was on a table. I felt a little nausea too and I looked around. It sort of
reminded me of Dr. Allison’s operating room, but it was a little…different.
Then I noticed my feet were in stirrups just like the examination table at my
gynecologist’s office. My legs were spread and I was wearing a hospital gown.
“What the heck?” I said softly, and my mouth was very dry. I wanted to rub my
mouth a little but when I moved my hand…It didn’t move! Neither one of them! I
was strapped down, much like Steven had been strapped down when I’d cut off
his cock. And my feet, they were locked into the stirrups too!
“Hi sweetheart.” Steve was next to me and he stroked my head gently. “How do
you feel?"
“I, uh…confused.” I finally said. “Where am I?” “We’re in Dr. Sandraskat’s
office.” Steve smiled. “I went ahead and made an appointment for you.” He
nodded as my eyes went wide. “And you’re keeping this one!”
“N-No! Steve! No…I changed my mind…No! I don’t want to do it!” I felt the
little grip of fear tugging at my heart and I looked around for someone to
help me.
“I know you changed your mind, Rachael…but I think that’s just the same old
problem you’ve always had.” He spoke slowly and reasonably. “I think…and Dr.
Sandraskat thinks, that you’re rationalizing because of your fear of
commitment.”
I laughed a little. “Fear of commitment? We’re married honey! Now why don’t
you just undo these straps and…”
Steve shook his head sadly. “I can’t Rachael, this is for us, remember? You
and me, to save our marriage. I love you so much, and I know you love me
too…But you’ve changed and this is the only way I know to help you.”
“Help me?” I stared at him. “Steve, listen to me carefully…” I spoke softly…
“GET ME THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!!!!”
I screamed and then I was shaking and pulling and pushing and jerking my body
so hard I thought I’d break something!
“Tsk-tsk! Such language from a beautiful woman.” Dr. Sandraskat walked in with
two assistant’s, all garbed in surgical scrubs. “I’d hoped to do this while
you were awake, it makes the process so much simpler. But, we can’t have you
making a fuss, Rachael.”
One of the nurses was getting a gas mask and preparing to put me under.
“Y-You can’t…You can’t do this!” I was yelling.
“Oh yes.” Dr. Sandraskat replied, “We can do this and we will do this. You
signed the forms, Rachael, everything is perfectly legal and I think you’ll be
very happy with the results.”
“N-No!” I stared at him, remembering how I’d signed those papers so long
before.
“Now, I’ve discussed it with your husband and I believe, given your situation,
it would be best that we remove the clitoris, excise your labia minora, and I
will perform an infibulation of your vaginal opening.”
“What?” I looked at him. “Infib…fub…what?”
“Infibulation, we will make your vaginal opening much smaller. Perhaps the
diameter of, oh…less than half a centimeter. Small enough for urination and
your menses of course, but you won’t be able to get so much as your little
finger inside your vagina, I’m afraid.”
“No!” I looked at my husband. “Steve! No…please…I’m sorry, you were right I…I
was rationalizing, making a big mistake…But this, no…you can’t close my
vagina…”
“It won't be closed, dear.” Steve smiled at me and stroked my face tenderly.
“You can still use it, just…not for sex.”
“Oh, don’t worry Rachael.” Dr. Sandraskat nodded at me. “After we remove your
clitoris you won’t care about sex anyway! This is a very good thing you’re
doing, you know, so few women are willing to sacrifice their selfish desires
for true harmony in their lives.”
“Nooo…” I was shaking me head weakly. He was going to sew my vagina shut! I’d
never have another penis inside me? And after he cut off my clit…I’d never
feel another orgasm? No! This wasn’t what I wanted at all! They had to know
that! I'd been wrong before!
“Now, there are some thing you need to know. Infibulation is permanent,
insofar as after I remove your labia, the inner lips, the wound will be
sutured in such a way that it will heal as one flesh…The entrance to your
vagina will not be able to stretch, nor be reopened without surgery. This
means no children. Childbirth can be very much complicated, but as I
understand it, your husband does not desire children anyway. So that is good
for you, especially since a penis will not fit anyway!” Dr. Sandraskat laughed
as if he were telling a wonderful joke.
“But you’re going to tie her tubes anyway, right?” My husband asked. “Just to
be safe?”
“He’s going to do what?” I jerked my head up again.
“I'd recommend against it, actually. Fertility makes a wife more attractive,
don't you think?” He smiled at my husband and then down at me. "If it it is
ultimately pointless."
My husband nodded and reached down to dub just above my sex.
"Oh, no...please...Steve..." I felt tears starting in my eyes.
The doctor shrugged as if it didn’t really matter. “As I was saying, um…pap
smears will be impossible of course, so there are other procedures that will
need to be done when your wife is older.” They weren’t even talking to me
anymore! “So perhaps it would be best if I was her gynecologist from now on. I
think it will avoid some problems in the future, misunderstandings and such.”
“Oh, sure Doctor.” My husband was nodding.
“I like my doctor!” I was trying to tell them. “Steve! I don’t want to change
doctors!”
“Shhh…” Dr. Sandraskat shushed me. “In my country a wife would be beaten for
such behavior. Your husband loves you and is doing his duty, you must respect
that.”
I stared at the man, wondering if he’d just stepped out of the Old testament
or something.
“I apologize Doctor.” My husband gave me a look. “I’ve spoiled her, as you can
see.”
“Yes.” Dr. Sandraskat nodded. “That is the way of it in this country, I know.
But, it is nice to see a man taking charge of his wife. You have my respect,
sir!”
And then they shook hands!
“My god!” I screamed. “Are you people insane! Let me go this instant!”
“Nurse.” Dr. Sandraskat nodded and someone was putting a gas mask over my
face.
“Count backwards for me please.” It was a woman’s voice and she didn’t sound
sad at all, I thought, to be helping these men do this to me. And then…
=-=-=-=-=
My husband and I are very much happier now, it is safe to say. Dr. Sandraskat
did a wonderful job on my surgery and the scarring was minimal, barely even
noticeable, although it does look strange to me. My clit is gone and the small
place where it was, the wrinkled skin of the hood and the soft tiny folds
around it, are now smooth and soft to the touch. Slightly lighter in color
than the rest of my sex. My outer lips are still there of course, and they are
ruddy and seem overly large to me now, ugly things and I’m going to arrange
for Dr. Sandraskat to remove them soon.
My vagina is much smaller now, the entrance. After Dr. Sandraskat cut away my
inner lips and sutured me together again, it healed quickly and he was right,
is like having one piece of flesh there. To see it one would never know that
I’d once had large cocks, dildos, and even a woman’s fist inside my pussy. Now
I can barely fit the nozzle of my little douch kit inside there. The opening
is very small. But it’s nice, I think, and I’m proud of it.
My husband likes to touch me there, even though I have very little feelings of
any sort. Dr. Sandraskat was very deliberate and attentive in removing any
traces of my clitoris, the nerves that weren’t directly removed were
cauterized and rendered dead to the senses. But, Steve likes to touch it,
rubbing his fingers along the smooth flesh and remembering how I was before.
For my part, I like touching him as well. Feeling his smooth flesh, the soft
warmth of skin where his cock and balls used to be He gets no pleasure from it
of course, nothing physical, but emotionally we both enjoy our explorations
quite a lot. We even embrace, our bodies pressed together and his smooth
sexless crotch pressing against mine as we try to remember how it felt to make
love. But that just strikes us as funny and ridiculously irrelevant.
I have no interest in men at all, nor women. At first I entertained thoughts
that even without the use of my pussy I could still enjoy men with my mouth or
ass, but it wasn’t true. I could do it, and I did several times, but it did
nothing for me except make me realize that I was being silly. I gave it up
finally and that was when Steve and I really started to live our lives
happily. It took us a long time, and we shed more than a few tears along the
way, but finally and forever, we were perfectly matched.
End
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BLINCOE’S CASEBOOK:- 1) THE CROSS MURDERS 9 | GAY, WARNING, TESTICLES, MINOR | Per continues to suffer whilst Blincoe achieves his first real breakthrough in the case, but will it be too late to save the young Dane? | ` BLINCOE’S CASEBOOK:- 1) THE CROSS MURDERS 9 `
By Pueros
Chapter 9 - Sundays
(August 1999, somewhere in England)
Per’s second devilish Sunday service in the temple, after his investiture as
tribute to Diabalus the previous week, was equally as horrible. He again had
to dance before being reacquainted with the delights of the nipple clamps.
However, the latter torment was worse than usual because the High Priest’s
monologue was longer than on weekdays. Therefore, in order that the bound
tribute would continue to enjoy a high level of pain in his tortured tits, one
of the Priests twice added weights to the light chain connecting the clamps
during the diabolical sermon. Afterwards, Per had to commune orally with the
whole congregation, this time juniors first. Most of the acolytes then
reluctantly left as their parents expected them home at a reasonable hour. The
youngsters were therefore unable to watch as the young Dane was subjected to
anal communion with the High Priest before the latter whipped the boy for
vomiting up some of the earlier oral offerings. Nevertheless, it was the
ultimate ritual of the evening that really distressed the 14 years old for the
Priests reintroduced the pleasures of the branding iron to the tribute’s body,
searing pentagrams around the lad’s nipples.
Over the next seven days, the method of communion was reversed with all of the
cult members, including the youngest, enjoying Per’s immaculately clean rectum
whilst the High Priest was serviced by the young Dane’s mouth. On the Sunday,
the tribute’s third in the temple, the boy’s front thighs, level to his nicely
hanging genitalia, were branded with the group’s sacred symbol.
That evening, Blincoe and Burrows returned to London from Oslo. They were
picked up from the airport by their police driver. As the DCS and DCI were
driven towards their homes, the more senior officer remarked “I should have
known that it was a wild goose chase as the timing of the boy’s disappearance
was out of sequence. I’m disappointed that the Norwegian police didn’t check
out the lad’s estranged father more closely earlier. Interviewed him but
didn’t take the opportunity to look round his house, with the boy in the guest
bedroom all the time, fit and well looked after. I’m glad that I persuaded
them in the end to take out a search warrant. It’s a week wasted in looking
for Per and I calculate that there’s now only two weeks left before they
castrate and crucify the poor lad. Bastards!”
Temple communion over the next six days reverted to the original format,
although the numbers in the congregation dwindled as Per’s novelty wore off.
The weekday services were generally now attended by just the liturgy,
celebrants and a small choir. Nevertheless, the young Dane was rightfully
dreading the arrival of the seventh day.
Blincoe was becoming desperate as no new clues had been unearthed in relation
to the crimes. He therefore returned alone to Thimblewick, for he had an
instinct that there were links to be found there, and was again attending
Sunday morning service in the parish church. His interest in the goings-on
peaked when, at the start of the service, a group of boy scouts marched down
the aisle, accompanied by four scoutmasters. The lead scouts were holding the
group’s banner, about to receive a holy blessing and on which, amongst other
depictions and symbols, was a large pentagram.
“I didn’t know that there was a scout group in Thimblewick,” Blincoe advised
the Reverend Quigly over later tea and biscuits in the church hall. “We don’t
exactly,” replied the Vicar, “the group serves a number of local villages and
locates itself in a hall in the most central, about 5 miles away. However,
this is the main parish church for the area.” The DCS was inwardly seething
that local police and his own detectives had not appraised him of this fact.
“What does the pentagram on the group’s banner signify?” Blincoe asked.
“Haven’t a clue,” responded Quigly, rather too quickly.
New Scotland Yard detectives, including Burrows, were back in the Cotswolds in
force by that evening investigating possible connections between the local
scout group and those to which the murdered Scottish and Swiss boys had
belonged. “Bingo!” announced a smiling Burrows, putting his mobile phone back
in his pocket just as the pub in which he and his boss were staying rang the
bell for last orders. “The local group has attended jamborees with the others
within the last ten months. Seems they have a penchant for skiing for they
spent part of the Christmas holidays in the Cairngorms, as did the Scottish
lad’s group, and February half term in Switzerland. The Swiss lad’s group was
the host. Too cold for camping so they stayed in halls.” “At last,” declared
Blincoe, “we’ve found a connection between all four victims. It’s this area in
the Cotswolds and presumably some people who live here and are associated with
the scouts. It’s a bit tenuous at the moment as we know Michael and Per
weren’t scouts but I’m sure that there are more clues to be uncovered.
However, we’ve only got a week left to save the boy and God knows what
pitiable state the poor lad must be in by now!”
As the DCS said these words, Per’s thong was being removed after the
conclusion of communion, revealing the young Dane in complete nudity for the
first time before the congregation, now again full. The boy’s excited genitals
were to receive their first piecings in celebration of his last week of life.
The High Priest ran one of the thicker cruel needles laterally through the
sides of the boy’s hard cock, near the uncut head, before inserting into the
hole created a gold ampallang. This was followed by a frenum on the underside
from which dangled a minuscule pentagram. Two scrotal piercings were performed
equidistantly either side of the penis so that two more tiny gold pentagrams
could be displayed there. Finally a similar guiche, from which a thin gold
chain hung downwards to touch the floor, was added to the base of the scrotum.
The arrival of the latter caused the gagged tearful 14 years old to spill
semen onto the altar platform in a high wide arc. The new ornamentation was
completed by branding pentagrams onto the sides of the agonised tribute’s
upper arms. The ceremony concluded shortly afterwards and every one of the
worshippers took the opportunity to inspect the new adornments closely before
they departed for their homes.
(To be continued in Chapter 10 – ‘Clues’)
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Bike Boy's Story | GAY, PENECTOMY, TESTICLES, NULLIFICATION | A tail of a Push Bike Courier who falls in love and together they take a slave into their employ | ` Bike Boy’s Story `
By: Wayne
I love this time of year with the sun shining, nice warm comfortable days.
Life is to be enjoyed in a short sleave shirt and short pants. My job as a
cycle courier got me out and about in my spandex bike shorts and sleeveless
top. It all helped kept my naturally tanned coloured body looking perfect.
I was just eighteen five foot seven inches tall, skinny as a been pole with
well defined muscular smooth body with very boyish looks and sharp features
topped off with natural platinum blond hair and vibrant electric blue very
expressive eyes. My wash board abbs draw’s your attention down to my seven-
inch long thick limp cut cock that I am proud of. My slack cook lies over two
massive low hanging bull balls in a magnificently silky smooth pouch.
When excited which happens at the drop of a hat my cook grows to a full thick
ten inches that stands up close to my body with a bend that arches the head
back even closer to my body. My shaft has a second twist that causes my cock
to bend to the right at all times whether erect or not.
In bike shorts it is impossible to hide any of my assets with my seductive
tight bubble butt that screams to be screwed and the basket in front that
leaves nothing to the imagination. Then there is my abbs that showed their
well-defined stance in my usual fluorescent yellow bike top that fits like a
second skin. My bronzed Aussie tanned smooth muscular arms finish the picture
as well as my legs in my royal blue short bike shorts.
I both road my bike and walked around with an air of confidence in myself. For
a shorter person I walked tall that added to my good boyish looks and overall
pluckiness. Not to mention my bright mischievous face with a constant cheeky
expression come impish looks that oozed fun and life with a, I dare you
attitude.
As usual I was out on my expensive racing bike with my iridescent green helmet
and built in mobile phone when I got a call to go to Space Age Futuristic
Electronics (SAFE). I had been there several times and the owner director is a
cute looking guy in his late twenties called Wozza. Wozza always came over and
talked with me each time is was there, either to just say hello or actually
give me the instructions on the delivery or pick up I was about to do for
them. He is one cool smooth customer. Wozza always caught and held my
attention and excited my loins, which was hard to hide in my royal blue thin
bike shorts.
Often a wet patch would appear in my shorts and I am sure Wozza noticed it as
the bulge grew some as well. He would often pat my butt as I left saying
thanks kiddo! My cock always jumped as he did it as I turned and got on with
my job. I began getting more jobs from Wozza and some days would have to go
there three or four times a day.
A couple of days past and I didn’t get a call to either pick up or deliver
anything to SAFE which was most unusual but I didn’t give it any more thought
apart from that. However whilst out and about my mobile went off and the boss
said I had to go over to Space Age Futuristic Electronics and that I had been
asked by name to attend and to make it a high priority which I did.
I drooped off some documents and hi tailed it over there. As soon as I walked
in Wozza asked where had I been the last couple of days? I responded and told
him that I never got called to any of his work for the last couple of days.
Wozza looked a bit miffed and gave me a small package to droop off at a
business college, which I did. After I had to go back to the depot and the
boss called me in and said that I had been personally requested to do SAFE’s
work in the future? The boss asked what I had that the others didn’t?
Why, I asked? Well a couple of the others did his work the other day and Wozza
has personally requested that only you do his jobs now. I don’t know I
responded, I just do what he asks and get on with it along with the relevant
paper work that goes with it. Well good on yah Mark that work is becoming more
regular all the time. In fact all the places I got sent to for work reported
back to the Boss on my courteousness and efficiency. I always gave every job
my best.
Life got fairly busy and I was seeing Wozza several times a day to do more of
his work till one day when he called me into his office and closed the door
and said to me, I just have to have you boy! He walked over and began to play
with my cock and balls through my bike shorts. I didn’t pull back but allowed
him to do what ever he wanted and loved every moment of it. My cock responded
straight away, which excited Wooza even more.
He took hold of my hand had thrust it into his crotch and told me to play with
him. It wasn’t long before he had my shorts off and I had a spring steel hard
boner in my mouth. I was then that he laid me over his table and screwed like
I had never been screwed before. I shot my load over his table without even
touching myself.
Wozza tensed up and shot his load deep with in me, which I enjoyed and he knew
it by my moans of ecstasy. Once he pulled out he licked my spunk up from off
his desk, that’s the sweetest pure cum I have ever tasted he said. We kissed
some and then both dressed. He said, just put down that you did the longest
delivery you do and I will sign it.
We embraced each other and I left. I don’t know how I got back to the depot as
I was in a daze. The Boss asked if I was ok and I just made some sort of noise
and walked by. My butt was still tingling and the load was still in me and I
was hoping I would absorb every drop of it. I knew I wanted more of what I got
today and the next day got several more jobs and a good screwing from Wozza
once more and again loved every moment of it.
After several days of this I got a late afternoon call to droop a document off
to Wozza personally. Wozza was waiting for me and said come with my boy. I was
sitting in his office and he gave me a cold soft drink and it was then that he
asked me if I would come and work exclusively for him. That he would pay me
lots more than I was getting now.
I didn’t need long to think about it and told him I would love to! He asked
where I live and when I told him that I lived in the outer suburbs with my
grandmother his eyes lit up! He asked a whole heap of questions about my
interests and if I was in a relationship. Once he established that I was a
free agent he asked if I would move in with him in the pent house on top of
the building.
This time I gave it some thought and responded by saying yes, I only have my
grandmother and I know she wants to go interstate to her son’s place. My
parents split up before I was born and mum her daughter abandoned me when I
was three. Wozza was all over me in an instant. I have admired you since the
first day I saw you he told me.
I interrupted him and said I will have to tell my boss and give notice. Of
course he said, you can move in before you finish up with the Courier Company.
Wozza wanted me to stay with him that night but I said I should go and let my
grandmother know I was going to move out. I could move in tomorrow night after
work when the two of us could pick up my few possessions. I went on and said,
I will have to leave my bike here and pick it up in the morning as I usually
leave it at work and catch the train home. Wozza replied leave it here and I
will run you home, I agreed.
We enjoyed some sex together before Wozza drove me home and kissed me before I
got out and went inside. Grandma was preparing a meal for us both. She asked
how was my day? I said, fantastic, I have so much to tell you. So I cleaned up
and we sat down and talked over the meal.
I explained that I didn’t know where to start. I have been offered a new job
with more money and accommodation is part of it. I accepted the job because I
want it and that will allow you to go to Uncle Steve’s like you have wanted
for ages. Grandma was speechless and overwhelmed at the same time.
Oh honey I never wanted you to feel that you had to go you have always been a
good boy and helped where you can. Look Grandma I have always considered this
home, you’re the only one I remember that has looked after me. But its time
for me to fly the coupe and make my own way. We can still catch up and all
that sort of thing you’re the only family I have after all.
I mean my freedom is your freedom to Grandma, so you can sell up and move
interstate and build near Uncle Steve’s. Grandma kissed me and said that she
wants me to write and not lose contact and to come and visit from time to
time. I said I sure would. With that she got up and pulled a small document
folder out and she said I want you to have this.
What is it, I asked? Your mum took out an insurance policy when you were born,
its matured and still earning interest. Uncle Steve and I have been putting a
little away in an account for you and we want you to have it to help you make
a great start now that your eighteen. I opened it and couldn’t believe how
much the two accounts were for.
Grandma and I embraced for some time and she said, in-spite of everything that
has happened in your short life you have always been wanted and I am proud of
you Mark and so is Uncle Steve. We finished our meal and I went and began
getting my gear together.
Not that I had a great deal in the way of possessions. Several more pairs of
bike shorts and shirts. A few pairs of jeans and tops, a couple of pairs of
punk three-quarter cargo short’s. I gathered my CD’s and the stereo unit I
saved for and a few other items. I had some supper with Grandma and told her
that I would introduce her to Wozza my new boss the guy I will be living with
also when he brings me back here tomorrow evening.
The next day arrived soon enough and I was heading back to the city. The hour
and a half train trip gave me plenty of time to think. As I peered out of the
window thinking about the events of the last few days my cock stirred and made
a much bigger tent in my lycra bike shorts than normal. Not to mention the
huge wet spot developing at the high point in my pants. The guy in the seat
along side of me was getting excited at what he saw transpiring before him
whilst I was other wise lost in my thoughts an unaware of what was happening
in many ways.
Suddenly I was brought back to the immediate when the chap along side me
reached over and touched the tip of my cock that instantly jumped to a full
erection, which could not be hidden. I instantaneously said fuck off which
drew even more attention to my situation. Someone else spoke up and said leave
the boy alone pervert. The guy got so embarrassed that he got up and moved
carriages leaving me fully exposed. Every one was staring at my groin with
their mouths open at the size of it. I heard one person say look at the cock
on that kid, which I took as a compliment.
Luckily my erection subsided fairly rapidly and an older guy came and sat
along side of me with his newspaper that he opened to hide my predicament. He
asked what puts a young boy like you on this early morning train. I told him I
am a cycle courier in the city. Good on yah, he said. Young people who get out
there and do something to help them selves along the way impress me he told
me.
Things settled and I went back to looking at the senary and thinking about how
life was improving all the time. Wozza was never fair from the centre of my
thoughts and the train made its way to the city. I felt so content with the
way things were working out.
As the train came into the station I got up to get to the door first. I was
surprised when I got off to find Wozza standing waiting for me. I ran to
embrace him, the fellow with the newspaper followed and said to Wozza you have
a good brother there. See you later boy with that he moved on.
Wozza asked if everything was ok? Yes some guy tried to touch me up on the
train and he came to my rescue. It was nothing really, with that we walked
through the city to get my bike and Wozza said see you after work and we will
go and get your gear. The two of us embraced and kissed each other for some
time before I got going.
I was excited and wasn’t concentrating all that much as I road to work. It was
a car horn that caught my attention as I rounded the corner to the depot. It
was the boss arriving. Normally I came from another direction as I left my
bike at work and walked in. So I waited for him to park his car and we went in
together. I took this opportunity to tell him that I was giving my notice and
progressing forward in life.
The boss looked shocked and said I have told them several times they should
look after the boys a bit better than they do. He asked is there anything he
could offer me to keep me? I said, no! The opportunity to move forward is too
great. The boss said the funny thing is I have to sack two of the boys this
morning and you weren’t one of them.
I was then offered a weeks pay in lieu so that I didn’t have to hang around
during the shake up. I was given a cheque and with that got on my bike and
headed over to Wozza’s. He was surprised to see me so early in the day. He
told me to take my bike down in the lift and to see John in the store and tell
him that Wozza said to leave my bike down there and to look after it.
Wozza had a meeting so I was to go up stairs to the penthouse and he would
come up and get me when he was ready. It would have been an hour and a half
before Wozza made it up stairs. I was browsing through some computer magazines
when he came in. He waisted no time and immediately focussed on my crotch and
removed my shorts pulling me over the table and screwed me real good. Both of
us ended up in a hot passionate sweaty lather as we both climaxed together.
So both of us ended up in the shower and we had sex again. Wozza said we
better go down to the office before someone comes looking for us boy. I asked
what I was meant to do in my new job. Wozza replied you’re my right hand boy
to help me out and look after all the deliveries. He introduced me to others
in the office as Mark known as Bike Boy. Most people had a funny looking smile
on their face like they knew Wozza was introducing his lover to them.
We move up another floor to more luxurious offices and went into a large
spacious office and Wozza said this was mine. Then he lead me through a door
to a similar sized office and said this is his office. He called his private
secretary on the inter-com and asked her in and I was introduced to her. Wozza
showed me around the office and the workshops.
At the end of the day the two of us drove over to my Grandmothers to get my
gear. Grandma was looking forward to meeting Wozza. So after we spent and hour
with Grandma we were heading back home. We stopped on the way for a meal
before completing the journey.
Wozza was excited and as we ate told me he wanted to spend the rest of our
lives together. I wasn’t stunned by it as I deep down was hoping for it but
didn’t want to raise it. Wozza also went on to say that he would get a slave
to keep house and do the cooking and all that sort of thing. All I had to do
was help at work and take charge of the deliveries and pick ups department. I
was to be his life partner in everything.
Several months have passed and Wozza and I were inseparable. Sex well that had
gone to new highs and I enjoyed it rough. I always want to remain as the boy
in the relationship. Wozza had a friend too make sure I never grew any body
hair, or even bum fluff. I am permanently smooth I can not even grow facial
hair if I wanted too now, not that I had any before or ever wanted too.
The two of us had been preparing a celebration of our relationship together,
where before our friends we would make a public commitment of ourselves to
each other. In preparation Wozza had my crotch pierced. I had a piercing done
into my urethra between my balls and anus. A special rubber plug had been
inserted that had antibiotics impregnated into it so it would heal without me
pissing between my legs.
Part of being a boy is just pissing out of ones cock but Wozza wasn’t prepared
to remove either my balls or cock. On our day of days I was going to have our
commitment ring inserted into my cock so I couldn’t use it apart from pissing
out of and then I would piss over my balls.
I love our penthouse as it has an open courtyard where we have a fantastic
view other than the tops of other buildings and a view of the beach beyond. No
one could see into the courtyard from other buildings around so it was nice
and private. Its here we can run around naked which has contributed to my all
over tan. It’s a great play area with a rain forest like garden with a spa
pool built in. You couldn’t ask for a better entertainment area.
The two of us spent much time playing in our out door area and it was there
that we made most of the arrangement for our commitment day. We spent time
talking through what we wanted in our house slave and what his duties would
be. Both of us were excited about the plans we made for not only the slave but
also us in particular.
Our slave had to be boyish, on the shorter side of average black hair and a
good body with good looks. The size of his cock and balls was not important as
they were coming off. We both wanted a boy with pitch-black hair and puppy dog
eyes. He had to cook and keep house and be kept in a permanently locked
collar. He would also be branded and tattooed. He would remain naked around
the house and would only allowed to ware flimsy almost see through shorts and
tee shirt that came to his belly button and sandals when he went out to do the
food shopping and that sort of thing.
Both of us kept our eyes open when we were out and about for someone to fill
the bill. We had time to be sure of what we wanted. Neither of us spotted
anyone we wanted to share our house with before our special day came. There
were plenty to chose from, some came close but none stood out as the one.
Our special day arrived and both Wozza and I were extremely excited about
making a public commitment to each other. The two of us showered and dressed
together before driving to a secluded property of a friend were everyone was
gathering that had been invited. Both of supported boners in our loose fitting
trousers and it took all our efforts to leave each other alone as well as
ourselves till later.
The ceremony was a short and down to the point but touching service that truly
expressed our love and commitment for each other. Once the formalities were
out of the way and we had signed a declaration to each other the two of us
moved into a private room we had sex where this would be the last time I could
freely get off. Whilst we consummated our relationship our invited guests
moved to the area where we would exchange rings and where the party would be.
Talk about hot, both of us came like we hadn’t before. We both filled each
other with our seed before fitting a butt plug up each other’s butt so that we
absorbed each other in each of us so that we were one. Then we showered
together before joining the others once again. A huge cheer went up as we
rejoined the others we both had a flimsy pair of shorts on. It was then that
we exchanged the rings that we wore on our fingers before I would be fitted
with my new cock ring.
Wozza took my shorts off and helped me up on a table they had prepared. My
legs were placed in the stirrups that held them up and spread wide out of the
way. Once everything was reedy Wozza and Jerry the Doctor moved into position.
Wozza carefully removed the rubber bung that was sealing the piercing between
the back of my balls and my love chute. The piercing was in the same position
where one would have had their urethra relocated to after penis removal for
whatever reason.
The ring was held up and it looked massive. It’s four and a half inches in
diameter and six millimetres thick. When they showed every one it had been
twisted apart so that it looked like a coil to provide room to insert it
before twisting it back to complete the circle. Wozza greased it up with a
water based lubricant and began slowly inserting it from behind my balls
making sure that each ball lay correctly over it.
I could feel the rod slowly working its way through my urethra and my cock
start to move. I got a bit excited and my cock stiffened which made it
impossible for Wozza to push the ring in any further. We had to wait awhile
till my cock went slack again before Wozza could feed more of the ring in.
Jerry decided to numb my cock so it would stay slack whilst they finished the
job at hand.
Watching my boy cock bend around the ring was fascinating as it curled back
around my balls so the head was now pointing behind my nuts between them and
my fuck hole. A cheer went up as the end of the ring appeared out of the head
of my cock. A nylon tie was strapped around the ring on the insertion end
leaving a couple of inches of ring showing.
My boy cock was then concertinaed back down the ring on the other side and a
tie placed around the ring to prevent my cock covering it again. AJ the
jeweller then came over and moved a special hydraulic device in between my
legs. The device looked rather large and menacing from my position in all of
this. The ring ends were fixed to the jaws of this machine before it was
turned on.
I got a bit nervous when the machine was turned on as the motor in it buzzed
away warming up. Wozza was by my head and stroking my hair and gently talking
to me about how much he loved me. He held my hand as the machine began to
groan even loader once AJ moved a leaver on it. The ring was slowly started
twisting from a coil shape back into a true ring. It didn’t take long and the
device had the ring looking like a ring again but AJ didn’t stop.
AJ had the ring go past the spot they wanted by some preset distance before
the machine stopped and it was held there for a minute or two to allow the
ring to distress. Once that happened the machine was reversed and the ring
released. The ring was perfectly aligned around the circumference with just a
slight gap of a millimetre between the two ends.
Now that the ring was aligned another machine was brought over and my new cock
ring was welded shut. AJ then worked away with a small grinder and polisher to
ensure that the ring is smooth all the way around where it was cold-welded. I
was cleaned up along with the ties to release my shaft and some antiseptic
applied as the ring was rotated.
My cock quickly expanded around the ring and sat about half an inch from
touching my body where the ring entered my urethra between my balls and butt
hole. My balls hung over shaft one on each side. The sack was floppy enough
that my balls still hung loose even though separated by the ring. They looked
a little strange at the beginning hanging separated rather than together.
Wozza took me and we had a shower to make sure that all the grit from the work
was washed away. My cock started to get hard around the ring as Wozza tweaked
my nipples and run his hands around my body. It wasn’t long before I felt some
pain as my cock pushed hard into my body and tried to straighten up. The pain
was an interesting feeling of being uncomfortable rather than anything else.
However it made me tingle and get all excited.
After being screwed in the shower for the first time with my new ring in and
shooting all over the back of my balls felt really erotic as my hot cum ran
down over my nuts. At the same time Wozza’s cum shoot up inside me. I was in
heaven and thought I would explode from shear ecstasy. Once cleaned up we
returned to the party where we all had a good time.
As the party drew to an end we were taken to the airport where we headed off
for our honeymoon. We arrived at the hotel late in the evening and were
escorted straight to our room where we both stripped off and went to bed after
a drink. We had some incredible sex before we went to sleep in each other’s
arms. The sun was streaming in the window when we both woke in the morning.
It wasn’t long after we had woken when there was a knock on the door. Wozza
answered and this incredibly cute dark haired guy came in carrying a breakfast
try and set it up for us. He told us he was our room boy and would return
shortly to help us with anything we needed. With that he turned and left the
room.
Wooza and I immediately looked at each other, we both knew he was the one we
wanted for our house slave. Wooza and I eat the meal and then hit the shower
together. When we retuned to the main room naked our room boy had returned and
was waiting for us. He couldn’t get his eyes off of our packages and we could
see his shorts begin to tent out with his hard on growing at a fast rate of
knots.
He introduced himself as Tyron. Not much more was said but he helped us dress
in some flimsy shorts before he asked what we wanted to do for the day. We
answered him and he told us some of the best beach to go to where we could
relax amongst palm trees that came right down to the water line. He told us we
could get naked and relax and that he would bring some refreshments and a meal
out to us later.
As time went on both of us became more engrossed with Tyron’s qualities and
his attention to duties. He always went about his task with a great efficiency
and diligence. We got talking to him one afternoon a couple of days before we
had to leave to return home. We asked him want he wanted from life? He told us
he wanted to return to the main land and get involved as someone’s houseboy on
a permeant basis.
Now we were becoming excited about what we were hearing and Wooza said like a
slave? Yes, you know to serve, as a slave with no rights what so ever, to be
used in any manner the Master deems necessary. I just ask that I am feed and
sheltered as needed and that my health is not compromised.
What about body modification Wooza asked? Any that the Master requires he
replied. Does that include…? Wooza went to ask but Tyron intervened and said
even serious genital modifications come nullification. With that he drooped
his shorts to reveal a five-inch hard on and small balls.
The two of us looked at each other and we both knew what the other was
thinking. Wooza then asked would you be interested in becoming our house
slave? He didn’t hesitate and responded Oh yes, yes! So several more questions
were asked about what notice he had to give here. He told us that it was three
weeks.
We then made a contract up which he signed that spelt out our requirements
both what he had to do and what we wanted to do to him. Arrangements were made
along with a ticket for him to come to us straight after he finished his three
weeks notice period. Wooza and I returned back home excited that we had found
our house slave and about our lives together.
The three weeks passed quickly and both Wooza and I went to the airport to
meet Tyron as he arrived. He was easy to stop coming through the airport in
the flimsy white shorts with no underwear, fluorescent yellow tee shirt and a
pair of surf sandals we had left him before we came back home. Tyron carried a
small bag with him that had all his otherworldly possessions in.
We greeted him by saying hello ‘slave’ others around us could hear, some took
no notice whilst others gave us a funny look. The three of us took off and
headed over to one of our mate’s place where our new slave body was completely
and permanently de-haired apart from his eye browns hand head.
Before the evening was over he had his butt branded with and “S3” for slave or
scumbag three. It didn’t take long to train our new slave and we were all sure
that he was to go all the way. Arrangements were made for his complete
nullification with a surgeon friend of ours.
We both took our slave to the clinic and watched, as he was prepared. We went
to a special viewing room to view the operation. Our slave was having his cock
and balls removed along with his prostrate. The operation took a couple of
hours and it was fascinating watching the Doctor taking his cock and balls
including every part of the cock root and lay it on a try on the table.
The Doctor work away carefully as he removed the prostrate gland before sewing
him all back up. The Doctor was particular in his methods so that once healed
it would be difficult to see any scare lines. After the operation slave was
placed in a recovery unit where he was monitored, he stayed a week before we
brought him home.
Slave healed well and after several months all you could see was a faint scar
line in his now very smooth crotch. Slave serves us well and Wozza and I are
more in love with each other than before.
End.
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Aztecs 11 (Conclusion) | GAY, WARNING, TESTICLES, NULLIFICATION, MINOR | Various settlements are achieved to bring this tale to an end. | ` AZTECS 11 `
By Pueros
Chapter 11 – Settlements
(Tenochtitlan, capital of the Aztec Empire, 6 January 1521)
The first problem facing the young escapees was how to traverse the
thoroughfares of the Aztec capital without raising suspicion, especially given
their attire and the presence of two boys with strikingly unusual fair
features, who might be recognised. The roads would be busy, even at this early
hour, particularly with those gathering to see the spectacle in the main
square. However, it was a problem that had been considered and cleverly
resolved by the oldest of the four nullified acolytes. Six feathered
ceremonial head-dresses had been secretly placed near the rear entrance, along
with a long processional pole from which hung several skulls, multi-coloured
paper streamers, six red cloth bags displaying the yellow sunburst symbol and
more feathers. The headwear would hopefully hide Juan’s and Tezozo’s blonde
hair and the pole should indicate six unimportant acolytes proceeding to some
minor temple on the outskirts of the city to participate in some obscure
ritual. As an added precaution, body paint had also been secreted and copious
amounts were applied to the bodies of the sextet, primarily to disguise the
former reincarnated deities’ light skin.
The boys emerged from the unguarded rear entrance of the temple and were soon
advancing purposefully and, bravely in the circumstances, unhurriedly along
the causeway that led north, holding the sacred pole equidistantly. Juan and
Tezozo were purposely placed third and fifth in line so that they would be
partially hidden, being flanked in front and behind by others.
The road was busy with many people entering Tenochtitlan from the opposite
direction to see Juan and Tezozo flogged and castrated but they were to be
disappointed, at least for now, as the sextet successfully made their escape.
They found woodland just outside the capital in which to dump the pole and its
impedimenta, with the exception of the bags because they contained food for
sustenance and knives, stolen from the drunken priests, for protection. The
starving Juan and Tezozo were particularly grateful to assuage their hunger
without delay. The six boys then located a stream to wash off their body paint
and used the knives to cut off the red flaps of their loincloths, emblazoned
with the give-away yellow sunburst symbol, leaving them wearing just the
sparse thong-like undercloths. No-one mentioned anything about the fact that
the former gods’ remaining meagre tight garments displayed clear genital
outlines whereas those of their companions did not.
The sextet debated precisely what to do as they readied themselves to further
their escape. It was agreed to stick together and head north-east towards
Tezozo’s people, carefully keeping to barren countryside. East towards Juan’s
would be too dangerous as they would come across many Aztec troops guarding
the border with Tlaxcala. West towards the conquered lands of the nullified
acolytes might be equally dangerous as it was now obvious to all that Juan’s
and Tezozo’s earlier attempt to escape had started in that direction and it
might be where their undoubted pursuers started looking first.
Many days later, the sextet were peering down from their hiding place on an
adjacent hillside observing the goings-on in Tezozo’s hometown, which was
actually more a large village. The journey to the former sungod’s homeland had
been tough but uneventful, apart from nocturnal activities. The boys had
paired off to sleep together for warmth. Juan and Tezozo naturally wanted to
resume their sexual acquaintance with each other’s bodies, a situation that
did not go unnoticed by the others.
On their fifth night, the oldest of the pretty nullified acolytes approached
the duo and sheepishly asked if the pairings could be mixed, eventually
confessing to the reason for the request. The embarrassed blushing eunuch
explained that he and his three friends now only gained sexual satisfaction
through the tickling of their prostrates and could Juan and Tezozo oblige
them. The two whole youngsters did and they found that sodomising the eunuchs
was not an unpleasant experience, especially as the wounds in their groins
were hidden by little, carefully developed, sprays of pubic hair, making them
very girl-like in appearance in that area.
No Aztecs could be discerned in Tezozo’s home settlement, so it was decided to
try to reach the boy’s house, a large one-storey structure of red mud brick at
twilight, hoping that some of his family might have felt safe enough to return
there after the conquest. The lads were not to be disappointed and Tezozo’s
lachrymose reunion with his mother and younger siblings also brought tears to
the eyes of his five companions. A welcome home feast was somehow quickly
conjured up, over which much news was exchanged, including the revelation from
his mother that Tezozo had just passed his 14th birthday.
The six escapees learned with sadness of the pillaging and raping that had
taken place within the town after the Aztecs had won the battle in which
Tezozo’s father had died. However, Tezozo’s family had escaped because his
father had had the wisdom to pack them off to safety elsewhere. They had
returned only once order had been restored to the subjugated land. Their
father’s body had been burnt along with all of his slain comrades and,
although the conquerors had established a nearby military encampment, the
victorious Aztecs left the vassal populace largely alone as long as regular
tribute, in terms of agricultural and husbandry produce, was paid. Tezozo, who
had had to translate all this into Aztec for his five friends to understand
what was being said, now conveyed his own experiences to his appalled and
deeply concerned but nevertheless intrigued family.
It was eventually time for all to sleep but Tezozo did not do so with either
his best friend or any of his other four companions for his young similarly
aged wife, now a member of his family, was present. He had to spend the night
with her and, despite his natural tendencies, he managed to perform his
conjugal duties. Accommodation within the household was found for all the
visitors, who spent their first comfortable nights for many a day.
The next morning saw the four nullified former acolytes set off, after many
hugs, on their way back to their own homelands, freshly attired in more
substantial and warmer clothing and appropriately re-provisioned. They would
aim to head west then south to achieve their destination. Juan, in particular,
never heard of them again and therefore presumed that they had reached safety
for he would have come to learn of their horrible demise if they had been
recaptured.
Juan decided to stay with Tezozo and his family for a few days before making
his own departure, wanting to experience his friend’s beautiful body a few
more times before presumably having to give its delights up for ever. He
succeeded in this aim and a sad Tezozo was guiding an equally sad Juan to the
southern perimeter of his hometown at dawn, intending to show him a route that
would lead him safely past the military encampment, when the community was
invaded on all sides by Aztec soldiers.
The Emperor and High Priest had been furious at Juan’s and Tezozo’s second
disappearance, this time apparently with four acolytes. After horribly
sacrificing some priests given blame for allowing the escape, they identified
Tezozo’s origin and sent a message to order the local Aztec commander to raid
the evil one’s hometown to see if he had fled there. The boys were taken by
surprise and spotted, their identities immediately recognisable by their
blonde hair and fair complexions. However, Tezozo knew his town better than
their pursuers and by judicious use of narrow alleys and scrambling over walls
to cross some back yards, the two friends found themselves in open
countryside.
Nevertheless, the numerous Aztecs were on both their flanks and at their rear,
making only one route of escape possible. This led up a sharp escarpment on
the other side of which, as Tezozo well knew, was a steep gorge, with only one
navigable path. The boys were fast runners but some of the chasing soldiers
were quicker and they began to gain on the impostor gods.
Juan and Tezozo were almost at the top of the incline when the latter tripped.
The former did not know his friend’s fate until he had reached the summit and
glanced back to see Tezozo overwhelmed by warriors. Juan hesitated, not
knowing what to do. His delay was almost fatal as an approaching Aztec hurled
a spear at him, hoping to slow not kill the boy. However, the impact of the
weapon, as it struck the lad’s right thigh, caused him to topple over the edge
into the deep gorge. When the soldiers reached the summit themselves, Juan was
nowhere to be seen, presumably falling to his death. They therefore had to
content themselves with the recapture of one evildoer.
Whilst his family fled, being in great danger for harbouring the false deity,
Tezozo was stripped naked and suspended face-up from a horizontal pole, which
would be carried by a relay of heavily guarded soldiers on the long journey
back to Tenochtitlan. By the time of the boy’s return to the capital for
settlement of his evil account, his wrists and ankles had been badly bitten
into by the twine enforcing his unrelenting bondage. However, this did not
matter as surely now he would not escape the horrific penal sacrifice due.
The day after Tezozo’s recapture, with the reappearance of normality, some of
his compatriots decided to try to find Juan’s body, wanting to give an enemy
of their enemy appropriate funereal rites. They knew the gorge well and
carefully scoured the area for the dead boy but no trace of him was found.
They therefore turned their eyes to the cliff-face, close inspection revealing
a young body on a high ledge, seemingly prevented from falling further by some
shrubbery that grew all over the tall sides of the gorge. Expert climbers were
later sent to recover the corpse, only to find that they were rescuing someone
miraculously still alive, although breathing very shallowly. After the spear
had been pulled from the lad’s thigh and the resultant flow of blood stemmed,
twine ropes were lowered to help bring the badly hurt young Spaniard back to
the summit, from where he was smuggled into the sanctuary of one of his
saviour’s townhouses.
It would be over a week before Juan regained consciousness and the fever
caused by his wounds did not relent for another week. He emerged from his
delirium to find that he could not go in pursuit of his friend because he
could not walk. The thigh injury and a broken bone in his leg would need a
further six weeks’ convalescence before he could regain his feet, by which
time news of Tezozo’s fate had reached his hometown. It was another week
before Juan was composed enough to leave to seek revenge.
The naked bound and distraught Tezozo had been led by many priests through the
jeering crowds in the main square of Tenochtitlan to the sacrificial platform,
now only furnished with two stakes. The boy, whose mouth and anus were very
sore after again accommodating the cocks of those who had recaptured him, was
bound by his red-raw wrists and ankles between the posts, spreadeagled and
facing the temple whence he had just emerged. However, he would not have to
endure the buckets of urine again. Instead, the 14 years old was to embark on
day one of a now nine day sacrificial process.
To loud cheering from the assembled throng, a young heavily built priest
mounted the platform holding three whips. He placed all but one on the floor
and, at a signal from the High Priest, standing adjacent to the Emperor on the
temple steps, he began to flog the impostor god’s back. This produced much
screaming from the penal sacrificial victim, whose soft cock increased in size
and became first horizontal and then vertical as the flagellation gradually
proceeded with great deliberation, the recipient being required to appreciate
fully every blow.
After turning Tezozo’s back into a mishmash of bloody stripes, the priest
moved to concentrate on duplicating the same pattern on the boy’s buttocks and
rear legs before moving to the front. He then changed to a lighter whip, as he
did not want to cause fatal damage to the lad’s bone structure. He reverted to
a leather crop when, all other areas except the head having been attended to,
it was eventually time to give the false deity’s genitals some focus. A stream
of white fluid spurted from the hard ivory-like penis, which had been drooling
precum for a while, as the first stroke of the leather hit the cockhead.
Tezozo had to be awakened from faints on three occasions during his two-hour
ordeal. He was then left to enjoy his agony and the crowd’s insults for
another hour until his red-striped ball sac was tied extremely tightly round
the base with thin leather cord, cutting off the blood supply. The death of
the boy’s testicles would take several excruciating hours, during which time
the colour of his scrotum would pass through several dark hues until attaining
a deep blackness. The cord would not be removed from the castrated lad until
he was completely emasculated four days later, by which time he had also lost
his tongue, teeth, fingers, toes, ears and nose.
The aged priest, appointed to oversee Juan’s and Tezozo’s survival to the very
end on the previous unexpectedly cancelled penal sacrificial occasion, had
been happy to return to perform the same duty to the evil one who remained
alive, albeit not for long. The old man carefully supervised every facet of
the boy’s dismemberment and was very good at his work.
Tezozo’s constant agony had become an almost natural feeling within his mind
as, on his final day of life, the now blind and limb-less lad’s almost
unrecognisable torso was flayed, although the skin would not make a very good
cover for its drum as it had so many bloody whip-marks. The boy’s penultimate
thought, as he felt his ribcage being parted to gain access to his barely
beating heart, was of standing next to his father in the battle that had led
to his original capture. His last thought was of looking forward to standing
next to his father again soon but in paradise and hoped that his friend Juan,
whom he thought dead, would be there too.
Juan managed to rejoin Cortes and the Conquistadors in Tlaxcala and was very
active, now as a 15 years old, when the Spaniards and their allies
triumphantly entered Tenochtitlan in May 1521, effectively bringing the Aztec
civilisation to an end. Mounted on a horse, rather than his previous pony, the
boy fought like a demon alongside the men, gaining sanguine revenge for his
friend by killing many enemy soldiers. He was helped by the warriors’ terror
of his horse as none had ever seen such an animal before the arrival of the
Spaniards the previous year. When the Aztecs had first observed mounted
horsemen, they had considered human and creature to be one horrible two-headed
beast and they had never lost their dread.
Juan had deliberately been one of the first invaders to arrive at the main
temple. He found the High Priest about to kill another young Tlaxcalan captive
on the altar plinth in a desperate sacrificial effort to encourage the gods to
stave off the white men from the east. The priests restraining the victim fled
on seeing the heavily bloodstained young demon holding a sword, its long blade
red rather than silver in colour. It would be the High Priest’s heart that
would now stop beating and not that of the designated offering.
Juan subsequently became rich through helping his comrades plunder the many
temples of the capital and elsewhere, considering it further appropriate
retribution and ultimately final settlement for what the religious order had
done to Tezozo. He later returned to Tezono’s hometown to give further thanks
for his own survival and deliver substantial and very appropriate associated
largesse. He discovered that, after the flight of the Aztecs, Tezozo’s family
had felt safe enough to reoccupy their house, where his friend’s young widow
had given birth to a son. The young Spaniard immediately proposed marriage to
the girl.
Juan eventually became deeply disillusioned with the Conquistadors and all
their works. He was especially galled at the sight of many Aztecs being burnt
at the stake, under the supervision of priests from his own Church, for
refusing to convert to Christianity. He believed that the actions of his
fellow Catholics were even more morally repugnant than those of the original
rulers of this land. The Aztec liturgy had, after all, truly believed in the
sanctity of sacrifice as a passageway to paradise whereas the awful actions of
the Christian priests went completely against Jesus’ teachings.
Juan, his wife, toddler Tezozo and baby Juan, both children bearing their
respective fathers’ fair features, therefore boarded a ship ferrying a group
of more humanistic pioneers north to develop a new peaceful Spanish settlement
in eastern Florida.
(Florida, U.S.A., 7 January 2002)
Juan and Tez, short for Tezozo, were again sat in front of the former’s new
computer. Juan opened his e-mail inbox to see whether he had received a reply
from Pueros, author of ‘Aztecs’, to his enquiry. He had and so opened the
message, which read:-
“Dear Juan,
I was very surprised to receive your e-mail as I assure you that I did not
know of your existence or that of Tez. I’m sure that no-one will find out your
surnames or where precisely you live and I promise not to refer to you again
after ‘Aztecs’ is concluded. I just thought that I was using a smart literary
device when bringing my story forward to 2002 in chapter 10 and describing
some boys having fun. I’m astonished that what I depicted actually happened. I
also believed that I had invented, in your 16th century namesakes, fictional
characters to set against a true historical background. I’m now forced to
reappraise my view, wondering instead whether your e-mail actually confirms
that the whole tale was planted in my mind by two friends, together in
paradise, who wanted their histories recorded!
Yours sincerely,
Pueros.”
THE END
of
AZTECS
by Pueros
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We were all to aware of the Marital Purity law that stated that
the use of contraceptives were not in the interest of the Nation
Sexual relations and sexual intercourse could occur only in
marriage. Sexual relations outside of marriage were totally
banned including heavy petting and of course intercourse.
Couples could be naked together only in marriage. If a couple
were found naked together outside of marriage it was a first
level violation of the law and the male would be castrated.
It was like a nightmare, no it was worse!!!
I was with my girlfriend, we had been making out on my bed
and both of us were naked. Like a dozen times before we had
been to third base, now for the first time I had began to
penetrate. Suddenly the door burst open and the Morality Patrol
rushed into the room. We were busted and I was hauled off to
jail.
After a difficult night trying to sleep in a dank jail cell I found
myself before the Magistrate
The findings of the patrol outlining my nakedness together
with the fact that I had a firm erection and had began to
penetrate without a condom along with our single status were
presented and the Judge pronounced sentence. “James
Deacon, I find you guilty of section 6 of the Moral Purity Law and
I sentence you to castration. The sentence will be carried out
in tomorrow at 8:00 AM at the Castration Clinic”. I didn’t sleep
that night. I was a bundle of nerves. It was the end of my world.
In the morning a guard took me from my cell and transported
me across town to the State operated clinic. I was signed in
as Prisoner number 78 and was made to surrender my ID
card. A male nurse now appeared and along with the guard
escorted me to a small examination room where the nurse
gave me a pill telling me that it would relax me and help make
the surgery easier to accept. I was to find out that it was a
tranquilizer that would make me more cooperative during the
procedure. In a bit the nurse came into the room and told me
to remove my clothes and put them in the bag provided. but but
I wasn't given anything like a gown to wear. We just had to
stand there bare ass naked, waiting. Soon I was led into a
room that had operating table with stirrups. I was told us to lie
on a table with my feet in the stirrups. The guard now strapped
my legs to the stirrups which kept my legs spred wide apart
and a wide nylon straps were placed around our chest and
arms which were down by my sides. No way could I move or
resist what was about to happen. By now I was becoming kind
of spaced from the pill and less concerned about my fate. The
orderly returned and began shaving my pubic hair I was totally
depressed knowing that my future was down the toilet. I was a
just beginning to enjoy my sexual life and now I was about to
loose my manhood and would never be a father. What a
bummer. the nurse returned and injected me with pain killer
around the scrotum. He told me that the doctor would be in
soon and he would get started.
Laying there partly stoned the time passed quickly and the the
doctor appeared along with the orderly who read to me a
statement. “By order of the Court of the State of Texas you are
to be castrated. By castration we mean the surgical removal of
your testicles. The intent of the surgery it to render you
permanently sterile and impotent. You will no longer be a
functional male. After the surgery you will experience rapidly
increasing difficulty in attaining erections and ejaculating. The
any semen that you are able to ejaculate will be sterile without
sperm. You will within a few weeks become impotent. With the
completion of surgery you will be issued a new ID card with the
gender changed to Eunuch.” The doctor looked at me and
said ok now I’m going to castrate you. I though to myself “well
shit its all over for me”
I was on my back, Tied down all I could do was looks straight
up at the ceiling. I didn't feel much of anything. I was laying flat
on my back looking straight at the ceiling and could just feel
some gentle pushing and tugging. After a bit the doctor brought
a stainless steel bowl around for me to see. In the bowl were
two testicles and said ”you certainly had a nice pair of testicles,
their full of sperm” I cried silently to myself not knowing what I
would do with my life now.
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She looked over her next victim and she was pleased.
He would be her first with an uncut penis and she had
some special things in mind.
He lay there tied to the X frame and could not move. He
could only stare up at the monitor in the ceiling that was
displaying a close-up of his penis and balls. He was
terrified as the word had gotten around that there was
someone in the area who was mutilating men's genitals.
As he watched the scene changed to show more of his
body and finally stopped showing just the area between
his waist and knees.
She moved a large hoop with legs into place above his
groin area with his penis being the bullseye. From the
ring hung 12 elastic bands spaced around the ring in the
clock positions. There was a sharp metal hook tied to
the end of each band. She picked up the 12 o-clock and
hooked it through his foreskin.
He yelled in pain as he watched her place the rest of the
hooks into his foreskin.
When she finished placing the last hook she stood back
and looked at her handy work. His foreskin was stretched
up and away from his penis forming a bowl. Little dribbles
of blood trickled down his shaft. She liked the look.
She picked up a needle and injected it at the base of his
penis. She liked this stuff because it always made the
penis hard no mater what she was doing to it. She
watched as his penis grew. Watching as the head of his
penis grew up out of the bowl of his foreskin. Soon he
was a full 11 inches long and much of the slack in his
foreskin was gone. The hooks now appeared to be
imbedded in the shaft of his penis. Next she placed what looked
like
a small drill press on the ring. It had legs made to sit on
the ring. In the chuck of the device was a metal grit
covered rod. She centered this over his penis and
turning a crank lowered the rod to the head of his penis.
As the grit covered rod entered his penis he screamed
and watched as a full 15 inches pushed it's way into his
penis.
She then turned the device on and it slowly began to
withdraw the rod. When it had withdrawn about 12 inches
it reversed direction. She sat back and watched has the
device slowly fucked his penis. Blood began to ooze out
of his penis and run down the shaft. After about 5 minutes she
changed the rod for a bigger one. She did this every 5
minutes for the next hour. She removed the device and
inspected the now half inch opening in his penis.
The pain was unbearable and he was about to pass out
when he felt a stick in his arm. She told him that the drug would
keep him alert. She wanted him awake so he
could feel everything she did to him. He thought he must
be dead and this was hell.
She picked up another rod. It was about 12 inches long
and it's length was covered with tiny holes. She pressed the
plunger at one end and a needle shot out of each hole.
She smiled. This would work well. She pulled on the plunger,
retracting the needles. Then she inserted the rod into his
penis and pressed the plunger. A hundred needles shot
out from the inside of his penis covering it's entire length.
He couldn't escape the pain. The drug was keeping him
alert. He thought he would go crazy from the pain.
She turned her attention his balls rapping her hand
around his scrotum, between his body and balls, and
pulled. With her other hand she began to snap each of
his balls, in turn with her finger, watching him jump in pain
each time. She let go of his balls and crossed the room
to get the laser scalpel. She turned it on and sat down
between his legs. She proceeded to make an incision
from the base of the penis to the bottom of his scrotum.
Then she placed her thumbs into the incision and pulled it
open. At the same time her fingers pushed his balls, in
their protective sack, out of his scrotum. She then made
an incision in this sack. The protective fluid in the sack
ran out on the floor. Soon she had removed this sack
and his raw testicles where dangling about six inches
from his body. She began to snap each ball with her
finger. Watching them swing on the cords that still
connected them to his body. Then she picked up a meat
grinder and placed his balls in it and turned it on. His balls
where quickly turned into hamburger. She set the grinder
down and grabbed the needle rod in his penis and pulled
it out, the needles ripping the hell out of his penis. Then
she placed the grinder over his penis and turned it on.
When the grinder had eaten his entire penis she put it
down and packed the entire area with a cotton and wax
mix to stop the bleeding. As she bent down to pick up
what was left of his genitals she could hear him sobbing.
She went out every night for the next 3 weeks looking for
uncut men. The 4 she found all suffered the same fate.
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The village of Ballsoff is just about as remote as you can get, high on the
moors. A few tourists visit in summer but in winter the village looks to its
own ancient traditions and the womenfolk mostly farmers wives take matters in
hand to keep their men well behaved. Wally and Pat moved there to live a
country life and soon found out that the village had its own way of dealing
with husbands who were too randy for their own good. These are the Ballsoff
Chronicals by Wally Noballs
Mary’s Dilema
Pat answered the door to find Mary standing there in tears.
“Oh Mrs Pat” she cried “You just got to help me, I be at my wits end knowing
what to do. Its all my own fault I should never ‘ave agreed to the new girl in
the first place, now the farm is going to ruin and I just don’t know what to
do. Please. Please. You Got to help me, please!
Pat got her inside and sat down while she made her a cup of tea. Then the
whole story came out.
They had a new girl on their farm, from Eastern Europe she had written to them
on the internet asking if she could come and work on the farm, that she loved
animals and wanted to be a vet but that she had to learn good English and as
much as she could about farming first. Mary was worried about her husband
Jake, basically he was a sex addict and would shag anything he could get his
hands on. The local vet Mandy had to warn him off in no uncertain terms the
last time she was round castrating sheep and he was lucky then to come away
with his balls intact. Mary made him promise that he would behave himself and
treat the new girl properly and not take advantage of the fact that she was on
her own in a new country in an isolated village miles from any ware.
Antonia had been with them for about six weeks. At first everything looked OK,
then Mary noticed that things around the farm were not being done, the barn
door was often locked, stock were not being moved, pigs were not cleaned out,
chickens were not being fed.
Then the bank wrote to them and they were heavily in debt, something Mary knew
nothing about, and it seemed that Jake had not been getting the milking done,
nor the beef to market nor anything at all apart from humping Antonia pretty
well all the time. When Mary confronted her she broke down in tears and begged
not to be sent back, said she was on the pill but just wanted to work on the
farm and get into vet college.
Mary knew Jake of old and that Antonia was telling the truth, something would
have to be done, something drastic if the farm was to survive. Deep down she
knew Jake had to loose his balls but getting him to agree would be impossible
Maybe Mrs Pat could help.
“It’s OK my love” Pat told her “None of this is your fault, we are so remote
up here on the moors, some men think they can get away with anything, that why
we have the Women’s’ Council. If I get them together could you tell them what
you have told me?”
Still sobbing her heart out Mary nodded. “I gotta do something. The farm ‘as
bin in my family for over an ‘undred years, now the bank say they will sell it
to clear the debts, and all because I gave in and believed Jake. ‘E spends all
‘is time shagging her instead of working, we never ‘ad much money but we
managed, now tis all gone, even my bit of savings ‘e’s spent it on I don’t
know what and there’s nothing left.”
“She’s a lovely girl and I know she’s sweet on a lad in the village, but with
Jake shaggin ‘er all the time she cant get near ‘im and is terrified in case
‘e finds out.”
Gradually Pat managed to calm Mary down. There was no way she could go home in
the state she was in. We always kept a spare bed made up so Pat insisted she
stayed the night, If what she said was true Jake wouldn’t miss her ‘til
morning anyway.
The Women’s Council was just a group of the villages women who had the time
and the experience to keep the village working and safe from too much
interference from outside. They could make By Laws and raise funds for small
projects. It kept the village from bothering the main county council, they
didn’t bother us and we didn’t bother them.
The castration of livestock is common practice in agriculture. It keeps up the
breeding standards and makes for good market animals, by a clever bit of
wording the Women had passed a by law stating that castration of mammals could
be carried out on local farms by any competent farmer as long as there was a
vet on hand if needed. The county council nodded it through, not spotting that
humans are mammals.
Since the law was passed several men had been relived of their balls when the
time came right for it, they took a while to get used to it but all their
wives said they were much happier for it and easier to handle, the men of
course agreed as they had been told to do. It could be done by consent, or
without consent if recommended by at least two doctors and a unanimous vote
from the women. It had never been done before, but perhaps now was the time to
test the theory.
Pat rang round the council ladies and set the meeting for the next evening,
held at our house. Then she rang Mandy and told her of Mary’s problem.
Mandy said she would sign as she was also a GP but she would have to get
another signature, she would speak to a colleague in the next village of
Knackerington, he was a man but Mandy was sure she could get him to sign, he
owed her a favour or two but she would need to get the Council’s vote as well.
Next morning the twelve members of the council arrived and listened to what
Mary had to say, then the Chairwoman summed up and asked for a show of hands.
There was full 100% vote in favour, as one member put it “We haven’t had a
good castration for ages and some men were getting a bit out of hand, it was
time to remind them who held their balls in the village”
All the women volunteered to help in Jake’s nutting, he needed to be trapped
in a barn and held in a castration press like the ones used for sheep. Kirsty
reckoned she could get him into hers if she flashed her cleavage at him and
asked him to help her get some feed out of a corner of the barn if Mary would
suggest that she needed a helping hand.
Jake was always looking for a new shag and fell it the plot straight away,
early next morning he was at Kirsty’s barn ogling her tits which were nearly
bursting out of her tight fitting bright red and black overall. The barn was
dark inside as he entered. “Over here” she called to him “I need you to help
me get it out”
As he was drawn further into the barn the doors were suddenly slammed shut
behind him and four big strong women grabbed him and carried him off his feet
to a set of metal frames set up in a narrow box. One end was shaped and had a
locking bar for an animals head to be held in. Jake was forced in, the bar
locked shut and the gate at the back shut and locked for good measure. Next he
was ball gagged and his wrists and ankles tied down with rope.
Kirsty stood in front of him, unzipped her overall and let her generous tits
tumble out into his face. “Make the most of these dickbrain” she whispered.
“The next time you see them your balls will be in a bucket!”
“But first I need your spunk to freeze so we can sell it and pay off some of
your debts. I haven’t got time to mess about so it’s a finger up your arse and
spurt into this pint mug. She pulled down his trousers and roughly jammed a
finger up as far as she could, holding the pint glass read for the inevitable
flood of hot spunk which came in several huge spurts. Finally she took hold of
his balls and squeezed them firmly to drain out he last drops.
After checking all the ropes Kirsty blindfolded Jake and left the barn,
slamming the door shut and locking it behind her. Her prisoner could wait now
until the rest of the women and the lady vet would arrive to relive him of his
balls and secure the future of Mary’s farm.
Pat had been busy as well. She talked to Antonia and gave her the news that
Jake would not be bothering her anymore, without going into details, Antonia
was not strictly “Village” yet and did not need to know everything, but she
was now free to love her boyfriend Jimmy and if they wanted it there was an
old cottage, part of the farm that they could have. It needed work but they
could have it rent free if her and Jimmy would put it right.
“The village needs some new life” Pat told her “If we go on like this the
village will die so you and Jimmy have the cottage and make us some babies.
Antonia fell on her knees and burst into tears. “Is it true?” she sobbed. “Is
it really true? I can love Jimmy and we have place to live?” Pat assured her
it was all true. The village had decided that she was just what was needed and
that Jake was a very bad man who would be made to pay for his ways.
That evening, 6 O-Clock sharp every women who could gathered at the barn door.
Mandy was there in her spotless white overall and carrying her bag of
equipment. She spoke to those gathered there.
“I am here to do what you want me to. This is a serious matter but the village
council have decided to keep this law within the village, so you are all sworn
to absolute silence, no one outside must ever know how we keep our village the
way we want it”
“Only my helpers must come inside the ring of straw bails, the rest of you
will be able to see clearly and we will hold an auction for the testicles at
the end. My fee is whatever they go for. Right, lets get on with it!”
Kirsty unlocked the barn and led the way, Jake saw her enter and watched as
all the women trooped in, there were six helpers who stripped down to their
underwear including Kirsty who had on a tight red bask that pushed her tits
out almost but not quite to bursting. Jake was stripped naked and trussed down
in the press bent over a bar, legs spread like a young bullock about to get
nutted.
Jakes gonads were enormous, they hung down a good six inches like a bulls and
his penis matched them as well. A huge uncircumcised weapon that dangled down
below his balls and was already starting to swell when Mandy came up behind
him and hefted each bullock, feeling its weight and checking the location of
the spermatic cords.
“These should have been seen to a long time ago” she said. “Balls this size
produce so much spunk the poor men cant get rid of and it goes to their brain,
a major cause of sex addiction.” “ This should have been circumcised as well”
lifting the huge cock so the audience could see . At least he would have bee
able to get the spunk out easier with all that skin out of the way.
“Now then Jake” she said. “If this had been any other village you would be up
on several rape charges, at least this way you stay out of prison. Just relax
and I can take the gag out. I will give you an anaesthetic but you will still
have some feeling. Most men actually enjoy it OK?
Jake nodded, Kirsty released the gag and pulled jakes head down against her
generous boobs. “Be a good boy” she whispered to him. “Arch you back so Mandy
can inject them and it will all be over quickly. Jake’s back arched, his balls
swung loose into Mandy’s firm left hand and she pumped a ready filled syringe
into his scrotum. At first Jake got a massive hard on but as the injection
took effect it shrank back down and just dangled there is if it knew that life
was about to change forever.
Mandy’s helpers had laid out her instruments on a sterile cloth on a straw
bale as a table, she took up a small scalpel and deftly made a single vertical
slit in the now totally relaxed scrotum. Next she squeezed out each ball into
a dressing pad and clamping them off. . Then she called Mary forward, handing
her a pair of razor sharp small scissors. Mary cut the chords and the balls
fell away. Jake was now a eunuch and would not bother the village women any
further.
The testicles weighed nearly half a pound together and when auctioned fetched
just over Ł100 which went to Mandy . One of the ladies had brought a camping
stove and frying pan which the sliced balls went into with butter, everyone
had a slice, for some it was the first time but they all said it was not going
to be the last.
Jakes sperm went to a fertility clinic for over Ł1000 which Mary paid into her
bank which bought her some time
Jimmy and Antonia had a baby the following spring and with Jimmy’s hard work
the farm began to return to profit
Mary Gave the farm to them and moved into the cottage, Jimmy and Antonia had
the old farm house.
Jake was a reformed character and even started attending chapel.
Pat was elected President of the Council and proposed that the castration age
should be set to a minimum of 45 years as there were not enough babies being
born into the village. Rape would be dealt with by public flogging except in
repeated cases when castration could still be used. The motion passed
unanimously.
If you like my stories pleas leave me some feed back I have lots more ideas
which like my others start off in real life
Regards
Wally Noballs
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Bud | GAY, TESTICLES | Bud\'s disease responds to a miracle cure. | Bud had probably walked by the high school over twenty thousand times in the
last forty years, first as a student and then most every day since then on his
way to and from work.
The school was essentially unchanged but the students seemed to evolve every
few years into strange new life forms. The boys always wore blue jeans or
cords when he’d been a student, and the hip kids had the legs tightened, or
pegged and it was called then, to fit their legs and asses as tightly as
paint. The girls always wore skirts and blouses and wearing shorts or pants
would have resulted in them being sent home to change. The seventies brought
in long hair, paisley shirts and bell-bottoms for the boys, and slacks were
finally allowed for the girls. The rules relaxed even more during the eighties
and most of the boys wore snug shorts that accentuated their crotches and see-
through net shirts that stopped short of the navel and advertised their tight
adolescent bellies. Hair got shorter in the nineties and the shorts became
looser and the shirts more modest. Then the style had shifted to loose pants
that sagged low enough around the ass to allow the waist bad of their brightly
patterned shorts to serve as a fashion statement, and tee shirts that
advertised bands or products that Bud had never heard of were the norm. Now
the kids seemed to be dressed more conservatively, favoring denim pants,
slacks, or cargo shorts. Hats were now turned the proper direction and the
messages on tee and sweatshirts were definitely less provocative and obscene
that a few years ago, as if the school had enacted a dress code of some sort.
One thing was still the same as forty years ago, Bud mused as he spied the
cloud of blue smoke around a bunch of kids gathered near a concrete retaining
wall waiting for the first bell of the day. Kids still congregated off of
school property to smoke. Some waved their cigarettes around flamboyantly in
defiance of the age limit and unashamed of their habits while others puffed
fugitively at cupped hands, ever alert for an errant faculty member or
neighbor who might squeal to a parent about their kid’s new habit. Some shared
with others, and one small cluster of laughing youngsters passed a hand rolled
something or other around, each taking one drag before passing it on, just
like their parents had done in the seventies and eighties. The empty packages
that littered the ground were mostly Marlburoughs and Camels. The youngsters
were now discriminating consumers but after a few years of addiction and
they’d be smoking the low priced generic brands.
Most of the kids were gone by the time Bud went home from work, but the nearby
athletic field rang with the shouts of the scrimmaging football team and Bud
paused a minute to watch the young warriors preparing for their next contest.
He didn’t really care about football but he liked to ogle the bulges in the
athletes’ tight pants and imagine what the boys might look like naked. For
that very same reason he preferred wrestling and he seldom missed an
opportunity to attend a meet and watch the young, testosterone-exuding
gladiators grapple around the mat in the skin-tight suits that clearly showed
the profile of the cock and the hang of each testicle. He liked swimming for
the same reason and he frequently endured the humidity and chlorine stink of
the pool to view the smoothly shaven youths parade around the pool apron in
the skimpy Speedos that left little doubt as to who among them was best
endowed.
Bud paused for a minute by the neighborhood skateboard park to catch his
breath after the steep climb. It had been a tennis court ten years ago, but
the growing popularity of what most adults considered a trash sport had pushed
the Parks Department into removing the nets and installing a variety of
concrete sculptures from which the young daredevils launched themselves into
the air. Bud was impressed by some of their antics, but since the favorite
garb of the participants consisted of baggy shorts, the sport didn’t do much
for him. Today was warm, however, and one of the half dozen adolescents had
stripped off his tee shirt to catch some sun while he skated. Bud had seen him
there often, sometimes even in the morning, and more than once the lad had
whizzed past him flying his skateboard down the hill hurrying to make the
class bell. The hairless belly and beardless chin, coupled with his diminutive
size had made Bud wonder if the boy had even entered puberty. The kid now wore
only shorts, and Bud got close enough to see the coarse hair on his calves and
the tufts sprouting from his armpits. Bud preferred smoothly shaven or
hairless legs, but he still couldn’t help but ponder what the lad would look
like naked, and imagining the possibilities caused Bud to pop an erection.
Embarrassed by his reaction, he drooped his coat strategically over an arm and
used the hanging folds to conceal his perversion as he hurried on towards his
home.
He took his usual dry weather shortcut through the park and carefully scoped
out some of the nooks and crannies where he frequently found used condoms. He
was sure that one day he’d find one or more of the beautiful young studs doing
what beautiful young studs do with rubbers, but so far he hadn’t been lucky.
Bud was breathing hard by the time he got to his house. The climb up the hill
was getting a little harder each year. He’d always lived there. He’d been born
there, stayed around for a few years after graduation out of economic
necessity, and then a few years more to help his mother cope with his father’s
death. His mother had died fifteen years ago and left Bud the house and the
last car she’d bought: a 1966 Thunderbird, which Bud had never driven. His
epilepsy precluded his getting a license, or so he’d been told at the time, so
he’d never even leaned to drive. People were constantly trying to fuck him out
of the car but he determined to keep it until he really needed the money.
Bud’s job in the hardware store didn’t pay much, but with no mortgage, no car
expenses, and no social life he managed very nicely. Bud had dated some in
high school, but after he’d had a couple of seizures while on dates girls were
a little afraid of him. He’d eventually learned that flashing lights tended to
set him off, so he avoided movies and television. He was now fifty-five years
old and hadn’t been laid in over twenty-five years, and he still satisfied
himself by jacking off every evening just like he’d done forty years ago. He
had several different scenarios that he used to masturbate. One involved being
orally and anally gang raped by a half dozen adolescents, another favorite was
a kid squeezing his balls until he was forced to give a blowjob.
Tonight his fantasies involved the boy at the skateboard park. He crawled into
bed, read a while then turned out the light and pulled down his shorts. Taking
his cock in his hand and fondling his balls, Bud imagined the boy lying naked
across a bed with his legs spread wide. Bud was on his knees on the floor,
slowly licking the boy’s balls and finally taking the small but well formed
cock into his mouth, sucking him off, and swallowing every drop. Bud was hard
by now, but nowhere near his orgasm, so he continued by licking the boy hard
again, applying a light film of lubricant to the adolescent’s cock, and then
bending over the edge of the bed to allow the lad to fuck him in the ass. Bud
rolled over on his side, stroked faster, and reached around with his other had
to insert a finger into his ass. He felt the pressure building in his balls
and when ejaculation was just seconds away he rolled onto his back, spread his
legs wide, and imagined that the boy had just unloaded inside him, pulled out,
and delivered a solid kick into Bud’s dangling scrotum. The orgasm was
intense; the best in many months, and Bud went to sleep a happy man.
The boy was back at the skateboard park the next afternoon, shirtless, and
once again served as the fuel for Bud’s nightly aerobic workout. Bud woke
early the next morning and thought about jacking off again, but instead
satisfied himself by idly scratching his balls and thinking about the boy. The
boy was there again that morning, alone, taking the opportunity to skate for a
few minutes before going to school. Bud gave him the barest of glances as he
walked down the hill to his office. The kid was back at the park that
afternoon, and Bud having thought the matter out thoroughly, sat down at his
computer and went to work.
Bud had a computer that he used at home during the end of the month billing
crunch, but no connection to the Internet. He’d learned long ago that many web
sites and particularly the flashing pop up ads were likely to initiate a
seizure, so he used only his billing and inventory programs and the word
processor for an occasional letter to his sister. Tonight he opened the word
processor and slowly composed a flyer.
“Young Men,” it began, “Don’t Waste Your Excess Sperm, Sell It! Yes That’s
Right, Sell It! Buyer Willing To Pay top Dollar For Your Excess Sperm! Safe
and Discrete. Mail P.O. Box 313 for Details. Limited Time Offer.”
Bud left an hour early for work the next morning and tacked the flyer to the
post at the skateboard park where the boy usually hung his backpack. Bud had a
pretty good idea that the boy lived in the low-income housing complex at the
top of the hill, and he was certain that the lad could use the money. His
anonymity was protected by the address; it was the billing address for the
hardware store where he worked, and one of his responsibilities was to walk by
the Post Office every morning and collect the contents of the mailbox. No one
but he need ever see any response from the flyer.
The boy was skating that afternoon and the flyer was missing from the post.
Bud didn’t pause on his way by and the kid apparently didn’t even notice him.
He tacked up another poster the next morning, and it too was gone that
afternoon. The next morning Bud hit pay dirt. Along with various bills and
payments, the morning mail contained a plain envelope with only the Post
Office box number he’d given. He hurriedly tore it open on the way back to the
store. The reply had been done on a computer and was very poorly written, but
the request for more details, particularly the amount of money that could be
earned. There was no return address or phone number, instead was the
suggestion that a message could be left under a particular rock near the park.
Bud immediately wrote a reply indicating that he had a rare but non-contagious
hereditary condition, which was true, and that required regular dosages of
fresh human sperm to keep in remission, which of course was bullshit. He
offered to pay twenty dollars per dosage unit, as he put it, but freshness was
extremely important and Bud would have to participate in the collection. He
didn’t want to scare the kid off so he didn’t specify just how specimen would
be collected.
Bud had no misgivings about the morality of the whole deal; He was of the
opinion that a horny young kid forced or coerced into getting his rocks off
was a lucky little fucker instead of a victim, and that there’d be no lasting
mental trauma to the kid.
Bud thought about a suitable location for the liaison all day, and finally
remembered that the general manager of the store was on vacation in Bermuda
and had left his house unattended. The location was ideal as there were no
close neighbors and the house had thick draperies that excluded any light from
escaping. The back door was only a few yards from the shrubbery of the City
Park, and more importantly, Bud had a key to the house and knew the disarming
code for the alarm system.
“Come through the park to the house at 815 Elm Street,” Bud wrote. “The back
door will be unlocked. I’ll be expecting you right after dark, and the process
may take up to an hour. Please refrain from any other sexual activity between
now and then.”
Bud placed the note under the rock early the next morning, and then went home
right after work, changed into some loose sweat pants, and hurried to the
house. He sat down to wait and killed the time reading a magazine, trying his
best to ignore the erection that he’d had most of the afternoon and that by
now so intense that it was almost painful. He finally heard a faint, almost
furtive tapping on the back door. He opened the door to find the boy, dressed
as usual in tee shirt and shorts, facing him.
“Is that the guy?” A deep voice inquired from the darkness.
“Yeah,” the boy answered. “He’s the guy that is always eyeballing me, popping
a boner, and he’s the same guy that put up the flyers and left the note under
the rock. It’s him, all right.”
Bud tried to slam the door, but found that the kid’s foot suddenly blocked it
and before he could react four men, all dressed in black and wearing ski masks
over their faces, rushed from the darkness and pushed him inside the house.
“The boy should go,” one of the men said. “He doesn’t need to see this.”
“Let him stay and watch,” another man said. “It’ll be a good lesson and might
keep him out of trouble.”
Bud was roughly dragged to the kitchen and forced onto the table. His
sweatpants were rudely torn away and his legs were forced apart and held that
way by three of the men while another foraged through the kitchen drawers.
“This one will do,” the fourth man said, returning to the dining area
brandishing a large knife. “You have a hereditary condition, all right,” the
man said, taking Bud’s scrotum into his hand. “It’s a disease, actually, and
were going to cure it right now.”
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Going Undercover | Transformation Casterated | Mister Showers preferred the offer to remain male but endowed with a less human form. | ` "Mister Showers the Shiek sends his congratulations and his undying respect.
As this IV drip begins you should drift off into a deep long lasting slumber.
The chemicals and upcoming surgery's will not then inflict any concern on your
part. Once the final form in reached and all is to my satifaction you shall be
revived. Then with our constant guidence your manners will be taught and in
the time of two or three months. Once again you are acting like a horse you
will be released into service of our government." explains the Doctor. `
As you watch and can not respond being a breathing tube is inserted down the
throat one can only nod the head.
A sudden entry of some young man stops the Doctor making him walk away into
the darker part of the room. He speaks asking if this is true and then slowly
turns to walk back where you are strapped to his surgical table.
"Mister Showers your final destination has changed and we won't be sending a
Palamino stallion into the feild of honor. Instead the newest threat comes
from within your own country. Thus your orders have been changed and with them
so shall your final position. For me it makes the transition of genus and
species easier, as it will make you much larger than what you were at first to
become. The sorry part of this is that you must become a Percheron draft horse
and then be a part of one team pulling a Governor's carriage. At first you are
allowed to remain as a stallion but once deemed into service those over you
will undoubtedly geld you for use as a carriage animal. The shiek has by his
gracious offer suggested we make you the stallion now and as you become
accustom to being a horse some special mating rituals would grant insight to
how a horse feels and lusts. If when in the service you are put to a test the
actions and manners used as a horse would come into direct play. This would
stop any thought of trickery or decent on our part giving you clear territory
to listen and report. As speach and hands worthy of writing are not going to
be availabe our operator there will read you report by you writing it into the
drifting sands of your corral. This being slow to give your report but since
having you become a Percheron means the way to become human again is closed,
you shall remain a Percheron the rest of your natural life. I tell you this
now because after gelding you your human intellect will begin to wane and fade
once having been the horse for more than three years. After that our operative
will not come to visit as your thoughts and instincts will be those of the
common animal and horse. As then you pay and whatever you deem will be sent on
to your family with a thankful letter from our Shiek." the Doctor explains
away your form, your service, and your humanity.
Moaning your fate you had fond hope that being as a Palamino Stallion was only
a short time or at the worst five years. The offer of returning to at least
some human form if not your own was making the bestial form acceptable.
Your drifting off to sleep and the thoughts of becoming an animal seem to
matter very little now. As sleep takes you the real work begins.
(See part two "The Percheron Spy")
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The Psychology Center-Part 2 | TESTICLES | A plan is put into motion for a phsycologist to betray his sex offender patients so that women can feel satisfied with their punishment. | ` `
Jason walked from the room the group therapy for his sex offender patients was
currently being held so he could refresh the drinks he always offered. He went
into the small kitchen and removed the gator aid from the fridge. Then he
filled all the plastic cups with it, and put them on the tray. But one cup in
particular he added a little something too. It was a drug that was a little
slow in kicking in, but once it did, it hit the person all at once. It wasn't
meant to knock the person out, only to make them very woozy.
He walked back into the room and made sure to give the cup with the drug in it
to James Garrison, the man who raped Angela.
The group would be over in about ten minutes, so it wouldnt kick in until
after he had left wich was exactly what he wanted.
He had to admit that he felt his reason for doing this had alot to do with his
feelings for Angela, he liked her, and didn't think she deserved what she got.
And now he was willing to help her get back at the man who traumatized her.
Ten minutes passed and the group was over. They shuffled out pretty quick and
before the door was even shut all the way he was on his cell phone and had
already dialed the number.
"Hey." he said as the female voice on the other end answeared. He continued,
"He's leaving now, be ready."
"Okay, I see his car pulling out now. I'll call you when I have him."
"Okay."
What James Garrison did not know was that Mary Beale, a female police officer,
was waiting silently in her cruiser just a few feet back from the center. When
she saw him pull out, she preceded to follow him, but tried to be
inconspicuous. She knew she needed to give the drug time to kick in.
They were on the highway, and in a few minutes time he started to swerve, so
she turned on her lights and pulled him over.
He pulled to the side, and she got out and made her way to the driver side
window of his truck.
Though she was in uniform, and dirty blonde hair was pulled back, she felt she
was one of the more attractive women on the force.
He rolled down the window and she got his license and registration, and
pretended to check him for priors back at her cruiser. Then she explained that
the reason she pulled him over was because he was swerving all over the road.
"I' don't unnersan-it," his speach was clearly slurred from the drug having
kicked in. "I haben had anyting to dwink all nit"
She ordered him to get out and after giving the sobriety test, and making him
take the breathilizer test, she arrested him and put him in the back of her
police cruiser. Before she got in, she used her cell phone to call Jason, and
when he was on the line she told him where the truck was pulled over so he
could come pick it up, informing him that the keys would be under the front
seat.
She got in and took him to the destination, having noticed that the drug had
so heavily affected him that she was sure that all of this would be a blur in
the morning to him, and not only would he not be able to remember what she
looked like, he would not even remember bein pulled over.
Jason got to the truck in a few minutes time with the assistance of Angela who
met him back at the Psychology Center. Once there, she drove his truck back to
close to the center but parked about a mile away where Jason then picked her
up. That way he wouldnt suspect it to have had anythng to do with the center.
Even if he did put two and two together and figure out he had been drugged, he
had no proof, and certainly wouldnt come forward to say what had happened to
him.
After about fifteen minutes everyone arrived at the house. Jason, Mary,
Angela, and Barbara, a surgeon that Jason knew. She had come to him for
counseling when she was raped a few years back, so he knew she would jump at
the opportunity to do this.
Mary pulled the cruiser into the garage, and they closed the garage door
behind her. Then they all helped carry him into the house(He was completely
unconscious) to a room in the back of it that had already been prepared for
this. The house was Barbara's she offered to let it be the designated place to
do it.
Once there, they put him on the operating table, and the four of them preceded
to strip him completely naked. Then he was given a shot to keep him sedated
through the procedure.
Angela stood over him, and stared at his naked body for the longest time. "I
really wish I had a camera about now, this is indeed a kodac moment." she
smiled as she said it.
Jason walked over to her, and gently brushed her hair from her face and behind
her ear and said, "You're lookin forward to this aren't you?"
"You kiddin? I've dreampt of this moment every day for over a year now. He is
gonna be one surprised guy when he wakes up and goes to take a piss. I wish I
could be there for that. That I would LOVE to see."
"Now", Mary said after she had prepared herself for the operation, and was now
suited up with O.R. Scrubs and rubber gloves, "Who wants to shave him?"
"It would be my pleasure." Angela said, while taking the shaving cream and
razor from her. She put on a pair of rubber gloves, and then rubbed the
shaving cream all over his pubic hair, making sure his balls were totally
covered with it.
Then she shaved off all his pubic hair, making no attempt to be careful, and
on occasion she cut his balls with the razor. It was hard to tell if she ment
to do it or not, but she sure didn't feel bad about it either way. Clearly she
was enjoying having total control over the testicles of the man who had forced
himself on her, knowing that in a little while he would lose them both.
"All done." she said while remving the gloves and tossin them in the garbage.
She then walked to his face, lowered herslef to his ear, and whispered, "Guess
what James. It's payback time."
Barbary performed the castration, totally removing his balls, and Angela
assisted with anything Barbara needed. After about an hour and a half, with
everyone sitting in the room observing the whole time, his testicles were
completely removed, and disposed of.
"Ok, it's done." Barbara said.
"Good." Angela said.
Mary took him back to his car and threw him in the driver's seat, and chuckled
to herself at what they had just done. Of course, he was not going to be the
last.
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It is hard to love.
Jenny and I met while we were in school. Both of us were assigned
to the same dorm
room that year, and our love grew with each passing day. I found
that there was some
difference between her and me then, not physical, but mental.
She disliked it when I would make love to her clit. Her revulsion
at my touching of her
sex was hindering. She would lavish upon my breasts and upon my
clit and vagina all
the attention that I could stand and then some more, but there came
a time when she
would not allow me to touch hers at all.
Jenny was but an average woman. Brown of hair and eye, slender.
She wore clothing
that made her seem sexless. I was of red hair, and green eye.
Slender, with small
breasts.
She underwent therapy for her ‘condition’. They wished her to
learn to accept being a
woman, for it was obvious that she would never in her life be
male. That went on for
years.
Then it happened. . .
“Alice,” she said to me in our apartment. My head lay upon her
lap. “I have come to a
decision, my lady love, I cannot remain like this, not now, not
ever. I hate this.”
“I know, my love, but there is nothing they will let you do.”
“I have chosen to do so myself.”
And so she had. She had managed to save a lot of money over the
years and now, she
wanted her opperation, whether the docs would give it to her or
no. She told me that
she had contacted a doctor who would perform the opperations.
The doctor herself was a practicing plastic surgen, who had chosen
to do some sideline
surgury. We were to go to her office on a Saturday, park away from
the bulding, and
enter through the back. It was common for her to do paper work on
a Saturday, so
there was no question about that; however, it was rare for her to
operate in such a
manner.
The Doctor was older, slender, and greying, but nice in so many
ways.
The opperations were to be easy. First would be the removal of
Jenny’s breasts. She
would be left without nipples, by her own request. Then would come
the intensive
surgury. Jenny’s ovaries, uterus, and vagina were to be removed.
Once that had all be
done, Jenny’s clit and labia were to be removed.
I drove the car to the back, and very quickly took my lover from
where she had been
altered. We carried a container that held her former organs. It
was something of
Jenny’s request that we dine upon what was once hers.
It has been two years now, and though there have been problems, we
still love each
other. There are no scars to mar her skin any more, now she is
perfect to her eyes, a
sexless person, and a great lover.
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Minotaur! | BI, TESTICLES, Other: | A bull Minotaur gets made a stear for mounting! | Janus watched the growing brightness of false dawn light the sky, as his carriage
rumbled across the city. The sun was just peeking over the mountains, as he
reached his destination. Blade court that infamous market for mercenaries an hire
swords was still empty so early. A fact for which the minister was glad, he
hadn't come here to hire rabble. And there clamoring and bombastic boasting
about there sposed prowess always annoyed him. His driver pulled to a stop
infront of the main hall, neophyte and novice swordsmen mostly gathered in the
courtyard. Strong experienced warriors gathered in the hall it's self, but in the
lower levels under the hall an the very court. Even more dangerous things could
be found, it was to this place he was going! It was not something the proprietor
of the blade court admitted openly, indeed it was well hidden. If he hadn't been
there before, Janus admitted he could never have found the darkly legendary
shadow court. The huge double doors of the hall opened before him as he
approached, the guards bidding him welcome and to enter. He didn't slow as he
pasted them and hurried on in to the hall, past the feasting halls and combats.
Past the private rooms and the day rooms, buried deep in the facility. Was a tiny
office, packed with books, ledgers and dusted scrolls. Janus made his way
across the cluttered room carefully, stopping at the back wall of the diminutive
office. Waving his hand at the over burdenned book shelf along the wall, he
quitly whispered the the mystic command. Watching amused as the wall an shelf
faded away, to reveal the stairway leading down in to the darkness. Without
hesitation the minister descended the dark roughly hewn stairway. The stairs
descended approximately forty feet, with three passageways converging at the
base. Janus turned to his left, down a short well lit passage he came to a second
office. Clean, spacious and tastefully decorated with comfortable furniture, this
room was everything the pitiful alcove above was not. The tall well dressed man
behind the desk stood, and bowed stiffly. "What may I do for you my lord?" He
inquired warmly. "I am in need of a personal guard and ahem...adjutant." Janus
explained. "What of Cortu?" "Ahh." "He unfortunately is no longer in my
service." "I see." The clerk said taking a scroll from his desk drawer, an dipping
his pen in the ink well. "And who does he now serve?" "He who we must all
serve one day." The finance minister clarified. "Ahh I'll have to have his name
removed from our rolls then." The clerk muttered thoughtfully. "I'm sorry, but
we have no more wereboars prehaps a." "Thats quite alright." Janus cut him off.
"I'm presently looking for something more powerful an unique." "A minotaur
perhaps, I have a number you should be able to find one you like." "No." "I need
something able if necessary to walk unnoticed amoung the rabble." "Hhmmm." "I
may just have the very thing." The clerk announced standing up once again. "If
you would please follow me." He said limping around the desk an out into the
passageway. Janus rose an followed the clerk back down the short passage,
pass the stairs an down the right hand passage. They pasted any number of
heavy ironbound oaken doors and side passages. At last their jounary ended at a
set of huge double doors, that were if anything even heavier than the or doors
they had pasted.
"Erasmus." The clerk called pounded on the door. "Are you
presentable?" He called pounding again. The heavy double doors were snatch
open with a swoosh, banging against the stone walls sharply. A huge half naked
man stood in the open doorway glaring at them coldly. "What?" He growled his
voice grating an gravelly. His massive naked torso glistened oily in the torch
light, each powerful muscle clearly visiable under his tight drawn red tinted skin.
"You've been cryin' about having nothing to do!" "I bring you work." The clerk
snarled right back. Running his huge fingers through his coal black hair, the big
man stepped to one side. "Come in then." He said gesture to the dimly lit
chamber beyond. The roughly rectangular was dimly lit with braziers, the
corners an back disappearing into darkness. The furniture was crafted mostly
out of rough hewn wood, and was as massive as the man using it. In the center
of the room, on it's gigantic knee's it's chest and shoulders pressed to the floor
was a minotaur. It was obvious that the massive creature had been beaten
senseless! And eqaully obvious what the big man had been doing to it before
they had entered. Seeing Janus staring at the prostrate creature, the big man
reached over an pulled it's tail to one side exposing it's abused an quivering
asshole. "Would you care to partake?" He leered. "Perhaps when we've
finished dealing." Janus answered smiling. The big man smiled back displaying
sharp teeth, in a mouth that was entirely to big to be human! "Very well I'm
interested, whats the secret here." Janus asked. "Show him Erasmus." The clerk
called. The big man stood raising his arms over his head stretching his powerful
muscles. His slick red skin thicken into rough hide, huge bat wings sprouted
from his shoulders. A long muscular tail descended to the ground behind him,
even as his powerful legs twisted and crook. His feet shriveled and darknened
into cloven hooves, great sprial ram's horns erupted from his forehead.
"Erasmus's mother was one of the mountain folks witch's. The clerk explained.
"And his father was, well I think you can tell what his father was!" The clerk
smirked. The minotaur stirred slightly groaning, Erasmus casually turned and
slammed a huge armored fist into it's head. Absently smashing the weakly
struggling creature, back into submission! Janus stood and slowly walked
around the monstrosity studying him thoughtfully. "Whats his run down?" He
inquired. "He's immune to all standard weapons, taking damage only from
magical or blessed ones, he's magic resist to a great degree." "He can shape shift
as you've seen, and cast a number of spell naturally." "Innate." Janus corrected.
"What?" "He doesn't cast spells, the powers are Innate like the wings an tail a part
of him." "Very sharp." Erasmus rumbled to the minister. "I know a little about
magic, and magical creatures." The minister admitted. "What are your powers?"
"Charm, globe of darkness, minor illusions and geas." The grotesque monstrously
rumbled. "I see, and how much do you want to make?" "I have few needs."
Erasmus rumbled thoughtfully. "I can see that!" Janus answered looking around
carefully. "The hall has to make at least." The clerk started. "The only thing I
see, I think you need is better entertainment!" Janus chuckled.
"Verily!" "Ahem my lord." The clerk started again. "Double what I
was paying for Cortu." "No more." Janus announced spinning to face the startled
clerk. The surprised man stumbled back. "I...er that is...ahem..ah..you have a
deal." He sputtered. "Good now that thats out of the way, perhaps you'd like to
finish your...er..revelry!" Janus asked pointing to the supine minotaur. Erasmus
grinned wolfishly. "Perchance you would like to essay it first?" Erasmus asked.
"Perchance if you don't mind?" "Be my guest please, I am nothing if not a good
host!" The fiend grunted. The finance minister threw back his robes, an knelt
behind the enormous prostrate creature. Pushing his hip's forward, Janus
thrusted his big cock head to the minotaurs partially expanded hole! Thinking it
wasn't going to be a very good fuck, thus was amazed when the minotaur's
powerful sphincter comtracted tightly around the head of his intruding fucker!
The huge deadly creature snorted, it's powerful body quivered and flexed.
"OHhho!" The minotaur felt much better on his cock then Janus would have ever
believed, it was all he could do to work himself all the way in! When he findly
got his full lenght all the way in, he just stood there on his knees enjoying the hot
tight fit for a long moment! "Ahhh!" He moaned as he began slowly pumping in
and out, the friction was unbelievable! Thrusting faster an deeper he pounded
the minotaurs lean bulbus buttock's unmercifully vigorously! "I'll go draw up the
papers." The clerk announced abruptly hastening out, a look of sickened disgust
on his face. Janus glanced at the fleeing clerk and then back at Erasmus amused.
The big fiend grinned back chuckling, presently both of them were roaring with
derisive laughter at the retreating clerk's back. Using the beast's tail for leverage
to pull it back as he thrusted forward, Janus rode it's quivering asshole relentless
and unsympatheticly! The beaten brute whimpered and grunted at this callous
and exacting treatment, at times feebly attempting to raise or resist. Only to be
savagely beaten back in to submission, by the gigantic fiend Easmus. Janus
realized that if he had tried this another time, the tremendously muscled minotaur
would have tore him apart! Or even possiblly done the samething to him, yet
now it could do nothing but kneel and take it. This realization brought the
finance minister almost as much pleasure, as the cringing creature's tight orifice!
Pounding it in with all his might, panting an grimacing Janus pumped his load
balls deep into the monster's ass! Pulling out he noticed the creature's own long
red cock hanging down between it's leg's. Grasping the shaft he pulled it back
through them, pushing it's heavy ball's aside. He rubbed it's big round cock
head in his cum oozing from it's convulsing asshole. When the knob was good
an slick, he pushed it arduous into the spasming orifice. Forcing as much of it in
as he could, then he began pumping it in and out! Fucking the beast with it's
own massive cock, it didn't take more in a few quick thrusts. The monster's
massive body shivered, and it's own milky cum flooded out around it's deep
drilling fucker! Erasmus and the minister roared with derisive laughter again,
this time at the minotaur's blubber as it realized what had just happened!
Grabbing the beast's head Erasmus lifted it to it's knees,
and forced it to lick the ministers still semi hard fucker clear! Janus grimaced at
the monster's sand paper like tongue, but let it continue until it had finished
completely. When it was done Erasmus beat the now cowering creature back
into position. And brutally tore it's now limp cock out of it's ass, with that
opening now free. He crammed his own enormous cock into the now very well
lubricated orifice. Janus watched in amzement as the huge snake like organ
disappeared into the whining monster's most taboo an delicate orifice! If the
minister thought the minotaur whimpered and squirmed before, it was nothing
compared to the reaction Erasmus pounded out of it! But the the huge fiend rode
the trembling and weakly struggling monster like a horseman riding a half wild
stallion! "I'll be in the office finalizing the deal, bring me those when your
finished!" He said pointing to the minotaur's fist size nut's. "Just those?"
Erasmus grunted. "Yes." "Make a steer out of him, but keep him alive." "As you
may know there are no female minotaurs, so I'm sure the others would really
adore something to fuck!" "I'll let them know that's what he's for, when I take
him back!" The fiend assured. "How kind of you." Janus called grinning.
Making Erasmus roar with laughter once again, as beating, raping, castrating and
guaranteeing that it would be violated by it's own species. Probably for the rest
of it's life could be called almost anything but kind!
It was quite a bit later when the
fiend finally arrived at the clerk's office, he had taken human form once again.
And was dressed as a Kahdivan warrior, with a white turban and steel helmet. A
knee lenght sleeveless tunic over a loose fitting shirt, baggy trousers an short soft
boots. On his left hip hung a tiny dinner plate sized kahdivan buckler, on his
right a heavy bladed scimitar. With his coal black hair and dusky skin he could
past, tho' he was clearly the biggest Kahdivan warrior anyone had ever saw.
Janus smiled at this thought. "Worth the wait." He muttered. "I tarried long
e'nuff to watch the first one, enjoy the pleasure's of their newly enslaved
derriere!" Erasmus chuckled. "Understandable!" The finance minister leered. |
Adam | GAY, NULLIFICATION | ` This guy Adam lives across the driveway of our apartment complex. His
roommate moved out so he lives alone - I think his parents pay his rent. I've
only talked to him a few times but he always says he's got nothing to do and
he gets really bored, so one day when I was off work I asked him if he wanted
to go get some lunch. I figured I'd get to know him some, all that neighbor
shit. `
He's a good looking guy. He's a physical ed major or something like that, and
the boy was built. I'd see him come back from jogging all sweaty and it was a
real turn on, but I figured he was pretty fratty so I was never likely to make
it anywhere with him.
Anyway, innocent lunch. We go off to eat, talk some along the way. He seemed
like a nice guy, and we got along well. We finished our food and headed back
to the apartments, making idle chatter along the way. When we got back, he
just turned to me and said, "You wanna go have sex?"
That was a total surprise, but I know an opportunity when I see one. "Sure." I
tried not to seem too eager. We headed into his place. It was nearly empty -
he used a chair for a desk, he didn't have a couch or anything. It was like
nobody really lived there.
As we walked back to his room he peeled off his shirt and I was treated to a
view of his back. He wasn't all that cut but damn his muscles were huge. I was
envious. Inside his room he turned to me and my boner stiffened right up at
the sight of his hairless chest, his abs, his arms. He came close to me and
started unbuttoning my shirt, slowly, surely, with confidence. I kicked my
shoes off. He threw the shirt back over my shoulders and I let it fall to the
ground, as he pressed his face to my chest and slowly dropped to his knees,
his face pressing against my torso all the way down. I could feel his breath,
his cheek, his hands on my ass. When he got down there he undid my pants and
brought them down slowly. My cock was only held in now by the boxer briefs I
wore, and it was tightly outlined by them. I stepped out of my shorts and he
unpeeled my dick.
The boy went at it like there was no tomorrow - the ferocity he sucked me off
with made me wonder if he was trying to suck it or eat it. He was good,
though. He moved on to my balls and then back again, constantly down there
like a dog trying to get at a buried bone. His technique was perfect, and I
came twice just from the attentions of his mouth.
I wanted to reciprocate but he seemed reluctant. Finally I got him to take his
pants off, standing while I lay on the bed. As he dropped his shorts I gasped.
Adam's cock was just a stub, maybe an inch long, and he had no testicles. It
was such a weird contradiction - this really muscular, masculine guy with no
balls and almost no dick. "Dude, what happened?" I asked, incredulous, even as
my cock was lengthening.
"I got stubbed." He lay down next to me.
"Stubbed?"
"Yeah. It's what it's called - they trim your cock down to a stub and get rid
of your balls."
"How did this happen?"
"A friend of mine got stubbed back in high school. The summer before my senior
year of high school me and a bunch of other guys from the wrestling team went
ahead and had it done too. It's really nice - no balls, no real dick. It feels
great."
"How do you fuck?" I asked him, amazed that somebody could be so cavalier
about not having a dick.
"I use my mouth, or toys. What's left is a lot more sensitive, and I don't get
horny unless I want to."
I stuck my hand out to touch his little stub. It was hard as a rock. The skin
had grown over the end, leaving just a little hole to piss from. I could feel
him tense up, and his abs came into clear focus. His definition was amazing
when he flexed. I started to fondle it and he moaned a little, settled to get
more comfortable. Then I tried going down on it. I couldn't really get it far
into my mouth or anything but I could lick it, suck on it a little bit. Adam
twitched and moaned - he really enjoyed this. I was still amazed that he had
done this to himself, but it was a real turnon. I sucked and played with his
little stub for a while longer, then went up and kissed him, making out while
rubbing my dick against his bare, hairless groin. I humped a little, played
with his nipples, then went back down on him, licking that little thing like
it was a big tit, until finally he bucked a bit and out squirted cum. It shot
a good three feet in the air.
Adam lay back and I lay next to him. We cuddled wordlessly for ten minutes or
so, and then got cleaned up.
We continued having sex for the next few weeks. Adam was a neat guy and a good
lover, and it was interesting to see how he operated without the normal
equipment. To be honest, I was growing more envious by the day - he could go
forever without cumming and had such control. From the way he moaned I could
tell that stub must have been super sensitive as well. Facets of his
personality were enviable as well - he never seemed to freak out or get really
pissed at things, and he didn't have to compromise anything to get off every
once in awhile.
One night he invited me over to watch a tape he had of a bodybuilding
competition some friends of his had been in in high school. He had filmed it
and thought I might get a kick out of it. As we watched it he pointed out the
number of guys in it that had been stubbed - it was surprisingly high; I had
no idea that it was this common. "Oh, yeah," he told me. "Among athletes,
mostly. Not even gay ones, really - it's pretty universal." I admitted to him
that night that I wanted to get stubbed too. Adam seemed happy. "I thought you
might. I had a friend who had it done a few months ago by somebody in town.
I'll find out who did it."
It didn't take him long. We headed down the next weekend to a local
piercing/tattoo place right at closing. Adam had made the appointment for me.
We headed down into the place and met the guy who was going to do it. I was
really nervous about the whole thing - I mean, here I was about to get my
balls cut off and my dick stubbed down; who wouldn't be nervous?
The guy was really friendly. He was about 35, pretty cute, fairly well built -
some nice tribal tattoos and a number of visible facial piercings. His name
was Joe. We shook hands and all, and he took me back into the piercing room.
"Okay then. Get your clothes off and let me take a look at you. You shaved,
right?" I nodded - Adam had shaven my groin bare earlier that day. I began
stripping and we talked some.
"How many of these have you done?" I asked him as I pulled my shirt off.
"About forty. I lost track two years ago when I stopped keeping the testicles.
The only ones I have in my trophy rack now are mine, or some of the ones with
interesting jewelry or tats."
"So you're castrated?" Adam asked.
"More than that. No cock at all, except a little left of the internal part.
Here..." he undid his pants and dropped them. Joe didn't even have a stub,
just a smooth groin with a little hole in it where his dick must have been.
"My wife really digs it."
"Your wife?" I had assumed Joe was gay...I don't really know why.
"Oh, yeah. I have a son from when I was young and dumb. We raise him, but she
didn't want any more kids, so when I asked her about castrating myself she was
all for it. I did that myself, and then the guy who taught me how to stub cut
my cock out two years later. I wanted a stub myself but my wife wanted it all
gone."
"You still have sex?" Adam asked.
"Oh, yeah. It's great - I don't really want it unless she asks me, and there's
no performance anxiety or anything. Mostly we just do oral stuff, and we have
a few strap-ons if either of us wants to get fucked. After I cut my balls off
I stopped being able to really get a decent erection, so getting rid of my
cock was just the next logical step. Did my nipples, too." He pulled up his
shirt to show us.
Adam was nodding. He turned to me and told me, "You'll really like the lack of
the sex drive. It's a whole lot better without it."
"Oh, so you're done, too?" Joe asked him. By this time I was standing there
naked with a burgeoning erection.
"Yeah; I got stubbed back in high school."
"You mind if I see? Professional curiousity and all."
"Nah, not at all." Adam dropped his pants.
Joe looked and felt around it a little. "Nice job. Guy really knew what he was
doing. You get it done locally?"
"No, back home."
"Cool." Adam pulled his pants back up. "Spread your legs a little." I did.
Joe knelt down in front of me. "Can you get a full erection?" he asked, and
within a few seconds I had one. He felt it a little, looked at it pretty hard.
"Okay...so you want just the cock done, balls, or both?"
"Oh, both," I told him. "I want a really small stub, but not quite flush."
"Okay. Hop up on the table. The way I do this is testicles first, then penis.
The first thing I'll do is put an elastrator band around the neck of your
scrotum, then cut off your testicles. Or, if you want, you could do it
yourself. I can tell you from personal experience that that part doesn't hurt
too much, and personally I didn't take any anesthetic for that one. A lot of
guys want to feel their balls coming away."
"That would be cool."
"Okay, then I'll give you the painkiller. You'll feel your whole crotch go
numb, and I'll use these spring loaded scissors," he held up a scary looking,
very shiny, very large pair of scissors, "and in a matter of seconds I'll cut
it where you want. After than I'll shape the end so it's nice and rounded off,
pull off the elastrator ring, and sew up around the stub. You'll also need to
wear a catheter during all this and for the first two or three weeks
afterward. Any questions?"
"Nope." I glanced at Adam. He winked back.
"Okay then." Joe got a purple marker. "Mark on your cock where you'll want me
to make the cut." I made a little mark about half an inch from my abdomen. He
put a pillow down on the table. "Lie back and spread your legs out." My knees
stuck out over the side of the table. Joe ran a catheter down my still erect
penis and pulled the guide wire out slowly. Next he produced the elastrator
and loaded the band into it. "This will snap when it goes on, but it shouldn't
hurt too much at first."
He positioned the thing over my balls and released. It felt like a really
tight rubber band just snapped me, but it wasn't too bad. "Here ya go." Joe
handed me a smaller version of the scissors. "Just squeeze a little and the
spring will snap shut."
I looked up at Adam, put the scissors right below the band, and squeezed. The
scissors leapt in my hand, and I watched as my balls just fell right off.
"Well, that was easy," I commented.
"Felt good, huh?" Joe asked. "I never get sick of that." He already had the
needle ready. I just stared at my groin as he stuck the needle into the base
of my dick. It didn't hurt at all, just a little pressure as the fluid went
in. Almost immediately my cock got totally numb, and I could feel the numbness
spread throughout my abdominal region.
Joe flicked the head of my cock, still hard. "Can you feel that?"
"Nope."
"Great." He picked up the big scissors and latched them into the loaded
position. "Here we go. You absolutely sure you want this?"
Right as I opened my mouth to say yes, he squoze the handles, and I gasped as
they slammed shut. I couldn't feel anything, but he pulled it away and there
was my dick, rapidly deflating between my legs as the blood ran out of it.
Blood also welled up from my new stub.
Joe pulled the elastrator ring off and started trimming around the edge of the
stub with a pair of surgical scissors, cutting away cockflesh and extra skin.
That took little time, and soon enough he pulled out an electric cauterizer
and went to work on the blood vessels. He washed after every few, and soon
enough the bleeding stopped. I felt a little woozy. "You can lay down if you
want to," he told me.
I nodded no and stayed up. Joe pulled the skin up around the little stub I now
had and stiched it up the bottom where my scrotum had been and around the
catheter. It was a bit bruised but didn't swell much at all.
"There shouldn't be much swelling, but you'll need to lay there for twenty
minutes or so to be sure. You'll need to stay reclined as much as possible for
the next few days - no bending over or anything. It's really best if you don't
walk much, and don't wear any tight pants at all - in fact, don't wear any
pants if you can help it. The stitches should fall out on their own in a few
weeks, and in a week you can pull out the catheter. You may want to practice
pissing in the shower at first right after you pull it out - some guys can aim
it, some can't. I use a little plastic shoehorn to direct the flow down when I
go.
"Otherwise, you should be fine. If there are any problems you can call me. If
they're serious, like major bruising, swelling, or bleeding, go to the
hospital. You may piss a little blood for a few days but it should be fine,
and keep surgical bandages taped to your crotch.
"As your testosterone works its way out of your system you'll probably get hot
flashes, too. They suck but they go away - sometimes in a few weeks, sometimes
up to a year. Most likely your body hair will thin or fall out, same with your
beard. If your pubes don't fall out you may want to shave them or get them
permanently removed; I had to get them electrolosyzed. There's a local guy who
does it; I stubbed him a year ago and he's cool about it.
"You'll need to watch out for loss of muscle mass and tone as well, unless you
want to get skinny and a little fat. I'd recommend you stay away from
testosterone supplements as that would reverse the psychological benefits of
being castrated. There are some pretty good steroids that in low doses won't
hurt you but will keep you from loosing too much.
"Any questions?" I nodded negative. "Okay then. Call if you have any
questions."
I slowly got up off the table. It really didn't hurt at all; I was still numb,
and I didn't really even feel all that different until I put my pants on. Even
numbed they sat funny on me, now that there was nothing in my crotch. It was,
for the moment, a novel feeling, and I enjoyed it. I could walk with no pain
or anything, so got dressed, now more confident.
We said goodbye to Joe and headed back up to the car, to home, and to bed.
Adam wouldn't really let me out of bed much that weekend, even though I felt
okay to walk and do stuff. Since everything that got cut off was external
there wasn't any internal bruising, really - a little on my new stub but that
was expected. By Monday I could walk just fine but kept a pad taped to my
groin to catch the little bit of blood that still came out. I pissed some
blood for the first few days but that stopped soon enough.
Monday was also the first day I got a hot flash, and man did it suck. The
effects of testosterone loss hit me pretty hard - I shaved Monday morning and
didn't do it again until Thursday, and even then it was pretty thin. I felt a
little depressed, but Adam just kept telling me that was normal.
The next week I was back to playing soccer again and felt fine. The stub was
still a little bruised and was really tender, but I wore a jock stuffed with
gauze and it was pretty comfy. Pissing out of a catheter was interesting -
pull the tape away from my leg, let out the valve, tape it back. It felt
almost like pissing used to, just without the same distance to travel.
After about two weeks the stitches fell out in the shower and the bruising was
nearly gone, so I pulled out the catheter. I was still getting hot flashes but
they were down to only a few per day instead of every twenty minutes like the
first few days. My mood was improving too, especially after Adam hooked me up
with some of this amino shit - supposed to build muscle. I went back to
working out, and just three weeks after having my genitals cut away was nearly
back to normal.
Everything they had told me about the psychological effects was totally true.
People would jostle me on the street, and instead of getting pissed I'd just
let it slide. Stuff that I knew would have pissed me off when I had my balls
just slid right by me now. I was nice not to have to be a jerk sometimes.
The lack of sex drive was handy, too, especially now with finals coming up. I
didn't need to jerk it or anything, just total concentration all the way. Adam
and I studied together, and while I felt a desire to have sex with him still,
I could put it out of my mind.
Speaking of the sex...we kept having it every few days. I loved his body, just
feeling it in the shower or in bed or even just sitting together on the couch.
Feeling his muscle did it for me in a way I'd never felt before. It wasn't
like lust, or even just pure physical sensation. There was just something
there that I hadn't felt when I had my package intact. I sure liked it.
When we did fuck, we did it hard. It didn't take me much time at all to get
all ready to go - my little stub would be good and firm, sticking out its
whole half inch. We'd sixty-nine for hours, just sucking at each other's
little stubs or trading places with the strap on, or even just lying together
fondling.
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A GELDING FOR LADY BRANDI | STRAIGHT, TESTICLES | PONYSLAVE GELDED | A GELDING FOR LADY BRANDI
It had been an inconvenience for Lady Brandi that her chariot slave
should choose that moment to collapse. She had been enjoying the
drive around her vast estate, dressed as always from head to toe in
soft black leather. Her slave had a steady pace, but only with
encouragement from her whip. Suddenly he stumbled and fell to the
ground, Brandi had been thrown forward off the seat and landed
heavily against the foot rest. She clambered to her feet and stepped
down from the chariot, brushing the dirt from her leather catsuit.
"You idiot." she roared, "You could have killed me you worm," her
face red with rage. She stepped forward to the fallen slave and
placed a well aimed kick with her boot into his stomach. He squirmed
on the floor in agony and tried to stand, only to fall down again.
Even though Brandi yanked on the reins and encouraged him with her
boots to stand up, the oaf just squealed in pain. Upon examining his
leg, she thought that the stifle might be fractured. There was only
one thing to do, she stood and placed her stiletto heel over
his neck holding his head still. He began to splutter and choke, a
tear ran down his cheek. She drew the pistol from its holster on her
belt and pointed it at his head. The sound of the shot echoed around
the valley and was heard a mile away at the house. Brandi walked back
to the chariot and took the mobile phone from the long leather coat
that was draped over the seat.
At the house, Lady Tamsin, Brandi's niece, answered the telephone.
She had been expecting the call, having heard the shot.
"Are you alright?" she asked, with concern in her voice, "Thank
goodness, I was worried." she continued, "Yes I'll be there soon."
Putting the phone down she hurried out to the courtyard and climbed
into the Jeep. With the loose gravel on the driveway flying
everywhere, she roared out onto the estate. She soon arrived at the
scene of the mishap, stepping from the vehicle she embraced her aunt
and then surveyed the mess.
"Lets get this mess cleared off the road shall we?" suggested Brandi.
Tamsin stepped up to the lifeless slave, "Such a waste of a good
animal," she stated without conviction," and with the races less than
a month away."
Brandi nodded in agreement, "We will have to find a replacement, and
soon." she said.
The two sexy young women knelt over the slave’s body and removed the
leather harness that secured him to the drawbars, and Tasmin removed
the bridle from his mouth. The job completed, they dragged his
carcass from the road and with a shove from the soles of their boots
sent him tumbling into the ditch which ran alongside. The chariot was
then tied to the rear of the Jeep and the two leather clad women sped
off toward the house.
There was no time to waste. Brandi removed the gun from her belt and,
still dressed in her leathers, jumped into her Jaguar. She sped off
towards the city in search of a replacement for the chariot slave.
For hours that afternoon she cruised around the seedy areas of the
city unable to find a suitably built male. It would be dark soon
and hunger had begun to make itself felt. Disappointed she headed
back through town. The hunt would have to resume tomorrow. The
evening traffic had already started to build up as she drove towards
the freeway that would take her home.
Phil had been stood on the slip road to the motorway for two hours.
Hundreds of vehicles had passed him by since then and none had
offered him a lift. It would be dark soon and he would have to find
somewhere to stop for the night. He shouldered his large rucksack and
began to walk back down the slip road towards the city. A red Jaguar
sped past him to join the flow of traffic. Suddenly, a squeal of
tyres on the road behind him caused him to stop and look around. The
Jaguar had stopped on the slip-road and the horn was sounded. A lift
at last, he thought, and ran back up the slope to the waiting car.
The window whirred down and the sweet smell of leather filled his
nostrils. Inside the vehicle was a beautiful woman dressed in
leather, with a curvaceous figure and rich, dark hair that cascaded
over her shoulders and down her back.
"Are you going past Penton?" He enquired.
"Yes no problem." She replied eyeing him over excitedly. He was
captivated by her beauty. Her face was dominated by her piercing dark
eyes that seemed to penetrate his own. Several times as they cruised
up the freeway he had tried to enter into conversation with the
woman, complimenting her on the outfit that she wore and even the
weather, but she only glanced round at him and smiled, before
concentrating on the road again. Eventually he gave up and sat in
silence and watched the darkness envelope them. Suddenly the trunk
flew open.
"That damn thing! I meant to have that fixed ages ago," she said half
to herself and half to him. She slowed the car and pulled onto the
hard shoulder.
" Don't worry," he said, "I'll shut it," and went around the back
of the car. He was suddenly overcome by fumes. Brandi held the nozzle
of the spray directly into his face and kept squirting. He was
instantly rendered unconscious and fell headlong into the trunk. She
fastened his wrists and ankles in steel manacles and slid a leather
hood over his head. That done, she ran round to the drivers seat and
soon rejoined the flow of traffic.
When Phil eventually returned to consciousness, sunlight streamed
through the window of an unfamiliar room. His head throbbed and he
felt rotten. He was naked, his back was covered in sweat and he was
stuck to the rubber bedding beneath him. When he tried to get up from
the bed he found that his hands and feet were bound to the four
corners of the floor with chains and leather. The door opened and the
woman had been driving the car entered the room.
She was now dressed in skintight jodhpurs, a tiny T-shirt and thigh
length boots with sharp stiletto heels. In one hand she held a crop,
in the other a pair of black leather gloves.
"Where am I? Who the hell are you? What do you want of me? he
demanded, panic filling his voice. All his questions were ignored as
she approached him. She wriggled her hands into the soft leather
gloves. Without warning she slapped him repeatedly around his face.
"How dare you question me, worm!" she hissed gripping his jaw tightly
in her gloved hand. She reached with her other hand down to his groin
and took his dick and balls in her soft leather grip. She felt the
blood pulse into his growing member and stroked it gently in
encouragement.
Satisfied the thing was fully enlarged, her grip tightened until he
screamed, tears welling up in his eyes.
"Now you will listen to me worm," she ordered, "my name is Lady
Brandi. You will grow to worship me and obey my every command. Be
grateful that you were chosen and never fail me." She stopped and
emphasized failure by bringing the crop down onto his chest. He
shrieked in agony and pointlessly fought against his bonds. A wicked
smile spread across her face as she traced the red weals forming on
his taught flesh. She continued, "You will be my slave, my plaything.
I expect your total and instantaneous obedience and loyalty." She
stopped again as the door was opened and a younger woman entered. She
was also dressed in jodhpurs and thigh length boots. In her gloved
hands she held an assault rifle which she pointed towards his head.
"This is Lady Tamsin," Brandi continued, "she is an excellent shot
and quite ruthless. Should you attempt to escape from here the
punishment will be swift. Do you understand?" She asked.
Phil mumbled that he did. This was followed by more cracks of the
whip across his body and the grip on his erect dick and testicles
grew tighter.
"Show some respect you worm," Brandi commanded.
"YYYes Lady Brandi," he replied nervously.
Lady Brandi undid his restraints and ordered, "Get on your knees."
Phil afraid of the punishment if he didn't obey, complied. Brandi
took a collar from a hook on the wall. She beckoned him towards her
spreading her legs slightly apart and he crawled across the floor.
The collar was placed around his neck and secured with a small
padlock. Brandi then crossed her legs and, showing him the sole of
her boot and its sharp heel, ordered, "Clean them." She pushed her
heel into his cheek. He winced and began to run his tongue over the
leather sole. He cleaned both of them. Then, satisfied that the job
had been well done, she stood and walked to the door.
"Come with me," she ordered. Phil went to stand up and follow her
out. She spun round on the stiletto heels and brought the crop down,
viciously cutting into his face and chest. "Who told you to stand?"
she screamed. He dropped down onto his knees, clutching at the fresh
weals on his body. She turned and carried on. Phil followed her out
onto the gravel drive, crawling at her heels. The sharp stones ripped
into his bare knees and hands.
She led him to the stables where Lady Tamsin was waiting for them.
Her breasts stuck out provocatively under her thin cotton top, and
her hands were covered by soft leather gloves. She held a bridle and
bit. The two ladies talked to each other for a while, then Lady
Brandi turned to him and said, "I will leave you in the care of Lady
Tamsin now, she is an expert in training my pony slaves."
As soon as Lady Brandi had gone, Lady Tamsin picked up a lunging whip
and brought it down onto his naked flesh tearing it open in long red
lines.
"Do as I say or you won’t live for much longer," she threatened,
smiling. "Open," she ordered. The pony seemed not to
understand. "Open," she repeated, and this time gripped him firmly
by the balls and squeezed until he complied with her wishes. Tasmin
placed the bit firmly in his mouth and slid the bridle over his head.
Securing the buckles tightly in place so that the bit cut into the
corners of his mouth, she then fastened a long lunge rein to the
bridle and led him towards an exercise yard. Phil walked along behind
his trainer. Tamsin occasionally turned and gave him a crack of her
lunge whip across his naked buttocks.
"I will soon have you used to your new role in life," she
stated. "The problem will be whether you still have any skin left on
your body by then." With that, she unwound the lunge line and sent
him off in circles around her. Several lashes from her whip ran up
his buttocks and onto his back as she brought him into a jog. His
balance was improving rapidly, aided by the whip that stung his
flesh. The whip cut into him again as she ordered him to run. He
tripped and fell to the floor. Instantly the whip was cutting into
his back.
"Up, you pathetic creature." she commanded, stepping towards him and
thrusting her heel into his groin. "You will have to do better than
this," she continued, removing the heel and kicking him to his feet.
She led him from the exercise yard and back to the stables, where
the small two wheeled chariot was stood in the courtyard. Lady Brandi
was standing beside it, waiting for them to return.
"He's very unsteady on his feet," Tasmin advised.
Lady Brandi replied, "I'm sure that he wouldn’t dare to stumble when
he's pulling me." And an evil smile spread across her face as she
added, " Maybe I'll take him to see my previous slave. That's if the
wildlife hasn't finished his carcass off yet." The colour drained
from Phil's face. His legs were aching. Tasmin positioned him between
the two wooden drawbars and Brandi strapped him into the leather
harness which secured him to the chariot. Lady Brandi ran her gloved
hand around Phil's face and down his chest to his growing member,
which she gripped gently in her hand.
"Don't fail me," she said, squeezing his balls in her hand, "or
you’ll regret it."
"Just do your best," advised Lady Tasmin.
Lady Brandi climbed up into the chariot. Taking the long driving whip
from its holder at the front of the vehicle, she sent it biting into
his back.
"Gee up," she shouted.
Tasmin smiled as Phil set off out of the yard at a steady pace,
fearful of the whip biting into his flesh. His mind filled with the
fear of what the two evil bitches might do to him, should he fail.
Half an hour later, Lady Brandi drove into the yard and
called, "Whoa," as she pulled back hard on the reins and brought the
exhausted pony to halt. Tasmin looked him over and smiled gleefully
as she observed that his rump was covered in red stripes.
Every day for the next few weeks, the new pony was out on the estate
pulling Lady Brandi around in the chariot. He was made to wear
bridle, bit and harness all day and a all night, to "acclimatise
him." And, after several weeks of hard work by the ladies, Phil the
pony was fitter, stronger and quite obedient. However, as race day
grew nearer, the two young ladies couldn’t help but think that he was
still "too green." A decision had to be made. Either Lady Brandi
missed this month’s event, or she could risk him. After much
discussion, Tasmin persuaded her aunt that the pony should run.
After an hour’s lunging session, Lady Tasmin harnessed the pony to
the chariot as usual. Then, with a sweet smile she said, "You’d
better not let Lady Brandi down in the race, lad, or it’ll be the
chop for you." The pony shuffled nervously and Lady Tasmin gave him a
hefty crack with a crop. To bring the pony up to scratch and increase
his strength, both aunt and niece rode in the buggy, taking it in
turns to drive him with the whip.
Before they knew it race day was upon them. At the track, Lady Tasmin
bridled and bitted the lad as Lady Brandi examined herself in a long
mirror. "Do you think these jodhpurs make my bum look good?"
"Yes," replied Tasmin with a smile, "you look great." And then she
asked, gesturing at Phil, "Have you told him yet?"
"No," replied Lady Brandi, "I’ll tell him when we’re in the parade
ring."
Although Phil was, by now, almost 100% equine, he could still
understand them when they talked. Lady Brandi mounted the buggy and,
taking a firm grip of the reins to pull the pony’s head back, she
cracked him on the rump with her whip, clicked her tongue and
said, "Walk on." Lady Tasmin followed alongside them as Phil was made
to trot out into the parade ring where a couple of dozen other ponies
were harnessed and walking around. The entire ring was surrounded by
women. He noticed how they pointed and chatted and looked in their
form books as they assessed each pony as it passed. He was nervous
and also felt embarrassed at being naked before so many females. A
bell rang and Lady Brandi pulled him to a halt. Nearby he could see
groups of young ladies peering at him and looking him over. He fought
against it, but he could feel his cock rising as he glimpsed their
pretty little miniskirts and tight young buttocks and pert breasts.
He heard one young lady say, "I wonder why he’s getting so excited?
Bloody stallions!"
And another young lady replied, "I don’t think he’ll be one for much
longer." And the whole group burst into laughter.
A bright, bubbly female voice boomed out over the tannoy, "And the
next race is the novices two furlong race. All unplaced ponies below
third place to be reclassified under rule 27. For all those ladies
interested in such things…" There was some laughter and comments
amongst the crowd. "Castrations will take place in the barn area."
Phil struggled against the harness and began to chomp furiously on
the metal bit. His muscles twitched. His eyes were wide and full of
terror. "Stand still!" Lady Brandi boomed and lashed his rump with
her driving whip. Lady Tasmin got in front of him and grabbed him
firmly by the balls. "Stand. Stand," she repeated. "Now," she
continued, "don’t let Lady Brandi and me down, and you’ll be fine.
But if you don’t get a place, then you’re gonna be very sorry. Gonna
get you gelded." Lady Tasmin smiled and called to Lady Brandi in the
chariot, "I reckon he understands."
"Good," Lady Brandi replied. "Walk on!" she said and snapped the whip
gently across the pony’s rump. Brandi made him canter down to the
start. As they waited, she dismounted and gently rolled his testicles
between her fingers. "You wanna keep ‘em," she said, "then you don’t
let me down."
The ponies were lined up and ready to go, straining against their
harnesses and tightly reined in on their bits. The starter dropped
her flag and there was a mad flurry of whipping as each lady jockey
sent her mount off at a gallop. Brandi kept her whip busy as Phil
seemed to be having problems keeping up with the pace. He quickened
nicely and seemed to be doing well. He could only see three ponies in
front of him. If he could just edge forwards and pass one of them, he
would be in third place. He mustered all of his strength under Lady
Brandi’s flurry of whip strokes.
He passed a pony on the inside and was now closing in on second
place. Lady Brandi was tugging on the reins, pulling him to the left
and whipping him across the right flank. Phil didn’t know why she was
sending him to the left hand side of the track, but he was unable to
stand the pain of her lash and had no choice but to obey. He galloped
full tilt diagonally across the track until he was on the far rail.
He’d lost ground on the ponies who kept to the right hand side of the
track and could now see that four, five, six, seven ponies were in
front of him. Lady Brandi was yelling at him and slashing his arse
relentlessly with her whip. But he could go no faster. Another pony
passed him on the far side, then another. And as the finish line came
into focus he could see that many, many ponies had finished in front
of him. Only when he crossed the line and Lady Brandi reined him in,
did he realise that there were no ponies behind him. He was last.
Phil’s chest heaved and saliva was dribbling down his front as he was
driven slowly, but on a tight rein, through the girls in the crowd.
They were all giggling and chatting excitedly about how much they’d
won or what a good race it had been. Phil could see Lady Tasmin
approaching. Her face was like thunder. She grabbed his bridle
roughly and gave him a crack on the rump with her crop for no reason.
As she walked him through the happy throng, she said to him, "You
dumbass critter. What the hell were you doing?" She turned to Lady
Brandi and said, "I thought perhaps you’d decided that the going on
the far side was better and that’s why he’d gone over."
"No," replied Lady Brandi with a shrug. "He just strayed off."
"Well I just hope that when they cut your balls off they damn well
forget the anaesthetic," sneered Tasmin. Brandi grinned, finding her
niece’s youthful intolerance most amusing.
Phil tried to hold back as they neared the barn area. He could see
ahead that three young ladies in teeny white micro-mini dresses were
gelding ponies as a whole crowd of ladies stood by and watched with
amusement. Tasmin would stand no nonsense and whipped Phil on the
arse again and again to stop him playing up. Lady Brandi pulled him
to a halt in the queue. A tear ran down his cheek as he watched one
after another pony having its balls cut off. The gelders worked
quickly and efficiently, smiling and talking to ladies in the crowd
as they clipped off the nuts and threw them carelessly into a bucket.
Tasmin yanked him roughly one step closer as, one by one, each pony
was carted off into the barn after its operation.
Then, it was the moment of truth. "Bring him forward," instructed one
of the young ladies in a white mini-dress. She was a tall blonde with
a perfect figure. Lady Brandi gave him a whip, and Lady Tasmin tugged
him forwards. Lady Brandi pulled back hard on the reins to steady the
lad. "He seems a bit reluctant," said one of the gelders. "Don’t
worry lad, it doesn’t hurt - too much," she joked. Phil braced
himself as the tall blonde approached him, tapping a syringe filled
with liquid and squirting some out of the end of the needle. Just as
she was about to inject it into his scrotum, Lady Tasmin stomped the
heel of her boot down onto his foot. The pony jumped, knocking the
syringe out of the gelder’s hand. The ladies looked down. The syringe
was broken on the ground and it’s contents were spilled and running
away.
"Idiot!" shouted Lady Tasmin and gave the pony a number of cuts on
his rump. The blonde looked a bit annoyed, but said patiently, "Not
to worry, I’ve got some more anaesthetic and needles in the car. You
don’t get away that easy."
She was about to walk away when Lady Brandi and Lady Tasmin said,
almost in unison, "Don’t worry about it." Lady Brandi
continued, "I’ll hold him on the bit. He won’t move."
"Are you sure?" inquired the three gelders. And the blonde said, "The
car’s only just there," and pointed to a four-wheel-drive some twenty
feet away.
"Don’t bother," said Lady Tasmin.
Then the lady spectators all egged the gelders on and said, "Go on,
give him a cold cut."
Lady Brandi held the reins tight, and Lady Tasmin held his bridle.
The blonde moved in and leant down. Phil could see her wonderful
breasts hanging freely inside her dress. And he looked up and saw a
mass of pretty, smiling faces, and boobs, and legs. He felt every
muscle in his body tighten as a searing pain shot through his
scrotum. Then, everything went blank.
Phil was awoken by a sharp kick in his leg. Lady Brandi and Lady
Tasmin stood, looking down at him, smiling. "Wakey-wakey," said
Brandi. "Up on your feet." And they made him crawl outside on his
stomach. "I thought you’d like to see this," said Tasmin. "The
gelders let us have them," and she pointed to a bucket. Then, with a
massive grin across her face, she tipped the contents across the yard
and a whole load of little piglets came and started to gobble them
up. Anyway, that afternoon, Lady Brandi and Lady Tasmin took a drive
into the local village and parked the gelding in the main street
where a group of schoolgirls laughed and ridiculed him. "It’s good
for him," Brandi said to Tasmin, "He’s just a gelding now and it’s no
good him thinking he’s anything more. The sooner he gets used to it
the better." And the two young ladies walked away towards the
lingerie store, discussing what pretty knickers they would buy. |
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PEDOPHILE LOSES HIS MOST PRECIOUS
by NE14A69, July 2000.
First off, let me confess I am sort of a pedophile. The reason I
say "sort of" is because I don't find little girls sexually
attractive at all. Until they get up around the age of puberty. To
me there's nothing more beautiful than an 11 or 12 year old girl,
just beginning to develop. Also, my desires aren't always sexual.
Often times I just want to hold one of these girls, kiss her, tell
her I love her and how wonderful she is...
Alyssa was (and is) the most beautiful, perfect speciman of human
female to ever walk the earth. She's 16 now. Even though she is a
long ways past puberty I'd still say she is the most beautiful and
perfect girl I've ever seen. She has light blond hair, blue eyes,
the cutest face (perfect and flawless in every way), and a body that
causes every man to stare at her in longing desire. Her breasts are
the perfect size, not huge, and not flat chested. She's well toned,
thin (but not so thin as to look anorexic), and her smile would make
any
man weak in the knees.
Just thinking of her gives me a really major... Well, would give
me a major hard-on if I still had a penis. Now it just makes my
loins stir in a most pleasant fashion. But at times this feeling
becomes almost unbearable. Its really really hard to make yourself
come when you no longer have a penis. Even if you make it to an
orgasm, it just doesn't feel the same as it used to. And pissing
always makes a bit of a mess. I can still stand, kinda lean forward
over the toilet a bit. But I can't really aim the spray and toward
the end of the flow it thoroughly drenches my balls every time.
Am I sorry about what happend to me? Well, yes and no... I'll
tell you it sure beats going prison. Plus its a neat and novell
feeling to look down there and see only balls and a small scar and a
little hole. Or to reach down there and feel nothing. I've also
got the ultimate conversation piece for any girls or women I meet in
the future (You've seen a man's penis before? Well, how about a man
without a penis?). In these ways, it is kinda cool.
But there are also times when I would give just about anything to
be "normal" again. All in all, its been an enjoyable experience,
but I really don't think it was worth what I've had to give up. I'm
only 30, and single. I've got the rest of my life ahead of me...
What woman would ever want a guy without a dick?
But I digress... Here's the story of how my penis was taken from
me:
Alyssa was about 11 years old at the time. She used to walk home
from school everyday down the dirt road that runs in front of my
house. We live in a rural area, her parent's house is a little over
a 1/4th mile down the road from me. The school bus used to drop her
off where our dirt road meets the highway just a little ways past my
house. I used to watch her go by my house everyday. Especially
when she got a little older and started going through puberty. Then
I was sure to never miss a day!
On this day something happend... A snake jumped out from behind
some bushes and scared the daylights out of her. She let out a
scream, dropped her backpack, and ran toward her parents house at an
almost unbelievable speed. It hurt me to see her frightened like
that, I really did care for the kid. I walked out and picked up her
backpack. I was going to walk it over to her parents house, but
then I had an evil thought... BAIT.
I took the backpack into my house and waited for what was sure to
follow. And hoping, oh hoping and praying, that she would come
looking for her backpack alone, without her parents.
She did.
About an hour later I got a gentle knock at the door. I opened
the door to find Alyssa standing there, all by herself. I let her
in. While her back was turned I quickly reached my hand down my
pants to attempt to hide the powerful erection I had suddenly
developed.
She told me how she had lost her backpack earlier and was
wondering if I knew what happend to it. I asked her what it looked
like. She said," its red, with black straps. Its got my name on
it, so its mine." I told her I picked up one just like that
earlier. I'd get it and be right back.
I went in the other room. "Its got my name on it, so its
mine...", she had said. That gave me a sinister idea. I quickly
grabbed a fine-point permanent marker, pulled down my pants, and
wrote 'Alyssa' on my now fully erect penis. Oh, I hoped this would
work out...
I put my pants back on and went into the other room with her
backpack. "Is this it?", I said. She got a little excited and
said, "Yes, thats my backpack! Thanks so much!". She started to
head toward the front door...
I had to stop her, quick!
I said, "I think I have something else of yours. Its got your
name on it too." She said, "Really? Let me see."
Then came the turning point. The single thing that started it
all... Little did I know what would be in store for me later that
evening...
I told her to close her eyes, that I'd be right back. I went in
the other room, then completely undressed. I thought about for a
momment, almost re-considered, then I got my courage up, and just
did it...
I came back in and walked over, close to her till my penis was
right in front of her. I told her I wanted her to guess what it
was, but she had to keep her eyes closed. I took her hand and
brought it up to my penis. She felt it, squeezed it, pulled on it,
then said "I think you made a mistake, this doesn't feel like
anything I own. I don't even know what it is." That was the
biggest turn-on I've ever heard in my whole life.
I told her to open her eyes.
She let out a bit of a yell, pulled her hand away quickly, and
jumped back. "Ahh, you sicko!! Ewwww! Put your clothes back on!"
she shouted. But she was staring at my genitals the whole time.
I said, "I heard you talking with your friends the other day.
You said how you had never seen a boy naked before, not even your
dad, and that you wondered what they looked like. Well, now you
know... Go on, take a good look. Touch it if you want. Hey, its
yours, its got your name on it!!"
Slowly she stepped back up to me and cautiously reached her hand
out. She went exploring... Playing with my penis, squeezing,
tugging, moving it around. Rolling my balls around, squeezing them
a little and pulling on them a bit. I was loving every minute of
it. Even when she was being a little hard on my balls. It hurt
some, but the thought of ALYSSA doing it to me made it all
pleasureable...!
"Ok, that is your penis, but what are these?", she said.
"Haven't you had sex-ed yet?", I asked.
"Next week", she said.
I told her, "Those are Testicles. Or Balls. Thats the part of a
man that makes babies. You will learn all about it next week." At
this point I was desperate to see her naked too. So I continued,
"There's also two parts inside of you that will make babies. I can
show you if you like."
She seemed to think about it for a momment then said, "no
thanks."
I said, "Come on, You've seen me naked, its only fair that I get
to see you naked too. I promise I won't hurt you, and if I do
anything you do not like you can just tell me to stop."
She thought about it a little more and then said, "OK". She
dropped her backpack and began to slowly pull her pants down.
"Shirt too", I said. Then I saw the most beautiful sight I had ever
ever seen: Alyssa, wearing only pastel blue silk panties. Her
little 1-inch breasts barely making mounds on her chest. She looked
like she was having second thoughts. I had to act fast.
I put my hand on either side of her panties and said, "May I?" I
slowly pulled her panties down and was greeted by the sight of a
wet, engorged perfectly hairless young pussy. I could have died and
went to heaven right then and there. I touched her pussy and she
let out a moan and a shudder. As I continued to ever so gently
stroke my fingers up and down her hairless pink slit, she took a
step back and sort of fell onto the couch, almost in slow motion.
I asked her if she wanted me to keep doing this. Laying back on
the couch with her eyes closed, and a small smile on her face, she
could barely nod her head 'yes' to answer me.
I told her that I loved her and she was the most beautiful girl
in the whole world. I don't know if she even heard me. She was
lost in extacy. I was hoping to bring her to her first orgasm...
After a few
minutes of this she was getting really close.
But then the phone rang. It was her parents. They said she had
been down there for a while now and wanted to know if everything was
OK? And if she had found her backpack? I told them, yes, and that
we had been talking. And that she'd be home probably in a few
minutes.
While I was on the phone, Alyssa came back to her senses. She
asked me who it was. I told her it was her parents. She started to
put her clothes back on and said she had better get going. She
seemed very nervous.
Before she left, she asked me if it felt that good when she
touched my penis. I told her, "Yes, but for a man what feels the
best is something wet and warm. A man loves more than anything when
girls lick or suck on his penis." I was hoping to plant a thought
in her mind for next time...
Later that evening, Alyssa came back again. This time she didn't
come in the house, she just stayed at the door. She said her
parents were gone, and that several of her friends were having a
sleep-over. They all wanted me to show them my penis.
It didn't take me even a second to decide. I locked up the house
and walked away with her, burning with lustful desire the whole way.
I was going to live out my ultimate fantasy. To play sexual games
with a bunch of 10 to 12 year old girls. All of us naked in the
same room. Thinking about it, I was almost creaming my shorts. I
swear my dick was going to explode it was so hard.
We got to her house. Like she said, there were a bunch of little
ladies there, and no parents. All the shades in her living room
were closed, and the doors were locked. "Let the games begin", I
thought. This was going to be great.
Alyssa said that each girl was going to take off one piece of my
clothes. There were about 15 of them, all in various states of
sexual developement. They could have asked me to do anything and I
would have let them.
The game started. Each girl came up and removed something. Each
shoe, the belt, shirt, each sock, pants, underwear... Within
minutes I was standing totally nude, with a massive raging hard-on,
in front of 15 gawking Jr. High girls.
Alyssa took off her shoes, socks, and her shorts. She walked up
to me wearing only panties and her shirt.
Then Alyssa said, "Come on, just like the 'whose got the biggest'
game at our last sleepover. Don't worry about him, he's already
naked too."
The other girls followed suit. Soon everyone was wearing only
panties and a shirt. Then Alyssa took off her shirt and the rest of
them all took off thier shirts. A few of them had trainig bras,
those came off too.
Surrounded by fifteen young beauties dressed only in panties. I
could not believe this was actually happening. I was becoming lost
in lustful desire, almost in a daze.
Alyssa stepped up and gave a quick lesson. "This is the Penis.
See, there's my name on it just like I told you. These are the
Testicles, or Balls. They make babies. It also hurts boys really
bad if you kick them there." With that, she gave me a quick swift
kick in the balls.
I was in such a daze from all the near-nude girls all around me
that I didn't even see it coming in time to react. I remember
seeing her cute little bare foot coming right up and hearing a slap
as it made contact with my balls... Then the pain, I felt like I
was going to throw up!
I could not believe it. Alyssa, sweet beautiful little Alyssa,
took advantage of me and kicked me in the balls. I stubled and fell
back onto an easy chair in pain.
"Get him girls!!", Alyssa yelled angrily, "He's the one who
touched me. He wants to touch you too! He even asked me to suck on
his penis!!!"
With that, I was assaulted by the panty patrol. The girls began
to hit punch and kick me, both in the balls, and all over the body.
I was being beat up by 15 Jr. High girls. That was not part of my
fantasy! But in some strange and twisted way it was kind of fun. I
bent down just a little and spread my legs open wide to make my
balls an easier target. The youngest girl, a sweet little darling
who didn't even have her breasts yet, punched me in the balls so
hard I think she broke something. Before I could get up, she did it
again. And a third time. And a forth time. The mixture of
pleasure and pain was exquisite. My balls were tremendously aching
but there was a great feeling of pleasure coming from down there
too. I spread my legs wide as she pummeled me again and again, fast
like a machine gun. I wanted her to keep going forever even if it
meant and end to my sexuality. Just for a brief momment I thought
this girl should take up boxing...
Then I came back to my senses.
I knew had to get out of there. It was a major struggle, and I
was in so much pain it was hard to move and even to concentrate. As
I headed for the door, the girls came in from all sides. I suddenly
realized I didn't have my clothes and I had to idea where the kids
had put them... But at that point I didn't care if even the media
was outside waiting. Naked or not, I had to get out of that room
NOW...
Someone suddenly grabbed a hold of my penis and pulled, hard.
Very very hard. I lost my balance and fell to the floor, and
surrendered. Why should I even bother getting back up? There was
nothing I could do. They beat up on me for a few more minutes then
stopped.
Everyone started to sit on me. I ended up quite immobile.
Several girls were on each arm and leg. Even though I was in pain,
this was actually a thrill for me. 15 pre-teen girls sitting all
over me. All of them sweating a little. And the feeling of several
warm and wet pussies pressing on me through their cute little
panties.
And the smell. There's this smell all women give off, more when
they sweat, and a whole lot more in a young teen going through
puberty. Its not B.O., its a different smell, I don't know exactly
how to explain it. But I'll say one thing, it has always been very
intoxicating for me. Expecially when its strong, and boy was it
ever strong about then. I was getting a sensual high from the
"female smell" all these sweet young things were giving off. For
several seconds, everything was quiet.
And then the momment of fate. Alyssa said, "Wait till you see
what
happens next. You will never guess what I am going to do with MY
penis..." She reached her hand down and grabbed a hold of my penis
and
tugged on it gently.
Her parents came in, and they were of course quite pissed off.
Alyssa had, apparantly, told them everything. This whole party was
just a trap, a setup. I was tied up and handcuffed, and brought
into thier back bedroom. I was secured to the bed. I did put up a
bit of a fight, but it was hopeless. You can't win againt 15 young
girls and two athletic parents. They used thick steel cables with
hooks under the bed, pulled tight, with handcuffs tying hands and
feet to each bedpost. There was no way I was going anywhere even if
I could break the cuffs.
They all walked into the other room. I heard her dad say, "girls
you've done well. Now get dressed and I will take you all out for
ice cream as promised. And as a special surprise, I've bought each
of you a $50 gift certificate to the mall! Remember, what happend
tonight is a secret and you must never ever speak of it ever again.
Not even to your parents or to your friends or to eachother."
Then heard I them all leave. I heard the front door open and
close several times, then I heard three cars drive off. I was left
there alone in the dark for over two hours. Then I heard two cars
pull up, and heard the door open for a while then close.
Alyssa and her parents came in. They talked to me for a momment.
"What you did to Alyssa today is almost unforgiveable. You should
go to jail, a nice high-security prison. Pedophiles are the scum of
the scum. I can assure you the inmates would not treat you kindly
at all. You would probably be tortured daily. My wife has three
friends in the legal system. One's a judge, the other a lawyer, and
the third an attorney. We could get you into any prison we want.
You'd have absolutley no chance of winning if any of this ever went
before the court.
But prison isn't good enough for you. Besides that, I think
prison is a waste of a life, and a waste of time. So I've got
something better in store for you. As you know I am an Electrical
Engineer. I've designed a special device just for you..."
With that, he openned a drawer behind him and took out a black
box, about 1 foot x 8 inch x 6 inch, with long wires attatched to an
odd looking two piece device. The device looked like a small black
hollowed-out torch or log, cut in half lengthwise, with shining
metal foil lining the rounded out hollow center. Hinges on one
side, and latches on the other allowed the device to be opened and
closed. It was only about 8 inches long and about 3 inches around.
Wires came out of both halves.
He spoke again, "What this is going to do is shock your penis
with electricity. Its purpose isn't to hurt you or to electrocute
you. Its purpose is to cook. I've programmed this box to deliver a
very small amount of current, then over time it will slowly,
gradually increase the current. Eventually your penis will become
numb. Just before morning rolls around, the device will shift to
full power, and... Well, lets just say Alyssa is going to have a
very special breakfast tomorrow morning, with her name on it! Yes,
a nice, plump, tender sausage, cooked to perfection, and farm
fresh... Don't worry, you won't feel any pain, I promise."
With that, he placed the hollow log device around my penis and
latched it closed. He plugged the device in, and said, "Have a
pleasant evening."
I thought about the fact that Alyssa was going to take my penis,
litterally TAKE it away from me. That tomorrow morning I would no
longer have a dick. I would no longer be a man...
In a strange way, it turned me on. I began to fantasize about
it. Now I WANTED to give my penis to Alyssa... I put her name on
it, it belogned to her. I wanted her to take it so baddly. I wish
she would get up out of bed, come into my room, and take HER penis
away from me right now.
A few minutes later I felt it begin. The machine clicked and
started to quietly hum with that low-pitched noise electrical
transformers make.
Gradually, an every so slight buzzing began to emanate from down
below. It felt kinda like someone was pouring a bunch of small BB's
over my penis. It felt kinda good. Actually, it felt very good. I
laid there immensly enjoying this sensation for probably an hour or
so. It was almost like one long continuous orgasm.
Then gradually the sensation went from a buzzing to a tingling.
Kinda like if your foot falls asleep. My penis tingled for a long
long time. This wasn't quite as pleasurable as the buzzing was, but
it did feel kinda neat. The tingling gradually got more and more
intense.
After another hour or so it became an itching sensation. My
penis was now uncomfortably itching. So were my balls. I tried to
reach with my hand to scratch it, but the restraints prevented this.
I began to twitch on the bed. Not from pain, but from that
itch... More time passed and the itch gradually gave way to that
typical 'shock' feeling you have if you are unfortunate enough to
get an electrical shock.
The shock got stronger and stronger, almost to the point of pain,
but then something strange happend. My dick started to go numb.
More and more numb. I could sort of feel the shock getting
stronger, but more than that I could feel numbness. Like someone
injected novacain into my penis. I also noticed I was starting to
shiver a little, like I was nervous.
After awhile, I could no longer feel my penis. No shock, no
pain, just numbness. That was also a very fascinating sensation. A
numb penis...
I don't know if the shock got any stronger because I could no
longer feel it. But the machine did continue to buzz...
I must have fallen asleep, because the next thing I knew, faint
blue sky was showing through the window and I could hear the birds
singing their morning chorus.
I still couldn't feel my penis. Totally numb. The machine was
still softly buzzing. Then the machine clicked and began to buzz
quite a bit louder. I'd say two or three times as loud as before.
I could feel an intense warmth around my balls and pubic hair. I
assumed it must have switched to full power and was now cooking my
penis. I didn't feel anything at all, except that bit of heat.
Soon a bit of steam started to come out the top of the device.
The room was filled with a smell like cooking meat. It was actually
making me hungry, even though I knew it was my own dick being
cooked. I thought about the whole situation once again. I was
about to give my penis away to an 11 year old girl. I would soon be
forever dick-less.
It wasn't too much longer before Alyssa and her dad came into the
room. Her dad turned off the box and un-did the device. We all
looked at my penis (at least what was left of it). It was
grey-brown in color and a little smaller than a normal erection
would be.
Her dad said, "Go on, eat it. Like all good food, it will help
you grow big and strong. If you have any problems just remember
what he did to you and how you felt afterwords, and how badly you
wanted to get back at him."
Then he left the room.
Alyssa said, "You know, I actually enjoyed what you did to me. A
lot. But I didn't know how to handle it so I cried when I got home.
Then I got angry about what happend. When I told my parents about
it they totally flipped out. I've never ever seen them so crazy or
so mad. I didn't know what to do. I'm really sorry about your
penis. But look on the bright side..."
With a big smile she said, "Now I get to give you that blow job
you always wanted..." With that, she proceeded to eat my penis,
right offof me...
She put her mouth around the head and the top of the shaft and
closed her mouth around it. I felt a little bit of a pop or click
as she bit into my penis. "MMMMMMM" she said as she chewed on the
morsel and swallowed it, "It tastes really really good. I'll have
to do this again sometime. Maybe with that boy down the road... Or
maybe with these." She gave my balls a little tug as bent down to
take another bite.
It was strange to look down and see my penis, now headless and
only about 4 inches long (its usally 6.5 inches). I watched as
Alyssa put her mouth around what was left and imagined how it would
feel if only...
She took another bite, leaving behind only about an inch and a
half. Again she commented on its wonderful taste, and flashed me
that precious beautiful smile of hers.
I almost had an orgasm watching cute little Alyssa eat my penis.
One more bite and I was no longer a man...
As she chewed and swallowed the last of my penis, she said, "All
gone..." She laughed, and in a slighlty cynical tone said, "I can
give it back to you when I poop it out if you want." She laughed
for a few seconds and said, "Thanks so much for everything, meat
man! For rubbing my pussy, and expecially for giving me MY
penis!!".
After a few seconds she said, "I've got one more thing to show
you... But be quiet because mommy and daddy don't know I did it".
With that, she pulled down her pants. Written in blue ink accross
the top of her pussy was my name. She pulled her pants up and
walked off into the other room.
Later she left for school. I was released and sternly warned
that if word of this ever got out her parents and their friends
would royally screw me over in the courts and I would end up in jail
for sure.
That afternoon I was sitting on the porch contemplating the whole
thing. Alyssa walked by and said "Hi Meat Man!" in a loud voice.
She quickly pulled the front of her pants down enough for me to see
that my name was still written on her mons.
I never did see her pussy again or do any more sexual things with
her. But from that day on, she always called me "Meat Man" whenever
she walked by after school.
She still does to this day.
NOTES FROM THE AUTHOR:
If people like this story and leave me comments, I may publish
others. I have several wonderful ideas in many different genres
(not just pedophilia).
I also had an alternate ending to this story, where instead of
her eating his penis off, they just come in with a fork, stab it,
lift it off of him, and walk off into the other room (presumeably to
the breakfast table). I liked the ending I chose better. If people
want it, I can post the alternate ending as well.
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Ball punishment | TESTICLES | Mom had a strange way to make us behave | ` My mom was a tough old bird as she raised us on the farm and she demanded
total control of our life.I remember when I turned 8 years old my introduction
to mom,s warped discipline as it involved severe bare handed spankings on our
balls and as we got older she used wooden spoons on our defenseless nuggets.
Mom never let our pleadings or crying stop her punishment and would give us
our full doses as she seen fit as she told us. We didn,t know then but she was
training us for our future wives as she was going to make us pay for our
daddys sins and we were going to be properly raised to service a woman
properly and she taught us and now I am happily married to a women of my
mommas choosing who properly beats my balls every day and I service her orally
as a man should do and am happy as I eat her twat to satisfaction daily and
sleep with my mouth on her box. she keeps me in line and my balls are beaten
and swollen the size of tennis balls and she tells me she is looking for a dr.
to make them bigger with silicon injections if possible and if not she may
step up the frequency of my ball beatings to see if they swell up more and I
drop to my knees and worship her for giving me what I need .A strong woman who
knows what I need and gives it hert all in her quest to keep my balls clean
and pure with her beating all the meanness out of them and I love her for that
.have to go she is ready again to whallop my nuggets as she says it helps her
too as it helps her relax when she gets tense and nervous and can release her
frustrations on my nuts and she sure is nervous a lot any more as this is the
third time today and she says too bring the wooden spoon and lay over her lap
backwards balls up I sure am glad I can help her while she is so tense and
irratable I just love her so much and she says she may help her mother out as
her mom is so tense and needs to unwind and she could stand some help
* * *
` |
Das Geschenk an den Maharadscha von Taschanpur | Das war er also, der Palast des Maharadscha. Er lag ziemlich abgelegen im
nördlichen Teil Indiens und ich war froh, dass wir endlich am Ziel unserer
Reise
angekommen waren. Ich war mir das Reiten nicht so gewohnt und freute mich ein
paar Tage aus dem Sattel zu kommen. So hoffte ich wenigstens. Genau wusste ich
es nicht. Schliesslich war ich bloss Kadett und hatte mich nicht getraut den
Colonel
oder einen der anderen Offiziere nach den genauen Plänen zu fragen. Warum wir
hier waren wusste ich natürlich schon. Wir sollten dem Maharadscha von
Taschanpur ein Geschenk bringen, damit er die britische Armee im Kampf gegen
die
Aufständischen in der Nachbarregion unterstützte.
Ich war stolz, dass ausgerechnet ich ausgesucht worden war die Soldaten auf
dieser
Mission zu begleiten. Schliesslich waren wir an die 200 Jungen an der Prince
Alfred
Kadettenschule in Bombay. Ich erinnerte mich noch genau. 7 von uns waren eines
Morgens aufgerufen worden. Wir mussten uns ins Krankenrevier begeben. Der
Kommandant der Schule, zwei andere hohe Offiziere und der Doktor warteten
bereits. Wir mussten uns alle nackt ausziehen, dann wurden wir gründlich vom
Arzt
unter den wachsamen Augen der Offiziere untersucht. Anschliessend durften wir
uns
wieder anziehen und mussten warten. Zehn Minuten später wurde ich
hinausgerufen
und in das Büro des Kommandanten Brigadier Adams geführt.
„Stehen sie bequem, Kadett O’Connell.“ Der Kommandant musterte mich von Kopf
bis Fuss, bevor er weitersprach. „Sie wissen was es bedeutet die Pflicht
gegenüber
dem Vaterland zu erfüllen?“
„Natürlich Sir! Mein Vater war Offizier und mein grösster Wunsch ist es,
einmal in
seine Fusstapfen zu treten!“
Adams nickte, dann erhob er sich, stand direkt vor mich hin. „Major O’Connell
war ein
hervorragender Offizier und hat sein Leben für Königin und Vaterland geopfert.
Wären auch sie dazu bereit Kadett?“
„Zu allem was von mir verlangt wird, Sir!“
„Ich habe keine andere Antwort von ihnen erwartet, Kadett O’Connell.“ Der
Kommandant ging zu seinem Schreibtisch, nahm eine Akte hoch und schlug sie
auf.
„Haben sie noch Angehörige?“
Ich räusperte mich. „Nein Sir! Meine Mutter starb kurz nach unserer Ankunft
hier in
Indien, Vater vor vier Jahren. Seit da bin ich hier an der Schule.“
Adams sah hoch. „Wie alt sind sie O’Connell?“
„18, Sir.“
„Wir brauchen einen jungen Kadetten, der eine Mission zum Maharadscha von
Taschanpur begleiten wird. Sie haben wir dazu ausersehen.“
Stolz schwoll meine Brust an, als ich das hörte. „Vielen Dank, Sir!“
Der Kommandant lächelte. „Es wird keine leichte Aufgabe sein, Kadett, sie wird
alles
von ihnen abverlangen. Doch denken sie immer daran, sie tun es für ihr
Vaterland!
Queen Victoria wäre stolz auf sie! Ich bin stolz auf sie! Vergessen sie das
nie, was
auch immer geschieht!“
„Jawohl Sir!“
Wir ritten in den Hof des Palastes ein. Überall auf den Mauern standen Wächter
mit
Gewehren. Doch ich hatte keine Angst, vertraute ganz auf die Offiziere und
Soldaten.
Ein Mann um die dreissig, in traditioneller Tracht mit Turban,
spitzzulaufenden
Pantoffeln an den blossen Füssen und ziemlich viel Schmuck behängt, erwartete
uns
bereits. Wir stiegen von den Pferden. Ich blieb im Hintergrund stehen.
Der Mann verneigte sich tief, bevor er in gutem englisch und mit hoher Stimme
sprach. „Ich heisse sie im Namen von Kavan, Maharadscha von Taschanpur,
herzlich willkommen. Ich bin Minister Talmas.“
Colonel Wallace begrüsste den Minister, stellte sich selbst vor dann kamen
seine
Offiziere an die Reihe. Auch ich musste mich vorstellen. „Kadetten-Sergeant
Jeremy
O’Connell, Sir!“ stand ich sogleich stramm. Talmas reichte mir seine Rechte
und ich
ergriff sie selbstverständlich sofort. Lange hielt er meine Hand in der seinen
und sah
mich sehr genau, fast prüfend an. Mir wurde es allmählich unangenehm. Endlich
wandte er sich ab.
„Folgen sie mir meine Herren Offiziere und auch sie Herr Kadett. Für ihre
Männer
und die Pferde wird gesorgt werden.“
Wir folgten also dem Minister. Er führte uns durch ein Tor, das den Hof
abschloss in
den eigentlichen Palast hinein. Dort wurden wir in der Halle bereits erwartet.
8 junge
Männer, kaum älter als ich, verbeugten sich tief als wir eintraten. Sie trugen
keine
Turbane auf ihren schwarzen Haaren, auch keinerlei Schmuck. Einzig eine weite
Hose, die knapp übers Knie reichte, bildete ihre Bekleidung. Oberkörper und
Füsse
waren nackt.
Der Minister drehte sich zu uns um. „Die Diener werden sie in ihre Gemächer
führen.
Dort können sie sich frisch machen für das anschliessende Dinner mit unserem
Herrn, dem Maharadscha.“ Unser Gepäck, mit den Galauniformen, wurde von den
zwei Soldaten an die Diener übergeben. Talmas trat neben mich. „Kadett
O’Connell,
darf ich sie bitten mir zu folgen?“
„Selbstverständlich, Sir!“ Antwortete ich mit fester Stimme. Trotzdem sah ich
schnell
zum Colonel hinüber, doch der zeigte keinerlei Reaktion. Zusammen mit zwei
Dienern ging ich dem Minister hinterher. Er führte mich in einen völlig
anderen Flügel
als die Offiziere. Das irritierte mich, doch ich wagte nicht zu Fragen
weshalb. Wir
betraten ein grosses Zimmer. Ein riesiges Bett, das sehr bequem aussah, stand
darin. Da hätten bestimmt vier Mann auf einmal schlafen können. Wenn ich da an
die
engen Pritschen in der Kadettenschule dachte...
„Sie werden hier nächtigen, Kadett.“ Talmas lächelte mir zu. „Ich hoffe, es
gefällt
ihnen.“
„Sehr Sir, danke vielmals!“
„Gut! Dann werde ich sie beim Dinner wiedersehen. Wenn sie etwas benötigen,
die
Diener erfüllen ihnen jeden Wunsch.“
Ich bedankte mich nochmals, dann war ich mit den beiden Dienern alleine im
Zimmer. Ich begann meine Uniformjacke aufzuknöpfen, da ging einer der Diener,
der
grössere, in die Knie vor mir und fing an dasselbe von unter her zu machen.
Verärgert stiess ich ihn weg.
„Was soll dass! Bringt mir Wasser, damit ich mich waschen kann!“
Der Diener stand sogleich wieder auf, verneigte sich tief. „Entschuldigen sie
mein
Versehen, Sahib!“
Das war in bestem Englisch gesprochen. Erstaunt blickte ich den Jungen an. Es
wäre jedoch unter meiner Würde gewesen ihn danach zu fragen, warum er es so
gut
konnte. Ich entledigte mich der schweren Uniformjacke. Das Hemd klebte an
meinem
Körper, meine Füsse schwammen im Schweiss in den Stiefeln. So wollte ich
jedenfalls nicht die Galauniform anziehen. Also zog ich mir auch das Hemd aus.
Die
beiden Diener kamen aus einer Ecke des Zimmers zurück. Der eine hatte eine
Schüssel Wasser, der andere ein sauberes Tuch dabei. Während sie mir die
Schüssel hinhielten wusch ich mir gründlich Gesicht, Hals und Oberkörper,
trocknete
mich ab.
„Sahib, dürfen wir ihnen die Stiefel ausziehen und die Füsse waschen?“ fragte
der
selbe Diener wie vorhin.
Warum eigentlich nicht? Ich nickte also und setzte mich auf die Kante des
riesigen
Bettes. Es war wirklich sehr weich. Die beiden waren mir gefolgt und packten
nun
meine Stiefel, zogen sie mir aus, auch die Socken, die vor Schweiss nur so
tropften.
Dann wuschen sie mir gründlich die Füsse. Ich musste mich beherrschen um nicht
loszuprusten vor Lachen. Ich war ziemlich kitzlig zwischen den Zehen und die
beiden
Jungs machten ihre Arbeit sehr gründlich.
Nachdem auch meine Füsse abgetrocknet waren stand ich auf, streifte meine
Uniformhose ab. Die Unterhose klebte an meinem Hintern. Gierig blickten die
Diener
auf mein Hinterteil. Nicht, dass es mir unangenehm war nackt unter anderen
Männern zu sein. In der Kadettenschule schliefen wir in Schlafsälen zu 50
Mann,
benutzten alle den selben Wasch- und Baderaum. Da war es unvermeidlich zu
sehen
und gesehen zu werden. Doch irgendwie fühlte ich mich hier drin beobachtet.
Ich
wusste nicht woher, es war bloss ein Gefühl. Und es war mir unangenehm.
„Dreht euch gefälligst weg!“ schnauzte ich die Diener an. Sofort verbeugten
sich
beide und drehten mir ihre Rücken zu. Der zweite verstand also auch Englisch,
eigentlich gut so. Wir lernten zwar die Indische Sprache im Unterricht, aber
ich tat
mich nicht gerade besonders hervor damit.
Ich stieg aus der Unterhose und wusch mich gründlich unten herum. Das Gefühl
beobachtet zu werden blieb. Obwohl es nicht die Diener waren. Die drehten sich
nicht einmal nach mir um. Ich pressierte und zog mir eine frische Unterhose
an. Nun
durften sie sich wieder umdrehen. Der eine packte meine Uniform aus, der
zweite
wischte den Boden sauber. Ich stieg in die Galahose, das dazugehörende,
saubere
Hemd und band mir die Krawatte um. Nun erst zog ich mir Socken über, liess mir
die
Schuhe reichen und nachdem auch diese an meinen Füssen waren half mir der eine
Diener in die Galajacke. Noch kurz das blonde Haar gekämmt, dann war ich
soweit.
Zufrieden betrachtete ich mich im Spiegel, drehte ich mich hin und her. Die
Diener
räumten meine schmutzigen Sachen weg.
„Sie sehen sehr gut aus, Sahib.“ Diesmal war es der kleinere gewesen der
gesprochen hatte.
„Danke.“ Ich blickte erst den einen, dann den anderen genauer an. Doch ihre
Mienen
verrieten nichts. Schöne Gesichter hatten sie, beide. Nicht wie man es oft bei
den
Bettlern in Bombay sah. „Wie heisst ihr eigentlich? Und woher kommt es, dass
ihr so
gut Englisch könnt!“ Meine Neugier war doch grösser als meine Würde.
Der Grössere lächelte. „Ich bin Salim, das ist Musa. Unser Herr, der
Maharadscha,
will, dass alle seine Diener Englisch können. Schliesslich sind die Engländer
unsere
Freunde.“
„Aber ihr seit doch Diener und geht gar nicht zur Schule, oder?“
„Wir lernen es hier, Sahib,“ antworte Musa. „Alles was wir brauchen um unseren
Herrn, den Maharadscha, zufrieden zustellen lernen wir hier.“
Ich nickte und ging zum Fenster. Ein herrlicher Blick auf den Dschungel unter
uns,
das Hochland dahinter, tat sich mir auf. Wie viel schöner war es hier als in
Bombay,
diesem verdreckten, stinkenden Moloch. Es klopfte an die Tür. Der Minister war
es,
der zum Dinner bat.
Der Maharadscha begrüsste uns sehr höflich. Ich schätzte ihn zwischen 20 und
25,
war also noch sehr jung für einen Herrscher. Er machte einen guten Eindruck
auf
mich. Wenn ich auch seinen hang, was Schmuck betraf, übertrieben fand. Ähnlich
dem Minister hatte er sich überall damit vollgehängt. Ohren, Hals, Turban. An
jedem
Finger trug er einen Ring. Seine Kleidung war sehr traditionell und bestimmt
elend
teuer. Es glitzerte bloss so vor Gold an den Borten, den Mustern. Seine
blossen
Füsse steckten, ähnlich dem Minister, in Pantoffeln. Allerdings waren diese
mit
Edelsteinen besetzt. Arm war der Maharadscha jedenfalls nicht. Wir nahmen an
der
niederen Tafel auf Kissen platz. Ich sass ganz am Ende gegenüber den beiden
Lieutenants. Neben mir der Captain und oben der Colonel gegenüber Talmas. Mehr
Leute waren wir nicht. Die jungen Diener die uns schon empfangen hatten trugen
das Essen auf.
Es schmeckte hervorragend. Ich konzentrierte mich vor allem darauf, wollte die
Konversation der anderen nicht stören. Der Maharadscha sprach, wie ich
erwartet
hatte, sehr gut Englisch. Es war schon eine Ehre überhaupt mit hm an der
selben
Tafel zu sitzen. Es redete auch kaum einmal jemand mit mir, nur Blicke erhielt
ich
von den übrigen mehr als genug. Die Einheimischen neugierig, die Offiziere
besorgt.
Aber nein, das bildete ich mir bloss ein. Dann folgte die Unterhaltung. Darauf
hätte
ich gerne verzichtet. Ein paar Männer vergewaltigten ihre Instrumente, Musik
konnte
man das jedenfalls nicht nennen. Dazu verdrehte eine Frau, in kaum verhüllende
Schleier gekleidet, in rhythmischen Bewegungen, oder was sie dafür hielt,
ihren
Körper. Den Offizieren gefiel es sichtlich. Mich langweilte es, den
Maharadscha
vermutlich auch. Jedenfalls sah er oft zu mir herüber, während ich krampfhaft
versuchte Interesse an der Darbietung zu zeigen.
Auch dieser Teil ging vorbei. Es wurde Tee gereicht, dann erhob sich der
Maharadscha. Wir natürlich ebenfalls. Er reichte uns allen zum Abschied die
Hand.
Als letztem dem Colonel.
„Das Geschenk das sie mir gebracht haben, Sir Stuart, wird gerne
entgegengenommen. Seien sie meiner Unterstützung im Kampf gegen die
Aufständischen versichert und richten sie meinen besonderen Dank an Queen
Victoria aus.“
Welches Geschenk denn? Schon die ganze Reise hatte ich mich gefragt was es
denn wäre. Gross konnte es nicht sein. Wir hatten schon einige Packpferde
dabei,
aber die trugen ausser unserem Gepäck den Proviant. Dann dämmerte es.
Edelsteine! Der Kerl schien ja so versessen darauf, bestimmt hatten wir ihm
Diamanten oder ähnliches aus unseren Kolonien in Afrika hergebracht.
Der Maharadscha verliess uns und auch wir reichten einander die Hand zum
Abschied. Der Colonel wollte morgen gleich früh aufbrechen, mein Hintern
begann
schon beim Gedanken daran zu schmerzen. Salim führte mich wieder zu meinem
weit entfernten Gemach. Der Palast war recht gross. Vor der Türe wartete Musa,
der
andere Diener vom Nachmittag, auf uns. Er hatte ein Tablett mit einer Schale
Tee
darauf.
Er verbeugte sich leicht und hielt mir das Tablett unter die Nase. „Der
Maharadscha
schickt ihnen diesen Tee, Sahib. Damit sie gut schlafen können.“
Tatsächlich hatte ich beim Essen erwähnt, manchmal an fremden Orten schlecht
einschlafen zu können. Der Maharadscha hatte mich danach gefragt. Ich wollte
ihn
nicht beleidigen und trank die Schale in einem Zug leer. Dann öffnete ich die
Türe
und trat in mein Zimmer. Die Diener drängten sofort nach, doch ich wehrte ab.
„Nein, nein, bleibt ihr schön draussen! Weckt mich aber morgen früh
rechtzeitig!“ Tief
verneigten sich die beiden und ich machte die Türe zu. Ich fühlte mich
plötzlich
unglaublich müde und schlapp. Ich knöpfte die Jacke auf, doch ich musste mich
setzten, so müde war ich. Gerade noch erreichte ich das riesige Bett, hockte
mich
darauf, kippte nach hinten und war augenblicklich eingeschlafen.
Ein angenehmes Kribbeln weckte mich auf. Nein, es war mehr als ein Kribbeln,
es
war ein Streicheln, ganz sanft und zart. Ich schlug die Augen auf. Hell und
angenehm
warm flutete das Licht durch die Fenster in mein Zimmer. Doch was ich sah
liess
mich aufschreien. Das sanfte, zarte Streicheln auf meiner Haut wurde
verursacht
durch Musa und Salim! Splitternackt lagen die beiden links und rechts von mir
auf
dem Bett, ihre Körper an den meinen geschmiegt. Dann fiel mein Blick auf meine
Füsse. Sie waren nackt, genauso wie mein übriger Körper auch. Immer noch
schreiend wollte ich aufspringen, doch es ging nicht. Ich war an Hand- und
Fussgelenken gefesselt! Ausgestreckt wie ein X lag ich auf dem Rücken, wehrlos
den Dienern ausgeliefert.
Ich fluchte wie ein Verrückter, bäumte mich auf, wand mich, versuchte frei
zukommen. Natürlich ohne Erfolg. Ich drehte fast durch. Tränen der Wut traten
in
meine Augen, Speichel spritzte mir beim Schreien aus dem Mund. Selim und Musa
lagen einfach still neben mir und blickten mich mit treuherzigen Augen an und
streichelten mich weiter mit ihren Händen, ihren Fusssohlen. Mehrere Minuten
musste ich gewütet haben, dann konnte ich nicht mehr. Schwer keuchend, total
ausser Atem, sah ich von Salim zu Musa und zurück.
„Hast du dich ausgetobt?“ fragte Salim und fing an meinen Bauch zu küssen.
„Gut haben wir Tücher und keine Seile zum Fesseln genommen, die hätten tief
eingeschnitten, so wie sich Jeremy aufgeführt hat.“ Sagte Musa während er mit
seinen Zehen über meine Unterschenkel strich.
„Was soll das!“ Ich krächzte, hatte vom Schreien einen wunden Hals. „Macht
mich
sofort los!“
Salim grinste mich an. Schnell drückte er seine Lippen auf die meinen, ich
konnte es
nicht verhindern, bevor er mir ein Tuch in den Mund schob, das umgehend von
Musa
mit einem zweiten um den Kopf festgebunden wurde.
Ich hatte Angst, panische Angst. Musa streichelte, küsste meine Lenden, Salim
leckte meine Brustwarzen. „Beruhige dich, Jeremy, es wird dir nichts
geschehen.“
Lächelte er mich an. „Der Maharadscha mag es, wenn er einen wilden, blonden
Tiger
wie dich zähmen kann.“
„Deine Leute sind schon längst weg,“ Musa massierte nun meine Eier. „Sie
werden
dich nicht vermissen.“
Salim leckte meine Brust, fasste nach meinem Pimmel und massierte ihn sanft.
„Falls
du es noch nicht begriffen hast, Jeremy O’Connell, du bist das Geschenk an den
Maharadscha.“
Ich war total aufgewühlt, vor Angst und Panik, zu der sich allmählich ein
neues,
unbekanntes Gefühl mischte. Es kam, während ich begriff was der Brigadier in
der
Kadettenschule wohl gemeint hatte, als er von der Aufgabe sprach, die ich für
Königin und Vaterland zu erfüllen hatte. Die Berührungen der beiden Diener
erregten
mich. Von den Erzählungen der älteren auf der Schule wusste ich, wie es war
wenn
man sich wichste. Selber hatte ich es nie getan, und schon gar nicht von einem
anderen tun lassen! Es war mir schon gekommen, ich hatte schon Flecke in der
Hose des Schlafanzuges gehabt. Aber ich wollte später ein Mädchen kennen
lernen,
vielleicht heiraten, wenn ich Karriere beim Militär gemacht hatte. Aber was
stellten
denn die beiden Diener mit mir an?
Sie streichelten meinen Körper mit ihren Händen, ihren Füssen. Ihre Zungen
leckten
meine Brustwarzen, meine Achseln, zwischen den Beinen, meine Eier. Es machte
mich fast verrückt, diese Brührungen und mich, wegen der Fesseln, nicht
dagegen
wehren zu können. Vor allem, dass Salim und Musa abwechselnd meinen Pimmel in
die Hand nahmen und streichelten. Ich spürte wie er gross und hart wurde,
konnte
ein Stöhnen nicht unterdrücken.
„Nein Jeremy, noch darfst du nicht,“ meinte Salim und liess meinen Ständer
los. Er
und Musa gingen auf die Knie. Über meinen Körper hinweg umarmten und küssten
sie sich. Dann stieg Musa über mich und die beiden streichelten einander
engumschlungen neben mir. Küssten sich, fassten sich an die Schwänze, nahmen
sie sich gegenseitig in den Mund. Ich musste zusehen, ich konnte einfach nicht
anders! Es war mir gestern schon aufgefallen wie gut sie aussahen. Es hatte
Gerüchte gegeben, dass solche Dinge auch bei uns an der Kadettenschule Prince
Albert, vorgekommen sein sollten. Wir jüngeren hatten dies immer für
Ammenmärchen gehalten, so etwas gab es doch nicht! Zwei Männer die Liebe
miteinander machten! Nun war ich gefesselt, nackt und wehrlos dazu verdammt es
mit anzusehen, dass es dies gab.
Die Schwänze von Selim und Musa, die sie sich gegenseitig bearbeiteten, waren
enorm gewachsen. Es musste ihnen sehr gefallen, so laut wie sie stöhnten.
Aufgeregt schaute ich den beiden zu und versuchte trotzdem meine Erregung zu
zügeln, als plötzlich die Türe aufgerissen wurde.
„Minister Talmas!“ rief ich erleichtert, nun würde alles gut. „Sehen sie mal
was ihre
Diener mit mir angestellt haben!“ Ich zerrte an meinen Fesseln um meine
Wehrlosigkeit noch zu unterstreichen.
Salim und Musa waren beim Anblick des Ministers sofort von meinem Bett
gesprungen, lagen nun auf Knien am Boden, vor den Füssen des Ministers, der
mitten im Raum stehen geblieben war und nur Augen für mich hatte.
„Die Diener haben es schon richtig gemacht, Jeremy!“ Talmas musterte meinen
nackten, gefesselten Körper ausgiebig. Etwas gieriges lag in seinem Blick, was
mich
erstarren liess. Diese Worte von ihm hätte es nicht gebraucht. „Du gehörst von
nun
an dem Maharadscha, Jeremy, als sein Diener! Queen Victoria hat dich unserem
geliebten Herrscher geschenkt,“ er nickte zufrieden. „Und was sich sehe
gefällt mir
gut, du bist ein würdiges Geschenk! Der Maharadscha war ganz begeistert
gestern,
als er dich beim Umkleiden beobachtet hatte, nun verstehe ich warum.“
Also hatte mich doch jemand beobachtet, mein Gefühl mich nicht betrogen! Aber,
dass es ausgerechnet der Maharadscha gewesen war! Ich war sprachlos. Die
übrigen sechs Diener von gestern erschienen. Doch diesmal trugen sie nicht
ihre
weiten Hosen bis knapp übers Knie, sie waren allesamt splitternackt.
Der Minister sagte mit seiner hohen Stimme, ohne den Blick von mir abzuwenden:
„Fesselt Selim und Musa, sie haben sich zu ausgiebig mit Jeremy vergnügt und
bindet auch unseren blonden Tiger. Aber seit vorsichtig, damit ihm nichts
geschieht!“
Immer noch sprachlos schaute ich zu wie Salim und Musa sich willig erhoben,
die
Hände auf den Rücken legten, wo sie ihnen gefesselt wurden. Nicht die
Handgelenke aneinander, sondern quer, an den Ellbogen. Der Minister zog ein
Paddel unter seinem Gewand hervor und versohlte den zwei damit den Hintern.
Darum waren sie so gefesselt, ansonsten wären die Hände im Weg. Salim und Musa
versuchten ihre Schmerzenslaute zu unterdrücken, was zu Beginn auch gelang.
Auch wir an der Schule wurden jeweils mit so einem Paddel bestraft, mit
Schlägen
auf den nackten Hintern, wenn wir Dummheiten gemacht hatten. Ich selbst hatte
schon öfters damit Bekanntschaft gemacht.
Als die Hinterbacken der beiden dem Minister rot genug erschienen hörte er
wieder
auf. Die geschlagenen Diener bedankten sich artig bei ihm für die Strafe und
sahen
dann zu, wie sich ihre sechs Kameraden über mich hermachten. Ich schrie Zeter
und
Mordio, versuchte mich zu wehren, erfolglos. Sie machten es recht geschickt.
Erst
banden sie mir nur die Hände los, und fesselten sie sogleich auf meinem Rücken
wieder zusammen, dann kamen die Füsse dran. So verschnürt wurde ich auf eine
Leiter gelegt und darauf festgebunden. Nichts geschah mit Seilen, alles wurde
mit
langen Tüchern gemacht. Hinter Salim und Musa, die immer noch gefesselt waren,
und dem Minister her, ging es aus meinem Zimmer. Ich schrie immer noch,
versuchte
mich zu wehren, es war nicht nur erfolglos, es wurde schlichtweg ignoriert.
Wir kamen in einen Saal. Er war reich ausgeschmückt mit Stoffen, hatte viele
Kissen
und Decken überall auf dem Boden. Dazwischen aber auch einen Pfosten, an dem
Eisen zum Festmachen von Gefangenen hingen. Auch an der einen Wand erkannte
ich Metallringe und Ketten. Dazu noch ein sogenanntes Andreaskreuz, mitten im
Raum, und ein Gestell vom dem ich nicht wusste für was es dienen sollte. Ein
kleiner, eiserner Käfig vervollständigte die Einrichtung. Überall lagen Seile
und
Tücher herum und mitten drin, auf weiche Kissen gebetet, lag der Maharadscha.
Er
war mit nichts bekleidet als den Ringen an seinen Fingern. Die Neugier begann
die
Wut zu verdrängen. Ich starrte ihn an und stellte erstaunt fest, dass er viel
jünger
sein musste als ich bisher gedacht hatte, höchstens zwanzig. Und er sah
verdammt
gut aus, hatte einen muskulösen Körper. Und einen enormen Schwanz, wenn er
auch momentan noch erschlafft war.
Kavan, der Maharadscha, erhob sich. Die Diener hatten die Leiter auf den Boden
gelegt, mich losgebunden. Nur von der Leiter, die Fesseln an Händen und Füssen
blieben.
„Du bist ein sehr hübscher Knabe, blonder Tiger Jeremy!“ Der Maharadscha fuhr
mir
beim Sprechen mit der Sohle seines Fusses über die Brust.
Ich war heiser vom Schreien und brachte keinen Ton mehr heraus, obwohl ich
versuchte zu protestieren.
„Victoria war sehr grosszügig zu mir und auch zu dir, Jeremy,“ fuhr Kavan
fort. „Nur
die Schönsten meines Volkes dürfen meine Diener werden und auch du wirst einer
sein. Bindet ihn an den Pfosten, auf den Knien!“ In einem hatte der
Maharadscha
recht, schön waren die Jünglinge alle. Wenn ich da an das dachte, was bei uns
im
Baderaum der Kadettenschule jeweils zu Gesicht bekommen hatte!
Ich wehrte mich so gut es noch ging, doch allmählich versagten meine Kräfte
und im
nu war ich an den Pfosten, mitten im Raum gefesselt. Ich war auf den Knien.
Hände
und Füsse hatten sie mir hinter dem Pfosten, an den ich ebenfalls gebunden
war,
zusammengeschnürt. Kavan kam ganz nah zu mir hin. Sein Penis war auf meiner
Gesichtshöhe. Er nahm ihn in die Hand.
„Mach deinen Mund auf Jeremy und blas mir einen!“
Der Typ hatte wohl einen Flick ab! „Nie!“ krächzte ich heiser und wandte
demonstrativ meinen Kopf weg.
Der Maharadscha lachte laut auf. „Das gefällt mir! Ich werde dich schon noch
zähmen, mein blonder Tiger!“ Und schnell wuschelte er mein Haar. Den wütenden
Blick den er von mir dafür bekam beachtete er gar nicht, denn nun waren erst
Salim
und Musa an der Reihe.
Sie wurden links und rechts des Andreaskreuzes, die Gesichter einander
zugewandt,
an die Hölzer gefesselt und erhielten so noch einmal ein paar Schläge mit dem
Paddel, vom Maharadscha persönlich. Eine Peitsche wurde nie eingesetzt, die
hinterliess Striemen und Kavan legte wert auf makellose Körper, wie er mir
beim
Verhauen der beiden erklärte. Sie blieben an das Kreuz gefesselt, während die
übrigen sechs Diener und Kavan es sich vor ihnen und mir auf den Kissen und
Decken am Boden bequem machten. Der Minister hatte sich verzogen. Wie ich
später erfuhr war er kastriert, daher auch die hohe Stimme. Damit er nicht in
Versuchung kam, denn die Diener, alle in meinem Alter, gehörten
ausschliesslich
dem Maharadscha. Trotzdem brauchte der jemand der ihn unterstützte, bei seinen
Spielen mit den Jungs.
Die gingen nun mit ihrem Herrscher ganz schön zur Sache! Sie leckten,
streichelten
und küssten ihn, auch sich gegenseitig. Zwei wurden vom Maharadscha mit den
überall herumliegenden Tüchern die Hände auf den Rücken gefesselt, bevor er
abwechselnd in sie eindrang. Erst von hinten, dann von vorne, während die
anderen
Kavan mit ihren Lippen, Zungen, Fingern und Zehen verwöhnten und sich
gegenseitig auch diesen Dienst erwiesen. Bald darauf ebenfalls begannen, ihre
prall
gewordenen Schwänze in die Ärsche zustechen.
Und ich musste alles mit ansehen! Ich konnte nicht mehr wegblicken, obwohl
mich zu
beginn der Ekel packte. Der verwandelte sich bald in Erstaunen, denn den
Bengels
schien es sehr grosse Freude zu machen, dann in Faszination. Ich spürte, wie
ich
allmählich vom Zusehen erregt wurde. Die Orgie wie bei den Griechen, ich
kannte es
aus dem Unterricht in Geschichte, und um eine solche musste es sich handeln,
wurde immer heftiger. Das Keuchen der Beteiligten wurde immer lauter, die
Stösse in
die Ärsche härter, wie die Griffe an den Schwänzen. Salim und Musa, die an das
Kreuz gefesselt mit gierigen Blicken zusahen, rieben sich ihre harten Latten
aneinander, was sie trotz der Fesseln tun konnten. Wenn ich doch wenigstens
das
gekonnt hätte! So musste ich mit ansehen, wie der Maharadscha plötzlich seinen
Schwanz aus dem Arsch den er gerade gefickt hatte herauszog, ihn wichste und
auf
den Rücken des vor ihm knienden Dieners absahnte. Nie hatte ich einen Mann
abspritzen sehen und wie schon gesagt, selber hatte ich mich nicht einmal
getraut zu
wichsen. Es war faszinierend! Kaum hatte Kavans Penis der letzte Tropfen
verlassen
schloss sich der gierige Mund eines der Jünglinge darum. Der Maharadscha
schien
es sichtlich und hörbar zu geniessen.
Nun legte auch er selbst, Mund, Hand und sogar Fuss an, um es seinen Dienern
zu
besorgen. Einer nach dem anderen spritzte ab, sogar die beiden vom Maharadscha
gefesselten Diener durften absahnen. Alles wurde immer gleich wieder sauber
aufgeleckt oder einmassiert oder beides.
Sie hatten mich umringt. Kavan hielt mir wieder seinen Penis vor den Mund. Der
Geschmack von Sperma stieg mir in die Nase. „Bist du nun bereit mir einen zu
blasen?“ fragte er sanft. Ich rang mit mir, aber dann getraute ich mich doch
nicht und
drehte den Kopf weg. Wieder wuselte der Maharadscha lachend meine Haare.
Diesmal fiel die Strafe härter aus. Sie hatten mich an das Andreaskreuz
gefesselt,
und zwar ziemlich ausgestreckt. Ich konnte nur noch auf den Zehen stehen. Die
Diener hockten um mich herum und sahen zu, wie mir Kavan mit dem Paddel den
Hintern versohlte. Salim und Musa hatten sie vorher losgebunden. Die Hände
wurden ihnen wieder auf den Rücken gefesselt und sie mussten sich auf Geheiss
ihres Herrschers, gegenseitig und gleichzeitig, ausschliesslich mit dem Mund
befriedigen. Sie befanden sich ebenfalls innerhalb des Kreises der Diener, auf
der
Seite, wo ich ihnen zusehen musste. Gut war ich mir schon einiges an Schlägen
von
der Schule gewohnt, denn der Maharadscha würde erst aufhören mir den Arsch zu
versohlen, wenn Salim und Musa abgespritzt hatten. Ich verbiss die immer
stärker
werdenden Schmerzen, starrte auf die beiden Gefesselten, die gierig die Latte
des
anderen lutschten, und hoffte, dass es ihnen endlich käme. Mein Arsch musste
bereits glühen. Ich hing nur noch in den Fesseln, hatte die Augen zu und
zuckte bei
jedem Schlag zusammen. Nur schreien tat ich noch nicht, obwohl ich es gleich
tun
würde, ich hielt es nicht mehr aus. Doch dann endlich! Salim schrie auf und
ich sah
wie er in das Gesicht von Musa spritzte und kurz darauf ergoss sich Musa in
den
Mund von Salim, auf dessen herausgestreckter Zunge, der nun seine Lippen um
den
noch pulsierenden Schwengel seines Kameraden schloss. Es war unglaublich
erregend.
Kavan hörte auf mit schlagen, trat vor mich hin, packte meine Haare und zog
meinen
kraftlosen Kopf nach oben. „Du bist sehr tapfer, blonder Tiger! Keiner meiner
Diener
hätte es wie du ohne einen Ton von sich zugeben ausgehalten! Wirst du jetzt
meinen
Schwanz in den Mund nehmen?“ Mit letzter Anstrengung schüttelte ich meinen
Kopf,
ich konnte es einfach nicht tun! Kavan lächelte, drückte schnell seine Lippen
auf die
meinen, dann liess er ab von mir.
Sie hatten mich in den kleinen Käfig gesperrt. Die Hände auf den Rücken
gefesselt
und an den Stangen zusätzlich festgebunden. Meine Füsse schauten vorne raus,
waren an die Eisenstangen gebunden. Ich befand mich in sitzender Stellung,
Knie
angezogen, denn der Käfig war wirklich sehr klein. Mein Hintern brannte wie
Feuer,
hätte ich doch wenigstens auf dem Bauch liegen können! Ich konnte nicht
verhindern, dass mir Tränen herabliefen. Erstens vor Schmerzen und zweitens
aus
Wut. Wut auch über mich, warum lutschte ich nicht einfach den Schwanz des
Maharadscha, dann wäre alles vorbei. Eben nicht, sagte meine Vernunft. Ich
würde
bestimmt für immer hier bleiben müssen. Meine einzige Möglichkeit wegzukommen
und nicht schwul zu werden war, mich standhaft zu weigern. Würde ich das noch
lange können? Es war nämlich verdammt geil gewesen den Jünglingen und Kavan
zuzusehen.
Auch jetzt wieder. Weiterhin nackt räkelten sie sich auf den Kissen und
Decken,
diesmal war keiner gefesselt. Sie assen und tranken dabei, unterhielten sich
leise
und küssten einander immer wieder. Vor allem der Maharadscha schaute sehr
darauf
keinen öfter zu küssen als den anderen, er schien seine Jungs wirklich zu
lieben.
Dann ruhten sie sich aus, alle zusammen, eng beieinander, schliefen sogar.
Stunde
um Stunde hockte ich in meinem Käfig, hungrig und durstig, makellose
Jünglingskörper und den ebenso makellosen Körper eines jungen Mannes vor
Augen. Es dauerte lange bis auch ich eindöste und mich dabei fragte, ob ich
wirklich
so gut aussah wie der Maharadscha immer behauptete. Wenn es stimmte, war es
ein
grosses Kompliment. War es nicht auch ein Kompliment, mich für Königin und
Vaterland opfern zu dürfen?
Ich erwachte als sie mich aus dem Käfig herausholten. Es war dunkel draussen,
ich
musste lange geschlafen haben. Trotzdem fühlte ich mich wie gerädert, gar
nicht
ausgeruht. Kein Wunder seit Stunden gefesselt, gemartert und in den engen
Käfig
gesperrt. Die Fesseln an den Händen blieben. Sie banden mir auch die Füsse und
trugen mich dann hinüber auf eine freie Stelle am Boden. Ich wurde gewaschen,
von
Kopf bis Zeh, und abgetrocknet, bevor sie mich zu den Kissen, wo Kavan immer
noch ruhte, hinübertrugen. Sie legten mich zwischen seine Beine und dann
fütterten
sie mich, gaben mir zu trinken. Auch der Maharadscha. Willig nahm ich alles zu
mir.
Ich war viel zu hungrig und durstig um widerstehen zu können, wie ich
anfänglich
wollte. Vor allem zu trinken gaben sie mir.
Als ich wirklich keinen Bissen mehr hinunterkriegte, legten sie mich etwas
abseits auf
den Boden. Zwischen den Decken, Kissen gab es hier keine, lugten eiserne Ringe
hervor, an die wurden meine Hände und Füsse, ausgestreckt wie ein X mit
weitgespreizten Beinen, gebunden. Was dann kam war fast noch schlimmer als die
Schläge mit dem Paddel. Sie kitzelten mich aus, auf brutalste Weise. Sogar die
Zehen hatten sie mir nach hinten gezogen und festgebunden, damit sie besser
hinkamen. Immer mehrere gleichzeitig machten sich dann über meinen wehrlosen
Körper her. Finger, Zungen, Zehen, Hände, Füsse, Köpfe, Nasen, alles
verwendeten
sie um mich in den Wahnsinn zu treiben. Ich war unglaublich kitzlig, speziell
zwischen den Zehen, und wenn gleichzeitig an vier Stellen mindestens
gearbeitet
wurde, es war nicht auszuhalten. Achseln, Füsse, Zehenzwischenräume, zwischen
meinen Beinen, unter den Eiern, auch da schien ich sehr empfindlich, die
Lenden,
die Hüften. Sie kannten keinen Ort den sie nicht an mir marterten. Als sie
dann, nach
endlos langer Zeit, ich schon längst vor Lachen weinte und brüllte, ausser
körpereigenen Waffen auch noch Federn einsetzten war es geschehen. Ich spürte
es
erst gar nicht wie mir die Pisse losging. Erst als alle aufhörten, inklusive
des
Maharadscha fasziniert zusahen wie ich mich Vollpinkelte, über meinen Bauch
und
Brust, wurde es mir bewusst. Aber ich konnte es nicht stoppen, musste mit
ansehen
wie es an mir herabrann auf die Decken. Ich schämte mich masslos, mein Lachen
hörte auf. Doch Kavan und den Jünglingen schien es zu gefallen. Sie tatschten
in der
Pisse herum, mit Händen und Füssen, und strichen meinen Köper von oben bis
unten damit ein. Allerdings wurde ich anschliessend von dort fortgenommen,
und,
leider immer noch gefesselt, wieder gründlich gewaschen, bevor die Jünglinge
sich
selbst auch reinigten. Der Boden wurde gesäubert, die nassen Decken
weggeschafft
und wieder kam der Maharadscha, präsentierte seinen Schwanz. Und wieder lehnte
ich ab.
Die Nacht hatte ich mitten unter ihnen verbracht. Arme über dem Kopf, Knie und
Füsse ebenfalls gefesselt und festgebunden an den Eisenringen im Boden, von
denen es auch zwischen den Kissen welche gab. Ich hatte erfolglos versucht
mich
umzudrehen, mir einen abzureiben, denn mittlerweile war ich kurz vor dem
Wahnsinn. Ich musste abspritzen! Ganz dringend. Sie hatten vor dem schlafen,
direkt
um mich herum, nochmals eine Orgie gefeiert. Auf mich gespritzt, immer wieder
berührt, meinen Schwanz gewichst, der rasend schnell hochgegangen war. Aber
dann war eben nichts mehr! Alle hatten sie abgesahnt, Kavan natürlich als
erster,
mitten in meine Gesicht. Zwei andere hatten es sofort wieder weggeleckt, bevor
sie
selber mich vollspritzten. Nur ich durfte nicht und konnte es selber nicht
tun, wegen
der elenden Fesseln! Kavan sah meine Verzweiflung, weidete sich daran. Wieder
bot
er mir seinen Penis an, wieder lehnte ich ab. Und dafür verfluchte ich mich
die halbe
Nacht, bevor ich endlich einschlief.
Sanftes Streicheln weckte mich. Es war Salim, der mir einen hoch wichste, aber
kaum dass mein Schwanz stand aufhörte und wieder die Augen schloss. So musste
ich warten, bis alle wach wurden. Dann holten sie Essen und Trinken, auch ich
wurde
gefüttert. Würden sie mich wieder auskitzeln? Nein. Nachdem der Maharadscha
wieder sich angeboten hatte und meine Reaktion, allerdings nur mit grösster
Willensanstrengung, ablehnend ausgefallen war, hatten sich alle verzogen. Ich
blieb
alleine in den Kissen liegend gefesselt zurück. Als sie kamen rochen alle sehr
gut.
Sie hatten gebadet, wie Salim mir zuflüsterte. Auch ich könne baden, sobald
ich ihren
Herrscher befriedigt hätte. Stur wandte ich mich ab.
Nun erfuhr ich für was das Gestell war, dessen Verwundungszeck mir bisher
unbekannt gewesen war. Es war gut einen Meter hoch und aus Holz. Die Oberseite
war gepolstert, stand auf vier gespreizten Beinen. Darauf wurde ich mit dem
Bauch
gelegt. Hände und Füsse, inklusive Beine und Arme, wurden an das Gestell
gebunden. Bevor sie das getan hatten wurde das Gestell, Bock wie sie es
nannten,
mitten in die Kissen gestellt. Eine neuerliche Orgie begann, doch diesmal
wurde ich
der Mittelpunkt. Einer um der andere, angefangen mit dem Maharadscha, trat
irgendwann, und dann immer wieder, hinter mich und schob seinen Schwanz in
meinen Arsch! Unglaublich! Das erste mal, als Kavan hinter mich trat spürte
ich
plötzlich etwas an meinem Loch. Es waren seine Finger, die er einen um den
anderen in meinen weit auseinanderklaffenden Hintern schob. Und dann kam sein
eigenes Ding. Es war ein irres Gefühl, vor allem als ich jeglichen Widerstand,
der
sowieso zwecklos war, aufgeben hatte. Kavan war sehr zufrieden und streichelte
meinen Rücken sehr zärtlich dafür. Auch meine immer noch schmerzenden
Hinterbacken. Dann zog er seinen Pimmel wieder heraus, steckte ihn wieder
hinein
und begann das rein raus Spiel. Es war geil! Wurde noch geiler, als Salim, er
fing
damit an, andere machten es ihm nach, unter den Bock kroch und meine Eier
anfing
zu saugen. Dies, während sein steifer Lümmel von einem anderen der Jünglinge
geblasen oder gewichst wurde! Nach Kavan kam einer der Diener um mich
anzustechen, dann ein anderer usw. Bis alle einmal drin gewesen waren. Dann
war
wieder der Maharadscha an der Reihe. Die einen fickten härter, die anderen
weniger.
Jedenfalls mit zunehmender Dauer stiessen alle viel fester zu, was auch mich,
der
ich schon tropfen musste vor Geilheit, zum durchdrehen brachte. Jeder machte
sein
Finish in mir. Wieder angefangen mit dem Maharadscha spritzten auch die
anderen
acht ihre Sahne in meine Rosette, in den Saft des Vorgängers.
Ich war total k.o., als Kavan vor mich trat. Seinen Pisser hielt er in der
Hand, wieder
roch ich das Sperma. „Willst du jetzt meinen Schwanz saugen?“
„Ja verdammt!“ Schrie ich laut. Doch statt wie erwartet ihn nun in den Mund zu
bekommen trat der Maharadscha einen Schritt zurück.
„Gut, heute Abend dann!“ Und grinsend verliess er den Saal.
Sie hatten mich wieder in den Käfig gesperrt und gleich wie gestern gefesselt.
So
verbrachte ich den restlichen Tag. Immer wieder kamen sie mich besuchen,
einzeln
oder mehrere, nur die Jünglinge und vor allem Salim. Sie redeten mit mir,
streichelten mich durch die Gitterstäbe oder leckten meine Füsse, lutschten
meine
Zehen. Ich hatte es schnell aufgegeben zu betteln, dass sie mir einen
runterholten
oder wenigstens eine Hand losbanden, dass ich es selber tun konnte. Sie
lächelten
jedesmal nur ganz lieb, liebkosten mich und gingen wieder.
Endlich wurde Abend. Sie holten mich heraus, wuschen mich gründlich, natürlich
in
Fesseln, dann kam Kavan. Er hockte sich auf die Kissen, Beine Weitgespreizt,
sein
enormes Gehänge gut präsentiert. Ich wurde zu ihm hinübergetragen, zwischen
seine Beine gelegt. Die Haut des Maharadscha roch hervorragend, wie das der
Jünglinge auch. Sie hatten sich wieder gebadet. Och könnte ich das auch. Das
Waschen hatte schon gut getan, doch baden wäre viel besser.
Die Diener legten sich um uns herum in die Kissen, fingen an ihre Schwänze zu
streicheln. Jeder seinen eigenen. Kavan strich mir über die blonden Haare.
„Ist mein
Tiger nun gezähmt?“
„Ich würde sehr gerne deinen Penis in den Mund nehmen, Maharadscha von
Taschanpur.“ Demütig senkte ich meinen Blick.
„Sieh mich an, Jeremy O’Connell, mein blonder Tiger.“ Ich tat wie befohlen.
„Wenn
du es tust wirst du mein Diener sein, dein restliches Leben! Es wird dir gut
gehen,
das versichere ich dir, und du wirst reich belohnt für alle Dienste.“
„Ich bin dein Diener!“ sagte ich mit fester Stimme. Ich musste diesen Penis
lutschen,
ich musste abspritzen können, ich musste mit den anderen Jünglingen
herummachen, ihre Schwänze wieder in mir, sei es dem Arsch oder dem Maul,
spüren.
„Dann komm, blonder Tiger!“ Gierig nahm ich den langen Schwanz des
Maharadscha in den Mund. Er sagte mir wie ich es machen sollte und ich tat was
er
wollte. Nicht nur saugen, auch lecken. Eichel, den Pimmel selbst, die Eier.
Oft
unterbrachen wir, um uns zu küssen, auch mit den Zungen, stellt euch das vor!
Sein
Penis wurde härter, schwoll in meinem Mund an. Kavan streichelte immer meinen
Kopf dabei, wichste sich selbst auch, denn er wurde zusehends erregter.
Genauso
die Jünglinge um uns, die jeder mit ihren eigenen Pissern beschäftigt waren.
Kavan
hielt meinen Kopf, fing an leichte Fickbewegungen dabei zu machen. Ich saugte
fester. Ein neuartiger Geschmack kam in meinen Mund, während der Maharadscha
leicht stöhnte. Es waren seine ersten Lusttropfen gewesen und bald darauf kam
es
ihm. Ich spürte wie er sich aufbäumte, schloss meinen Mund noch fester um
seine
Eichel und schob die Lippen langsam hinab. Dann wurde es warm in meiner
Mundhöhle, wo es pulsierte, dass ich kaum schlucken konnte. Es war
Fantastisch!
Ich saugte Kavan aus, leckte seinen Pimmel sauber und hörte erst auf, als
seine
Zunge gierig in meinen Mund eindrang, unsere Lippen uns vereinigten. Um uns
herum schossen die Jünglinge ab. Das Stöhnen war Musik in meinen Ohren, das
Sehen wie sie es einander wieder wegleckten steigerte meine Geilheit ins
unermessliche.
Dann war ich an der Reihe. Mit dem Rücken hatten sie mich an das Andreaskreuz
gebunden. An Hand und Fussgelenken und wieder so hoch, dass meine Zehen
kaum den Boden berührten. Auch um den Bauch sowie Oberamen und -schenkeln
hatte ich Fesseln, die mich am Kreuz festhielten. Kavan selbst würde mich
befriedigen. Schon der Gedanke geilte mich auf. Die Jünglinge die im Halbkreis
um
uns hockten, ihre Füsse mir entgegenstreckten, an ihren Lümmeln spielten
während
sie uns zusahen, steigerten es noch.
Kavans Hände waren unbeschreiblich zart. Er fing bei meinen Handflächen an,
fuhr
während er mich lange küsste, die Arme hinab, die Brust, Taille, zu meinen
Backen.
Dann ging Kavan selbst, mich stetig küssend wo er vorbeikam tiefer, bis hinab
zu
meinen Füssen. Er kniete sich vor mir auf ein Kissen. Eine Hand knetet meinen
Sack, die andere streichelte meinen Schwanz, der sofort zu voller Grösse
anschwoll.
Und dann nahm er ihn in den Mund. Liess ihn wieder hinaus, leckte mit der
Zungenspitze, um ihn wieder mit seinen Lippen zu umfangen. Ich stöhnte, musste
stöhnen, gab mich völlig dem Genuss hin. Kavans Hände fuhren hoch, griffen
meine
Backen und er drückt sein Gesicht tiefer. Rein, raus, aber ich konnte es nicht
aushalten. „Kavan! Kavan!“ Begann ich zurufen und der Gerufene entliess meinen
Penis, packte ihn mit der Rechten, wichste ihn und leckte gleichzeitig mit der
Zungenspitze über die Eichel. Das war zuviel! Ich bäumte mich auf und schrie
und
spritzte und schleuderte meine Sahne in Kavans Gesicht, der einfach
weitermachte!
Ich war schon halb weg, als er seinen Mund öffnet und ich spürte wie seine
Lippen
meinen pulsierenden Schwanz umschlossen! Und es kam mir nochmals hoch!
Hemmungslos spritzte ich mich aus, wurde ausgesogen vom Maharadscha!
Ich war leer, völlig, und während alle Diener noch kurz meinen Schanz
lutschten,
küssten Kavan und ich uns, gab er mir meine Sahne zum versuchen. Es war
unbeschreiblich gewesen. Ich hatte keine Angst mehr vor dem schwul sein. Ich
wollte
hier bleiben, war es doch tausendmal besser als auf der Kadettenschule! Hier
wurde
ich vollauf befriedigt, auch wenn ich in Fesseln lag und es wohl auch später
immer
wieder sein würde.
So war es denn auch. Längst bin ich ein Diener des Maharadscha. Immer barfuss,
trage ich nie mehr als die weite, bis zu den Knien reichende Hose. Doch meist
sind
wir alle nackt. Wir schlafen zu neunt in einem Zimmer, dürfen uns ab und zu
befriedigen, ohne dass der Maharadscha dabei ist. Wenn er sich beispielsweise
auf
einer längeren Reise befindet. Zwei von uns begleiten ihn dann immer, auch ich
durfte schon mit. Ich geniesse das gefesselt sein, genauso wie die anderen in
Fesseln zu legen. Ob im Palast oder im Garten, wo auch immer. Ich verstehe
mich
mit allen sehr gut, doch mit Salim am besten. Wir sind beide bald 19 und in
einem
Jahr, hat der Maharadscha gemeint, dürfen wir vielleicht ein paar eigene
Diener
aussuchen und erziehen. Doch bis dahin ist noch lange und so verbringe ich
bereits
jetzt die schönste Zeit meines jungen Lebens. Nun betrachte ich es nicht mehr
als
Opfer für König und Vaterland, dass ich dem Maharadscha von Taschanpur zum
Geschenk überreicht wurde. Es ist die Erfüllung meines Lebens!
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Republica feminista 8 | TG, PENECTOMY, TESTICLES, MINOR | The following chapter tells the story of the Juan and his little brother Celes. About how the were selected for emasculation in school, how they have their first sex and how Celes was transformed from a little boy to a little girl. Due to the length main text in german. | Heiß knallte die sommerliche Nachmittagssonne auf das Weizenfeld und ließ die
Luft am Boden flimmern. Dem sanften Rauschen des Windes aus dem nahegelegenen
Pinienwald kommend gesellte sich das leise Zirpen der Grillen. Nackt lagen die
beiden Teenager zwischen den Ähren im Kornfeld. Nach dem Sex war Kuscheln
angesagt. Und Celeste kuschelte gern mit dem großen Bruder, wenn dieser sie
vollgespritzt hatte. Dabei war das Verhältnis zwischen den beiden anfangs gar
nicht so gut. Zwei Monate nach seiner Einschulung kam Juans hochschwangere
Mama nieder. Fortan spielte er nur noch die zweite Geige im Familienkonzert.
Mamas ganze Aufmerksamkeit gehörte Celes, seinem neugeborenen kleinen Bruder.
Gut, auch juan war 2 Jahre lang gestillt worden, durfte wenn es gewitterte zu
seiner Mutter ins Bett. dennoch war es für einen 6-jährigen schwer zu
ertragen, hintenangestellt zu werden. Das Verhältnis zu seiner Mutter war
besonders getrübt nach der Lotterie am Ende des ersten Schuljahres. Juan
erinnerte sich noch recht gut daran. alle Jungen wurden nach der jährlichen
ärztlichen Untersuchung aufgefordert, aus einem großen Glaskasten ein
verschlossenes Briefchen zu entnehmen. Als alle Buben ein Briefchen in der
Hand hatten, durften sie diese öffnen. Und ein Zettelchen entnehmen. Auf Juans
Zettel war ein bärtiger Scheich und daneben in römischen Ziffern eine 13
aufgemalt. Juan gefiel die Figur nicht. Eigentlich durften sie ja es nicht.
doch juan tauschte das Zettelchen mit einem Schulkameraden. Der hatte eine
hübsche Bauchtänzerin und eine 16 auf seinem Briefchen. Vielleicht war sein
Schulkamerad schon über die Bedeutung dieser Zeichnungen aufgeklärt worden und
zog an jenem Tag Juan über den Tisch. Vielleicht auch nicht. Juan kannte die
Bedeutung jedenfalls nicht. Mit dem Zettel in der Hand mussten die Buben zur
Kinderkrankenschwester, die zog den Buben die Hosen runter und tätowierte
ihnen die dem Zettel entsprechenden Piktogramme auf die Pobacken. Zugleich
wurde zugehörige Art der Beschneidung und der Zeitpunkt hierzu registriert.
Was hatte ihm die Frau Dra. Pawlowa y las Mercedes alias Natascha ihm in der
Cafeteria erzählt? Der Kreis steht für die komplette Kastration? Kein Wunder,
dass dann seine Mutter äußerst erbost war, als sie die Umstände seiner fatalen
Wahl erfuhr und ihm eine saftige Tracht Prügel verabreichte. Aber woher sollte
der kleine 6 jährige juan denn auch wissen, was die Bilder auf den Zetteln
denn bedeuteten. Nicht einmal sie war bereit, es ihm zu sagen. Und wie oft
hatte er Fragen gestellt zu den Gestalten in den grellfarbenen Kostümen z.B.
und nur Ausflüchte zur Antwort bekommen. Zum Glück wurde die verweigerte
Zuneigung seiner Mutter durch jene der Kunstlehrerin ersetzt. Juan konnte von
beginn an sehr gut zeichnen und malen. Möglicherweise war es auch sein als
Kind schon ausgeprägter Sinn für Ästhetik mitverantwortlich für jene fatale
Entscheidung bei der Registrierung. Eine Bauchtänzerin ist nun mal hübscher
als ein bärtiger Scheich. Die Kunstlehrerin erkannte Juans großes Talent schon
sehr früh und förderte seine Maltechniken so gut sie es konnte. Juan bekam von
ihr zusätzlich Privatunterricht. Ja, die beiden standen sich sogar gegenseitig
Modell. auch nackt. ein kleiner Junge von sieben Jahren und eine Frau um die
vierzig. Dabei hatte die Frau Grundezza so hieß diese gar nicht mal die Top-
Figur. Sie war eher eine kleinere dralle Person mit üppigen Formen. Kleine
Jungen im Grundschulalter landeten vorzugsweise in ihrem Bett, was auch dazu
führte, dass sie außer einer mittlerweile erwachsenen Tochter keine weiteren
Kinder hatte bis sie Juan in ihre Finger bekam. Juans zunehmend künstlerisches
Können verschaffte ihm bei seiner Mutter zumindest Respekt und Hochachtung.
Mama war wieder stolz auf ihren Ältesten. Auch mit Celes, so hieß sein kleiner
Bruder anfangs kam er gut klar, nachdem dieser die Windeln nicht mehr
brauchte. Sein kleiner Bruder stand gern für ihn nackt Modell. etliche Putten,
die Juan in die sakralen Gemälde integrierte, welche er mit gerademal elf
Jahren als erste Auftragsarbeit für die antike Kathedrale von Vitoria malte
trugen das Antlitz von Celes.
Zu dem Zeitpunkt war Celes mittlerweile eingeschult worden. Und am ende des
Schuljahres wurde auch über sein späteres Schicksal entschieden. Diesmal
mussten die Buben vor der Schulärztin direkt würfeln und wurden sofort
tätowiert. auf die Tour wurden Tauschgeschäfte und sonstige Manipulationen
unter den Buben von vornherein ausgeschlossen. Celes würfelte zuerst eine 2
und dann mit eine 9 mit drei Würfeln. Eine 2 bedeutete, dass einem zwei teile
nicht abgeschnitten würden: die Zunge und die Brustwarzen. wer hingegen eine 6
würfelte bekam gar nichts abgeschnitten. Immerhin behielten nun ein drittel
der Buben ihre Zeugungsfähigkeit. Die andere Zahl gab das alter an, in dem
Celes entmannt werden würde. Juan blinzelte versonnen in die heiße
Nachmittagssonne und ließ seine Erinnerungen weiter Revue spielen. Wie bei
ihm, so sinnierte er war auch bei Celes seine Mutter äußerst aufgebracht. Zwar
schlug sie ihn nicht, dennoch heulte und jammerte sie den ganzen Tag, über das
Unglück keinen ihrer söhne zum mann großziehen zu können. Schlagartig änderte
Mama ihr Verhalten juan gegenüber. Noch in derselben Nacht legte sie sich zu
ihm ins Bett, zog sein Nachthemd hoch und begann ihn zu streicheln. Aber nicht
so wie man ein kleines Kind streichelt. Ihre Berührungen waren anders und
widmeten sich vor allem seinen Geschlechtsorganen. Juan war elf, und Mamas
Zärtlichkeiten blieben nun nicht mehr ohne Wirkung. Er bekam einen Ständer.
Äußerst erfreut über diesen Umstand, bestellte sie ihn immer öfter des Nachts
zu sich, um mit ihm zu „schmusen“ wie sie sagte. Auch juan gefielen die
zärtlichen Berührungen und dann das gegenseitige Liebkosen ausgesuchter
Körperpartien mit der Zunge. Am Ende verspürte er immer ein langanhaltendes
und wohltuendes Kitzeln an seinem Penis, der dann zu einer knüppelharten
dicken Möhre geschwollen war. Mama wunderte sich, dass er immer so schnell
begriff und sie mehrfach zur Klimax bringen konnte. sie ahnte nicht, dass Juan
ähnliches schon mit seiner Zeichenlehrerin gemacht hatte. Doch dann nach einem
halben Jahr ging seine Mutter den nächsten entscheidenden Schritt. Sie saßen
beide in Knieender Haltung auf dem Bett. „Mein Junge, Celes wird niemals in
der Lage sein, Kinder zu zeugen. Daher musst du auch für ihn die Aufgabe der
Nachkommenschaft übernehmen. Unsere Familie darf nicht aussterben. Ich will
Enkelkinder von dir, mindestens ein halbes Dutzend. Auch dafür hast du deinen
Pipimann zwischen den Beinen und deine Eier sind sogar ausschließlich hierfür
geschaffen worden. Juanito ich zeig dir nun, wie man sowas macht.“ Dann griff
sie ihrem elfjährigen Sohn an die noch kindlichen Genitalien, bis sein Glied
steif wurde. Sie packte ihn mit der Linken an die Schultern, ließ sich
rücklings aus Bett sinken und platzierte ihren Sohn zwischen ihre gespreizten
Schenkeln. sie ergriff seinen Penis und führte ihn in ihre Vagina ein. In
jener nacht wurde der kleine Juan von seiner eigenen Mutter entjungfert.
Dieses inzestuöse Verhältnis dauerte mehrere Monate an. Dann, genau an seinem
12. Geburtstag bekam Juan zum ersten mal einen feuchten Orgasmus. Noch waren
seine Ejakulationen wasserklar, einige Monate später aber von milchig trüber
und viskoser Konsistenz. „du bist geschlechtsreif mein Bub.“ eröffnete ihm
seine Mutter. „Jetzt beweise dein können als Mann, bei den anderen Frauen. Wir
dürfen nicht mehrt miteinander schlafen, denn du könntest mich schwängern.“
Juans Geschlecht war reif, gewiss aber alles andere als ein Mann. Als seine
Mutter ihm das sagte stand vor ihr splitternackt noch ein zarter Knabe, dessen
bambihaftes Antlitz jedermann verführte mit ihm zu schmusen. Er war gut
gebaut, und auch wenn seine Muskulatur sich schon abzeichnete, waren sie doch
noch von kindlicher Gestalt. Zart und geschmeidig war seine haut und auch am
Geschlecht zeigten sich noch keinerlei Haare, wenngleich Hoden und Penis in
üppigen Proportionen ihre Einsatztauglichkeit zeigen sollten. Wie in
Hispaniola so üblich, lud seine Mutter nun etliche Geschäftspartnerinnen,
Freundinnen und vor allem deren pubertierende Töchter zu sich zu hause ein.
Denen sollte Juan nun Gesellschaft leisten, im Bett versteht sich. Juan jedoch
wollte selbst bestimmen, wer von den Damen als erste in den Genuss seiner
„Manneskraft“ kommen sollte. Er wußte auch schon wer.: Andrea Mercedes
Grundezza; seine Zeichenlehrerin.
Andere Jungs hätten sich nun eine schlanke Schönheit um die 20 als 1. geliebte
auserkoren und nicht eine üppige und noch dazu untersetzte Matrone. Doch jene
kräftige Person war es, welche ihm jahrelang die Liebe und Zuneigung erwies,
die andere ihm als kleinen Jungen verweigerten. Und so geschah es im März kurz
vor seinem dreizehnten Geburtstag.
Juanito und Senora Grandezza hantierten in der Werkstatt eines Nachmittags an
Plastiken herum. Der junge hatte wieder Privatunterricht und Senora Grund
weihte ihn in die Statik von Marmorplastiken ein. Trotzdem es draußen kalt war
und der Regen unaufhörlich draußen auf das Glasdach des Ateliers trommelte,
war es Juan schon aufgrund der körperlich anstrengenden Arbeit ziemlich warm.
Mit nacktem Oberkörper und nur mit einer Jeans und Sandalen bekleidet meißelte
er an einer Männerstatue herum. auch die Senora war der schweren Arbeit
angemessen gekleidet. Sie trug einen ärmellosen Kittel über ihren Unterrock
anstelle des sonst für sie typischen Dirndls. Bei einer Kaffeepause
schließlich nahm Juan all seinen Mut zusammen:
„Frau Grundezza,“ hob er an.
„Hhmmm“
„Haben sie eigentlich Kinder?“
Senora Grundezza hob erstaunt ihren Blick „ja, habe ich. Eine Tochter. die ist
aber schon erwachsen und hat selber Kinder. Ich war selbst noch ein junges
Mädchen von grade mal 17 Jahren als ich sie bekam. warum fragst du?“
„ooch, öhh“ stammelte juan verlegen. 2nix besonderes...“
„Nix besonderes?“ bohrte Sen. Grundezza nach „das glaub ich dir nicht. Komm!
Raus mit der Sprache! Was willst du? Möchtest du meine Tochter vielleicht
kennenlernen?“
der junge schwieg eine weile, dann schüttelte er den kopf. Und versuchte das
Gespräch wieder unter Kontrolle zu bekommen.
„und sonst haben sie keine Kinder?“ bohrte er nach.
„Leider nein. Hab halt keine Männer kennengelernt. Nur so kleine Buben wie
dich.“ antwortete sie.
„Möchten sie denn noch welche haben?“ „Ja natürlich“ antwortete Senora
Grundezza auf die Frage ihres Schülers. „einen kleinen Sohn hätte ich allzu
gerne.“ Die Zeichenlehrerin hielt plötzlich inne. sie musterte den damals
12-jährigen juan vom Scheitel bis zur Sohle. Der Leser muß sich das vor Augen
halten. Lässig stand der Junge vor ihr mit einer Kaffeetasse in der Hand den
Mund etwas offen. Weiß blitzten seine Schneidezähne hervor. Mit seiner Zunge
leckte er verführerisch über seine sinnlichen Lippen. Seine Stupsnase und die
braunen von langen Wimpern gekrönten Rehaugen taten das ihrige. Hier stand ein
Engel von einem Knaben einer drallen pausbäckigen 40jährigen Frau mit üppigen
Formen gegenüber.
„Sag mal, du willst doch nicht etwa, dass ich mit dir...“Senora Grundezza
begann lauthals an zu lachen. „Oder etwa doch. haha. Du Küken!! Haha Willst
mit mir schlafen.“ Die Zeichenlehrerin schüttelte sich vor Lachen. „warum
nicht?“ entgegnete juan. „wenn sie wollen; ich kann schon spritzen...“ „Na
darauf lass ich's ankommen, haha!“ so kannte Senora Grundezza ihren Juanito
noch nicht. „Aber erst machen die Skulptur fertig, alles klar!“ Juan nickte
wortlos. Innerlich war er erleichtert, es ihr gesagt zu haben, dass er es mit
ihr treiben wollte, ja sogar in sie verknallt war. Die Option mit ihr gleich
ins Bett zu landen spornte ihn bei der Arbeit an. wie ein besessener meißelte
er an der Marmorstatue rum, befolgte alle Tips seiner Lehrerin in nahezu
perfekter Manier. Nassgeschwitzt stand er schließlich vor dem vollendeten
werk. Die Grundform war fertig, nun mussten nur noch die Details ausgearbeitet
werden, aber jetzt schon konnten auch Außenstehende erkennen, dass Senora
Grundezza mit ihrem Schüler die Europa auf dem Stier formten. Senora Grundezza
musterte die ganze Zeit ihren Juanito. zunächst war sie über seine Offerte
amüsiert. Gewiss, sie kannten sich schon seit Jahren, oft stand er ihr nackt
Modell und sie später dann auch ihm. Sie waren miteinander schon intim und
tauschten sich Zärtlichkeiten aus, aber es war wie die unschuldige Beziehung
zwischen Mutter und Kind. Jetzt war alles anders. Die Kunstlehrerin wurde beim
Anblick dieses schönen Knaben zunehmend erregter. erst recht, wo ihm nach
harter Arbeit der Schweiß in Bächen den Rücken und Brust runterlief und aus
seinen Achseln ein animalischer Geruch entströmte den nur eine Frau zu
schätzen weiß. Unbemerkt ließ sie ihren Schlüpfer zu Boden gleiten. Ja sie
wollte ihn haben jetzt! hier in der Werkstatt. so verschwitzt und vom
Marmorstaub verdreckt wie er war, nicht erst wenn er gebadet war und wieder
nach Baby und kleiner Junge roch. Senora Grundezza knöpfte ihren Kittel auf.
„Juanito,“ sagte sie als sie grade das werk vollendet hatten. „steht dein
Angebot noch?“ Der Junge kam nicht mehr zum antworten. sie hatte ihn schon von
hinten gepackt; hielt ihn fest umklammert; schnupperte an seinen Schultern.
Dann fuhr ihre Hand nach unten und öffnete seine Jeans.
Der Junge war ihr bester Schüler von allen. nicht nur vor der Staffelei und an
der Druckerpresse. Ebenso gut wie Juan mit dem Pinsel und dem Meißel umgehen
konnte, so konnte er es auch mit dem Schwanz. am Ende lag er rücklings nackt
auf dem Boden. Obenauf saß seine Kunstlehrerin, obwohl fast doppelt so schwer
wie der grad 37 Kilo schwere Knabe auf dem Jungen und ließ sich von innen
massieren. Sie kamen fast gleichzeitig. Zum ersten Mal seit 2 Jahrzehnten
spürte Senora Grundezza den männlichen Saft in ihre Gebärmutter fließen.
erstmals fühlte sie sich wieder richtig als Frau. Hinterher nach einer
längeren Erholungspause wurde dann gemeinsam gebadet. „War es okay?“ fragte
Juan etwas schüchtern im Bad „und wie!“ erwiderte Se3nora Grundezza. „das
machen wir nächste Woche wieder, gell.“ dann zog sie Juan in der Wanne zu sich
und nahm ihn ganz fest in ihre arme.
Es blieb nicht beim einen mal, erinnerte sich juan. Mehrfach schliefen sie
miteinander. sie brauchten es nichtmal vor ihrer Umgebung verheimlichen. Eine
sexuelle Beziehung zwischen einem Knaben und einer erwachsenen Frau war
hierzulande gang und gäbe und völlig legitim. Die Folgen blieben nicht aus:
Senora Grundezza wurde schwanger und schenkte einem lange gewünschten Jungen
das Leben. Sie war aber nicht die einzige, die sich von Juan schwängern ließ.
Zumal seine Lehrerin überhaupt nichts dagegen hatte. sie wußte ja, dass nur
eine begrenzte Zeit hierfür verbleiben würde. Keuschheit könne Juan ja noch
lange genug ausüben. Es ging schlag auf Schlag. eine Frau nach dem anderen
nahm sich Juan zur Brust. Meist waren es mittelalte, üppige Frauen so wie
seine Kunstlehrerin. Schlanken Teenies aus seiner Schule hingegen blieb er
eher reserviert. Nur zwei 19 jährige Mädchen aus dieser Gruppe wurden von ihm
im letzten Jahr schwanger,. allerdings hatten sie ihn gemeinsam mit vier
weiteren gleichaltrigen Mädels im Wald aufgelauert und vergewaltigt.
Juanito begriff aber auch, dass er seine Rute nicht nur in die Muschi einer
Frau reinstecken konnte. Mit einiger Vorsicht war auch der Arsch
aufnahmefähig.
Schon als neunjährigem fiel ihm auf, dass sein kleiner Bruder Celes es sehr
gern hatte, wenn Mama ihm das Fieberthermometer oder ein Abführzäpfchen ins
Rektum einführte. Dann stand der kleine in gebückter Haltung, die Hosen zu den
Knöcheln runtergezogen vor ihr und spreizte bereitwillig seine Pobacken.
Jedesmal quietschte er vor Vergnügen, wenn das Zäpfchen in seinem Darm fuhr.
Juan und Celes badeten meist gemeinsam, was ersterem die Gelegenheit gab
seinen Finger in das Arschloch seines Brüderchens einzuführen, wenn er ihn
wusch. Erst drang er nur mit einem Finger in ihn ein, dann warn es zwei
schließlich sogar fast die ganze Hand. Celes konnte seine Rosette zwischen den
Pobacken ausgesprochen weit dehnen und wieder verschließen. Eines Tages, Celes
war grade neun und sie an jenem Spätsommertag spielten Indianer im Wald,
fragte Juan ihn, ob er denn mal seinen Penis in seinem Hintern spüren möchte.
Celes schaute ihn verwundert und skeptisch an. Den Pipimann in den Popo
reinstecken? Das konnte er sich schwer vorstellen. Juan nahm ihn bei der Hand
und suchte mit ihm ein verstecktes Plätzchen auf. Dann zog er sich komplett
aus. neugierig fasste sein Brüderchen ihn am Penis an. er spielte eine weile
dran rum. Juans Glied wurde knüppelhart. Auf seine Anweisung hin stellte Celes
sich auf einem großen Baumstumpf und ließ sich von Juan die Lederhose und das
Unterhöschen ausziehen. Nur noch in T-Shirt und Sandalen mit nacktem Popo
stand er vor ihm. Gebückt hielt er sich an einem nahegelegenen Baumstamm fest,
als Juan ganz vorsichtig in ihn eindrang. Es gelang zwar nicht beim ersten
Mal, doch nach einer weile hatte Celes sich so positioniert, dass ihm die
anale Penetration von Seiten seines Bruders nicht mehr weh tat. Mit beiden
Händen die Pobacken gespreizt, den Blick erwartungsvoll nach hinten auf juan
gerichtet ließ er ihn in sich rein. Juan hielt seinen kleinen Bruder am Bauch
fest und begann dabei auch sein kindliches Gemächt zu streicheln. Ganz
behutsam führte er seine Bewegungen aus. Die enge von Celes Rektum ließ juan
sehr schnell den Höhepunkt erreichen. Doch da bemerkte er eine ganz neue
Reaktion an seinem 9-jährigen Bruder. er hatte auf einmal ebenfalls einen
stehen, und nicht zu knapp. die Vorhaut seines steifen Pullermanns war
zurückgeschnellt. wie eine rote glänzende Knospe lugte seine Eichel hervor.
der junge begann zu zittern. kaum hatte Juan in ihm abgespritzt und sein Glied
wieder draußen begann sein kleiner Bruder in mächtigen Strahl zu pullern.
dabei quiekte und lachte er wie ein kleines Ferkel. Anschließend hüpfte er
vergnügt wie ein Baby hin und her. „hat es dir gefallen?“ fragte Juan seinen
Bruder, denn er wußte nicht so recht, ob er nicht vielleicht zu weit gegangen
war. er war grade 14 und Celes noch keine neun. Doch Celes zerstreute seine
bedenken. „Und wie!2 rief er erfreut „Ich möchte noch mal so Pipi!“. Für eine
Wiederholung am selben Tag, war Juan zu erschöpft. Aber immer wieder suchten
die beiden jungen in den folgenden Wochen den Wald oder aber auch den Strand
auf, um sich diesen neuen Vergnügungen hinzugeben.
Dann kam der 21. Dezember vor zwei Jahren. Wintersonnenwende und 3 tage vor
Maria Niederkunft. der Winter war anfangs ungewöhnlich mild, die Temperaturen
im zweistelligen Bereich. Es regnete in Strömen, als Mama ihn und seinen
kleinen Bruder von der Schule abholten. Beide waren sie in langen Jeans
gleichfarbigen Rollkragenpullis Turnschuhen und Anoraks bekleidet. sie setzten
sich hinten ins auto, einem Kombiwagen mit hölzerner Fachwerksverkleidung am
Rumpf. Doch statt nach hause fuhren sie nach Alicante und standen drei Stunden
später vor der herrschaftlichen Villa ihrer Großmutter. Großmamas Villa war
rein riesiges weißes in klassizistischem Stile gehaltenes Gebäude mit
tiefschwarzen Balkonen aus Ebenholz. an der linken Seite zur See hin stand ein
großer viereckiger Turm, gut vier Stockwerke hoch. Darüber ein flaches
pyramidenförmiges Dach. Im obersten Stockwerk befand sich ein großer Saal.
Dreiteilige große Fenster mit gebogenem Sturz sorgten dort oben für sehr viel
Licht. Das Haus war zudem von einem prächtigen Garten umgeben. Zwei
Dattelpalmen und mehrere Kiefern grenzten diesen ein. Die Kinder schritten den
Kiesweg zum Eingang hinan. dort auf der Empore wurden sie von einer freundlich
blickenden Frau in weißem Kittel in Empfang genommen. und ins innere geführt.
Im Foyer legten die beiden Buben ihre Anoraks ab und folgten der freundlichen
Frau zum Aufzug. Im dritten Stock wurden sie anschließend an zwei Wartezimmern
vorbei in einen Saal geführt. Die im übrigen blonde Frau mit dem freundlichen
Blick erkundigte sich nun, wer von den beiden Buben Celes sei. der kleine hob
die Hand. er wurde dann in eine kleine Küche geführt. Juan folgte ihnen. auf
einer Kochplatte stand eine silberne Kanne. die vermeintliche Schwester im
weißen Kittel Gooß davon was in eine Tasse, gab ein paar Tropfen aus einer
Ampulle zu und reichte es dem kleinen jungen. „das ist Kokakakao, das musst du
jetzt ganz langsam austrinken.“ Celes schaute sie fragend an. Das warme
Getränk roch süßlich, wie Kakao. Zögernd nahm er es in die Hand und trank es
langsam leer. „Kann ich auch davon was haben?“ fragte Juan. „Tut mir leid,
mein junge!“ verneinte die Schwester sein verlangen. „das ist eine Medizin
speziell für dein Brüderchen. Ein narkotisierendes Getränk für seine
bevorstehende Operation. du musst aber noch wach bleiben. also nichts für
dich. „wenn du aber Durst hast. Da im Salon ist eine Getränkebar. Da findest
du auch eine gekühlte Flasche Orangensaft. bedien dich da ruhig, aber geh mir
nicht an den Sherry.“ Juan hatte Durst. die getränkebar im Salon war in
Wahrheit ein in Mahagoniholz getäfelten Mobiliar integrierter Kühlschrank.
Juan nahm sich ein Glas aus einer darüber gelegenen Vitrine und bediente sich.
„Juanito! Mein kleiner Michelangelo!“ schallte es plötzlich aus dem Flur. Juan
erkannte die Stimme sofort und nur eine aus der Familie nannte ihn scherzhaft
Michelangelo. „Oma!2 rief er erfreut und lief auf die grauhaarige alte Dame
mit den großen Brillengläsern zu. „Wie geht es dir?“ „Mir geht es gut. und du
hast dich ja auch prächtig entwickelt. Ist ja toll, was ich von dir so höre.“
Die Großmutter führte ihren Enkel zu dem großen Konferenztisch in der Mitte
des Salons und setzte sich auf einem Stuhl. „Erzähl mal! Wie hast du das alles
geschafft?“ „Du meinst die Kunstausstellung in Valencia? hast du sie schon
gesehen? ist erst seit letzter Woche eröffnet.“ antwortete Juan aufgeweckt.
„leider noch nicht, aber das Glasfenster nach deinem Entwurf bei uns in der
„Nuestra Senora de Santa Maria“. wirklich toll. Ich frag mich bloß, wo du das
Talent her hast.“ Juan zuckte mit den Schultern. Mama konnte es nicht gewesen
sein, das stand fest. und zu seinem leiblichen Vater hatte er kaum Kontakt,
seit dieser ein Eunuch war. „Aber erzähl mal. Ich hab gehört, du kannst auch
mit deinem eigenen Pinsel ebenfalls prima umgehen.“ Juan schaute sie
unverständig an. „Na mit dem da!“ lachte seine Oma lauthals auf und griff ihm
herzhaft in den Schritt. „sag, wieviele Urenkelchen hab ich den schon?“ Juans
Großmutter war eine alte Frau, doch trotz ihrer grauen haare und ihrer Falten
im Gesicht, war sie von kräftiger Statur und keineswegs gebückter Haltung.
Ihre 8 Jahrzehnte Lebenserfahrung hatten ihr nichts genommen von der
Lebensfreude und der Frivolität die sie seit ihrer Kindheit offenbarte. Juan
spreizt die Finger seiner linken Hand. „was fünf! Fünf kleine Würmchen und das
schon mit vierzehn. Madre Dios, du verpulverst ja gradezu unseren Familiensitz
für die Alimente, wenn du so weitermachst1 du bist mir ja ein Stecher!“ Senora
Dr. Maria Magdalena Constanze de las Torres y Gutenberg war nicht nur berühmt
für ihre hohe Kunst als plastische Chirurgin, sondern auch wegen ihrer oft
schlüpfrigen Bemerkungen, die sie vor allem Kindern gegenüber machte. Dann
wechselte Dra. Constanze de las Torres y Gutenberg das Thema. „Juan, weißt du,
weshalb ihr hier seit?“ Juan schüttelte mit dem Kopf. „Dein Brüderchen wird
heute zurechtgeschnitten. Und du darfst mir dabei assistieren, gell! Hast du
Lust dazu?“ er nickte mit dem kopf. „Na dann komm mit !“ Sie stand auf und
nahm ihren Enkel an die Hand.
Eine halbe Stunde später stand juan in jenem großen Raum mit den großen
Fenstern den sie von außen oben im Turm gesehen hatten. Er trug nichts anderes
als einen grünen OP-Kittel, Haarteil, Latexhandschuhe und eine Gesichtsmaske.
Neben ihm standen drei weitere Frauen und seine Oma in OP-Kitteln. In der
Mitte des Raums stand ein weißer Stahltisch an dessen Seiten Leder- Riemen
herabhingen und am Fußende zwei Beinschalen etwas überhöht befestigt waren.
Links neben dem OP-Tisch am Kopfende standen diverse Geräte, die er noch nicht
kannte. es waren ein EKG, eine Dialysepumpe und ein Beatmungsgerät mit je
einer Stickstoff und Sauerstoffflasche. Neben juan stand ein kleiner
Rolltisch, mit mehreren Instrumentenschalen drauf. Seine Aufgabe: während der
OP seiner Oma die passenden Instrumente darzureichen, die sie grade benötigte.
jedes einzelne war sie in den Minuten zuvor gründlich mit ihm in ihrer
Benennung und Funktion durchgegangen. Die Schiebetür ging auf, und herein trat
die blonde Schwester , welche sie unten am Eingang in empfang genommen hatte.
In ihren armen lag Celes, Juans kleiner Bruder, sichtlich benommen. Der Bub
wurde auf dem OP-Tisch gelegt. Eine Schwester zog ihm den Pulli hoch und
befestigte an der Brust vier Elektroden vom EKG zur Überwachung der
Herzfrequenz., zwei weitere an den Handgelenken, die seitlich am Tisch fixiert
wurden. Sie zogen ihm die Schuhe und die Jeans aus. Dann zerschnitt Juans
Großmutter Dra. de La Torres y Gutenberg dem Knaben das Unterhöschen. Juan
reichte ihr einen Wattebausch und ein Fläschchen Alkohol. Damit desinfizierte
sie Unterbauch und Schamregion des Buben.
„ich denke, wir fangen am besten erstmal mit dem Blinddarm an. das geht am
schnellsten.“ Eine Schwester zog dem Buben Pulli und Unterhemd bis zum
Bauchnabel hoch und fixierte es mit dem Lederriemen. Juan reichte seiner
Großmutter ein großes Skalpell und zwei OP-klemmen. die machte auf halber höhe
zwischen Nabel und Penis am rechten Unterbauch einen ca 6cm langen Schnitt.
Nach wenigen Minuten hatte sie den Blinddarm herausgeschnitten und den Rest
wieder verschlossen. Juan legte das Stück auf eine Nierenschale im Eisbad goss
etwas flüssigen Stickstoff aufs Eis und verstaute das Gewebe in einen
Kühlschrank. die Doktora begann nun die Wunde zuzunähen. Nach weniger als
einer halben stunde war diese kleine Neben-Operation beendet. nun wandte sich
die Chirurgin den entblößten Genitalien ihres Enkelsohnes. Sie waren noch
klein und gänzlich unbehaart, wie nicht anders von einem neunjährigen Knaben
zu erwarten. die Vorhaut wurde dem Knaben zurückgeschoben und ein dünner
Plastikschlauch als Katheder durch die Harnöffnung geschoben. Das andere Ende
wurde an einem Beutel, der auf einem Ständer hing befestigt. Dra. De La Torres
y Gutenberg, die Chirurgin ließ sich nun von juan eine Hautschere geben. mit
dieser schnitt sie nun den Hodensack des Knaben entlang der Raphe mittig auf
und drückte alsdann die beiden Skrotalhälften nach außen. „Hodenzange und
Schlinge.2 Juan gab der Chirurgin das gewünschte Gerät. Alsbald hatte sie
Celes linken Hoden rausgepult. Nun machte Juan eine Schlinge um Samenleiter ,
Venen und Arterien, die zum Hoden führten und band sie ab. Seine Oma verlangte
eine neue Schere. Juan gab sie ihr. Dann durchtrennte sie die Gefäße. Eine
Schwester nahm den Hoden mit der Zange in Empfang und legte ihn in eine
Nierenschale. auf die gleiche Tour wurde nun der rechte Hoden abgeschnitten.
Celes war nun kastriert. „Hautschere!“ Juan gab seiner Großmutter das
gewünschte gerät. Diese erweiterte nun den vertikalen Schnitt am Hodensack den
Penis Richtung Eichel entlang. Celes Pipimann wurde nun komplett enthäutet.
Juan gab ihr ein feines Skalpell und den beiden OP-Schwestern je eine
flachköpfige Pinzette. Mit feinen Schnitten trennte die Ärztin nun die die
Urethra = Harnröhre umgebende Corpora spongiosum vom eigentlichen
Schwellkörper, de3r Corpora cavernosum des Penis. Nun kam Juans schwierigster
Auftrag. er sollte in höhe des Schambeins den Schwellkörper um die Harnröhre
mit einer schlinge abbinden, aber nur so fest, dass es keine Blutung gab die
Harnröhre aber noch offen blieb. Beim dritten Versuch klappte es schließlich.
Mit einer feinen Pinzette zog die Chirurgin die Nervenstränge ab. Dann
durchtrennte sie die Harnröhre in Höhe des Schambeins und dicht hinter der
Eichel. Mit einem Längsschnitt durchtrennte sie diesen Bereich und zog es vom
Blasenkatheder ab. Mit einer Silikonmanschette wurde die Eichel wieder mit der
verbleibenden Harnröhre verbunden. Dra formte aus der Glans einen
dreischenkeligen Kegel der die Harnöffnung umschloss. „das wird ihre
Klitoris.“ erklärte sie den Umstehenden. Man gab ihr eine Zange und ein großes
Skalpell. Seine Großmutter schnitt nun seinem kleinen Bruder den Penis-
Schwellkörper in kompletter Länge raus. Doch Prostata und Samenblase ließ sie
drin. Celeste sollte später noch feucht werden können, erklärte sie. Nun
musste Juan auch das Stück Blinddarm aus dem Kühlschrank wieder hervor holen.
Seine Großmutter stülpte den Darm in das entmannte loch zwischen Celes
Schenkeln und fixierte den Blinddarm so am Schambein und Leisten, dass es wie
eine richtige Vagina nach innen stand. Harnröhre und Glans fixierte sie
ebenfalls unters Schambein. Dann faltete sie die beiden Hauthälften des
Hodensacks zweimal um und vernähte jede dieser Hälften am Rande des Blindarms
so, dass die Schleimhaut des Darms übergangslos in die Skrotalhaut, welche nun
die Funktion von Schamlippen übernehmen sollten übergingen. Bis auf einen 2cm
langen basalen Rest, trennte sie die Haut des Penis von dem Patienten. ab. Den
basalen Teil klappte sie einmal um vernähte ihn und legte ihn über die noch
nackte Glans. An den seitlichen Enden fixierte sie die Haut mit den zu
Schamlippen geformten Skrotum. Die ganze Operation hatte gut vier Stunden
gedauert und es war dabei nur wenig Blut geflossen. „so fertig!“ sprach
Doktora de las Torres y Gutenberg. „Jetzt hast du ein kleines Schwesterlein,
Juanito.“ Tatsächlich sah es nun zwischen Celes Beinen fast so aus, wie bei
einem kleinen Mädchen. Juans Großmutter war wirklich eine Koryphäe auf ihrem
Fachgebiet. Die Pseudomuschi des Kindes wurde nochmals desinfiziert und
einbandagiert und das Blasenkatheder an der Windel, des man dem frisch
entmannten Buben überzog befestigt. Celes wurde dann auf eine herbeigeholte
Liege gelegt und zur Überwachung in die Intensivstation der Privatklinik, denn
das war die Villa in Wirklichkeit gebracht. Nach ungefähr vier Wochen nahm man
dem frisch gebackenen Eunuchen den Verband ab. Juans kleiner Bruder sah nun
aus wie ein Mädchen und wurde fortan in Celeste umgetauft. wegen der langen
Genesungszeit musste sie eine Klasse wiederholen. Überraschenderweise kam
Celeste erstaunlich gut mit seiner äh ihrer neuen rolle zurecht und ließ sich
das Haar lang wachsen. auch sein Sexualtrieb war keineswegs eingestellt, wie
man es oft fälschlicherweise nach Entfernung der Genitalien vermuten würde.
Eigentlich hatte Juans kleiner Bruder nie eine männliche Rolle bei den
Sexspielchen mit Mama oder Juan gespielt. Sein Part war es zu schlucken und
nun vorne wie hinten vollgespritzt zu werden. Und das machte ihr offenbar
Spaß.
Motorengeräusch riss juan aus seinen Erinnerungen. Ein Traktor fuhr auf dem
Feldweg entlang. Der in türkisfarbenen Shorts und Hemd gekleidete Fahrer nahm
von den Buggy und den beiden Teenagern im Kornfeld keine Notiz. Juan schaute
auf Celeste. Sie hatte ihr Haupt auf seinem Schoß gebettet und war
eingeschlafen. behutsam schob er den Eunuchen beiseite und richtete sich auf.
Seine Leisten waren nass. Hatte sie die ganze Zeit an ihm rumgespielt? Juan
kitzelte Celeste zwischen den Lippen. sie wachte kichernd auf „Au, das tut
weh!“ Juan kamen Nataschas Worte in den Sinn „Du hast die gleiche Tätowierung
wie deine Schwester. Und sie werden mit dir das gleiche machen wie mit ihr!“
Das Mädchen stand auf. Eine Weile betrachtete Juan ihren nackten makellos
gebräunten Körper. „Celeste, was würdest du sagen, wenn ich keinen Pimmel mehr
hätte.“ Verstört schaute das Eunuchen-Mädchen ihren Bruder an. „Das ist doch
nicht dein Ernst, oder?! Lass das bloß nicht mit dir machen...“ Juan stand
auf. Celeste zog sich wieder an. und nahm im Buggy Platz. Juan setzte sich
nackt neben ihr und startete den Wagen. Er spürte, wie sie verstört auf seinen
Schoß starrte. Aber es war nicht seine Nacktheit, die das „Mädchen"
verunsicherte. „Hast du darüber mit der Doktora in der Cafeteria
gesprochen...“ Juan schwieg. Celeste schien Angst zu haben, Angst etwas zu
verlieren, was ihr zwar nicht gehörte, ihr aber viel Freude bereitete.
Juan beschloss, Natascha di Pawlova y las Mercedes anzurufen, noch diese
Woche.
Die weitere fahrt nach Hause verlief ohne Zwischenfälle.
* * * |
Sex with Hubs | STRAIGHT, TESTICLES, CASTRATION | Sex with hubby is fine, then a neighbor, Robin, offers to castrate him for good. | My hubs had been on a maintenance dose of androcur and tamoxifen for about a
year due to my poor sex drive ever since menopause kicked in. Our difference
in libido was creating a lot of ill will in our marriage and I finally told
hubby that he’d better get that thing fixed or we would end up divorcing. And
so, after reading what to do, we decided on a regime of medication that
changed life for us for the better and we both became a happy couple once
again. I had sex when I wanted it, which wasn’t all that often, but my husband
was still able to get it up and perform for me whenever I asked for it.
I never mentioned our “secret” to anyone until about a month ago when I was
speaking with Robin, a not-so-close friend in the neighborhood and a woman
about my age. So when she mentioned in a casual conversation with me – I don’t
know how the subject came up - that her husband John hadn’t been able to have
sex for a number of years, I blurted out Jan’s and my secret to her.
“Well, it you two ever decide to make it permanent, I can help”, replied
Robin.
I was surprised by her unexpected offer, not because she probably couldn’t do
it; she probably could – after all she never had children and her life
consisted of caring for a large number of pets, including horses, and she had
the skills of a vetenarian, if not the diploma. It was because Jan and I had
never discussed removing his testicles and I didn’t know how to respond to
her.
“I do my own castrations, you know”, advised Robin. “I have all the necessary
equipment in the barn, including an instrument steam sterilizer”, she added.
“I couldn’t ask you to do that”, I answered.
“It really wouldn’t be a problem for me”, said Robin, “actually I think that I
would rather enjoy doing it”, she said, with a glimmer in her eye. “Let me
know.”
I left it at that and that evening I told Jan of my strange conversation with
Robin.
“I think that things are fine with me just taking the medication”, said Jan.
“I’m really not ready to make this irreversible”.
But what Robin said to me got me thinking. I would never go back to the time
when Jan was again bugging me for sex all the time. I wouldn’t allow it. I
liked being in control of our sex lives. Continuing with the medications for
more than a year has its own health risks. And anyway, it would be almost
impossible to find a willing physician to perform an orchiectomy for our
reason. Here was an opportunity to take care of the problem once and for all.
And no more meds to worry about taking anymore.
“I don’t know, Jan. I think we should start to consider having those things
removed. They’re not doing you any good any more and this is our chance to go
ahead with the procedure without having to find someone else experienced
enough to do it. Robin says she can do it and we should at least speak with
her about it”, I said to Jan.
Jan wasn’t enthused at all about this idea but he didn’t say no either, so the
next time that I saw Robin, I told her that we were interested in taking her
up on her offer.
“Jan’s not excited about this idea but I think that if you speak with him we
can convince him that this is the best solution”, I said to Robin.
“Come on over this Saturday afternoon about 1 and we can discuss it. I’ll be
in the barn, where I can show you my set up. I’m sure that we can put Jan’s
mind at ease”, she answered.
And so that Saturday Jan and I arrived at Robin’s barn. Not only was she there
to meet us but she had a corner set up as an operating area to show us what
she had planned.
“I take any surgical procedure that I perform on my pets very seriously. I
never hurt any of them because they are my babies. I keep everything sterile.
I’ve performed dozens of castrations on my males without any complications and
I can do the same for you, Jan. It would really be no different”, she told my
husband. “I really can do the job”, she added.
Robin showed us her surgical instruments, her table and everything else that
she would need and use. “It would be just like you were in the doctor’s office
having this done. I would numb the area first, cut two small slits in the
scrotum and pull out each testicle, one at a time”, she explained. “I would
then clamp the cord, cut it and properly suture the remaining cord so that
there is no blood leakage. Finally, I would stitch the two incisions closed
and the job would be done”, she told Jan and me. “It’s as simple as that. You
probably would be sore for a few days afterwards, with some swelling, but
nothing to be concerned about. You’d be as good as new before you knew it”,
Robin said to Jan. “Of course, you would have to assist me”, Robin told me. “I
would let you cut the cords”, she confided to me.
I could see from Jan’s demeanor that he was now more agreeable. “If you really
want to go ahead with this”, he told me, I’m willing to let you do it”.
The days leading up to Jan’s surgery were ones of concern yet growing
anticipation for me. I kept up the soothing words to hubby that everything
would be just fine and not to worry. Since he was already, in effect,
castrated for a year through the medication that he was taking, the pending
surgery probably was of less of a concern to him than it would have been
otherwise.
The night before the operation I shaved Jan’s privates for him in preparation.
I’m not one who ever took much interest in what my man looked like down there
and now while shaving him I could clearly see the effect that the medication
had had on his testicles. They were both very small, one about the size of a
grape and the other a little bit larger.
“Tonight we are going to make love so be ready when I come to bed”, I told
Jan. I wanted to make sure that I had it one more time in case removing Jan’s
testicles affected his ability to get erections in the future.
I mounted Jan as I always do and he quickly got hard as he does every time
that I’m on top of him. I kept on going until it became so sore that I
couldn’t go on any longer. I climbed off and Jan finished on top, in his
normal quick fashion, with the little spurt of cum that he has had ever since
being chemically castrated.
When we arrived the next morning, Robin met us at the door. “I’m glad that you
decided to go through with this”, she said in a high-spirited voice. “I really
am so excited about doing it.” Robin and I got dressed in surgical scrubs and
washed our hands thoroughly.
In the meantime Robin had Jan get undressed. She strapped him to the table so
he couldn’t move during the operation. She covered him with an operating paper
blanket, leaving an opening to expose his privates. She swabbed his scrotum
with antiseptic, taped his limp penis to his abdomen and gave him two shots,
one in each testicle to numb the area.
While waiting for the medicine to take effect, Robin again thanked me for
letting her perform this operation. “I’ve always imagined what it would be
like to castrate a man but I never expected that I would actually have the
chance to do it. This is really a very special treat for me”, she told me
ecstatically.
When Jan was numb, Robin made the first incision in his scrotum and squeezed
out his first testicle. Like I had noted before, it was tiny and Robin even
commented on its size. She pulled it out as far as it would go and clamped the
cord as high up she could reach, with two clamps.
“Now it’s your turn”, she told me, handing me the scissors, while holding the
testicle away from Jan’s body. “Snip between the clamps”, and I did. Robin
dropped the severed testicle into a waiting bowl.
The second one went the same way except when it came to cutting off Jan’s
final testicle; it suddenly came to me that this is it. Off it came, with both
feelings of relief and sexual excitement.
Robin finished up by herself with the suturing and closing Jan’s scrotum,
while I held Jan’s hand. “Thank you for agreeing to do this for me”, I told
him.
After watching for any bleeding for awhile, Robin said that Jan could go home
to bed. She handed me a jar containing Jan’s two testicles, in formaldehyde.
“You may want these,” she said to me.
After a few weeks it was time to try Jan out to see if he was ready for sex
again. I put the jar on the headboard and focused on it as I pumped Jan and
made myself raw. I can’t believe that I an actually making love to my man and
he has no balls, I told myself. I couldn’t recall the last time that sex felt
so good and erotic for me.
And that’s what our sex has been like ever since Jan’s surgery. Whenever I am
in the mood I take the jar from the nightstand and put it on the headboard and
hubby knows to be ready for another special night. I guess that eventually the
sexual arousal of making love with my now truly ball-less husband will lessen
and it will again be sex as usual, but for me, this hasn’t happened yet.
* * * |
The End of His Pirate Days | STRAIGHT, TESTICLES | A woman sees no option, but to revel in his obsession to be castrated. | ` Rhys spoke the language of desire. His soft-spoken whispers could captivate
me and cause me to drench my Victoria's Secret lace panties. `
In lovemaking we rose and fell like the tides -- rising to the swells and
spiraling into the eddies. His ruddy face was that of a pirate, a sailor
always in search of adventure on the high seas of sexual prowess.
I called out his name in my dreams and quite frankly, walked the plank into
orgasmic bliss. In those orgasms, the rainbow exploded and his hold over me
was sealed.
What spawned his obsession and fixation with castratoin eluded me. Apparently
it began at least 20 years before we ever met. As trust began to grow between
us, he revealed more and more. We watched movies on the topic, actual
surgeries and read numerous stories and observed pictures of before, during
and after the process. Yes, it turned me on probably because I came to love
him so deeply that I wanted to share his deepest secrets and feed his desires.
Mind you, Rhys is a very verile man. He is extraordinarily attractive with
piercing eyes. He had more women in his life than one could keep track of. Why
remove his balls?
"What to do?" I often questioned myself. Either I emesh myself in his
exploration or die on the vine with the other discarded mistresses. I chose to
throw myself into the topic - researching, making internet friendships with
those experiencing the same urgings and then writing stories reflecting our
fantasy and journey.
Loving him was like the peeling away of layer upon layer of an onion. It could
be sweet, pungent or repelling or just enough to add the right spice to our
lovemaking. Ah, but with onions there can be tears.
It was then that I came to know that there were degrees of love and the
conclusion I reached was that sometimes the great love of one's life is not
meant to last, and that IS WHY it is referred to as the great love because it
ends. Never did I want it to end, however, I could see the handwriting on the
wall. He was a pirate and his goal was to sail the seas on a new boat and not
look back.
He made me feel at home with his glorification of sexuality, always providing
a new angle to fucking. It could range from spanking to something called
"fisting." All new and alluring to someone who was naive in sexual practices,
but a willing pupil. I looked forward to our once-a-month sessions.
I became obsessed with certain knives purchased of course on those cable
shopping networks. I had a 4-1/4" deer folder that had some jagged parts and
also my elk knife with an 8" blade and a handsome leather hilt that I would
attach to the belt loop of my jeans. Rhys'eyes would fixate on it when he
walked through my door. And it would make his cock veined and hard. I loved
it.
There were times when I didn't hear from Rhys for days. The silence was
intolerable. So, I'd act out - taking the alternate knives and slashing the
inside of my forearm. Watching the blood leak and experimenting with how far I
could penetrate the skin without killing myself. Before he would reappear, the
cuts would heal.
An internet friend of mine told me of female cutters in the Vera Cruz outback
who, for $100.00 would fuck you, cut off your balss and apply black salve
poultices to heal the area and draw out any infection and send you walking
gingerly to your Jeep Wrangler two days later as a new eunuch. This was
fascinating to me.
There would be no scented sheets or regal ameneties, but contained in this
scenario there would be the element of danger, adventure and something the
spirit of a pirate would find intoxicating.
It was primitive at best, with chickens and goats abounding. Shacks were their
homes, much like our sheds in which we store our lawn mowers. Most of their
men were gone for months at a time, working at odd jobs hundreds of miles
away. The women had to survive - somehow. I knew I had to survive too and
would go to whatever lengths to keep that pirate in my life.
As I was told, Mexican women are tall, heavy bosomed, long, thick dark hair
and big lashed eyes. Their lips were full, sensual and inviting. Any pirate
would be entralled. By contrast, I was fair, slight, short, a member of the
"Itty Bitty Titty Committee", auburn hair and green eyed. Rhys craved the
exotic, the unknown, the mysterious. Certainly I was a poor substitute, but I
tried....
At our next rendezvous, I dressed in a peasant skirt, white cotton off the
shoulder shirt, barefoot and kohled my eyes to make them seem more dramatic.
My Elk knife was hitched to the belt adorning my skirt. Rhys was taken with
the transformation... "What are you up to, little one?" he questioned, his
forefinger under my chin to lift my eyes to him. I could only think of kissing
him deeply, feeling his hard tongue invade my each and every wall.
I prepared a dinner of brown (dirty) rice, chicken quesadillas, corn fritters,
a flan and homemade sangria (got that off the internet too). He ate and drank
heartily, watching me. Our conversation was light but contained sexual
overtones.
After dinner we walked out in the woods behind my house and along the bubbling
stream. "What is your desire, little one?" he asked. He knew I had planned
something. "Rhys, we've got two days together..." I stumbled in my words...."I
want to bring your fantasy to life if you'll let me." "Here??" he questioned.
"Well, not really... ummm, the shed..." "I've got it all prepared and I
promise you'll be safe." I tried to sound solid and committed.
"Safe?" "C'mon what are you up to?" his eyes were serious and that deep steely
blue that made me shudder. "Well," I began, "I want to fuck you silly, sit on
your face and have you drink our mixed cu and then...well, then...."I
hesitated "I'm going to cut off your balls." I didn't want to look at him so I
picked up a handfull of pebbles and tossed them into the stream. They were
acting as my coins the fountain for good luck. God I needed that.
He grabbed my arm. "Oh you are, are you?" My eyes fluttered at him and found
my Irish, "Yep, and then I'm going to put them in our Waterford jar and keep
them till I die!" I was emphatic. Curiousity abounded and the bulge in his
khaki's spoke of his unbridled excitement. "Show me, " he directed.
My heart was skipping beats as we held hands and walked to the shed. It had
been cleaned out, padded with indoor/outdoor carpeting. A thick double
mattress was covered in sheared sheep blankets. Good for a fall night. On the
workbench sat poultices, the salve, scalpel, sutures, needles an anesthetic,
along with rubbing alcolol and extra gloves.
His azure eyes took all this in with long glances toward the tray holding the
instruments and our jar. Rhys swirled around and grabbed me by the belt and
kissed me heartily and for what seemed like oxygen grabbing minutes. His
kisses were the best I'd ever known.
"Yes, yes, little peasant girl, you're ready and so am I." he whispered
against my cheek. In the warm fall air we undressed one another with
purposefulness and the nervousness of two virgins on an ancient wedding night.
My stomach was fluttering. He looked at me like he had never truly seen my
body before. His eyes bore into me like his pirate's sword.
"Come to me," he ordered, as he sank into the mattress. Candles were lit and
provided a glow of intense lovemaking that would take place before I cut away
that which had given me great pleasure and would also wash away the demons
that plagued my pirate and his pirate days.
Tentatively, I walked toward him, noticing how hard he had already become, his
pre-cum lubricating his cock and glistening in the candlelight. "You want to
ride this?" he asked as he pointed to the rigid rod below. "Yes, Oh God Yes, "
I responded breathlessly. I was already wet with anticipation and slid easily
on the self-guided cock of his. He knew just where I was.
In moments, he was deep inside me, gently pushing against wet welcoming walls,
inviting him, as he stroked my back with his fingers. My whole body shivered
as he knew I was close. I began to mew and murmur, "mmmmmm,mmmmm, Oh Rhys, I
want... I want...,mmmmm" "Come on peasant girl, ride me, cum on my cock," he
urged.
It was no sooner that I heard his voice, I shuddered in delicious culmination
and he could feel me drip on him. I dismounted and licked my cum from his
cock, as it still stiffly dripped. I was in heaven. He pulled at my hips.
"Now, sit on my face. I want to taste you," he demanded. "A good little
peasant girl does what she's told," he added with a two handed swat to my ass.
I sidled up to his bearded pirate face and straddled his lips. He suckled,
licked and bit at my clit, making it inflamed, enlarged and engulfed with the
pleasure of it all. His expertise sought out my slit, darting in and out,
drinking my pineapple-laced fluid and putting his rough, ringed hand across my
pubic bone.
This time of the year, I truly was peasant-like, in that I had a full bush, as
well as unshaven underarms. Rhys liked me that way. He tugged at the hairs of
my bush and stroked my underarms as if it were mink.
As he drove me into oblivion with his mouth and tongue I once again walked
this pirate's plank, wanting to drown myself in carnal bliss, all the time
screaming out his name, yet wanting to curse him for his cheating.
It wasn't over yet - our marathon sessions were ones for the books. I grabbed
the black elastic band I had purchased and tied up his balls. They resembled a
large head of a penis. I ravished them with my tongue and mouth, pinching
slightly at the veins. Rhys flipped me onto my back and put a pillow under my
ass. He knew what I wanted....Yes, I was so wet and pliable, that with one
easy hand he was able to place his balls inside me. Right away, I thrust
toward them, feeling their fullness and the beauty of it all. I stroked his
still weeping cock and looked deeply into his eyes.
This was an unprecendented session, filled with loud moans an loving words.
"Rhys, I love you.. I want to see you cum all over my belly one last time and
then....and then....," I heaved "I'm going to take you balls." I pushed
against them deeper as I said this. "MMMMM, you are a good peasant girl, and
I'll explode all over you and yes, then you can take my balls," Rhys cried
out.
Our orgasms were simultaneous as his balls were at critical mass. I could feel
the cum about ready to volcanically spout out of him. We thrusted and stroked
until we were both panting and screaming out with the intensity. "Oh yes, oh
yes, I'm gonnnnnnna cum," and the stream was thick and wild and like a plume,
covered my belly everywhere.
I removed his balls from me and untied the black band. We lay back holding one
another, sated and mistily glowing in the candlelight and sweat. He tenderly
ran his fingers through my hair and I played with his pirate chest hairs and
lightly touched his beard. There was quiet and we drifted on our own ships to
Winkyn, Blinkin' and Nod land for a half hour. I was buoyed in the ocean and
tide of his wonderful lust and passion.
Late evening was approaching. The sun was half-set. The slight chill that
pervaded awakened us from a sweet nap. Already his cock was hard again and
there was no way I could let that be. I worshiped it with my mouth as he
stirred, my fingers clutching at his veined balls, which were amazingly pulpy
and filled with his seed. I wanted no more for myself - I only wanted and
desired him.
This time I wanted him to cum in my mouth and in his grogginess he pushed my
head down hard on that rigid piece of flesh. I milked his cock wrapping my
lips around it, delighting hin his moans and the pressure he put on my neck
and head. His hands were wide and rough and I loved it.
I began pinching the veins of his balls, ever so lightly, and he reacted by
pushing my head so far down on him that his cock touched the back of my
throat. It was lusty - it was a frenzy. My thighs were drenched with my own
excitement. I felt him insert fingers into the wetness and I moved in rythym
with them. He burst his seed into my hot mouth as I was reacting to the
manipulation of the places inside me.
He came with deep staccato words and I growled and whimpered as my mouth was
filled with him. I swallowed and moved up to hug him. He kissed my cheeks and
forehead.
"Now, it's time, my pirate," I announced. Rhys looked quizzically at me.
"Really, now?" "Yes, it's all ready." "Do you know what you're doing," he
asked. "Of course, steady on, pirate, you know I'm a fast learner." I offered
quite tartly. "What first?" he asked.
I got up to go to the tray and filled a syringe with anesthesia, remembering
to flick the needle to prevent air bubbles. I held it up. "Well, first we
inject this in a few places. Pirates can handle a pinch or so, right?" I
approached him and wiped the area clean with alcohol preps.
Referring to my notes, I injected the needle into several different places
along the groin area and then to the testicles themselves. Rhys winced but
never said a word.
I went to the workbench and retrieved a carafe of sangria laced with valuium
and poured the parched pirate a drink. I brought it to his lips. "Arrggg, a
tankard from my peasant lass, thank ye" he joked. "Aye, and you might want to
drink greedily you scallywag!" I lilted in my best Irish mimicry.
The anethesia began to do it's magic and so did the sangria. Rhys emptied an 8
oz. glass and was woozy. I threw on my skirt and blouse for warmth and then on
top a blue long hospital gown. I slowly lifted his buttocks to place a large
telfa pad underneath. I glanced at the jar sitting and waiting on the
workbench. "Soon, soon, they'll be mine." I thought with clenched fists.
I went to him. "Rhys, are you okay? Are you comfortable?" "mmmm, yes, I'm
ready," was his groggy reply. "Okay, then this the moment." and I held up the
scalpel in my gloved hands. Rhys' eyes grew wide. I went to him again and
kissed his sangria lips..."My pirate, you are one of a chosen few. I wanted to
be the one to do this for you." I held the scalpel to my lips and kissed it
religiously. This would be the greatest artistry of my whole life.
I blessed myself with the sign of the cross before I made the first incision.
It had to be perfect. Satisfyingly enough the skin was easy to break through.
My notes were at the bottom of the bed to my right. "Okay," I said aloud, "You
can do this."
I decided to cut him "around" and not "up and through". His taped penis was
still semi-erect and pushing on his belly. His balls were tied with string,
aching to be released from his captor. I mused about all the other women in
his life and gloated that I held out and would be the one to free him.
As flesh was cut away, I marveled at the texture, lack of blood flow and the
actual piece that provides life, pleasure and children. After removing the
first testicle, I held it to his bleary eyes. "See? See, that's YOU.." I was
gushing with pride. He looked at me - "Everything going okay? Can I touch it?"
he asked. I put it in Rhys' hand. He clutched it - feeling the meatiness of
it, his own flesh. I walked again to the theatre to remove the second
testicle. This one took longer and I had to refer to my notes regarding it's
safe removal. There seemed to be a "bleeder" so I had to grab a clamp to cut
that off and then remove all the core around it.
I couldn't resist after stitching him. Hey, I'm no Betsy Ross, either, but as
I looked at the still-numbed area. I carved an "A" for my name between his
legs. Now everyone and anyone would know I'd been there. As a pirate marks his
treasure with an "X", I would take "A" and be my own privateer.
Gently, I swabbed him with antiseptic. He held both balls in his hands,
whispering who knows what, to who knows who - perhaps his god of the sea...
Holding his head I forced some more sangria down his throat so he would sleep.
I whispered to him, "I love you, my pirate, you pillager and the Bluebeard of
my life."
I applied the black salve to the entire scrotal area and groin and covered it
with the telfas to make the poultice. The black salve would absorb any
infection.
I lit the kerosene lamps and tucked him under the heavy sheepskin covers. I
set my watch to beep every hour so I could check Rhys' blood pressure and
condition. It was difficult to ply his testicles from his grip, but I did so
and placed them in my jar. The jar that was faceted with jade and crystal. His
balls gleamed inside as I turned them round and round, floating as they were,
like a child fascinated with a kaliedescope.
I cradled his tired head and began to softly sing to him and tears flowed, as
I pulled the covers over me. "This was the last time I felt this near to
whispered ecstasy. And those who need adventure, they can sail the seven seas.
And those who search for treasure they must live on grander dreams. Since then
I came to the end of my pirate days."
The End
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Geilheit ist geil | NULLIFICATION | Hilflos den Trieben ausgeliefert. | Das Wochenende war mit strahlendem Wetter und guter Laune angebrochen. Wir
waren drei Paare, fuhren gemeinsam auf meinem Boot angeln auf der See.
Ich war der Älteste. Die Girls waren so ca. 18 und die beiden Boys auch so.
Es ging heiter zu und es floss auch reichlich Alkohol.
Die Mädels versuchten zu angeln und es gab viel Gelächter.
Bea, eine rassige Blondine, rief in die Runde, das sie keinen Köder hätte.
Dori, schlug vor, doch einfach von den Jungs ein “Würmchen” zu nehmen.
Schon waren wir alle nackt und die Mädels machten sich über uns her um die
Länge unserer Teile zu ermitteln. Der Kleinste sollte als Köder dienen.
Schnell standen unsere Latten und wurden gemessen. Ich hatte mit 14 cm den mit
Abstand winzigsten.
Dori brachte eine Arzttasche hervor und zog eine Spritze mit Lidocain auf.
Ehe ich richtig wusste was abging, steckte die Nadel schon unterhalb der
Schwanzwurzel in meinem Schniedel und ich bekam die Substanz gespritzt. Auch
die anderen beiden erhielten ihre Injektion.
Bea sagte, dass die Injektion das Empfinden der Boys abschaltet, den Schwanz
taub macht und so einen schönen langen Fick erlaubt.
Ich schob mein Teil in die Möse von Bea. Ich spürte nichts, mein Pimmel stand
zwar wie ich sah, aber ich spürte ihn nicht mehr.
Ich fickte los.
Das heißt ich machte die Beischlafbewegungen, spürte aber nichts.
Ich war nicht mal sicher, das ich wirklich drin war.
Nach einiger Zeit ließ die Wirkung etwas nach und ich bekam einige Injektionen
zwischen Sack und Arschloch sowie seitlich in den Sack gesetzt. Alles wurde
wieder taub.
Ich fickte weiter und weiter.
Plötzlich wurde ich von Bea gezogen.
Ich sah wie Dori mir einen großen Angelhacken unterhalb der Eichel in den
Penis einstach und ihn oberhalb durch die Eichel wieder heraus schob.
Mein Schwanz war aufgespießt. Mir wurde der Schwanz fest abgebunden und mit
einem Schnitt in der Mitte abgetrennt.
Ich schluckte und schloss die Augen. An mir wurde weiter hantiert. Ich sah hin
und musste sehen das mir die Girls den Sack aufgeschnitten hatten und
Angelhacken durch meine Hoden schoben. Schnell waren diese abgeschnitten. Der
Sack wurde zum größten Teil abgetrennt.
Wie das Angeln weiterging weiß ich nicht.
Ich wachte auf und merkte das mir gigantisch einer in den Schlafanzug
abgegangen war.
Das wird wieder Ärger mit Mutter geben, gewaltigen Fleck im Bett und der
Schlafanzug frisch gestärkt.
Letztens hatte sie zu mir gesagt, als wieder mal wie so oft große Flecke gelb
in meinem Bett prangten, ich wäre eine Sau und eigentlich gehört so was
kastriert.
Ich hatte schlagartig eine Latte und schoss meine Ladung in den frischen Slip.
Schon lief das Sperma am meinem Bein runter und die Unterhose wurde
durchsichtig von der Nässe.
Ich hörte noch “perverses Ferkel” und wichste den Abgang schön zu Ende.
Was soll ich machen?
Wegen den angetrockneten Spermaschlieren im Waschbecken des Bades sowie in der
Dusche habe ich auch schon Mecker abgekriegt. Wo soll ich’s tun?
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Trimming Day | GAY, PENECTOMY, TESTICLES | Trimming day at school happens and the narrator and his friends loose some, and cope with their loss. | It was finally trimming day! I had been looking forward to this day since I
first knew what to do with my dick! My school, Jefferson High, has this policy
known as trimming day. Many other local schools have since followed, for good
reasons. The first time they started it, it caused a lot of controversy, but
once they realized the health and educational benefits, it caught on. We are
now a Blue Ribbon School for Excellence!
Trimming day started over ten years ago by a new teacher with a visionary
idea. He believed that students would spend more time studying and learning if
they did not get made fun of, and did not have to worry about sexual urges.
The first year, they implemented chastity devices on every male student. This
“worked”, until they realized the students found an easy way to hack into the
system and break out. A radical change was needed to fight this, and local
researchers were called in. Their solution: Cutter Plus 2000.
People protested, and votes were held. Winning by sixteen votes, the solution
was implemented. The Cutter was a radical machine that removed the genitals of
young men. The machine could plastinate the genitals as well. Each year, the
school would call all sophomores in to get the procedure taken. The first few
groups of students were rash about this new policy, but once the procedure
happened, their studies increased exponentially. In fact, even students who
were against the policy have said they loved it. But now it was my turn.
Here I am, just an average guy waiting for this to be done. My friends and I
have all talked about it, the many possibilities. I heard the machine gives
you a choice of what to remove: penis or testicles, I heard it removed
everything, and I heard that the machine did all three randomly. I really
hoped my penis would go. It was not that I hated my penis, in fact, I really
liked it. It was about seven inches long, cut, and nothing to be ashamed of.
My boyfriend Craig was a great top, and I just really liked being the bottom.
Craig did not know what to do, but I suggested he should get his balls removed
so we could share in the experience. I didn’t tell him this, but I wanted them
gone so he could stop cheating on me. My other friends were mixed in their
choices, Jonny wanted a penectomy as well, Frank wanted his testicles gone,
and Will wanted it all gone. Well now was our day!
The school never tells us when this day is going to be, so we are always
surprised when it happens. We know it usually happens sometime during the fall
though. It had just turned November and we got the message upon entering
school. I was elated, Craig became upset, since he never got the chance to
fuck me in over a week. The rest of us gathered in the gym to hear the
standard talk. The principal told us about the machine, and what to do and how
it worked. He then told us to line up orderly and await the machines. He said
we would have one last time with our dick, but it had to be in front of
everybody.
I stripped out of my boxer briefs and was naked with the rest of my friends.
Jonny and Frank where sucking each other off, and Craig gave me a really good
hand job. I gave Craig a few jerks, but didn’t let him cum. I was still a
little mad at him. Will just stood there while everyone else was doing their
thing. I asked him if he wanted one last time, and he said he hated to
masturbate so why would he bother to now? I pressed my dick into his and
kissed him a little. I felt his dick get hard, but he pushed away.
We got into line about half way though, and waited. After about fifteen
minutes, I got my first glimpse of the machines. One of our friends Matt went
into the machines. Each one of the three machines was operated by these really
cute studs. All had no penis, and I got slightly hard at that sight. The
machine was shaped like a large egg, with a seat at one end, and holes at the
other. Once Matt sat in, the guy pressed him forward, and put his genitals in
the holes at the other end. He asked, “Penis, testicles, or the full
treatment?” Matt replied, testicles please. The guy at the machine pressed a
button on the side, and a slight hum noise came on. Matt didn’t look like he
was in pain, only a small wince, but after that he smiled. In about a minute,
the machine finished, and Matt got up, sans balls. He reached down and felt it
and smiled. The guy at the machine opened a latch at the bottom, and gave Matt
his balls. Matt, seeing the rest of us, stopped by on his way back. Craig
asked him how it felt, and he said great. I felt up his dick, and it felt
really nice to feel no testicles.
Finally it was my turn to get in the machine. I was really excited for this.
The guy was really sweet and guided me into the machine, and pulled me and my
genitals forward. He asked me what I wanted, and I told him I wanted my penis
removed. He asked me if I wanted to have a stump or not. I didn’t think much
about this, but I told him to do whatever. He pushed a button and I started to
feel the machine. I felt a really small pinch, and then my dick felt like it
was in a wet mouth. It felt so good, warm, and silky. It began to get tight,
and tight, and then it was nothing. He unhooked me, and I looked at my body
for the first time. There it was, an inch long stub, jutting out from above my
balls. It looked enraged to be gone with the rest of its companion, but I was
happy to just have a stump. It was just enough for me to pee with, but not
enough to get in the way. He handed me by preserved cock, and I got back to be
with the rest of my friends.
My boyfriend Craig was next, and he (to my pleasure) opted for the testicle
removal. I was looking forward to this. He seemed a little unsure of it, but
after he got off the machine he was ok. Jonny got his penectomy like he
wanted, thought it was a pitty to see such a beautifully shaped penis go to
“waste”, he didn’t even leave a stub! At least its preserved, and I might have
to steal it to get a good fuck later. Frank got his balls removed and it was
weird to see Will without anything to his package. Oh well I thought, he
didn’t use much of it anyway, shame he never masturbated.
Putting on my boxer briefs after felt weird, but good. I had this odd feeling
in my crotch, but it was just the new “feel” of my package.
Later that night Craig came over. I pulled him close and kissed him long. We
took off everything and just lied there in underwear kissing for what seemed
to be an eternity. He seemed really playful. He took my boxer briefs off and I
took his boxers off. We just looked at each others parts. He fondled my small
stub, jutting out from above my sack. It got hard, which was weird I thought.
His penis was beautiful with no sack attached. The small amount of
testosterone he gets from his pills was enough to get him hard on will, even
without any balls.
After hours of fondling, he finally started to fuck me. I was moaning like
crazy, without his balls there, he had an extra few inches of dick there. It
felt blissful, and even my balls where aching. I started to regret having a
penectomy. I wanted to jack off but I couldn’t. Craig shot his load after
about twenty minutes. I started to cry in his arms. He pushed me back and said
Jonny had the same problem and that maybe we should talk.
I came over to Jonny’s house that night a few hours later. He was up in his
bed crying. He had been playing with his penis, but he was so mad he couldn’t
cum anymore. We cuddled for a little bit, and I moved around a little bit.
Unsure of what to do, I began playing with Jonny’s sack. He decided not to
have any stub left, so he was quite frustrated. Jonny put his mouth around my
stub and I began to moan. I felt really bad that Jonny was having trouble with
his body, so I began to take his nuts in my mouth. I licked and sucked for
hours. We were on the bed together 69ing for an eternity. I began to feel a
weird sensation in my stub, I told Jonny to back away. He did and it stopped,
weird I thought. He put his fingers around my stub, barley grabbing it, and
just rubbed it. After a few minutes, the feeling came again, and it overtook
me. I shuddered in orgasm. Out of my small little stub came a jet of my cum,
blasting my balls and Jonny’s face in my cum. Wow I thought. I took my penis
cast, and gently put it in his ass. I fondled his balls and kissed him for an
almost eternity. Finally, Jonny’s breathing became fast, and I felt a warm
stream of cum leaving the small little hole above his balls. He felt happy and
I saw him smile for the second time that day, the first being after he removed
his penis. He and I talked things over, and decided that we need to manage our
sexual frustration, and with that, we would work harder.
Looking back on my procedure back in high school, I really did enjoy my
penectomy, and I would not trade it for the world. It was a great chance to
make things better for your life, and your friendships. I really enjoyed my
penectomy, Jonny had a harder time with his, taking a few months longer to get
used to it. He told me he used to jack off twice a day, sometimes more, but
now he can’t, unless he gets a fuck, or a really good sucking session with me
or someone else. He envies my stub, but I still let him have a suck once and a
while. And Craig, we still are together, and I still love feeling his dick up
my ass, and especially that he can now bring me to orgasm without even
touching. I really do love my penectomy!
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Carolina Dreaming Ch II | STRAIGHT, TESTICLES | The party starts, warming up the participants | April 16, 1999
Dedicated to Abigail Seymour, Coral, Paula, and Janine;
may your days be filled with dreams.
Chapter II:
I awoke to a dark room; the mask was gone and the ball gag replaced
by a penis gag. The blindfold was still in place. The clip on my
balls had been replaced by a leather harness that forced my
testicles to the front of my body and separated them. My hands
remained handcuffed behind my back. I thought of calling out, but I
could only make gurgling sounds through the gag. The room was
unusually quiet, special soundproofing, I wondered if I would
scream as the cutting began.
We had discussed the method. Gail said she would use the Elastrator
I had brought in my luggage but wanted Paula to do the actual
cutting, while she watched.I heard the door open and the sounds of
music and voices intruded on my thoughts.
"Looks like our little Joey is awake", I could tell from the voice
that Paula had come into the room. "Gail, find Coral and get your
butts in here and help me get him ready" called Paula. I heard Gail
calling Coral, "Take a break Coral, he'll be there when we finish
with Joe!" This was not a woman's only party!
I could hear the footsteps, then hands on my shoulders guiding me
up. Paula grabbed the leash attached to the harness displaying my
balls and tugged to help me rise. I was fully erect, and Gail
reached down and stroked my erection, Paula said, " Damn it Gail,
you always spoil them. Wait till we have him setup, then you can
have your fun". The pressure for release was building, but, Paula
gave me a quick slap on my penis, and the erection subsided. Coral
was not helping; she was behind me and pressed her body close to
mine. She said in a soft Southern Drawl, "He just can't help it
Paula, I wonder what he liked better, the stoking or the slap.".
I was lead to the next room, a cheering resounded throughout the
room, an unknown female voice said, "On with the main event". A
male voice responded with, "Janine lets screw while he gets screwed.
" A different female, presumably Janine responded, "OK, that will be
wild". The blindfold had provided a heightened sense of hearing,
and every movement in the group raised visions to my awareness.
I could make out seven other voices.
A Dusty Springfield album was on with her crooning in the
background about "Silver Threads and Golden Needles". Gail addressed
the group saying that the first requirement for me was to bring
each woman to a climax with my tongue. Paula said, "me first, after
the airport, I deserve it". Gail said to me, "Just remember Joe,
no release for you yet." Gail had written me and told me to refrain
from sexual activity for the previous two weeks. My body ached for
release.
I felt hands reach up and grab my hair, Paula pulled down on the
lease and pulled my head back until my knees hit the floor and my
head was in the proper position. She removed the penis gag and I
licked my lips nervously and prepared to satisfy Paula. She leaned
forward, still holding my hair, and suddenly pulled me to her.
I worked my tongue into her as deep as I could, trying for the
G-Spot and a quick climax, but she pulled back and said, "lets not
hurry this." As I tongued her clit and sucked on her lips, I could
feel her breathing increase rapidly. She placed her hands on my
ears, and forced me closer to her. "Now as deep as you can go"
cried Paula, as she shuddered to a wild climax. "Phew, god that
was good" an exhausted Paula said. "Yea, I thought you weren't goingto
let go", said Gail. Gail then said "who's next" and a chorus of
"Me, I'm ready, was he that good" answered her request. Janine said,
"Carl just took me over the edge, lets see how long it will take
him to do me again".
Janine said to me, "Nice and easy, I don't want to get sore";
she gently took my head between her hands and pulled me to her.
"Did you enjoy watching me at the airport" she said. I realized
this was the vision with the long legs who had distracted me while
Paula approached me from behind. Her hands were smaller than Paula's,
but she had no difficulty in holding me while I worked. Slowly I
worked, and slowly her body responded. I could taste Carl in her,
slightly salty. I moved down to her ass and pushed my tongue into
her, she shuddered and gasped as I continued. When she finally
climaxed, all thoughts of gentleness had abandoned her; she screamed
and clutched me to her.
Coral's turn was next; she was gentler than the others but just as
insistence as she crushed me between her ample thighs. I felt lost
in her femininity. My tongue was aching from the effort to provide
the climaxes that the woman desired.
Gail was last, she said, "Lie back down Joe, let's try something a
little different." I slowly lay back down; Gail guided my head down
and fastened a strap to hold my head in place. Paula said, "I'll get
his feet", as she slipped cords around my ankles and stretched them
tight. I felt Gail's hands on my erection as she lowered herself
onto my face. Where I had been in control of the tempo, she now took
over and started to slide herself back and forth over my nose and
mouth. I could feel my release coming when suddenly I felt a band
around the base of my penis, which stifled my eruption. As she
continued to move slowly over my face, Gail dreamily said, "Oh, not
yet, not yet, let it build". I could feel her sit up and clamp my
head between her thighs, she started to moan and I was having
difficulty breathing. It was a delicious sensation, to die of
suffocation between a beautiful woman's thighs, while she climaxed.
As I lost consciousness, I could feel Gail shiver and moan to her
climax.
I came to, with Gail holding the blindfold she had removed and
saying, "You're almost as good as a woman with that tongue." I
started to say how much I loved the feel of her body, but she said,
"Hush, let's not spoil the mood".
Without the blindfold, I could see an X shaped structure mounted to
the wall, was this to be my place of sacrifice. Gail removed the
band around my penis and checked to make sure I had not climaxed. |
fountain of youth part two | TESTICLES, NULLIFICATION | my neighbor decides to take the plunge and become a eunuch to increase his chances of living longer. | I had submitted part one of this story which covered my wife
turning me in to a eunuch in order to increase my life by
preventing prostate cancer. I am doing very well and have had no
real problems. I am on hormone shots to control the side effects
and have had no problems.
My wife had one day shared our story with the lady who lives down
the road from us and ever since then there have been some very
lively discussions about our change in style. Our neighbor wants
her husband to have the same operation and until recently he was
not real convinced.
A few weeks ago a friend of his went in for a physical exam and
found that he may have prostate cancer. This was the thing that
made our neighbor want to talk to us. We all sat down one night to
discuss all the things about being a eunuch and we all agreed that
even though there is not sure prevention it does seem that the
surgery does in some cases cut down the risk. My neighbor expressed
a real concern because of a high risk in his family history. We
spent several hours talking about everything and when they left
they were still not sure what they wanted to do. We told them that
we would not be any influence on them that it must be there own
decision.
Several weeks went by and one day they came over to our farm on a
Saturday afternoon wanting to talk some more. It seems that he was
willing to become a eunuch but he did not want a knife used on him
for some reason. We discussed other options and they told us that
they had even contacted their family doctor who told them he would
not do the surgery. We discussed using an elastrator and he did not
like the idea of that so I brought up the idea of the burdizzo that
we use on the cattle. He thought for a moment and then agreed that
this would be the best way. They then surprised us by insisting
that we do it right now today.
I walked with my neighbor out to the barn where I kept the burdizzo
and we talked about the changes that had taken place. I told him
that as long as his wife had a postive attitude and was supportive
that he would enjoy the same pleasures he had before. We had
already agreed that my wife would give him the same hormone shots
that I got. We returned to the house to find the women had created
a surprise for the two of us. We entered the house to have the
women call to us from the bedroom and upon entering we found both
of them nude on our bed.My neighbors wife then told us that since
this would be his last time she wanted him to fuck my wife since
she knew he had often watched her as she moved about and she could
tell that he had an attraction to her. She explained that she
wanted to sample me to see what pleasure a eunuch could really
provide after which we would continue with the operation.
We spent a long time trying all sorts of sexual pleasures and then
spent some time resting. The women then announced that the time had
come and that they were going to make this a time to remember for
him. His wife lay down on the bed and told him that after my wife
sucked his cock until it was hard she wanted him to fuck her one
more time. My wife in a short time had created a giant erection and
helped him to slide inside his wife. My wife then gave me the prod
used to collect semen from the bulls and after lubricating his ass
helped me to insert the prod. He was already getting quite turned
on and the prod along with my wife gently massaging his balls was
speeding up the process. My wife then took his right ball and
worked it to the bottom of his sack and slide the jaws of the
burdizzo in to position. He was by this time right on the edge of a
giant orgasam and as his ass started to tighten I pushed the button
on the probe which sent an electrical charge in to his prostate
causing him to shove forward in to his wife and start to discharge
his load of come. My wife at the same time quickly pushed the
handles of the burdizzo closed shutting off all blood flow to his
right ball. He was able to mumble a short groan but continued to
enjoy the giant orgasam we had created. After a while my wife
removed the burdizzo so we could inspect the ball sack. We could
see where the jaws had clamped shut leaving a ridge on his sack and
we could see his right ball starting to turn a dark blue.
We asked him if he was in any pain and he replied just a little. We
then asked him if he was ready for the final act and he nodded his
head yes. His wife then surprised us by insisting that she be
allowed to do his other ball while my wife sucked his cock and I
once again used the electric probe on his ass.
My wife straddled him so that he could use his tongue on her pussy
while she sucked his cock and could watch to make sure that the job
was done right on his left nut. It did not take long before
everyone was ready for action and moans of pleasure could be heard
from both parties. I had started to slide the probe in and out of
his ass causing him to shove his hard cock deeper in to my wifes
mouth and before long he was yelling that he was coming again. I
watched as his first spurt left his cock as I turned the probe up
to full charge and at the same time his wife quickly closed the
handles on the burdizzo holding them tightly to make sure all
connections were cut. This time he gave a loud groan and for a few
seconds seem to pass out but quickly returned. After removing the
burdizzo we could see that both his balls were black and blue and
he had deep grooves on each side of his sack. My wife then had him
roll over and gave him an injection in one side of his ass to help
keep the pain down and then jabbed a long needle in the other side
of his ass which contains the hormones needed to cope with the side
effects. This shot caused him to emit a loud groan and he told us
that he felt this was worse than the rest of it.
Weeks have gone by and his balls have both shriveled up and died
and he is doing quite well. He confided in me that his wife has a
whole different attitude about sex and things are better than ever. |
The Dr. Owns Me Chapter 10 | TG | Margie seeks revenge against Doc. | Margie remained shaken, still trying to assimilate the new information about
Doc’s betrayal and what had been done to her. Sylvia wasn’t sure what she
should do next to help this poor girl, who had fallen victim to the same cruel
hoax that had been used on her.
A knock at the dressing room door followed by a man shouting “Sylvia, Sylvia
it’s time for you to get your ass out here, your set is starting.”
Sylvia had to leave to perform. She quickly opened her purse and produce a
small brown vile. Opening the lid she shook two small blue pills into her hand
and returned the vile to her purse.
“Here Dear, take these they’ll help you feel better.” Sylvia said softly while
extending her open hand to Margie.
“What are they?” Margie asked carefully taking the two small blue tabs from
Sylvia’s hand.
“Valium, they’ll help you keep it together until I finish and can get back.” A
quick pat on Margie’s shoulder followed by “You just wait here, I’ll be back
before you know it” and Sylvia disappeared through the dressing room door.
Margie sat quietly in her chair oblivious to her surroundings. Other dancers
started arriving and the room filled with activity as they donned their
costumes and put on make-up. There was a den of noise, muffled music and the
sound of men hooting and cheering Sylvia’s performance crept into the room
through the walls as the dancers at the dressing tables exchanged small talk
as each waited her turn to perform. They paid little attention to the girl
sitting quietly in the corner lost in a drug clouded mind with her thoughts of
how to pay back those who had abused her.
The den of noise from the barroom rose as the dressing room door swung open
and Sylvia returned. Busy plucking the bills from beneath various places the
appreciative male audience had thrust them during her performance. A few fives
from either side of her bra, some bigger bills from the front of her panty.
Her hand slipped beneath the waist band in the back to pull the bills stuffed
in the cleft of her ample ass.
“Stinking one dollar bills”Sylvia mumbled to herself “after I let that asshole
get a feel of my best stuff. Son of a bitch!”
The ones went into the fist full of other bills she had plucked from the many
various locations. Not a bad take from a single set on a slow night Sylvia
thought to herself. Her thoughts turned back to her new found friend setting
slumped the corner with a million mile away stare on her face. Sylvia knew
from her own experience the next few days were really going to be hard on this
little girl, better she not go through it alone.
Sylvia quickly dressed and slipping her gun from the makeup table draw back
into her purse she was ready to go. Putting her arm around Margie she
whispered “Time for us to go girl.” As she helped the frail Margie to her feet
and held her around the waist for support they headed for the parking lot and
Sylvia’s car.
As they passed a small group of men standing outside an unidentified voice
complained “Dam lesbians no wonder a guy can’t get laid around here.”
“Fuck You!” was Sylvia’s retort, without looking back or slowing down on the
way to her nearby car.
Pulling open the door on the passenger side of the large finned old vintage
mauve Cadillac, Sylvia eased Margie onto the overstuffed leather seat and
closed the door.
As Sylvia slid in behind the wheel, Margie weakly asked “ Where are we going?”
“My place,” Sylvia answer in a soothing tone, “You don’t need to be alone
tonight, honey.”
The car’s V 8 engine roar to life and Sylvia pulled it into gear slowly
pulling from the parking lot to the city street. Inside the cocoon of the
massive old car was silent. In the quiet, the start of an idea for revenge
first took shape in Margie’s mind. The drive to Sylvia’s apartment didn’t take
long. She pulled in to her apartment parking lot and helped Margie to her
apartment.
Once inside Sylvia showed Margie to the sofa in the living room of her small
one bedroom efficiency apartment. Sylvia went to the refrigerator in the
kitchen section of the apartment separated from the living room by only a
breakfast bar. She pulled a cardboard cube from the fridge and sat it on the
counter and then open the cabin above retrieving two large goblets, which she
filled with the inexpensive red wine she drew from the plastic spicket on the
front of the box.
“I hope red wine is OK? Because that all I got” Sylvia called from the
kitchen.
Margie’s lack of a reply signaled acceptance to Sylvia, returning to the
living room section she presented one of the glasses to Margie before sitting
down alongside her on the sofa. “Drink up girl, it’ll help you feel better.”
Sylvia encourage Margie before taking a long deep drink herself.
Margie sat quietly, thinking as she slowly sipped wine from the large glass.
“How did you get Benny to your place, to discover Doc’s plan?” she asked
softly finally breaking the long silence.
“Oh that was easy.” Replied Sylvia “Like any other man, he thought he was hot
stuff, all’s I had to do was call him on the phone bullshit him a little and
tell him I wanted him. He was there as fast as he could get a cab. Little
bastard can’t drive, still doesn’t have a license” Sylvia added as a footnote.
“Once I got him really hot and worked up, all the blood went to his little
head, after that he would say anything, answer any question, as long as I kept
my head down between his legs working on that little brown dick. After a pause
“What difference does that make now?”
“Benny is the key” Margie explained “to getting the secrets about Doc. that
I’ll need to get even.
“Let it go” Sylvia pleaded “Just get away from these people and start over.
Make a new life for yourself.”
“No, no, NO!” Margie hissed “He has to pay for what he’s done. I don’t know
how but he must be stopped before he hurts others. If we don’t do something
now, how many more lives will he destroyed? I need your help. Together we can
make things right. Please, please say you will help me, so we can get at least
some revenge for what he has done to us” Margie pleaded.
“OK, I’m in but what can we do? “ Sylvia replied.
“I have an idea that might work. What if we............” Margie laid out her
thoughts on a possible way to get even, as she and Sylvia worked out the
details on how they would start.
“Now that we know what we are going to do, when do you think we should start?”
Margie asked Sylvia as they ended their lengthy discussion on how they might
get even with Doc.
“Go for it! Now is as good a time as any. It’s the weekend, the clinic is
closed, I don’t think the little brown bastard has any life outside the
doctor’s office. He’s never been to this apartment, likely won’t suspect a
thing. Let’s get to it, before I have time to think and want to back out”
Sylvia urged on Margie.
“OK, where’s your phone and can I have another glass of wine?” Margie asked,
needing a little more alcohol to boost her courage.
As Sylvia picked up both, now empty glasses and headed for the kitchen “Sure,
I need another one, too. The phone is in here on the wall.” Sylvia pointed to
the white phone on the pale yellow kitchen wall as she headed for the
cardboard cube of wine.
Margie picked up the phone and dialed the Doc’s answering service and left
word that she needed to talk to Benny immediately and gave Sylvia’s number for
Benny to call back.
Sylvia handed Margie her freshly refilled glass of wine. Before they had time
to leave the small kitchen area, the telephone rang. It’s loud ring startling
both girls almost causing them to spill their drinks.
“Let it ring a few times, it will help build his anticipation and make him
easier to manipulate.” Sylvia advise as the phone continued its steady ringing
call.
On the fifth ring Margie took a deep breath and picked up the phone. Trying to
sound as sexy as she could she half whispered “Hello” into the phone.
With the telephone ear piece held angled so Sylvia could hear too, Benny
concern came across as he asked “Margie, are you having trouble do you need
medical help?”
Trying hard to sound like a Marilyn Monroe movie vamp Margie baited her prey
“No I’m OK. “Benny it’s just that”, Margie pauses for affect, “ it’s just that
I’m so lonely. I’m sorry, I just didn’t know who else to call.”
Benny trying to console the lovely patient “That’s OK, what can I do to help.”
“I just don’t want to be by myself tonight, could you,” Margie pauses again
“could you please come over and spend some time with me.”
Benny sounding a little unsure of himself, “ I don’t know if I should....”
Margie interrupts before Benny can continue “Oh please say yes, you’ll come.”
Margie tries to set the hook “ I would really appreciate it so very much. I
promise I’ll make it worth your while.” Another pause “Anything, anything at
all you want, I’ll do.” Margie whispers into the phone.
Benny trying to mask his arousal to her offer “Since it’s important to you, I
will come straight over.”
Bouncing with glee at their success, hands over there mouth to keep silent
their giggles of joy Margie and Sylvia struggle to regain their composure
before reeling in their catch.
Margie using an sexual urgent breathy whisper “Hurry Benny, I want you. I want
you oh so bad.”
Benny unable to hide his excitement “ I’m on my way!”
The click on the phone told the girls Benny would be there shortly.
“Do you think I laid it on to heavy?” Margie asked Sylvia.
“No Honey, he thinks he’s all that and more. Just keep that up when he gets
here.” Sylvia adds “I’ll stay out of sight in the bedroom when he arrives with
my gun at the ready, just in case things go wrong.”
Only a short time passes before the girls hear Benny’s tentative light knock
at the door. Sylvia retreats to the bedroom leaving the door ajar so she can
monitor what’s going on. Margie moves to open the door and let the
unsuspecting rat into their trap. Benny looks around the room, unsure of his
surroundings and situation but with great expectations. Margie guides him to
the sofa and sits down very close beside him, her left arm encircling his
shoulders.
“I am so glad you decided to come” Margie’s breath lands hot on Benny’s ear,
as her right hand squeezed his upper thigh.
“Anything to help” Benny speech awkward and stumbling as he searched for the
right words, “help a friend, in need.”
As Margie’s hand slides further up the inside of his leg, Benny spreads his
legs, making an opening that invites her touch higher, until her hand cups his
heated passion through the fabric of his trousers. Margie can feel the
swelling of his flesh as it grows harder and presses against the fabric,
trying its best to reach out in answer to her touch.
Margie leans in closer planting little wet kisses on Benny’s neck and face as
she whispers to him “I trust you Benny because I know you will always do what
is best for me, won’t you?”
With a stammer in his voice “Yes, yes of course I want only what is good for
you.” Benny replies not really focused on the conversation.
Margie’s hand skillfully undoes Benny’s belt, the button at the top of his
trousers and slides his zipper down. Unrestrained by any underwear, Benny’s
coco colored stiff shaft pokes its head up from the opening and is immediately
encircled by the soft pink skin of Margie’s warm hand.
Margie continues her questions as she nuzzles into his neck where it meets the
shoulder sucking the his skin into her wet mouth nibbling at the moist flesh
with her teeth, “You’d tell me if Doc was going to do anything bad to me” her
hand slides down his shaft and gently grips the two orbs
encased in their now tight sack of skin “wouldn’t you?”
Benny now suspicious carefully phrases his answer “I am sure the doctor has
only your best interest in mind in everything he does.”
Margie releases her hold on Benny’s most precious pair to gain a grip on his
trousers, tugging them toward his knees. Benny raises his hips, freeing his
pants to slide easily down his legs, the fabric bunching up above his ankles.
Margie hand regains its grip of Benny’s jewels kneading them gently between
thumb and fingers as her head lowers to directly above his now rock hard shaft
its veins glutted with blood, its head pulsing with every beat of his racing
heart. She parted her lip and her tongue darted in and out peppering the gland
with tiny wet blows. Very slowly she lowered her face on to him. Her hungry
mouth devoured him as he slide deeper and deeper. Her hand gave a firm squeeze
to his swollen orbs as the coco colored head of his shaft pressed against the
top of her throat. Benny neck arched back until his head touched the top of
sofa cushions, he drew a deep uneven breath as he felt the wave of pleasure
radiating up through his body.
Abruptly Margie mouth released its hot moist grip from Benny’s stiff throbbing
flesh as she raised her head to ask, “I mean you wouldn’t let Doc. do anything
bad, like sell me as a sex slave to someone far, far away?” Margie tighten her
grip on Benny’s two orbs until he started to rise from the sofa, “Would you?”
“No, no certainly not” Benny stammered as his pleasure turned to pain.
“OK”, Margie loosened her grip on the inflamed swollen orbs as her head
returned to its task of pleasuring the now worried and confused Benny. Sliding
the wet stiff flesh in and out of her mouth, over and over again, taking it in
as deeply as she could, until she felt the spasms start deep below where she
griped his hot testicles signaling the beginnings of Benny climax. A moan of
pleasure escaped from his lips as his anticipation grew. Benny started to
press Margie’s head down into his crotch, half expecting his explosive release
to blow the back of her head off.
Instead he gasped in pain and arched his body coming upward off the sofa as
Margie clenched her hand around his sensitive package and squeezed much, much
harder than before. She held him in the air with only his head against the
back of the sofa and his feet on the floor for support. Despite the pain,
Benny’s climax continued as his gland pulsed again and again into the open
air. Margie’s grip seeming to squeeze every drop of sticky juice available
from the two small tortured balls and their sack of flesh.
Margie growled at Benny “You lying bastard. You and Doc. have used me for your
own pleasure and profit and now plan to sell me into a life of torture and
sexual slavery!”
Benny hands and arms flailed about looking for something to grab on to for
support, but could find no release for the terrible pain of Margie’s grip as
she pulled harder and higher.
“It was not me! It was not me!” Benny pleaded “I had no choice, no choice at
all. He would have me deported back to my country if I didn’t do as he
wished.”
Margie lowered Benny back to the sofa, still with her tight grip to keep Benny
under her control. “What do you mean?” she asked.
Sylvia wanting to hear this stepped into the room from her hiding place in the
bedroom, still holding her revolver, pointing at the ceiling for now but ever
ready to use it if need be.
Benny recognized Sylvia immediately and knew in his heart that he was about to
die a terrible death at the hands of these two woman. Maybe he deserved it for
what he helped Doc. do?
Knowing his life depended upon it Benny blurted out his story. “I had to get
out of my country or be killed. I came to America on a tourist visa, it
expired and I ran out of money. Doc. found me on the street and took me on as
his nurse.” Benny gasped almost crying “When he started making she-males and
abusing them I didn’t want any part of it.” Benny breaks down speaking between
sobs “He told me if I didn’t do as he said he’d have me deported. There’s a
price on my head at home, I’d be dead or worse the moment I stepped off the
plane.” Benny completely breaks down sobbing “ I didn’t want to do those
things, he made me do them. I was a good doctor once, that’s all I ever wanted
to be. I hate him for what he has done, he has made me a monster, too.”
Margie released her hold on Benny. Free he curled into a tight fetal ball on
the sofa softly sobbing and repeating, “I am so sorry for what I’ve done. I
use to be a such a good doctor, really I was.”
The girls retreat to the kitchen not sure what to do next. Sylvia fills two
glasses with wine and hands one to Margie. “Here, I imagine you could use this
about now.” Sylvia continues “Do you believe his story?”
“Yes, sounds like something Doc. would do.”
“OK, what do we do now?” Sylvia asks.
“Pour another glass of wine for him, maybe it’ll help.”
Margie takes a large full goblet of the wine to the sofa and helps Benny sit
up. Holding the glass to Benny’s lips Margie gives him some words of
encouragement “Here, try to drink some of this, it’ll help you feel better.”
“Thanks,” Benny takes two long gulps of the cheap wine and tries to apologize
“I’m so sorry for the things I’ve done to you, and you too Sylvia, I wish
there was someway, something I could do to makeup for it all.”
“Maybe there is?” Margie wonders aloud.
“I can’t go against him, if I do he’ll have me deported.” Benny pleads.
“Not if you’re already an American citizen.” Margie replies.
“Huh?” Benny doesn’t follow what Margie has in mind.
“Do you know how to contact the people Doc. uses for the special favors, like
Calvin, Ozzie, Sammy, and Ellen?” Margie asks hoping for the right answer.
“Oh sure,” Benny replied matter of fact-ly “Doc. has me carry a card with all
their contact information in case of an emergency. I keep it here in my
wallet.” Benny reaches into his hip pocket and pulls out his wallet producing
a laminated card with names and phone numbers.
“Yes!” Margie gleefully takes the card “This could be the silver bullet we
need.”
Margie rushes to the phone in Sylvia’ kitchen. Benny follows curious as to
what this crazy girl has in mind. Margie scans the card and finds Mistress
Ellen’s number. Both Sylvia and Benny draw closer to listen.
Margie waits listening to the ringing of the distant number, hoping she can
convince the strange and dominant women on the other end to help.
“Hello, this is Margie. Am I speaking to Mistress Ellen?”
Sylvia and Benny move in close listening intently to Margie’s side of the
conversation.
“We met at Doc’s office, I hope you remember me?”
“You do, why thank you. I’m glad you enjoyed the experience.” Margie continues
“ I called to see if you would be interested in perhaps exchanging favors
again?”
“No, its not for me this time. I’m hoping you’ll help Benny, the Doc’s
assistant. He needs American citizenship.” Margie listens to Ellen then says “
No Doc. is not involved in this and there will be no thousand dollar fee for
him. It’s favor for favor between just us.”
“Can you say that again, please” Margie holding the phone out so Benny can
hear Mistress Ellen’s reply.
“I said, I offered to do that a number of years ago when I first started my
relationship with Doc. but he said no and insisted I never mention the
possibility of citizenship to Benny.” Ellen repeated herself speaking slower
and more forcefully wondering if something was wrong with Margie’s hearing.
Margie put the phone back to her ear as she watched the anger build in Benny’s
face as he realized how Doc. had used him. “Then you are willing to do it?”
Margie listens to Mistress Ellen reply and mentally goes over the possible
options before speaking again. “ No, rather than a work history as a nurse it
would be better if you made him a doctor, a plastic surgeon, like he was in
his home country. “
“Then you’ll do it! That’s great! I’ll put him on the phone so he can give you
all the background information you need. Yes, of course, I’ll be glad to come
to your place next weekend. Like I said a favor for a favor. Here’s Benny”
Margie passed the phone to Benny.
As Benny answered Ellen’s questions Margie talks softly with Sylvia. “ Ellen
said that everyone that Doc. uses to ‘helps us’ has to pay Doc. along with
performing the services in order to get access to us girls. I wonder if his
greed isn’t a tool that we can use to get the others to help?”
“Thank you, thank you” Benny finishes on the phone “Yes, I’ll tell her. Good-
bye.”
Turning to the girls “Ellen said to tell you she is looking forward to seeing
you get weekend.”Benny continues “I would have never thought to asks to become
a Doctor again. Thank you Margie, I owe my future to you. I’m prepared to do
whatever you ask.”
“Good, we have a lot of calls and plans to make before my next appointment
with Doc.” Margie lays out the basic plan for Sylvia and Benny’s input “We’ll
use everyone of Doc’s resources against him.........” The trio work out the
details of their revenge.
All the calls had been made and every one needed was onboard, the hard part
begins now; waiting at home alone for her next appointment to see Doc. Margie
tried to keep busy. She considered stopping the lactation drugs and regularly
schedule breast pumping but kept to her schedule knowing she’d need to do at
least one more session with Ozzie to pay for his help in the plan.
She also continued her scheduled appointments at the beauty salon for her
laser hair removal, but never shared with Elaine what happened when she tried
going to the “Two Faces of Eve”. No since making Elaine feel bad about
something that wasn’t really her fault. Despite her efforts to avoid thinking
about the approaching confrontation with Doc. much of each day was filled with
anxiety, wondering if everything would go as smoothly, would Benny have the
courage to see through his critical part. Had all the player kept the secret
from Doc. or had they been betrayed.
Finally the day of her appointment arrived. The morning went dreadfully slow.
After lunch Margie started to prepare, bathing, doing her hair and makeup and
dressing. She decided an all white outfit would be most appropriated for
today. She laid out a white gaff along with a lace covered corset, thigh high
lace top hose, a short white dress and a simple white blouse. The outfit was
completed with a white patent bag and matching high heels. She added a red
necklace and broach. She inspected herself in the mirror, making sure the
blouse’s neck line was open down far enough to expose the ample cleavage the
snug fitting cups of the corset produced
After passing a careful personal inspection, she went to the kitchen. Having
decided it was important to keep to her normal routine so as not to alert Doc.
to their plan, she filled he purse with the mother’s milk from the
refrigerator before leaving for her car.
Her fears and anxiety made the short drive to the clinic seem unbearably long.
As she left her parked car for the walk to the front door she caught sight of
Calvin and Sylvia waiting for her. Calvin was in his coveralls leaning against
the building chatting with Sylvia. Sylvia was smiling and talking, knowing her
short tight green dress was showing off her best asset to Calvin by the
growing bulge in his work uniform. They exchanged nods with Margie and fell in
behind her entering the building and riding silently together in the elevator.
When they arrived on their floor Margie gave last minute instructions “OK, you
guys wait out her. If everything goes as planned I’ll be back to get you.”
Sylvia leaned in close and whispered to Margie “I’ll take care of repaying
Calvin for his help.” Giving Margie a smile and a wink before parting ways.
The office reception area was empty except for Benny leaning on the front desk
dressed in his usual surgical greens.
Benny smiled and gave a warm greeting “Good afternoon Margie, are you ready
for today’s procedures?”
“Yes, very eager to get started.” Margie replied as she followed Benny back to
the examining room.
Benny kept with his normal routine taking vital signs and drawing blood
samples. After collecting Margie’s tubes of frozen milk, he put all the
materials in a small pan and prepared to leave the room. “The doctor will be
with you shortly” spoken over his shoulder as he left the exam room.
Margie waited nervously for her final confrontation with Doc. as each minute
slowly passed by. Finally the light knock at the door announcing Doc.’s
arrival on the soon to be battle grounds of the exam room floor.
Doc. enter the room in his white lab coat carry a folder. “Hello Margie,
you’re looking well this afternoon.” Not waiting for a response he continued,
opening the folder and referring to something written inside “Really great
news for you today. A gentleman from Saudi Arabia has heard of you and wants
to help by paying all the cost of your S.R.S.”
“Really! Tell me more” Margie feigning surprise and interest in Doc.’s
announcement.
“He is a very rich oil Sheik and only asks to meet you before the surgery is
performed. He is even sending his own private jet here, to pick you up and
bring you there for the visit.”
Benny quietly enters the room and stand behind Doc. his arms behind his back.
Doc turns briefly taking note of the small interruption before continuing.
“You will need to be ready to travel in exactly one month from today.”
“I don’t know?” Margie questions Doc.’s proposal “Saudi Arabia is so far away
and their customs so different from ours. Don’t they make the women wear those
head to toe sacks? You know that cover their face and everything.”
“No, no it won’t be like that for you. You’ll be an honored guess and I’m sure
you’ll have a great time in the country” Doc. offer his assurance.
“Don’t you mean I will be part of a Harem. A sex slave to a rich and powerful
man, who will do whatever he wishes to me until he grows tired and
disinterested.” Margie replied with venom in her voice. Startled, Doc. stood
motionless and silent as Margie continued “ I met one of your old patients
this weekend, Sylvia, and now I know what you and your clinic are all about.”
Angry that anyone would dare challenge his authority, here in his own clinic,
hands clenched into fists and his face red with anger, Doc. retorts “You know
nothing. You stupid half man half bitch. You will go to Saudi Arabia,
willingly or in a drugged coma, I, I...”Doc’s angry voice trails off having
felt a sharp twinge in his hip.
He turns and sees Benny holding an empty syringe. “What have you done? What’s
going on?” The room turns up on a angle as Doc. fights to remain standing.
Doc. tries to speak again but his mouth falls open silent, no longer under his
control as the room grows fuzzy and starts to spin. His last sight, as the
dark clouds close in, is Benny struggling to hold his arm as he collapses in
slow motion to the floor. Then darkness and silence.
First there are distant sounds and then Doc. becomes aware of a bright white
light. He struggles to get up from the floor but his arms and legs can’t move.
His eye lids flutter as he blinks adjusting to the bright light. Three faces
slowly come into focus one black, one brown and one white. It’s Benny, Margie
and Sylvia standing looking down on him from above. He twists left and right
raising his head, now becoming fully aware, he is strapped to the table in his
own operating room. He is covered with a green sheet. To is left is an IV
solution with its tube running down to his arm. His legs are spread and raised
strapped firmly in the stirrups of the operating table. He feels the cool air
against the bare skin of his exposed lower extremities.
Patting him softly on the shoulder, Margie speaks in soothing tones “Are you
awake now, Dear? We had a terrible time getting you from the floor to this
table. Thank goodness Calvin is so strong.” Margie spoke enjoying the reversal
of their conditions.
“We just thought we should explain what is going to happen next. You see now,
with help from Ellen, Benny is both a U.S. citizen and a doctor again. As his
way of saying thanks, he has offered to complete my surgery.” Margie is
walking around the operating table as she speaks. “It’s been a long time so we
thought a little practice would be good first” Margie pauses wanting to build
the suspense “And we still need to provide someone to that Oil Sheik in Saudi
Arabia since I won’t be going.”
Doc. blurts out “You’re not suggesting that I!”
“Now, now getting excited won’t help.” Margie uses Doc.’s own words against
him “ You will go to Saudi Arabia, willingly or in a drugged coma. Actually,
Benny tells me you’ll be more lack a drugged Zombie. Just awake enough for us
to walk you around so we can get things done but unable to resist.” Margie
continues enjoying telling the once powerful Doc. what to expect next “Sammy
says it will make it easier to tattoo on the permanent eye liner and lip color
and it will allow all the laser work to be done in one visit since you won’t
be feeling any pain.
Margie continues walking as Doc.’s eye follow her to the end of table. “You
know we have only one month to get you ready. In fact we’ve already started”
Margie pointing to the I V bottle hanging above “The I. V. is filled with an
especially strong version of the hormones you had me taking. Unfortunately
there won’t be time in just one month for it to take full affect, so Benny
will also perform breast augmentation, too.
Sylvia pokes her smiling face into view “Yep, Margie and I picked out a really
nice pair of double D silicone implants just for this occasion. Sorry if
they’ll be a little uncomfortable at first.” Laughing Sylvia disappears from
Doc.’s view.
Margie standing between his legs looking down on the very frightened man as
she gently rubbed the inside of his exposed thigh continued “Keeping with your
policy of learning to take pleasure from the pleasure you give others, we’ve
asked Benny not to worry about protecting those sensitive pleasure nerves from
damage and along with the testicles to go ahead and remove the prostate gland
and seminal vesicles, too. You know, since you won’t be using them.”
“Yes, I’m afraid I’ll be creating a feeling less pee hole for you.”Benny
chimed in, as he busied himself preparing the instruments along side the
operating table “But, considering the feeling less way you treated me over the
years, it will be a good match of body and mind.”
“Only one more check before your operation” Margie slip down here dress and
gaff before donning latex gloves and applying sterile gel to her finger tips.
“One last check of that old prostate gland”
First one then two slick fingers plunge deeply into Doc.’s defenseless anus.
Spreading the way as they search for that sensitive bump on his inner rectum
wall. Once the apricot seed size male G-spot is located the fingers skillfully
stroke and presses until Doc.’s manhood is erect and hard. Margie removes her
hand and strokes her own male finger of flesh with the slippery gloved hand
until it arches up stiff and ready. She thrust herself into Doc. with all the
sudden impact she can, forcing him to gasp, as his body unwillingly spreads
open to the rigid invader.
Doc. begs for release “Please don’t, don’t do this. I have money, lots of
money in the clinic accounts. More than enough money to compensate you all.”
Margie continues pumping the now well dilated hole as she answers “We know,
you made it easy, all your business and personal records are here in your
office.” Margie slows her strokes to prolong her pleasure as she continues
“What was amazing was how easy Ozzie’s friends downtown could change your
business records to make Benny your joint partner with the right of
survivorship. It only required a couple of blow-jobs from Sylvia and I and it
was a done deal. Once your gone Benny will control all your money.”
Doc. pleads “Margie please, please stop this. I can still help you. Really,
really I can!”
“Nope” Margie gleefully replies “But I will do something for you, I’ll help
you cum for the very last time.”
Margie’s gloved hand, still slick with the lubricating gel, encircled Doc.’s
now stiff penis, its head purple and the blue veins distended, choked with
blood. She stroked its full length, matching her own slow thrusting pace. She
continued to slowly press her hot flesh as deeply as she could into the now
surrendered tunnel until feeling its walls spasm griping her tightly as she
felt the jerking in her hands as the hot fluid pulsed out and ran down on her
gloved hand. Then her own climax triggered, her knees went limp as she press
hard into his warm body. Her pleasure probe exploded over and over, pumping
more sticky liquid in than could held, it seeped out and ran down the cleft of
Doc.’s ass, forming a long elastic string before dropping into a puddle on the
sterile floor.
Margie leaned close to Doc. face and breathed the words slowly “After the
operation today, I own you: body and soul.”
Benny appeared and announced “We’re running late. We need to get started and
get online”
Benny stuck a hypodermic syringe into the I. V. line and pressed the plunger
sending the clear liquid running down the tube to Doc.”s arm.
Doc. frantically pleads “No, no! Don’t do this to me! Please, please
no.....”his voice trailing off as the powerful drug takes affect and the gray
clouds fill his view of the room.
As darkness engulfs him, from far away he hears “Hello and welcome. I am
doctor Benjamin Kareem and today we are bringing you live, a complete S. R. S.
procedure. The creation of Abigail.”
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El Cornudo, Chapter 3 | STRAIGHT, WARNING, PENECTOMY | If a college professor pays more attention to botany than biology, his wife may not appreciate it. | ` El Cornudo `
Chapter 3
The next day was when the workshop was to be presented, and Isabella had
warned me they would be busy all day. She suggested that I again take a lunch
on my walk, in order that I could walk far out on my collecting excursion. I
had planned to do that anyway, and made the arrangements at the cantina for my
midday meal to be packed.
Carlos said he was familiar with the area to the south, and suggested that
there were probably some undiscovered plant species there. Nothing can excite
a plant biologist as much as the idea there are new species to be discovered
(unless he's like me, and is fixated on servicing his wife in that very
special way that I had now done three nights in a row). When Carlos sketched a
hasty map in my notebook, saying it would lead me to the best collecting area,
I eagerly accepted his directions, and immediately set out on my hike.
He was right about the plant diversity in the area, but I did not find any new
species, even after walking for miles along the trail he'd mapped for me. As
the time drew near for me to reverse my course, in order to return before
darkness overtook me, I saw the trail dip down sharply about 100 yards ahead.
I made the decision to go just that far, and if nothing of interest presented
itself, I'd start my return trip.
The dip was caused by the trail entering a narrow valley. It was lush with
plant growth, probably due to the small stream that ran at the bottom. I knew
that unknown species were famous for clinging to small ecologies like this, so
resolved to explore ahead as far as the thick copse of trees ahead, even
though it would mean I'd be walking in darkness on my way back to the village.
My resolve was rewarded in a most spectacular way as I took a single step into
the thick trees. Growing beside the trail was a plant that I at first assumed
to be a cholla cactus. As I bent down to look at it, the realization dawned on
me that it was entirely different, though. The needle structure was completely
different than any plant I'd ever seen, and the stem itself was not meaty, but
was woody in composition and only 1/4" in diameter. When I cut the branch from
the plant, I could see that it was hollow. The thing immediately began to drip
a sap that smelled like it was high in resin content, and I was sure the bush
would burn very easily if ignited.
The amazing thing about the plant was the nature of the needles. They were
arranged counterpoise on the stem, with each being about one inch in length,
and with a gap of about 1/2" between them. As I touched one of the needles, I
could feel it was different from any other cactus spine. Although each spine
was erect, it could be easily laid down to point to the tip of the branch, but
not toward the main plant. That reminded me more than anything of a
porcupine's tail, in that its hair will lay down in the same way. You can
stroke the tail in one direction, but just try it in the other and you'll end
up with a hand full of quills.
I knew right then that I had found an entirely new species, and visions of it
being named after me filled my head. I was so engrossed in studying the plant
that the rest of the world was entirely shut out.
That's why it came as such a shock to me when a shadow moved along the ground
in front of me. Startled, I jerked my head up and was surprised to see a man
standing there, with his rifle pointing directly at me. When I looked around
for a path of escape, I saw that I was completely surrounded. Every man there
was obviously of the same extraction as Carlos, although there was no more
than a faint resemblance. I hoped that by using his name, I could convince
these people I really meant no harm. The first thing that occurred to me was
that I had violated some sort of local taboo by removing a branch from this
unknown plant, or that maybe just by being here, I was trespassing.
I stood slowly, holding my arms meekly at my sides. I looked around, asking if
anybody there spoke English, but was met with only sullen stares in return. I
then spoke Carlos' name several times, hoping to indicate I was a friend of a
friend. The only reaction that produced was for one of them to point to me,
and speak in a very rapid tongue to the others. It was odd, but I thought I
could make out the phrase Isabella had used, "el cornudo." I hoped the words
meant something like "friend" when used in this context, and "lover" when used
by one's wife. To reassure them, I pointed to myself and repeated the phrase
several times, interspersing Carlos' name with the phrase, hoping to convey
that I was that man's friend.
My performance did indeed produce a changed reaction in the men, but I wasn't
sure it was the one I wanted. They began pointing at me and laughing, all the
time speaking rapidly about Carlos and el cornudo. I tried to join in, even
though I certainly wasn't feeling humorous at that point. Again I pointed at
myself and repeated the phrase and Carlos' name.
At last the men ceased laughing, and then the circle opened to indicate the
trail that lay ahead. I shook my head "no" and pointed in the direction from
which I had come. That produced a sullen reaction in them, and they began to
prod me along the trail with their rifle barrels. I decided that discretion
was the better part of valor at that point, and began to walk in the direction
they wanted. I hoped there would be someone who spoke English wherever we were
headed, and I could straighten out this mess. I'd even offer to pay trespass
fees if that would help.
As I walked by the plant that had held my interest so shortly before, I saw
one of the men lean down and pick up the branch I'd been examining. I watched
as he carefully put it in a leather pouch on his waist, completely mystified
about why he was doing such a thing.
We walked for what seemed like several miles, but it was hard to judge
distances in the lush growth. At no time was anything else said to me, and at
all times most of the rifles were pointed in my direction. I tried to give the
impression of being harmless, and given the situation I was in, probably
succeeded.
It was about two hours before dusk when we arrived at what was either a small
village or an encampment of some sort. There was nothing there that could
qualify as a house, rather every structure looked to be a hastily-built hut.
There were six of the structures, arranged in a loose circle around an open
area. I could see a firepit in the center of the clearing, and something else
that gave me an immediate sense of relief. It was a post of some sort that
looked to be solidly set into the ground, with a crossbar tied to it about
five feet above the ground.
I was sure the thing was intended to represent a cross, and that probably
meant these people were of the Christian faith. If so, they undoubtedly
intended me no harm, and I knew it was just a matter of time until this
misunderstanding could be resolved.
There were several women in the village, and they all came to look at this
strange captive. Again there were rapid words, interspersed with Carlos' name
and the phrase I had become used to by now. I again pointed to myself and
repeated the phrase, which brought howls of laughter from everyone there. I
was hoping that by appealing to their good nature, I could get out of here in
one piece.
There was no one in the group who spoke English, which was deflating to me. I
hadn't realized how much I had hoped for such a person, and now it seemed I
had no other card to play.
The men who surrounded me forced me to enter one of the huts. There was
nothing there but a couple of sleeping pads, indicating once again that this
was probably a temporary encampment. The roof of the hut was supported by a
center post, and I was led directly to it. My arms were roughly grabbed, and
soon my wrists were bound behind the post. When they were satisfied I was
securely in place, everyone left the hut, leaving me to my dark thoughts.
Since there was absolutely nothing at all I could do to improve this
situation, I sank to the ground to rest, resolving to be ready if the
opportunity of escape presented itself.
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I must have dozed off then, for the next thing I remember is that several
voices were crying out, almost as if in greeting. My most profound wish was
that someone was coming who could speak English, and I could convince these
people that I meant them no harm.
Just then, the most beautiful sound in the world came to my ears. It was the
sound of Isabella's voice. There is no way for me to explain the relief I felt
then, and even more so a few seconds later when she walked through the door of
the hut.
I tried to speak, but my voice failed me. She hurried to me, and dropped to
her knees. She hugged me fiercely for several seconds, finally releasing her
grip to look deep into my eyes, as if trying to come up with a way to broach a
difficult subject.
At last she said, "James (I knew then that this was serious, because she
called me 'Jim' most of the time), I know you're wondering why you're here."
At that I nodded my head vigorously, not trusting my mouth and throat to utter
words. She continued, "I suppose the best way is just to tell you straight out
that Carlos and I have been lovers for a long time now, in fact, since the
first night he moved into the guest house. I'm sure you've never suspected,
even though the clues were there for you to see."
My mouth must have fallen open as she spoke, for she paused to laugh at what
she was seeing. She then went on, "I've been giving you more and more clues
every night, and just can't believe you haven't realized that another man has
been fucking me. For the past three nights, I've come to bed with his sperm in
my pussy, and fed it to you. Last night I came directly to you from Carlos'
bed, even using my panties to hold in his semen as I walked. Did you really
think my pussy could be that wet with no one to make it that way? Or do you
simply enjoy eating another man's cum out of your wife's pussy, even to the
extent that you'll pretend you haven't noticed?"
To say I was dumbfounded wouldn't have been even close to what I was feeling
then. It seemed to me that my whole world had collapsed, and it was all I
could do to draw even one breath. Finally I whispered, "I didn't know. I'm
sorry. I should have guessed."
She said, "Maybe it's partly my fault too. I know how wrapped up you are in
your teaching, and I guess you just didn't have time to notice what was going
on around you. Still, I've been coming to bed with Carlos' sperm in me for
many months now, and you should have noticed it. Didn't you notice that the
taste changed suddenly two years ago?"
She hesitated then, apparently determined to wait until I said something to
justify my failure to notice that she'd taken a lover. Finally, I cleared my
throat several times, then struggled to say, "I didn't notice. I'm truly
sorry. I should have. It's just that I love you so much I accept anything you
do, and I guess that's why I didn't taste anything different. If I had noticed
it, I'd have simply thought it was something in your body chemistry that was
responsible for the change."
She seemed to consider that, but finally rejected it as not being a valid
excuse. She continued, this time with noticeable anger in her voice, saying,
"A real man would have known his wife was having an affair, and would have
done whatever was required to protect her honor. I still love you, but I feel
anger when I think of the way you ignored what was going on."
"The things that I did to you the past three nights were an expression of the
anger, and the disgust, I felt toward you. Or did you think that all wives
shit in their husband's mouths, then make them eat it? Is that what you
think?"
I knew my face was burning bright red then, and I felt truly ashamed of
myself. Why hadn't I seen what was going on, what she was trying to make me
see? How could I have been so blind? Again, all I could do was apologize by
saying softly, "I'm sorry. I just felt so very aroused by what you did that I
couldn't think of anything else. I can see now why you did it, and I know that
I truly deserved it."
She began to softly cry then, and hugged me to her fiercely. After awhile she
said, "Do you know why you were brought here?"
That question had been utmost in my mind until she had made her confession,
but then I had completely forgotten about it. As soon as she asked, it
exploded in my mind like a bombshell that she had made no move to untie my
wrists, and I remained bound to the post. I replied, "I thought that maybe I
had trespassed on their territory, or that maybe the new species of plant I
was looking at was sacred to them, and I violated a taboo. No one here speaks
English, and I truly don't know what's happening. Do you know?"
I stopped then, waiting to hear any information she had. She looked very
serious as she said softly, "I suppose it could be called 'trespass,' but not
the kind you're thinking of. Perhaps you'll understand better if I tell it
like this. As I said, Carlos has been fucking me for two years now, and in all
that time, your cock has not been in my pussy. Did you know that? Or is that
something else you haven't noticed?"
I was completely taken aback by that statement, and was unable to reply. I
desperately tried to remember the last time we'd had intercourse, but truly
could not. I had been so happy with providing oral sex to her, while she
abused my genitals, that I had never missed vaginal penetration. I realized
that it probably was true what she said, and that it really had been that
long.
Again I had to clear my throat before the words would come. "I hadn't realized
it. I guess I was just so happy to have what you gave me that it never
occurred to me we should be doing something else. I'm sorry."
I realized then that her explanation of why I had been brought here had been
cut short, so again asked her to explain.
She began, "Please don't interrupt until I've told you the whole story. This
is difficult for me. You need to realize that in Carlos' mind, he is my
husband, since he's the one fucking me. He has come to see you as the
interloper, and the one who is trying to keep me away from him. Since you're
of a different culture than he is, you'll probably not understand that. That's
just the way it is down here. He's been fucking me; you haven't. Therefore,
he's my husband, and you're the intruder."
"If you can accept that part, then it'll help you to understand what comes
next. You see, people of this culture have a very strong sense of pride. The
absolute worst offense to that pride is to try to take another man's woman.
These people kill one another at the drop of a hat if they feel their woman is
being stolen. Now do you see why you're here?"
I may have been unable to see that my wife was having an affair, but I was
certainly able to understand what she had just told me. I knew that jealousy
was a very strong emotion, but it had never occurred to me that it could lead
to my being kidnapped and held prisoner. As the implications sank in even
more, a dread overtook me, and I asked in a hushed voice, "What is it that
Carlos intends to do with me?"
She replied, equally quietly, "I think you already know. He intends to kill
you."
Those simple words confirmed my worst fears, and I sagged against the post. It
then occurred to me that there was another nagging question that had to be
asked. "Why haven't you untied me? I could escape into the undergrowth and
make my way back to civilization."
She asked wryly, "And leave me here? Is that what you mean? Is that what a
true man would do?"
I'm sure I blushed in shame then, for her words were very true. I had not even
considered her part in this, but thought only of myself. Finally I said, "No.
I won't leave without you. Can you do anything to get us out of this? Will
Carlos listen to you?"
She replied, "Yes, I can do something. No, Carlos won't listen to me in
matters of this sort. His honor is at stake, and he'd rather die than have it
blemished. There is only one answer, and it's this: You must be shown to be
less than a man, and no threat whatsoever to him. If you will do that, then he
will let you go."
I wasn't sure what she meant, but replied that I'd do whatever she told me.
She nodded, then said sincerely, "You must know that I love you. You must also
know that you have to trust me completely. You must follow my lead in every
way, and you must do what I say with no questions or hesitation. Can you do
that?"
It took me no time at all to answer that I would do anything at all for her,
and follow her lead in all things. She then helped me to my feet and walked
behind the post. As I felt her untying the cord, one final question came to my
mind, and I asked, "These people here call me by the same name you used when
we were in bed together. It sounds something like, "el cornudo." What does
that mean?"
She had by that time freed me, and returned to stand directly in front,
looking deeply into my eyes once again. After a long pause, she said, "It
means the husband of a woman who has sex with other men. I guess the best
English translation would be 'cuckold'. Are you familiar with that word?"
Again my face burned in shame as I thought of her sitting on my face, her anus
centered over my mouth, forcing the contents of her bowels down my throat, all
the while taunting me as a cuckold. The taunts I received from the villagers
today paled in comparison, even with the veiled threat they carried. At last I
nodded my head, saying simply, "Yes."
With a last warning to do exactly as she said if I wanted to live through this
night, she walked out the door. I meekly followed her, wishing I knew what to
expect.
As we entered the area at the center of the clearing, the people gathered
there began to point and shout, "el cornudo." Knowing the meaning of the
phrase made the taunts all the harder to bear, and it was almost more than I
could do to keep walking behind Isabella.
A fire had been kindled in the pit, and it provided a low illumination to the
scene, which seemed to make the setting even more sinister. Carlos was
standing there, glaring in hatred at me. I had eyes only for the large hunting
knife he carried in a sheath on his belt, fearing that he would draw it at any
moment and end my life.
Isabella walked up to him, threw her arms around his shoulders, and kissed him
deeply. The murmurs from the villagers signaled their approval of the match,
and probably made my own fate much less certain. She then walked back to my
side, and begin to speak in Spanish, addressing the crowd. Her remarks were
interspersed with lots of finger pointing at me, accompanied by a look of
contempt on her face.
Finally she stopped addressing the crowd and leaned closer to me. "I told them
you are a very weak man, unable to protect his own woman. I told them that I
have been fucking Carlos for two years, and then feeding his seed to you
straight from my pussy. I told them that my contempt for you is so low that I
have used you as my toilet, and that you have enjoyed eating my shit."
While I stood with my eyes downcast, and my face burning in shame, she
continued. "I told them that your cock is a useless little thing, no bigger
than a worm, and that you're no rival to a real man." She hesitated then to
gauge my reaction, and when there was none, continued by saying, "Now I will
prove to them that what I say is true. Get undressed. Do it quickly and with
no hesitation if you want to live. You must not get a hardon. I've told them
you're impotent, and not able to have sex with Carlos' woman."
I knew there was no choice but to obey her, and without ever looking up I
began to unbutton my shirt. As soon as it was laying on the ground, Isabella
kicked it into the fire while addressing the crowd. She then whispered to me,
"I told them you will never again be allowed to wear clothes when in my
presence. It's a great insult down here."
I was simply beyond making a response by that time, and numbly lifted my feet
one at a time and unlaced my hiking boots. I pulled them off, followed by my
socks, and was unsurprised when they followed my shirt into the fire. With no
further hesitation, I unfastened my jeans and slipped them down. Hooking my
thumbs in the waistband of my undershorts, I soon sent them to follow.
As soon as I stepped out of my last pieces of clothing, Isabella kicked them
into the fire. By that time, laughter had begun in the people gathered around
the clearing. When my wife pointed at my crotch and began speaking and
laughing at the same time, the laughter changed to an uproar. Even Carlos, who
had been standing with his arms crossed, glaring at me, actually smiled. I
dared hope then that somehow I'd be able to escape the fate he had planned for
me.
My eyes were already downcast, and all I had to do was move them a short
distance to see the source of everyone's amusement. My penis had shrunk so far
into my abdomen that it was barely an inch long, and in fact it was almost
invisible through my pubic hair. I knew that the fear and humiliation I felt
were causing that reaction, but it didn't make it any easier to bear the
laughter.
Isabella then whispered in my ear, "The hardest test will be now. You must do
exactly as I say, so they can see how much contempt I have for you. Will you
do it?"
I was unable to speak then, or to make any decisions on my own. My only answer
was a nod of my head, which was sufficient for her. She said, simply, "Undress
me." That simple command was very difficult for me to comply with, since it
would mean exposing my naked wife to the staring eyes of all these strangers.
However, when she said vehemently, "Do it!," my hands reluctantly reached to
the buttons that ran down the front of her dress, and began to open them.
Since she was wearing no brassiere, her magnificent breasts were there for all
to see as soon as I pulled the dress off her shoulders. Her very large nipples
were already erect, which in my distracted state of mind I put down to them
being exposed to the cool night air.
I then knelt in front of her, removing her shoes and socks. Her sheer white
panties were the only remaining article of clothing, and it was only her angry
glance at me that made my hands reluctantly begin pulling them down, to join
the pile of her other clothes.
Her next order was, "Take my hand. Lead me to Carlos and give it to him. You
must do it!"
By then, I was no longer capable of disobeying her. Taking her soft hand in
mine, I took her to her lover. When I held out our clasped hands, Carlos put
forth one of his. Isabella dropped her grasp on my hand, and took her lover's
hand in hers. She whispered to me, "You must say this with sincerity in your
voice. You must say: 'I give her to you. She needs a true man for her
husband.' Now do it."
Even those horrible words came easily to my throat, although saying them with
the sincerity Isabella demanded was more difficult. Apparently my performance
was satisfactory, for Carlos acknowledged me with a slight nod of his head,
and then turned to Isabella. He raised her hand to his lips and kissed it, and
then lowered his head to her breasts and kissed each turgid nipple.
Using the most sensual movements at her command, my wife then slowly undressed
Carlos. When his undershorts were at last removed, his arousal was plain for
all to see. There at last, standing proudly before me, was the source of all
this trouble. There, hanging tightly between his legs were the testicles that
had produced the semen I had unknowingly, and very enthusiastically, licked
and sucked from her vagina.
She sank to her knees before her lover, and then began kissing every square
inch of his genitals. By the time she had taken his penis into her mouth, it
was fully erect. It was easy to see why my own tiny penis was the source of so
much laughter. Although his was certainly no monster, it was easily 8" long,
and probably 2" in diameter. It was no wonder that my wife preferred his penis
in her vagina. It occurred to me then that if I had fucked her during the past
two years, she probably wouldn't have felt it.
Isabella beckoned me to her side, and took my hand to lead me to a table then
being carried into the clearing. As soon as it had been set in position, she
turned her back to the edge of the tabletop, then leaned backward over it. She
instructed me, "Lift my legs and draw my knees back to my breasts. Hold my
knees as far apart as you can get them."
I did as she ordered, exposing her lovely crotch to the appreciative gazes of
everyone assembled there. She again spoke in Spanish, and Carlos walked toward
us. I didn't need her whispered explanation to know that she had asked him to
fuck her while her husband held her legs apart for him.
As soon as he was in position, Carlos thrust his penis into her pussy. I heard
her gasp in pleasure as the tool begin to stroke her delicate folds, and
watched as her engorged nipples seemed to grow even more. I was sure I knew
what would follow, and I have to admit that, even under those circumstances, I
felt a building anticipation in my crotch. I struggled to think of something
else, knowing that I dare not show any arousal at all.
At last Carlos thrust one final time, and everyone could hear the groan deep
in his throat. He held his position for what seemed an eternity, and then
slowly withdrew his still completely-rampant member. Isabella immediately
placed one hand in her crotch and pinched her labia together, trapping his
semen inside her. She then looked directly at me, saying, "You must kneel in
front of Carlos and clean him thoroughly. Do not hesitate. Do it now."
Hesitation was simply beyond me by that time. I was moving as if in a dream as
I moved to stand before the man, and then to kneel. I began to lick his
erection, starting at the head and working my way to his pubic hair. The only
thing that kept me from becoming ill was the fact that the taste was so
utterly familiar. I knew then that everything was true. I had indeed eaten
this same thing many, many times. That thought served to mask the revulsion I
felt, and I continued doing my assigned duty, even at last licking his balls.
As I knew would happen, Carlos then raised my wife's legs and held her knees
apart. He didn't say a single word, but I knew what was expected of me.
Without leaving my knees, I shuffled to Isabella's crotch and buried my face
deep in it. This was the easiest part of the whole evening, and it was all I
could do to keep my cock from becoming erect. I sucked and licked to the best
of my ability, anxious to prove to everyone that I was just a contemptible
pussy slave, and not worth their hatred.
At last, there were no more traces of their mixed juices, and I moved my head
away. Isabella stood from the table then, and said nothing, but merely pointed
at it. I assumed she wanted me to take her place there, and so stood and
complied. Soon I was lying on my back, in the same position she had been
moments before. To my complete surprise, she then told me to lift my legs. I
admit that I did hesitate then, but soon did her bidding. I was not surprised
when she placed her hands on my knees and spread them, exactly as I had done
to hers.
Even knowing what to expect did not make it any easier to accept. My wife's
whispered, "Try to relax. That will make it much easier.", did nothing to
decrease my trepidation.
As I knew would happen then, Carlos walked to his former position at the end
of the table. As I watched in horror, he guided his penis to my opening and
began forcing it inside me. I wanted to cry out then, but knew that would
shame Isabella even further. I vowed to take this as well as I could, no
matter what it cost me.
I'm sure my brain was in a state nearing shutdown by that point. I know that I
was brutally raped by my wife's lover, and that his engorged member caused
searing jolts of pain in my abdomen, and even throughout my body. However, I
have no way to gauge how long the rape lasted, or even if he released his
second load in me. I do know that when he at last pulled away from me, his
penis was still erect. That is the only evidence there is that he did not have
an orgasm.
As soon as Carlos backed away from me, Isabella released my knees. She then
helped me to a standing position, but immediately placed both hands on my
shoulders to indicate I was to once again kneel. When my knees touched the
earth, I didn't need her urging to shuffle forward to do what I knew was
required of me.
Again I licked every inch of his penis, which had so shortly before been
completely buried in my bowels. As I write this, my sense of revulsion is so
strong as to almost overcome me. At that time, however, my whole body was in
sensory overload, and licking him clean was just another activity that I had
to perform in order to live.
As I finished licking the last square inch of his sac, I pulled back,
expecting that to be the end of it. Isabella had other ideas, though, and
placed her hand on the back of my head, forcing it ahead once more. She placed
her other hand on Carlos' erection and held it pointing straight at me, still
urging my head forward. Again, I knew what she wanted and opened my mouth to
accept him.
I remember his hands on both sides of my head, and how they pistoned it back
and forth to "fuck" him. I remember his thrusts going deeper and deeper, until
at last his glans entered my throat. I remember it was so quiet in the
clearing then that I could hear his groan as his arousal peaked. Even in my
robotic state of mind, I tried to pull away from him, but was not allowed to.
Isabella had been prepared for my reaction, and she placed one hand on the
back of my head, and the other on Carlos' butt. As he shot his seed into me,
she forced us closer together, until my nose was actually buried in his pubic
hair.
Even that came to an end, although at the time it seemed to go on forever.
When he at last pulled his member from my mouth, I fought with my stomach to
keep it from expelling its contents, and was eventually successful. I longed
for a drink of liquid to wash down the semen that was proving so difficult to
swallow, but knew I dared not ask for such a thing.
Isabella again addressed the villagers, then leaned down to my ear to
translate what she'd said. "I told them it is plain to see you're no threat to
a real man. I said you seem to think of yourself as a woman, and enjoy it when
a real man fucks you. I said it was plain to see how eager you were to lick
your own shit from your lover's cock, and then to swallow his seed. The final
test is to come. You must not get a hardon, at all cost. If you can do this
without showing arousal, then they'll know everything I've said is true."
I resolved to give my utmost to do as she said. Surely it would be easy to
keep my penis from achieving erection. What was happening here was not sexual
in nature, and I was sure there was no way for me to become aroused.
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Tease Me Off (Volume 1) | STRAIGHT, TESTICLES | Wife sets up revenge for her cheating husband with a teasing remover toy. | ` "Tease Me Off" (Volume 1) `
I awoke in my basement. Strapped down in our old antique high-back straight
chair. Facing me was our TV and VCR, but nothing appeared to be turned on. I
tried to struggle free, but there were just too many straps. My legs were
spread wide to the outer chair legs, and arms held snug on the arm rests. Even
my head was secured to the back of the headrest forcing me to look somewhat
straight on. But with a limited downward glance, I noticed a rather strange
looking contraption encasing my genitals. It also felt as if there was
something in my rectum. After a few minutes of struggling, I realized I
wouldn't be getting out without help. The TV and VCR kicked in, and my wife
appeared on the screen in one of the hottest outfits I've ever seen.
Hello darling, don't panic! It's just me!
A little motion detector automatically started up this tape of me. So you must
be pretty coherent by now. Are you nice and comfy? Well don't bother with too
much struggling; it won't help. I'll bet you're a little confused by all of
this, so I'll explain it all to you!
First off, I've known about your little on going affair with that useless slut
of a secretary you have, and I'm really disappointed by your lack of
commitment. I was hoping it was just a "One-Time" thing I could overlook, but
since you still persist in seeing her, it can only mean that those little
balls are simply controlling your life. At first I was going to just simply
cut them off, and that would be the end of it. But then I gave it some
thought, and stumbled across this neat little toy called "Tease Me Off".
It would be very inconsiderate of me to castrate you without even giving you a
choice in the matter. So in the interest of fairness, I've decided to let you
make the decision on whether to keep your balls or not, using the "Tease Me
Off" device. By now I'm sure you discovered it hooked up to your little
package down there. It's quite an ingenious little system. Your balls are now
fitted through the hole on the bottom box portion. When the box is triggered,
an "O" ring will clamp around your scrotum very tightly. Then blades inside
the box will slice them off nice and clean. Very little bleeding with the
clamp, and virtually painless…so the brochure say's anyway! But relax for now
darling, it's turned off, and won't turn on until this tape is through
playing. And even then, it won't go "snip" unless you cause it to. All you
have to do is not ejaculate for about the next 2 hours. That's right! That's
all there is to it. If you can control those cheating little seminal urges,
you get to keep your balls.
Should be no big deal for a mighty stud like you. Which brings me to the
triggering part of that little machine. Your pathetically small weenie will be
relentlessly teased by the upper part of the device. Notice the condom
covering you with that clear tubing out the top. Once the "Tease Me Off"
machine is activated, that "donut" looking ring on the outside of the condom
will begin to vibrate and pump up and down along your shaft. Tingling,
teasing, and stroking away your poor little cock into an absolute frenzy.
Hopefully you won't become too excited by all this. If you ejaculate, your
load will travel up the plastic tube to an awaiting liquid sensor that will
trigger the slicing box, and then it's bye-bye to those two little
troublemakers. But don't worry dear, I'm sure the little buzzing and stroking
will be nothing compared to your hot little rendezvous sessions with that
office tramp. A stud like your self should have no problem refraining from a
little teasing like this. So to make it a bit more entertaining for you, I've
thrown in a few added twists.
The machine will active as soon as this tape is over. It will also start
erasing, and remove any trace of my involvement in this fun little event. Plus
your favorite sex tape will start to play from the second VCR. Yeah, the one
with all your favorite little blowjobs that I catch you viewing from time to
time. That should help "hold-up" your interest. But incase it's not enough,
there's a little extra option I purchased to grab your attention.
There's a mini-vibrator positioned way up inside your tight little bum. I'm
sure you've felt something in there by now. It's resting right up against your
prostate, and once activated should cause a sparking little erection, whether
you want one or not. It's activated by a little level-detector on the condom.
So every time you go limp, the little massager will kick in to help you back
up again. Wouldn't want you get to bored through all of this, so that should
help thing along. Oh, I know it's starting to sound a bit one sided, so I
decided to grant you little help out of your loss of manhood. Have you noticed
the little red pushbutton just in fingertip's reach yet? It's called the
"sissy girl" switch, and it's the only temporary reprieve you'll be getting.
So if your not really the "Stud" I thought you were, and are actually just a
little "sissy girl" unable to hold back from a little minor cock teasing! You
can press the little red button. The teaser will shut off for thirty seconds
to allow you to somewhat regain your composure. But of course there is a price
to pay for being a sissy! When the teaser kicks back in, it will vibrate twice
as strong as before, and the button can't be pressed again for another five
minutes. And you can only "sissy out" a total of five times. After 5 shutdowns
the button no longer works. At that point, the little stroking ring will be
teasing you at its fullest setting. I'm sure this would end your manly career
pretty quickly, so you might want to think hard about using that switch. Not
that I really care, but I am sure you probably do sweetie!
I just can't imagine you lasting more than even a few minutes anyway! What's
it been now? Two weeks, three, I can't remember when you had your last spurt.
I'll bet you're aching for a little relief about now. Too bad I won't be there
to watch this amazing little toy perform. It came with a demo tape of a poor
cheating husband like your self. He didn't seem to last much more than a half-
hour. I'll have to let you watch it sometime.
Well I think that's it for now! Oops, I almost forgot the really exciting
part! Why you have to hold on for a full 2 hours! Well I have even arranged
for your rescue at precisely Eight O'clock. Wasn't that sweet of me? I managed
to tap into your computer and send a wonderfully exciting email "from you" to
"your secretary". I explained (for you) how the wife would be out of town, and
for her to come over for a bit of kinky fun! I know you'll appreciate how I
told to her to find her way to the basement, and no matter how much grunting
or mumbling she should hear, She should try to make you spurt through the
little hose that you have hooked up to a "harmless condom toy" that you'll be
wearing while waiting for her to arrive. The email also eludes to a fun and
exciting evening if she plays along. And of course, the ball gag you have on
is locked at the back of your head with a key lock, so she won't be able
remove it for you, and find out what your really trying to say through all
that grunting. Maybe she'll let you out, or maybe she'll be in a playful mood.
She's really quite a little dip shit; I wish I could see this!
Well, there you have it dear! If you manage to get through this intact you
really could take advantage of the weekend, as I won't be coming back, and
you'll here from my lawyers. I have lots of incriminating photo's to keep you
paying for my needs!
Hope you enjoy your new life without me, and perhaps a few other things!
Bye bye!
As she blow a little kiss, the screen went to snow. The short tape rewound and
the record light turned on and began erasing the tape. I heard a "click" and a
little red light on the box encasing my balls lit up. I felt a strange
tingling in by butt and sprouted an enormous hard-on. I struggled hard and
muffled into my gag, and as promised, the tingling in my rectum stopped and
the vibrating ring began it's gentle cock tease while pumping up and down. I
was beginning feel my three week need for relief. I fought the erg as best as
I could, but new it wouldn't take long in my lengthy deprived state. The clock
read only six, which truly meant a full 2 hours. If I concentrate all my
thoughts, I might be able to ignore the temptation. Just then the second VCR
lit up, and sure enough, the best BJ scenes I've ever seen, began to play on
the TV. I knew I would be doomed and kept my eye on pressing that little red
button………
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Playing Lukas Sorensen - Chapter 87 | GAY, NULLIFICATION, MINOR | Matthew learns the secret of mind control. | Chapter 87
Matthew’s mouth was open, and he was staring at Rodney. He was aware of that
much. How could Rodney joke about it? If he was really going to close that
crocodile on Matthew’s cock, how could Rodney possibly joke about it?
Matthew’s nuts had been skewered, he reminded himself, and Rodney had been
joking about that, had been finding it funny, anyway, even if he hadn’t said
anything.
Looking down at the mess between his legs, Matthew knew he wasn’t with it.
Whatever they had given him had changed his perception of things. There was no
way he shouldn’t be feeling worse about what Rodney had done to him, about the
mess Rodney had made of his nuts, and yet, Matthew was able to look at it with
very little emotion. And now his cock. No. No way.
He glared at Rodney and gritted his teeth.
‘You don’t look very happy.’
Matthew set his mouth in a grim line.
‘You’re supposed to say hello.’
Rodney took a step forward.
‘Here, give him a kiss, dude,’ he said, holding the crocodile up to Matthew’s
lips.
Matthew moved his head back, but there was a solid block of wood behind his
head. The iron mouth of the crocodile touched his lips.
‘Kiss it,’ Rodney said.
Matthew didn’t move.
Rodney pulled the crocodile away. ‘Okay,’ he said. He put the crocodile on
Matthew’s thigh, setting him up like he was on a river bank, and then he
squatted down and started to turn the screw on the testicle crusher.
‘Okay,’ Matthew said. ‘Okay, Rodney.’ But it didn’t make any difference.
Rodney kept turning.
And Matthew watched in disbelief as his nuts flattened out between the plates.
They widened, like stretched balloons, and as they widened, the spikes began
to tear into the flesh of Matthew’s testicles. He felt the first real pain
since he had been skewered, and he let out a whimper.
Rodney stopped turning.
Matthew had tears in his eyes. There was a constant stream of pain flowing up
into in his groin, and, insanely, pleasure along with it. His cock was jerking
wildly.
‘Can you let it off a little?’ he said, his voice strained.
Rodney smiled up at him. He reached back, between Matthew’s legs, and started
to turn the screw there, making a little adjustment, and again, Matthew was
aware of that pain, aware of his stretched hole, and his skewered nuts, and
the flesh tearing and the pressure on them.
He winced, and realised he was taking short shallow breaths, as though he had
just jumped into icy water. He tried to control himself and steady his
breathing.
Rodney was walking the crocodile along his thigh, turning it’s body from side
to side and stepping it up Matthew’s leg to his groin, like he was a little
kid playing with a toy. Matthew watched as it got closer to his cock, and then
he blurted out,
‘I said I’ll kiss it,’ without even meaning to.
Rodney stopped.
He stood up, using Matthew’s thighs for support.
‘Here, then,’ he said. He pushed the crocodile towards Matthew’s mouth until
it was touching Matthew’s lips. The iron was cold.
Matthew kissed it. A short, sharp kiss. A peck.
Rodney pulled it away and smiled at Matthew, grinning wildly, as though he
suddenly found him funny.
‘Dude, you don’t have to be so serious,’ he said. ‘You know what’s happening.
You may as well enjoy it.’
Matthew closed his eyes.
He opened them again when he felt Rodney’s hand on his cock. Rodney was
holding it in one hand. He had the crocodile in the other. Rodney pressed its
mouth up against the eye of Matthew’s cock. He made a kissing sound.
And then he stood back and opened the crocodile’s mouth by levering apart his
tail.
‘Look at that,’ he said, holding the open mouth up to Matthew’s eyes.
All down the crocodile’s mouth, all down the inside of his body were tiny
little needles that interlocked. They were shiny and sharp, and at his mouth,
there were two longer needles, like eye teeth.
Matthew swallowed. He felt like he wanted to cry. He wanted his mother. He
wanted to go home, to his parents house, and be safe and warm and in bed, like
he had used to be when he was a boy, and he had taken a day off from school,
pretending to be sick. His mother would make him toasted sandwiches, and bring
them to him on a tray.
Rodney moved.
He moved the crocodile away from Matthew’s mouth. Moved it down to his cock,
the mouth still open, holding it by the tail with both hands.
Matthew’s cock jerked. Instinctively, he strained with every muscle in his
body, trying to pull backwards and away from the thing. He saw the ligaments
and tendons in his groin straining, and watched in horror as the thing was
positioned over his cock.
His cock jerked, and he felt the first sting of a needle.
He started to cry, sobbing suddenly. ‘No, Rodney!’ he exclaimed in
desperation.
But Rodney had the thing positioned carefully. Had the mouth opened as wide as
it could go. And Matthew’s cock as far back in the crocodile’s body as he
could get it.
And then, very slowly, he squeezed the two parts of the tail together, closing
the terrible mouth onto Matthew’s erect penis.
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The Early Years | STRAIGHT, TESTICLES | The early beginnings of a young cutter | The Early Years
By: Special
My love for cutting began early, in my teens actually. As a wild tom-boy
growing up on a ranch with nothing but cowhands for company, it’s small wonder
I didn’t participate in the usual girl things that might have been more
appropriate. I actually slid easily into the workings of the ranch, and I was
always an enthusiastic participant at round-ups. The biggest reason being that
I followed in my own mothers footsteps, and I began to help with castrating
calves at branding time. Under her tutelage, I learned the deft strokes of a
sharp knife that would quickly, and safely, emasculate the young bulls. I’ll
be the first to admit their wild-eyed look and futile struggles were a turn-on
as they felt the hot burn of the knife slitting open their scrotums. The bawls
of shocked pain from the scraping cut of the knife on the testicle cords, was
music to my ears. I knew they were feeling the ultimate loss of their
masculinity, and it was exciting. I was always aware of the intense wetness
between my legs whenever I was cutting, and that night as I lay in bed
listening to the calves as they continued to bawl, my fingers went straight to
my pussy. I thrashed in the throes of orgasm for most of the night as I
thought of the lost balls.
As I grew older, I noticed something just a little unusual a few times. Not
often, but often enough to arouse my curiosity when it happened.
From time to time my father and the hired help would be away for a couple
days. Nothing unusual, just mending fences and the myriad of other chores that
were a constant thing on a working ranch. What was odd was at those times
there always seemed to be a woman I recognized from the community who would
arrive with a strange man. Her husband never once accompanied her, and the
pair of them, along with my mother, would carefully steal away to a small shop
adjacent to one of the smaller corrals. There was mostly just tack kept in
there, and when the men were away, it was near empty except for the sturdy
sawhorses for saddle storage, and a couple tables.
The shed had no windows, and I once kept watch as they went in there. It was a
long while before they came out, and the man who accompanied them appeared
dazed as they emerged. The woman I recognized was always quick to run for her
truck and drive very close to the shed, and the women and my mother always had
to assist the man into the cab of the truck. It was an odd sight, but I never
questioned my mother about it.
My cutting skills were kept constantly honed from my little part-time
activities at Mr. Henson’s hog barn. He paid me, and rather well, to do all
the necessary castrations of his hogs. It mostly involved removing the bean-
sized balls from tiny piglets, and that required nothing more than a couple
flicks of the blade to excise them. Sometimes my job was far more interesting,
and exciting. That was when a breeding boar had reached the end of his
usefulness as a sire, either to excessive size or incompatible lineage. These
were the cuttings I lived for.
On one particular afternoon, Mr. Henson called and asked if I was free for a
couple hours to assist him. My mother knew of my job of course, and she
innocently questioned him about what sort of castration I was going to be
performing. When Mr. Henson told her I was going to cut one of his older
boars, my mother insisted on going to observe the proceedings, and assist if
necessary since she knew I’d never had all that much practice on larger sets
of balls. A full grown boar definitely had large balls.
When we arrived at the Henson farm, Mr. Henson greeted us. He told us the boar
was already restrained in a pen, and that he would lash him down further once
we were ready. I was giddy with excitement as we walked toward the barn. I’d
seen these boars in action on many occasions as they serviced the large sows
that were the cornerstone of the Henson hog operation. The balls on these
boars were gigantic, like oversized footballs hanging off their asses.
As I got out my knife, emasculator, and the large bottle of turpentine from
the small black case I carried my equipment in, Mom and Mr. Henson passed a
rope through the narrow pen and tied the boar tightly against one side of the
pen. He grunted in protest, but I knew he would be protesting a lot louder
very soon.
The boar remained quite docile as Mom scrubbed his entire scrotum, and I think
he actually liked the sensation of her fondling his balls this roughly. As she
moved aside and I took her place behind the huge animal, I knelt down and
began the initial cut down the sac containing his left testicle. The boar
grunted and hunched as I continued cutting lower, carefully peeling away the
inner membranes and slowly baring the thick cord attaching his ball, and the
huge white orb itself. Working carefully, I actually held the huge testicle as
I pulled away all the connecting membranes. Mom handed me the sterilized
emasculators and I slid the jaws around the cord, sliding it up as close as
possible to the junction of flesh and cord. Squeezing as hard as I possible
could, I heard the satisfying crunch of the jaws biting into the cord and
tearing it apart. A slight twist and the full heft of the testicle dropped
into my hand. I held the warm ball for a moment, but dropped it quickly as the
boar squealed ungodly loud and fought the restraints. Cutting off such huge
balls had to be excruciating, and I worked a lot quicker at freeing up his
last nut. The scream from the boar as the emasculator completed his castration
was deep and soulful. It was as though he knew I’d just taken his very
maleness, and his days of spraying ropes of hot semen in any sow were over. As
a male he was useless for his intended purpose.
I was excited, aroused, and perfectly giddy with lust at the thrill I’d just
experienced. Even mother was wide-eyed and breathing heavily. That’s when I
noticed the pronounced bulge in the front of Mr. Henson’s cover-alls. Could a
man get excited at witnessing such a thing? A castration? All while knowing
the consequence of being cut?
The thought of Mr. Henson being turned on from watching, was still reeling in
my mind when my mother suddenly reached and ran her hand over the front of his
cover-alls, pressing and squeezing where his balls should be hanging. “Call me
when you want me to do you Eddie. Karin needs to learn to do a man. She could
do you if you like.”
I thought Mr. Henson was going to pass out he got so flushed, and that’s when
I noticed the growing wet spot on the front of his cover-alls. Did he just
ejaculate?
As we walked toward our truck, I asked my mother, “What did you mean by what
you said to Mr. Henson? And did he get excited…and you know…ejaculate?”
“Well Karin, you’re old enough to know some truths about men,” she laughed.
“And the fact is there are men out there that love the idea of being
castrated, and especially by a woman.”
“Really! Why on earth would they like or want that?”
“It’s just something they need and want badly,” Mom replied as her arm wrapped
my shoulder. “And it’s very exciting for the woman to be doing it too.”
“Have you…you know...ever?” I ask.
“Yes. Quite a few times actually. Have you ever noticed Edith bring over men
and we go into the tack room?”
“Yeah I’ve noticed.”
“Well that’s what goes on in there. Castrations. I castrate those sorts of
men. The men that crave that more than anything,” she replies. “I’m known as a
‘cutter’ in certain circles, and men seek me out for just that reason.”
“Can I watch some time? Can I learn to do that too?”
“Of course you can!” she laughed, “And from what I’ve seen today, Eddie Henson
might just be the next customer.”
“He wants that?”
“Oh yes…he definitely wants that,” mom laughs. “And I’m positive it’s you he
wants to do it.”
Three days later Mr. Henson called again. This time I was to castrate the
largest boar on his farm, an enormous bruiser by the name of Rocky. I told Mr.
Henson I’d be over first thing in the morning.
When Mom heard that I was going to cut Rocky, she insisted in helping out. She
also thought she’d bring her own equipment just in case. I thought it a little
unusual, but nothing more.
The familiar giddy excitement flowed through me like fire in my veins as I
prepped my equipment and Mr. Henson secured the large boar.
Whoever coined the phrase ‘rocky as a boar’s ass’ was certainly referring to
Rocky. His gigantic balls hung low, and strained the large bags of skin that
contained them. His balls were almost as big as soccer balls, and I was glad
that mom would assist. These balls were too big to cut free and hold at the
same time.
Both mom and I knelt behind Rocky, and she washed his scrotum as I readied my
trusty knife, arranging it and the emasculators on a cloth spread beside me.
Rocky barely grunted as I began the vertical cut on the left testicle. As the
skin parted, I gently opened the cut more and more. As I neared the underside
of his ball, mom reached and grasped the huge nut in both hands, slowly
pulling it away as I worked the cord free of the connecting tissues. She held
and pulled the huge testicle as I maneuvered the emasculator around the rope-
thick cord attaching it. Rocky was actually standing quiet, and probably
enjoying the sensation of mom squeezing and holding his huge testicle. He was
neither still nor quiet the moment the emasculator jaws gripped and began
crushing his cord. He squealed loudly as I squeezed with both hands and
finally heard the crunch of the separating cord. I had to knife the tough
outer membrane of the cord as the emasculator wouldn’t go through. Finally the
ball was free, and mom tossed it right at Mr. Henson’s feet.
It was as though Rocky finally realized exactly what was happening to him, and
he fought. He fought hard, squealing and grunting against the ropes. It was a
helpless effort though, and the moment he stopped I resumed my cutting. It was
as though he was resigned to his fate, and he just squealed but stood
perfectly still as I worked on his other nut. My fingers were quivering with
excitement as I grasped the thick cord and guided it into the jaws of the
emasculator. I could feel the warm flow of blood, and I knew I’d be crushing
the very life from Rocky’s last testicle in just a moment. I thought of all
the sperm and hormones that had flowed from the huge nut through that cord.
The very essence of his maleness. I was drenched at the crotch as the
emasculator took Rocky’s last ball, and his baleful squeal and grunted lunge
told me he understood. I loved the sensation of being the one to wield such
immense power.
Mom was panting with excitement as she tossed the huge ball aside. I looked up
to see Mr. Henson standing right next to me, and I looked directly at his
obvious rock-hard erection.
“Come on Eddie, its time. I know you want this,” Mom said as she rose up and
took Mr. Henson’s hand. “I’ll help Karin do you right now.”
“Ok,” Mr. Henson replied shakily. “Ok.”
“Come on Karin,” Mom said. “And fetch my equipment bag from the truck.”
“We’re going to…”
“Yes Karin. We’re going to castrate Eddie.”
We all kicked off out boots at the entrance to the house, and I followed mom
and Mr. Henson directly to his bedroom in the back of the house.
I was a little surprised as mom began removing her clothes, as did Mr. Henson.
“You too Karin,” mom said. “You need to be naked for this as well.”
I watched and undressed as both mom and Mr. Henson removed their clothing. I
was quite excited to see Mr. Henson’s cock so stiff and upright. I’d never
actually seen a man’s cock at this point. Sure I’d felt an erection through a
guy’s jeans before, but I had never actually seen how a cock stands so upright
and proud. And the balls…oh how sweet those balls look.
I watch as Mr. Henson sits on the edge of the bed and then lays back, his legs
still on the floor. I walk over beside him, naked as a jaybird. I think his
cock stiffens even more.
“Can I touch it?” I ask as mom readies her equipment. “Can I touch his cock?”
“Of course you can. It’s expected, and even necessary,” mom replied. “We’ll
have to make him cum while we castrate him.”
I watched with some fascination as mom knelt between his legs and spread his
legs as far apart as possible. She then used her electric razor to shave Mr.
Henson’s bag and some of the hair surrounding his crotch. Her other hand
firmly grasping his cock, and stroking it slowly.
“Here Karin, use your hands on his cock while I finish shaving him,” mom said.
“But not too hard. We don’t want him going off just yet.”
Mr. Henson looked at me, and I saw his eyes rove my breasts and lower to my
crotch. He simply gazed for a moment, and then closed his eyes as my hand
explored a man’s cock for the first time. I liked how he moaned as my fingers
traced the flared crown, and I saw a droplet of clear fluid oozing from the
tip. I moved closer to the bed as Mr. Henson’s hand reached to cup my ass, and
I felt his fingers reaching.
I couldn’t help but spread a little, and I felt his fingers touch in that
special spot that always made me quiver. I pressed against his fingers as the
sensations built.
“We’re going to cut you Eddie,” my mother says quiet and soothingly as her
fingers rub and manipulate Mr. Henson’s balls. “And it’s Karin who will
emasculate you. She will be the one to cut the manhood from you. It will be at
her hand that you feel the very moment of that loss. The loss of ever being a
total man again. Do you want that Eddie? Do you really want that?”
“Yes,” Mr.’ Henson croaks in a voice steeped in lust. “Please yes…please.”
I’m in awe that a woman can have such control over a man. And that a man would
so want this, and to almost beg to have his balls cut out.
“Come here Karin. I’ll tell you exactly what to do. You’ll do the castrating
this time.”
I missed the sensation of Mr. Henson’s fingers pressed against my pussy, but I
wanted to cut him even more. I was flushed with desire, and it was a desire to
castrate.
Moving into position between Mr. Henson’s legs, I saw mom had laid out her
equipment on a black velvet cloth just off to one side. I saw the droop of
scrotum from the rather impressively sized balls, and I immediately wanted to
cut.
My hands were amazingly steady as I snapped on the latex gloves and picked up
the delicate little scalpel.
“Make a very small incision,” my mother coached as I touched the scalpels edge
to the soft skin of Mr. Henson’s scrotum. “You just need a small incision on
both sides.”
As the thin line of red followed the keen edge down the side of Mr. Henson’s
left testicle, he flinched slightly.
“That’s ok Eddie,” my mother crooned as she stroked his cock. “The burn will
go away soon enough. Karin will have you’re balls out real soon.”
I could see the veined purplish orb showing, and I stopped. I listened and
followed my mothers explicit instructions. Under her guidance, I soon had both
of Mr. Henson’s balls out of his scrotum and laying on their respective
thighs. I was amazed at how long the attaching cords were. No animal I’d cut
had cords this long.
I listened as my mother told Eddie what his balls looked like, how big they
were. And how they were swelling with his final spurt of cum as an entire man.
His cock was raging hard as mother spoke to him.
I picked up the small and delicately sized emasculators as mother leaned
toward me and whispered, “Take his last ball before he’s done squirting his
load. They love that.”
I watched in awe as my mother moved beside Mr. Henson and took his cock into
her mouth, licking and sucking as she stroked. I’d never seen this before, nor
even contemplated that my mother might know about such things.
Still intently watching Mr. Henson’s cock sliding in and out of my mothers
mouth, I noticed the most amazing thing. Mr. Henson’s balls were indeed
getting larger, in fact a lot larger, and he began moaning.
“Get ready Karin,” My mother hisses as her mouth left his cock for just a
moment. “Cut him while he’s squirting! And cut him high!”
I slipped the emasculator jaws around the twisting cord of his left testicle,
shoving the jaws just inside the slit in his scrotum. I knew what a high cut
was.
Mother’s mouth came off the end of Mr. Henson’s cock, and I felt his nut swell
even more, and pulsate as I grasped it between my fingers. “Now Karin,” she
cried out as I looked up and saw semen jetting from Mr. Henson’s cock all over
my mothers face. “Take them! Castrate him now!”
The squirting seemed to intensify as I crushed the cord on the left nut and
immediately got the emasculators around the opposite cord. Mr. Henson’s cried
out and his hips bucked wildly as the jaws tore through the cord, and his last
nut came away in my hand. I was so excited that my own orgasm came as almost a
shock. I actually dropped the emasculators and grabbed my crotch with both
hands as I realized what I’d just done, and how good it felt. I was hooked on
the heady sensations.
I heard what sounded like choking moans coming from Mr. Henson as my mother
continued to slowly stroke his withering cock. A couple last dribbles of semen
dripped as she let it flop onto his cum-drenched belly. I never knew a man
could ejaculate that much.
“I’m going to leave you something for the pain Eddie,” my mother said softly.
“And I’ll come check on you later. It looks real good though. It was a very
clean castration.”
After cleaning up the wounds on the side of Mr. Henson’s scrotum, mother and I
left him resting on the bed. The painkillers would take effect soon, and the
ice pack was already helping. Looking at his flaccid and very shriveled cock
excited me. Never again would it stand thick, swollen, and so manly proud. I’d
made him that way. I had taken his manhood. I had castrated him.
As we drove home, our discussion centered on castrating men, and how my mother
got as turned on while doing it as I did. She confessed to actually fucking
men prior to castrating them, at least the young and more inexperience ones.
She told me she lost her virginity during a castration, and she fucked the
subject as another cutter did him. It’s also how I chose to lose my own.
In the years since I cut Mr. Henson, I’ve been called upon, perhaps even more
often than my mother, to castrate the men that relish the thought of a woman
taking their manhood. Nothing is more exciting than seeing the last swollen
nut cut from a man.
The knife is the method I prefer for a castration, and the one I most often
recommend. In conversations with post-castration men, it was the sudden
intense pain and the absolute profoundness of the instant finality of manhood
that made their castrations so special.
Some choose other means of ending their manhood, and of course I willingly
oblige. I’ve banded many a submissive eager to sacrifice his balls to his
mistress, and the long delayed castration leaves her panting. I’ve used
burdizzo squeezes on straying husbands brought to me by angry wives. The
burdizzo is perfect for them; with it’s quick, clean, and sudden finality as
the wife watches and grins. For the men who simply desire relief from the
powerful urges coursing through their veins, I always recommend the knife.
There is nothing more final than a man watching as his balls dangle from my
fingers.
These are all men that can never forget the special moment in their lives that
only a cutter like me can provide. Could you?
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Thecia's bad day | STRAIGHT, TESTICLES | A short fantasy Thecia story. Of course it's fiction and not for minors. | Thecia’s bad day
My name is Thecia, I’m a 31 year old underground cutter. I’m also an engineer
who works at various oil refineries around the world.
I woke on a Tuesday morning to a 4 AM phone call from an old and intoxicated
boy friend. After putting him in his place I returned to a furtive sleep until
my six o’clock alarm. I had an early morning pressure test on several miles of
new refinery pipeline. A successful test would mean a big bonus for me. There
were thousands of welds and hundreds of flanges, so a perfect test on the
first try was not likely. I stopped for my morning coffee, it turned out to be
cold and made wrong. The pipeline test failed in a slew of places. It was not
a good day.
On the way home from work I stopped at the supermarket to pick up a few
things. On my way out of the store I saw a pickup truck back out of a spot and
drag its bumper down the length of my car, causing a deep cut from the front
fender to the start of the back door. The truck just drove away. I got the
license number and took note or the unique decal in the back window.
I started to call 911 when my evil side popped up, I could make this day
better yet.
I learned from one of my cop friends that he was a low life petty criminal and
a town bully.
He lived in a nearby town at 23 Spooner Street (ironically the same address as
Peter Griffin)
He opened the door and asked of me “What do you want?” I told him that he hit
my car and I wanted him to stand up and take care of it.
His reply was, “Fuck you cunt!” as he tried to slam the door. My taser was a
little quicker than he was and in a nanosecond he was writhing on the floor in
tears. From the corner of my eye I spotted a battle scarred pit bull coming at
me. The taser had recharged and it put the dog on the floor with his master. I
hog tied the dog and cuffed the man before the affects wore off.
I cut the man’s clothes off to reveal a pretty impressive package, a cock that
was maybe a very thick eight inches and balls the size of lemons.
With practiced ease I put an elastrator band over his nuts and looped my
monofilament fishing line around his sack just below the band. He couldn’t see
what I was doing, but he knew it wasn’t a good thing. He said, “I’m going to
kill you, you fucking cunt.” I told him that somehow I didn’t think he would
have the balls to do that. I pulled the improvised wooden handles of my
garrote and in a flash his big balls bounced onto the seventies era shag rug.
He began to scream, “My Balls! My Balls.” but it was too late, his big nuts
were mine.
The pit bull was struggling mightily against his bonds. He was obviously used
in the fight ring. I wouldn’t put up with that either. Using exactly the same
method his canine nuts fell on the same outdated shag rug.
The day turned out to be not so bad after all. I had to pay for my own car
repairs, but it was worth it.
I stopped at a Greek diner on the way home and had a little spinach pie. It
hit the spot. Nutting always makes me hungry.
Respectfully submitted,
Thecia
[email protected]
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Behold My Eunuch Slave Boy | PENECTOMY, TESTICLES, asexual being | My plans to further modify the body of my eunuch slave to turn him into a perfectly sexless being, and display him as an art object to the world, along with the account of his experiences to date I commanded him to write. | Behold My Eunuch Slave Boy
Alexandra
I’m so fortunate to have met a man that became my slave four years ago, and
recently allowed me to have him gelded. I’ve since named him Attis, after the
legendary mortal that first castrated himself to honor the great mother
goddess. I commanded him to write his own story, which follows my brief
comments, because I thought that would be the best way to let people realize
how positive our mistress-slave relationship is. After all, I don’t keep him
chained all the time when I’m out, and he could leave at any time if he really
wanted to. Many “normal” people would consider our relationship
sadomasochistic, but then so many of them lead lives of such boring monotony.
Certain things he said in the first few months of our relationship revealed to
me his deep desires, though he may not be aware of that. So on that first day
after three months of “normality” when he first assumed the slave role, I knew
he really wanted to be left trussed up naked in my basement that night, as he
relates. Fulfilling his fantasy of submission encouraged my dormant fantasy of
domination, though initially I probably lagged behind him in finding our
mutual roles. I should never have condescended to a discussion of his being
castrated, but should merely have commanded it as the duty of a slave to his
mistress’ whim; I knew by then it would please him to see me holding his
severed testicles in my hand, as I did after the operation. That was a moment
of such rapture for both of us, as it inseparably bonded us for life, and I
knew I would have to be an even more forceful mistress to make him happy.
As will be clear from his account, Attis is a true exhibitionist, and really
wants his body to become a stunning object and a work of art, on display for
all to see, whether to laugh, or mock, or admire. He really enjoys being
trussed up spread-eagled naked, displaying his now-gelded and soon to be fully
tattooed body. And now I so much enjoy seeing him that way, he offering his
naked body to me and through me to the world, and I so proud, knowing now that
he’ll be my slave forever to do with as I please. We’re really loving
collaborators in the project now, I the active paintbrush, he the receptive
canvas. After reading his account, I’ve planned a special treat for both of
us.
I’ve already had the tattoo patterns drawn, and I’ve arranged for the tattoo
artist to accompany us this year to the Burning Man Art Festival in Nevada,
where nudity is commonplace. I’ve arranged to rent an RV to drive there. Attis
will be trussed up naked each day, and he’ll be on display to thousands as a
living, evolving work of art. We’ll begin with the penis tattoo, as I know
that will provide my slave the greatest humiliation, and the greatest
pleasure. It would also make a great documentary. The penis tattoo isn’t going
to be integral to the design, because recently I’ve decided to have his cock
removed as well; it so much spoils the clean lines of his new eunuch’s form.
We’ll be leaving an untattooed area on his body, because I think a skin graft
over his groin will be needed to achieve the look I want in the end: no cock,
no balls, no vagina, just an inconspicuous little pee-hole in a smooth mound.
No hurry, maybe in a year or two. This time, when I decide the time is right,
it will truly be a command to him, and, I hope, a surprise. My creation: not
an androgyne, but a perfectly sexless being.
Meanwhile I’ll also have to look into some of the European fashion shows,
where nude male models have been used as decoration in past shows. Attis would
make the perfect accent, led naked by a chain across the catwalk by a haughty
model in high heels carrying a gelding clamp, he like a sleek neutered
greyhound.
Attis’ story in his own words…(I’ve made a few minor edits correcting
grammar.)
I haven’t worn any clothing for four years, though my castration is more
recent. My mistress commanded her slave to write this account, and she says
she’ll try to have it published.
About three months after our “normal” sexual relationship started, one day I
suggested she tie me up in the basement. Being a naked slave had been one of
my fantasies for a long time, but I’d never revealed this to her. I’d noticed
two of the steel support posts in her basement were less than six feet apart,
so I suggested she tie my wrists and ankles to the posts, spread-eagling me
wide apart. I still wasn’t sure what her reaction would be, but she jumped at
the idea; it turns out she’d always had this fantasy of having a naked slave
to toy with; I suspect many women do, but don’t have the courage to carry this
out fully, and perhaps many men don’t have the inclination to really and truly
become slaves to the woman that owns them.
After tying me up, my mistress went back upstairs and shortly came back down
with her video camera, which she set up on a table pointing at me. She’d never
taped any previous sexual intimacies. She did some relatively tame things,
like rubbing olive oil into my skin all over to make it glisten, then
decorating my body with glitter; paddling my behind with a board; and sticking
her vibrating dildo up my anus. After about an hour, she said, “Time for
bed…but you’ll stay here tonight, slave.” She went upstairs, turned out the
light, and left me tied up till the morning. She left the dildo up my ass; it
was heavily ribbed and stayed there all night, and took what seemed like an
hour before the batteries wore down.
This went on a few days each week with new variations for several months—I
still had my own apartment then—when we decided to make our fantasies
permanent. I was unhappy at my job, and my mistress made enough at hers to
support us both. She also has a large house on fifteen isolated heavily-wooded
rural acres that she inherited from her mother, with a large fenced back yard
and no close neighbors. I moved in and the first thing she did was to burn all
my clothes in a bonfire in the back yard; I was now truly a totally naked
slave who didn’t own a stitch of clothing, just as I’d dreamed of being for
years. It was then decreed that as a lowly slave I had to crawl on my hands
and knees, and couldn’t get up without her permission; if I wanted her
attention, I’d have to whimper and lick her feet. She also gave me a list of
chores, and told me I’d have to have dinner ready when she came in from work
each day, and then lie down prone on the table while she spread the meal
across my naked body. After she finished, I could then have my meal out of a
dog bowl on all fours.
After a year, my mistress starting networking and discovering other people,
men and women, who shared her fantasy, and she decided she’d pimp me out. Her
only condition was that she had to be there to observe, to make sure her
property wasn’t damaged. Once or twice has she had to ask someone to leave
when they started getting too rough, but she soon had a regular clientele of
around a dozen people she could trust not to do anything that would cause me
permanent disfigurement. She likes to videotape the sessions if the clients
don’t mind.
Once a month she’ll invite the clients over for a picnic while I’m trussed up
on display. Sometimes they’ll set up the garden hose and just let it soak me
for hours; other times they’ll take turns painting my body, or tar and feather
me (using molasses and confetti). And they’ll compare notes on what each did
with me during their nighttime private sessions, which often brings back fond
memories for me. I should say that early on my mistress obtained a round metal
hoop that she hung from a high tree limb. The hoop hangs on a rope that goes
to a windlass, and I’ll stand within, my limbs spread in an “x”, as she binds
my ankles and wrists; she must have had the hoop specially made to fit me,
with two small rectangular platforms welded on for me to stand on. She’ll then
raise the hoop with the windlass so the bottom is a few feet above the ground.
Most weekends I’ll be in the hoop all day, as she sits in her chair nearby,
sips lemonade, and reads. It’s such an idyllic life.
The idea of making me a eunuch came up gradually. Since I’d become her
permanent slave, I no longer penetrated her anyway. I couldn’t touch her
unless with permission, and I was her compliant toy. My mistress started
telling me about the great mother goddess Cybele, whose priests dedicated
themselves to her service by self-castration. She suggested my gelding could
be the only permanent declaration and mark of my dedication to her. At that
point I’d already been her naked slave for more than three years. We love each
other, but it is only by the roles of mistress and slave that we have each
come to a realization of our own inner needs, she for domination, and I for
total submission to her will.
It may be weeks between times my mistress deigns to allow her slave to speak.
She relaxed the usual mistress-slave rule to ask me about being gelded, and I
totally agreed each time she asked over a period of several months. However,
she knew the risks of castration, and additionally she decided that it had to
be done very cleanly. “I want my slave nice and smooth down there,” she said.
Also, she made some discrete inquiries with the clients and eliminated those
she thought would have problems with my gelding in advance. “How about I have
the slave castrated?” she’d ask. Apparently she could tell from the initial
reaction which clients would, and which would not, still enjoy me as a eunuch.
I don’t know how she did it, or how much it cost, but my mistress eventually
found a doctor willing to perform the surgery at home. The doctor turned out
to be a woman, and maybe she was fulfilling a fantasy of her own by taking off
a guy’s balls. She did a good job using a local anesthetic, and the pain was
only annoying for a few days. My testicles were preserved and sealed in a
plastic rectangle that sits on my mistress’ desk as a paperweight; inside a
little brass strip is inscribed “The gift of Attis to Cybele.” She decided to
tan my scrotum; I now proudly wear it as her gift on a leather thong around my
neck as an additional mark of my dedication to my goddess and her love for me,
a love so great that she would take the pains to permanently modify my body to
make it more pleasing to her, a love so great that she would proudly allow her
slave’s body to be viewed and shared with a few others like her, like an art
collector showing a rare piece to fellow connoisseurs, allowing them to touch
and handle it.
After a few weeks my mistress held a “coming out” party to introduce my newly-
gelded body to the regular clients, with me trussed upside down in the hoop
outside to better show me off. I was so proud of her when she caned me on the
ass a few times, stuck a dildo in my anus, and then said, “Behold my eunuch
slave boy.” She then invited them to run their hands over the now-healed
vacancy where my sack had once been. When she served snacks she dumped a mound
of guacamole dip there, and I was the serving bowl.
It’s been six months since I’ve been cut, and I haven’t noticed any really
negative effects. I swim laps in the backyard pool daily and have a regular
exercise regime to keep my body in shape, so maybe this helps. She daily runs
her hands along my entire body, feeling and checking the muscling, to make
sure I don’t go soft. My mistress insists that her slave keeps trim, and she
has picked up a few new clients who are fascinated in having a eunuch as a
plaything. I only wish she could walk me out in public naked in a dog collar
and chain so she could have the joy of showing off her naked eunuch slave to
everyone. I imagine also having a little collar and chain on my penis attached
to the dog collar, pulling it up tight on my belly so everyone can clearly see
I’ve been gelded by my mistress, and the exquisite pain I’d experience having
my penis tugged at with each step.
After my cutting, my mistress got a depilatory laser and carefully removed the
traces of body and facial hair, in preparation to next having me tattooed from
feet to forehead to wrists, including my vestigial penis. This time she hasn’t
asked my opinion; maybe now that she’s taken away my balls she sees me more as
her slave than before, which really pleases me. She’s come a long way. I like
to imagine the tattoo needles pouring the dye into my skin, making me ever
more her slave. When the tattoo’s finished, I hope she’ll take lots of
pictures and circulate them widely.
My mistress also videotaped my castration. Actually, she’s got quite a library
of videos of her slave submitting to her will by now, and I hope she’ll
preserve them and try to get them published. She says that when I die, she’s
going to have a taxidermist preserve and mount my body, and then leave it to a
sex museum she knows of; she thinks “Tattooed Gelded Sex Toy” would be a good
name for the exhibit. I was so honored by that. Maybe they can play some of
her videos to go with the display of my body, especially the castration and
the tattooing. I hope I can die young so my body is still in good shape.
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Trust | TESTICLES, MINOR | How I learned to not trust people. | Dad grew up during the great depression and got out of school just in time for
World War II, and like most men of that generation he believed that a man’s
word was everything. He felt that an untrustworthy guy was completely useless
and once a fellow had proved himself trustworthy you could put your life in
his hands and be sure that he wouldn’t let you down. He held in contempt
anyone who went back on his word or failed to do what he promised, and there
were some people that Dad completely shunned and wouldn’t have anything to do
with because they’d reneged on a deal or let him down in some way. He
instilled the same sense of honor in me and even as a little kid I wouldn’t
take another kid’s candy or toys or purposely tell a lie. I also learned to
trust my best friend implicitly, and that’s what ultimately cost me my balls.
Dad was a finish carpenter and cabinetmaker and he worked for large firm that
did a lot of fancy houses. The framers, or rough carpenters, erected the shell
of the house and then turned it over to the other tradesmen. Dad would come
along after the plaster was up and install the window trim, doors, and
wainscotings as well as fabricate and install the cabinetwork. He taught me
the basics of woodworking and although I lacked his skill and attention to
detail, by the time I turned eleven I had free rein to use all of the hand and
power tools in the little shop in our back yard. This ability also contributed
to my castration.
My best, and most trusted friend back then was Pat Bailey. Pat lived just down
the road and his mom was a friend of my parents, so even as pre-schoolers we
got together for occasional play dates. We started school together, and except
for occasional tiffs we got along great and he was always welcome at our
dinner table and I at his.
We were eleven-year-old kids when our class studied Colonial History. We were
both fascinated by the pillories that held a miscreant by his or her head and
hands immobile in the public square for all to ridicule. “Let’s make one!” Pat
said, knowing that I had the ability.
“What for?” I wasn’t quite as taken by the contraption as he.
“I’ll be cool,” he said. I finally agreed, and after school we went into the
backyard shop and went to work. Pat was allowed to use hand tools only, so I
cut the required semicircular notches in a pair of two by sixes while he
sanded the edges smooth. We attached a strap hinge along one end and a hasp to
the other, and found an old dog chain snap for a lock. We didn’t get as far as
a frame for the whole contraption before Pat stuck his head and hands into the
notches and told me to lock it up.
“What do you think?” I asked as he tested the strength of the thing, looking
for opportunities to escape.
“Cool,” he said. I responded by tickling him in his ribs to point where he
peed his pants. I let him loose and took his place in the thing. I wasn’t
ticklish so I had nothing to fear. Then he gave my prepubescent scrotum a
little tap.
“Ouch!” I cried out. “No fair! Knock it off!” He finally stopped laughing long
enough to let me loose, and by that time I could also see some humor in the
situation. We made a promise to respect each other’s sensitive areas and
messed around with it a few more times before casting it aside in favor of
other childhood interests.
I changed a lot that summer, and although we didn’t compare notes it was
obvious that Pat had too, but it wasn’t until the first day of school and we
stripped down for Seventh grade PE and saw each other naked that we both
realized that we were special: a couple of the other kids had a few downy
curls, fine as smoke and nearly transparent adorning their crotches, but Pat
and I both had luxurious dark bushes. I was too embarrassed to tell even my
best friend that I had also acquired a depraved, filthy, and perverted habit.
I was certain that I was the only kid so addicted to something that I knew was
wrong but that felt so good.
There was no such thing as sex education for Seventh graders in 1962, but as
more of the class entered puberty the exchange of knowledge increased
exponentially, and my dad eventually got up enough courage to explain a few
things to me and I learned that masturbation was a normal adolescent activity.
Pat wasn’t quite as lucky; his dad had died years ago, and his mom, a nurse,
took a dim view of self-abuse and preached that he’d likely go blind if he
continued the perversion. Pat shared a small house with one bathroom with two
younger sisters, so he frequently took refuge in the old barn behind the
house, and I sometimes joined him to compare techniques and cock length. We
never touched each other, let alone swapped slop, but we looked at dirty
pictures and jacked off together.
Curiosity killed the cat, they say, and it was also curiosity that killed my
balls. Roger Johnson passed a small object around our lunch table one day.
“What is it?” I asked. The small green rubber ring was slightly larger than a
Cheerio.
“It’s a lastrater band,” he explained. “My cousin gave it to me. It’s how they
turn bulls into steers.”
“Huh?” I said. I knew that milk came from cows and that matadors fought bulls
in Mexico and that TV cowboys rounded up steers and drove them to market, but
I didn’t know that steers were man-made.
“You know, steers,” Roger explained. “They take a calf, a bull calf that is,
and put the band around the nutsack. The balls fall off after a while and then
you have a steer.”
“How do they do that?” Pat asked, trying to stretch the band. It wouldn’t
budge a fraction of an inch.
“It goes on the end of a special tool,” Roger explained. “My cousin showed it
to me. You squeeze the handles and it opens right up. Then you open the
handles and roll the band off. Want to try it out?” No one said anything, but
five hands nonchalantly disappeared under the table to enter five pockets and
surreptitiously fondle ten testicles.
“Come on over after school,” Pat meant the barn, “and bring that thing we made
last year.”
“The pillory?” I had forgotten about it.
“Yeah. It’ll be really cool,” Pat said. By now I’d figured out that ‘cool’
meant something that would give Pat a boner, and that ‘really cool’ meant that
he’d probably get his rocks off.
The wooden device was right where I had left it, but I couldn’t fine the snap
that secured the hasp, so I grabbed my bicycle lock instead and hurried over
to join Pat in the barn. Pat pulled some ordinary rubber bands out of his
pocket and dropped his pants and held his hands up beside his head. “Lock me
up, then put some of the rubber bands around my balls,” he said. “It’ll be
just like putting one of Roger’s bands on a calf. He knows it’s there, but
can’t do anything about it.”
“Put the bands on yourself,” I replied, looking down at Pat’s crotch. He had
the start of a boner and his balls sagged low in the afternoon heat. “I’ll
lock you up but I don’t want to touch your balls.”
“Okay,” he said and doubled one of the rubber bands and slipped it over his
scrotum. It wasn’t tight enough to suit him, so he stretched it out and
doubled it again, the added more bands until his balls were constricted into a
small, slightly hairy lump. He was fully erect now, with his four-inch
adolescent boner almost vertical against his belly. “Lock me up.”
I positioned the wooden pillory around his neck and wrists and closed the hasp
and clicked the lock shut. “How’s it feel?” I asked.
“Weird,” he said, then started thrusting his hips as if trying to fuck air. He
bent forward, almost double, squirmed around a little, then straightened up,
tensed, and shot four big streams of semen. My dick and balls were at least as
big as his, but I could never match his volume. I had a bathroom of my own and
could also take a sock to bed and jack off whenever I pleased. His mom watched
him like a hawk and made him sleep with his bedroom door open, and she checked
his sheets, tee shirts, and underwear daily. It was only during her once a
week swing shifts that he could slip away to the barn and get rid of a week’s
load. “Okay, let me loose.”
“Are you sure?” I asked, teasing him a little.
“It hurts now! Hurry!” He pleaded. I let him loose and he quickly unwound the
bands from around his scrotum. “Your turn,” he said, “unless you’re chicken.”
I was a twelve-year-old macho he-man stud with hair on my balls, and nobody
called me chicken.
“They need to be tighter,” he commented after I had doubled a couple of rubber
bands around my balls. “If they aren’t tight enough to cut off circulation it
won’t count.”
I stretched the bands tight and doubled them again and held up my hands to
accept the pillory.
It didn’t really hurt at first; it was just kind of a pressure down there with
the sensation that someone was gently squeezing my balls, and it wasn’t until
I looked that I realized that I had a boner. It was weird having a boner that
I couldn’t touch or do anything about, and I responded the same way Pat had by
bending forward in an effort to get some friction. Had I not jacked off that
morning I might have been able to get off like Pat had. As it was I couldn’t,
and after a few minutes my boner actually began to be uncomfortable.
“Okay, I’ve had enough. Unlock me.” It was neat having a guy like Pat that I
could trust standing by with the key. Some of the other guys in my class were
genuine assholes and would just laugh at me and watch me suffer.
“Crap!” Pat exclaimed, using what was for him the ultimate swear word. “I
dropped the key! It went under the floor.” I looked down, and sure enough, the
key had fallen through one of the gaps between the boards and was lying on the
ground beneath the barn. “Do you want me to get the key or take the bands
off?” Pat asked.
Like I said, I trusted Pat. He was a good friend that I could always count on,
but I didn’t want him messing with my balls. “Get the key,” I said. “ I’m okay
for a few more minutes.”
Pat slid under the floor and retrieved the key, and had just opened the door
to the barn. “Crap!” He said, “Here comes Mom.”
I heard a car door slam, then “Patrick, come here right now! You were supposed
to go over to Dr. Wales right after school. You’re an hour late and he called.
Get it the car right now.” Pat’s mom was so paranoid about Pat’s perversion
making him go blind that she had his vision checked every six months, even
though he was the only one in his family that didn’t wear glasses.
“But Mom,”
“Don’t sass me, young man, and don’t think I don’t know what you were doing in
the barn. Come on now, hurry up.”
“I’ll be right back,” Pat whispered as he closed the door.
“Don’t forget to lock the barn door,” Pat’s mom hollered, and I heard the
click of the padlock and the car door slam.
My best friend, the one person I completely trusted, had left me trussed up
with my balls in jeopardy instead of defying his mom for the fifteen seconds
that it would have taken to unlock me. I was pissed off, but not really in
great danger. It didn’t hurt too badly and my boner had subsided, and Pat
would be back within a half hour or forty-five minutes. There was another way
out of the barn, but it involved climbing up a rope and swinging out through
the hay hole, and even if I could get outside I’d still have my pants down
around my ankles and my banded balls would be visible for all to see, so I
complacently sat back to wait for Pat’s return.
An hour later the pain was almost unbearable, and every time I moved it felt
like taking a hard thump to the nuts, and as soon as Pat got back I intended
to demonstrate to him just how it felt. Of course I didn’t know at the time
that Pat’s mom had wrecked the car and that they were both in the hospital and
would be kept there overnight.
I don’t remember a lot about the next ten hours; I was in kind of a self-
inflicted coma and had lost all track of time, and the only things I remember
were the flies that kept landing on my balls and the constant pain. It was
only afterwards that I learned the whole story. Pat’s mom’s injuries were non-
critical, and she’d called my mom to pick up Pat’s sisters and bring them to
the hospital, and Mom spent most of the night there while Pat was in surgery.
Since I hadn’t been with Pat it was assumed that I was safe and sound
somewhere because, after all, I was trustworthy. It wasn’t until Ten that
night that anyone figured out that I was missing and it wasn’t until the next
day that I was located and by then my nuts were history, done in by curiosity,
my craftsmanship, and the trust I had placed in a friend.
Ironically I ended up in the same pediatric ward as Pat. Even though I’d been
castrated and would spend the rest of my life as an asexual eunuch, he was
worse off. Few of the cars had seatbelts back then and Pat had gone through
the windshield. He had a broken arm, a mild concussion, and his eyes were full
of broken glass. His mom was right: His jacking off had resulted in blindness.
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Interview with a Modifier - Part 6 | NULLIFICATION | Dr. James tells the story of Peter and Victor, a master/slave couple. | ` Questioner: You've certainly worked with some interesting couples in your
work. `
James: I think the most memorable couple was Victor and Peter, who contacted
me because they wanted to discuss modifications for Peter.
When they arrived, I couldn’t imagine a more unusual couple. Victor was 52
years old, very tall and muscular. He wore a leather vest with no shirt,
showing off his very hairy chest and pierced nipples. He had a shaved head and
a beard.
Peter, on the other hand, was only 17 years old. He was thin and not very
tall. He was barefoot and wore a white tank top and terry cloth shorts. I
doubt if he had begun shaving yet, as his body was almost completely hairless.
They had met when Peter was just 15. It was a typical story, unfortunately.
Peter was kicked out of the house by his parents when they discovered he was
gay. He began selling his body to survive. Victor saw Peter on the street and
took him home for sex.
Victor was very much into leather, and he introduced Peter to bondage and
aspects of S&M.; Peter enjoyed being dominated by his leather daddy. It gave
him a sense of security that he hadn’t known. The two of them quickly fell in
love, and Peter moved in with Victor.
When they came to me, Victor said he wanted to modify Peter’s body, but wanted
to make sure it was done safely.
Q: What kind of modifications did he want to make?
J: Victor wanted Peter to be circumcised, and a meatotomy performed on his
glans.
Q: What exactly is a meatotomy?
J: That is when the underside of the head of the penis is split open. It’s a
fairly common procedure in the S&M; community. Victor also wanted the head of
Peter’s penis to be pierced and a large-gauge ring to be inserted.
Peter spoke up and said he was eager for the procedure. He said he loved
Victor very much and wanted to modify his body to please him. The two of them
were holding hands and smiling at each other. It was obvious they were in
love.
Q: Did you perform the modifications?
J: Yes. I had Peter take off his clothes so I could examine him. I noticed
that Peter’s nipples, which were quite small, had already been pierced. I was
most surprised, though, when I saw that his left buttock had been branded with
the letter “V”. Peter said he was proud that his master had given his mark to
him.
Peter’s penis was unremarkable, a little on the small size. So I told them
that I could perform the modifications whenever they were ready. They said to
go ahead right away.
After Peter lay down on the examining table, I told them I’d perform the
circumcision first. I offered a local anesthetic, but Victor said he wanted
Peter to feel the procedure being done to him. He held Peter’s hand as I
clamped the foreskin.
I said, “Here goes,” and used the scalpel to cut away the foreskin. Peter’s
body jerked and he cried out briefly, but Victor stroked his head and told him
that everything was going to be okay. It only took a short time to complete
the circumcision.
Q: What about the meatotomy? Did you use anesthetic for that?
J: Once more I offered it, but again Victor said he wanted Peter to experience
what was happening to him. I warned them that it would be quite painful, but
Peter said to go ahead.
I inserted the scalpel into Peter’s glans and sliced downward. This time Peter
cried out very loudly and his body shook. Victor held him down and told him
that it would be over faster if he remained still.
Peter sobbed as I opened up the head of his penis, but he didn’t resist. After
I finished, Victor handed me a large gauge ring and pointed to where he wanted
it. I pierced the glans and inserted the ring, with Peter continuing to sob. I
was impressed with how well Peter took the whole experience. I certainly
wouldn’t have done as well.
I gently wrapped Peter’s penis in a gauze bandage, and explained how to best
insure it heal without the wound closing. Victor kissed Peter’s face, wet with
tears, telling him how proud he was of him.
Q: Did the meatotomy heal properly?
J: Yes, it did. They returned a few weeks later. The opening was quite red, of
course, but there was no sign of infection. Peter smiled as I examined his
penis. He seemed quite proud of what had been done to him.
About six months later, I got another visit from Victor and Peter, saying they
wanted to modify Peter’s penis again. This time they wanted to open up the
entire underside of his penis in a subincision. Peter was very excited by the
idea.
When I examined Peter, I noticed that a large sound was inserted in his
urethra. Victor said it was called a Prince’s Wand, and that he was stretching
Peter’s urethra for sex play. The meatotomy had healed very well, so I said
there was no reason not to perform the subincision.
Q: How exactly did you perform the subincision?
J: Again, they insisted that no anesthetic be used. I clamped the base of the
penis to minimize blood flow and decrease the pain. Then I clamped the tissue
to be cut using hemostats, leaving them on for about half an hour. When I took
the clamp off the tissue, it was paper-thin and translucent, making it easier
to cut.
After using a scalpel to open the underside of Peter’s shaft, I sutured it to
prevent it from closing up during healing. The bleeding stopped after I
applied direct pressure to it.
Q: How did Peter respond to the surgery?
J: Again, he was very brave. He sobbed the whole time, but kept quite still.
Victor cradled Peter’s head to his chest, kissing his face and whispering to
him the whole time.
I was really impressed by the loving relationship between them. It showed me
that a master/slave relationship is based on love and trust, and not simply a
matter of one partner dominating the other.
I told them not to engage in any sex involving Peter’s penis for several
weeks. Victor said that wouldn’t be a problem, as Peter was completely passive
in their sex play. Peter said he hadn’t experienced an orgasm during sex with
Victor for many months. He said he experienced pleasure by sucking Victor’s
penis, and having him fuck him.
During a follow-up examination, I saw that Peter’s urethra had been widened
considerably due to the use of the Prince’s Wand. Peter smiled and said the
goal was to stretch the urethra enough for Victor to insert his small finger
into it.
Q: Tell me about the next visit from Victor and Peter.
J: Well, Peter’s appearance had changed from the last appointment. Not only
was his head shaved, but his eyebrows were also gone. And he wore a leather
collar.
Victor said they wanted Peter to have a glansectomy, the removal of the head
of his penis. When I examined Peter, I saw that rings had been inserted the
length of the underside of his shaft, on both sides of the subincision.
I spent some time telling them about this latest procedure, saying them that
it would greatly reduce the sensation in Peter’s penis, as the glans has many
nerve endings that produce pleasure. But Peter said that Victor’s pleasure was
all he cared about, and he wanted this procedure done.
So, I agreed, first removing the large ring from Peter’s glans. The surgery
took about half an hour. Once again, no anesthesia was used.
After stitching the wound, I gave Peter a painkiller. Victor thanked me for
performing the surgery, and asked me if I’d like to come to their house to
attend a party the following week. I accepted, as I was very interested in
seeing their home life.
Q: What was the party like?
J: Victor had a beautiful, large home. The guests were mostly dressed in
leather, and there was a LOT of skin on display. After awhile, I got used to
chatting with the men while ignoring the fact that their penises were hanging
out next to me. (laughs)
But I was most struck by Peter. He was totally naked the whole time, except
for his leather collar. A thin chain hung between his pierced nipples. Peter
kneeled next to Victor’s chair the whole night, smiling as guests came by and
kissed him. Many of them admired the modifications, telling them how sexy he
looked with his penis shortened and split open. Peter just beamed.
It was really wonderful seeing the affection displayed by Peter and Victor.
They wanted to show their love to everybody in the room. The modifications
made to Peter had definitely strengthened the bond between them.
Then, late in the evening, Victor told everybody that Peter had an
announcement to make. When the guests had gathered around, Peter said that he
had asked Victor if he could make another modification to his body, and Victor
had agreed. Peter wanted to be castrated, and it would take place right now!
The guests all cheered, hugging and kissing both Peter and Victor. Peter was
crying. It was a very emotional moment.
Q: How did the castration take place?
J: Victor had invited a friend over who had experience with castrating men.
The man, David, had Peter lay down on the table while he examined Peter’s
scrotum. Then he asked Victor to bring over a black bag that was lying next to
the sofa.
David took out this silver instrument, explaining to everybody that it was an
elastrator. He put this small green band over the end of it, and ratcheted the
elastrator to expand the opening until it was wide enough.
Victor stood next to the table, gently stroking Peter’s hair, smiling down at
him. He asked Peter if he was ready, and Peter smiled and nodded his head.
Victor leaned down and kissed Peter passionately as David moved closer and
began the castration.
First he wrapped this warm towel around Peter’s scrotum, to loosen the sack.
Then he wrapped his hand around the scrotum, forcing the testicles to the
bottom of the sack. He worked the stretched band over the scrotum, putting it
as close to Peter’s penis as he could, then released the band.
Peter cried out and jerked his body as the band compressed his sack. It
quickly became much darker. David said the band was intended to reduce the
bleeding. Victor pressed his body against Peter to keep the boy from moving
around as David reached into his bag and took out a scalpel.
Peter jerked again as he felt the blade slice into his sack. David extracted
both testicles and tied off the stalks. Then as the guests cheered, he cut
both testicles loose. As David cut off the elastrator band and stitched up the
scrotum, each of the guests came by to kiss Peter and tell him how proud they
were of him.
Peter continued sobbing, but he also smiled as the men came by and praised
him. David injected a painkiller, and then Victor carried his naked lover into
the bedroom, closing the door behind him. At this point, the men began leaving
the party, but Victor came out and asked if I could come into the bedroom.
I inspected Peter, making sure the scrotum had been properly sutured, which it
was. As Peter drifted off to sleep, Victor thanked me for all that I had done.
He said that the castration was Peter’s idea,that he wanted to give his
testicles to his master as thanks for the way Victor had changed his life for
the better.
I have to admit that tears came to my eyes. I hugged Victor, and watched as he
pulled a blanket over the sleeping boy.
Q: Did you see Victor and Peter again?
J: Oh yes. A few months later, Peter came in for a checkup. His scrotum had
healed and was much shrunken. His penis looked quite small now, and I noticed
that the rings that had been pierced into the underside were missing.
I told them that everything was looking fine. After a long pause, Victor said
that Peter had one more request to make: as a final step, he wanted me to
remove Peter’s scrotum and penis.
I wasn’t surprised, really. It seemed the logical conclusion to the process.
Peter said he wanted to give up the rest of his sexuality in order to focus on
Victor’s needs. His penis was unnecessary now, he said.
I suggested that Peter’s prostate also be removed, to prevent future health
problems. They both agreed.
This time I insisted that a local anesthetic be used. After administering the
drug, I attached an elastrator bands to the base of the penis to prevent loss
of blood. After removing the empty scrotum, I severed the suspensory ligaments
to drop the penis before I amputated it, to produce a urinary outlet lower
down. I gave Peter a new urinary opening between the root of the penis and the
anus. I then removed the prostate, sutured the wounds closed and gave Peter a
shot to make him sleep. He drifted off while still holding Victor’s hand.
Q: When was the last time you saw Peter and Victor?
J: About a month ago, for a check-up. Peter was so proud of his new body, and
couldn’t wait to show me. The wounds had healed nicely, and Victor said he
planned to have Peter’s crotch tattooed soon to cover any scars. Peter
reminded me of a naked Ken doll. He was young and beautiful, and completely
without any sex organs. Victor couldn’t stop smiling.
Their sex life was incredible since the nullification, Victor said. The sight
of his lover’s smooth crotch was an amazing turn-on, knowing that the slave
had voluntarily surrendered his sexuality to him. They spent hours having anal
intercourse, usually with Peter face down as Victor penetrated him.
I have to say that this whole experience with Victor and Peter was the most
gratifying of my career. Seeing what I could do for this couple made my work
seem so important. I really opened my eyes to different ways of loving.
(To be continued)
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Many thanks to Stevo for the story suggestion!
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Absolute Pain | WARNING, TESTICLES | | Jack was your average man. He had a good job, good house, but was single. He
wasnt good at "getting" women, except for one.
He was walking down the street when he saw her. She wasnt an above-average
woman, andn he wasnt a below-average man... So he decided to talk to her. When
she, Maria, saw Jack, she hated him, and she knew also, that this man was
going to try to get her in bed. Maria came up with a plan....
Jack started talking to Maria, and after a few hours and drinks (for Jack only
though), they ended up going over to Maria's place. She led him down a
corridor, and told him to strip down, and lie on this table face up. Jack
started stripping, thinking he was going to have sex with her. He then lay
down on the table, and felt extremely cold, as the table was metal, and the
room was not that warm either.
She tied Jack up on the table, while he asked What are you doing?!? She told
him that its part of her... Plan.
Maria left the room and told Jack to wait there. She went to the cellar to get
a knife, a gag, a pair of scissors, an injection needle, and 50cc of saline.
She returned within 5 minutes. Jack said Whatre those for?, and She replied Oh
you thought we were going to have sex? No way. now dont move. She put the gag
in his mouth to stop him from screaming. She started playing with his
testicles, and his dick started to stiffen, then she stopped and left for a
minute for his dick to get back to "normal". She came back and took both her
hands, and placed them on his balls, then took the skin and started pulling it
apart, she could hear muffled screaming, and started pulling harder on the
skin. It only took her 30 seconds to rip apart his scrotum, and there was
already lots of blood. She could see both of his testicles, just sitting
there. She spun him over so he was face down, but moved his balls out of the
way so HE wouldnt crush them himself. she took the knife and the right
testicle, and started cutting his right ball. One slice, Two slice, Three
slice, Four. Five slice, Si- Oh well thats all the slices I can make from YOUR
balls, Jack. There was cum on the table from his testicle, and there was even
more blood. She took his one remaining ball, and bent down.
She took the scissors, and cut part of the cord attached to his balls, so
there was a hole in the tube. maria then flipped jack back over, and started
mastrubating him. Right before he ejaculated, the cum shot out the side of the
tube instead of his penis, and she ate up all that cum, and continued to
masturbate Jack so he could get as much pain as possible.
She took one of her (probably heavy, but large!) breasts, and started lifting
it up, and let it fall, straight on the unsuspecting testicle, and saw Jack
writhe in pain. She took another blow at it with her boob, and one last one.
She then took the injection needle, and proceeded to fill it with saline. She
stuck the needle into his testicle, and started pumping, the testicle got
bigger and bigger, and then the injection needle emptied. She filled it up
again, with another 15cc, and started filling his ball, which, after being
"fed" 25cc, exploded and Marie got cum, blood, and saline all over herself,
and Jack had now become "fed" to Marie
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The Valentine's Present | GAY, PENECTOMY, TESTICLES, MINOR | The boy's most horrible Valentine's wishes come thru, - with help from a box of chocolates. | The Valentin's Present
It was Valentine's Day evening.
The fire in the fire place blazed cheerfully and supplanted the February
night's cold. On a dais close to the fire place a naked boy was kneeling. Soft
silk ribbons pulled his hands toward the ceiling and kept his knees against
the rim of the dais – far apart. The flames endowed his light skin with a
golden cherry glow. He was very beautiful. A scarf around his head covering
his eyes had increased his sensitivity for the flames' crackling, the smell of
birchwood and for the finger, which caressed his inner thigh.
”How does it feel?” whispered the man into the boy's ear.
”I lo...”
”Shhh,” whispered the man. ”I love you too.”
The boy made a small twitch, as the finger reached his hairless genitals, and
his penis hardened by the light touch.
”Are you ready?” the man whispered. ”A box with chocolate and twelve small
notes. One for each of your years of living. Is that to be your Valentine's
present?”
The boy nodded eagerly.
”Taste this.” The man pressed a piece of chocolate against the boy's lips. He
took a bite.
”Coconut.”
The man tasted the chocolate. ”Yes, it is coconut.”
”Read the note,” said the boy.
The man found the note marked 'coconut', opened it and read. He smiled kindly
of the boyish handwriting, while he read aloud.
”Coconut: tie me to the bed and tickle me endlessly.”
”How sympathetic.” The man laughed and gave the boy's penis a little flick.
”There will be plenty of time for that.”
”One more,” the boy whispered in suspense.
The man put another piece of chocolate to the boy's mouth.
”Caramel.”
”Right,” the man confirmed. ”It is caramel.”
He read the note marked 'caramel'.
”Caramel: A whole night's caress, but I am not allowed to cum.”
”We both can have pleasure from that,” the man smiled.
The boy giggled, and for a moment they both laughed, until the echos of their
laughter died out , and the crackling fire again was the only sound.
”Enough for to night?” The man lightly squeezed the boy's genitals, but the
boy shook his head.
”Well, as you wish, here you have one more.”
The boy tasted the chocolate and hesitated. ”Strawberry.” But this time he did
not smile. The man took up the note named 'strawberry'. His voice got deeper
and more slowly while reading.
”Strawberry: 'Hang me upside down and whip my inner thighs with the bamboo
cane.'”
”Please, don't do it. Let me get off. I wrote it just for fun.” The boy was
close to crying.
”I know you,” then man replied. ”Exactly as you know me. You do nothing just
for fun. Your wishes are the same as mine. You wanted this Valentine's evening
to be something special."
”One more please, ” the boy said.
”As you wish. It is your Valentine's present."
A new piece of chocolate touched the boy's lips. Then his head moved back
abruptly.
”NO!” He cried. ”Let me choose another one!”
The man tasted the chocolate himself.
”It is vanilla,” he said, ”what can be so special about that?”
The sound of a letter being opened drowned for a moment the crackling fire.
For a long time he read in silence. The boy's face was pale as birch ash. When
the man spoke his voice was hoarse.
”The big prize.”
Tears ran down the boy's face.
”I didn't knew there was vanilla in the box,” he whispered.
”You wrote this lines with you most secret wishes. If you didn't wanted it,
you would not have written it.”
The man's mouth was close to the boy's ear, his fingers cupped the boy's
testicles while reading aloud.
”'Vanilla: In the cellar, naked and blindfolded. Licking your ass and sucking
your cock. My genitals tortured for two hours. Then the tip of my cock chopped
off, and my balls removed from scrotum. All kept in a jar. Screaming,
screaming through endless hours.”
”I didn't know,” the boy's voice was hardly audible.
”You didn't know there was vanilla in the box, but if you didn't want it, you
would not have written as you did, and you would not have arrived today, just
in the beginning of the vacation. You would not have told your parents, that
you were on winter holidays, with your classmates. You didn't know there was
vanilla in the box, but secretly you wanted it.”
The boy whimpered a bit and bowed his head accepting his fate. The man
loosened the silk ribbons holding the boy's hands and knees, then lifted his
lovely victim and went for the cellar. Soon, desperate shrieks from a boy in
unbearable pain rose through the dark house.
Several hours later the man came back. Alone. He was tired. The boy's last
hoarse prayer for mercy echoed in his ears. The fire had almost burned down.
He sat down and placed a little jar with the boy’s genitals on the table.
Absent-mindedly he took a piece of chocolate from the still-open box:
'Nougat,'" he established.
Without deeper thought he took the letter marked 'Nougat', and read:
”Nougat: A shoulder to cry on, a hug when I need it. A kiss when I want it.”
The man crumpled up the paper and threw it into the flames. A short flare and
it was gone.
”Happy Valentine's Evening,” he said to the empty room.
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Le Tragique Ecrous | STRAIGHT, WARNING, PENECTOMY, TESTICLES, NULLIFICATION | Allen has serious family problems. | ` Le Tragique Έcrous `
Chapter 1
Truth or Dare
His father died fifteen years ago. His mother had been raising him and his
sister ever since. Allen was a healthy seventeen year old boy. He was in
pretty good shape, with built pecks, and a noticeable six-pack, but he was
also pretty shy, so he had a hard time dating girls. Allen’s sister Hannah was
two years younger than him; she was about five feet and five inches tall, with
a petite figure. She had blonde hair, and decently sized breasts and butt.
Allen and his sister were really close friends. They goofed around all the
time ever since they were little kids. They liked to make fun of each other,
and tickle, and wrestle each other as well. When Hannah was about 8 years old,
Allen and her were wrestling. She was on top of him, trying to pin him to the
ground. He was holding her away from pinning him, by holding her up with his
knees that were pinned together. She persistently attempted to part his knees
by shoving her knee in between them. She began to feel that it was hopeless,
and pushed down with one more forceful shove. His knees spread ever so
slightly apart; just enough to allow her knee to slam it’s way straight
through to his developing testicles. Hannah felt her knee make impact on his
vulnerable balls, and couldn’t help but laugh at her own mistake. Allen
quickly threw her off of him, and fell into a fetal position, holding his
groin, and trying not to cry from the pain. “You should have just let me pin
you, stupid. You were the one holding me off with your knees” Hannah said,
while she was giggling. Ever since that day she had this obsession with
kicking her brother in the balls. She would purposely start tickling wars, or
wrestling matches with him, just so she could “accidentally kick him in the
nuts”. She just thought it was so funny, that she couldn’t resist doing it to
him. Sometimes his mother would see him, holding himself on the floor, and she
would say, “Did your sister kick you again, Allen? I asked her not to do that.
She’s so rebellious. But she’s so cute that I just can’t be mad at her. Sorry
‘bout your privates, Allen.” Then she would plop down on the recliner and
watch TV. Allen’s mother; Angela, was a 39 year old woman. She had blonde
hair, and the usual aging signs of a 39 year old woman. Her breasts sagged a
little, and she had a fat ass. For the most part, she was pretty…for her age.
Angela was a marketing executive for Yahoo. When Hannah was about 13 years
old, she started kicking her brother in the balls without even pretending it
was an accident. She would kick him in front of her friends, just to show off,
and so they would think she was funny. He tried to block her kicks, but was
never fast enough. She always left him on the floor, gasping for air, while
she walked away giggling to herself. Sometimes she would even kick him in
public places, especially when there were a bunch of girls from South Eugene
High School were around. She thought it was hilarious to watch her brother
rolling on the floor in pain, and humiliation. He didn’t know how to stop her,
since their mom didn’t really seem to care.
Allen had two cousins who lived in the same town as him with his mother’s
sister. His aunt’s name was Heather, and she was forty three years old.
Heather was divorced, and lived off her husband’s child support, and the
government. Heather dyed her hair brown, and went tanning regularly; she
actually looked younger than her sister. Heather had two daughters; Sarah,
thirteen, and Robin, eleven. Both her daughters had blonde hair, and looked
pretty similar, as far as young girls look. Sarah had a little bit longer hair
than Robin.
Our story begins on a smoltering summer day in Allen’s small Eugene, Oregon
home. Sarah and Robin had come over to stay the night with Hannah. Allen was
in his room doing homework, while his sister and cousins were making tons of
noise, banging against the walls and giggling and such. Allen was getting very
annoyed with it, but he just finished doing his homework. When he was done
doing his homework, Allen sat up from his chair, and left his room to get some
munchies. As he walked by Hannah’s room, Robin popped out, and said “HEY,
Allen, come in here and play truth or dare with us!” Allen didn’t really want
to, but had trouble saying no, because his cousin was so cute, and he felt
guilty. So he hesitantly said ok. Allen stepped into the room, and saw his
sister sitting on the bed laughing with Sarah about some joke or something.
Allen immediately wished he had chosen to pass up this opportunity for
boredom, but it was too late for him to change his mind now. “Allen, I’m glad
you’re going to play truth or dare with us. We needed a fourth player. Ok,
we’re going to play truth or dare. If you don’t agree to tell the truth or
take the dare then you have to eat this raw egg on this plate.” Said Hannah.
Allen didn’t want to eat the raw egg, but he was pretty sure he wouldn’t have
to, even if he didn’t accept a dare, they couldn’t make him eat a raw egg. On
the other hand, it would be funny to see one of them eat a raw egg. “Youngest
goes first” chimed Robin. “Ok, go ahead.” Said Hannah. “Ok….I want to dare
Hannah…I dare you to go down to your mom’s office and steal one of her bottles
of alcohol.” “NO, I can’t do that! Do you know what my mom will do if he
catches me?!?!” “Well, if you refuse to do it, then you’re out of the game,
and you have to eat a raw egg” Laughed Allen. Hannah gave Allen a look like
she was really pissed, because he knows how angry her mom gets if she catches
them stealing her alcohol. Allen had done it a few times before, and would
never do it again. The last time he got caught stealing his mom’s alcohol, he
was grounded for a month with no TV, phone or entertainment of any kind. All
he had were educational books to read in his room. She installed a lock in his
room during that time so he could only get out for school. Now he behaves very
well, because of his fear of getting locked in his second story room. Hannah
didn’t want a lock on her door, but she knew her mom favored her, and would
never do that, so she decided to fuck the consequences, and go down and steal
some alcohol. After all, she didn’t want to be out of the game, and it would
be her turn to give a dare next. She had a little plan for her brother,
because he laughed at her about having to steal mom’s alcohol. She very
casually walked downstairs, and easily broke into her mother’s alcohol
cabinet. She stole a bottle of southern comfort, and happily walked back
upstairs. As she walked back into the room, she was smiling, and said, “Here’s
the booze…Ok, now it’s my turn, and I want to dare Allen.” Allen smiled and
wondered what she would dare him to do. “I dare you to let me kick you in the
nuts.” Hannah plainly stated. Sarah and Robin laughed hysterically at this
situation. Hannah waited for Allen to make his choice. Allen didn’t want to
get kicked in the nuts because he knew how extremely bad it hurt every time
she kicked him before. “That’s not fair; you can’t dare me to do something
that will hurt my body. That’s like me daring you to let me punch you in the
eye.” “No it’s not” argued Hannah, “If you punched me in the eye that can do
permanent damage.” “Well, so can kicking me in the nuts.” “NO it can’t, I’ve
kicked you a million times before, it will only hurt for ten minutes or so,
and it will be entertaining for us to watch….Don’t you want to see me kick him
in the nuts?” She asked Sarah and Robin. “Yeah” “Also, you can’t hit us,
because mom doesn’t allow you to hit girls.” They both whined at the same
time. “No, hunta, Fuck this, this isn’t how you play this game.” Allen said as
he got up and began to leave the room. “You have to eat the egg!” yelled
Hannah. Allen just walked away. “Hold on a second” Hannah told her cousins.
She ran out following Allen, and grabbed him. “Listen, Allen. If you break the
rules I’m going to tell mom that you stole her alcohol again, so either take
the dare or eat the egg.” Allen looked really angry. “You are such a bitch, I
can’t believe you….You’re evil.” “I know I am, don’t ya love me?” Allen was
angry as hell, but there wasn’t much he could do to argue. He knew his mother
would believe Hannah. “Fine, you fucking bitch, I’ll come back in there and
play by the rules” He muttered under his breath. Allen and Hannah came back
into the room. Allen had a frustrated look on his face, and was completely
silent. Hannah looked triumphant, “Well, Allen has decided to play by the
rules, and not be an asshole.” The cousins smiled, hoping they would get to
see him eat the egg, or get kicked in the nuts. “So what’ll it be, Allen?
These eggs? Or those eggs?” She cleverly asked, pointing at his crotch. Allen
had a hard time deciding. He hated eggs, even cooked, so he really didn’t want
to eat a raw egg. But a kick in the nuts hurts so badly. He decided that he
could be a man about it, and take a kick in the nuts; after all, he wanted a
chance to give some dares. “I’ll take the kick, I guess.” “Good choice, Allen.
Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle.” Allen stood up, stepped into an open area in the
room, and spread his legs. Hannah stood up, never dropping her gaze from her
target. She stood in front of Allen, and planned out the kick in her mind. She
wanted it to be right on target. Allen anticipated the kick. Hannah snapped
her foot out, but Allen was prepared, and reflexively pulled his knees
together, effectively blocking the kick completely. “You didn’t let me kick
you, THAT was the dare. So either let me kick you, or eat the egg.” “I
couldn’t help it, it was a reflex.” “Well, close your eyes this time, so you
can’t tell when the kick is coming.” Allen closed his eyes, and intermittently
couldn’t help but close his legs together. At one of the moments when his legs
were apart his sister kicked her bare foot, blasting the ball of her foot
directly into his balls, making more contact with the left than the right. His
left nut became all that he could feel, a sizzling ache, running down his leg,
and into his stomach, all the way to his brain. His right testicle hurt too,
but not nearly as bad as his left one, which he felt would never function
again. Then again, that’s what it always felt like when his sister kicked him,
and he always managed to function as a man. All this pain came on almost
immediately, and it was so intense that he barely noticed the content smile on
Hannah’s face, and the look of shock on his cousin’s faces. After a minute or
so, Sarah and Robin began laughing, as if they had been holding themselves
back from doing so for the past minute. They laughed uncontrollably for about
five minutes. They were laughing so hard that tears began to come to their
eyes. Hannah just stood there with that satisfied look on her face, happy at
how funny her cousins thought it was. This was the first time Hannah had
introduced Sarah and Robin to this. She thought they were too young before,
but now she felt they were old enough to learn how to hurt a man. Hannah was a
bit of a sadist, as all young girls are. She enjoyed seeing her brother in
pain. She enjoyed listening to his little cousins laugh at him. She loved the
fact that he was suffering from extreme pain, and moderate humiliation. She
loved the feeling of her foot crushing his warm, vulnerable balls. It was so
funny, and he deserved it.
After about ten minutes Allen managed to sit up in a chair. His left nut still
hurt a little, but the pain was abating quickly. The girls all looked at him
differently after he got up. They tried their best to keep a straight face,
but couldn’t help but break out in laughter every now and then. “Ok, now it’s
my turn to give out a dare.” In the middle of that sentence Robin and Sarah
burst out laughing. “Ok, who are you gonna dare?” asked his sister, with a
laughing smile on her face. “I’m going to dare Sarah.” He didn’t know exactly
what he was going to dare her to do, so he tried to think quickly. “Sarah, I
dare you to take a drink of that Southern Comfort that Hannah stole from our
mom.” “Ok…No problem” Sarah picked up the alcohol, unscrewed the lid, and
braced herself to take a drink. She took a small sip that made her gag; she
spit the booze out all over the floor. “Oh shit…Allen, you have to clean that
up…That was a stupid dare, she’s too young to drink anything…You’re an
asshole, so clean this up so I don’t get in trouble.” Allen was a little
embarrassed because maybe she was too young, and maybe he was out of line. He
went to the kitchen to get carpet cleaner, and cleaned up the alcohol off of
the floor. The game resumed. “Ok, let’s see…It’s my turn now, right?” asked
Sarah. “Right” replied Hannah. “Ok, hmm, well, sorry, I need to think about it
for a sec…..” She looked towards Allen, and he hoped she wasn’t thinking what
he thought she might be thinking. “Can we do the same dare more than once,
Hannah?” “Sure, of course you can.” “Ok, I wanna dare Allen….to let ME kick
him in the nuts.” “No, no, I can’t take another kick…sorry…you’re gonna have
to choose a different dare.” “Ok, let me think.” “NO, she can do whatever dare
she wants Allen, you need to obey the rules, and part of the rules, is you
can’t ask somebody to change their dare…either do it, or eat the egg.” Allen
knew he was blackmailed in a way, so he didn’t argue. “FINE, let me think
about it.” They were all surprised that he even needed to think about it, but
he really hated eggs, and he doubted that Sarah, who was only thirteen years
old, could kick worth shit. “Ok, I’m gonna take the kick.” A huge smile
immediately came to Sarah’s face after he said that. Sarah was wearing socks,
and somehow, in his delusional thinking, he thought that maybe the socks might
soften the blow along with the lack of strength in her legs. He stood in
position like before. “Close your eyes again, we don’t want your legs hurting
little Sarah’s foot, do we?” Allen obeyed, and felt like this whole truth or
dare thing was just a ploy so they could kick him in the nuts. Nah, they
couldn’t be that cunning…well, maybe Hannah…probably not…whatever, fuck it. He
closed his eyes, and had his legs spread. He felt afraid, even though she was
only thirteen. Sarah lifted her foot up to his groin slowly so she could get a
feel for how far her foot would kick. She felt nervous too, she didn’t really
want to hurt him, she just thought it would be fun. “I can’t do this. I
thought it would be fun, but I don’t want to hurt you Allen.” Allen opened his
eyes in sweet relief. “Thank you Sarah, that’s nice of you.” “Wait, wait,
wait, Sarah, you have to do it, you already dared him…Don’t you want to kick
him?” Sarah shook her head yes. “Allen, close your eyes, she’s still gonna
kick you.” “No she said she doesn’t want to!” “Close your eyes Allen, or I’ll
have a talk with mom about you know what.” Allen was angry, but he closed his
eyes because he really didn’t want to get locked in his room again. Hannah
kneeled next to Sarah. “What’s the matter?” Sarah whispered, “I don’t want to
hurt him, he might be mad at me.” “No, he won’t be mad at you, let me tell you
a secret. He rolls on the ground after we kick him partly because it does
hurt, but also because he knows how funny it is, and he wants us to laugh at
him. Its half pain, half show. You understand?” “Really?” “Yes, really.” “I
never knew that, ok, I’ll kick him then.” There he is, why do you think he
would wait like that, and let us unless he enjoyed it in some way.” Sarah
walked up again, and positioned herself. She drew up all the power within her
legs, and snapped her foot out, slapping the top of her foot against his left
nut again. This felt a lot different than Hannah’s kick. It only made contact
with his left nut, but it felt a lot sharper. Maybe it was because of the fact
that the testicle had already went through hell, or maybe it was because she
had a more focused kick, but his left nut went into an even more agonizing
state than before. “That was fun!” Sarah laughed. “Good job Sarah, you got him
good.” Hannah kneeled down next to Allen, and spoke quietly in his ear. “How
does it feel, Allen? Did she break one of ‘em? Having trouble answering my
questions? *giggle* We’re gonna be kicking you a lot more from now on, so get
used to it. Don’t even think about telling mom, or I’ll just deny it, and then
you don’t wanna know what I’ll do to your balls. K?” While Hannah was talking
to Allen, Sarah told Robin all about it. “You have to do it…it was so
exciting” “But you hurt him, don’t you feel bad?” “Hannah told me it’s mainly
just a show, why do you think he just let me and Hannah kick him? Of course it
hurts, but he knows how funny it is, and that’s why he rolls on the ground and
stuff. As soon as you get a dare you have to try it.” “Ok, but I’m not gonna
do it hard.” “I didn’t do it hard either, believe me, I could’ve done it a lot
harder.” Back with Hannah and Allen, about 3 minutes later. Allen is still in
extreme pain. “Does it still hurt, Allen?...Well, get up, and let’s finish the
game, you’re just gonna have to grin and bear it.” Allen now felt completely
terrified of his sister, and he was pretty much under her control. She didn’t
realize the extent of her power, she didn’t think he would buy her threats.
But he did.
Allen cleared his throat, and his voice cracked as he tried to speak, which
caused all the girls to burst out in laughter. “ok, ahem, it’s my turn to, ah,
dare…I guess I dare Sarah…to…ahm…moon the window.” “Ok, but you have to turn
your head, Allen.” “Ok, Sarah, you make sure she does it ok?” Sarah watched as
Robin pulled down her pants, and showed her butt to the world out of Hannah’s
bedroom window. Robin pulled up her pants, and sat back down. Allen turned
back around. “Did she do it?” “Yeah.” “Ok my turn again.” Robin said with joy
in her voice. “I know what I’m gonna do, I dare you to let me kick you in the
nuts.” Hannah laughed with so much ego in her voice. Sarah giggled, hoping
that he would accept the dare. He didn’t need to take too long to think about,
as his left nut was pretty much making the decision for him. “I can’t take
another kick” “You know the rules” said Hannah. “Fine, this was such a stupid
game, I’m sorry I ever came in here, I know you had this in mind from the
beginning Hannah. You’re cruel.” With that Allen took the plate with the raw
egg on it. He stared at the egg for a long time. “Go ahead, we don’t have all
day.” Said Hannah. All the girls were smiling. He plugged his nose, and choked
the egg down. He nearly gagged as he tried to swallow it. It was one of the
most disgusting things he had ever done. The girls laughed and cheered for
him. He got up and left. He got incredibly nauseus about fifteen minutes
later, but didn’t throw up. He stayed in his room, and tried to concentrate
the nausea away.
After he left, the girls continued talking. “Sorry, you didn’t get a chance to
kick him, Robin.” “It’s ok.” “No, it’s really not ok, it’s not fair that we
all got to kick him and you didn’t...I have an idea…you may get to kick him in
the balls after all…we need to figure out a way that you can kick him without
him expecting it…any ideas?” “We could tell him to look at something, like on
the cartoons, and then she could kick him really fast while he’s not looking.”
“Yeah, that’s a good idea, Sarah…Let’s wait until he gets out of his room, and
then we’ll put our plan into action…So, Sarah, what did you think? Was that
your first time kicking a guy in the balls?” “Yeah, it was fun…and funny.”
They all giggled a little bit. “I better fill up this booze with water, and
put it back.”
Allen felt sick for the next hour. After laying in bed for an hour, he went
downstairs to watch tv. The girls heard him walk past their door, so they went
downstairs to watch tv with him. Sarah asked the girls if they wanted some
chicken nuggets. “Yeah” “Yeah, definitely.” “Come in the kitchen with me then,
and help me make them.” They all went into the kitchen. Allen was the only one
who was tall enough to reach the pan that they needed to make the chicken
nuggets so Hannah called him in the kitchen. “Allen come in here, we need you
to get the pan for us.” Hannah positioned Robin so she would be standing in
front of Allen when he got the pan. There was a window directly across from
the cupboard where the pan was. Allen came in to help them, and found Sarah
and Robin standing next to the oven trying to reach for the pan. “Can you get
the pan for us, Allen?” asked Hannah. “Ok, but next time you can just get a
chair to get up there.” Allen reached up to get the pan. “SHIT, look out the
window!!!” Allen looked immediately out of fear, leaving his legs wide open
for Robin. Robin panicked, and took the kick as fast as she could. Her tennis
shoe hit him in his right testicle, and whacked the tip of his penis pretty
good too. “Oh, FUCK!” Allen exclaimed, as the pain that was once in his left
nut now began to eminate from his right ball. His testicle was again, all he
could think about, and it felt like he might have lost a nut. But it always
felt like that. He collapsed to the floor, groaning in agony. Robin, Sarah,
and Hannah were all laughing at him, just standing over him, laughing
histerically. After about five minutes he recovered enough to speak. “That was
a dirty trick.” The girls just laughed at him. They thought it was hilarious
that the old trick actually worked on him. “That’s the oldest trick in the
book” taunted Hannah. They heard Angela, Allen and Hannah’s mother, at the
front door. Robin got really scared that she would get in trouble, and froze
up. Angela walked into the kitchen. “Allen, what happened, are you ok
sweetie?” Hannah answered for him, “He wasn’t looking where he was going, and
he walked right into the door handle.” “You should really be more careful,
Allen, God only gave you two testicles, and they can’t be replaced. Sorry to
be blunt, but you need to be more careful…You girls go up to your room, this
isn’t a show. The girls ran up to their room, and giggled about how they got
away with it. Robin was relieved. Allen never told his mom the truth, because
he was too afraid of her finding out about the alcohol. Angela went to her
office to start getting drunk. Allen was left in the kitchen cradled in the
fetal position, with the lights off.
Chapter 2
Torment
Later that evening, Allen managed to get back up to his bedroom. His balls
ached for the rest of the night, but he slept fitfully. The next morning
Hannah walked into Allen’s bedroom while he was sleeping. “Time to get up,
Allen!” Allen was irritated, and rolled over, hiding underneath his covers.
His balls still ached a little, and he was really pissed off about that.
“What’s a matter, are your balls to sore to get up?” Allen just ignored her.
“Well, you better get up soon, because mom is making breakfast, and if you
aren’t down there, she said she was gonna kick you in the nuts.” Hannah was
lieing, and Allen knew it. Allen knew their mom wouldn’t kick him in the nuts,
but she would be angry if he didn’t come down for breakfast. So he got up,
threw some clothes on, and went down for breakfast. The kitchen smelled like
bacon, eggs, and pancakes. The counters were a mess, with food, and pans
everywhere. “Good morning, Allen.” “morning” “How are you feeling? Downstairs,
I mean.” Allen was a little embarrassed that his mom was asking this in front
of Hannah, and his cousins. “Better” “Well, that’s good, you should be more
careful” Hannah, and the cousins were trying to hold back their laughter.
Sarah accidently let out a burst of laughter, but Angela didn’t understand the
real reason why. Angela set everyone’s plates down on the table in front of
them. “Mmm, looks good mom.” She said out loud, before speaking in a hushed
tone to Allen, so only him and the cousins could hear, “Enjoy your scrambled
eggs, Allen.” The girls all giggled to themselves, remembering all the fun
they had the night before. Sarah and Robin got some time alone and began to
talk about the night before. “That was so fun last night, Sarah. I can’t
believe he fell for that.” “I know, I know, I really didn’t think he would
fall for it. You got him so good, too.” “I did?” “Yeah, I think you kicked him
harder than any of us.” “I was so scared that I was gonna get in trouble when
Angela came home. I wonder why Allen never told her the truth. Isn’t that
weird?” “Yeah, I don’t know. Maybe he did tell her, but she just hasn’t said
anything yet.” “I hope not. If we get in trouble for this, we’ll have to get
revenge on him.” “We could hurt his balls really bad somehow, like with a
baseball bat or something.” Both the girls giggle. “I bet that would hurt
really bad.” “That would be so hilarious to watch. I could just imagine the
look on his face.” Sarah and Robin went home later that afternoon. For the
rest of the day Hannah seemed to have some magical control over Allen.
Whatever she asked he would obey on command. If she wanted a coke, he got her
a coke. If she wanted his seat, he moved. If she called him, he came running.
The reason she had such great control of him now, is because he refused to get
her shoes out of her room for her in the afternoon. When she had to go get
them herself, she walked into the living room where he was watching tv, and
spoke to him. “You’ve got a lot of fucking balls, Allen. I asked you to get my
shoes for me.” “I’m not your slave.” “Well, from now on you do whatever I say,
because if you don’t then I promise you, I’ll kick you in the balls so hard
that you’ll be limping for a week. And I’ll figure out some way to get mom mad
at you.” Allen was dumbfounded. His own sister just threatened him, and he
didn’t know how to react. He realized that she did have a position of power,
because her mother would believe any story she told her. He realized that even
if she castrated him, she could figure out some way to make him look bad. He
realized this, and felt very angry, but out of control. He decided he would
put up with this bullshit for the day. As the day went by, Allen’s resentment
of his sister grew. He had trouble falling asleep trying to figure out a way
to explain things to his mother, but he knew whatever he said didn’t matter.
Hannah would simply make up a reason that he was mad at her, and say it was a
lie. Then Allen would be in trouble. He was very distressed. The night was
long.
Chapter 3
Leadership Abilities
Allen woke up the next morning with the rays of the rising sun glowing in his
room, reflecting off of every piece of dust that floated in the air. His
worries of the night before seemed a mile away, and his morning went by
without incident. He had a relaxing breakfast, and a generally relaxing
morning. Allen wanted to play guitar, but needed to get his guitar tuner out
of the cabinet that was in the living room. Hannah was sitting in a recliner
directly below the cabinet that Allen needed to get to. He walked up beside
the chair, and reached up to the cupboard. Hannah noticed that his crotch was
hanging out almost parallel to her face. She saw this as a perfect opportunity
for some fun. She turned to the left slightly, pulling her fist back behind
her head. She quickly slammed her little fist into Allen’s crotch using all
the strength she had. Allen lost his balance from the blow, and fell, pulling
down a load of stuff onto Hannah’s head. The punch had made a direct hit on
both of his nuts, sending a wave of unbearable pain throughout Allen’s
abdomen. He was angry, and suffering. “You asshole, you spilled shit all over
me. Clean up your mess, NOW, or I’m gonna tell mom.” “Fuck You” Allen muttered
under his breath. “You’ll be sorry you said that, asshole.” Hannah stormed up
to her room. After Allen recovered, he did clean up his mess, because he knew
his mom would blame him for it. Allen watched tv for awhile after that. Hannah
came back downstairs about the same time that Allen was getting a snack out of
the refrigerater. She walked into the kitchen and began talking to Allen. “I’m
sorry I punched you in your nuts, Allen.” “You should be sorry, it fucking
hurt!” “You don’t have to be an asshole, I was trying to say I’m sorry.” As
Hannah was saying that she started to stare at a point behind and to the left
of Allen. Allen couldn’t help but look, wondering what she was looking at. At
the moment he looked away Hannah snapped her sock covered foot straight up
into Allen’s already sore sack. Allen first collapsed to his knees, giving
Hannah the opportunity for her second snap kick. The first kick was only
starting to register before the second arrived. The pain in his balls was like
nothing he ever felt before. Allen began coughing, and feeling extremely
nauseous. His vision was going purplish black in waves. He was having
difficulty breathing, and his head was even aching. He was also sweating, and
feeling like he had a fever. His groin was a fire of burning hell, that spread
throughout his entire being. He was sure that his testicles were damaged. “I
told you, you would be sorry for making that mess. The first kick was for
dropping the shit on my head, and the second was for saying ‘Fuck You’” Allen
couldn’t speak, and he could barely comprehend what she was saying. “If you
keep being such a brat, you’re not gonna have any balls for your eighteenth
birthday.” Allen was terrified of his sister right now. Mostly he was scared
that she would keep attacking him, or try to pry his legs apart or something.
“You look so funny, laying there on the ground wike a wittwe baby. Gasping for
breath, holding onto your balls for dear life. I wish I had a camera right
now, so I could take a picture of you and show everyone in school how you lost
your balls!” Hannah giggled after saying that. “You’re such a faggot.” With
saying that she spit in Allen’s face, got herself a snack, and sat down to
watch tv. The pain gradually grew worse and worse the whole time Hannah was
tormenting him, and for a few minutes after. The pain peaked for about ten
minutes, and gradually decreased over the next two hours until there was
nothing left but a slight ache that came every now and then. He was on the
floor for fourty five minutes, and nearly threw up. His mother never found
out. Hannah slept soundly that night, dreaming about beating the shit out of
her brother’s balls, among other things. Allen had the same insomnia as the
night before, but fell asleep after about 2 hours.
Chapter 4
Cracker Jacks
Allen went down for breakfast the next morning. His nuts were still sore, but
they were intact. Sarah and Allen were eating breakfast together. “Sarah and
Robin are coming over today.” “So what?” “Just remember what will happen if
you don’t do what I say.” “Fuck you, you’re a bitch.” “You’re pretty stupid,
Allen, don’t you remember what happened to you yesterday? Do you want to be a
eunuch?” she asked giggling. Allen was quiet, and resentful, but he knew he
was out of control of this situation. He never thought his sister’s power trip
would have gone this far. Sarah and Robin showed up at eleven a.m. Hannah
welcomed them with open arms, but Allen was less than friendly. “What’s a
matter, Allen, you in a bad mood cuz of your sore nutsack?” Sarah and Robin
giggled. “Why don’t you show us your balls, Allen. So we can see how swollen
and bruised they really are.” Hannah suggested in an authoritative tone. Allen
hesitated, then noticed the look on his sister’s face. She looked impatient,
and he didn’t want to find out what the three of them could do to him, so he
complied. He unzipped his pants, and pulled out his package. “Your balls
aren’t swollen or bruised! You were just faking when you were lying on the
floor! Give me those!” Hannah roughly grabbed Allen’s scrotum, locking his
nuts on the outside of the ring formed by her index finger, and thumb. “They
don’t really hurt at all, do they?” Sarah and Robin were in awe of what they
were seeing. Hannah slowly started tightening her fist, squeezing his nuts in
between. “How does that feel, Allen?” She squeezed down as hard as she could
nearly flattening his balls. He felt like his testicles were being crushed.
The insides of his balls were crushing into themselves. He held his breath.
“Stop, let go” He gasped. “No, I’m not gonna stop, I wanna see what happens. I
know it doesn’t really hurt.” Hannah knew it must hurt, but she didn’t want
Sarah and Robin to know. She continually squeezed as hard as she could for a
minute. Allen was back to the same hell he was in the night before. “Here,
Sarah, take these. Make sure you squeeze tight, or you’ll lose them.” Sarah
didn’t really want to touch his nuts, but she was too self-concsious to
object. Hannah yanked Allen by his balls over to where Sarah was standing. She
took Sarah’s hand, and transferred his balls to her hand. Sarah squeezed hard,
but not nearly as hard as Hannah, it didn’t make much of a difference to
Allen. He was in a burning fever of testicular agony, gasping for breath.
“What should I do?” Sarah was nervous. “Just punch him in the balls or
something, do whatever you want, he can’t do anything. If he fights it, he’ll
only rip his own balls off.” All the girls giggled. Allen continued gasping
for air. Sarah punched his nuts. She didn’t punch very hard, but the state his
balls were in, even a light touch would burn. His nausea was growing ever
stronger. Allen was beginning to feel like he might pass out. “Let’s pass him
over to Robin now.” Robin was actually kind of excited. Hannah transferred his
testicles safely to Robin without letting his balls free. Robin grabbed
tightly with her little hands, squeezing down hard on his nuts. Robin didn’t
need any instruction, she punched him three times as hard as her little arms
could, and let him go. In a daze, Allen collapsed to his knees, allowing for
that same brutal closing kick that Hannah got in last night. His balls didn’t
look bruised or swollen, so the girls assumed he was fine. The all laughed at
him as he lay on the ground in the fetal position. They laughed for a long
time. Allen didn’t think there could be a worse pain than the night before,
but this seemed worse. He was certain he would vomit. He could feel his balls
were intact, but he thought there was probably internal damge. He could barely
think. He felt very angry, and embarrassed. “Your balls are so funny Allen.”
Allen couldn’t believe all the shit they just did to him. They left him down
there. He was on the ground for a couple hours this time. He got up to go to
his room and lay down, because even after the two hours he still felt
nauseous, and his nuts were still on fire to some degree. As he passed
Hannah’s room, she called out to him. “Get in here, Allen, don’t be anti-
social.” Again, Hannah suggested this in an authoritative tone. Allen really
didn’t want to, but he was now completely subservient to his sister, she had
basically modified his behavior through physical punishment. So he resentfully
entered the room, sitting in the corner. Being anti-social. “Allen, could you
get that unicorn on top of the bookshelf, none of us are tall enough.” Allen
seemed pissed, didn’t say anything, and got the unicorn for her. He was
careful to guard his sore balls as he did so, he remembered the day before.
After handing her the unicorn, he turned to sit back in the corner. As he
walked by Hannah she swung her arm out and around, slamming a ten pound
dumbbell into Allen’s busted nuts. The girls all laughed, and Allen was sent
back into his miserable state of pain. Debilitated on the floor. “I can’t
believe you, Allen, you’re making this way to easy for me…Let’s go outside and
play baseball. We need you too Allen, so quit pretending like it hurts, and
get outside…let’s go outside and wait, Robin…Sarah, you stay here, and help
Allen get up” As Hannah was walking out, she leaned down and whispered to
Allen, “If you’re not down in five minutes I will castrate you, I promise.”
Sarah didn’t know exactly how to help Allen up. “Do you need help?” she asked.
“No, just give me a minute. He didn’t know how he was going to get up. After
three minutes he pulled himself to his feet. He stood there a few seconds. It
was a struggle just to stand up. Sarah was mischievous, and picked up the
nearest thing to her, which was a rollerskate. She didn’t know why, but she
decided to throw it at his crotch. “Bitch” he managed ot mutter out as he
collapsed to his knees. She dropped her jaw, “I’m gonna tell my mom, you
called me that.” Allen crawled out of the room, because he knew he only had
about a minute to get downstairs and outside. Sarah ran downstairs ahead of
him. He was late crawling outside, but Hannah wasn’t timing it. “Come on,
Allen, get up and play with us.” Allen managed to get himself up, and limp
around. The girls had fun playing baseball, but not because they loved the
sport. They were having fun watching Allen struggle to play. When he actually
managed to hit the ball, he could only limp to first base. Each step he took
burned as his legs rubbed against his balls. The girls laughed at him
constantly. All that could be heard throughout most of the game was girl’s
giggling, and grunts of pain from Allen. The whole thing was humiliating. It
was getting late into the game, and Allen was up to bat. Robin was pitching.
She wasn’t a very good pitcher. She threw the balls overhand as hard as she
could, and nailed Allen in his battered balls. If they had taken his balls out
for a look now, they would have seen that they were both bruised and swollen.
Allen collapsed again, getting extremely light-headed, and somewhat
disoriented. “Nice pitch, Robin.” Sarah and Hannah clapped, and they all
laughed some more. “Let’s take a break.” They all went inside for a drink, and
a snack, leaving the now delusional Allen in the dirt, crying. After thirty
minutes or so they came back out. “K, Allen, your break is over, time to get
up and start playing again. It’s your turn to pitch.” Allen didn’t know what
was happening now. He obeyed, but was completely out of it. He stood on the
pitchers mound wobbling. His vision was blurry. He just stood there. Hannah
walked up behind him. “WHAT’S THE PROBLEM?” She asked while bashing a baseball
bat up between his legs with as much strength as she could muster. The girls
all laughed even harder now. Sarah and Robin were having so much fun, and they
had a sense of power over Allen. Allen fell to the dirt. The girls all huddled
over him, laughing. “Did we break your little nutsies, Allen?” Hannah mocked.
They all giggled. Allen began staring vacantly, not hearing any of the
laughter, or mocking words. He couldn’t feel the pain anymore, in fact, his
body was numb. His brain felt like he was going to pass out. Everything went
woozy, and he was out. “I guess it was just too much for him.” The laughter
gradually abated, to be replaced with worry. Allen didn’t look too good. He
was pale, and unconscious. His body was covered with sweat. The girls were
somewhat worried about him, but more worried that Angela would get home, and
find him like this. “Ok, when my mom gets home, we’re just going to tell her
that we were playing baseball, and he got hit really hard with a baseball on
accident. Ok? You got that?” Sarah and Robin both agreed that story sounded
believable. “But won’t he tell her the truth.” “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure he
doesn’t.” Hannah knew he wouldn’t tell his mom the truth. She knew he was too
scared. Angela came home. “Mom, there’s been an accident…we were playing
baseball, and I accidentally hit Allen in the nuts when I was throwing the
baseball for him to hit.” “Is he ok?” “No, he’s, ah, still lying out there on
the ground.” “Let me go have a look at him.” Angela walked outside, and Hannah
sheepishly followed. As soon as Angela saw the state Allen was in, she
exclaimed to Hannah, “Are you crazy?!?! You should have called 911!!! He’s in
shock!!!” Angela ran inside, and called 911. Hannah didn’t know what to do.
She felt guilty. It was funny seeing him in pain, and even seeing him pass
out. But she didn’t want him to die. The ambulance arrived, and rushed him to
the hospital. Hannah, Angela, Sarah, and Robin drove to the hospital. None of
them really spoke except for Angela telling them how serious it was, and that
they should have called 911. Hannah thought she was just over-reacting but
kept her mouth shut just the same. They waited in the waiting room to find out
how Allen was doing. They waited there in uncomfortable silence for what
seemed like 3 hours, but actually was only about an hour.
Allen woke up in the ambulance, not aware of where he really was. The
paramedic asked him some questions about the president, and the current date,
but he couldn’t understand what he was saying. When he arrived at the
hospital, he was rushed through a hall, and into a treatment area, surrounded
by blue curtains. A nurse came in, she had red hair, and was a pretty average
looking woman all around. “Hi, my name is Jenny. So you had a little accident
downstairs huh?” “yeah” Allen was incredibly embarrassed, and still didn’t
understand what was happening. “Well, let’s take a look.” Nurse Jenny unzipped
his pants for him, and pulled them down. She took off his shoes, and pants
completely, and slipped a hospital gown over him. She examined his balls,
feeling them with her thumb and fingers. “Ow, that really hurts.” “Sorry, I’m
being as gentle as I can, I need to examine your injury, and the only way to
do that is to feel your testicles. Unless you want us to cut open your scrotum
to get a closer look.” She chuckled as she said that. “Well, I can see you
have significant bruising, and there could be a rupture, but the doctor will
be able to tell you that for sure. I will tell you that if there is a rupture,
or two, you could lose the ruptured testicle.” Allen became afraid at this
statement. But Jenny left before he could ask her any questions. About twenty
minutes later, the doctor finally came in. She had red hair too, but was
noticibly older and fatter than Nurse Jenny. “Hi, I’m doctor Shannon. Let me
have a look at you.” With that she lifted up his gown, and began fondling his
testicles the same way that the nurse did. “That hurts.” “Sorry, I would give
you a pain pill, but by the time it starts working I will be done.” “I could
probably use a pain pill anyways, I’m in a lot of pain.” “No, you don’t need
any medication, you’re gonna be just fine.” She felt around his scrotum a
little while, concentrating intently, closing her eyes. “Well, your right
testicle is ruptured.” Allen began freaking out. “Am I going to lose it?”
“Well, you might, but I’m going to try and do everything I can to prevent
that, ok?” “Ok” The doctor proceded to gather some various materials, such as
gauze, and scissors. She wrapped his scrotum tightly, securing his nuts in a
vice type grip. The gauze wrapping really hurt. “Sorry if this hurts a little,
but look at it this way, you can go through the pain of having this wrapped
around your testicles for the next four days, or you can spend the rest of
your life with one testicle.” She said with a smirk in her voice. “If you want
I can remove the testicle right now, so you can avoid any risk of infection.”
“No, I’ll wear the gauze.” She instructed him on how to change the gauze, and
that he had to stay in bed for the next three days. Nurse Jenny walked up to
Angela, and the kids. “Are you Allen’s mother?” “Yes” “Well, the bad news is,
Allen’s testicle was ruptured. This means that the testicle was put under too
much pressure, resulting in a tear of the protective outer layer of the
testicle. We’ve wrapped his scrotum in gauze. He’s still a little out of it,
but you can go and see him if you want. Angela followed the nurse to Allen’s
bed. But when she got there Allen was out again. While Angela was gone the
girls talked. “I can’t believe we actually ruptured his testicle.” Hannah
laughed. They all giggled a little. “Next time I’ll have to swing the bat
harder, and maybe I can turn it to mush.” All the girls laughed hysterically
at this. Allen woke up about 2 hours later. “How are you feeling Allen?”
Angela asked her son. “It still hurts a lot.” “Hannah is really sorry, but it
was an accident. You’re not mad at her are you?” Allen was very angry at all
of them, but right now he was under a certain degree of control from his
sister, and he didn’t know what she might do to him in the vulnerable position
that he was sure to be in for the next few days. So he decided to cover for
her. “No, I’m not angry. I know it was an accident.” “You’re such a good boy,
Allen, I’m so proud of you. As soon as you’re ready to go, I’ll help you into
this wheelchair so you don’t have to walk to the car. Ok sweetie?” “K mom. I
guess we might as well go now.” “Ok, here, let me help you.” Angela helped her
son into the wheelchair, and rolled him out through the waiting room. “Come on
girls, let’s go home.” The girls followed Angela and Allen out to the car.
Allen sat in the passenger seat, and the three girls sat in the back seat.
“Don’t you have anything to say to your brother Hannah?” “Sorry for rupturing
your testicle.” Hannah said in light hearted, almost joking way. The girls all
snickered quietly in the back seat. Angela didn’t really call them on it
because the whole situation was so unusual, that she wasn’t really sure what
to say. When they got home the girls went up to Hannah’s room, and Angela
helped Allen into his room where he had to lay in bed for the next four days.
Angela called her sister. “Hello.” Hey Heather.” “What’s up?” “Well, there’s
been an accident…Allen and the girls were playing baseball earlier today, and
Hannah accidentally threw the ball at Allen’s crotch.” “ahuh” Heather laughed
a little bit after she heard this, but tried to control herself. “So, when the
baseball hit him, it ruptured one of his testicles.” “Oh my god.” She faked
concern. “Well, when I got home, he was unconscious, and looked really pale,
like he was in shock or something. For some reason the girls didn’t think to
call 911. So I did right away.” “Well they probably didn’t realize that he was
unconscious, they probably just thought he was holding his balls, like guys
always do when they get hit there.” “Maybe…anyways, the doctor said that he
did rupture a testicle, but he won’t lose it or anything. He just has to keep
it wrapped in gauze, and stay in bed for the next four days.” “God, that’s
pretty sad, I didn’t know there could be so many problems just from getting
hit in the nuts!” “Well, yeah, I feel so bad for him. My poor baby’s nuts hurt
so bad, and when I look in his eyes, I can just see that he is in pain.”
“That’s sad. He’ll be ok though, you shouldn’t worry.”
Chapter 5
The Healing Light
Allen slept through the morning, and didn’t really eat anything. In Hannah’s
room they all laughed about the events of the previous day. “Wouldn’t it be
funny if he had lost one of his nuts?” Sarah asked. “Yeah, that would have
been so funny, I would give him so much shit about it. He’d be Allen, the one-
nut wonder.” They all laughed. “Let’s go see how he’s doing,” Hannah
suggested. “Yeah, I wanna go see,” agreed Robin. “Me too.” Said Sarah. They
went into Allen’s room. He was sleeping. “Shh” Hannah said as she put her
finger in front of her mouth. They all walked quietly next to Allen’s bed.
Hannah very carefully lifted the blanket off of Allen, revealing his naked
body, and his wrapped balls. Robin started laughing because she thought it was
so funny to see him with a cast around his balls. Like he had broken balls.
The laughter woke him up. “Hey, what the fuck?” Allen, grabbed the blanket and
covered himself up. By now all three girls were laughing. “Leave me alone, I
need to sleep.” “Ok, I just wanted to say sorry, and thank you for not telling
mom what really happened…Oh, and, I’ll try to be nicer to you from now on.”
After saying that she jabbed her fist right into his balls, stopping just
millimeters before hitting them. “Jesus Fuck” Allen gasped. “Just kidding”
Hannah laughed. Sarah and Robin joined her in laughing. “Ok, we’ll let you get
some sleep now…I love you, Allen.” Hannah really did feel bad after she saw
him with that gauze around his balls. She decided she wouldn’t kick him in the
nuts anymore, unless he really deserved it. They left, and let him sleep.
Heather came over to get Sarah and Robin at about five in the evening. Before
getting her daughters she visited with her sister a bit. “How’s Allen doing?”
“He’s doing fine, I guess. He’s been sleeping all day. You can go up and see
him if you want to try and make him feel better.” “Sure.” Heather went up to
Allen’s room, and opened the door quietly. Allen was half-awake, and noticed
her open the door. “Hey, Allen, how are you feeling?” “A little better.” “So,
you, ah, ruptured a nut, eh?” She laughed a little in embarrassment after
realizing what she had just said. “Yeah, but the doctor said I’ll be fine. I
just have to stay in bed for the next four days.” “Do they hurt still?” “Yeah,
they still hurt pretty bad.” He wasn’t lieing, his testicles had been in
pretty much the same amount of pain since he got home the night before. It was
kind of like a constant, intense burning pain in his abdomen that never really
abated. Sleep was his only escape. “Well, I hope you feel better. See you
later, Allen.” “Bye” Heather left, taking her daughters home with her. Allen
slept for most of the next three days. Each day after the first the pain
gradually decreased. By the fourth day there was nothing but a dull ache in
the testicle that was ruptured.
Chapter Six
Fairgrounds
It was the fifth day, and Allen had to go the doctor early in the morning to
get looked at.
“Hi Allen, how are you doing,” asked Nurse Jenny. “Oh, I feel a lot better
now.” “Good, the doctor will be in here in a few minutes, you just need to
take off your pants and underwear before she gets here, ok?” “Ok.” Allen was a
little embarrassed, but did it anyways. “Alright, let’s see how you’re doing.”
Dr. Shannon unwrapped his gauze. “Well, you could certainly use a shower.” She
joked. She began feeling his testicles with her gloved hand, squeezing them
between her fingers again. It still hurt when she squeezed, even though he was
recovered. “Well, the rupture has closed up…that’s a good thing…it looks like
you will get to keep both of your testicles…you’re a lucky boy…just be sure
not to get kicked in the nuts or anything, ok?” “Ok.” Allen left the doctor’s
office, and got in the car with his mom. “So, Allen, today is the first day of
the fair, and there is a band that Hannah wants to see. If your up to it, you
can go too. “Will you buy me a bracelet?” “After all you’ve been through…of
course I will.” “Ok, I’ll go.” “Great.” They drove home. Hannah was ready to
go when they got there, so they left right away. They went to Mcdonald’s
before the fair because Allen didn’t get breakfast. Each person in the family
had different things they wanted to do at the fair. Angela wanted to look at
the various arts and crafts. Hannah wanted to see a band. Allen wanted to go
on all the vomit rides. So they all split up and agreed to meet together at
about eight o’ clock. They all enjoyed themselves more or less, although it
was a little hot and muggy. Allen got to go on a lot of rides. A few of the
rides kind of hurt his balls, because of the g-force, so that made it a little
less enjoyable for him. Allen was about to go on the Ring of Fire, when three
girls called out his name and started quickly walking towards him. It took him
a moment to realize that they were some girls from school. Jessica, Becca, and
Holly. Jessica had a dark complexion, due to her African American heritage.
She was short, and fat, and had shoulder length curly brown hair. Allen wasn’t
very popular in school, but just because you’re not popular, doesn’t mean
you’re nice. Allen had been particularly cruel to Jessica over the last year
in school. He called her names, and laughed at her when other people made fun
of her. He even left notes in her locker telling her that she was fat, and
ugly, and that she should kill herself. He wasn’t really a mean person, just a
destructive teenager, that was prone to peer pressure. His friends always
tried to get him to do mean shit to Jessica, and he complied, not without
guilt. Becca, and Holly were better looking than Jessica, but not popular in
school because they were nice to Jessica. Becca had blonde hair, and was a
cute cheerleader type. Holly was Native American, and had bleached blonde hair
with dark brown roots growing in. Holly was very beautiful, she could have
been a model. They all walked up to Allen, and stood around him, kind of
pinning him against a nearby wall. “Hey, Allen.” Becca said with an extreme
tone of sarcasm in her voice. “How are you doing today?” Holly spoke “Why were
you always such an asshole to Jessica last year in school? I think you owe her
an apology.” “Sorry.” Allen said half-assedly. After he said that Jessica
kicked him in the balls, jamming her flip-flops and toes into his crotch.
Allen let out a gasp, and immediately collapsed. His testicles were much more
sensitive because of the recent damage to them, and this kick sent him back
into a world of intense abdominal pain. “You’re such a fucking prick, I hope I
popped your fucking worthless testicles.” “If you fuck with me at school ever
again, I swear to God I’ll castrate you.” Jessica spit in his face after
threatening him, and they all strutted away. Allen was left cradled on the
ground. He was laughed at by quite a few girls as they walked by, ranging from
teenage girls, to adult women. Allen just lay there on the ground for the next
hour. He was very worried that his testicle had been ruptured again. Doctor
Shannon specifically told him not to get kicked in the balls, like he would do
it on purpose or something. He was worried, but too embarrassed to tell his
mom.
After assaulting Allen; Becca, Holly, and Jessica developed a sort of paranoid
guilt. They were afraid that Allen would call the police, or tell his mom, and
she would call the police. They didn’t want to get in trouble…Jessica didn’t
want to go to jail. “What should we do?” asked Jessica in a worried tone. “We
have to make up a story, just in case.” “Yeah, just in case.” “Ok, ok, I have
a plan,” purported Holly. “Let’s say that we caught Allen raping you in the
bathroom,” she said to Becca. “I’ll call his mom and explain to her that we
walked into the bathroom, and caught him raping you. We got him off of you,
and ran away, but you didn’t want to call the police because you were too
embarrassed, so we just kicked him as hard as we could in the balls, and left.
Does that sound believable?” “Yeah, but what if he calls the police?” asked
Jessica. “Well, if he’s that much of a dick that he’ll call the cops just
because you kicked him in the nuts, then we’ll just tell the cops the same
story. If he’s that much of an asshole he deserves to go to jail.” “You have
his home phone number?” “Sure do, luckily, I never throw away a phone number.
I found his phone number in my locker at school. I’m gonna try calling her as
soon as I get home.”
Allen finally got up after an hour, but he didn’t feel like doing anything
else. His testicle was still in serious pain, so he went to the place where he
was to meet his mom and sister in three hours. He sat on the bench for three
hours as the pain very gradually abated. Finally his mom and sister showed up.
“Hey, Allen, sorry we kept you waiting.” His mom didn’t realize how long he
was really waiting there. “It’s ok” Allen got up and walked out to the car
with them, trying not to limp. Angela, and Sarah didn’t notice any difference
in the way he was walking, besides what they already expected because he was
still recovering from his last injury.
Chapter Seven
Descent
Holly tried to call Angela when she got home, but nobody was there. She tried
calling again the next evening, and Angela answered the phone. “Hello?” “Hi,
is this Allen’s mom?” “Yes.” “Hi, my name is Holly…I go to school with Allen.
I’m calling to tell you about something that happened at the fair yesterday.”
“Ok” “Well, I was at the fair yesterday with two of my friends. Anyways, we
were out in the old stadium, just messing around. Becca went down to go to the
bathroom. Shortly after she left, we heard her screaming, so we ran to the
bathroom. Allen was on top of her, trying to pull her pants down. I ran up
behind him, and kicked him in the groin, then we all ran away.” “Oh my God.”
Angela was in shock. “I told her to call the cops, but she was too embarrassed
and didn’t want to. I just thought you should know, so you can maybe do
something about it.” “I’m so sorry, I never had any idea that my son could do
something like this. I’m so sorry.”
Angela was in denial. She just couldn’t understand. Angela went upstairs, and
locked Allen in his room. He was asleep, and didn’t realize what had happened.
Allen woke up in the middle of the night, hungry. He tried to open his door,
but realized he was locked in. He didn’t know why his mother locked him in his
room, but he was trapped in there, and knew he must have done something to
deserve it. He didn’t try to get out, because he was afraid she would get
angry. He decided to go back to sleep.
The next day Allen was still locked in his room. He wanted some food, and
water, so he started trying to get somebody to let him out. He started
knocking on the door, yelling, pounding on the door, to no avail. Hannah heard
him, but didn’t really care. He must have done something to deserve being in
there. Angela was still disturbed, but tried to go on with life as normal. She
really didn’t know what to do about Allen. She considered castrating him, but
didn’t want to kill him in the process. She knew he had probably raped other
girls before. She knew he had to suffer for his crimes. Angela left Allen in
his room all day with no food. The only water he had was from his bathroom
sink. Allen was getting really hungry, and really depressed about being locked
in his room. He needed food, he needed to know why he was locked up. Angela
went to sleep that night with a worried mind, hoping she could train her son
to be a good boy.
Angela woke up, and knew that Allen needed some food. She brought him up an
apple, two slices of bread, some cheese, and multi-vitamins. When she opened
the door, Allen was quiet, he knew he was in some sort of trouble. “Allen, I
need to talk to you.” “Ok” “I locked you in your room because of what happened
at the fair.” “What?” “Allen, don’t pretend like you don’t know.” “I don’t
know what your talking about!” “You don’t know that you tried to rape that
girl from school in the bathroom?!?! You don’t know that her friend saved
her?!?! You don’t know that she was too embarrassed to call the cops, so she
called me instead?” “Mom, that’s not true, I never tried to rape anyone!!! I
swear mom! You have to believe me, I would never do that!!! Please! You have
to believe me!” Angela grabbed his scrotum through his briefs, taking both of
his nuts in between her tightened fist. “Just shut up Allen, denying the truth
is only going to make your punishment worse.” Allen gasped for air, he was in
shock that his mother was doing this to him, especially because he was
innocent. Angela squeezed down as hard as she could, letting out all her
frustration with Allen, on his nuts. Allen was starting to black out, his
vision was black, but he was still conscious. It was as if the pain kept
bringing him back awake. He was beginning to feel very nauseous, and started
dry heaving. There was nothing but a little water in his stomach. Angela let
go of his balls, and gave him a quick punch to his aching balls. Allen was dry
heaving, and gasping for breath, desperately trying to hang on to his nuts. He
collapsed to the floor, his whole body in a fever from the burning pain
emanating from his testes. “You tried to rape a girl. I’m sure you have
succeeded in raping girls in the past. You are lucky you’re not in jail. This
is how it’s gonna be. You’re staying locked in your room, until I feel that
you are ready to return to society. I am going to discipline you until you no
longer have the desire to rape girls. You will not cry out or try to get your
sister’s attention. If you do that you will lose one of your testicles, do you
understand?” “Yes” Allen gasped under his breath. He was horribly terrified,
and saddened that his mother didn’t believe him. There was nothing he could do
about it. “Stand up, Allen.” Allen tried to stand up, but couldn’t get past
his knees. “If you aren’t standing up in five seconds you’ll be sorry.” Allen
barely managed to pull himself to his feet. “Ok, sweetie, now we’re going to
do a quick exercise of trust. I want you to close your eyes, and spread your
legs.” Allen did so despite his best reasoning telling not to. He could hear
his mother’s breath. She was preparing herself, and her feet. She eyed his
crotch, and flexed her legs. She snap kicked the ball of her foot right into
his barely clothed, burning vulnerable balls. Allen let out the most obscene
sounding squeal that she had ever heard come from his mouth, as he went
unconscious on the floor. Angela left him his breakfast, and never returned to
him for the rest of the day. She felt like they were on the right track to him
being a valuable member in society. Allen woke up a few hours later, in some
intense fucking pain. He was starving and managed to drag himself over to his
stale breakfast. He ate it all, but was not satisfied. His mind was reeling
from the stress of this situation. He lay down in bed, in a world of pain, and
mental anguish.
The next day, Angela brought Allen the same meal. “Allen, I hate to have to do
this to you, you know?” Allen was in too much of a daze to respond. He was so
hungry, that all he could do was immediately eat the food. “You are a rapist.
I don’t know why, but somewhere I must have gone wrong. Now it’s my duty to
teach you why rape is wrong. Stand up Allen.” Allen started crying. “Mom, I
didn’t do it! Please mom, I didn’t do it!” “Stand up NOW!” Allen stood up in
fear of what his mother would do next. “Close your eyes and spread your legs.”
Allen didn’t want to obey her, but was too afraid not to. Allen’s mother was
wearing a one piece dress, kind of like a housewife dress, she was barefoot.
Angela gave her son another hard snap kick right to the nuts. The calloused
ball of her foot smashed Allen’s balls against his pelvic bone, causing him to
collapse on the floor in agony. He wondered when his nuts were gonna get a
break from all the abuse over the past week. Allen was cradled in the fetal
position. Angela got down really close to Allen’s face, and whispered to him.
“Now you’re going to see what it’s like to be raped.” Angela rolled her son
over onto his back. She spread her legs above his head. Allen was horrified to
look at his mother’s bare vagina and ass above his face, and he had no idea
what was going to happen. She squatted down positioning her warm pussy in his
mouth. Allen was disgusted with the smell of her vagina, and asshole, because
her asshole was right over his nose. “Lick my pussy Allen…make me cum, like
you came in those girls. Allen started slowly licking her pussy, but was
really disgusted with the taste, so he barely licked it. He felt his mother’s
hand wrap around his scrotum, she started violently squeezing his balls
between her fist. “You’re gonna have to put a little more effort in than that,
if you wanna keep your balls. Lick the whole pussy, lap it up with your whole
tounge.” She positioned his balls on the outside of her fist, so they were
fully exposed and trapped. Allen started licking her whole pussy. He really
couldn’t stand the taste. He had never licked pussy before. Not to mention the
fact that he was in tears about what his own mother was doing to him. He
started getting sick of licking, so he slowed down a bit. When he did that
Angela flattened her other hand, and slapped his nuts a couple times, as hard
as she could. Those slaps sent a lightning bolt of pain throughout his
abdomen. He felt nauseous, but forced himself to do as she wished. He kept
licking. After about five minutes he slowed down again. “What’s the problem,
Allen? Don’t you like being raped? You better start licking.” After saying
that she gave him three hard punches in his trapped nuts, which felt like they
had exploded. He was trying not to cry. After another five minutes, Angela’s
ass and legs started tightening around Allen’s face. She was starting to cum.
She had an orgasm for a couple minutes, then left Allen on the floor, alone in
his room until the next day. Allen was disturbed, and in that same unbearable
pain. He was sure he would vomit, and that he would never have children again.
He couldn’t believe his mother would do this to him. He couldn’t believe she
didn’t believe him. Angela, on the other hand, was starting to enjoy punishing
her son. She was getting very turned on by having him in there as her slave,
even though she knew it was wrong. He deserved it for being a rapist. That
evening, Angela called up her sister, Heather to tell her the terrible news.
“Hello?” “Hi Heather, how are you?” “I’m doing good. What’s up?” “Well…I have
something to tell you about Allen.” “What is it? Is he ok?” “Yeah…well, yeah
he’s ok. I found out from some girls that go to his school that he has raped a
few girls from school, but they were too embarrassed to call the police.” “Oh
my God.” “Yeah, well, I’m not calling the police, but I have him locked in his
room.” “That’s good, what are you going to do?” “I’m gonna have to make it so
he will never rape a girl again. Don’t you agree?” “Yes, of course.” “Well,
I’ve only been giving him one meal a day, and I’ve been punishing his
testicles.” “That makes sense.” “Well, I’ve also been teaching him what it
feels like to be raped, by forcing him to eat me out.” “Oh my God, that’s
terrible.” “Why?” “Well, I guess you’re right, he does deserve it.” Heather
was really turned on, she thought Allen was getting sexy as he grew older, and
she had fantasized about him before. She was a sadist as well, so this really
turned her on. “Do you need me to come over and help you?” “Yeah, if you want
to. I can come get you tomorrow before I punish him.” “Ok, please do.” “Ok,
see you tomorrow.”
The next day, Angela picked up her sister at about noon. They drove home, and
prepared Allen his daily meal. They went up to his room to punish him. Angela
walked in first. “Hey, Allen, I have a surprise for you today.” Allen looked
at her. “It’s your aunt, she’s come over to help me punish you.” Heather
walked in the room smiling. “Hi, Allen.” “Hi Aunt Heather.” “Your mother tells
me that you’ve been raping girls.” Allen didn’t even bother arguing this time.
“Well I think that’s terrible, so I asked if I could come over and help punish
you.” Allen wasn’t wearing any clothes underneath his blankets. Angela pulled
the blankets off of Allen, and started fondling his balls. “These testicles
are what have caused you to rape girls, so these testicles are what we will
punish.” Angela took a hold of her son’s balls. She started squeezing down
hard again, but this time she was rougher. She trapped his nuts on the outside
of her fist and just started punching and slapping the life out of them. Allen
was struggling to get away somehow, but the more he struggled the harder she
pulled on his nuts. He couldn’t breathe. She finally stopped after what seemed
like ten minutes. “Why don’t you have a try Heather?” “Ok…Sorry to do this to
you Allen, but you deserve it.” Angela slammed her fist down hard, over and
over again into his trapped balls. Allen couldn’t breathe again. His heart was
racing, and he was sure he would pass out soon. It was as if each punch was
keeping him awake. “I have a suggestion for you Heather.” “Ok, what is it?”
Allen was about to vomit. “Just slap his balls as hard as you can. It really
gives an even shock to the entire testes, and it actually sends an even more
intense shockwave of pain through his body. “Ok.” Heather slapped him once as
hard as she could. Allen began dry heaving again. “Wow, you’re right, that
really works.” Angela released his balls that were now bruised and swollen.
Allen felt like his balls were two burning auras of fire. He could feel
nothing but the intense pain, causing his body to fever, and his mind to burn
with a sweltering fever pitch, that was driving away from consciousness. He
heard the faint sound of his mother and aunt laughing at him in the
background. He couldn’t believe what was happening to him. “Allen sweetie, I
need your mouth over here.” Angela cooed. Allen was so disturbed from all
this. His mother pulled him by his shoulder, onto his back. He watched her
wriggle out of her jeans. She slid her panties off, but left her shirt on. He
watched as his mother big ass came towards his face. He could smell her pussy
and ass even before she sat down. Her pussy was moist, and warm when she sat
on his face. She started grinding her pussy in his face. “Lick.” He took the
one word command, and began licking his mother’s hot, moist vagina. Her
asshole was right in his nose again. She casually wrapped her hand around his
pulverized balls, and trapped them on the outside of her fist, in case he got
lazy. She only had to slap him a few times. The slaps meant nothing to her,
but were hell for Allen. Her legs started tightening up around his head, and
she came with her son’s face in her ass. She got up, stood over him, and gave
him a good hard kick in the balls. He doubled over, gasping for air yet again.
“It’s your turn Heather.” Heather was already naked rubbing herself. She
quickly got on top of Allen’s face. If his mother’s pussy was moist, Heather’s
pussy was dripping wet. Her asshole smelled a lot worse than Angela’s. Overall
it was a lot grosser eating her pussy. Heather started really getting into it,
and trapped his balls on the outside of her fist. She started slapping him
over and over again, he could barely keep licking. He stopped licking because
he was gasping for air. “Nobody said you could stop licking.” She pinched each
nut between her thumb and fist. “You better be careful Allen, or I might just
pop ‘em like grapes.” Allen started licking even though he couldn’t breathe.
Angela started slapping his balls again. Her ass started tightening around his
face. She had a long slow orgasm, dripping pussy juice all over Allen’s face.
She lingered for a while after coming. No longer hitting his balls, but still
forcing him to lick. She finally got up. “Well, see you tomorrow Allen.”
Heather said, half out of breath from cumming. They both smiled at Allen as
they left. Allen was left in his hellish prison, with another stale meal, and
swollen balls.
Chapter Eight
Cigarette Burns
Hannah was wondering why her brother was in his room. “Why has Allen been in
his room the last few days mom?” “His testicles are bothering him, the doctor
said he might have to have them removed.” Hannah laughed. Angela now laughed
with her, because she was developing a sadistic view of her son. “I better get
up there with his breakfast, so he doesn’t get cranky.” Angela carried his
breakfast up to him. “Heather’s on her way…but first I have a little gift your
you…It’s something to help you on the road to recovery.” Angela revealed a
vice from behind her back. “Wh- What are you gonna do with that?” “Oh, you’ll
see.” Angela was wearing a sundress, and straddled her son’s face, on the bed.
Her pussy was clean shaven, and smelled noticibly better. It seemed like she
had just taken a shower. She leaned forward, so he had to lift up his head to
lick her pussy. His nose was right in her ass, but it didn’t really smell bad
this time. He was still disturbed, but at least it was cleaner. “Now, we’re
going to play a game, Allen…Every time I feel like you need to do a better job
at licking, I’m going to tighten this vice one turn. If I don’t cum soon
enough, then your balls will be pancakes…so you better hope I cum.” Allen was
terrified, and felt her slide his balls in between the cold steel walls of the
vice. She turned the crank far enough where his balls couldn’t move out of
place. It didn’t really hurt yet, but he was scared. He licked her pussy the
best he could, but eventually she did turn the vice. The first turn made Allen
very uncomfortable. His balls felt like they were going to collapse. He
started lapping up her, now moist, pussy, with more vigor than before. Yet
again, his licking didn’t quite fit the bill, so the crank was turned another
full circle. His balls were really cramped, and very tight now. He was having
waves of pain. It was a strange kind of pain, because instead of being focused
on one point on his nuts, it was spread out evenly. His testicles were
starting to flatten. They were not their normal shape. “You better put more
effort forth than that…they’re almost flat now. You don’t want flat balls, do
you Allen?” Allen didn’t respond, he didn’t know what to say. He lapped her
pussy, like a little puppy, trying to please every part of her. She only
tightened the vice one more turn, when he slowed down a bit. His nuts were in
excruciating pain. They were almost completely flat, and he was horrified. His
mother started cumming over his face again, and finally she finished. “Look at
your nuts, Allen, they’re like pancakes now. They look so funny. Here, let’s
get that old vice off of you now.” After saying that she kicked the vice off
the bed, yanking Allen to the floor on top of it. His balls felt like they had
been ripped out of his body. “I guess it was tighter than I realized. You
better just lay on the ground, and I’ll pull it off.” Allen secretly loosened
the vice by one turn before she came around to the other side of the bed. It
was still tight, but when she yanked on it, it only took a couple times for it
to come off. “Let me see if they stay flat or not.” She pried his legs apart,
and saw that his balls had returned to their normal shape. “Oh, your nuts are
no fun, they didn’t stay flat…Oh well, they’ll be flattened soon enough.”
Allen was sickened with the intense pain from his balls being ripped out of
socket. He was having difficulty breathing, and really needed to be alone.
There was a knock at the door. “Who is it?” “It’s me.” Angela let her sister
in the room. “Allen’s over here.” “Oh, so the rapist is hiding behind the
bed…you better get up on the bed so I can rape you, Allen.” Heather went back
behind the bed, and gave Allen, a slamming hard kick right to his already out
of socket nuts. He felt the rubber of her boot give him a rugburn on his
nutsack, and her boot just pounded in there, sending him into further torment.
“Get up there before I kick you again.” Angela giggled to herself. “I’ll leave
you two alone.” Angela left the room. “Good, now I can be rough as I want,
Allen.” She reached down to his crotch, and managed to move his hands, and get
a hold of his nuts. She yanked him to his feet, and threw him on the bed.
Heather pulled down her grey sweat pants, and took her panties off. He saw
that she had a pad in her panties, and knew that she was on her period.
“Today’s your lucky day, Allen…You get your red wings today.” Allen looked
disgusted, but was more consumed with the intense pain in his abdomen. Heather
crawled on top of him, and straddled his face. She was rough as the day
before, squeezing, punching, and slapping his nuts. Her pussy was dripping
blood, and juice. “Drink it all up, boy.” Allen’s mouth was full of a
disgusting tasting mix of blood, and his aunt’s disgusting pussy. His balls
felt like they were being destroyed today. Heather had a long orgasm on his
face, and relaxed taking a short nap over his face. “Be my pad for me while I
take a nap, won’t you Allen?” She lay her head down, on his burning aching
testicles. Even having her head resting there hurt his balls. She didn’t nap
for more than a couple minutes. She crawled off of him, and leaned really
close to his face. “You’re such a good nephew, Allen.” She whispered right in
his ear. She pulled out a cigarette, and lit it right in front of his face.
Every time she shook the ashes off on his penis, which burned a little bit.
When she got to the end of the cigarette, she said, “Where should I put this
out?” “I d-d-don’t know.” “I guess I should put it out in the ashtray.” She
grabbed his penis with one hand, and slowly lowered her cigarette towards the
top of his dick, right underneath his head, on the right side. She twisted the
cherry out slowly on the side of his dick. Allen started writhing around,
trying desperately to escape the all encompassing pain. Heather laughed while
she was burning away the skin off of her nephew’s cock. After she put out the
cigarette she started jacking him off, which was intensely painful. “Do you
want a handjob now?” She laughed. “Allen, I’m really sorry to tell you this,
but I have to take a piss…and I don’t feel like walking to the bathroom. Will
you be my toilet?” Allen had a very scared look on his face. She couldn’t be
serious. “Open up, and don’t spill any, or you’ll be very sorry.” She
straddled his face, her thighs and asscheeks smacking against his face. She
positioned her urethra over his open mouth. The stench was still disgusting.
Allen was not ready for what was about to happen. He felt a warm fast stream
of urine start spraying out of her. There was much more urine than he had
expected, and he could barely swallow all of it, without spilling anything.
“Now lick me clean.” Allen licked her urethra until she got off of him. “Ok,
see ya tomorrow, Allen. Here’s a cookie for you.” She pulled his mouth open,
and shoved her old pad in it. “Eat that, if I find it in here tomorrow, you’ll
be in a whole new world of pain.” She forced him to chew, put her pants on,
and left the room, laughing the whole time. Allen wanted to hide the pad, but
couldn’t think of anywhere that they wouldn’t find it, because of the strong
smell. He forced himself to finally eat every last fiber of it. He was in
hell. His balls felt like they were completely destroyed, and his stomach was
full of his aunt’s period. He was sickened with all of this.
The next day, Allen woke up with sore, aching balls. He hadn’t recovered at
all from the day before. He certainly must have had permanent damage. Just the
same, he was starving, and couldn’t wait to get his meal. His mother and aunt
came in together that evening, bringing his meal with them. “Aren’t you happy
to see your mommy and auntie Allen?” Angela asked. Allen didn’t even make eye
contact. He only stared at his food. His mother walked up to him, and lifted
his chin. She made a pouty face, “You can’t eat that, until you eat us…ok? But
first, a little discipline. She ripped off his blankets, exposing his nude
body. He shivered. “Get on the ground!” Allen slid to the floor. “Now spread
your legs Allen, the same way you forced those poor girls to spread their
legs.” Allen spread his legs, and Heather lifted up her skirt to sit on his
face. She pulled his arms up above his head, so he couldn’t block the blows,
except with his legs. His legs were spread, because he was afraid of being
disobedient. He couldn’t see anything but his aunt’s ass. Angela started
kicking him in the balls. Her foot slammed into his nuts three times before he
reflexively struggled to block. Kicks were by far the most painful blow that
he could receive to his nuts, without any sort of weapon. Each kick made his
balls about ten times more painful to have on his body. Now he was gasping for
air, as his mother struggled to spread his legs in order to kick him some
more. By the time his aunt came he had been kicked about eight times in the
balls by his mother’s bare feet. Allen’s face was soaking with his aunt’s
juices. Heather lit a cigarette, and smoked it, using Allen’s genitals as the
ashtray. “Hmm, where should I put out my cigarette today? What do you think
Angela?” “How about right here.” “Ok”. Angela pointed at the center of the
head of her son’s penis. Heather slowly ground the cigarette out on Allen’s
head, leaving another terrible burn. Angela wriggled out of her jeans, and
stood over Allen’s face. She squatted down on his face, and forced him to eat
his mother’s pussy again. Heather got in about three more really hard kicks
with her pointy heels. After Angela came, they left him there on the floor
barely able to stay conscious from the intense pain in his groin. Allen
examined his balls to find them bruised, and swollen. His scrotum seemed to be
full of blood.
The next day Angela and Heather brought little Allen his breakfast in the
afternoon. “Another day, another ball-beating.” Allen’s mother joked. “I want
my head first today, ok Heather?” “Fine with me.” “Just lay there on the bed
Allen, you know what to do.” Angela threw the covers off of Allen’s nude body,
and pulled off her dress. She crawled over his chest, and sat her pussy down
in his mouth, with her thighs and ass cheeks in his face. “Slap him around a
bit for me, will ya’ Heather?” “Sure.” Heather grabbed a hold of Allen’s
jewels tightly, trapping them on the outside of her fist. She started slapping
him, as hard as she could. Lightning bolts of sheer agony tore through his
abdomen. His balls were so damaged that they always hurt. Heather seemed to
really enjoy beating on his balls. She was always smiling and laughing as she
did it. Angela had a really intense orgasm this time. She dismounted her son’s
face, leaving it for her sister, who was still on her period. “How do you feel
about being my vibrator today, Allen?” Allen didn’t respond. Heather mounted
Allen’s face, with her smelly, hot, pussy dripping into his open mouth. Angela
got up on the bed, and started kicking him again. Her toenails must not have
been trimmed lately because he felt them tear into his skin a little. His
balls weren’t much more than aching nuggets of meat now. He could have still
recovered, if it had stopped there. Heather had a wet, sloppy orgasm in her
nephew’s face. She casually lit up a cigarette, still using Allen as a pad.
She smoked her cigarette, while all her period blood dripped into Allen’s
mouth. This time she slowly put out her cigarette on the side of his shaft. “I
brought a surprise for you, Allen.” Allen was terrified, he remembered his
mother’s surprise a couple days earlier. Heather stepped outside, and came
back with a medium sized wooden contraption. It looked like two wooden blocks
with two clamps on the outside. “I made this just for you, Allen. Here, I’ll
show you how it works.” Angela and Heather were both smiling. Heather
proceeded to loosen the clamps, taking the two blocks apart. This revealed a
carved out space between the two blocks. “If you haven’t guessed already, your
cock and balls go in here. So you can’t rape anyone.” She rested his genitals
in the indentation on one of the blocks of wood. The other block had a
parallel indentation, which she closed tightly over him. She used the clamps
to seal the deal. The indentation was the right size for his genitals, but
there was almost no opening, so it almost completely cut off the circulation
to his genitals. “A little tight isn’t it? Kinda pinches?” Angela joked.
Heather began explaining this to Allen. “I decided that you need to wear this
until we come back tomorrow.” Allen didn’t want to do that because he was
afraid there was no circulation. “Can we trust you not to take off the
clamps?” “yeah.” “hmm, I don’t think we can trust you…you’re such a little
baby, you would probably want circulation to your wittle balls…we’ll just have
to be make sure you don’t take it off.” Heather pulled five long nails out of
her pocket, along with a hammer. A look of terror flushed Allen’s face. “NO!
No! you can trust me! You can trust me!” Allen pleaded with them, but his
cries fell on deaf ears. Angela tied her sons ankles and arms to the bedposts
with some of his clothes. “Don’t worry, Allen, I’ll be real careful not to put
the nails through your privates. Angela held the block still as Heather
positioned a nail on the outer edge. She swung the hammer, but it just kind of
bounced because it was on the bed. That bounce nearly yanked Allen’s nuts out
of his body. “let’s set it up on this dresser,” Angela suggested. They yanked
the block over to the dresser on the side of the bed. Heather positioned the
nail again, and started pounding it in. Each pound from the hammer sent
shockwaves through the wood, and caused immense pain for Allen. Heather nailed
one nail on each side, beside his genitals. Angela spoke up. “I think we need
to give you some toilet training today Allen. You need to learn what real
shame feels like.” Angela crawled over her son’s head again, and positioned
her urethra above his mouth. “Open wide, and don’t spill anything, or you’ll
be sorry.” Allen opened his mouth and tried to prepare himself for what should
never have been happening. He waited. A warm spray of urine shot in his mouth.
He choked a little bit, and spilled some on the bed. He swallowed most of it,
but made a little mess. “I warned you not to spill anything Allen.” Angela
grabbed the block, and yanked it back on the dresser. “Give me a nail, and the
hammer, Heather.” Heather handed her what she requested. “This is what happens
when you make a mess, Allen.” Angela positioned the nail around the middle of
the block, and started hammering. Each slam of the hammer sent that same
shockwave through Allen’s groin. It looked as if the nail was going to go
through his genitals somewhere. He prayed that it wouldn’t. As the nail drove
further through the wood, the point of pain seemed to be focusing on his left
testicle. “Look Heather, I think I nailed him right in the nut.” Angela
giggled. Heather laughed as well. Allen was getting faint from the all
encompassing pain of this nail being driven through his testicle. He started
throwing up over the edge of the bed. “Very bad Allen, you made another mess.”
Allen was in a complete daze, he could barely comprehend what was happening.
Angela finished driving the nail in completely with one hard pound. “Now for
that other mess you made, which I expect to be completely licked up by
tomorrow.” Angela started nailing another nail, this one was positioned above
his penis. Allen was so completely out of it mentally that he couldn’t even
feel that nail being driven through the middle of his penis. All he could feel
was his left testicle. “Sorry Allen, but I have to go pee too.” Heather
crawled on top of Allen’s face. “Open wide.” She commanded, and positioned her
urethra right over his face. Allen was out of it but managed to open his
mouth. He couldn’t even swallow any of the urine, it spilled all over his
face, and the bed. “You fucking slob! That’s so gross.” Heather yanked the
wooden block back up to the dresser, and started pounding a nail above his
right testicle. Allen tried to scream as the second nail was being driven in,
but couldn’t. He passed out from the pain. Heather drove the nail completely
through the block, and through his right testicle. They left him passed out on
the bed. Allen couldn’t piss with the block on. By evening he had to piss like
a racehorse, but he held it, because he had no way of taking the block off.
Even the slightest movement touching the block caused his pain to double. He
had a fever.
Chapter Nine
Black as Night
The next morning Heather and Angela returned with another meal for Allen.
Angela had a crowbar in her hand. “Time to take off your cage.” She chimed in
a happy tone. Allen still had a fever and was nauseated. He was afraid of what
was about to happen. Angela got up on her son’s face. But first, we need our
pleasure. Angela came on her son’s face again. “Now open wide, Allen.” They
had fallen into a routine, and now Allen knew what was expected of him, so he
opened his mouth, and waited for his mother to urinate in him. Angela hopped
off of Allen, and patted him on the head. “Good boy, now it’s your auntie
heather’s turn.” “Oh, it’s my turn already?” Heather straddled Allen’s face,
and had a wet sloppy orgasm, leaving Allen soaking wet. “I have to pee too.”
Allen opened his mouth, and filled his stomach with his aunt’s urine. Drinking
their urine was disgusting, but it also made him have to pee even more. “Ok,
let’s pry this off, so you can take a piss, after we leave. Will you hold this
against the dresser, while I pry it apart?” “Sure thing, Angie.” Heather
pulled Allen’s block onto the same dresser, causing him to gag from the
intense nauseating pain. “This might hurt a little, brace yourself.” Angela
managed to wedge the crowbar between the two blocks of wood, on the left side.
She pried while Heather held down the bottom block. It took a lot of force to
separate the blocks, but Allen felt every nudge, as the nail slowly tore it’s
way through his left testicle. Allen was crying, and dripping with sweat and
tears. Angela switched sides with Heather, and started prying up on the right
side. The nails were now tearing through both of his testicles, and penis.
When his mother got the blocks loose enough, she just yanked them apart, and
Allen collapsed on the bed. He was afraid to look at his genitals, but when he
finally did, he saw what a horrifying mess they were. They looked all
blackish, and had holes in them where the nails were. He could see some of the
insides of his scrotum on the outside. “Allen, I hate to tell you this, but I
think your peepee is dead.” Heather said with a sick sadistic tone of voice.
She took a final drag off of her cigarette, and brought it down towards Allen.
“Let’s see if it’s really dead.” She grabbed his purplish black penis in her
hand, and pinched the head, opening the urethra. “We don’t want you to be too
comfortable pissing after all.” Heather twisted the cherry of her cigarette
out in Allen’s sensitive urethra. He definitely still had feeling in his
penis, because that cigarette was the most painful burn he could ever imagine.
He passed out shortly afterwards. They left him alone, laughing about how good
it felt to take the law into their own hands. Allen woke up three hours later
in a puddle of his own urine, which his mother would force him to clean up
later. He looked at his genital and saw that the color had returned to them,
but they were covered in blood, and the wounds looked dirty. He was afraid he
was getting an infection, and he still had a fever.
Allen’s mom came back up the next morning alone. “I have a special breakfast
for you this morning, an appetizer of sorts.” Allen didn’t know what his
mother was talking about. Angela crawled over Allen’s face, and he realized
what she meant as she spread her asscheeks, and positioned her pink asshole
over his face. “Open wide, Allen, I ate a lot of spicy food yesterday, so
don’t be surprised.” Allen closed his eyes with his open mouth under his own
mother’s asshole. He felt a giant hot log start to emerge from her hole. He
kept gagging, but tried to detach his mind from his body. He continually
gagged as his mouth was filled with shit. This was truly the most disgusting
and disturbing experience of his life. She finally finished. The shit rose up
above his lips a little. “Well, what are you waiting for shit head? Start
swallowing it. Allen couldn’t bring himself to obey her command. He saw her
reach for a bottle of rubbing alcohol. She opened the bottle and doused his
mutilated genitals in the alcohol. The intense burn of the alcohol seeping
into his testicles was indescribable, but hopefully it would help his
infection Angela then pulled out a lighter, and positioned next to his balls.
While rubbing the alcohol in with her other hand she said. “Chew up that shit,
and swallow it, or I’ll light this candle, and end your career as a rapist
right now.” Allen forced himself to start tenderizing his mother’s shit with
his molars, he was sure he would puke, but he managed to finally swallow it
all. “Go brush your teeth, and use mouthwash now.” Allen got up and walked to
the bathroom. Each step caused his wounded balls to burn with the extreme pain
of the infection going on down there. He thoroughly brushed his teeth, and
used mouthwash twice. His stomach was extremely upset, and he was almost sure
that he would vomit. He walked back to the bed, where he saw his mother
spreading her butt cheeks. “Now be my toilet paper…lick me clean.” Allen was
humiliated to, but he licked his mother’s dirty asshole clean. He felt so
sickened that he wished he could die. Angela got up, and gave her son a good
hard kick to the balls. “Sweet dreams, darling.”
Chapter Ten
Ground Pork
Angela returned with Heather the next morning. Angela had some sort of
mechanical device, which Allen did not recognize. “Good morning, Allen.”
Angela said in a cheery tone. Angela and Heather both used Allen as a human
dildo. Heather took a huge shit in his mouth today. “Mmm, tastes good doesn’t
it, Allen? Now swallow it dear.” This was the second day in a row that Allen
had eaten shit, and he was afraid he would get sick. “Allen, I decided, as
your mother, that it is no longer safe for you to have a penis. That’s what
this meat-grinder is for.” Allen shuddered. “Now, don’t be afraid, it’ll just
be like grinding a band-aid off.” Angela and Heather both laughed. Angela
pulled her son up to his feet, and positioned his penis in the teeth of the
meat-grinder. “Will you hold him up for me Heather? I think he might be a baby
about this, and try to keep his little dink.” Heather got behind him and held
his body tightly against the meat ginder. “Close your eyes, my sweet little
boy, this is going to hurt more than you could ever imagine.” Angela warned
her son in a serious tone. She started to slowly twist the crank, and Allen
felt the teeth growing tighter around his penis, until they finally broke
through the skin. Heather whispered in his ear, “Now you know how you made
those girls feel.” His penis was shred now, and he was sure to pass out soon.
His mother started turning the crank furiously, until he was left with a
massively bleeding hole where his penis used to be. He was hyperventilating
now, and going into shock. His penis looked like ground pork on a dirty plate.
Angela walked towards the door, and said something. “You can come in now, he’s
bleeding.” Allen’s doctor, and a nurse walked into the room, and began
cleaning and treating his wounds. Angela had told them he was a non-convicted
rapist, but Allen had no idea of that. They said nothing to him, only made
sure he didn’t bleed to death or die from infection. Doctor Shannon gave
Angela some antibiotics to give to Allen, so he didn’t die from the raging
infection in his testicles. The nurse gave Allen two vicoden, that knocked him
out after an hour or so. Those pills were the only relief he had during this
whole ordeal.
The next day was the same as any other, except Allen didn’t have penis. All he
had was a stitched nub with a hole in it for his urethra. Angela and Heather
still used him for pleasure, and this time they both pissed in his mouth.
Angela and Heather each kicked him in the balls about three times. Each kick
was the worst kick of his life because of his severe infection. “Hey, Allen, I
didn’t think about it until now, but it’s gotta feel pretty good to pee with
no burn in your urethra. I’ll have to fix that.” When Heather was done with
her cigarette, she twisted it out in Allen’s new urethra. The burn was as
incredible as before, and he knew it would be hell for him to pee now. Angela
forced Allen to take his antibiotics, and they left him alone, to wallow in
his own self-pity.
Chapter Eleven
Final Days
The next day they both used Allen as a human toilet, by peeing, and defecating
in his mouth. Angela and Heather both felt like giving Allen a hard time
today. “You little fucking prick, how could you rape girls?” His mother
yelled, while kicking the life out of his little balls. “We’re gonna end your
career as a rapist, and a man, you little punk!” His mother yelled, while
squeezing and pinching his burning balls. Heather slammed her fist into his
blackened balls over and over again. She squeezed his nuts, digging her nails
into the holes from the nails. She slapped his nuts again and again. Heather
pulled out a bottle of extremely hot, hot sauce, and poured it all over his
genitals, using her pinky to push it into his urethra, and the holes in his
balls. Allen was in the most extreme testicular pain of his life. The hot
sauce felt like a cool relief at first, but after about a minute of her
rubbing it around, it started to burn so intensely that he felt like there was
molten lava running through his groin. He was sweating, and delirious from the
pain. Heather pulled him to his feet, and asked Angela to hold him up. Angela
held him, up, and Heather kicked him once as hard she could. The impact of her
warm foot caused him to gag. Heather took a tight hold of Allen’s left
testicle, and pulled him to the bathroom. “Angela, can you poke his testicle
through to me, when I get to the other side of the door?” “Sure”, Heather
agreed. “I want to abuse his nut without him being able to defend himself in
any way. “Ok” Heather pulled him to the bathroom, and handed Angela his
testicle. “Now, when I pull the nut all the way through, slam the door, ok?”
“Got it.” Heather walked into the bathroom and Angela poked Allen’s nut
through the crack in the inside of the door. “Wait, make him stand on a chair,
so we can pull it out from under him if we decide to.” “Good idea” Angela
said. Angela got a chair, and forced Allen to stand on it. She poked his ball
through the door, and Heather grabbed it tightly. “Now slam that door as hard
as you can Angela!” Angela slammed the door, but as she did, Allen’s testicle
slipped out of Heather’s hand. His nut naturally tried to get back where it
belonged, so as the door slammed, his testicle got trapped. The door was so
tight, and slammed so quickly, that his testicle was completely smashed.
Heather started laughing from inside the bathroom. Angela could see that Allen
was in pain, but didn’t know what had happened. “What?” Heather told her,
trying to hold back her laughter. “Oops, I accidentally let go of Allen’s
testicle as you were slamming the door, and it got caught in between. I think
it popped.” They both burst into laughter. Allen was feverish from this
continual suffering. “Well, that’s one down, and one to go.” They both
laughed. “Should I pull the chair out from under him?” Angela asked, laughing.
“Aha HAHA, yes, do it!” “Sorry to do this to you son.” Angela ripped the chair
out from under her son’s feet, and left him hanging by his scrotum for about
fifteen seconds, as it slowly tore itself away from his body. Allen fell to
the floor, in a sweaty, bloody mess. He was gasping for air, and trying to
stay alive through this torture. Heather came out, and peeled his testicle
from the inside of the door. She squeezed the mush out of his scrotum that
used to be his left nut. She showed Allen his testicle. “See, Allen, this
little thing was nothing but a problem for you, aren’t you glad to be rid of
it? Open your mouth!” Allen opened his mouth, and Heather shoved his mashed
testicle, and scrotum into it. “Chew your food up really good before you
swallow.” Angela instructed. Allen was humiliated to have to eat his own
testicle, but he was a slave now, and had no say in the matter. “Do you have
that blowtorch, Heather?” “Yeah, it’s in this bag.” Heather pulled out a small
blow torch. “I’m going to cauterize your wound with this, sweetie.” Angela
told her son, as she and Heather pried his legs apart. Angela started the
blowtorch up, and brought it to Allen’s genitals, not only cauterizing his
wound, but burning his penis nub, and remaining scrotal tissue.
“Tomorrow you can return to society, Allen! Aren’t you excited?” Allen nodded.
“All we have to do is one more step in making sure you never even want to look
at a girl ever again. Angela pulled a razor blade out of her pocket, and
carefully cut a slit into the right side of Allen’s scrotum. She lightly
squeezed so his testicle popped out of the slit. “We’re just gonna have a
little fun with what you have left of your manhood, before we make you into a
eunuch.” Angela pinched Allen’s bare nut, and caused him to vomit, over and
over again until there was nothing left in his stomach. When there was nothing
left he dry heaved because the pain was so intense. Heather was smoking a
cigarette, and ground it out on his bare nut, while laughing with a sadistic
look on her face. Allen’s heart was racing now and he swore he would pass out
or die, but he didn’t. He couldn’t breathe. Heather and Angela took turns
clapping his bare testicle between their palms. They were turned on watching
the horror, and sheer agony on his face. They thought this whole situation was
fun, and really had no comprehension of the hell they had put him through.
“I’ll destroy this one Heather.” “I get to watch though.” Heather watched in
anticipation of how Angela would destroy her son’s right testicle. Angela
reached down, and grabbed his nut. “This for all those girls you raped.” She
dug her pinky into the middle of his nut opening the nail wound further. She
then started twisting, and tearing up the insides of his nut. Allen was
convulsing. She shoved her other pinky in next to the other one, and tore his
nut in two. One half was still attached to his body. She took the last half in
between her palms, and rubbed her hands together furiously, giving Allen an
Indian rug burn, on the last half of the last half of his manhood that was
already burned by a cigarette. Allen was sure he would die, as his testicle
simply turned to mush between his mother’s palms. She quickly cauterized his
wound and watched as he passed out on the bed. Angela and Heather came many
times while looking at their new eunuch.
Chapter Twelve
Return to Society
The next day, Angela came up to Allen’s room and pulled a chair next to his
bed. “I just want to explain a few things to you before I let you return to
society. First of all, if you tell anyone what we did to you, we will make
sure that the whole school knows that you are a eunuch. Secondly, I’ve told
your sister and cousins that you were in here because of your testicular
injuries. They do not know that you lost your testicles, but they know that’s
why you were up here. So, anyway, here’s some clothes, and now that you are a
woman, I feel safe letting you back into society. We’ll give you testosterone
injections so you will still seem like a man. Now, get your clothes on, and
come down for breakfast.” Allen was different now, he was nothing. He was full
of sorrow. He would always feel like a beaten slave, and nothing more. He
obeyed his mother, as he always would, and put some clothes on to go down for
breakfast. His head tingled from the feeling of leaving the room that he was
sure he would die in. The world felt different now that he was a eunuch. As he
walked through the hallway alone he heard feet running up the stairs. He saw
his sister and cousins running upstairs smiling. “Hey, Allen, do your balls
feel better?” Hannah asked, laughing with the other girls. “I’ve been waiting
for them to get better so I can give you a present.” Allen didn’t really speak
anymore, as his spirit was broken. He looked at his sister in a new light, and
felt like a worthless being. Hannah kicked Allen in the crotch, and didn’t
feel anything there. Allen didn’t even collapse, he just stumbled back a
little. “Oh…MY…GOD! He LOST HIS NUTS!!!” All the girls laughed. “Haha, now
you’re Allen, the nutless wonder!” His sister and cousins made fun of him all
the time after that, and eventually the whole town knew he was a eunuch. All
the girls laughed at him because he wasn’t a real man. He was alone in this
new world.
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Ayzintion City – Just a Little Bit too Much | BI, TESTICLES | One slave learns what his balls can hold..... | ` This story forms yet another tale in the series that has come to be known at
Ayzintion City. The series is written in such a way that it doesn’t really
matter which story you read first, yet even so, they all form the tale and
they are all written about the same, magical place that is found only in my
mind. As a reminder, Ayzintion City is a place like no other place on earth.
It is city where the slave traders come, and the slave buyers come, and the
entire city with its ancient buildings and associated businesses are all
linked to the trade. It is a place where the Eastern Province and the Southern
Province converge, and sometimes the slave auctions will trade as many as a
thousand boys in a single week. Ayzintion City has existed since the first
maps were drawn, and while it is well known among those that deal in human
flesh it is almost unheard of outside of that elite circle. The city is hidden
in the mountains, and it is surrounded by water and deep ravines. Unless you
know the way into the city, you would never be able to find it. The majority
of all slave trading that is done has its roots to Ayzintion, and if you are
interested in buying or selling or you need to find a boy to own it is there
that you will be drawn. `
I am shaking with rage. It is just eight in the morning, and my foreman has
just awakened me. For several months things have gone missing in the main
house, including some of my wife’s jewels, and many of our family heirlooms.
Now, finally, we have caught the culprit. But a slave! Who would have
suspected? There wasn’t much doubt as to his guilt. He was caught in the city,
held last night by the enforcement contingent of the council, and from the
ragged looks on his face they did not go easy on him. He was caught in the
central city where the underground market prospers, with a bag of my wares and
trying to sell them. Since he has my brand on his ass, his status as a run
away slave was discovered, and so he was dragged back here, to the ranch, and
to my house. My foreman is a man I trust to do the discipline and keep my
slaves in line. I own more than a hundred and most of them I do not know. He
did a search of the boys quarters and found a second satchel under his mat. My
own slave stealing my things! The anger boils in me, and I can see the other
slaves have already taken notice, wondering what I will do and how soon I will
do it. Ah, if I handle this wrong I will never recover from it and if there
was one there could be many.
I look at the youth, standing in my house. They have tied his wrists together,
and at his feet are the two sacks of goods that he has stolen. His hands are
down, in front of him, and his hair is disheveled, the long rope from his
wrists coiled on the floor. He has the lines of youth. His body is firm, hard,
and built, and his clothes hang loose on his body. I cannot remember his name.
I know I purchased him several years ago, as part of a bigger shipment, and I
liked him then and gave him the easier duties. He has dark hair, with deep
brown eyes and heavy lashes. The last I noticed him he was just coming into
puberty, but that has been a while ago and now he has the more chiseled
features of an older adolescent. He looks at me, his eyes bright, and he holds
his head high, almost in defiance.
“Name yourself and tell me your age” I say.
He jerks his head, forcing his bangs out of his eyes. He takes a breath, and
then answers, almost in a whisper. My name is Markus. I...I am 18 now.”
I study him for a minute. Then I say: “Explain yourself. You have one chance
to speak, and I will listen. After you have spoken your words, I will not be
listening, no matter your words or how loud you cry out with them. I am
listening now...so speak.”
He stares at me. I can see the tears forming in the corner of his eyes. His
adams apple bobs as he swallows, and then he shakes his head. He has been
caught, and he knows he is guilty and there really isn’t anything he can say.
I look at him harder then, trying to think how to handle this. I look to the
man I trust with the whip, and ask him for his advice.
Trenton is almost forty, and I would trust him with my life. He snaps to
attention as I address him, and then says without any hesitation: “You should
kill him sire. I would recommend the whip, and then perhaps his execution,
slow and drawn out with all the slaves watching. Whatever you do I would at
least castrate him. If you won’t do that, then whip him until he is almost
dead and then sell him. If you will let me sir, you are too easy on them, and
they take advantage of you. I would definitely cut him and whip him sir if you
do nothing else.”
I noticed the boy’s face flushed when the topic of his castration was
mentioned. Ah, perhaps a young man fears that more than his own mortality. I
see. I turn to the youth again, and say: “I said SPEAK. What do you feel is
just and proper? You have stolen from me. Should I hang you? You have taken
our family things and my wife’s jewels. Is it your jewels I should take in
return?”
His face goes white. He answers then, begging me really, for his fate is in my
hands and he has no hope but the hope of mercy. “Please. I am sorry sire. I
am. I don’t know...I didn’t mean anything. Please, if you will let me live and
give me another chance, I swear to God sire that I will work hard. Whip me if
you want. I deserve the whip. I am stupid, and I made a mistake. I wanted
those things, dreamed of the money I guess. I admit it. But please...OH GOD
SIRE, please have mercy. I am begging you.”
I look away from him then and turn back to Trenton.
“OK. Take the slave to the barn and strip him, then tie an iron bar between
his ankles to spread them wide. Afterwards lash him to the beam in the ceiling
and assemble the slaves for the lesson. I will need the magic rope, and one of
the empty slop buckets. And bring your whip. He thinks he needs the whip. Lets
make sure we give it to him then. I’ll be there shortly. My foreman listens to
my every word. Then, Trenton answers: “Everything will be ready. Do you want
your gelding knife?”
Markus almost screams out “Please sire....oh please. Don’t cut me sir...please
don’t do that to me.”
I look at him then. “Cut you? I have no intention of cutting you. You stole
from me--you didn’t chase my women. Hell, perhaps if you had asked I might
have even given you some of the things you stole. We will find out. After I
have decided what will be yours, and what will be mine, then you will be
whipped. That will be your punishment.”
The boy’s eyes light up, and he says with obvious relief “Thank you sir!”
I answered him then: “Don’t thank me yet. You might not like my generosity and
the whip you ask for will hurt more than you can know. After you have been
punished your duties are going to change. You might not like that either.”
With that, they dragged him out to the barn, and I went to take a wine to give
them time to prepare him. I hate hurting slaves; it is not my nature. Perhaps
Trenton is right. I do not make them where collars, and I let them have some
freedoms. I allow them to breed if they asked, and I do not work them hard or
too long. They eat well, and I go easy on them. It is rare that I allow a
whipping, although sometimes it is necessary. Nutting them seems inhuman, but
there are also times when it is necessary. The last time was the boy who
chased my daughters. Yes, we cut him. I cut that one myself, so fast he hardly
knew it. One minute he was a youth with balls lusting after my daughter, and
the next he was not, a balless eunuch grunting out his last orgasm as he saw
his balls in her father’s hand. I sold him then, and the other slaves got the
message. You don’t fuck with my daughter. No, you don’t fuck with my family at
all. Memories can be short. I can tell it is time for another lesson.
I let my mind wander to my plan, forming it even as I think it through. Yes,
the magic rope is the key, and I am thinking it will be perfect for the task.
I look at the piece I will use, and think back on the journey it has made. I
got it from the provinces that are north of the northern province, from a land
of magic and smelting furnaces and where the iron tools are made. I have never
been there, but the great ships dock there and the trade routes come together
there and it is there that the rope can be found. It is thin, thinner than any
rope made. It bends, but will not break, not without a tremendous pull far
beyond any rope or leather. It cannot be burned in the fire, and it can be
twisted and then it will not untie. They call it “wire” and I call it magic.
It is the rarest of things I own. In all, I have just ten feet of it. After
today, I will only have nine feet left. With that thought, I leave for the
barn, to do what I know must be done, the piece of wire in my hand.
As I walk into the barn the room is hushed, every eye following me. The slaves
are all here, gathered to watch, to see what is done to one of them for
stealing from the master and his family. They know the lad, have worked with
him and talked with him. No doubt his friends are here in this crowd. Perhaps
there is a girl among them too that had attracted his stare. I do not know,
and don’t even care. They do not speak for him now, and they only wonder what
will happen. I look to the boy, Markus, hanging from the ceiling beam with his
wrists still tied together. His arms are stretched up, over his head and the
rope has been looped over the beam, suspending him a few feet above the floor.
His clothes are gone from when I saw him last, and now he hangs naked and
exposed and on display to everyone in the room. I can see his black armpits
are wet with sweat. His prick is hanging out, not totally relaxed but not
aroused either, almost its like it is thinking of stiffening further with its
exposure to the air. I notice it..it has the look of a youth. It is thinner
than the prick of a man, but longer than any prick of a boy. It grows out of a
small pubic mound, that is thick and contained, a splash of hair on an
otherwise hairless body. His balls are big for his age, and hanging slightly,
the way they do on a man when the room is warm and they have not been used in
a while. His feet have been trussed wide apart, spread out with his ankles
lashed to an iron bar. He couldn’t close his legs if he had to. At his feet
are the two sacks of things he has stolen, and the empty bucket that is there
as I asked. I turn to the crowd then, and then speak these words:
“The slave before you, the one you know as Markus, has dared to come into my
home and steal my things. If he had needed them and had asked, I might have
given them to him. Perhaps, well perhaps I will let him have some of them even
now. Remember this as you watch him today. I will not have my house violated,
and I will not tolerate my slaves stealing from me. He has admitted his wrong
doing, and begged for the whip. So, he will be whipped when I am done with
him.
I then slowly go to him, with the wire in my hand. I take it, and then,
hefting his balls in my hand, I start to take one end of the wire and twist it
around the top of his scrotum. He looks down, and as he sees it I hear him
gasp, and then he’s talking to me, begging me. “Sire...OH GOD...OH GOD
sire...please....not my nuts. You promised sir...you would not cut me.” I
twist the wire into a loop, and then twist it again and then again. I twist it
until the loop closes, smaller and smaller. Finally, it has closed the top of
his sac, trapping his balls inside. I then, without a word, reach down and
take the bucket. It is heavy, as it is made of wood, with iron rings that hold
its shape, like a barrel. But it’s not THAT heavy, and I loop the handle
around the other end of the wire, twisting it until it is attached to the
bucket. Then, the task finished, I drop the bucket, and he grunts as the
bucket jerks on his balls, pulling them, stretching out his scrotum and
driving him almost insane with the weight! He screams “ARGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG”
when I drop the bucket, and then seeing it, swaying beneath his widespread
legs, he jerks even harder against his bonds and his eyes are filled with
horror.
I speak then: “I promised not to cut you. I am a man of my word. I have no
knife, and I will not slice you. Still your balls are holding the bucket, and
as you can no doubt tell, they were not designed to hold such a weight.”
He is looking down at his scrotum, seeing the bucket and feeling the pull. I
can sense his fear, and I notice a line of sweat running down his sides from
his armpits. His smell is strong. The other slaves are watching, and I can see
their eyes move from the bucket to the boy’s balls and back. It is then that I
pick up the first of the sacks that contain the things he has stolen. I open
the biggest of the two and when I reach inside I pull out a stone head, the
sculptured head of Caesar that has been in my family for at least fifty years.
My wife has come down to the barn, and when she sees it she screams. “OH
GOD...THE PIECE...HE TOOK THAT?” I look at it. It is heavy in my hands, and as
I look at it I notice that the nose has been broken off. I look at the boy,
and then I said “You broke it...I would like to have kept it, but perhaps, now
I don’t want it anymore.” As I say it, I drop it in the bucket, and the boy
screams.
“OWLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!” “Oh GOD! OH... OH..... OH SHIT... OH GOD.... MY
BALLS! PLEASEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!”
The other slaves gasp as they see the boys balls distend, stretching out and
down, hanging down even more and the orbs themselves contained by the wire. He
looks down at the bucket, and the stone head within it, the weight on his sac
so great the ache is consuming him. I allow myself to smile, just slightly,
and as I look at the boy I notice that his prickle has begin to rise, growing
thicker, perhaps as a desperate measure to hold up his balls. As I watch it
grow, I reach down into the sack, and as I do I pull out one of my family’s
brass candlesticks. His eyes go wide when he sees it.
I examine it very carefully. I then say: “What do you think? You can keep the
things I give you as long as you can hold on to them. What do you think?
Should I keep this? I mean, Markus, if you wanted a candlestick I might have
given it to you.”
The boys grunts out, “OH sireeee...oh please...I don’t want it...its
yours...please.....I don’t...I...I”
I drop it in the bucket, cutting him off, and as I do I say “You can have it.”
As it hits the bucket, he screams, then jerks wildly in his bonds, thrusting
his hips and causing the bucket to swing. His balls have stretched out some
more...just a little more, the orbs of his balls are tight under the wire, his
sack so stretched it looks long and it hangs down, way down. He looks down at
himself, and into the bucket, and then he’s begging: “OH NO....OH PLEASE..NO
MORE ...NO MORE.... OH GOD IT HURTS!”
I see his face is sweating. I pick up the sack and his eyes follow me. Inside
I find the pair to the candlestick, and as he sees it he gasps. He’s shaking
his head...but I never give him a chance to say anything. Instead, I just
simply say “Candlesticks should stay together” and as I say that I drop it
into the bucket and he grunts with the impact. “URGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG” “OH MY
GOD.” OH NO... no.... my balls..... oh GOD..... “
I reach inside, and there is my knife. He gasped when he sees it, and I can
tell everyone is thinking about it, and his stretched out balls. At this point
it almost seems like they are begging to be cut and it might even be merciful
to cut them. Still, I promised. I turn it over...the ivory handle has not been
damaged. I examine the blade, and the curved shaft is still honed to a razor
sharpness. I then speak: “Ah...my knife. You are lucky..I think I want to keep
this. I’m sorry, but I cannot allow you to have it, so it goes on my waist
instead of into your bucket. With that, I slip the knife onto my belt, and I
can see him breath a sign of relief even as he stares and grunts from his
stretched out balls.
My hand goes down into the sack again. There is something in the bottom, and
it is large and heavy. I set the sack down, and reach inside with two hands,
and as I do I extract one of the rarest treasures in my home, a book, a book
of writing and pictures and from the lands of the east. It is almost eight
inches thick and leather-bound, with gold trimmed pages, and it is older than
the city. It has been damaged, and the binding has been torn as he has dragged
it about in the sack. Many of the beautiful pages are ripped, and the inlaid
pictures have mildewed. It has been missing for more than a month, and now it
is all but destroyed. I pick it up, the tears in my eyes. It is irreplaceable,
and it is ruined. I look to him then, and he is looking at me in fear.
“Markus, this is one book I would like to have kept. It meant a lot to me.
Alas, you have not taken care of it.”
“Please sir...keep it sir. I don’t; want it...oh GOD..I don’t.”
“Well Markus, you must have wanted it. You stole it, remember? Well, I guess
you can have it.” With that, I drop the volume into the bucket, and he screams
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!” as it hits the bucket and jerks his balls. They stretch
out then, father down than I’ve ever seen a man’s balls hang. The youth’s
balls are hanging lower than a bull’s balls hang, lower than any balls on any
animal could ever hang. His sack stretches almost to his knees, and with the
dropping of the book he is screaming now...a babbling scream as his balls
stretch out, pulling on his cords and bulging with an intensity that cannot be
descried. His prick is hard now, rock hard, jutting up at the sky and facing
the crowd. It juts up and out like an obscene rod, the tip glistening with
pre-cum and his single eye oozing copious amounts of fluid. I notice his thigh
muscles are straining, trying to pull his outstretched legs together to
somehow stop the misery his balls have become. They are a darker color now,
the balls somehow holding the bucket and the things within it.
I have finished with the big sack..it is empty. I pick the sack up, and shake
it free...over the bucket. Some small rocks fall out, and two or three gold
coins. It all goes into the bucket, and he grunts as he feels it. He is
babbling now....just apologizing and begging...and begging some more for
mercy. His prick is so hard its really obscene looking, and it literally juts
upward, stiff and hard and a stark contrast to his sagging ballsac. I notice
that in the past few minutes his scrotum has settled even lower, if that was
possible, stretching down farther and growing an ugly shade in the process.
I reach into the second sack, and right on top is a clay pot. It is from the
Chinese first century, and it is older than old. I am sick as I extract
it...the broken top has destroyed its value it and my heart is heavy with the
sight. I grit my teeth with my anger. He looks at it, before I say anything he
almost yells in desperation “OH SIR...PLEASE KEEP IT SIR!!!”
I look at him, and I am so angry I cannot speak. Instead, I shake my head, and
dropped the once priceless artifact into the bucket, where it shatters
completely. It explodes with a tremendous noise, and he screams, then jerks
his entire body, and his dick is bouncing as he spasms from the pain. “OH ....
OH.....NO....oh NO! ....PLEASE....I can’t... I can’t hold it...MY BALLS! Oh
please. Please get it off of me! Please..... something’s tearing!”
I look inside, and the sister pot is there. It is larger than the other one,
and as I pull it out it is obvious it is broken as well. The entire top is
missing, and without a word I drop it into the bucket. He is screaming
“NO!!!!” even as I drop it. It too shatters, the pieces falling to the bottom
of the bucket. He is wild then, grunting in his misery, and when I pull the
rest of the pieces out of the bag he just babbles in fear...”NO...NO...OH
NO...NO...NO” as I drop them into his bucket to join the others. I cannot
believe his scrotum...stretched out to his knees. It is stretched a good foot,
the boys balls stretched so obscenely that they do not look human. Still, they
somehow support the bucket, and the contents within it.
The last bag is almost empty. I almost laugh. I can tell he’s not too happy
with the things I have given him. I reach down into the sac, and extract the
last of the contents. There is a small bag, a bag of jewelry. I look at it,
and his eyes plead...and then he says “I’m sorry..oh sire....oh please forgive
me.”
I am angry as I see the jewels. The big broach was my mothers, and he stole
it. I hold the bag and say “Well Markus...what have we here? I might have
given you some of these, but not all of them. Ah...a ring. Now this ring was a
friends. Yes....perhaps...well, perhaps he would want you to have it” I say.
I then take the ring, which is sized for a man’s finger, and with some effort
I push it over the tip of his bulging prick. I have to twist it to get it over
the head of his dick, and it doesn’t want to fit, but I force it and it goes.
Then it settles below the head, in the little ridge of flesh there, ringing
his throbbing dick with a gold band. Yes, I like that. “Don’t you like that
Trenton?” I asked the foreman.
My foreman is smiling, and he nods. “I wouldn’t want it to come off sir.” Yes,
perhaps he has a point. I look at him then and Trenton is holding up another
kind of ring, a modern ring made in the city. He is smiling as he holds it, a
big toothy smile that shows his eagerness. It’s just what I’m looking for. I
remember we had them, but to date I’ve never used them on my slaves. This ring
isn’t a piece of jewelry. It is made in the shape of a hogs ring, the kind
they put through a bores snout to keep him from digging. This ring isn’t made
for a bore though, but is instead made for a slave, designed to puncture a
slaves cock and be buried in the meat of his dickhead. If he tries to fuck
with the ring in place, the pain would make it impossible. I laugh as I take
it, and then I take the boys dick in my hand, the ring in the other. He is
watching it, and with the pliers Trenton hands me I take the ring and with my
hand I grasp his stiff dick harder, steadying it. Then, with the ring in
position where I want it, I squeeze the handles hard and the ring pierces into
the meet of his dickhead, penetrating into its depths, biting into it with a
vengeance that will never end. To just touch it will drive him mad. I do just
to see, and as I let my thumb wiggle the metal he screams as I do it.
“AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! OH...GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!” he yells as he bucks his
hips. With the new ring in place, the shiny gold band behind it can never be
removed either. The two rings play together, the movement of the one causing
the other to bite and to tear. He grunts from the pain, and as I listen to him
I know he will never get rid of it. Yes, like a pigs snout, the head of his
prick sports a piece of metal right through the meat, a curved ring that can
never be removed, forever holding the other ring in place, adorning his prick
from this minute forward. I like the look of his prick now. I like it a lot.
I’m almost done. I glance at is balls and they have let the bucket slip some
more. I look through the rest of the jewelry, and decide to keep most of it.
The broach I am less sure about. It was my mothers, but my wife dislikes it. A
pity. The broach is big, and the necklace that it is attached to it ugly, and
heavy. I heft it in my hands, and finally, with some reluctance, I decide I am
done with it. “Here, take the broach. You wanted it, and so I will give it to
you. His eyes are wide with fear, and in desperation he is shaking his head
sideways that he doesn’t want it. I ignore him, and then I take the stone and
drop it into the bucket...and as I do I see his balls drop even further.
Something inside of his sac has let go, as the balls are dangling lower now,
unable to hold up the bucket which seems to be slowly descending downward.
Finally, it stops, suspended again by the skin of his scrotum. He is jerking,
his dick quivering, the tip with the ring punched into it so red and flared
and eager than it looks almost obscene. The bags are empty, and the things he
stole he now holds. He holds them between his legs. He holds them off the
ground by his balls. His eyes are wide, and the pain is so great he is just
babbling, his speech no longer really comprehensible.
I nod my head, and then I say to Trenton “I am done. If he holds his items
though his whipping, they are his. Give him ten strokes with your whip, and
then cut him down.” Then, as I watch, Trenton begins with the whip.
CRACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK! “ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH” the boy yells. Then, the
whip is moving stroke after stroke, crashing into his naked rear.
CRACKKKKKKKKK! “GODDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!” Again, and then again the leather cuts
into his ass. One the sixth swish the whip curves around and caches the front
of his scrotum, and it almost severs it as it hits. I see a tear....a little
spot of blood really, and it opens wider from the weight of the bucket. He is
jerking and thrusting even harder after that, and his struggles are causing
the bucket to swing. The whip is relentless, cracking into his ass, burning
into it really, the pieces of leather curving around and driving the thief
insane from the pain. His ass is so red so fast it doesn’t even look like an
ass. Crackkkkkkkkkkkkk! Eight! CRACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK! Nine!
Suddenly, and unexpectedly, he starts to ejaculate. His body shudders, and
from around the little hog ring the semen just wells up, and then unable to
shoot out it instead is just suddenly pouring from his cock, drooling down its
length and then, dripping, into the bucket below. It’s a tremendous load, and
he just seems to shoot and shoot and shoot. I’ve never seen such a load come
out of a boy. I don’t know what happen then, as he ejaculated. Perhaps it was
the earlier cut from the whip, that just finally split from the strain.
Perhaps it was the muscles in his balls, that simply reached the limit of
their endurance as he was cumming. Perhaps, perhaps it was the final weight of
his own load, the boys own cream dropping into the bucket that was just a
little bit too much. Whatever the reason, whatever it was, as we all watched
the boy's balls just suddenly separated at the wire, and with a grunt and a
scream the bucket crashed to the floor even as the whip was moving to make its
last cut. He was going crazy then, thrusting his ball-less cock into the air
and jerking his entire body with the spasms of his castration. I looked at the
bucket then, resting there, underneath the crying boy, and decided if he
didn’t want the stuff then I would take it back. I picked it up then and as I
did I noticed the boy's scrotum was resting on the top.
I changed the boy’s duties after that. He was sent to the pits, where he would
work the messes and sort the garbage. In the evening he served the other
slaves, spreading his ball-less ass and bending over for his nightly fuckings.
Occasionally I would summon him and take his rear in my own bed. It was always
good, and I liked to listen to him grunt as I fucked his ass. Sometimes, when
I would think back on the things that he took, I would fuck him really hard,
and force his cock into the bed below. He would always grunt louder then, when
the hog ring would dig into his dickhead as I pushed hard with my pleasure. I
love to fill his ass with my semen, and listen to him grunt as I do it. Yes,
he is the last slave that has ever stolen from me, and I am fairly confident
things will stay that way.
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The Wrong PERSON | TESTICLES, NULLIFICATION | A man is wrongly punished by fellw prisoners | “Prisoner 3329 walk forward and enter admission room 4b” the voice boomed out
a command at me, as I was prisoner 3329. I walked forward and found room 4b. I
turned the door handle and the door opened and I walked in. “Undress and put
your clothes into the grey bag on the table. When you have done this go into
the shower room and wash yourself with the carbolic soap.” The voiced boomed
out over another Tannoy. I took off all my clothes and put them in the grey
bag and went into the shower room and washed myself robustly with the carbolic
soap. The water turned off itself and the voice commanded me to step into
another room and sit and wait for the warders who would do my paper work.
Minutes passed and I sat dreaming of my sentence. I was given two weeks for
traffic offences. I sat thinking how foolish I had been when the door opened
and two warders came into the room. One held a bundle of paper and the other a
garment that looked like a dressing gown. I was told to put this garment on,
which I gladly did as the cold air of the prison was beginning to get to me. I
was asked my name, religion and offence.
“Cell 225 will do you”
“No” said the other warder, “That is for Rourke Brady, when he arrives.”
“Too bad, its all we’ve got tonight. I shall shift 3329 tomorrow first thing”.
The other warder was not impressed but agreed. I was then told to follow the
warders who would take me to my cell. I was then walked into the cell block
and shown my cell. “You’ll find pyjamas in the locker.” One of the warders
pointed to a metal locker that was secured to the cell floor. The warders
retired to continue their duties, leaving me alone. I went into the cell and
sat on the bunk still bemused at my situation. I sat staring at the floor and
I heard footsteps when I looked up I saw five prisoners standing at the cell
door. One came forward toward me. “Rourke?” he questioned. I was about to
inform him of his mistake when he brought his large fist up and smacked me on
my forehead. I was stunned and fell off the bed onto the floor.
I was grabbed by the four other prisoners and my house coat was torn from me .
My arms were stretched out and I felt myself being secured to the frame of the
upper bunk with strong duck tape. My legs were raised off the floor and my
feet were placed on the lower bunk which left me dangling at an angle that my
legs were wide open.
The man that hit me began to address the other prisoners: “Gentlemen, in our
presence tonight we have the pleasure of the company of Rourke Brady. This man
thinks its swell to rape and torture children as young as seven. He attacked
little Mary Purdom with such violence she no longer can walk. Give him a big
welcome to the block.” At this I felt another fist hit me on my mouth. “Bring
in Talferd”, said a voice.
I watched a very grim man come into the cell and he walked up to me. “Brady!!
I have been waiting long to meet you.” Said Talferd. “Shave him somebody.” A
man came forward with an open razor and shaved my scrotum exposing the
whiteness of its skin. When this was done Talferd left the cell and came back
with a red hot soldering iron. He stood in front of me and placed my ball sac
in his hand and then Placed the red hot iron against my scrotum which made my
skin sizzle. I let out a scream only to have a fist smash into my face.
Talferd took every bit of my ball sac’s skin away by burning. I hung their
helpless. He then began to do the same procedure to my cock. Once all its skin
had been burned off Talferd pulled back my foreskin and place the iron on my
cock’s moist head. It sizzled as the iron burned deep into its flesh.
“Heat this up again.” Said Talferd. “Make sure its white hot this time.”
Talferd sat on the bunk at my side and began to rub my leg “Castration is too
good for you Brady. So I am going to burn your cock and balls off. Slowly and
with maximum pain.” Talferd then moved his hand up to my anus and pushed his
thumb right inside my me
He was then handed a large spanner which he pushed right inside my anus. I
screamed and he smiled and said. “Now you know how little Mary felt you piece
of scum”. He hit the end of the spanner that protruded out my anus with a shoe
which made the pain unbearable, I again screamed only to be silenced by
another fist into my face. I hung there in silence unable to speak, blood
dripping from my mouth and nose.. The prisoner came back with the soldering
iron and handed it to Talferd. Talferd then stood up, turned to face me. He
then grabbed my ball sac and stretched it away from my body as far as he
could. He then applied the soldering iron to my sac which sizzled and gave off
steam and a small plume of smoke. The smell of burning flesh filled the cell,
which made some of the spectators cough. Talferd put pressure on the iron
which made my ball sac sizzle all the more. I looked down at my ball sac to
see it evaporate in the destroying white heat of the iron. Talferd was
unrelenting and pushed the iron harder on to my ball sac which burst open,
allowing the iron to hunt my balls. It soon found them. My balls sizzled and
spat like bacon in a breakfast frying pan. The pain made me numb but very
aware of what was happening to me. I stared at the iron exploring the interior
of my ball sac, listening to the sizzling noise my balls were making and could
do nothing. My ball sac by now was black and crisp and its contents had
disappeared in the hot irons hunger. Talferd was handed another white hot
soldering iron which, without hesitation, he put to work on the base of my
cock. It to began to sizzle and spit. Talferd worked away at my cock with the
concentration of an artist. It did not take long to burn my cock off. He just
kept continuous pressure on the iron which melted my flesh like butter. It
just evaporated in the heat of the white hot iron. Soon its remains hung
charred and black and unrecognisable. Like a piece of charcoal.
“Its finished Boys. Take him and give his arse a hard time for me.” Said
Talferd as he left the cell. The other prisoners could no longer stomach
seeing me and the smell my crisp ball sac gave off. They left the cell and
ventured back to their own territory.
I don’t know how long I hung from the bunk, all I know was that a warder came
in and saw me. “You shower of bastards, you have de balled an innocent man.
Brady does not come in ‘til tomorrow noon.” Shouted the warder.
Talferd heard the warder from his cell and smiled and thought ‘I look forward
to tomorrow’. At this he lay back on his bunk and began to masturbate himself.
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Playing Lukas Sorensen - Chapter 77 | GAY, NULLIFICATION, MINOR | Matthew learns the secret of mind control. | Chapter 77
The casts came off, and Matthew was able to walk again.
There were some scars on Matthew’s legs, where the screws had been, and where
his legs had got trapped, but they weren’t that bad.
‘A lot better than I would have expected,’ his father said.
Most of them were below Matthew’s knees, where there was some hair to cover
them. The only one above his knees was on the back of his left leg, behind the
knee, and it wasn’t that bad, Matthew told himself. He looked okay, and he was
lucky not to be like some people, who were deformed, or horribly burnt, or
injured. He might not look like Lukas. He wasn’t beautiful, at least, he
didn’t suppose so, but he was lucky.
Lukas came to visit again, and he was driving. A Jaguar. A new one, that Lukas
had told him he had bought, though Matthew hadn’t seen it.
Matthew knew, almost instantly, that there was something wrong about this. He
frowned, as he saw Lukas pull into the drive. Lukas didn’t have a license.
Matthew opened the door and went to meet him.
‘Did you get your license?’ he said.
Lukas halted mid-step. ‘Do you remember?’
‘What?’
‘That I didn’t have my license.’
‘I don’t know.’ Matthew tried to think for a moment. He had thought…but
did?...he didn’t know.
He shrugged his shoulders.
Lukas said Matthew could take him out on the boat. They could do that, if
Matthew wanted to. Did Matthew remember how to sail?
‘I don’t know.’ Matthew shrugged his shoulders again.
‘Think about it.’
Lukas was always trying to get Matthew to remember. And it was annoying. His
parents didn’t do this. Ask him if he remembered things, and tell him to think
about things, and bring him things to show to him, but Lukas was always doing
it.
‘I suppose so,’ Matthew said.
He remembered tack, and trim, and reef, and mast, and tiller, and he could
imagine sailing, imagine trimming a sail, and tacking, and he knew running and
heeling and reaching and broaching. He knew what these things meant.
And then suddenly, he had a clear picture of himself, sailing, on a clear day,
alone, in his sloop, on the lake, when he was sixteen or so, when he had just
got the boat.
And he knew all at once that it was the day after his sixteenth birthday, when
he had gone out, against his father’s instructions, and sailed on the lake on
his own.
‘I’ve got a boat,’ Matthew said.
Lukas smiled. He nodded.
On the lake, it was cold. There was a bitter wind blowing, and the sky was
overcast. The boat was heeled over, and they were running with the wind, and
Lukas was smiling, wearing a white woolen pullover and a red jacket which
matched his lips.
Matthew turned to him, and smiled, and then he looked out over the lake. The
sun shone, momentarily. The water sparkled, suddenly blue, and blinding with
needles of light. Matthew looked up at the sail, full from the wind, and they
were racing.
He turned to Lukas again, and smiled, and then he remembered suddenly.
‘You gave me a key.’
‘What?’
‘One day on the boat, you gave me a key.’ He had to raise his voice. ‘You said
I could do what I wanted with it, and I pretended to throw it in the water. Do
you remember?’
Lukas frowned. ‘You threw it in the lake.’
‘No.’ Matthew smiled. ‘I put it in my pocket.’ He paused, and thought a
minute. ‘And then another time I posted all these keys to myself when…’
Matthew stopped.
He frowned.
And then suddenly, his whole life came into view, like the lights of an
enormous city, powering up from darkness, the lights in one tower flickering
on, and then in another, and then another, until the light spread outwards,
and everything was bright.
Matthew knew who he was, and where he was.
He looked at Lukas, and swallowed.
‘Are you alright?’
Lukas nodded, frowning.
‘I’ve got to move back to Lukas’,’ Matthew said to his father.
His father was in his study. He was distracted. He had a stapler in one hand,
but he had his back turned, and was looking on the shelves. He turned to face
Matthew, and frowned.
‘I remember everything. And I’m sorry, Dad, but Lukas is…’ Matthew was
determined to say it. He knew that it wasn’t true, but he was determined to
say it. ‘Lukas is my boyfriend. And I’m going to England next year.’
His father dropped the stapler.
‘I’m not going to the conservatorium. I’m going to live with Lukas.’
Mr Mason sat down. He looked at Matthew for a moment, and then he turned his
head down.
‘You know he’s not…You know what he did to himself?’
‘I know, Dad.’
‘Do you remember what you said to me?’ Lukas asked him a few days later, when
Matthew had arrived at Lukas’ place, when his parents had gone, and they had
got all of Matthew’s stuff upstairs. They were sitting in Lukas’ sitting room.
‘You said that Dr Mueller had done something to me.’
Matthew frowned.
‘When did I say that?’
‘Just before the accident.’
But Matthew didn’t remember anything from just before the accident, and they
had told him that these memories would probably never come back. That was the
way with head trauma.
‘I was probably trying to blame him, for what I did to you.’
‘Do you remember the glasses?’
‘Glasses?’
‘The black ones, with the little pins in the side.’
Matthew felt his heart pump a little faster. Did Lukas know about the glasses?
‘What about them?’ he said.
‘You took them over to Christian’s. Were they Christian’s?’
‘They were his cousin’s,’ Matthew said, but he turned his head away as he said
it.
‘Do you remember when I put them on, I…’
Matthew looked at him, and frowned. ‘What?’
‘Nothing.’
Matthew started biting his lips.
‘You know, Matthew, you don’t have to…feel so bad. I mean…I do…forgive you,
for what you did.’ There was a pause. ‘And if you want to…if you want. Not
that you probably do, but if you want to, we could do something.’
Matthew felt a lump in his throat as big as a wad of bread. He swallowed. He
had known this would happen, that he would have to do something with Lukas.
And now Lukas had nothing, no cock, no balls, and he probably looked like a
freak.
He was obviously worried about it, and Matthew would have to play along. He
would have to say that it was fine. He would have to say that Lukas’ groin
looked okay, and that it was okay, even if it was awful.
He tried to smile a little.
‘Okay,’ he said. ‘What do you want to do?’
Lukas shrugged his shoulders.
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Grenzenwandler | Neither male nor female. | Als Junge oder gar als Mann wurde ich nie richtig ernst genommen. Meine Haut
blieb auch nach der Pubertät weich und glatt, meine Beine und mein restlicher
Körper nur sehr spärlich behaart. Mein winziger Penis war oft Anlass für
Gelächter in Sport- und Schwimmumkleiden. Seit ein paar Monaten nehme ich
Hormonpillen, davon wachsen mir Brüste. Meine Hoden schrumpfen noch mehr. Ich
kuschle mich gerne an starke, muskulöse, große, echte Kerle an. Ich wohne in
einer WG mit fünf unheimlich attraktiven Frauen zwischen 18 und 22. Mit ihnen
habe ich eine Art Vertrag, dass wenn ihre Freunde da sind und die Mädels
gerade keine Lust auf Schmusen oder Sex haben, ich mich zu diesen lege und mit
ihnen kuschle, ihnen ihre langen Schwänze blase oder mich in den Po ficken
lasse. Da meine Mitbewohnerinnen mich nicht als Mädchen wahrnehmen, sehen sie
in mir keine Konkurrenz und ihre Freunde sind froh über die extra Einlage und
loben meine Blas- und Wixfähigkeiten. Im Gegenzug geben mir die Mädels
Schminktipps und überlassen mir Kleidung, die sie nicht mehr wollen. Wenn ich
zum Beispiel bei Jason, dem Freund von Antje liege, klemme ich mir mein
Stummelchen und die Hödchen zwischen den Beinen nach hinten, sodass es
aussieht, als hätte ich untenherum gar nichts männliches. Jason liebt es
stundenlang an meinen Brüsten zu saugen und sie zu küssen und zu liebkosen,
meine Brüste, die so ganz anders, kleinmädchenhaft als die riesigen Euter
seiner eigentlichen Freundin sind. Es sprach sich herum, dass ich weiß, was
Männer brauchen und wollen und schon bald musste ich nie alleine einschlafen,
wenn ich nicht wollte. Es waren nicht nur bisexuelle Männer, die mich
aufrissen, sondern auch heterosexuelle, die einfach mal etwas exotisches
ausprobieren wollten. Irgendwann ließ ich mir dann die Hoden abnehmen, wodurch
meine Brüste etwas schneller wuchsen. Meine Jungs waren begeistert. Dabei sehe
ich mich selbst gar nicht als Nutte oder so. Ich steige nicht mit jedem Mann
ins Bett, sondern nur mit denen, die mir gefallen. Manchmal ziehe ich mich
auch richtig schick an oder mal richtig seriös. Wenn keine Jungs in unserer
Wohnung sind, laufen wir manchmal den halben Tag nackt herum. Da ich aber nun
kein echtes Mädchen, sondern irgendwie auch noch ein Mann oder ein Junge bin,
habe ich immer noch einen Penis, wenn auch nur einen kleinen. Er wird nicht
mehr richtig steif, seitdem ich keine Hoden mehr habe, aber trotzdem nehmen
meine Mitbewohnerinnen manchmal Anstoß daran.
„Stefan“, sagt dann zum Beispiel Maria, „wir wollen das Stummelchen nicht
sehen.“ Dann ziehe ich mir halt etwas über. Die Mädels sind nie auf die Idee
gekommen, dass mich ihre nackten Körper auch aufgeilen könnten oder wenn doch,
dann missbilligen sie es. Sie nehmen mich überhaupt nicht als jemand
männlichen Geschlechts wahr. Allerdings auch nicht als jemand weiblichen
Geschlechts, sondern etwas dazwischen.
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Last Night for Briony (Part 1) | GAY, STRAIGHT, BI, PENECTOMY, TESTICLES, NULLIFICATION, MINOR, Other: female nullification (not part 1) | Briony is doing things that may be deemed illegal by the Leader Court. Will she get caught? Will she pay? | Last Night for Briony
Chapter One
Michael Ingers, little brother to Andy Ingers sat naked in the exam
room, waiting for Briony to enter. Time and numbers had made Briony
bolder in her in her methods of castration and she had it honed
down to a fine art. Since Briony was now 21 years old she had
blossomed into full womanhood. Her body tempted all who saw her and
she was especially exciting to all of the 14-year-old clients who
were brought to her after their last night for the compulsory
government regulated castration. She had no problems getting boys
to willingly sacrifice their cocks and their balls for her
attention. True, she sometimes had sex with some of them to
convince them but most of the time all she had to do was take off
her clothes and touch them and get them off before she cut them off.
There was only one problem. Briony’s methods were illegal. There
were no complaints against her, though. The licensing board had no
idea that her practice which she had taken over from her mother,
Nurse (the witch) Anderson, was blossoming because her methods had
made her a legend among the eunuch community, which she served and
serviced. She even took pride in arranging a session of sex with
the girlfriends of any 14-year-old boy that she had to cut in her
presence. All of this was done clandestinely. If she were
discovered she would come under the jurisdiction of the Leader
Court and since she was an agent of the state. Punishment for each
act if caught was immediate, she could not even get a trial. Briony
always lived for the moment. Afterward, if she watched the last
sexual encounter between a young couple, Briony either seduced the
unfortunate boy’s girlfriend or brought herself to orgasm privately
after she finished her work. The vast majority of those who came
into Briony’s care lost their penis too. Briony had even prepared
literature to give to the mothers and sometimes the fathers to
convince them to have their son’s penis removed at the same time as
their castration. According to law Briony was to avoid giving them
an orgasm unless ordered to and under no circumstances could she
let them penetrate her. Hand jobs were all that she could give them
legally.
Briony had quite a reputation in the town. Not as a witch as her
mother did, but as a sort of sex symbol. Briony was quite a site to
see as she drove her Dodge Viper with the top down, her glorious
red hair blowing in the wind. All of “her eunuchs” as she called
them gazed at her as she went by and each remembered their personal
encounter with her around their 14th birthday and how she had
seduced them into their sacrifice. For many of them it was the only
sexual encounter with a female that they had ever had.
Until Briony there were some penectomies after the last night, but
thanks to her methods and efforts almost all of the encounters with
her resulted in penectomy. It had became so bad that the Jr. High
Schools had removed the urinals in the boy’s restrooms and replaced
them with stalls containing toilets so that the young boys would
urinate without fear of revealing their condition to each other.
Indeed, after Briony finished with them they were not capable of
using a urinal.
As Michael sat waiting for the inevitable, Briony decided that she
would allow herself a new variation on her method. Briony came into
the room.
“Michael, you are a very well put together young man,” she said and
smiled. Michael’s young 6 ‘ frame and wiry appearance was peculiar
for a 14 year old. Michael looked about 19 or so. Michael made an
effort to cover his nakedness with his hands. Briony sat next to
him on the exam table with her gown on but she was naked
underneath.
“Briony,” Michael looked at her with tears in his bright blue eyes,
“How much will it hurt?”
Briony reached down and took his hands in hers. Staring at his
flaccid penis which was beginning to become erect she said,
“I think that it won’t hurt as much as you think that it will.”
Briony slowly released his hand and put her right hand around his
now fully engorged member and said, “Now just lay down and spread
your legs while I shave you.”
She stood up and eased him back on the table. As she strapped him
to the table he slowly lost his erection. Briony asked, “ Michael,
have you ever seen a woman completely naked?”
“N-n-n-no”, Michael stammered.
“Have you ever had sex with a girl? C’mon now, you can tell me the
truth.”
Michael shook his head no. He wouldn’t have told that his older
brother Andy had been having sex with him since he was 11 years old
and that Andy jerked him off as he was taking him anally whenever
he couldn't find a girl that would tolerate his brutality. Michael
had finally gotten fed up with him and fought him off the last time
he had tried it. Michael was several inches taller than Andy and
now he knew that he was physically stronger. Most of the girls
Andy’s age were taking advantage of the eunuchs that were not
demanding pleasure for themselves but that were ready to please
them and satisfy them in any way that they could after Briony had
initiated them. Briony initiated all of the virgin boys she “did”
into the fine art cunnilingus at their post-surgical check-up if
she trusted them. She always bore in mind that she did not give
anyone a full mouth tooth extraction. She performed fellatio or
simply gave them a last fuck to go with their last night illegally
before their procedure. Sometimes she did both like she was going
to do with Michael if they were particularly attractive. Michael
was a beautiful specimen. His 8” of uncircumcised cock lay on his
light brown hair of his pubic region. He had broad shoulders that
hinted at his strength. Briony’s pussy tingled as she had a
fleeting thought of feeling his well-cut abdominal muscles against
her flat little tummy as he smashed her breasts with his chest
while ravishing her. The brief day-dream disintegrated into the
reality of the moment.
Briony looked at Michael with a sympathetic look “Michael, I will
let you have something now that you have only seen pictures of and
dreamed about on your last night. You must promise that you will
never tell anyone because I have never done this for one of my
clients before,” She lied, “Do you promise.”
What else could Michael do? He nodded the affirmative. Michael
realized that his emasculation was something that he had consented
to in a family conference with his mother and father in the
presence of Andy, his older brother. Andy. Andy had promised
Michael that nothing would change between them. Michael remembered
glaring at him. Michael wondered what it would be like after with
Andy after Briony had cut off his penis and testicles and he had no
way to receive pleasure but could only deliver it. Would he still
be able to fight his older brother off?
With her statement Briony opened her gown and let it slide off of
her arms. Her perfect breasts were tipped with pink nipples that
stood out. Her chest was lightly freckled with the exposure to the
sun that she enjoyed nude sunbathing in her own back yard which she
had enclosed with a high privacy fence around the pool. Her narrow
wasp-like waist flared into a pair of killer woman hips. Since she
had taken to leaving a patch of red pubic hair but shaving
everything else her engorged genitalia revealed a prominent
clitoris and perfectly formed nether lips that were blushed and
dripped with her excitement. She almost climaxed every time that
she cut off a cock. In fact, every time she had an orgasm she
thought about a penectomy that she had performed. All of Briony’s
luxuries were paid for with the money she received from grateful
families for performing the procedure required by law on any 14-
year-old boy who did not get exempted by the lottery. In addition,
she received twice the fee if she was required to do a penectomy
and they had become very popular in the area that she served thanks
to her covert campaign to encourage penectomies. Poor Michael lay
gazing upon Briony’s nakedness. She had taken the precaution of
restraining Michael before she stripped because he was big for his
age and she knew that it was going to take a long time to shave all
of his pubic hair off before she fucked him and cut him. Or,
perhaps she would castrate him and then fuck him before the
penectomy.
Briony started by slipping a flexible metallic tube into his
urethra to maintain its integrity. Poor Michael gasped as she
pushed it into place using nothing but his pre-cum for lubrication.
But he had plenty of that. As Briony shaved Michael she took an
elastrator that she had prepared and after she had shaved his
scrotum she placed a band around it. Michael screamed with the pain
as she allowed the band to tighten around his ball sack. She knew
that it would have the desired effect and prolong his final orgasm
as she shaved his penis. She decided to put two elastrator bands
around his cock just in case he orgasmed before she was through
with him. Slowly, she took him into her mouth each time his
erection started to wane. After some time of shaving he was totally
bald down there and she straddled him and slowly lowered herself on
to his 8-inch pole. Soon she was riding him wildly, snips in her
right hand, her back toward him so she wouldn’t have to look into
his eyes and her left hand stimulating herself as she rode. He
screamed as he climaxed but the elastrator ring held his turgid
member in erection. Soon Briony climaxed and as soon as her orgasm
subsided she raised up off of his still fully erect member. She put
the snips to the base of his erection between the two elastrators.
Michael raised his head to look at himself. The last thing that he
remembered as he saw and felt the snips pass through his cock was
the puckered eye of Briony’s shaved anus winking at him framed
between her long legs. Bright flashes of light preceded the
darkness as he lost consciousness.
Briony left the snips closed on Michael’s stub to help hold the
elastrator band on. Still naked, she worked feverishly to control
bleeding and sutured the epidermis over what was left of the
internal blood chambers of the penis. Michael would have nothing
but a small swelling when stimulated for a month or so until the
hormone levels in his body dropped and his sex drive vanished. Then
he probably wouldn’t be capable of erections. If he did have them
they would be infrequent. The snips were specially designed with a
small hole that closed around the metal catheter. She went to work
with needle and thread after she castrated Michael with a sharp,
curved knife and sutured his wound closed. She stopped periodically
to check his vital signs for evidence of shock. If a 14-year-old
died from the procedure, it was always shock that claimed them.
Thanks to Briony’s efforts she had never lost any of the 2,800 boys
she had done in the last four years to this problem. Michael was
her 2,801st. Briony placed the freshly excised scrotum and
testicles in a container of normal saline that sat in an ice bath.
She had found a market for freshly severed genitalia and always
made sure the severed parts were sent there within 90 minutes of
the procedure.
Outside four blocks away in the back of a van Andy watched his
brother’s complete emasculation from four perspectives. He had
planted four small video cameras and FM radio transmitters in
Briony’s operating room. Now he had four videotapes recording the
whole private procedure and Michael’s first sexual encounter with
Briony and his humiliating emasculation. His mind raced with the
possibilites.
…to be continued |
Testicles wanted: with or without slave attached. | TESTICLES | Wanted: Testicles, with or without slave attached. So busy serving his master, he doesn\'t feel his last orgasm. | ` A recent chat that was captured, and I thought should be posted for anyone's
interest. The story is told by "D" to "C99" during a chat session. C99 doesn't
know where the story is going, and it is D's intention to excite C99, but not
necessarily take the story where C99 thinks it is going. `
D: Hello. So, do you want to continue the chat?
C99: Sorry I hung up. I'm at work and had to leave the terminal.
D: OK. Where were we?
c99: What is your favorite castration fantasy?
D: OK. This is it: It's about meeting someone online who agrees to see me, but
sets strict rules.
c99: such as?
D: He tell me to meet him first somewhere for coffee or tea. We do that, and
he is satisfied with me. Me with him, he clearly has authority.
c99: go on....
D: He tells me that I will be met in a public parking garage where I will be
picked up in a van.
D: I go there and wait. Shoppers occasionally walk by. Cars come and go.
Finally, a van pulls up. Dark inside. The door slides open. Before I get in, I
am ordered to strip. And to put my clothes in a bag. They hand me a clothe
bag. Shoes too, leave the socks on.
c99: Oohhh. The idea gets your stomach churning doesn't it. I bet your dick is
straining with anticipation!
D: This garage is not completely remote. There are other cars. I am nude in
public. I am very nervous. No, no erection. But nervous, scared I will be
spotted by passersby.
D: I am standing nude outside. Holding a bag of my clothes. They tell me to
get in the back of van. The guy in the front seat takes the bag with the
clothes. The van pulls out, drives by an open dumpster into which the guy
flings my bag of clothes. I start to protest, but I'm told to shut up. We
drive on into the city.
c99: what do you see in the back of the van when you get in?
D: There is the driver, the guy in the front seat, and another in the back
with me. The first guy I met (I think of him as the master) is not there? I
ask where we are going, and they say I don't need to know. After they throw my
clothes away and we have driven about a block into the city, they tell me that
I have to accept a blindfold or it's over. If I don't accept, I can just get
out of the van now in the middle of the city. Nude.
D: They put on a tight blindfold.
c99: oh yes, continue.....
D: They drive off. Then they tell me that my hands will be bound behind me. If
I struggle, I will be put out of the car.
D: I agree.
D: We drive a long way. I don't know where, but it is warm. Desert. Low
desert.
D: Then, it is hot. I am thirsty, and I have to pee. A bottle of water is held
to my lips. I gulp at it. Then the van pulls over and bumps to a stop. I am
helped out, still bound and blindfolded. A guy takes my penis and tells me to
pee.
D: But, I can't. He lets go of me. And says, "you've got thirty seconds."
Finally, it comes, my stream starts as a dribble then gets strong. I can hear
it hitting in the dust. I finish, the guy takes my penis between two fingers
and shakes it. Then, he slaps my nuts. It took me completely by surprise. I
gasp and start to fold, but he grabs my arms to support me. "That's what you
get for taking so long." My lower abdomen is cramping.
D: We drive on another hours, then we stop, and I am led into a building of
some sort. The sounds make it seem old and wooden. Smells dusty, remote.
c99: What happens when you get there?
D: There are several voices. All men.
D: Wait. Maybe one woman there, a higher voice.
c99: An audience makes it much more exciting.
D: I am told to get on my knees. A penis is forced into my face. It is large,
erect, but floppy. Not stiff hard.
D: I am told to suck it. The guy grabs my head. It begins to get harder.
D: Are you with me, C99?
c99: Yes
c99: You are nude, blindfolded with your arms tied behind your back. You are
in an isolated location, you don't know where. Very vulnerable.
D: The penis I am sucking begins to leak precum. It is very wet.
D: It actually tastes good. Almost tasteless. A lot of precum.
D: A hand on my forehead pushes my head back hard. I almost fall. The guy I
was sucking didn't cum.
c99: I could be one of those guys, using you and wanting to watch.
D: Two guys lift me by my arms to my feet.
c99: yes, I can see it now. I would be stroking myself thinking about what I
was about to witness.
D: My hands are untied and then retied - spread eagle. I feel cream on my
penis and groin and scrotum.
c99: Watching as the female shaves you bare, getting you ready?
D: I don't know who put it on, but I can hear the female voice nearby and
smaller more gentle hands. After a couple of minutes, my scrotum and groin
burn a little and I squirm. Then, I feel scraping with a dull blade as the
cream is scraped on and toweled off. It was a depilatory, I realize. I am now
free of all pubic hair.
D: My balls are grabbed and pulled. I gasp.
c99: Am I watching as a cutter pulls your sack tight?
D: I don't know. It hurts, though, how tight he has my balls. Then he starts
to roll my balls between his fingers, rolling over the grooves between the
testicles and the epididymus. It is excruciating. I am moaning, almost
yelling. Then it stops. What relief. Then I feels a smaller smooth gentle
hand, then hands, begin to play with my balls and penis. It feels wonderful. I
begin to get hard.
D: It is the woman playing with me, making me hard.
c99: Yes, I like that!!
c99: Who is she?
D: I haven't a clue. I hear her talking to someone. The voice is deep and
familiar. It is the man who recruited me.
D: Someone climbs over me. A leg on either side. A large person. A penis is
inserted in my mouth again. The man is straddling my face. His balls resting
on my chin. I can barely breath. Then his voice again. He is the one who is
fucking my mouth. He has a thick long heavy penis. His balls touch my face.
They are heavy, big.
c99: Is the girl still making you hard?
D: I don't know who she is, but she takes orders from the man. She cups my
balls. She keep playing with me. Keeps me hard. Tweaks my balls every once in
a while, making me ache. It feels so good though. I feel like I am getting
close to the verge. I can hear other male voices around, close, watching.
D: Someone hits my balls occasionally -- a shocking pain. Not terribly bad,
but a real surprise. I hear male voices talking, laughing. The ache in my
balls is mounting.
c99: Yes! I'm thinking that I'm there watching,
D: The man is thrusting into my mouth. His precum is increasing. His deep
voice is rhythmically sighing.
c99: I'm stroking myself now, and pulling my balls down to the bottom of my
sack.
c99: I'm stretching my scrotum
D: I feel the guy in my mouth tense, his penis swells. I can smell somehow
that he is about to cum. I tense up also. I can hear him breathing deeply,
louder. The woman pauses, then starts to squeeze my balls in a crescendo as
the guy I am sucking gets closer and closer to exploding.
D: He gets so deep sometimes when he thrusts that I almost gag. I can tell he
is wet. I have to swallow his precum. But, really, I like it. I really am
enjoying being controlled like this. I give myself into it. I just flow. That
is what I wanted, I guess, having no control. Whatever they do, I must accept.
D: It's also scary, but even more thrilling.
c99: That feeling in the pit of your stomach
D: Then, he begins to cum. I suddenly get scared that I will choke. I swallow
as fast as I can. And swallow. He cums, and CUMS.
D: It is so much. The taste and smell is very strong. I start to gag, but then
control myself. I swallow and swallow. Suddenly I realize that she is
squeezing my balls very very hard, pulling and twisting.
D: Then she stops. He is done too. He pulls out, panting. I am panting too. My
balls ache like crazy.
c99: are you still hard from her?
D: I can't believe I just swallowed that guy. It was so much.
This has gone way beyond where I expected.
D: She starts to play me gently again. Hurts me gently again squeezing my
balls, then plays gently again.
c99: What did you expect when you got into a strange van nude?
D: She whispers in my ear that I only have a few more to go.
c99: What? A few more guys you have to swallow or a few more strokes as a man?
D: I don't know. What does she mean? Then, another penis enters my mouth.
smaller. Tight scrotum. Thin, long, whereas the other was large and thick.
D: This one fucks my mouth. Then pulls out and strokes himself and then fucks
my mouth again. I can hear him starting to breath fast. His penis swells.
c99: I'm thinking I'm there, watching as these guys line up to fuck your face.
D: He yells, "YESSS" and she squeezes my balls again really hard.
c99: I am thinking that she is nude, kneeling between your legs, stroking your
cock and balls.
D: I don't know. I never saw her. She could even be a feminine guy for all I
know. Or a eunuch. Her touch is different though.
D: The guy on me then squirts in my mouth and on my face. He tells me to
swallow it. She squeezes and yells for me to swallow. I do. I can feel her
fingers sweep the cum on my cheeks and nose into my mouth. I suck her fingers
and swallow the cum. The cum is thinner than the Master, the first guy.
c99: go on...
D: Now I feel a man's hands take my balls. He is much rougher. It really
hurts. I think I may even get sick. I hear the deep voice again. He has my
balls. The pain shoots into my belly and flanks.
D: It hurts so much I can't take a breath. My back is arched to breaking.
D: He relaxes. I breath.
D: Then, another penis in my mouth. Another big one. Fills my mouth.
D: Then I feel a sharp sting like a needle prick and then burning in my
scrotum. And then it happens again. Then I can tell that my scrotum is numb.
D: I am still sucking on the guy. I am concentrating on it, putting what is
happening to my scrotum out of my mind. Now I want him to cum. I am excited.
My penis is hard again. I can't feel my scrotum, but I can feel my balls, the
deep sensation in my balls. Apparently they didn't numb up the cords so my
balls are as alive to pressure and abuse as ever. Just the scrotal surface is
deadened.
D: Are you with me. Is that your dick in my mouth?
c99: Yes, and I was watching as they numbed your sak. I'm hard and want to see
this thing thru. I want them to do it!!!
D: Tell me about your dick. What is it like when you cum. Do you leak. Does it
take a while to cum when you are being sucked off?
c99: First it leaks precum, as i get closer it starts to swell and then it
feels like an explosion as the cum flows out of my slit. I like to keep
pumping until I unload it all!
D: I can feeling tugging around my scrotum, but it doesn't hurt. Then, a
really sharp deep pain in my right testicle and right abdomen. I think that
they just popped my right ball out of the scrotum. Again a sharp pain as they
pull hard on the right cord to stretch it out.
D: Your dick fills my mouth. You are leaking. I am breathing fast and noisy.
c99: yes,
D: More tugging. The another sharp pain. Left side. Then another pain.
Stretching my left cord.
c99: I am so hard watching your balls cum out of your sack. As I fuck your
face I watch them stretch your cords, getting ready!
D: Then I can feel as someone is bouncing my balls in their hand or patting
them or something. I don't know what. But, I can really feel all the touch.
Deep, deep agony, but somehow pleasurable agony.
D: I can feel someone feeling my left nut and then feeling the epididymus.
c99: It's such a turn on to watch her (if it is a female) hold your balls in
her hand while I'm fucking your mouth.
c99: I can feel it in my own sack. Imagining what it feels like for you to
have your balls out in the open air bare for all to see!
D: I am sucking hard. I want you to cum. I can feel my penis very erect. Hard
as it can get. I wish someone would stroke my penis. I know I am dripping
precum. I arch my back, stretching to lean to someone to stroke me. I am dying
to cum at the same time that the penis I am sucking cums.
D: I hear you gasp and then say that you are cumming.
D: You gasp again. My mouth fills with your cum. I try to swallow.
c99: She is waiting with the knife, I know that when I tell her I'm
cumming she will slice thru your cords
D: Then I feel a really sharp deep pain in both my balls and deep in my belly.
D: They have crushed both cords at the same time with some kind of crushing
instrument. A big hemostat or something. Your cum fills my throat.
c99: I'm flooding your mouth with my seed!
D: I nearly pass out. I don't remember what happens.
D: The blind fold is off. I am surrounded by people I don't know. More than I
thought. The only one I recognize is the Master.
D: I look between my legs. My balls are in a pan. I have been castrated. My
belly is full of cum. I don't know whose it is. I didn't feel myself cum. If I
did cum, I wasn't aware of it.
c99: Your face is covered with strangers cum.
D: I lay back.
D: It is nearly dark now. I didn't know it was so late in the day.
D: My abdomen is cramping terribly.
c99: Your belly is covered in your cum?
D: I am lifted to my feet.
D: and led outside.
D: A dusty path.
D: I can feel that my scrotum is still open. Light, empty.
D: I feel confused. Drugged.
D: Yes, I have been drugged.
D: I turn my head to see the building. It is indeed an old building -- like a
miner's shack.
c99: Now, my belly is really covered in my cum. I just came all over myself. I
would have wanted to be there to see you lose your balls
D: I turn back to see where I am being led.
D: A hole.
D: A grave.
D: Deep hole.
D: I am pushed into it.
c99: You know its for you don't you
D: I look up to see them all standing there above me. I am still confused.
Then I see the pistols. A shot rings out, I fall. Then my body jumps, then
darkness.
c99: tell me the end!
D: Well c99?
D: How is that for a fantasy?
c99: Hot, I came on my belly a couple of minutes ago!
D: Good for you.
D: That is the end.
c99: How about you?
And, what about the Archive readers. Did anyone find this entertaining and of
interest? Did anyone else actually have an orgasm as a result of this story
the way that C99 did? Please contact me my email at dagmar111120002yahoo.com.
Perhaps some more stories will cum along.
-dag
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Piano bar | PENECTOMY, Slave | The history of a married man penis-less who is forced to hire real men for his wife.(in french) | Piano bar
Quinze heures, Paris. J’entre dans ce piano bar ŕ l’accueil chaleureux et
discret. L’ambiance est assez sombre, męme si prčs du comptoir, la lumičre est
assez vive. Je m’installe d’abord ŕ une table au centre de la salle, ŕ la fois
pour m’imprégner de l’ambiance, me fondre dans cette lumičre, dans les airs
subtils de Eroll Garner que je reconnais immédiatement. Il faut aussi que je
pense ŕ ce qui m’amčne ici et qui me fait un peu peur malgré tout. J’y ai
pensé toute la journée, depuis que j’ai reçu cette demande, enfin disons cet
ordre. Je me suis tranquillement assis dans un fauteuil en cuir beige trčs
confortable qui me donne naturellement une position finalement assez adaptée ŕ
ce qui doit ętre ma position, c’est un sičge bas, profond mais ferme, qui me
force ŕ avoir les jambes tendues devant moi. Peu de temps aprčs, alors que je
m’attarde sur les lieux, sur les quelques clients qui sont attablés ici et lŕ,
la barmaid vient prendre ma commande et comme je la regarde dans les yeux je
sais ŕ son petit sourire étonné qu’elle a observé ma tenue. Je lui commande un
martini blanc et je me remets ŕ observer la clientčle, car il va bien falloir
que je fasse un choix. Il y a peu de clients et en fait seules deux tables
m’offrent des possibilités avec un homme seul qui y soit installé. J’attends
que la serveuse revienne avec ma consommation et je garde ma position que je
dois en toutes circonstances conserver selon les rčgles de comportement qui
m’ont été imposées il y a maintenant si longtemps. Elles sont devenues ma
seconde nature et je me positionne quasiment automatiquement comme en un
réflexe. Mes jambes sont légčrement écartées sans ostentation malgré tout,
simplement je sais que le collant crčme extręmement moulant qui laisse mon
bassin et mon pubis parfaitement dégagé exposent ŕ tout regard attentif mon
état anatomique si particulier. Et quand la serveuse revient pour m’apporter
ma consommation je vois qu’elle s’approche lentement en fixant l’endroit
étrange si vide et si lisse entre mes jambes. Elle ne peut douter que męme si
mon apparence reste masculine par mon visage et mon corps, les formes qu’elle
voit ŕ cet endroit contredisent bizarrement cette évidence. Elle ne perd pas
son sang froid car elle s’adresse ŕ moi ainsi :
\- Voici votre Martini, euh… monsieur ? madame ?
Je sais ce que l’on ma dressé ŕ répondre dans ce cas-lŕ :
\- Eh bien ne dîtes simplement ni l’un ni l’autre car c’est ce que je suis.
Elle sourit gentiment et dit :
\- Trčs bien je vois. Appelez moi si vous voulez autre chose. Bonne journée
alors…
Je laisse partir cette trčs belle jeune femme, et je regarde avec tristesse
son corps magnifique que sa jupe ultra courte cache si peu… surtout dans ma
position trčs prčs du sol. Je reprends avec résignation mes observations et je
sais que je vais devoir choisir entre un des deux hommes seuls. Je suis assez
effrayé ŕ la façon dont je vais devoir aborder celui que je choisirai et lui
expliquer ce que je suis venu chercher, malgré de longues répétitions dans ma
tęte depuis que ma Maîtresse m’a donné cet ordre il y a trois jours.
Mais je sais que je ne pourrai y échapper alors je prends mon courage ŕ deux
mains et, considérant l’homme assis le plus prčs de moi, qui me semble ętre un
bel homme, je me lčve doucement et me dirige vers lui. Il est absorbé dans un
songe, ou plongé dans ses réflexions, le regard perdu dans les profondeurs
sombres de la salle, assis dans le męme fauteuil de cuir beige. Je m’approche
de lui timidement, et, restant debout je fais ma tentative, un peu tremblant :
\- Pardon monsieur, puis-je vous déranger quelques minutes ?
L’homme sort tout doucement de son ręve, tourne sa tęte vers moi et m’invite
en souriant ŕ parler. Il me propose męme de m’asseoir d’un geste désinvolte de
la main. Comme je ne réagissais pas son regard a parcouru mon corps du haut en
bas, mais s’arręte, encore une fois, comme la serveuse, sur mon pubis.
\- Mais asseyez vous donc…
Je finis par obéir et m’installer selon ma position obligatoire en face de
lui. Je prends soin en m’installant au fond du fauteuil, d’écarter mes jambes
ostensiblement, ayant senti qu’il avait perçu quelque chose de mon anatomie si
spéciale. Je fixe son regard qui n’a plus quitté mon pubis. Je reprends
courage et :
\- Voilŕ, ce qui m’amčne est assez particulier et j’espčre que je ne vais pas
vous choquer. Je vais essayer d’ętre aussi bref que possible. Arrętez moi si
vous souhaitez.
\- Bien.
\- Je suis en fait envoyé par ma Maîtresse, enfin je voulais dire … ma femme.
Vous comprenez elle attend de moi un service tout ŕ fait particulier qui
m’amčne ŕ vous. Je ne vous connais pas évidemment mais en vous observant lŕ
dans ce bar j’ai pensé que vous pourriez correspondre ŕ ce qu’elle… euh ŕ ce
que je cherche. Excusez moi c’est assez difficile. Bon pour rester court, elle
m’a demandé de rencontrer un bel homme qui accepterait de venir chez elle,
enfin chez nous, et qui saurait…. Enfin qui saurait lui donner du plaisir
Je tremble un peu de ce que je viens de dire, je sens cela tellement étrange
d’entendre ces paroles sortir de ma bouche. Je vois son visage changer, son
sourire se transforme un peu, quoique ne disparaissant pas complčtement. Un
regard étonné, incrédule lui envahit les yeux.
\- Attendez je ne suis pas certain d’avoir compris ce que vous me dites… Votre
femme vous envoie chercher un homme, c’est bien ça ?
\- Oui Monsieur c’est exactement ça
\- Mais vous ętes d’accord ?
\- Eh bien Monsieur c'est-ŕ-dire que je n’ai pas le choix, ça a été un ordre
de sa part, comme je l’ai dit elle est ma Maîtresse, c'est-ŕ-dire que je suis
son soumis… et puis il y a autre chose qui fait qu’il est normal qu’elle
s’adresse ŕ un homme et pas ŕ moi pour ce genre de chose
\- Hhhhmmm tout ça est bien étrange, mais ça m’intéresse. Vous ętes sous sa
domination c’est ça ?
\- Oui Monsieur vous avez bien compris
\- Allez donc chercher votre consommation, je sens que notre conversation va
durer un peu
Je me lčve et en marchant lentement je vais chercher mon verre. Je sens son
regard qui fixe mes fesses moulées trčs finement par le tissu de mon collant.
Peut-ętre a-t-il aussi vu… mais je ne veux pas y penser. En revenant, je
marche suffisamment lentement pour que l’homme ait le temps de m’observer. Je
vais pour m’asseoir ŕ nouveau
\- Attendez restez un peu debout que je vous regarde un peu
Je sais que je dois me positionner selon mes obligations car je sais que je
suis dans une situation de soumis reconnu. Donc je m’avance jusqu’ŕ ętre trčs
prčs de lui, je pose mon verre sur la table, et j’écarte légčrement les
jambes. Je place mes bras le long de mon corps et baisse humblement la tęte.
\- Voilŕ Monsieur
\- HHmmm tout ŕ fait étonnant, je savais que ça existait mais c’est la
premičre fois… restez debout pour l’instant
Et l’homme fait un geste en direction de la serveuse qui s’approche
rapidement. L’homme lui demande une nouvelle consommation.
\- Dites moi, que désire votre femme… hhhmmm je pense que je dois dire comme
vous : votre Maîtresse, c’est bien ça ?
L’homme s’est adressé ŕ moi avec manifestement l’intention d’ętre entendu de
la serveuse qui est ŕ côté de nous maintenant.
\- Oui Monsieur, c’est exactement ça
\- Et bien, que désire-t-elle ?
J’avale ma salive car ce que je vais dire est le plus difficile ŕ exprimer
\- Peut ętre l’avez-vous compris, je suis dans l’incapacité de lui apporter ce
dont elle a besoin sur le plan physique, et c’est ce qui explique ma démarche
Je vois son regard redescendre trčs directement au niveau de mon pubis et y
rester quand il me demande :
\- Mais vous ętes complčtement … euh… opéré ?
\- Non pas totalement… la transformation qu’elle ma fait subir est un peu
compliquée vous voulez vraiment des détails ?
\- Ma foi puisque nous y sommes, pourquoi pas… ma curiosité est vraiment
piquée au vif, et je ne doute pas que pour mademoiselle, ce doit ętre pareil…
Dit-il en s’adressant ŕ la serveuse qui ne perd rien en effet de nos échanges…
\- J’ai donc perdu complčtement ma verge, mais j’ai conservé toutes mes
glandes. Simplement elles ont été remontées ŕ l’intérieur de mon bassin et mon
scrotum a été supprimé. Ce qui m’a rendu totalement lisse
Je suis dans un état de tension maximale c’est la premičre fois que je dois
expliquer ŕ un inconnu ma transformation, je tremble de partout, je suis en
sueur…
L’homme s’aperçoit de mon malaise, et s’adresse ŕ la serveuse :
\- Mademoiselle… Vous avez vu notre ami, trčs intéressant n’est-ce pas?
\- Oui en effet c’est trčs … spécial mais finalement assez excitant
\- Vous avez vu son pubis, c’est tout vide, et c’est sa femme qui l’a
transformé ainsi… Eh, vous pouvez nous expliquer un peu plus pourquoi vous
ętes transformé ?
Je suis de plus en plus mal ŕ l’aise mais je sais que je dois répondre
\- Il y a quelques années, ma Maîtresse a décidé que mon pénis perturbait mon
dressage ŕ la soumission totale qu’elle avait entrepris. Elle a donc décidé de
me l’enlever. Elle a aussi décidé que je devais conserver l’usage de mes
hormones donc j’ai gardé mes testicules. Par contre il fallait que mon
apparence sexuelle disparaisse totalement, et voici donc ce qu’elle a
fabriqué. Cela fait maintenant cinq années que je suis transformé
J’étais au bord des larmes. L’homme eut pitié de moi
\- Je pense que vous devriez vous asseoir et boire un peu de votre boisson…
j’espčre que c’est un peu alcoolisé eh eh !
\- Merci Monsieur, en effet j’en ai besoin
La serveuse s’est excusée et est repartie vaquer ŕ ses occupations
\- Bien reprenons. Donc en effet je comprends et donc elle vous envoie
chercher un homme pour satisfaire ses besoins.
\- Oui Monsieur
\- J’imagine que pour vous il n’est pas question de jalousie
\- Oh non, bien sűr Monsieur, je ne suis qu’un soumis, j’aime ma Maîtresse et
je ne désire que son bonheur, et pour ce bonheur je sais qu’elle a besoin de
choses que de toutes façons je ne pourrai plus jamais lui donner.
\- Eh bien je commence ŕ me demander si je ne vais pas accepter cette offre.
Dis moi soumis, euh … je peux t’appeler ainsi n’est-ce pas ?
Je sens alors qu’un pas vient d’ętre franchi et que désormais je ne pourrai
plus faire machine arričre. Un poids s’abat sur mes épaules et je frémis,
sachant que mon acceptation va conditionner ma vie… je courbe un peu plus la
tęte et réponds :
\- Oui absolument Monsieur, c’est bien ainsi que l’on doit me nommer
\- Parfait. Donc je disais, soumis, parle moi un peu de ta Maîtresse, dis moi
comment elle est, ce qu’elle aime, enfin dis moi que j’aurai du plaisir avec
elle
Je lui parle avec un mélange de joie ŕ parler de la femme que j’aime, de cette
femme fabuleuse pour qui j’ai totalement offert ma vie, mon corps mes espoirs,
de joie donc ŕ raconter mon émotion de cette Maîtresse qui m’a envoűté, de
joie mais aussi de tristesse en pensant que ce que je redoutais depuis
longtemps est enfin arrivé, que je vais offrir ŕ cet homme les plaisirs qui me
sont interdits ŕ jamais.
Quand je termine, un long silence s’installe entre nous. J’ai le souffle
court, j’ai peur mais aussi j’ai envie que l’événement arrive enfin, pour de
vrai.
\- Est-ce que nous y allons maintenant ?
\- Oui Monsieur, c’est exactement ce que ma Maîtresse attend, je peux vous
conduire auprčs d’elle immédiatement
\- Parfait ! Je vais régler nos consommations et nous partons
Je me lčve, et me dirige vers la sortie, tout tremblant encore de ce que j’ai
réussi finalement ŕ réaliser. Je sens une bouffée de bonheur en pensant que
sans doute ma Maîtresse sera fičre de moi, de son petit esclave obéissant.
L’homme me rejoint sur le trottoir, ŕ la sortie du bar. Il passe devant moi :
\- Suis moi soumis
\- Oui Monsieur ŕ vos ordres
Je suis l’homme qui a rejoindre son véhicule. Moi évidemment j’étais arrivé
ici en métro.
Il s’installe et m’ouvre la portičre passager oů je m’installe ŕ mon tour.
\- Ecarte plus les jambes, soumis, ou bien je le dirai ŕ ta Maîtresse !
\- Oui Monsieur ŕ vos ordres
Et j’écarte le plus qu’il m’est possible les jambes sur les côtés du sičge. Je
boucle ma ceinture de sécurité.
L’homme met en route et tout de suite pose sa main entre mes jambes, sur mon
pubis. Il tâte et fouille, descend jusqu’ŕ atteindre mon périnée. Je me
soulčve légčrement car je pense qu’il veut vérifier ce que j’ai raconté. Ses
doigts ont bien exploré tout l’endroit oů se trouvait mon sexe il y a
longtemps.
Visiblement satisfait, il reprend le volant et démarre. Je le guide jusqu’ŕ
notre maison oů il entre directement, le portail étant resté ouvert.
Il descend, attend que je le rejoigne, et me suit pour entrer dans la maison.
Je sonne ainsi que je dois le faire et attends que ma Maîtresse vienne ouvrir
car je n’ai pas le droit de prendre ce genre d’initiative.
Bien sűr, je me suis mis en position d’attente, jambes écartées, bras tendus
le long du corps, tęte baissée.
\- Eh bien, tu es vraiment bien dressé, c’est magnifique
Je ne peux plus répondre désormais, devant attendre l’autorisation de ma
Maîtresse.
Elle arrive enfin, s’arręte sur le pas de la porte et s’adresse ŕ moi :
\- Ah te voilŕ. J’écoute esclave
\- Voilŕ Maîtresse, j’ai suivi vos ordres, et j’ai invité ce Monsieur ŕ faire
votre connaissance
\- Trčs bien, tu vas aller te déshabiller et nous rejoindre au salon oů tu
nous serviras un apéritif
\- Oui Maîtresse, ŕ vos ordres
Dis-je sans bouger de ma position. Et immédiatement je les laisse pour
exécuter les ordres. Je vais dans ma chambre, me déshabille intégralement car
je ne peux exister dans la maison que entičrement nu quelles que soient les
circonstances. Puis je vais au salon oů j’installe des verres, je prépare le
chariot avec quelques boissons, et je me positionne selon ma condition, ŕ
genoux, tęte baissée, bras tendus le long de mes cuisses, jambes écartées.
Ma Maîtresse arrive avec l’homme, ils sont en pleine conversation, et je
comprends que l’homme est en train de décrire la rencontre dans le bar.
Elle l’invite ŕ s’asseoir sur le canapé mais elle-męme va s’installer dans le
fauteuil, qui lui fait face. Sa tenue m’impressionne – comme toujours je dois
dire. Elle me fascine par son goűt fabuleux pour trouver des tenues
magnifiques, toujours sexy. Cette fois-ci elle porte une robe rouge en voile
trčs léger. De façon évidente elle ne porte aucun sous-vętement, car la robe
est totalement ouverte dans le dos, et l’ouverture descend suffisamment pour
laisser voir le début de la raie de ses fesses. La robe est trčs large mais
aussi extręmement courte, et chacun de ses mouvements dévoile un peu de ses
fesses magnifiques. Elle s’assoit en faisant voler le tissu si léger ce qui
fait qu’elle ne s’est pas du tout assise sur le tissu. Comme le fauteuil est
vraiment trčs bas, ses jambes sont un peu relevées et comme elle les a
écartées, l’homme ne peut en aucun cas perdre une miette de ce spectacle
prodigieux qu’elle lui offre, et il le lui dit :
\- Ma chčre, ce que vous m’offrez est tout simplement extraordinaire, et
j‘avoue trčs volontiers que vous me faites un effet considérable. Vous ętes
magnifique, votre tenue est éblouissante et aucun homme au monde, et surtout
pas moi, ne pourrait résister un quart de seconde ŕ vos charmes. Faites de moi
ce que vous voulez.
\- Esclave va préparer notre ami qui ne va pas pouvoir tenir trčs longtemps
\- Oui Maîtresse, ŕ vos ordres
J’ai été préparé ŕ cette éventualité et ma Maîtresse m’a longuement expliqué
quels pourraient ętre mes attitudes, mes comportements auxquels je devrais
m’attendre lorsque j’aurais trouvé un homme. Bien sűr les circonstances
peuvent imposer différentes attitudes ou gestes, mais Elle a prévu toute une
panoplie de possibilités et m’a dressé ŕ répondre ŕ de simples ordres, sans
qu’elle ait ŕ expliquer longuement. Ainsi je sais qu’elle aimera que je me
charge des tâches ordinaires, je sais que je vais devoir ętre câlin avec
l’homme, que je vais devoir le préparer par tous les moyens possibles ŕ se
donner ŕ Elle. Je me relčve donc calmement, me dirige vers l’homme,
m’agenouille devant lui, et commence ŕ lui ôter les chaussures. Je le fais
avec des gestes lents, trčs doux, tendres, et je sais que cela devrait
augmenter encore (si c’était possible) son excitation. Je pose délicatement
les chaussures et lui enlčve les chaussettes. Pour ça j’enveloppe ses pieds
délicatement, fait rouler le tissu sur ses chevilles, puis je dégage doucement
le pied en le massant. J’enlčve la chaussette et je masse ses orteils.
Ils se sont servis une boisson et l’homme multiplie ses compliments et ses
mots doux. Ma Maîtresse, qui a croisé ses jambes en tailleurs sur le fauteuil,
écoute tranquillement. L’homme fait mine de se lever mais ma Maîtresse
l’arręte d’un geste :
\- Non s’il vous plait, bel homme, laisser faire mon esclave, vous verrez il
sait trčs bien y faire et vous ne regretterez pas la suite si vous savez ętre
patient. Ne vous inquiétez pas j’aime beaucoup ce que vous me dites et vous
devez sentir que vous ne me laissez pas indifférente… si vous voyez ce que je
veux dire…
J’ai pris son pied et l’ai porté ŕ mon visage. Ma langue court désormais sur
la partie délicate et je sens la respiration de l’homme qui commence ŕ
s’accélérer.
Je lui caresse le mollet sous son pantalon. Je remonte progressivement et en
repassant sur le pantalon j’atteins la ceinture. Je sais que seule ma
Maîtresse peut ordonner au moment opportun de toucher le sexe de l’homme. Je
déboucle la ceinture, déboutonne doucement tous les boutons de la braguette,
en faisant attention de soulever le tissu pour ne pas poser ma main sur son
sexe que je sais ętre en érection énorme. Je lui demande de se lever un peu
\- Monsieur s’il vous plait…
Et il comprend se soulčve légčrement, et je glisse le pantalon jusqu’en bas.
Son slip blanc moulant ne peut rien cacher de l’énormité de sa verge. Quand
j’ai complčtement retiré le pantalon, je m’assieds ŕ côté de l’homme pour lui
défaire sa chemise. Mes mains se font légčres et caressantes sur sa poitrine.
Elles glissent doucement sur son ventre qu’il a ferme, et remontent doucement
pour commencer une lente descente en déboutonnant un par un les boutons de sa
chemise. Prčs de son sexe de nouveau je soulčve le tissu pour ne pas męme
frôler son sexe qui est au bord de l’explosion. Je devine que quand ma
Maîtresse va le toucher, il va jouir instantanément. De façon évidente c’est
ce qu’elle attend. Je peux maintenant enlever la chemise, et lŕ encore je dois
lui demander sur le męme ton que pour le pantalon. Puis enfin je vais enlever
le slip. Je mets mes mains sur ses hanches, et commence ŕ les faire glisser
doucement sous la ceinture élastique du slip. Je fais glisser mes mains pour
entraîner le slip vers le bas en faisant trčs attention de ne pas effleurer sa
verge gigantesque. Enfin je la libčre, elle est droite, fičre, palpitante, une
goutte de liqueur perle au bout du gland congestionné, et je continue ŕ tirer
sur le tissu.
\- S’il vous plait Monsieur…
Demande-je pour la troisičme fois.
Il se soulčve un peu et je libčre enfin ce corps magnifiquement viril.
\- Ne bougez pas encore mon ami, je veux vous regarder ainsi, je veux savourer
ce magnifique organe que vous allez m’offrir dans quelques instants, avec
lequel vous allez me donner tant de plaisir. Je vais vous faire jouir tout de
suite, mais vous allez revenir ensuite pour mieux me servir. J’adore regarder
un sexe d’homme en érection. Je trouve ça tellement beau.
Puis elle se lčve, vient s’accroupir devant l’homme et saisit sa verge dans sa
bouche, l’avale trčs profondément, et reste ainsi sas bouger.
Presque immédiatement, l’homme jouit. Il crie, il s’agrippe au fauteuil, il se
crispe se tend, tend son bassin, ses jambes tremblent, et je devine aux
mouvements de la gorge de ma Maîtresse qu’elle avale toute sa liqueur qu’il
lui déverse sans arręt au fond de sa gorge.
Il finit par se calmer pourtant aprčs quelques derniers râles.
Elle se retire de lui.
\- Magnifique, délicieux, voilŕ ce que j’appelle un homme. Maintenant rendez
moi la pareille je suis impatiente. Et ne vous inquiétez pas nous avons toue
la soirée et toute la nuit devant nous… Mon esclave va s’occuper de votre
pénis pour lui redonner une allure plus digne de vous, cher ami…
Et elle s’allonge sur le tapis en écartant largement les jambes et les bras en
un geste d’accueil absolument irrésistible. L’homme s’agenouille entre ses
jambes et commence ŕ la lécher. Moi je m’installe aussi sur le dos et aussi
vite que je peux me saisis de sa verge dans ma bouche. Un peu de sperme coule
encore, et par un mouvement d’aspiration je prends possession de cette
magnifique verge qui reste énorme malgré qu’elle soit de nouveau au repos.
J’entends le premier orgasme de ma Maîtresse qui n’a pas tardé et je comprends
qu’elle était dans le męme état d’excitation que l’homme. Mais celui-ci a
compris qu’il ne devait pas s’arręter et quelques minutes aprčs un deuxičme
orgasme fait éclater ma Maîtresse en sanglots, en cris, je la sens qui se
débat, ses jambes bousculent l’homme violemment, et son orgasme continue comme
s’il ne pouvait plus s’arręter. Cette sensation extraordinaire réveille
manifestement l’homme car je sens sa verge qui reprend vie et commence ŕ
durcir sur ma langue. Alors que ma Maîtresse apaise progressivement son
orgasme, il devient dur et n’en pouvant plus quitte ma bouche, et vient
s’empaler dans le vagin de ma Maîtresse.
Lŕ enfin il peut exprimer la force de sa verge gigantesque et leurs
gémissements mélangés me font frissonner de désir, de frustration. Je sens
comme il m’arrive encore parfois cette étrange sensation d’une érection
intérieure qui s’empare du plus profond de mon ventre. Cette sensation qui
n’est que la trace du souvenir de mon pénis, et qui n’est pas une vraie
érection me remplit de désespoir et je sens les larmes qui m’inondent le
visage, Je me suis relevé, je sais que je dois me placer en position
d’attente. Et je me replace face ŕ ma Maîtresse ŕ genoux, les bras tendus le
long de mes cuisses, tęte baissée, suivant avec un lourd sentiment de
désespoir l’arrivée de leur orgasme qui monte tout doucement sous les coups de
boutoir de l’homme. Le cri de ma Maîtresse est impressionnant, long et rauque.
Et il ne s’arręte que quand l’homme la rejoint dans le spasme.
Ils sont encastrés l’un dans l’autre sans plus bouger, comme statufiés. Mais
ma Maîtresse dit dans un soupire :
\- Encore je vous veux encore, il va falloir que mon esclave s’occupe de vous…
mais venez avec moi nous allons nous revigorer un peu…
\- Esclave, suis nous, Monsieur a encore besoin de tes services
Et ils se séparent lentement, se relčvent, elle l’entraîne vers la salle de
bain, je les suis. Nous allons tous les trois dans l’immense cabine de douche,
oů je prépare les flacons de crčme parfumée, les huiles qui vont me servir ŕ
les masser, mais aussi les accessoires spéciaux que ma Maîtresse ne va pas
manquer de suggérer ŕ son amant du jour.
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Busted - The Game Show: Chapter 8 | GAY, TESTICLES, NULLIFICATION, MINOR | Garth talks Jason into becoming a contestant on Busted. | Busted û The Game Show
® Justin Cumberland 2007
Chapter Eight
Jason wasnÆt thinking clearly.
They put needles into him and everything changed û suddenly, always, and
forever; and he would never be the same again. His mind opened and closed in
new ways. It shut tighter, while other things, brighter, flooded in swirling
visions through his mind. They turned and spun and fluttered while buttered
voices whispered vicarious longings, daring him forward and forcing him to a
precipice so heÆd slide: kind voices reached longingly and tried. Connections,
unexpected, came together while time phased in waves. There were days and days
like these, and some days framed open into patches of sunshine surreal. That
was the deal.
He had never expected it.
The drugs, he realized later, turned him into a jerk; but only, for a matter
of moments.
They took him to the infirmary and did a full medical check, even using the
little hammer on his knees, making him strip down to the jock strap that Garth
had said he should wear today as it was, after all, a sporting occasion. And
then they took that off him as well. They had to give him the injections, they
said.
Two of them went into the little hollows on either side of his groin, two into
his shoulder. They asked him to roll over before and move his legs apart
before injecting a syringe into his arsehole; and then, when he had turned
back, they told him they had to put two injections into the eye of his penis.
There was a man and a woman in the room. They were wearing white lab-coats and
they looked like proper medical professionals, unlike some of the frauds that
practiced these days.
It was a bit embarrassing, obviously, to have an injection in your penis, but
he figured it would be the stuff that made you hard and made you come; and, as
it turned out, he was right.
He sat there while a man held his penis and injected a needle into.
Fortunately, it was the man who did it. It would have been embarrassing if the
woman had done it; but she was, luckily, working at a side bench with some
test tubes and pieces of flesh.
Jase knew he was strong. He wasnÆt going to let a little thing like a needle
hurt him. At least, he thought so, but it turned out to be painful, hurting
more than he thought it would. He had never stuck anything into the eye of his
penis and he didnÆt realize it would hurt that much. The doctor held his penis
roughly too, squeezing it so the head bulged. The guy had to be firm, he said.
A sudden jolt could easily make a mess! Jason could be torn, the doctor said.
He was being cruel to be kind. Jason tried to relax as he watched his eye open
like the mouth of fish. He watched the needle go in and then he felt it.
It was a sharp pain. Jason bit his lip and winced. He tried to stop it but,
even though he was a football hero, his eyes watered and he had to blink back
the tears as the guy readied himself for the second injection.
æAre you crying?Æ
æFuck that!Æ Jase said. He shook his head and shivered. There was another one
to come.
In the wardrobe department they gave him the tank top, the leather sandals and
the little cap that did up under his chin. It was a beach-rescue workerÆs
outfit from some country somewhere that he had seen before. He knew what it
was; but he couldnÆt think of it at the moment because the minute he saw the
outfit, he realized this was real. They were really going to let him do this.
He had seen Brad in it. Brad had won. And even though JaseÆs kit and arse
would be exposed, he decided not to worry about it. Brad had looked strong and
manly. He would be strong and manly. And it might help him if the other guys
could see his gear, anyway. It could hardly be avoided and it would probably
put them off. They would realize that they didnÆt have a chance.
The tank top was red and it had JASON written across the front of it in large
yellow letters. It made it look like his chest was bursting because he had
filled the letters out and stretched them so they were distorted. It was too
small for him, which was good in one way, because it made him look big and
buff; but it was annoying too, because he had to keep pulling it down so that
it covered his navel. The cap was the same yellow and red, made out of four
colored triangles. It had little white cords that tied up under his chin, and;
as he looked at himself in the mirror, Jason had to smile. He looked fucking
gorgeous. His fine blond hair stuck out at the sides of the cap, and it
separated into little bunches that curled on his forehead. He could never get
his hair, usually, to do anything other than hang straight. Every strand had a
fine life of its own. It was like a synthetic wig, or some little cloche hat
that followed every movement of his head, as though there was a bead hanging
from every single strand. It was blond and smooth and glossy; and girls at
school often wanted to touch it (which Jason didnÆt like). They even asked him
what sort of product he used.
Something shifted in his mind.
As if he would be bothered! Why would anyone bother using some fucking
product? You just put up with what you had. HeÆd never had to worry about what
he looked like. Why did other people worried about it? He stared at himself
and smiled.
Oh fuck! He was fucking gorgeous. This is what everyone is always going on
about, he said to himself. IÆm a fucking god.
He laughed a bit, standing there, looking in the mirror. He was beautiful.
HeÆd never really seen it before. He was wonderful. No wonder they wanted him
on the show. There was no way they would want him to be neutered. It simply
wasnÆt going to happen. He reached down and felt his balls. They were heavy in
his loose sack and slid under the skin. They felt great. Oh, and he was safe.
The other guysàwell.
Jason smiled. Oh fuck! They were gonna let him just do em.
He was a different. He looked great.
Even so, the costume was pretty silly. He realized that. It was supposed to be
sexy (and it was) but they had gone a bit too far. The cap was okay. He could
put up with that. It was the leather sandals that made it silly. He had no
shorts on; and he had never, in his life, remembered footwear at the exclusion
of something to cover his kit. Who would? Who would go to the beach dressed
like this? When Jase went to the beach he made sure he wore a loose pair of
shorts. There was no way heÆd wear tight trunks to the beach. His bulge was
huge in those things. They didnÆt even cover it probably û not even making it
around his sack, but leaving little gaps near the hollows of his groin at
either side. Some of his sack was actually showing when he wore them; which he
had to do at school, of course, for swim training, but there was no way heÆd
wear them by choice. It was bad enough at school.
He was so embarrassed about it that at one stage that Garth actually brought
him a larger pair as a surprise, to try and help him out. They were nylon,
Garth said; and because they werenÆt elasticized, they wouldnÆt make a big
show of his kit. Unfortunately they were a lot too large and someone in the
locker room, on the day of the meet, removed the cord that tied them at the
waist. It was some competitor, Jason supposed. And he hadnÆt realized that it
had gone because it wasnÆt there to remind him; and when he dived in the
trunks had sucked backwards into the water, being dragged right over his feet
in one sudden movement. And he had had to go on because it was a competition
and Garth had come to watch him!
Fortunately he still won. He always won at swimming; but he had his arse and
kit exposed to the whole school while he did it. The thought of it made him
angry. He wasnÆt going to be shamed like that again. He had tried to make the
best of it at the time, planning, when the race was over, to dive down and
grab the trunks; but some little kid jumped into the pool and grabbed them,
running off, as though the whole thing was a joke and not a serious
competition at all.
The whole school was laughing. There were parents there; and Jason was so
embarrassed when he got the end and heard the laughter (he had, after all,
just won) that he jumped out and ran for the chest-high fence (it was an
outdoor pool). He climbed it, trying to get away, and then blundered when he
got one foot on the top. He had straightened his leg and just got his balance
when his heel slipped. He fell hard, forcing both balls into the steel rail,
one on either side, and trapped underneath him. He froze and took a sudden
breath. He went red in the face then fell off sideways, momentarily paralyzed,
landing on the grass with one of his feet caught up in the air, his legs
stretched wide apart.
That was a few years ago now, around the time that he had been thirteen. He
was embarrassed by it; and, even though he had to believe Garth that had meant
well, Jason decided to go back to wearing the elasticized trunks, because he
was discomfited by his bulge, let alone his gear, naked; and now, here he was,
about to expose his kit to guys all over the country.
He felt sick .
His thoughts shifted. It would be okay. He had nothing to be embarrassed
about, like Garth said. What he had was fine. A bit out of the ordinary, but
it was fine.
He took another look and smiled. The costume was fine too. There wasnÆt a
problem. He was gonna look great no matter what they put him in. The only
thing, really, which would make it embarrassing, was if he was somehow made to
look foolish, like at the swimming comp., while he was wearing it. That wasnÆt
going to happen. He was older now, smarter, and they werenÆt going toà
Oh fuck! His dick rose a bit and he tried to control it. He hadnÆt been
thinking of anything! He got it slack again, repeating to himself: æYes, IÆll
go on, yes IÆll go on, yes IÆll go on,Æ concentrating. He stopped and took a
deep breath. In a few minutes he would be out there. He put his hands down,
sliding them on the insides of his thighs. Oh God! The touch of his hands felt
so good!
In a few minutes he would be out there. In a few minutes û after the saddle
round they might even have a jerk-off, or a kick-off.
He thought about a kick-off, about kicking some guy in the nuts. Could he
really use his powerful leg and squelch some poor guyÆs nuts û end it for him?
Of course he could. Why not? He would have to look out for himself. And
anyway, it wasnÆt like he was doing it deliberately. It wasnÆt like he had
much choice. Why feel guilty about it? It was acceptable, these days. People
watched the show. They laughed. He laughed. The guys went on afterwards and
lived their lives. It wasnÆt the end of the world. There was a point to it. It
was population control.
Jason shook his head and dispelled conscience. Fuck off! He said, screaming at
the voice inside him; and then, suddenly, everything went quiet. He felt the
room expand around him. He stared as the lens in his eye focused sharply and
the locker room resolved itself with pristine clarity. It was hard. It was
bright. It was real.
He was a sportsman. This was a locker room. He was preparing for a game. And
if there was one thing he was good at, it was kicking a ball. Oh fuck! He
smiled and felt the adrenaline rush through him. Some guy û some smart-arsed
prick was gonna get his balls kicked. He was gonna be made to stand there,
spread legged, tied to the beams, Andy and Sam holding his hands, while Jase
planted a boot, right fucking there. If he wasnÆt careful he could break the
guyÆs pelvis. He would have to restrain his first kick or the guy would be
mush before Jason got to enjoying it. He could probably burst the guyÆs dick
if he wanted to.
He smiled at the thought of it. He was going to win. They were just going to
let him win. HeÆd be like a kid let loose in a toy shop. A kid whose parents
would buy him anything. He felt his dick get hard. It spun up into the air
faster and harder than it had ever been. Jase looked down at it and laughed.
Ha!
He was out of control. He was out, from under the thumb. And he was thinking.
For the first time in his life he was thinking really quickly.
But he wasnÆt, of course, thinking well. And in a matter of moments his
thoughts were going to slow again; and he would be as he always had been, only
dumber. He realized later that the drugs had done this; but by then, it was
too late.
They surged in his blood stream and coursed through his mind.
He started to feel woozy. He started to smile. And then he felt the sexual
rush. Reason evaporated. Eyes partly closed he felt his head loll on his neck.
He felt surreal.
His dick jerked up again and he looked at it. It stood out at a sharp angle,
jerking up and down. He couldnÆt even stop it. Fuck man. Oh fuck that was big!
He needed to come.
If only they had a jerk-off. Right then. Right now. HeÆd come in ten seconds.
And then heÆd get to û oh, fuck, heÆd get to waste some guy.
How would he do it, though? He would have to think about it now.
The show gave you an option, but he didnÆt want to use that û something else û
something with tools. Something like what Brad had done to that Tom guy. Fuck
that had been funny! The look on the guyÆs face!
The one with the fish gripper, he thought. Yeah, a fish gripper, a hammer, an
anvil and then û a hacksaw. He had thought of it before. It was one that he
had planned out in his mind. He would do that first. It would get a laugh. It
would definitely get a laugh.
But he needed to pull himself now. He really didnÆt want to walk out on the
stage with a boner. He had seen guys lose control and come for no reason on
the stage. He wasnÆt going to do that. It made them look like little kids
pissing themselves. He had seen it happen in the saddle round when a guy had
taken a first or second hit early and was worried about what would happen. It
was a biological reaction. Garth had said that. The body, thinking it was
going to castrated, made a last ditch effort at procreation, shooting a load
automatically. It looked stupid and he wasnÆt going to do that.
Jason calmed down and tried to think clearly.
Garth had told him that he would have to take at least one hit in the saddle
round. In fact, he might have to take two or three. The questions werenÆt that
easy, and; as the producer had said, they would need to make a show of Jason û
make it look good for the audience who would expect to get something out of
JasonÆs time on the show. He wasnÆt, the producer had said, just any old
contestant. He was special; and he deserved special treatment. The producer
wouldnÆt give Garth the answers to the questions; but had said Garth was a
smart guy and there shouldnÆt be too many he wouldnÆt be able to answer.
It was a shame, but still, at least Jason didnÆt have to think he was being
given a free ride. He really would like to win under his own steam. He was a
winner.
A third hit would hurt. It would be humiliating; but the producer had said to
Garth that Jason didnÆt need to feel humiliated. He needed to be a man about
the whole thing and remember how Brad had reacted, and use it as an example.
He could do that. He knew he could do that. He was strong and he wasnÆt going
to make a fool out of himself by smiling out of embarrassment or jetting a
load across the studio out of fear. There was nothing to be afraid of.
Sometimes, of course, the pain itself sparked a fear that the guy couldnÆt
control. Something involuntary, Garth said. And Jase thought it would be
better to get a load out now, even if it meant pulling himself in a fucking
stall. Otherwise, he would be humiliated. He would look like some sex-crazed
kid; and there was no way he was a kid.
He decided to pull himself. He looked around and then got into one of the
stalls. He had only just grabbed his dick and pulled two or three times when a
load shot out without him even expecting it. Oh fuck! It had hit the back of
the door and because he couldnÆt just leave it there, he had to get some paper
and flush it.
Oh fuck! He closed his eyes. That felt so fucking good.
They had given him a robe to wear. He grabbed it and put it on, embarrassed
that someone would come in and see his dick. They should have given him shorts
to wear under it, Jason thought. It wouldnÆt feel so funny then. He opened his
locker. Garth had put something in his pack for this afternoon, he had said û
something to wear on the way home. Jase unzipped the pack and looked inside.
The clothes he had worn were in the infirmary, and, apart from his lunchbox,
left over from school, there was nothing, except, right at the bottom
something frilly and pink. He reached in and grabbed it, surprised to see a
pair of lace panties. They were womenÆs panties. Size eight. But how did they
get there? Jason thought.
He was trying to think why he had opened the pack in the first place, and
staring at the panties when Jock, the stagehand, said, æAre you ready?Æ
He was standing at the door.
Jason thrust the panties into the pack and shut the locker.
æSure,Æ he said. æSure I am.Æ
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Der böse Traum | NULLIFICATION | Ein wirrer Traum oder was Geldgier so alles bringt. | Der böse Traum
1.Floh wird gefickt
Wieder versuchte Floh mich anzupumpen. Bloß ein paar Euro bettelte er. Komme
auch mal wieder mit zu dir. Das bedeutete er würde sich nackt zu mir ins Bett
legen und sich einen blasen lassen. Anal hatte er absolut abgelehnt. Ich hatte
ihm einen Hunderter rüber wachsen lassen.
Aber das ist nun schon eine Woche her. Ich hatte ihn in einer Kneipe
getroffen, wo er nicht zahlen konnte. Ich war für seine Zeche aufgekommen und
wir sind zu mir gegangen.
Dort ist es dann geschehen. Er war aber schon wieder blank.
Ich sagte ihm wenn er mir seinen Arsch verpachtet könnten wir einig werden.
Er zickte rum, anal ist nicht sein Ding und so.
Ich tat uninteressiert und sagte dann eben nicht und gut.
Er ging weg war aber nach ein paar Minuten wieder da und sagte na gut ich
mach’s.
Wir gingen zu mir.
Er zog sich aus, er hatte eine tolle Figur und eine glatte völlig haarlose
Haut, die weich wie Samt war.
Er legte sich auf den Bauch und hielt mir den Hintern entgegen.
Los mach schnell forderte er mich auf.
Ich krabbelte hinter ihn, spuckte auf sein rosa Löchlein und bohrte leicht mit
dem Zeigefinger vor.
Es ging ganz leicht und schon steckte mein Finger in ihm.
Ich rieb auch meinen Schwanz gut mit Spucke ein und setzte ihn an.
Floh wollte nach vorn weg aber ich hielt ihn an den Hüften und schon spürte
ich wie meine Eichel den Muskelring aufdrückte. Mit einem Flutsch hatte ich
den äußeren und inneren Muskelring durchstoßen und steckte in ihm. Ich drückte
tiefer rein. Er keuchte und forderte nicht so tief. Aber ich steckte schon bis
zum Anschlag drin. Einige Bewegungen und ich schoss tief in ihm ab.
Ich spritzte Schub auf Schub in seinen Darm. Als ich raus zog, folgte ein
dicker weißer Klecks Sperma und klatschte, nachdem er an seinem Sack herunter
gelaufen war auf mein Laken.
Er presste sein Loch zu und versuchte weiteres Sperma nicht raus zu lassen.
Wie er sich aufrichtete gab es ein furzendes Geräusch und die ganze Ladung
schoss aus ihm heraus in mein Bett. Sperma und Scheiße gemischt, übel!
Ich titulierte ihn als Sau und er entließ noch eine Ladung.
Wir gingen duschen.
Ihm lief das Sperma / Scheißegemisch an den Innenseiten seiner Schenkel herab.
Er stöhnte das ihm der Arsch brennt und schon klackte eine Wurst aus seinem
Loch in die Dusche.
Es war eigentlich niedlich wie er so willenlos kacken musste.
Ich hatte einen totalen Spaß dabei.
Ich drehte ihn rum brachte ihn in gebückte Haltung und pinkelte auf seinen
recht schmutzigen Po.
Los wasch ihn forderte ich und er tat es, er wusch sich den Dreck mit meiner
Pisse ab. Ich kriegte schon wieder einen Ständer. Ich hielt ihn fest, rückte
an sein Loch und machte ihm einen Einlauf mit meiner Pisse.
Floh richtete sich auf und sagte ich kann es nicht halten. Schon ergoss sich
die Ladung und meine Dusche stank wie ein Scheißhaus.
Ich schuf in der ganzen Bude wieder Ordnung, stopfte alles in die
Waschmaschine und reinigte die Dusche und den bekackten Floh.
Ich gab ihm einen Hunderter und sagte ihm das ich was wüsste wo er ein paar
Tausender abgreifen könnte.
Das interessierte ihn aber ich sagte er solle doch in einigen Tagen
wiederkommen, dann erzähle ich es ihm. Er schob ab und ich lüftete meine Bude.
Teil 2: Der SM - Club
2\. Der SM - Club
Floh tauchte schnell wieder auf und brauchte Geld. Ich ging mit ihm in unseren
Club. Meine besten Kumpels hatte ich per Telefon eingeladen.
Es war schnell geschehen und Floh stand nackt zwischen uns.
Wie viel Geld willst du?
Er sagte wie viel kann ich kriegen?
Wir setzten uns an den Tisch und es kamen die Karten.
Pass auf Floh, wir spielen um einen Arschfick mit dir. Floh verlor der Einsatz
waren 50 Euro und Floh wollte erhöhen, er setzte eine Stunde ohne Tabus, es
wurden 200 Euro gegen gesetzt, Floh verlor.
Hätte er gewonnen bräuchte er es nicht tun und kriegte das Geld. Er brauchte
dann auch die vorher verlorenen Runden nicht erfüllen.
Floh verlor.
Er setzte eine Nacht am Pranger für 1000 Euro.
Er fragte nicht was das ist, eine Nacht am Pranger. Er spielte einfach und
gewann.
Frage Geld auszahlen oder weiterspielen, Eine Nacht am Pranger und das Geld
bei Gegengebot 5000 Euro. Er spielte und gewann.
Wieder die Frage, diesmal 10 000 Euro Gebot. Er spielte und gewann.
Wieder die Frage und Gebot 20 000 Euro.
Floh wollte wieder spielen. Er strahlte und konnte die Karten kaum erwarten.
Floh verlor !
Angebot - Nacht am Pranger mit allen erdenklichen Spielen und das Gebot 50 000
Euro
Floh gewann. Das Geld wurde zu Ihm geschoben.
Er wurde gefragt ob er ein Spiel um das 10 fache wagen wolle oder aufhören und
ohne was tun zu müssen mit den 50 000 Euro gehen könnte. Er zögerte nicht, er
wollte spielen.
500 000 Euro gegen seinen Sack.
Er fragte nicht nach wie das gemeint sei sondern wollte spielen und verlor.
Er hatte 50 000 Euro aber seinen Sack verloren.
Schell wurde er gepackt und auf einen Bock gespannt, fest angeschnallt mit
gespreizten Beinen.
Er bekam einen Knebel in den Mund und wartete was geschah.
Er spürte eine leichte Berührung am Sack, dann nichts mehr.
Es durchzuckte ihn wie ein Blitzschlag als der Stiefel seine Hoden
zermatschte. Wieder und wieder wurde zugetreten. Floh brüllte und der Schmerz
ließ ihn in eine Duldungsstarre fallen bis der nächste Stiefel einen
zerschundenen Sack traf. Er erstickte fast an seiner Kotze und diese drang aus
den Nasenlöchern aus. Er spürte wie die zertretenen Reste eines Geschlechts
abgeschnitten wurden und es wurde dunkel um ihn. Er wachte auf der
Intensivstation eines Krankenhauses in einer völlig fremden Stadt auf.
3\. Die Realität
Seinen Schwanz und Sack hatte er verloren, die waren abgetrennt, als er nackt
vor der Notaufnahme aus einem Auto gestoßen wurde. Nach mir wurde lange
gefahndet aber das ist eine andere Geschichte.
Ich wachte schweißgebadet auf.
Hatte mal wieder bis zum Exzess gesoffen und lag verkatert und mit voll
geschissener Hose unter einer Brücke am Fluss.
Schöner Traum und böses erwachen.
Der Unterkiefer tat mir sehr weh, hatte wohl auf die Schnauze bekommen.
Wer war wohl der Floh aus dem Traum?
Ich kriegte einen Schreck und fasste zwischen meine Beine.
War noch alles da, wenn auch recht verschmutzt.
Ich atmete auf, nachdem ich die Kotze die noch im Mund war, ausgespuckt hatte.
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Aaron Carter's Arrest | GAY, TESTICLES, MINOR, CASTRATION | Aaron Carter is in Singapore with his brother Nick doing the last show of a world tour. He is framed for something he did not do and pays the utimate price. | ` `
**Aaron Carter's Arrest
**
**
**
Aaron carter was off on one of his world tours with his brother Nick and The
Backstreet Boys. They had just come from all the major cities in Europe and
now were in the Asian countries. They had appeared in Tokyo, Okinawa, Hong
Kong, and were planning to wrap up their tour in Singapore.
It was the day before Aaron’s birthday which is December 7th. He was going to
become 14 years old at midnight. but for the time being he is a very cute 13
year old blond boy. Everyone thinks he is super sexy and he thinks he is too.
Everyone was tired and happy to do the last show so they could go home. As
usual Aaron opened the show with his act of rap and dancing around on stage.
All the little teenage Asian girls were in love with Aaron and had no idea he
was gay.
He always kept up the false image until he and Nick were alone. Nick is also
gay and was the first one to have sex with Aaron. The brothers were always
going places together and in public sometimes hugging each other. Everyone
thought this is just brotherly love and left it alone.
Aaron and his dancers put on his act for the half hour preceding The
Backstreet Boys show. He bowed to the audience and exited to the left. The
cute blond boy sat quietly watching his sexy older brother perform on stage.
It seemed like the show went on for hours when in fact it was over in one. All
the band members went backstage and started to unwind for the evening. Aaron
and his troop knew what was coming because they had received personal
invitations to the party in Nick’s suite. Nick opened a bottle of good wine
and filled a glass for everyone including his soon to become 14 year old
brother.
After 2 bottles of wine the members of the band and Aaron and his troop got
onto a hotel van and traveled the short distance to the Marriot Hotel. They
checked in and picked up the mail and messages.
Everyone went to Nick’s suite and the party started. After midnight everyone
toasted Aaron’s turning 14. Nick took his young brother in his arms and while
hugging him close gave him a very passionate kiss on his lips. No one was
surprised because they all knew that both brothers are gay.
Aaron’s cock grew hard and pushed the front of his pants to rub against Nick
and his hard cock. The wine was causing the cute teen to become drowsy because
his young body was not used to alcohol.
They continued to drink for two more hours and by this time Aaron was a total
mess. He was barely able to walk or talk as he went to Nick and pulled him
into his arms and thanked him for the great birthday party. Nick had to help
Aaron to his feet and then to the door.
Aaron and his dancers said their good nights and left for their individual
rooms. Aaron had a suite next to Nick so he could be close to his brother.
Aaron went in and quickly stripped off his clothes and took a shower. The
blond 14 year old blond boy had a partially erect penis that bobbed around as
he walked about the room.
The hot shower felt nice on his young hairless body as he soaped up every
part. He stood under the spray letting the water rinse away the sweat he had
developed during his performance on stage.
Aaron turned off the shower and took a towel to dry his wet body. The cute
teen idol put on a blue bath robe that the hotel had personalized for the
Aaron with his name on the front. He walked in an unsteady gait to the wall
length mirror.
Aaron stood there looking at himself in the mirror for a few minutes and
opened the front of the robe. He looked at his body and knew that he was quite
sexy and many girls wanted him. He also knew that men and boys secretly
desired him too.
Aaron went to his bed and fell onto the large soft surface. The blond pop star
took his beautiful 14 year old cock into his hand. He pulled his foreskin back
to expose the shiny cock head inside. A few drops of boyish precum had formed
at the piss slit and he gathered it up to lube his cock shaft.
Using his right hand Aaron stroked his boy meat for several minutes. The blond
teenage boy was moaning as he thought of having sex with Nick. It 15 minutes
before the boy felt the familiar pressure building in his nuts and he knew
what was going to happen too soon.
Aaron did not have time to search for a tissue to collect his cum so he just
let it shoot onto his belly and chest. The blond teen continued to pump for
what seemed like an hour before his nuts had emptied and his cock softened.
When Aaron’s orgasm had died there was a pool of hot boy cum in his belly
button.
With the total pleasure of a hot teen boy orgasm behind him the blond boy feel
into a deep sleep. The boy was flat on his back and dreaming of sex with his
good looking brother.
It was around 4 am when Sue ling using a duplicated key opened the door to
Aaron’s suite. The door opened quietly and a young Asian girl peeked inside.
She surveyed the room for other people and then slipped inside. The door was
latched behind her and she stepped to Aaron’s bed.
This was better than she had planned because the young American blond star was
passed out naked on his bed. Sue Ling took off here clothes and softly crawled
onto the bed next to Aaron. She took her finger and touched the boy cum on his
belly and picked up a string. The girl put the rope of Aaron’s cum to her lips
and sucked it in.
It was sweet and very thick like she had only dreamed it would be. Next she
took a long thin dildo and used it to fuck her pussy. She played with Aaron’s
boy cock as she fucked herself which brought an erection to the unconscious
teenage boy. Soon the attention to his penis brought another round of fresh
hot boy cum which Sue Ling caught in her hand and put it into a cup. Using the
dildo dipped in his sperm she continued to fuck herself.
The first part of her plan to get rich was now done. She was going to frame
Aaron Carter for rape and get him to pay her lots of American money to keep
quiet. Sue Ling picked up the room phone and using a panicked voice she called
the police.
It took only minutes before the room was filled with local police and Aaron
was put into handcuffs. He was not allowed to put on any clothes and was taken
down the hallway almost naked.
_Nick heard all the commotion and came out of his room only to see his little
brother being dragged away by the police. **“What happened and what the fuck
are you doing with my little brother?!”
**_
_“He has raped a young girl in his room and will be taken to jail.” The
officer replied.
_
_ “You cannot do this because I know Aaron would never rape a girl!” Nick
stopped short of telling that he knew Aaron was gay and so was he.
_
__ Aaron was taken to the local jail where he was put into a small room where
many policemen took turns with questions. When he did not answer fast enough
one of them would strike the boy on some part of his young body.
Aaron was still confused because he had gone to sleep alone and when he was so
rudely wakened there was a girl there crying that she had been raped. They
decided to hold the blond American until the Justice could make a decision.
They took a rape kit and recovered sperm from the girl’s vagina and found it
matched the DNA forcibly taken from Aaron’s blood. The case against the blond
teen was building and it was not in his favor.
To Sue Ling’s surprise the doctor injected her with a drug which would cause
her to not conceive any baby. Her plans had just gone out the window and she
was now getting scared.
_Nick went to the American Embassy to talk about their options. “In cases like
this a man or boy is usually caned publicly as the punishment before prison.
However I have no idea what will happen to a non-citizen of their country.”
The ambassador told Nick.
_
_ “What can you do for my brother? He is not capable of that rape and I can
prove it if is required to save him.” Nick told the Ambassador.
_
_ “Let us not be too hasty, we will wait to see what the courts say.” He
replied.
_
__ The trial was set for 3 days from today just to make sure the young
American teen would not have to wait in the local jails too long. He was also
placed in a cell by himself because of his good western looks and blond hair
he was sure to be raped and molested if in with others
Aaron did not like the food that was served. It was pure slop and it almost
made him gag to eat. He decided that since his trial was only 3 days off that
he would not eat anything. One of the guards became irate at the American boy
because he would not eat the local food that he started to beat him.
The days went slowly as the Ambassador tried everything to get the boy
released. Nothing worked even threats from the United States Government in
Washington. They said that if any harm were to come to Aaron Carter while he
was in their charge that all diplomatic relations would be severed and all
trade between the two countries would cease.
The local courts assured them that no harm would come to the boy that would
not come to one of their own if caught in a similar situation. The US
Government supplied a local attorney to represent Aaron on the day of his
trial.
All of the evidence against him was presented and the girl testified that
Aaron in a drunken stupor had grabbed and pulled her to his room. There he
took off his clothes and forcibly stripped off hers. He then proceeded to
throw her on his bed and rape her.
Aaron jumped up and screamed, **_“That is a total lie, and I never had sex
with this girl or raped her!”_**
_Aaron’s attorney calmed the blond American teenager and got him seated again.
“Please do not do that again, it only makes you look guiltier.”
_
_ “Guiltier? Which part of ‘I did not do it’ don’t you understand?” Aaron
told his attorney. “I did not fucking do it you asshole I am gay and do not
like sex with girls, only boys!”
_
_ “Do not tell them that they will only think you are making lies to cover for
your crime.”
_
_ “But I am gay and have always been gay!” Aaron sobbed in fear of what would
happen to him.
_
_ “We might have to use that if all else fails, but it might come back on you
if we do.” he told Aaron.
_
_ The trial lasted only 4 hours before the jury had a verdict, “The American
is guilty as charged.
_
__ Aaron was in total shock as the verdict was read and the judge read the
punishment to the boy.
_”You, Aaron Carter, will receive a public caning of 24 strokes across your
buttocks and then you will be castrated as the girl you violated watches. This
will serve as a reminder to you westerners who come here that we do not allow
you to break our laws and go home without any justice
_
The guards began to look at Aaron’s cute young boy body with lust. They had
never seen anyone with long honey colored hair. There were no people in their
country with blue eyes either. This boy had a certain sex appeal that even
their best looking girls did not have.
They waited 2 day until late the last night before his sentence would be
carried out. The two men opened Aaron’s cell and took the blond teenage singer
to a small room with a bed. They forced him to remove his clothes and made the
teen stand naked before them.
The men had never seen such beauty in a boy before as they looked at his face
and the hairless young body. His long blond hair glistened in the room lights
and made him look like an angel compared to the typical Asian boys. His young
lean body was more like a teenage girl than that of a teenage boy. Aaron had
no hair on any part of his body other than his head.
One of the guards told Aaron to bend over and spread his legs. Aaron did not
understand the order because he does not understand the language of the local
people. The guard took his night stick and hit Aaron’s testicles sending waves
after wave of pain through his teenaged body. His reflexes caused him to
double over in pain and the other guard stood behind the boy and put his hard
uncut cock up to the pink boyish love hole.
He took hold of the young teen boy’s narrow hips and rammed his full length
inside until his balls hit Aaron’s ass cheeks. Aaron screamed in pain at the
sudden intrusion into his body. His brother Nick was always more gentle than
this asshole guard.
As he fucked in and out of Aaron’s hole he reached around to grab the hairless
nut sack. He took it into his fist and squeezed them until the boy started to
cry in horrible pain. His testicles were being turned into mush inside his
sack.
Aaron could not keep from getting a hard on. The feeling of a hard cock
hammering into his boy hole was stimulating an orgasm. The added pain of his
nuts being crushed only added to his sexual pleasures. The boy felt his hot
sperm building inside waiting for release.
Aaron let out a long scream of pleasure as his cock pumped out a hard shot of
boy cum that hit the wall with a loud splat! The boy’s orgasm caused his hole
to tighten on the man’s cock forcing him to fill Aaron’s hot ass with his
Asian sperm. When the two finished their mutual bliss the man withdrew his
softening penis from the cum oozing boy hole.
The next guard threw Aaron onto the bed and kneeled over the boy with his cock
above his cute mouth. He lowered his hips until the head touched Aaron’s lips
and pushed the tip inside. Aaron tried to resist the intrusion into his mouth
but when the man dropped his weight all at once the boy gagged as the long
narrow cock slid down his throat. Aaron took it all until he had man balls
touching his cute nose.
Aaron started to suck slowly in disgust but after a few minutes picked up
speed. The guard moaned in pleasure as he felt the blond American boy use his
mouth like a professional. He knew now that this boy has had sex with men
before and was not a virgin to male/male sex.
The guard decided to try something he had never done and leaned down to
Aaron’s cock and sucked the small teen organ into his hot mouth. Aaron’s cock
grew immediately in reaction to the man’s sucking and it touched the back of
the man’s throat. It seemed all too soon that Aaron felt his nuts working
overtime once again and filling his seminal vesicles with sperm ready to fire
out in hot volleys. Only a young teen boy was able to shoot sperm so many
times within one hour and he was ready now.
With only a whimpering sound Aaron let loose with his hot boy cum and the man
swallowed every last drop of the sweet boy cream. This action of Aaron cumming
caused the man to unload his man sperm straight down the young blond teen’s
throat. Aaron never had to taste the foul liquid of his rapists which was one
blessing. The boy was unhappy that his tail was full of man cum and not Nick’s
hot brotherly sperm.
As the men got Aaron to his feet and dressed again the guards were talking
about what fun the American teenage boy had been. His young sperm is so sweet
and his firm ass is so hot and tight. He has a hot mouth and is a good sucker
too the other guard commented.
Aaron had no idea what the two men were talking about but he was sure it was
about him. He thought this because the men were laughing and looking at him as
they returned him to the cell. Aaron took time to relieve himself first and
then wash his mouth out to get the man cum out of his body. He even put his
finger down his throat to vomit to get the vile liquid out of his stomach.
Aaron did not sleep well that night thinking of what was planned for his
punishment. The young teen idol cried for several hours knowing he was
innocent of the crime but he would have to suffer the worst possible
punishment a male could imagine. He was scared thinking of how his precious
testicles would be removed from his body. He even considered killing himself
by hanging by making a rope from the sheet on the supposed bed.
Morning came all too soon for Aaron as the guard brought the morning meal. As
usual Aaron refused to eat the crud and sat looking at the tray. Soon four
guards came for the boy and he was escorted out of the cell block to the
caning arena.
The arena was filled with many curious locals, the world’s leading news media
and of course Aaron’s big brother Nick. He watched with tears in his eyes as
his baby brother was dragged to the caning stand and made to drop his pants to
his feet. He then had his black bikini shorts pulled to his knees and pushed
over the padded bench. His feet were tied wide to the legs of the stand and
his hands tied in front of him. A pillow was placed on Aaron’s back to protect
him from a stray blow with the cane.
Aaron had remained quiet the whole time because the boy had given up hope for
a miracle. The American Ambassador had threatened all sorts of sanctions to
the government to no avail. The President swore to cut all aid and trade with
Singapore if they carried out this inhumane treatment of one of their citizens
and popular teenage boy stars.
When the hour reached 9 am the guard ordered the caning to begin. The first
blow hit Aaron across his perfect boy ass with a loud clap like thunder. Aaron
screamed as loud as he humanly could in pure pain as the caning continued.
Nick had tears running like rivers down his face as he watched his baby
brother get tortured. The caning lasted only 15 minutes for all 24 lashes to
be delivered to the boy’s red ass cheeks. He was in pure pain and wished to
have someone cut off his buttocks to end it.
Next Aaron was untied from the stocks and taken to a large X frame where he
was stripped naked and his arms and legs were strapped wide apart to the arms
of the X. The young blond teenage boy was totally embarrassed to have his sex
organs exposed for all to see.
Next the accusing girl was brought in and made to sit in a chair next to the X
frame where Aaron was tied. She watched in horror of what her lie had done to
and innocent American boy. All she wanted was to extort some money from a rich
American boy to make herself rich. Now she could not tell the truth because
she would be caned and sent to prison for her lies to the court. And this
would be most serious because of the American Government’s threats to her own
country.
A masked man came up to him and grabbed his hairless nut sack in his left
hand. He felt for the testicles inside and worked them to the bottom of
Aaron’s nut sack. Aaron yelped at the pain of having his testicles tugged
toward the ground. With his other hand the guard reached for a bander that had
a band in place and stretched wide. He worked it over Aaron’s two helpless
testicles and let the band snap off the fingers of the device.
Aaron screamed in pain as he felt the tiny band close over the neck of his
teenage nut sack. The effect was immediate and he felt his testicles start to
starve for life giving blood. He felt his nuts pulse inside with his heartbeat
and although the boy was in pain his cock became very stiff. He had never had
an erection that good in his 14 years of life.
** _“Please stop what you are doing to me! I did not do this crime you accuse
me of!”_** _Aaron shouted to the audience.
_
_Nick stood up and screamed, **“You bastards I am going to never forgive you
and I** **promise that someday you will pay for what you are doing to my
little brother!”
**_
The guard continued with their duties and started to jack on Aaron’s soft boy
cock. Aaron was terrified but that did not stop the teenager from growing a
firm erection. The man’s steady jacking grew in pace until a drop of precum
appeared on the tip of Aaron’s cum slit. Even with the tightening band on his
sack slowly killing his young testicles Aaron drew closer and closer to the
climax he loved.
With a shout of joy and pleasure Aaron’s hot fresh boy cum shot out is tiny
piss slit and flew across the yard for several feet. The blond boy’s body
shook as he fired many rounds of teenage boy sperm onto the ground.
As Aaron blasted the last of his boy cum the man let go of the boy’s penis and
took a very wicked looking sharp curved knife and placed it under the nut sack
below the band. Then with a cruel upward pull the sac and balls inside came
off his young body. The man held Aaron’s lost treasures up for all to see as a
cheer went up from the spectators. As Aaron looked at his nut and sack in the
man’s hand he fired off several more blasts of hot boy cum. He knew this would
be his last and broke down crying loudly.
** _“I did not do anything to this girl and I will not confess to something I
did not do!”_** _Aaron shouted to all the people watching and grinning at his
unmanning.
_
A doctor came over to Aaron before he was released and taking a hot iron
cauterized the ends of the boy’s sperm cords and sack. He injected Aaron with
an antibiotic and a tranquilizer. The boy was then unstrapped and helped back
into his clothes.
He was released into the custody of Nick and the American Ambassador and
allowed to leave for the hotel. Once there they quickly gathered up all their
personal belongings and went to the airport. The rest of the shows company
would travel later but for now Nick wanted to leave this shit hole of a
country and go home with his wounded baby brother.
All the way to the airport Aaron cried softly on Nick’s shoulder and his older
brother hugged him softly. His little brother had just suffered the
unimaginable horror of forced painful castration in front of many strangers
who applauded afterward.
Aaron’s ball sack with his testicles inside it was put into a jar of
preservative and given to the boy to remind him of Singapore. At the airport
the local police met them with an official paper that banned him from ever
returning to their country.
** _“Don’t you assholes fucking worry; I will make sure that no other band or
star ever comes to this shit hole that you call a country!!!_** _Nick screamed
to the official at the top of his lungs.
_
On the flight home Nick sat with Aaron resting his blond head on his shoulder.
He wept openly at the sound of Aaron’s weeping. He knew in his heart that
Aaron was innocent but they could not prove it to save him.
The President of The United States of America held true to his word and
severed all relations with that country and put into effect a trade embargo on
all goods. It did not take long for the little country to begin to suffer and
lose money.
Several months after the public caning of Aaron Carter and his subsequent
castration, Sue Ling’s mother discovered a hotel key in her room. It was a
duplicate of the one she carried as a maid in that very hotel. Sue Ling was
brought in front of her father and mother and questioned. At first she held
onto here story but when shown the key found in her room she lowered her head
and told of her plans to get money from a rich American star.
After a severe beating by her father she was taken before the justice and had
to retell her story. He was furious at the girl and sentenced her to a public
caning for both the crimes of lying to the police and to the court. She was
also to apologize in writing to the boy she had wronged and finally she was
sentenced to 50 years in prison after she was neutered.
The justice also summoned the two guards that were watching Aaron that night.
The rumors of their raping the American boy had got out from the inmates who
heard the boy’s screams of pain and terror they told stories of the both
guards laughter during that time.
Both guards were sentenced and publicly caned then following the caning both
were castrated. Both sacks were opened and their testicles hauled out and
sliced off with dull knives. The guards were then thrown in with the prisoners
they had been so cruel to. Both were found dead by suicide and it was
determined that they had been raped repeatedly.
This would not make up for the pain and suffering bestowed on a visitor to
their country but it would be a good lesson to others. The American Ambassador
was made aware of the injustice to Aaron Carter and given their sincere
apology and wishes to relay that to the teenaged singer. They offered to pay
for any treatments the boy might need in adapting to his wrongful castration.
The American Government decided to not make this information public but
instead to tell only Aaron’s and his immediate family. The Government sent a
representative to talk them into their silence on the matter. It would be
better if a boy’s name is tarnished than that of a country.
This rubbed Nick the wrong way and he release a video tape of the Government
representative trying to buy their silence. Nick wanted his little brother’s
name cleared and this was the way to do it. It aired on every major and minor
network news program in the world. Aaron’s name was now cleared and his
reputation restored although he would never be a whole boy again. He was still
cute and now that the world knew that Aaron was in fact gay his fan club grew
to include boys and men that love him too.
The end.
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Downstairs At The Kinky Fetish Boutique | STRAIGHT, TESTICLES, femdom | Nerdy castration freak gets more than he bargained for. | ` After discovering the mind-blowing turn-on of the "Castratrix Quarterly" at
the local kinky fetish boutique, I went back and checked for new issues very
frequently. Too frequently, especially considering it only came out 4 times a
year. Every time I went in I noticed that they seemed to be adding more and
more castration related merchandise to their stock on display. First it was a
burdizzo, then an elastrator, then an assortment of neuticles, then specimen
jars with bottles of preserving fluid, and so on. It was very fascinating for
me, but at the same time very disturbing. `
Then I began to notice haughty, dominant looking women coming into the shop
accompanied by submissive, self-effacing men and being escorted to a door in
the back of the shop. Once, the shop girl caught me staring at one of these
strange couples as she led them, and she turned and gave me a wicked smile and
a devilish twinkle in her eye. I looked away quickly and felt my cheeks burn
hot with shame and embarassment. Later, as I was getting ready to leave, the
shop girl came over to me and asked me if I was interested in the new items
that they were selling. Then she said, "you know, we're having a special photo
shoot next week and we're looking for models. The photographers from
'Castratrix Quarterly' are coming for a special shoot in celebration of the
grand opening of a new facility we've installed downstairs. Do you think you
might be interested?" I had quickly developed an uncontrollable erection as
soon as she started talking, and I blushed hotly and became very flustered,
but I managed to stammer, "yes, of course, yes, but I don't, I hope we don't,
they don't, I don't want to get too involved, carried away, out of hand, you
know..." The shop girl just smiled sweetly and told me not to worry and that
if I just relaxed then I would probably really enjoy myself. "What kind of
facility is it," I asked, although I already had a strong hunch what the
answer was. "Oh, it's our new submissive male body mods salon," she said
easily. "You yourself must be fully aware of how popular this lifestyle choice
has become, so you see we're simply filling a need."
Next week I showed up at the appointed hour and was quickly ushered downstairs
to the male body mods salon. In a trice I was stripped naked. I looked around
and the room was full of proud haughty statuesque cheerful laughing women. No
other men. I was quickly locked into bondage stocks. Then my genitals were
shaved and handled very familiarly by a confident young woman in a white
medical smock. I soon developed an uncontrollable erection which was
completely exposed to the highly amused women. Continually roving around in
the background was a photographer constantly photographing everything.
One of the women, in a very mocking voice, observes that I seem to be very
aroused and asks me if I'd liked to be milked of my sperm. I tell her that I
would rather not because that would be extremely embarassing for me in front
of all these women. "You mean that you would find it embarassing to be made to
shoot out all of your private male essence in front of all of us women?" "Yes,
yes, that's exactly what I mean," I say as I struggle to escape from the
bondage stocks. The stocks hold me fast, and the women laugh and taunt me as
they take turns slowly manually teasing me and stroking me until I can no
longer hold back and am forced to surrender to my ejaculation in front of all
those women. They clap and laugh and smile and spank me on the butt as they
watch all of my male essence shoot out from my bursting purple cock. I had
never felt so open, so naked and exposed in my life. After the last throbs of
my orgasm subsided I sagged weakly in the stocks, totally drained and
exhausted by the experience. That's when I heard the clink of metal on metal
as a small cart was wheeled up behind me.
"We hope you enjoyed that orgasm, little man," said one of the ladies,
"because now we're going to ask you to give us one more little show for our
photographic shoot." Just then I felt the sting and pinch of a hypodermic
needle being jabbed into my scrotum. I well knew what kind of show they were
referring to and I begged and pleaded with them not to do it to me. One of the
ladies laughed and rubbed by bottom to calm me down and said. "there, there,
just relax and let it happen. After all, it wouldn't be very fair to all of us
here celebrating this grand opening, or to the photographers from 'Castratrix
Quarterly', if we weren't able to actually put this facility to the use for
which it was intended, now would it?" I could feel someone start to cut into
my scrotum and I began to panic even more and to whine and whimper and beg
some more for them to please not to do it to me and to let me go and to find
someone else to do it to. "Just think," the same lady continued, "next month
it will be you on the front cover of 'Castrarix Quarterly'! We won't show your
face, of course, but we will be giving a very prominent view of your cute
little butt and your freshly sewn up little scrotum!" Just then I heard the
woman who was working on me between my legs say, "Ok, that's one. One down and
one to go." I softly moaned, "noooooo, noooooo, please," while all the women
watched and smiled and chatted and laughed as the photographer clicked
steadily away.
Next month I quietly slipped into the boutique to check out the latest
"Castratrix Quarterly". The shop girl spotted me and came over and picked up a
copy from the rack. She looked at the photo of the naked man locked in bondage
stocks on the cover, she looked at his cute butt and freshly sewn up scrotum.
Then she smiled and winked at me and handed me the magazine and said, "go on,
this one's free, it's on the house. Go on and take it home and enjoy
yourself." On the way out I notice a new display behind the check out counter.
It was a specimen jar up on a shelf with a sign saying, "our male body mods
salon first official customer." I sighed as I looked at the two round pinkish
white objects floating in the preserving liquid and then turned and plodded
away.
* * * |
A New System | TESTICLES | Perhaps the prison system is due for an overhaul. | “In closing, I’d like to point out that castration is an emotional issue, much
like capital punishment, and most people inherently opposed to the death
penalty will also be opposed to castration of prisoners. That is quite
understandable, but this proposal is based on many years of scientific
research and it will work, and it will save the State a great deal of money
and will also foster a safer, more civilized society for the vast majority of
all citizens.” I ended my power point presentation and offered to answer any
questions.
“What you propose is absolutely barbaric!” A sloppily dressed older lady was
quick to protest. She was the biggest pain in my ass. She’d burned her bra
back in ’69 during a sit-in at Berkeley protesting something or another, and
now her tits were down to about her cunt. She’d attended four different
California colleges for over eight years on her daddy’s money but never
graduated. She married money, then divorced it and moved to Eastern
Washington. Her current push was to reform the ‘barbaric’ system that sent
children to prison, and to achieve that goal she’d wrangled a position on the
Prison Advisory Council. “It is positively inhuman to forcibly neuter men, not
to mention boys.” Her plan for dealing with eighteen and nineteen year old
rapists and murderers was to bake them a plate of her special brownies and
give them a stern lecture, and if they did re-offend, she wanted special
facilities just for them.
“First of all, no one will be forcibly castrated. It is strictly voluntary and
will only be offered to people that have already been sentenced to Life or
Life Without Parole. Secondly, while there may very well be eighteen and
nineteen year old participants, juveniles are specifically excluded. Until
they turn eighteen they are not subject to sentencing as adults.”
“Still, many eighteen years olds are still virtually children,” she pressed.
“To deny them the opportunity ascend to manhood and marry and reproduce is
reprehensible.” I could have nailed her ass to the floor by pointing out that
her ‘virtual children’ had already raped, maimed, or murdered repeatedly or
they wouldn’t be in prison in the first place, and that their ‘ass-ending’ and
subsequent ‘marriage’ would be with Big Bubba, but instead I fed a little bit
of her logic right back at her.
“Do you know what currently happens to what you call children in prison,
Ma’am? The only reproductive acts in prison are inflicted on weaker prisoners
by older, stronger men and most of your so called children don’t enjoy the
experience.” I didn’t bother telling her that I intentionally pair up the
younger prisoners with cons like Big Bubba, and most will gladly surrender
their balls after a few weeks if offered their freedom.
“But still,” she pressed, “there are such things as human rights.”
“That’s why it’s voluntary,” I answered patiently. “The link between violent
behavior and testosterone is clear. That’s why nearly all of the violent
crimes are committed by men. Remove the testosterone and males become more
placid and docile. Farmers and ranchers have known this for centuries, as did
the colonial slave owners.” I was on a roll now and didn’t pause long enough
for her to start bitching again.
“The offer will be made to these men and the choice will be theirs: Spend the
rest of your life in prison or submit to castration and be released. This
offer is not made to every felon, of course, just those that meet the profiles
of men least likely to re-offend. For that reason they must also complete a
trade school or higher education program that ensures that they will be
employable after their release. This training will only be started after they
agree to participate in the program, and they will not be castrated until they
have completed their training, thus giving them ample opportunity to change
their minds.
“Another thing,” I wanted this out in the open before the bitch or one of the
other doubters brought it up. “I don’t believe in eugenics or the creation of
a so-called master race, but removing these people from the gene pool also has
merit. The Higgins Study clearly proves that violent behavior is inherited,
and denying violent felons the opportunity to pass on their genes is important
in protecting future societies.”
“Then why not simply perform vasectomies and insist on chemical castration as
part of their parole.” The dense bitch still didn’t get the picture.
“Vasectomies are reversible,” I answered, “and chemical castration is not only
an ongoing expense, but can also be reversed. An alternative to life in prison
is not intended to be reversible or negotiable at some future time. Questions
from anyone else?” In other words, shut the fuck up, bitch, and let someone
else talk.
“Just how will the castrations be performed?” One of the other board members
asked. I had anticipated this question, so I was ready with a good answer.
“That will be left up to the surgeon, and it will be his decision to go in
through the scrotum or through the lingual canal, but at any rate the testes
will be physically removed. About the only thing certain will be that the
patient will be thoroughly sedated or anesthetized. This procedure is not
punishment and should not be regarded as such, and everything will be done to
minimize any operative or post-operative pain.” I intentionally left out any
reference to any pre-op procedures, as I had every intention of making sure
that a few of the rapists would never ever forget their castration. My plan
for their pre-op includes a piece of cord and two bricks.
“How would the program be implemented?” Another intelligent question.
“We would start with about fifty of the younger prisoners, the ones that are
least dominant and most likely to suffer abuse within the prison system.” I
hoped that the bitch didn’t pick up on the fact that I had just targeted her
so-called ‘children’. “These would be studied very carefully for five years. A
few newly sentenced prisoners of all ages would also be introduced, and if the
results are satisfactory the program could be extended to existing convicts of
all ages. Within ten years we should see a twenty-eight percent reduction in
prison population, and a savings to the system of over thirty-eight thousand
dollars a year per convict. Any other questions?”
“Thank you very much Dr. Reeves,” the chairman of the Prisons Advisory Council
spoke up. “I think we have all of the information we need to make a decision
on your proposal. We’ll be in touch with you after our closed-door meeting.”
The members rose, and I couldn’t help but notice that most of the men were
visibly excited by my proposal and were concealing erections with
strategically placed hands or attaché cases. They outnumber the bitch and will
out easily sway the vote, and I’ll show my appreciation by allowing them to
participate in the pre-op procedures and offer them front row seats for the
first round of castrations.
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Baby's Husband | GAY, WARNING, BI, TESTICLES | Baby meets Theasia, becoming friends and together they seperate Baby's husband from his testicles. This completes a long time fantasy of Baby and her husband, although husband was to have second thoughts about losing his nuts. Both wife Baby and Theasia find it sexually stimulating to castrate a man This is for adult intertainment only. In no way is this suggested or recommened you do. Play it safe. | ` Baby’s Husband
Her husband had always called her Baby. She
liked that nickname and Baby and Ronald had
a good marriage and an even better sex life. As
with most marriages over time however things
seemed to get boring and both Baby and Ronald
started to think up kinky things to do to put some
new spark into their now dull married sex life.
Baby started working as a cocktail waitress at a
local bar and Ronald started spending a lot of time
on his computer seeking female or male sexual
contact admittedly mostly just email stuff.
Both became exposed to new ideas in sex that
secretly excited them both and soon they were
having more sex but with a kinky twist. Baby
ordered a strap on dildo and she used it on Ronnie
from time to time. Ronnie couldn’t take all of
Baby’s strap on cock but Baby put almost half
up Ronald’s ass last night. Baby found she would
have an orgasm every time she would fuck her
husband in the ass. Part of it she thought was to
watch Ronnie moan and squirm when Baby put
the plastic cock in his ass. Also the pressure of
the strap on dildo rubbed Baby’s clit and that was
really nice.
Baby would tie her husband to the bed
laying on his back, legs pulled up and apart and
tied secure so Baby could do anything she wanted
to do to Ronnie. She really liked to make him
squirm like when she got her dildo in his ass then
she would grab his testicles and squeeze them
making him yelp. Yelp she would say as she pushed
the dildo into his ass as she squeezed one of his
nuts. Yelp Ronnie did. Baby would tell Ronnie to
bark, bark like a little doggie while mama rides your
ass. Soon Baby really got into dominating her husband
Ronald and had thoughts of neutering him. Baby
told Ronald that she should castrate him as she
fucked his ass and squeezed his nut. To her surprise
Ronnie cum immediately when she said she would
castrate him. You like that don’t you Ronnie? You
want me to castrate you don’t you? Funny, hubby
would always cum. This turned Baby on something
terrible. Baby would even masturbate in the bathroom
sometimes thinking of castrating her husband now
that she knew he had a secret desire to be nutted.
One evening at the bar Baby met a very attractive young
lady named Theasia. Theasia was single and took a liking
to Baby almost at first glance. Theasia ordered a martini
and she and Baby got in a conversation as at the moment
Theasia was the only one at that end of the bar and so a
private conversation developed. Theasia confided in Baby
that she had a very lucrative specialty business the she
worked at primarily on weekends and occasionally an
evening now and then. Baby was fascinated that Theasia
was a female cutter and her specialty was separating men
from the things that hung between their legs and made
their cock hard. Theasia was happy and pleased to find out
that Baby would fuck her husband in the ass and that her
husband Ronnie had a desire to be castrated.
Theasia explained to Baby that this phenomenon was not rare at
all and in fact was quite common. Lot’s of men had that
desire to be nutted she explained. Baby and Theasia became
close friends and Baby loved going down on Theasia and
getting her off to a mind blowing orgasm. Theasia even
enjoyed for Baby to use her dildo on her, the one she also
used on her husband Ronald. As time progressed Baby
and Theasia decided it was time to give Ronnie his secret
wish and so on this early Saturday morning after the bar
closed Baby was home and had Ronnie tied securely.
The door bell rang and Theasia came in with her satchel.
Baby took Theasia to the bedroom and introduced her to
Ronnie. Ronnie this is my friend Theasia I told you all
about and she is here to fulfill one of our fantasies we
have had many times. Baby strapped on her dildo and
put lube on the shaft. Theasia opened her satchel and
laid out a few items on a tv tray along with a empty
peanut butter jar she also set on the tray. No anesthetic
until after he is nutted Baby told Theasia. Theasia’s hand
went between her legs and she fingered her clit. This
always makes me hot she said. Baby sucked on Theasia’s
titties and kissed her on the lips. We better gag Ronnie.
I just can’t stand loud noises said Theasia and he will
most likely scream, all of them do when they start to
actually get nutted if they aren’t gagged. Since this is
a surprise and unexpected to Ronnie he is complaining
bitterly and starts to yell at Baby to let him loose.
Shush she says as Theasia makes a fist and hits
Ronnie hard in the balls. Theasia ties a gag in Ronnie’s
mouth. That will quiet him now she says. Baby leans
over and gives her husband a kiss on the cheek. Honey
this will be fun for me and both Theasia and I need to
have a good orgasm. You will be a very important part
of that. That should make you feel good. Babe gets on the
bed between Ronnie’s legs and inserts her dildo that is well
lubed into her husbands anus. She strokes his ass good.
Tonight you get all of it Ron, every little inch all the way
up this tight ass, she works it, she takes one of Ronnie’s
nuts and squeezes it. Yelp she says, Ron moans. Theasia
comes over with scalpel in hand. I watch Theasia, she is
an expert cutter. She takes hold of Ron’s sack and makes
a neat incision on each side of his bag, enough to squeeze
Ron’s nut out of his scrotum. She ties his cords in two
places and then cuts the testicle free, dropping the nut
into the handy peanut butter jar on the tv tray. Ron is
trying to yell, sweating, face red and pulling against his
restraints to no avail. One nut done Theasia says. One
to go. Theasia removed the right testicle first and now
she does the same procedure with the left one. The left
nut was the one that hung down the lowest on Ron. Plop
as it too was dropped into the peanut butter jar. Theasia
always does such a good job of suturing up those empty
nut sacks on the men she castrates. A real professional.
Ron has nearly passed out from his short ordeal and so
now Theasia gives him a pain block around his recent
operation. Theasia explained to Baby how much she
appreciated her not wanting to give Ron a pain killer
when he was nutted. It is much more sexually stimulating
to let them feel it all otherwise they would miss out
on the full experience.
Baby cleaned off her dildo and when Theasia finished
suturing up Ronnie she sat the chair and spread her legs,
Baby kneeled down and licked Theasia well flicking
her tongue on Theasia’s clit until she exploded then
Baby inserted the dildo into Theasia and they both had
a powerful orgasm together. Ron drifted into sleep.
Theasia gave the peanut butter jar to Baby and Baby
put it in the freezer. She laughed that she now had
Ronnie’s nuts on ice. It is always a nice memento said
Theasia. I have a big collection from my cuttings.
Theasia explained that she had one client that saved
her husbands balls and about a year later cooked them
in a batch of spaghetti for her and her husband. She
wanted to make sure he ate some of his own meatballs
she said, laughing.
Theasia leaned over and gave Baby a kiss. Gotta run,
see ya later, give me a call and let me know how Ron
recovers. Give him my love. Baby kissed Theasia and
thanked her. Bye honey, rub it for me tonight.
This is a fantasy story only and in no way recommended
anyone try this. It is strictly for adult sexual stimulation
only. Adults only.
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` |
Once bitten twice shy | STRAIGHT, PENECTOMY, TESTICLES | A young man gets his girlfriend to bite off his cock but changes his mind too late and looses his manhood and leaving her with a love of castration. | John looked into his girlfriend Jane’s eyes and smiled as he asked
her to put his cock in her mouth and suck it. “Ok, but I’m not like
other girls I don’t use my teeth when I suck a man’s penis” replied
Jane. She then moved down his body and slid her mouth over the head
of his cock as she slipped it deep into her mouth.
After about five minutes of having his cock sucked by Jane, he
said, “I’ve just seen a really sexy video where a girl tied a man’s
hands behind his back and bit off his cock.” Jane stopped sucking
his cock looked at him with interest and asked him to her more
about the video. Jane could feel her pussy get very wet and start
to pulsate and a very string feeling of sexual excitement which
spread from her groin through out all of her body. She felt her
chest and face start to glow hot and flushed as she heard about the
girl in the video biting off a man’s cock and then eat it raw.
Taking hold of John’s cock as she imaged the sexy scene of the
girl’s teeth cutting through the man’s cock.
As she put her fingers round his shaft the she was surprised to
feel that his cock had become harder as he told her about the
video. She smiled and asked him “Would you like me to bite all the
way through your cock like that girl in the video?” She could see
the excitement explode through his body at the thought of it being
done to him by Jane. He went silent and just nodded and said “Yes,
I would love you take my cock into your mouth and bite right
through it.” She laughed and asked him “You really want me to bite
off your cock?” He just nodded. Jane felt as though she would faint
with excitement as her cunt open wider and wider and flooded hot
juices down her thighs as she realised that he really wanted her to
destroy his manhood with her feminine teeth.
She asked him once more if he was serious and when he said he was
she laughed sadistically at him and an evil look of cruel pleasure
filled her eyes as she stared into his eyes. She positioned herself
so that she lay between his legs and could take his cock into her
mouth and watch for signs of panic and pain in his face. Taking his
cock into her mouth, she started to suck gently on it teasing him
with her teeth. It didn’t take long to make him respond to her as
he started to groan in pleasure. She watched him with growing
sadistic pleasure and carried on sucking. She felt powerful
wonderful contraction of sexual pleasure run through her pussy when
she heard him groan “Do it now bite it off Jane. Please bite off my
cock with your lovely teeth.”
Jane became so excited and turned on that she thought that she
would orgasm and faint with the pleasure she was feeling before she
got to bite his cock off. Acting before he changed his mind she
moved her teeth so that they were placed round the shaft of his
cock and applied a little bit of pressure. “Yes do it to me Jane
bite right through it.” Slowly, she started to bite onto his cock
with her teeth slowly biting harder and harder. As her teeth broke
the skin on his cock and blood started to pump into her mouth, she
had the sudden urge to play with her clitoris and to bite even
harder. Jane started to bite even harder pushing her teeth through
the skin of his cock and into the meat. Until this point, he had
been pushing his cock further into her mouth and panting
encouragement to her to bite off his cock and eat it.
Then his cries changed as she bite harder she saw his face change
as she changed his mind and started to beg her to stop. John
started to move her head away from his cock and cried in pain as he
realised what he had begged her to do to him. Rather than making
her stop biting through his cock, his begging her to stop increased
her feelings of sexual excitement to the point of ecstasy.
John became frantic as he tried to prise her mouth off his cock and
save his manhood and begged her to stop. Jane pushed her mouth
harder into his groin and bite harder and as she did, she rocked
her head from side to side as she sliced her sharp teeth through
his cock. The taste of blood, human flesh, coupled with the
feelings of John trying to fight her off him was making her more
sexually excited than he had ever been before in her life. As she
finally forced her teeth through her boyfriend’s cock she
frantically rubbed her clit into the most wonderful and powerful
orgasm she had ever had with a cock. Taking his cock in her right
hand she knelt in front of him, grabbed him by his balls, placed
them under he knees, and started to crush then with her weight. As
she crushed his balls, she punched him hard in his face with her
right fist orgasming again as his balls went flat under her weight.
Jane then slipped his severed cock into her mouth and started to
chew it into pieces as she played with her clitoris as he bled. She
rubbed her clit as he finally lost consciousness. Jane was now
hooked and sat imaging just how she could get to feel the sexual
and spiritual joy of ripping a man’s cock off his puny body with
her powerful and sharp feminine teeth. |
Scott's Castration / Burdizzo | NULLIFICATION | This is the real story of how I used a burdizzo on myself to get rid of my left ball. | Scotts Castration
Done 07-16-06
This is a little background information on me. I would love to be a very
feminine boy. I would like to be mistaken for a girl sometimes. I love to wear
girls’ panties and I have both my ears pierced. My boyfriend goes along with
what I like, after all we have been together for 9 years. Together we have an
open relation ship and it works for us. From the early years of my childhood I
have always been fascinated with putting rubber bands around my penis or tying
my balls with a shoe lace anything to cause a little pain. I started trying to
put stuff down the shaft of my penis at about 11years old. At fourteen I cut
my piss slit open with a pair of scissors so that I could get bigger stuff
down the opening. This was my first body modification. From this point on my
fascination grew to castration. I bought a bander from a local farm supply
store and started banding my balls for an hour at a time. This gave me such a
rush knowing that I was trying to castrate myself. I never could go more then
an hour it hurt too much. I have seen on BME where this guy banded his dick
four 13 hours and it shrank from 7 inches down to 4 inches. This gave me the
idea of shrinking my dick. I would love to have a 2-inch penis when hard. I
have looked at other pictures on BME and love the guys that are castrated. I
feel this would be cool because I wouldn’t have male hormones running though
my body anymore. I would loose some of my body hair, and I wouldn’t have my
balls hanging out the sides of my panties. After much research on many
different sites I started to play around with trying to castrate myself for
real. This is my experience from the begaining.
Like I said before my first devise that I bought was a bander. I purchased
this from a farm supplier. I would band my balls for about an hour all the
time keeping ice on them. Once I cum from playing with myself I would cut the
band off. This hurt bad and once the ice wore off they would ache bad. I read
many stories on BME and found that banding was bad. It could lead to blood
clots. I found that using a burdizzo was the safest way and even the doctors’
say there is less trauma then cutting into the sack and removing the balls.
I ordered a burdizzo from Ebay and wanted to castrate myself before I
graduated college from UNLV. I used to work out in the gym at college. I would
shower and change in front of all the boys. I would fantasize about being a
Eunuch and having a tattoo across my lower back that said this. I understand
that I would probably have very few hard-ons after being castrated. I would
just have to service the boys and be willing to bend over like a true Eunuch
should. I found that trying to clamp the burdizzo on my ball cord was very
painful. I did more research and decided that I would try alcohol injections.
I went back to BME and ordered some needles.
I started by playing with just injecting my right ball with a grain alcohol. I
read on BME that this would shrink your ball. This worked on the ball that I
tried it on. I injected my right ball with three cc’s of alcohol. I did this
every month for three months. The right ball shrunk to half the size of the
left nut. A short time after injecting the grain alcohol in the nut it felt
like some one kicked you in that nut. I still could not use the burdizzo it
was too painful. I ordered a bottle of xylocaine from BME and found that I
could inject the ball and then smash them and do some very wild torture to
them. I also found out that they hurt like hell after the local is gone.
I love to wear girl’s panties and love the look of being nice and smooth in
the front. I still wear men’s underwear sometimes but I have a fantasy that my
boyfriend makes me wear just girls’ underwear. I fantasy that my boyfriend and
I are in a store looking at underwear and he says to me what are you doing in
the boys section, get over to the girls section and pick you out some lacy
panties. I even wear my panties in the boys’ locker room. Even the thongs,
these are not the lacy kind, and the boys don’t know the difference. I do
paint my toenails pastel colors and hope the boys notice this. No one has ever
said anything to me.
It was Wednesday when I banded my dick for one hour and twenty minutes and cut
the band off. I wanted to shrink my dick as small as possible. My penis seems
to be getting smaller ever time I band it. It is now Sunday four days later
and I can get hard but I don’t have enough feeling in my penis to cum and I
have tried. My boyfriend left me alone so he could go have some fun with a
friend of his. I was alone and feeling horny but I new I couldn’t cum, so I
thought about using my burdizzo at last. I had read stories about how some
numb the sac and then use the burdizzo and I felt this was the way to go. I
was going to use the local that I had bought from BME to numb my balls and
sack.
I started finding some very good pictures on the internet of really hot naked
boys. While looking at these pictures I kept thinking that I would no longer
be a boy. I should be willing to service all boys and learn to swallow their
cum. I chose to start with the left nut because it was huge. The right was
half the size from injecting it with grain alcohol. I started by injecting
three CCs of local into the left nut to numb it. I pushed the needle though my
ball sack it stung a little but was not to bad. I then felt for the ball and
tried to push the needle into it. It was very difficult at first and then I
felt it give way and push into the middle of the nut. I then thought this is
it I am on my way to becoming a Eunuch. I was on such a high thinking no more
being a boy and have nuts. I looked at the pictures on my computer of the
naked guys knowing that I will from now on have to service them. I pushed the
plunger of the needle down slowly so I could feel the nut expand and get
really hard with the three CCs of the local. With the left ball injected I
waited for it to take effect. I tried to put the burdizzo on the cord to the
left ball after a few moments. I still felt too much pain in the sack to close
the jaws and take my left ball. I came up with the idea of injecting my sack
with the local. With one CCs in three different places on the side of the sac.
I put the burdizzo in place to clamp my left nut and pressed down on it but it
still hurt badly. The reason for this was because it was pinching the other
side of my sac. I then took it back off and numbed the right side with a local
and in the middle of the sac.
I brought up some pictures of guys on the internet and thought how cool it
would be to be nut less After a few minutes I put the burdizzo back over the
left nut and started to close the clamp, all the time thinking how nice it
will be not to have my left nut. The burdizzo closed very easy it was so cool
to hear the pop of the cord under the jaws and the snap that the burddizo made
when closing shut. I could not believe that I had finally did it I counted to
one hundred and took it off, but before I did I felt for the cord and I
thought the cord got squeezed out the side so I repositioned the burdizzo and
shut it again. I did this twice and didn’t really feel anything. I loved the
sound of the burdizzo clamping shut. I knew that I was on my way to becoming
more of a girly boy. I felt that I couldn’t wait to show off my nut-less
package in the showers at college.
All the pictures on BME show the burdizzo being used horizontally on the cord
of the nut. I had closed the burdizzo vertical on my nut instead of
horizontal. I felt this would isolate the nut better and would have a better
chance of killing the nut. After the second time I could not feel anything and
was bleeding badly from the cuts into the sack. I knew that I got the cord
this time. I then cleaned my self up and used super glue to close my cuts,
which were so big that I could see into my sac. I then started thinking that
really it was only once that that I had clamped myself. I did not want this
ball to survive so after everything was closed up and cleaned up. I felt for
the cord and used the burdizzo horizontally for a third time. It was easy; I
loved the crunch sound that the cord made and the sound of the burdizzo
snapping shut. I still did not feel anything, so I left the clamp in place and
took pictures of it shut on my cord. I left it on for a few minutes after the
pictures and then took it off and it didn’t bleed hardly at all. I still
couldn’t believe that I had only one nut now. I was on such a high from this
clamping, and loved the fact that I was looking at pictures of males and
saying to myself that I will no longer be one of them. I was going to have to
service the guys from now on.
I was so happy I thought I should do the other nut and be done with it, but I
had some bad cuts and did not want anymore to deal with. I cleaned my self up
and the burdizzo and put everything away. I then poured my self a bath and sat
in the tub to clean myself up good. I knew that I would have to go to college
the next day so I went out and bought some tampons so if I bleed it will not
show though my underwear. Even sitting here typing this I cant believe that I
only have one nut now. It has been three hours and I still do not have any
pain at all. After I heal I will do the other nut and be the nut-less boy that
I have always wanted to be. Even into the evening I never really experienced
pain from the clamping. My nut swelled up huge but never hurt at all. I guess
that my dream will come true of being nut-less before I leave college.
This is an update on my story. It has been about a year since I clamped my
left ball. I had a lot of trouble with the bleeding and the open wounds on my
sack. I had to take baths and clean the wounds up. I would use super glue to
close the cuts. I kept having to stuff tampons into my underwear because the
wounds would break open from time to time. I had no feeling in that ball and
knew that it was dead. I don’t know if I experienced hot flashes because I
would just start sweating bad. This could have been due in part to me living
in Las Vegas. I didn’t know if my other ball still worked after the injections
of alcohol or not. It took about six months before everything was looking
good. My boyfriend was not too happy with how I did this. It was a lot of
trauma to my ball sack. My boyfriend also didn’t like the look of having one
ball and doesn’t really want to play around anymore. I seamed to have gained a
few pounds and am not happy about this. I did have my hormone level checked
before I left college. I just went to the college doctor’s office, I told them
that I wanted this done and they wanted to know why? I said that I wanted to
start taking girl hormones and wanted to know my levels now. I told them that
I was working with a doctor in town and before I started anything I wanted to
know where I sat. They did the test for me. Because I graduated in December of
2006 I never got retested for my hormone levels. When I castrated my left ball
I only had about six months left in college. I never got to show off in the
showers at school before I graduated from UNLV. I started working right before
leaving school, so work was my focus for the past year. I still have the right
ball. My left ball has shrunk up to a small flat shape. I can squeeze it as
hard as I want and it doesn’t hurt. I do this all the time while I jack off.
My boyfriend and I have talked about this and he is just upset with how it was
done and the trauma that I went through. We still love each other and always
will but I mostly service him now. I still play with myself a lot. So my other
ball must be working. I need to be more set in my job before I think about
doing the other nut. I want health insurance to take care of hormones if I
need them. I would love to try girl hormones for some time and see if I like
the changes. I would love to have small boobs. I want them small so I could
still hide them. It is important to me to still look like a guy if I want. I
do love to change in the boys’ locker room. I just want to be more famine. I
guess I better get use to servicing all the guys and not to expect anything in
return. It is a turn off to many guys that I only have one nut or that I will
be castrated. My hardons will be few and far between after I am completely
done. I still want my dick to shrink to a very small size like two inches
hard. This will make me feel less like a boy. Then in the showers with the
other boys they will notice no balls and a very small penis making me more or
less a girl. I want boys to show me their balls and cock and say see this, I
am a boy you are a girl now so get down on your knees and suck my cock. Then
they can turn me around and fuck me bare back.
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Neutersol - What You Need to Know | TESTICLES, MINOR | A fictional overview, revised from an earlier text, about the drug 'Neutersol'. Thanks to the originating author for the text and permission to repost it! | ` **NEUTERSOLô PEDIATRIC** `
Congratulations on your purchase of Neutersolô Pediatric, the safe, painless,
and inexpensive way to perform home castration of boys from one year of age to
the beginning of puberty. Neutersolô Pediatric has been fully approved by the
Federal Drug Administration for non-prescription sale to perform home
neutering. It is a safe, inexpensive alternative to bilateral orchiectomy by a
physician either at his office or in a hospital. No special care is required
after the neutering is complete, and, unlike surgical castration, there should
be no pain and only minimal discomfort. The boy may resume his normal
activities immediately following the procedure.
The active ingredient found in Neutersolô Pediatric has been used successfully
for many years by orphanages and other institutions in countries around the
world for the routine castration of young boys. The active ingredient was
first developed and tested for veterinary use over 30 years ago and it has
been successfully used to neuter dogs, cats, and other animals for many years.
Human trials began nearly 20 years ago and the drug has been proven completely
safe when used as directed.
The only side effect noted to date for Neutersolô Pediatric (or for the
Neutersolô Adult version) has been a slight tenderness of the testicles for a
day or two after treatment in about five percent of boys or men. Testicles
first turn soft and then completely disappear within two to four weeks,
depending on their size at the time of treatment. Since chemical castration is
painless, leaves no scars, and the testicles dissolve gradually, boys who are
neutered at a very young age may not even realize that they have been
castrated until they are older and someone points out that they have no
testicles. They will have no memory of ever having had testicles and will not
remember the very minor procedure where they were neutered.
If all of their close friends are also eunuchs, so that they donít discover
testicles when they play together or spend the night together on sleepovers,
young boys may not realize that they have been neutered for some time.
Possibly not until they are invited to a party to celebrate the neutering of
one of their friends or even, in rare cases, until they are 12 or 13 years of
age and ask questions about what is happening to some of their classmates as
they enter puberty.
Older boys may request that their friends be present either to observe or to
aid in performing their castration. If your boy knows that he is to be
neutered, you may want to ask him if he would like to invite some of his
friends to celebrate the occasion. You may even want to plan a neutering
party, a festive occasion where several friends may be castrated at the same
time, while surrounded by more friends. Our web site has suggestions for
decorations and games for neutering parties for boys of all ages from five or
six through early teen.
**[NOTE:** _Be certain to read the warning below on boys who have entered
puberty. You will need to make certain that you have the right size package of
Neutersolô Pediatric or Neutersolô Adult for each boy who is to be castrated
during the party.]_
Neutering may be effectively accomplished at any age from infancy through
adulthood. There are advantages and disadvantages in choosing any particular
age. You will need to determine the optimum age for your own boy, as it is in
many ways a personal choice that parents must decide upon for the benefit of
their child.
Castration performed before puberty with Neutersolô Pediatric, or performed
very soon after the beginning of puberty with Neutersolô Adult, will result in
obtaining the maximum health benefits and maximum extension of life
expectancy. It will also help in the maintenance of a youthful appearance. If
the neutering takes place well before the beginning of puberty, it may result
in retention of a soprano voice if the boy decides against beginning a small
maintenance dose of Androgelô once he reaches the age of fourteen or fifteen.
The major disadvantage of neutering a boy before puberty would be greater
difficulty in gaining strength and muscle mass should he not use Androgelô.
Unless there is a strong reason for wishing the boy to become fertile and to
bank sperm for future use before he is neutered, most people now believe that
the ideal time for castration is between ten and twelve years of age if full
health benefits are to be enjoyed.
If you are undecided about the ideal age at which to castrate your boy, you
should talk with his pediatrician and/or his school nurse. There are also many
publications available that discuss the relative advantages and disadvantages
of castration at various ages. Within recent years, the topic has been
frequently written about in popular magazines as well as in scholarly journals
and any recent book on infant and childcare or on family health will discuss
the issue.
For those parents who feel it important that their son bank sperm before he is
neutered, the average age for castration is fifteen or sixteen. Rarely is it
necessary to wait until a boy is as old as seventeen before castrating him and
sometimes a proper sample can be obtained from a fourteen year-old boy.
Neutering a boy after the beginning of puberty with Neutersolô Adult will
result in greater muscle mass, a deeper voice, and a rougher, more angular
appearance to his features. A small maintenance dose of Androgelô is highly
recommended for any boy castrated after the beginning of puberty. This will
help him to maintain his existing muscle strength and to avoid any possibility
of later osteoporosis. A coupon for a free trial sample of Androgelô is
included with every package of Neutersolô Adult. The recommended dose is a
small fraction of the amount that is normally produced by intact testicles and
this greatly reduced testosterone provides the maximum heath benefit of early
neutering.
Of course, any young man whose parents have neglected to have him castrated
either before puberty or as soon as he is able to deposit viable sperm, may
decide on his own to be neutered any time after his eighteenth birthday. We
find that most young men whose parents neglect neutering them when they are
younger arrange for the procedure either on their eighteenth birthday or very
soon after. Though some elect surgical castration, Neutersolô Adult has become
the method of choice for most. Castration with Neutersolô Adult can be
performed simply and inexpensively with assistance from one of the young manís
friends. Frequently it is planned as the focal point of a date with his
girlfriend. While certainly possible, performing the procedure on yourself is
not recommended.
Some men who were not neutered at an earlier age decide on the procedure as
late as their forties or fifties, although the health benefits are much
smaller at such a late age.
WARNING:
Before using Neutersolô Pediatric on any boy after his eleventh birthday, you
should consult a doctor or have him checked by his school nurse to make
certain that he has not yet entered puberty. Once puberty has begun, most
commonly not until the twelfth or even thirteenth year, Neutersolô Adult
should be used instead. Their larger size and the increased hormone levels
within the testicles require a different formulation for them to wither and
dissolve rapidly. Use of Neutersolô Pediatric on testicles that have entered
puberty will usually provide for a full castration, but it will be slower and
much less effective than with the use of the Neutersolô Adult formula. They
may even require a second injection with Neutersolô before they will
completely disolve. Please read the information at the bottom of this sheet
before purchasing Neutersolô Adult for any home castration. It provides
essential information about selecting the appropriate size home castration kit
for your needs.
**INSTRUCTIONS FOR USE:**
Neutersolô Pediatric is simple and easy to use. It requires less than 30
minutes to neuter a young boy, including all preparation time. The procedure
may easily be performed by any adult, with no prior training required. Please
read the instructions through completely and make certain that you understand
them thoroughly before beginning the castration.
1). The castration should, ideally, take place in a very warm room. 85∞ to 95∞
will provide the best results. If a cooler room is used, an electric hot pad
may be used, if necessary, to properly relax the scrotum (the skin sac holding
the testicles). The boy to be neutered should be undressed, at least from the
waist down, and placed on a bed or table with his legs dangling over the edge.
A boy still young enough to be wearing diapers may be castrated on his
changing table as part of a regular diaper change. It is usually easiest for
you to stand between the boyís legs to perform the castration. For younger
boys and infants, it may be helpful to have another adult present to hold the
boy steady as you neuter him. You will probably require no assistance to
castrate a boy who is at least five or six years of age, especially if the cas
tration is performed during a neutering party with friends and relatives
present to help the boy celebrate the event.
2). If the room is cool and the boyís scrotum is holding the two testicles too
tightly against his body for you to be able to grasp them easily, an electric
hot pad may be draped over the lower body for a few minutes to relax and
loosen the scrotum. You should be able to put your index finger and thumb
around both the penis and the base of the scrotum and stretch the skin tightly
over the two testicles so that they can be held steady as you work.
3). Once the boy is properly positioned and ready to be castrated, tear open
the plastic safety wrapping and place the enclosed plastic tray with the two
Neutersolô Pediatric syringes where you can reach them easily while you
perform the castration.
4). Grasp the boyís entire set of genitals, penis, scrotum and testicles, with
the thumb and forefinger of one hand and stretch them so that the skin is
tight over the testicles and that you can hold them steady as you work. That
way you can easily stick the needles through the skin of the scrotum into each
of the testicles.
5). Take one of the syringes with your other hand and, holding the barrel
between your thumb and fingers, push the needle full length into the center of
one of the testicles. The needle should be pushed in as far as possible in one
smooth movement. There will be far less discomfort if you insert the needle
quickly and smoothly than if you try to do it more slowly. The needle is the
right length to put the Neutersolô Pediatric formula near the center of the
testicle, which will result in its dissolving more quickly than if it is
injected far off center.
6). Depress the plunger on the syringe to inject its entire contents into the
center of the testicle. Remove the needle. Do not worry if the needle does not
penetrate exactly to the center of the testicle. So long as all of the
Neutersolô is injected within the testicle itself, the castration will be
complete.
7). Using the remaining syringe, repeat steps 5 and 6 with the other testicle.
8). **OPTIONAL:** Briefly massage the scrotum and testicles. This helps both
to minimize any discomfort from the needle pricks and to speed the process of
dissolution of the testicles.
9). Replace the two syringes in the plastic tray and slide them into the box
for easy and safe disposal.
10). Congratulations, your home castration is now complete and the boy may
dress and return to any normal activities. You should check the progress of
the castration in two or three weeks by massaging the testicles. They should
feel soft and mushy and have no pain sensations. Depending on their size, they
will completely dissolve and disappear in one to two months. Should either
testicle remain firm and sense pain after two weeks, you can either repeat the
chemical castration with Neutersolô Pediatric or ask your physician to perform
a surgical castration of the boy. Properly injected, Neutersolô Pediatric has
a failure rate of less than one boy per thousand.
**Selecting the proper size NEUTERSOLô ADULT for home use**
Once a boy enters puberty, both the size and the hormonal content of his
testicles changes. After puberty begins, you will have better and faster
results if you use Neutersolô Adult formula. To neuter any boy after his
eleventh birthday, you should first have him examined by a physician or school
nurse to determine if he has begun puberty. If he has entered puberty (or for
adult castrations), please read the section below to help you choose the
proper size Neutersolô Adult home castration kit for your use.
If you are planning a neutering party where more than one of the participants
is to be castrated, be certain that every boy who is scheduled to be neutered
is examined before purchasing the Neutersolô which you plan to use. You may
wish to consider a Neutersolô Party-Pak for the celebration. Party-Paks are
designed for three castrations and are priced equal to two single packages.
The Party-Paks are available both for Neutersolô Pediatric and for Neutersolô
Adult in Youth Size.
Neutersolô Adult comes in three sizes to properly provide castration for
testicles of different sizes. They differ both in the length of the needle to
reach the center of the testicle and the amount of Neutersolô Adult in the
syringe. Each is designed to optimally dissolve a range of testicle sizes. If
you are uncertain of the size of the testicles of the older boy or adult male
whom you wish to castrate, you can purchase an inexpensive Testimeterô at any
drug store that carries Neutersolô.
The Testimeterô consists of a soft plastic rod with several testicle-shaped
beads molded on it. These can be compared to the size of the testicles which
you want to remove in order to determine whether you need to purchase the
Youth, Regular, or Large size Neutersolô Adult home castration kit. Many boys
who hope that they will eventually be neutered purchase a Testimeterô for
their own use. That way they can easily follow their own progress of testicle
growth in preparation for the time that their testicles will be either
surgically removed through bilateral orchiectomy or injected with Neutersolô.
They know that viable sperm is seldom produced before testicles reach 12 cc
although sometimes there is not viable sperm until they have reached 15 cc.
These boys know that they can begin asking for viability testing once their
own testicles have reached 12 cc. Given the choice, most boys prefer
Neutersolô to surgical castration once they have made their sperm deposits and
are ready to be neutered.
The plastic testicles on the Testimeterô are 3, 5, 8. 12, 15, 20, and 25 cc.
in size. The Youth size kit of Neutersolô Adult may be used to dissolve
testicles from 4 cc up to 15 cc in size and is most frequently used to
castrate boys from about 12 to 15 years of age. The Regular kit is for
testicles from 12 to 25 cc and may be used for most adults and for some boys
as young as 13 or 14 whose testicles grow faster than normal. The Large kit is
suitable for testicles over 20 cc and is necessary for testicles over 25 cc in
size. The overlapping sizes allow both for less needed accuracy in measurement
and for the slightly different sizes of the two testicles on a normal male.
Boys usually begin puberty with testicles that are 3 to 4 cc in size and their
testicles usually reach 15 cc by about the age of 14 or 15 years. Any testicle
that has reached 5 cc in size (the second bead on the Testimeterô) has clearly
entered puberty and requires the use of the formula in Neutersolô Adult to
perform a proper castration. Some boys with smaller testicles may also have
entered puberty, though a doctor or school nurse could easily determine this.
A few adult males will have testicles in this smaller size range of up to 15
cc and you should use the Neutersolô Adult home castration kit in the Youth
size in order to properly dissolve them.
Most adult testicles are 15 to 25 cc in size, as are those of some older boys.
They require the Regular size home castration kit.
Only about 10 percent of uncastrated adult males have testicles larger than 25
cc in size, a very few as large as 30 cc or more. They require the Neutersolô
Adult home castration kit in the Large size for a quick and efficient
castration. A Regular size home castration kit may be used for these larger
testicles, although the larger testicles may require two to three months to
dissolve and for the castration to be complete. Use of the Large kit is highly
recommended for all testicles of over 25 cc.
Neutersolô Adult is as simple and easy to use as Neutersolô Pediatric and the
instructions are the same as those above, except for **Step 4.** Instead of
grasping the entire set of genitals, as you would for a small boy, with older
boys who have begun puberty and for adults, you would put your index finder
and thumb around the base of just the scrotum, stretching the skin tightly
over the two testicles. This way, your other fingers will keep the penis out
of your way as you work. For boys who are being castrated before they begin
puberty ñ as well as for those who have only recently begun it and still have
a small penis and relatively small testicles ñ it is easier to encircle both
the penis and the scrotum. The penis will be small enough that it will not
interfere with your access to the testicles or otherwise get in the way of the
castration.
Larger testicles, those of a boy in late puberty or an adult male, may require
as long as three or more months to completely dissolve. Both adult male
testicles and those of older boys may continue to produce viable sperm for a
week or more after the injection of Neutersolô Adult and to produce
Testosterone for even longer. If you require a quicker sterility and immediate
cessation of Testosterone production with your adult castration, surgery is
still recommended over chemical castration for adults and older boys. While
not as simple or painless as a Neutersolô, bilateral orchiectomy is simple,
routine surgery and requires no more than two or three days for recuperation.
Your family doctor would be happy to perform the service for you if needed.
If you have any questions about the use of this product, please call the
Neutersolô hot line at **1-888-CASTRATE** (1-888-227-8728). Operators are on
duty 24 hours per day to help you with any questions about your home
castration. All of the operators have practical experience using Neutersolô to
perform castrations both on children and adults. All of our service personnel
are eunuchs who have, themselves, been castrated with Neutersolô, most as
adults, but some at earlier ages. We expect all of our operators to perform at
least one neutering per week through volunteer work at local orphanages,
prisons, and youth authority facilities. Some perform as many as a dozen
castrations per week to be better able to answer your questions. They are able
to give practical answers and advice to all of your questions.
You may also visit our web site at _www.home-castration.com_. The web site
includes detailed drawings of each of the steps in a home castration and
includes short video clips demonstrating Neutersolô castration. Examples
include the castrations of an eighteen month old infant during a diaper
change, of a ten year-old boy with 4 cc testicles, and of an older boy of
fourteen with 13 cc testicles. There are also video clips of three adult
castrations. If you have not previously performed a chemical castration, you
may wish to review these short videos so that you will feel comfortable with
your first home castration.
We appreciate your purchase of this Neutersolô product and hope that you will
again choose Neutersolô for your next home castration.
**Organizing a Neutering Party:**
Neutering of an older boy should be a joyous occasion, one to be shared by
family and close friends. While each neutering party will be different, we
have gathered some ideas from a variety of sources to help you to plan your
own celebration. Detailed plans for the party ideas below, and for several
others, can be found on our Internet site at: _www.home-castration.com/party_.
Each of the web site descriptions provides ideas for decorations and party
games for a childrenís party. There are down-loadable invitation cards that
can easily be personalized before sending to guests. For each of the four
examples briefly described below, there are also snapshots taken at an actual
neutering party. Sons of our employees hosted these four parties. All of the
boys knew from an early age that they were eventually to be castrated and
looked forward to the time when it would be done. They each worked with the
staff here at the Neutersolô Division of Unimed Pharmaceuticalsô to produce
the materials used for their own neutering parties. Each party was a joyous
celebration, as you can see from the snapshots included with the descriptions.
**Dinosaurs Galore!**
Six year-old boys have a fascination for these huge creatures whose line
became extinct millions of years ago. This party designed for four to ten boys
begins with a three-dimensional invitation card and continues with decorations
and party favors of multi-colored dinosaurs. There are instructions for
several party games that the boys can play as well as suggestions for food and
even music for the party. Simple dinosaur-themed recipes are included.
Included on the site is a short childrenís book which can be personalized and
then downloaded and printed out for each of the boys at the party. The site
will ask you how many boys will be at the party (up to a total of ten,
including the host) and how many of them are scheduled to be neutered during
the festivities (up to six). The computer will then ask for the names (or
preferred nicknames) of the boys, beginning with the host, then any other boys
who are to be neutered, and finally the remaining boys. The computer will then
format the story with all of the names of the boys and with appropriate
illustrations for the correct number of boys for you to download and print.
The book makes an excellent souvenir for all of the participants, especially
those boys who are neutered during the party.
The snapshots show a happy group of six boys, all of whom were castrated
during the party. The father of one of the boys was dressed in a purple
dinosaur costume to do the actual neutering. There were squeals of delight by
all of the boys as they played the role of young dinosaurs while they were
castrated.
See the Neutersolô website at _www.home-castration.com/party/dinosaurs_ for
details on this fun-filled party.
**Racecars**
Garth, age ten, invited nine of his friends to celebrate his neutering. He
decided on a theme of racecars and racecar drivers and he helped to design the
party that is fully described on the web site. There are several snapshots of
his actual party on the web site at _www.home-castration.com/party/racecars_.
Garth was the only boy neutered at his party, but in the snapshots you can see
the other boys looking on enviously as he is injected with Neutersolô. Two of
the boys had already been surgically castrated, and they showed off their
scars and commented on how much they would have preferred to have been
castrated with Neutersolô.
Included on the web site are suggestions for decorations, refreshments, games,
and music. Recipes created especially for the event are easy to prepare and
designed around the tastes of nine to ten year-old boys. This should be a fun
event for all participants whether they are to be neutered themselves or
merely to celebrate the castrations of their friends.
**Baseball**
Baseball is a consuming passion for most boys. Jason, age twelve, helped to
design his own neutering party around his favorite sport and he was able to
invite his entire Little League team to participate. Our sample baseball party
is designed for fourteen boys, ages ten to twelve. Jason is the son of one of
our employees, and he began to work with our design department to create his
neutering party nearly six months in advance. He helped the designers to
create five different invitation cards for you to choose from. Together they
designed decorations and party favors, and a professional caterer was hired to
help plan the refreshments ñ recipes are included on the web site so that you
can easily recreate everything yourself that you see in the snapshots:
_www.home-castration.com/party/baseball_.
Jason had expected that he would be the only one to be neutered at his party,
but one of his friends on the team convinced his parents to allow him to join
Jason and also be castrated during the party. He had already been scheduled
for a surgical bilateral orchiectomy, but argued that it would be better for
him to be castrated at a Neutersolô party with all of his friends present
rather than in a sterile doctorís office. The snapshots clearly show the
joyous nature of the occasion. Observe, especially, the happy faces watching
as Jason is being injected with Neutersolô by his Little League coach. Both
Jason and his friend Eric had begun puberty by the time of their neutering
party and Neutersolô Adult in the Youth size was used for both.
**Skateboards**
Teenaged boys today seem almost to be permanently attached to their
skateboards. Steve began planning his neutering party long before he was able
to provide a viable sperm sample. The very day that he was able to bank his
first specimen he asked his parents to set the date for his party. It was mid-
winter, but they all agreed that a Saturday afternoon in late spring would be
ideal for a neutering party. Steve asked his friends to save the date. In the
meantime three of his close friends also matured enough to bank their sperm.
As the date approached, it was decided that the four close friends would all
be neutered at the same party with dozens of family and friends invited.
The four began debating who would get to be castrated first, and the boys
finally decided that there would be competitions during the party to decide.
The winner of each game would get to be neutered immediately, with the loser
of the third game not neutered until near the end of the party. The snapshots
show the friendly competition to be the first one to be castrated as well as
the envious faces of the other three who watch as Steve gets to be the first
injected with Neutersolô Adult formula.
Three of the boys had testicles of between 12 and 15 cc and required
Neutersolô Adult in the Youth Size. Steveís testicles had already reached
nearly 18 cc, however, and required Neutersolô Adult in the Regular Size. Make
certain that you check testicle sizes no more than a couple of weeks before
the neutering party so that you can purchase the right size Neutersolô Adult
Home Castration Kit. This neutering party was able to use a Party-Pak of three
home castration kits in the Youth size, plus one additional package of
Neutersolô Adult in the Regular size.
Neutersolô Division of Unimed PharmaceuticalsÆ
Copyright © 2028
**NOTE:** The original Neutersolô Pediatric was written in response to [ Boy
Neutering Drug by Mischa. I had a story outline in my head at the time and
Mischaís piece seemed consonant with it. It also played to my strength in
technical writing. Once I had finished my original idea, which was posted as
](http://web.archive.org/web/20090313083124/http://www.eunuch.org/Alpha/B/newea_03013Boy_Neut.htm</a)[
"Orchiectomy - Is It Right for You?", I realized that my plot had shifted
considerably since I had written Neutersolô Pediatric. I had planned to ignore
the problem, but finally realized that I had to make the necessary changes.
This revised version of Neutersolô Pediatric is set eleven years after
Orchiectomy: Is It Right for You?
The product leaflet is ascribed to Unimed PharmaceuticalsÆ, the makers of
Androgelô and successor company to the original manufacturer of ChemCastô, a
veterinary drug that was used to castrate cattle by a single injection into
each testicle. (When the patent ran out, they stopped selling it. No other
drug manufacturer seems to have taken it up with a generic equivalent, though
several companies are currently working on patentable castration drugs for
both veterinary and human use. See the **Message Boards** (and/or do a Google
search) for some of the information on Gonex, Neutersol, Norelin, and others.)
Neutersol is currently approved for veterinary use on dogs. Gonex has been
field tested on dogs and human trials are set to begin soon. Norelin has
completed successful human trials (for prostate cancer) and FDA approval is
expected by the end of this year.
Somehow the attribution of Neutersol to Unimed seems right for story purposes,
even though it is actually produced by Addison Biological Laboratory Inc. So
far, the drug is available only through veterinarians, although the intent is
to eventually make it available to local animal shelters where volunteers may
be trained in its use. I would expect that it will become available through
mail order veterinary supply stores in the near future. You can follow its
progress on the official http://www.neutersol.com Neutersolô website.
**Editor's Note: This story is a work of FICTION. It is NOT REAL. Neutersol as
described herein does NOT exist. A variant might still exist for veterinary
use, but that's all! The phone numbers and links are FICTIONAL and used for
effect. The Eunuch Archive does NOT condone castration parties for minor boys!
Again, this is FICTION. It's a story, for entertainment purposes only. That's
all it is. Thank you.**
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Living the dream | PENECTOMY | Larry, having had his penis inserted into his scrotum encounters some problems. | Living the dream.
Three years had passed. Three happy and fulfilling years. He was back in
SriLanka, permanently. He had applied for, and got a government IT post in
Colombo which was now his home. He had met Zoe, also an ‘ex pat’ and local
school teacher who from the outset had no qualms regarding his altered
sexuality. For over six months now they had been what most people would
consider ‘An item’. She seemed happy to please him in every way possible
without demanding anything herself. Even heavy petting which was the most he
could offer, seemed to be something she enjoyed for his sake rather than her
own. He often wondered about her background. Perhaps there was something
religious, a vow of chastity maybe and his condition made her feel safe from
her own human frailty. Even if her resolve failed in a moment of weakness
there was no way he could penetrate her. Perhaps she had been abused as a
child, or raped and felt secure in the knowledge that his ‘manhood’ presented
no threat. Who knew ? Who cared? He didn’t pry. Nor did she pry into the
reason for his genital modification. They just accepted each other, thanked
their lucky stars and were happy.
Larry had begun to sense that subtle changes were taking place within his
scrotum. The head of his penis didn’t always feel so detached, as it had in
the past. When he became aroused and the glans moved forward beyond his
testicles he sometimes thought he could feel them brushing against the shaft.
By the end of the year he was sure. His penis was definitely becoming more
sensitive. The discomfort on ejaculating which he had learned to accept as a
normal part of his orgasm was increasing, almost becoming painful. He also
found that he could stimulate the head of his penis through his slacks and
shorts. He’d been able to do that before the surgery of course, but his penis
wasn’t inside his scrotum then. On Zoe’s insistence he phoned Dr Mendez.
“Just to be sure nothing sinister is going on”
His appointment was for the following afternoon and he was early. Dr Mendez
secretary, it seemed to him always gave him a ‘knowing’ smile. As though she
was fully aware of his secret down below and wanted him to know. He usually
found it slightly arousing and returned as good as he got. But not today. When
she saw the lack of response, she became serious and ushered him into the
office.
“Hi! Larry. You’re looking well, take a seat”. After long association with Dr
Mendez through his regular checkups, he didn’t mind him using his Christian
name, but could never bring himself to call the man opposite anything other
than Dr Mendez or Doc.
“What can I do for you.?”
Larry explained his concerns.
“O.K. let’s have a look. Drop your pants and lie on the couch”.
Dr Mendez did an exhaustive visual exam of Larry’s scrotum and declared
nothing visually amiss.
“I’d like to palpate you if I may Larry”
“Sure doctor, anything you need to do”.
The Doctor carefully probed his scrotum and gently rolled his testicles
between finger and thumb. When he began to feel along the length of Larry’s
penis, almost immediately it began to respond. Even before he reached the
glans.
“See what I mean Dr Mendez”.
“I certainly do Larry. It wasn’t reacting like that at your last exam. Your
diagnosis of increased sensitivity seems correct. O.K. Get dressed”
“Well I can rule out two things that would really worry me. I thought maybe
the increased discomfort when you climax might be because your scrotum was
shrinking for some reason. I haven’t any historical data to compare it’s
current size with, unfortunately, but I’m fairly certain it hasn’t shrunk.
Would you agree ?”
“I’ve certainly no reason to think that, and Zoe hasn’t commented and she
examines it every bit as thoroughly as you do”. he grinned.
“Good. The other worry was that your penis was getting bigger, maybe total
immersion in fluid for so long was causing it to absorb and swell, like your
skin does when you stay in the tub too long, but there’s no evidence of that
either. What do you..and Zoe think ?” he said laughing.
Dr Mendez returned to his desk and pulled out some forms.
“I think we need to run some tests Larry. Some scans. I’d also like to take
some fluid from inside your scrotum, we’ll numb it, it won’t hurt, and have it
checked. Is that O.K ?”
"Sure." said Larry go ahead.
“I’ll fill out the scan requests now and take the fluid sample myself. My
secretary will give you a ring when the scans are set up”.
“That’s fine doc I’ll wait to hear from you”. And with that he returned home.
A couple of weeks later the results were in and he was back in Dr Mendez’
office.
“The news is all good, at least I hope you think it is. This is absolutely
fascinating. You would make a great research topic Larry. We ought to discuss
it sometime”.
“If you don’t mind doc, I’d rather discuss what’s happening to my penis right
now”.
“Oh sure. Sorry. Well the scans show a change in density and texture of the
penile tissue and the fluid sample I took was really exciting. There was an
extremely low level of squamous cells, far lower than we would expect. Let me
explain. Squamous cells are skin. Your penis is covered in skin and like any
other organ sheds and replaces cells regularly. In your case the old cells are
shed into your scrotal fluid and ultimately broken down and reabsorbed into
your body. But there aren’t enough of them. What we found were more mucosal
type cells, the cells lining your mouth and nose, or a female vagina. The
results can indicate only one thing. Your penis is changing and adapting to
it’s new environment. It no longer needs ‘outside skin’ to protect it so it is
gradually replacing it with the type of covering found in ‘internal organs’.
It doesn’t need protection from the external environment so it’s shedding it’s
armour so to speak . That’s why it’s more sensitive. The glans, the head, is
becoming more sensitive for a similar reason. You were circumcised, and as I’m
sure you know, circumcised men lose sensitivity in the exposed head as a
result of friction with clothing etc. Well your glans has been protected from
all that, for over four years, and so it’s sensitivity is returning”.
“The only cloud on the horizon is that I don’t think that your penis in it’s
present state would survive outside your scrotum. We have passed ‘a point of
no return’. I don’t think the modification could now be reversed without
losing your penis”.
“Thats’ a lot to take in doc. I’m not worried about the point of no return
thing. I’ve never for a moment wanted to be back the way I was. The only cloud
on my horizon is will the changes stop. At the moment I’m mostly enjoying the
increased sensitivity, but much more and it could become a painful problem”.
“Oh yes Larry your penis will stabilise at it’s optimum for the environment
it’s in, in terms of tissue structure. I can’t say when that will be, but now
we know, we can monitor it’s progess via fluid samples, and measure the rate
of change. I’d like another sample now if that’s O.K.”
As Larry walked down the hospital steps he felt his testicles gently rubbing
the shaft of his penis, and the head gently pushing at the inside of his
scrotum. His penis was now so sensitive he was almost constantly aware of it.
“How much more sensitive could it get?”, he wondered..and worried slightly.
The sensitivity very gradually continued to increase. In fact it was now so
sensitive that the slightest movement caused a reaction, thus when he walked
for instance, his penis was permanently erect to a degree.
He also found it increasingly necessary to orgasm to obtain relief from the
almost constant sensation in his scrotum. He was also finding that reaching a
climax was taking longer, and he was making increasingly frequent demands on
Zoe. He could do it himself of course, but with her help relief came quicker,
and consequently the pain, the discomfort he had always felt in the latter
stages just before ejaculation was now quite definitely pain, didn’t last as
long.
The distraction due to the activity inside his scrotum was lowering his
performance at work and both colleagues and management were noticing. At the
moment they were attributing it to overwork, or maybe a little stress, but it
was showing.
He began to drink, just a little, because the effect of the alcohol lowered
his libido and he was less conscious of the sensation in his genitals.
Nocturnal erections though were a different matter. He now awoke moaning with
the pain until the erection subsided. He began taking sedatives. Was the dream
becoming a nightmare ? It was time to call Dr Mendez.
He was in Dr Mendez office on the couch. Dr Mendez immediately saw Larry's
condition. Instead of the gentle mound toward the top of his scrotum which in
earlier times had indicated the resting place of his flaccid penis within, he
could now clearly see the distension of the lower part of his scrotum caused
by the pressure from inside.
"Ok Larry. get dressed" he said thoughtfully. "I have some good news. The rate
of tissue change is quite obviously slowing. Your penis must be nearing the
optimum in terms of tissue structure. Once that happens, and the sensitivity
stops increasing things may settle. In a manner analagous the lack of
sensitivity in the uncircumcised penis caused by constant contact with
clothing etc., this process is presumably going on within your scrotum, albeit
more slowly due to the lubrication in there and the nature of the tissue with
which it is in contact. At the moment it is being 'thwarted' so to speak, or
counteracted by the increasing sensitivity which is currently occurring due to
the tissue changes".
He looked at Larry sympathetically. "Is it intolerable Larry ?" he asked
gently.
"Not quite doc. The pain towards the end of an orgasm when it's pushing at
it's hardest, and the subsequent 'ejaculation' is the worst, but pain and
pleasure often go together and I can tolerate it at the moment, but not if it
got much worse".
“OK Larry,” Dr Mendez replied.”We’ll keep up our regular sessions but if it
becomes intolerable in the meantime you have my number”.
The process went on until one night he awoke screaming in pain and Zoe called
Dr Mendez. He came and gave a Larry a knockout shot.
“We have to do something Mrs Soames. Pain is natures way of telling us to
stop. There could be permanent damage occurring in his scrotum which could
have implications for the rest of his system”.
“What can you do Dr ? You said yourself his penis couldn’t now survive outside
his scrotum even if you removed it. If you did he would lose it altogether.”
“Maybe that’s a price he’ll have to consider paying for the six years he’s had
living his dream”. I’ll call by tomorrow when the sedative has worn off and
talk to him. Goodnight for now Mrs Soames,”, and with that he left.
Zoe looked down at her partner, and went to replace the covers which were
still where Dr Mendez had left them after his exam. The tension in Larry’s
scrotum was gone, but the bulk of the still partially erect penis inside was
clearly visible. Even heavy sedation couldn’t completely reverse the
tumescence. A tear rolled down her cheek as she gently covered him and turned
out the light.
Larry was awake but still in bed when Dr Mendez arrived. He gave him a quick
‘once over’. then sat on the edge of the bed.
“You can’t carry on like this Larry. Zoe tells me you’re in almost constant
pain to some degree, and that you’re having to masturbate daily, if not more,
to get any sort of relief. You’re drinking and taking sedatives too. You’re
doing yourself real harm Larry. Its not just your penis. This almost permanent
erection is putting pressure on your testicles too.”.
Larry realised that Dr mendez was right. “What now then doc ?”.
“I’ve been thinking about this for a while, it was obvious that some form of
intervention would probably be needed. Even though your penis seems to have
stabilised, it will be a while before it becomes desensitised. Hear what I
have to say and don’t interrupt. I want you to let me remove one of your
testicles. Yours are a bit larger than average, maybe a hangover from your
hydrocele, some tissue thickening, perhaps. Also some tissue from the
thickened membrane which once covered them will be there too, and I can remove
that, along with the spermatic duct and any other redundant plumbing I can
find in there. I can also get a first hand look at what’s happened to your
penis. With unnecessary organs and tissue gone, There just might be enough
extra room in there to make things more comfortable”.
Larry thought and replied. “I hadn’t planned on castration as a solution doc .
If I can’t enjoy my situation you may as well take the whole lot”.
“I’m not talking castration Larry. You won’t miss one testicle, apart from the
relief you’ll get from being able to move around in there. You’ll be able to
enjoy you’re situation again, instead of painfully tolerating it. The
remaining testicle will be more than enough to maintain normal libido.”
“I don’t have any choice do I doc”. He smiled.
“Not unless you want me to remove your penis, or give you female hormone to
remove your sex drive entirely”.
“Take the testicle doc. When do you want it ?”.
“Tomorrow larry”. I’ll book the room and time in the operating room as soon as
I get back there.
With the decision made, and the prospect of relief Larry felt more relaxed
than he could remember, relaxed at least apart from his penis, which he felt
stirring once more. He called for Zoe. When they were through he asked for the
phone. “I’d better book some sick leave” he said.
Three weeks later and he was speaking to Dr Mendez. ”Well how are things Larry
“.
“Just great doc. My penis is still sensitive and tumescent a lot of the time
but there’s room for it now. I think also getting stimulation from contact
with only one testicle is arousing it less. I’m back at work tomorrow and
looking forward to it.”
Over the coming months things just kept on getting better. The sensitivity of
his penis subsided to a tolerable level. His sexual responses were back under
his, and Zoe’s control, and his penis spent most of his waking hours nestling
snugly above his one remaining ball in the top of his scrotum. His health, his
relationships, his life were restored, and everyone said how glad they were
he’d come through the stress, which they believed he’d been suffering.
The pain during the final moments before orgasm was still there of course, but
if anything it only added to the pleasure, maybe BDSM had something going for
it, he once joked.
His meetings with Dr Mendez had become little more than old friends chewing
the fat, until one afternoon he almost blurted out, “I want an implant Doc”.
Caught by surprise Dr Mendez hesitated and asked “Why?”
“I, we, Zoe and I miss the symmetry. I miss it when I look in the mirror, I
miss the contact with that side of my shaft, I even miss it’s weight. I never
wanted to lose anything as part of the modification and It doesn’t feel, well,
complete. It may sound trivial but to me it’s important”.
The doctor considered. “Have you ever thought that increasing the stimulation
of your penis this way may cause a reversion to the permanently aroused state
we have treated ? We removed your testicle because of insufficient space, why
would you want take up the room we made with a prosthesis ?”
“That was when it was permanently erect doc. Space was always tight during
orgasm and I handled it, no enjoyed it. It was the permanent state I couldn't
tolerate. I feel back to square one now, or minus one". he joked feebly.
“Wait until our next meeting. I’ll think about it. I promise”.
A month later and they met again. “I’ve thought over what you said. Hear me
out. An implant will need another incision. Every incision leaves scar tissue
which compromises your scrotum’s elasticity and flexibility, and hence it’s
ability to accommodate your erection when you have one. You already have three
scars. The one from your hydrocele reduction, your penis insertion scar, and
the one where I removed your testicle. I cannot open you up at any of these
sites again as the resulting thickening of scar tissue would be unacceptable.
I can make one more incision without compromising your scrotums natural
properties too much, but it would be the last. Any future problems requiring
surgical intervention would be restricted to removing your penis, which as you
know, because of it’s current constitution would mean losing it altogether.
Your playing your last card larry”.
“Let’s play it doc” he replied.
“On one condition. You let me implant a prosthesis slightly smaller than the
testicle I removed. Because I removed some ancillary organs along with your
testicle, that plus a smaller implant will still leave a little more room than
you had before”.
“Half a testicle is better than none at all I suppose.” Larry replied.
“Oh I wasn’t thinking quite that small, maybe 75 or eighty percent of the
original”.
Larry brightened. “Let’s do it doc”.
The surgery was only an overnight affair. two days later and he and Zoe had
decided to take a holiday to celebrate being as near ‘normal’ as he could ever
expect to be.
He visited Dr Mendez on his return. “Everything OK Larry?”.
“Great doc. As far as sensation in my penis goes I really can’t tell much
difference between my real testicle and the implant. If I feel them through my
scrotum I can feel a slight difference but not much. The extra stimulation
hasn’t excessively roused the beast either, unless I or Zoe want it to.” He
grinned.
“Well let’s hope this is the end of the climb. It’s been over six years since
we started but we’ve learned a lot. If I perform this procedure in future I’ll
remove a testicle at the same time, as standard protocol”.
Dr Mendez opened a drawer and removed a DVD. “I thought you might like to see
this” He said, slotting it into the PC on his desk. He turned the monitor so
Larry could see.”While I was doing the implant I decided to have a look around
with an endoscope. It’s absolutely fascinating what has happened in there. I
had the recorder going so here it is.”
He gasped when he saw his penis. The last time he had seen it so many years
ago it had been covered in wrinkled skin the same tone as the rest of his
body, maybe a little darker. Now, slightly erect it was pink and glistening
smooth along it’s length. It seemed so benign, incapable of inflicting the
agonies he had suffered as it metamorphosed within him. It appeared to be
covered in a thin almost transparent membrane, remarkably like a condom he
thought.
”Wow” he exclaimed.”That is just beautiful. It looks like that’s where it’s
always belonged. Freeze frame doc, just for a minute.” He stared in awe at the
image. “I often fantasise about what it looks like but I never imagined
anything that could produced the sensations It is capable of when roused could
look so gentle and docile when relaxed. Beautiful, just beautiful, complete
with it’s own contraceptive”.
“I thought you’d like it. I doubt that the membrane serves any contraceptive
purpose . Although I do believe it is the reason for for the stabilisation in
it's sensitivity. Having lost all protection as it lost it’s usual dermal
covering,the mebrane developed probably as a result of prolonged contact with
your testicles and inner scrotum. Like hands which develop callouses as a
result of years swinging and axe. Or the thickened skin on the feet of people
who habitually go barefoot.”
“Pity it couldn’t have developed a bit quicker”. replied Larry smiling
ruefully.
“You paid the price for being a pioneer. But you’ve conquered the mountain at
last, and what we learned will help those who come after”.
Handing the DVD to Larry he said. “Maybe Zoe would like to see it”.
Dr Mendez continued. “We’ve come a long way larry as I said before. I think I
know you better than anyone else I know. These meetings now serve no clinical
purpose. Can we continue our relationship as friends rather than Doctor and
patient?”
“I’d like that doc”. Larry replied.
“My name is Enrico”. He smile proffering his hand.
The nightmare it seemed was finally over and he was back in dreamland.
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Playing Lukas Sorensen - Chapter 49 | GAY, NULLIFICATION, MINOR | Matthew learns the secret of mind control. | Chapter 49
When he had finished suturing the wound, Matthew swabbed it with antiseptic.
He stood up, and looked at it. It wasn’t as neat as he would have liked, and
Lukas still had a sack. Hopefully, it would look better in a day or two,
though he supposed there would be a scar.
He unhooked Lukas’ legs from the G-clamps and pushed his body backward so that
he was sitting on the edge of the bench. Lukas’ legs fell together and he
pushed down on his groin with his hands, tucking his cock between his legs and
keeping his hands pressed there, with everything he had tucked down underneath
him.
‘Does it feel clean?’ Matthew said.
Lukas nodded.
He was like a little boy again, like he had been after his nuts were crushed,
as though he had regressed, and was ten years old again, though he didn’t seem
to be feeling any pain this time.
‘What does it feel like?’
‘It feels kind of empty. Like I’ve got a sack of nothing.’
‘Like you’re a little boy again.’
Lukas nodded.
‘Can I feel it?’
Lukas shook his head.
‘Please?’
‘Kiss me.’
Matthew leaned forward and kissed him gently on the lips. He put his hands on
Lukas’ knees and pulled his head back, opening Lukas’ knees apart gently.
‘Well are you going to take your hands away?’ Matthew said.
Lukas shook his head. He had what was left of his gear cupped in both hands.
‘Come on,’ Matthew said, brushing Lukas’ hair back over his head. He spat on
his thumb and wiped the blood kiss off Lukas’ brow.
‘Hug me,’ Lukas said.
‘What?’
‘Hug me.’
Matthew wrapped his arms around him and held him. Lukas sighed.
‘Can I feel it now?’ he said, whispering in Lukas’ ear.
Lukas lifted his hands and put them on Matthew’s shoulders.
Matthew turned his head down and squeezed the sack gently with his fingertips.
There was nothing in it.
Lukas sucked in a breath.
‘Does it hurt?’ he said, looking up at Lukas.
‘Not really.’ His voice was all boy-like again, fluty and sing-song.
But his cock had started to stand up.
‘Look at your little cock,’ Matthew said, taking it between his fingers. He
tugged on it gently. ‘Can I cut that off too,’ he said, whispering into Lukas’
ear while he tugged gently on his cock.
Lukas shook his head.
‘Why not?’
Matthew put his other hand behind Lukas and ran his fingertips down Lukas’
spine.
‘I want it.’
‘What do you want it for?’
‘I like it,’ Lukas said, his voice becoming high as Matthew tugged.
‘I’ve got a scalpel here. I could just cut it off.’
Lukas pressed the side of his face against Matthew’s and shook his head a
little.
‘I’ll give you sixty seconds. If you can’t come in sixty, I’m going to cut it
off.’
‘Oo!’
Lukas blew something out of the end of his cock. It landed on Matthew’s hand.
The last of his come, Matthew supposed, though he knew that there was liquid,
aside from any semen that might have been stored, that Lukas would continue to
blow.
Matthew pulled his head away from Lukas’ and looked down at his hand, where
the ‘come’ had fallen. It was blood, or mostly blood, from the look of it.
Matthew wiped it on the back of his jocks, only realising, as he did so, that
he had the jockstrap on, and was wiping Lukas’ blood onto his bare arse.
‘Did that feel good?’
Lukas nodded.
‘You should still let me cut it off.’
Lukas pushed him away and looked down at his cock. It was drooping forward,
and there wasn’t any sign of the load he’d just blown. Matthew had squeezed
it, and wiped it away. He stepped back, and realised he’d covered Lukas in
blood now. All the blood that was on his stomach and chest he had smeared onto
Lukas, along with the come that was over both of them.
They couldn’t put their clothes on like this. And they couldn’t go upstairs to
have a shower, because McCady was home, along with Mr Sorensen, who had
returned on Thursday, and was upstairs in his study, most likely, writing
another incomprehensible novel.
Matthew found a sponge. One that had caked paint all over it. He rinsed it as
well as he could, and put in a little detergent into the ice-cream container
with the boiled water in it. He wiped Lukas first, not wiping his sack, as
that had been disinfected, but simply wiping his chest and stomach and groin,
and the insides of his thighs. He peeled his jockstrap off and walked into the
little bathroom. He flushed it down the toilet, and came out again, only to be
confronted with the portrait of himself that Lukas had painted, facing him,
while he was naked, and covered in blood and semen. He smiled at it.
He walked back over to the bench and sponged his own body while Lukas sat on
the edge of the bench, again with his legs together. He was pushing down on
his groin with one hand, but he was sucking the thumb on the other, as though
he was a little boy ready for bed.
‘Are you okay?’
He nodded.
‘Do you like it?’
‘It does feel kind of good.’
‘It’d be better if you let me do your cock.’
Lukas frowned, and closed his eyes, sucking on his thumb.
He really wasn’t with it.
When he had finished sponging himself, Matthew lifted Lukas down, and led him
into the music room.
‘Can you dress me?’ Lukas said, after Matthew had closed the door.
He was already sitting in a chair, flopped sideways, and sucking his thumb
again.
‘I can’t move. I’m all sloppy.’
Matthew found Lukas’ jocks in his pile of clothes and threaded Lukas’ feet
into them, and then he made Lukas stand as he pulled them over his thighs and
his arse and up to his hips. They were tight. Really small ones like the ABC
ones had been, and they had something written on the front. Matthew pulled
them up, and then he stood back and looked.
They were meant for a little boy six years old, a little boy whose balls
hadn’t dropped yet. On the front of them it said, ‘I’m too small to have
balls,’ in big funny writing, the ‘balls’ in the shape of balls, where balls
should be.
Matthew restrained his smile.
‘What?’ Lukas said.
‘Nothing.’
But it was something. It was the most perfect thing yet. Like it was meant to
be. Matthew supposed Lukas could go back to wearing his little jocks all the
time once his dick had been done. It wouldn’t be like it mattered then. He
would fit into them perfectly.
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The Nut Buster (Gay, Testicles) | TITLE:: The Nut Buster
DESCRIPTION:: GAY, TESTICLES
AUTHOR NAME:: Darkness6669
AUTHOR E-MAIL:: [email protected]
STORY DESCRIPTION::
A man places and ad in the S&M ring, and gets more than he bargained for.
BODY::
The Nut Buster
My ad read like this:
"I am looking for a top man who will tie my genitals off really tight and whip
me. I am also
interested in rough gang sex, forced chastity, humiliation, and scrotal
nailing. I am 23, 6'1" 155 lbs., 7" cut, have red hair and brown eyes, and
have my nipples pierced."
I had posted the ad on a local S&M bulletin board a few weeks earlier. I had
been disappointed when no one responded right away. Then one day, I got an
e-mail that sounded too good to be true. It read:
"I saw your ad on the S&M ring. I will torture your cock and balls until you
beg for mercy, and fuck you harder than you ever dreamed possible."
I replied to his e-mail and we set up a time. He gave me directions to his
cabin. Little did I know, I was going to get a lot more than I bargained for.
When I arrived, the place seemed deserted. I parked my car as I had been
instructed and waited. I
walked toward the cabin and sat on the steps. A few minutes later, I heard
foot steps from the cabin.
"You're late!" he said.
"Sorry, I got lost on the way here," I said.
"That is no excuse!" he said. "Strip!" he commanded, and I did it.
"Not too bad," he said, looking at me. "I'll have to do something about that
cock though," he said with a grin.
"What?" I asked.
"Over there by the trees," he said, pointing to a spot behind the cabin where
two tall trees stood. The trees were about three feet apart with wrist and
ankle shackles attached to them. I stood in place, with my arms and legs
spread far apart, and he clamped the shackles around my wrists and ankles. I
found it very exciting and started to get a hard on.
He took a few steps back, looked at me, then he went into the cabin and
returned with a whip and a small paper bag. He took his clothes off and threw
them in a pile along side one of the trees. He wadded up his underwear and
shoved them into my mouth. He took a roll of duct tape out of the paper bag
and taped my mouth shut so I couldn't spit the underwear out until he let me.
He had short cropped, dark brown hair that was starting to gray with a
mustache, goatee, and a hairy chest. A treasure line of dark hair ran down his
chest to his big, clean shaven balls, and a huge cock. It must have been about
eight inches long and thick.
He began to fondle my quickly hardening prick with his strong hands. He was
very muscular and in great shape. My dick got harder and harder until I felt
like I was about to blow my load, but then he stopped. He reached into the
paper bag and retrieved a brick with a hole through the middle. He pushed a
short piece of rope through the hole and tied it tight around the brick. He
tied the other end of the rope into a slip knot which he then slid over my
balls.
He let go of the rope and the brick stretched my balls out so that they hung
really low. I felt so vulnerable and my cock got even harder. He kneeled down
and began to suck my cock in slow, steady strokes.
I could tell he had done this before. He knew exactly when to slow down and
when to speed up while sucking my dick. I noticed the rope as it began to feel
heavier and heavier on my balls as the slip knot tightened with every move I
made. I looked down and my balls were turning a deep shade of purple. The
thought of my balls hanging there, slowly dying from lack of oxygen really
turned me on.
He stopped sucking my dick and I stood there shackled and breathless, my hard
cock swinging freely. He stood up and looked into my eyes.
"That's more like it," he said with a grin. "You like this don't you?" he
asked. "You like seeing your balls swing in the wind so vulnerable. I could do
anything I want to them right now," he said. "I could crush them or cut them
off. You would like that wouldn't you? Too bad, you'll have to wait. I'm not
done with you yet."
This really turned me on and my cock got even harder. I looked down and my
balls were starting to turn blue now. It was such a rush. I couldn't believe
it.
He went back over to the paper bag and grabbed an elastrator and a few bands.
He fit the bands around the base of my ball sack one at a time until he had
placed three bands around my sack. I felt a sharp pain as he put the first
band on and clamped it tight, but not much afterward. My balls were already
going numb from the rope and the brick that had been hanging from them.
After he finished tightening the third band, he took the rope and brick off my
balls. My balls really started to ache now. I looked at them and they were
pretty blue. I wanted him to smash my balls really slowly and make me feel
every piece as he crushed them.
He pulled out his bull whip and cracked it in the air a few times, then he
cracked it right across the head of my hard cock. It stung so bad that it took
my breath away. His eyes lit up with sadistic pleasure. He whipped my cock a
few more times until I was struggling with all my might against the shackles.
Then he gave each one of my dying nuts a good crack of the whip. I tried to
scream, but the underwear in my mouth muffled my cries. I almost passed out
from the pain.
"Now that's a good boy," he said. "Not even a peep." He put the whip down on
the ground by the paper bag and walked around behind me. He started fingering
my ass without any lube, real roughly. I let out muffled moans of pain, but he
ignored my pleas.
He worked his way up to what must have been three or four fingers in my ass,
then he stopped.
I sighed in relief, then I felt the most intense pain as he shoved his thick
cock up my ass without any lube.
I winced in pain, but wasn't able to move much because of the shackles on my
wrists and ankles.
He pumped my ass hard and fast, until he blew a huge load into my wide open
asshole. He pulled out and walked around the front of me. He looked down at my
balls which had turned a deep indigo blue by now. My cock was bigger and
harder than I ever remembered it being before.
He reached into the paper bag again and pulled out a pair of pliers. He set
the pliers open wide and clamped them onto my left nut. He squeezed it really
hard and I passed out as waves of pain shot through my entire body.
A while later, I came to and saw him sitting on the ground next to me smoking
a cigarette. He noticed I was awake and picked up a knife that had been laying
on the ground next to him. He lifted up my limp dick and examined my balls
again. I noticed the left one was completely crushed. I was horrified, but at
the same time, very aroused. My dick began to get hard again.
He took his knife and slit my sac open across the bottom. He cut the piece of
scrotal skin off and threw it into a small silver dish on the ground. He
pulled my crushed testicle out of my sac and cut it off with a smooth stroke
and threw it in the metal dish too. I barely felt the cut. My balls were
completely numb by this point.
He took my other ball in his hand and looked at it. It was bloody and swollen.
He took his knife and stabbed right through the middle of the nut, twisting
his knife as he pulled it out. Blood poured out of my testicle as he cut it
off. He put the nut in the dish with the other one.
My cock was still stiff as a board from watching this strange man cut my balls
off.
"Now you're going to shoot a load for me," he said. "The last load you will
ever shoot."
I thought he wanted me to shoot my last full load since I had been castrated.
He had a different idea. He kneeled once more and sucked my cock as he smeared
blood on my nipples with his hands. I found it unbelievably erotic. It a few
seconds, I shot my load deep into his throat, and he gulped it down greedily
without spilling a drop. My body jerked as the last drops of my cum shot into
his mouth and he stood up.
"That is one of the prettiest cocks I have ever seen," he said, as he stitched
up what was left of my torn scrotum. A glint of sadistic pleasure flashed in
the back of his eyes.
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Hustling Part IV | NULLIFICATION | In Part IV, Patrick goes to a pool party with the doctor | I was getting used to my new life here with the doc. I worked out, ate well,
relaxed by the pool, working on my tan. I was almost never allowed clothes,
excepty oddly, at the pool I was allowed shorts to sunbathe. "I want your ass
to stay snowy white", he explained. He and I had sex regularly. I had to
admit, I found him sexy. He had a husky physique, lots of hair on his chest,
thick legs and beautiful calves. My mood remained oddly upbeat. I felt
content, even happy, here. I was constantly horney, so I was grew increasingly
ready, even anxious, for him to fuck me, or for the opportunity to suck his
fat cock.
We didn't go out much, so I was caught a bit off guard one morning when he
told me that the two of us would be going to a pool party that afternoon, to
be hosted by some friends of his. He tossed me a swim suit. "Here's what
you'll be wearing. It should show off your ass nicely. I expect you'll get
plenty of attention". It was a spandex, square-cut suit that was one size too
small for me. My first thought was, "Fuck, I can't be seen in a banana hugging
suit like this, in public, especially when I don't have a banana, even a
gerkin, to put in it. Hell, I was too conservative to wear these suits back
when I could fill them out, let alone now-- NOW, I was as flat as a woman down
there. Fuck, what would people think? Still I'd learned not to argue, so I
tried it on for him and turned as directed so that he could see how it fit. It
was very flattering to my ass, as he'd said it would be. But my heart sank
when I saw how obvious my flat crotch would be to everyone at the party. "Yes,
that'll do nicely, Patrick, but with one adjustment..." "Come here boy", he
motioned with his finger. I stood on front of him as pulled something out of
the drawer behind him. It was a rubber cock and balls, but not like a dildo.
This was molded to look like a cock looks in a guy's pants. "Its a prostetic
device, he said, nonchalantly, as he positioned it inside my suit. He
explained that MTF transsexuals used them. Anyway, it filled out the front of
my tight, skimpy suit nicely, and I breathed a big sigh of relief. "Thank you
sir", I said greatfully. He just smiled. "You're going to get SO much
attention, Patrick." "I can't wait to see the men drool over you". "But that's
not really a proper way to thank me, now, is it?" he said, looking down at his
crotch. I dropped to my knees and pulled out his cock and hungrily sucked it
until he spewed a load at the back of my throat. He zipped up,
unceremoniously, and handed me a tee shirt, sandals and shorts to wear over
the swimsuit. He dressed, in a much more conservative swimsuit and shirt, and
we were off.
When we arrived, he greeted our hosts, and introduced me. Then he put one hand
on my shoulder, stopping me before we went into the back yard. He instructed
me to hand him my shorts, shirt and shoes and to go dive into the pool. "And
Patrick? You're to be very friendly with everyone here. No, more than friendly
actually-- you'll be flirtatious, accommodating. Understood?" "Yes, sir,
understood", I replied. "Good. Now off with you", he said, slapping my ass.
"oh, and Patrick?" "yes sir?" If anyone wants to squeeze that ass, or pinch
your nipples, you're going to be very receptive. But tell them your dick is
off limits, per my instructions", he smiled knowingly and winked at me. "Yes
sir" I smiled.
I was very charming with everyone, and did get my ass fondled, my nipples
rubbed. One older man even stuck his finger in my ass, as we stood in the
chest high water. I just parted my legs to accommodate him as he did so, never
offering any resistance. But I told everyone, as soon as they approached me,
that I was with the doctor, and that he'd given instructions that no one was
to touch my cock. They seemed to have great respect for him, and no one broke
the rules, much to my relief.
I was talking with a young attorney, who was rolling my nipples between his
fingers, when I heard the doc behind me. "Patrick? Inside the house", he said
motioning his head in that direction. I immediately excused myself, and
climbed out of the pool. I dried off and followed him to the bathroom. "Yes,
sir. Did I do something wrong?" I asked, concerned. "No, boy. Quite the
contrary. You're even more popular than I had imagined. I've been getting
quite a few requests to see your ass". I blushed. "...So you'll need to change
suits". He said, handing me a small bundle of pale blue nylon. I unrolled it
to discover a flat triangle of material, attached to a waistband, with a
string that I assumed went up my ass. "Please...", I began to beg. "Don't
start with me young man. Put this on and be at the pool in two minutes. Oh,
and give me the other suit before I go, so I can put it away. ...And you'll
notice there's no room for your prosthesis in this suit, so I'll take that
too." My heart sank. Not only would I have to walk around the rest of the day
with my bare, hairy ass hanging out-- worse, much worse, I'd have to reveal my
unmistakably flat crotch. To make it worse, I'd already been seen with a
normal basket most of the day, so there was no mistaking that I was just
seriously underhung or something. Everyone would know immediately that I was a
"nullo".
"Oh, I almost forgot", he said stuffing his hand into his pocket. "Take this",
he said, handing me a blue tablet. Knowing better than to backtalk, I took the
pill. "There, he said. "In about 45 minutes, you're going to like everyone-- A
LOT." And you'll be remarkable unconcerned about your lack of bulge. Trust me,
he said, winking. He closed the door behind him-- "remember, two minutes.
Don't make me send the guys in to get you." Well, there I was, naked, holding
a tiny blue piece of nylon, waiting for some sort of party drug to kick in.
But in the meantime, I had to brave the crowd, sober. It wasn't going to get
any easier. I pulled on the "suit", and turned sideways, looking at myself in
the vanity mirror. "Yeah, it was as bad as I thought". It was tight enough
that it flattened my pubic hair. I pulled at it, trying to cling so tightly to
my crotch. No luck of course. So I wet my face and turned the door knob.
I walked out to the pool, trying to act as normal as possible. At first there
were some playful remarks: The ineveitable "nice ass, Patrick" and "woo hoo,
the sun's never seen those cheeks" was heard from the crowd. I quickly dove
into the pool. The entire group of men, maybe 10-12 guys, gathered around me.
To be continued....
Suggestions for the continuation of Patrick's story are appreciated. Thanks,
Jim
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Quiet Boys | STRAIGHT, NULLIFICATION | probably the first in a multi part if you like it i can go further | ` `
ôHow would you like to be freed from all responsibility? Just disappear from
your life and become someoneĺs property? A mere possession, perhaps? This is
not an easy life, but if your current one is not going where you planned, let
me know. I am the trainer of very ôuniqueö servants. Quiet boys. Good Boys.
Sound interesting? Contact me then at Addholder 2736ö.
It sounded innocent enough at first. I mean my life sucked. I really did not
have anything I was interested enough in to just keep doing what I was doing.
It seemed like the 2 bucks I would have to pay just to see what she was
looking for was nothing and they did let you enclose your letter inside
another envelope, sealed and stamped so they were probably never going to read
it. I really did not have much to say and I already had an anonymous mailbox
down town anyway. So I penned a reply and got the thing in the mail.
After I mailed it, though, the head started to spin, as I pondered what
exactly the position she was advertising was. I wondered if it came to
anything, if she minded that the picture I enclosed was a couple of years old,
alright a few years, well 10 years old. Heck, I still had hair then. And
maybe my scale was off that much. Doesnĺt everybody lie a little?
Well, after checking my box 3 times the next week I figured that this was just
another porno rag scam anyway, just to get another 2 bucks from me. My box was
as always empty. I did not check it the following week but a week later, as I
picked up a UPS package, I noticed a single envelope in my box. Probably junk
mail. Wrong.
I put the envelope in my pocket and left without even saying good-by to the
clerk. I was trembling when I got to the car and casually looked around the
parking lot as if reading a letter is a crime. I opened it. There was a
simple, type written letter inside with the most basic of instructions.
ôFirst, let me tell you that you will be trained as a ĹSpecialĺ kind of
servant. As this position frequently requires you to care for female clients,
i.e. the wife of a couple, my clients prefer that their ĹServantsĺ do not have
desires that would interfere with their tasks. This means certain things that
cause problems are simply Ĺremovedĺ so thoughts remain pure. Read into that
what you want, whatever your imagination conjures up will probably not be as
extensive as the end result. Understanding that, follow the directions exactly
as I spell them out and you will begin training in less than 2 weeks.
First, go to your bank and withdraw at least $300 cash. Fill your tank before
you leave town, but that is the last time you are to use your credit or gas
card. Drive to Denver CO as quickly as possible. If you must eat or get gas,
pay only with cash. Do not stay in a hotel, as you would have to show ID. Do
not speed. If you get a ticket, return home. Do not worry about your car, we
will dispose of it once you arrive in Denver.
Leave at once!ö
My heart was racing. I could hear it beating inside my ears. I was excited. I
wondered what it would feel like, drawing out 300 bucks from my bank and just
walking away from my life. Never looking back. Free from everything, just
disappear.
Could I do this? What if she did not like me? Well, I could always come back.
I could cook up some sort of excuse and I was off work for 3 days. I drove
around a while and just thought. I could not help wondering if she meant by
removing some ôthingsö and pure thoughts meant personality changes or anatomy
changes. The former I could live with. And after all, I am a nice guy already.
After about an hour of just driving I pulled into a gas station and topped off
the ride. ĹThatĺs it, Iĺm going!ö I said to myself and went to the bank and
cleaned out the till. 300 bucks is all you can withdraw at once, so what if I
left some in there. I may come back after all.
Once I hit the highway, calm dropped over me. I should be feeling guilty, but
somehow I did not. The miles melted by. I figured it would take about 20 hours
to drive there from Sacramento. I decided to drive up the loneliest highway in
the world. I wanted to be alone with my thoughts so I took highway 50.
I did not know then, but there is 257 miles of nothing between Fallen Nevada
and Ely on the other side of the state. I saw a lot of snakes and Jack Rabbits
and sage brush but noting else all day. The road between Grand Junction and
Colorado springs goes kind of around the Rocky Mountains but soon I was near
Denver. 40 miles. Way past the point of no return. Then finally after driving
through the night I rolled into Denver a little past 6am. I went to Dennys and
ordered pie and coffee and read the paper until about 8 and decided it was now
or never. I got up the nerve to go into the foyer and call the number on the
letter.
ôHello!ö a sharp voice on the other end said.
ôhi-iö I stammered to get my voice.
ôJimö I replied, using the name in my letter.
ôJim, you are late, I expected you in around 3 to 4am, where were you!ö she
snapped
ôMa-am, I have been letting you sleep, I am here at Dennys on some street that
looks like ôcrowfootö something, just off of Highway 85ö
ôOk, you mean N. Crowfoot Valley Rd. I will send somebody for you. Wait
there!ö and she just hung up.
I paid the clerk for my food and sat patiently by the phone and waited. I
watched 20 people come in (I counted them) and either eat or just drink coffee
and smoke. I was there about an hour. I remembering this couple come in. The
girl was really cute. I could not see what she saw in the guy she was with.
With nothing better to do, I watched them eat. When they were done, they paid
the clerk and walked right over to me.
ôYouĺre Jim?ö she asked.
I was startled, ôwell, actually that is the name I used. I am Ted, actuallyö
ôOk Ted, give my slave your keys and he will dispose of your car in Nevada,
Tell it which car is yoursö.
I pointed to the 93 Taurus in the parking lot and handed him my keys and
showed him which one it was.
ôNow your wallet.ö She said, ôYou wonĺt be needing it any more, you are done
with itö
I handed over my wallet and he took it and left. I saw him get in my car and
drive away.
ôFollow meö she said and we went into the parking lot and got into her van. As
she was driving out of the lot, I asked her why she called her slave Ĺitĺ?
that had seemed odd to me.
ôbecause that is what it is, an itö she said. ôMom did not trust him with me
so she wacked off his willy. It is much nicer now. It never swears at me and
never notices when I am swimming naked.ö
I was getting really hard now. She noticed this and smiled. ôSee, thatĺs why
she is going to wack off yours. It cleans up the thoughts and makes you a
better slaveö
ôMine?ö
ôYes yours. Donĺt be silly, she does that to all the slaves though. It helps
them be better servants. Before you think about jumping out of the van though,
think about where you could possibly go with no wallet and no car. Kind of too
late to change your mind and if you look behind you, there are 2 more slaves
sitting back there if you get any ideas about stealing my van.ö
ôI gave you your chance in Dennys when I called my slave ĹItĺ. That was the
last time you ever were going to have a chance. Now just sit back and reserve
yourself to your fate. Besides it is really not that bad. It only hurts for a
couple of days then you are fine.ö
Yea, right, but fine to do what. I really had not thought this far ahead. We
were driving out of town now. East across miles of prairie we left the main
road, and drove for 5 miles up a very narrow road then up a gravel road and
finally through a gate and up a road that was closer to two wheel ruts than a
road. We drove this for about 2 miles and came to a large house and barn. She
drove to the barn and in, then parked.
ôOk, this is where you loose it, get out!ö
ôWhat?ö
ôYou know, if it is going to come off, and it is going to come off, it is
better to get it over with and get you started on getting used to it. Besides,
once it is gone, you are much more trainable, since you realize then, there is
no going backö
ôYou really mean she does this to all the slaves?ö I protested
ôEvery one!ö she said.
ôWhat about them?ö
ôWe lived through it, and so will youö one of them said.
The van door was opened and I reluctantly got out. Better to be co-operative,
I thought than to be dragged kicking and screaming. I was brought into a small
room and stripped of my clothing and rudely pulled onto a table. My arms and
legs were tied to the table legs and one of the slaves started scrubbing
(rather briskly) my groin area and shaved me completely down there.
Soon an older woman, possibly mid 40s but not at all bad looking, came in and
looked me over.
ôFigures he would send a 10 year old picture. They always lie. Well no matter,
nobody cares what an eunuch looks like, except what they look like between
their legs. But you are lucky. The folks that want to buy you want a personal
attendant. You get to live as an indoor slave and that is much better in the
long run than being gelded and spending your days mowing lawns and cleaning
pools.ö
She slowly stroked my now rock hard cock and uttered a single word: ôpittyö
ôwhyö I pleaded?
ôpersonal attendants donĺt get to keep theseö
I froze. WHAT WAS SHE GOING TO DO WITH MY COCK?
ôwhat do you mean?ö I sobbed.
ôI have to remove this. Oh well, you will get over it.ö With that she grabbed
a chair and took up a position immediately facing my cock and balls. A slave
brought her a bucket of warm water and she washed her hands and took a towel
from inside a blue folded envelope and dried off her hands. They opened a
package containing gloves and she carefully removed them and skillfully placed
them on her hands. The slave then placed a table beside her and placed a drape
over it and opened a pack of instruments and dumped them onto the drape.
She took this 2ĺ long rod and squirted some gue onto the end if it. She held
the end of my cock in one hand and slowly (and very painfully) slid it inside
my cock. Boy did that burn.
ôgo ahead and yell if you like, the nearest neighbors are 20 miles away and
they are never homeö she said.
Almost defiantly, I refused to yell.
She slit the rod in past the base of my cock. She was feeling for it below my
balls and finally she pushed it down to my chest and a slave taped it there
with duck tape. The end of it pressed outward against my skin. She felt both
sides of it and smiled. She reached onto the table and took a scalpel and
sliced the skin below my balls and the end of the sound popped out the hole.
She then took a small pair of scissor like clips she called mosquito clamps
and opened the skin up and exposed the tube that the sound was in. she opened
up another envelope and took out this long yellow tube like thing (a catheter,
I learned later) and put goop on the end if it and slid it into the pipe that
the sound came out of. She grabbed the end of this pipe and put a stitch in it
and sewed it to the hole she cut in my skin.
Next she had the slave untape, then remove the sound from my cock. She sewed
the tube to the hole she had cut in my skin and clipped off the half that lead
back to my cock. She then got a mirror and showed me what it looked like.
There was this tube sticking out of a hole about 2ö from my ass hole.
ôYou like this?ö She asked?
ôWhy would I?ö I replied.
ôwell you donĺt want to die when I cut off your cock, do you? See there are 2
very large arteries that let the blood in when it is time to get hard. Those
are big enough for you to bleed to death. If I were to put a band around the
base of your cock and cut it off, you would not bleed to death, but you could
not pee either, and that would kill you. See, now we can cut off your cock,
and you can still pee just fine. She smiled and picked up this rather weird
looking tool. It looked like something you would use to remove a stubborn jar
lid. It was round and had handles on one end. She purposefully sat where I
could see what she was doing. She selected two very large scalpel blades, and
pealed back their foil pouch and hooked them into place then teased on a small
rubber band. She gripped the handles and squeezed them together. The blades
retracted and the band stretched to about 3ö wide.
She lowered this down my cock and with her free hand she pushed the testicles
one at a time through the band, then pulled up on the scrotum. She stood over
me and collected the scrotum, testicles and cock and pulled up and pushed the
device to the base of my groin and released the handles. With a snap and a
sharp pain, it was over. She smiled and winked at me, showing me my cock and
balls in her one hand and the device in the other. One problem. She was now 2
feet from my groin.
ôthat is all it takes.ö She said and casually dropped my cock and balls in a
jar of alcohol that was on the table for that very purpose. She nodded to the
slave and just left. The slave untied me and I was just laying there on the
table. I half sat up and stared at my now cockles crotch.
ôThis is how they get your attention.ö The slave told me. ôYou will have no
trouble paying attention to your training nowö and with that he placed a kotex
on my crotch and helped me dress and they carried me into the house. I was not
allowed to walk because they did not want the band to slip off. I was tied to
a bed and made to sleep there for 3 days. Anyway that is how it all started.
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Eduardo 2 | GAY, PENECTOMY, NULLIFICATION | This is a continuation to the story Eduardo, said from Eduardo’s point of view. I thought the original story was hot and wanted a continuation of it so I decided to write one. | Hi my name is Eduardo, I am 28 years old and am a short muscular Puerto Rican
man with no parts.
You see where my large uncut dick and balls were there is now just a smooth
place and a pisshole so I can sit to piss.
I started out hung like a horse, large balls and was very proud of my generous
endowment. When I was 17 I started out working out at the gym after a few
weeks I was really beginning to bulk up. That was when Nate began to notice
me, I had noticed him before as well. He was a very muscled motor biker in his
mid 40’s about 6’2” he towered over my 5’5” frame. He had long blond hair and
tattoos and had about an 8” thick uncut dick with a 0GA PA. I found him wildly
attractive, but also scary as well later I found out the fear was not
unfounded and our relationship would take some sinister turns.
Nate invited me to his house one night and when we got there I started sucking
him off, after just a minute of sucking he grabbed my head off his dick and
slapped me around saying he would knock my teeth out if I scraped him again,
being from a strict Puerto Rican family corporal punishment was nothing new to
me, and I took his punishment. Actually such domination and use excited me.
After that he said he had to piss, I thought he was going to the bathroom but
then said he had to piss again and told me to get on it and drink every last
drop I tried to take it all but got choked and spilled some on the carpet,
them he shoved me down and started slapping me really hard saying if I was
going to be his bitch I better learn how to drink his piss. I tried it again
and I drank every last drop.
The same evening I suggested I fuck him he said he didn’t get fucked and that
my dick was too big and ugly anyway. He stuck his finger up my ass to make
sure it was clean, it wasn’t and he said I was a filthy bitch and made me lick
his finger clean then made me douche. After I cleaned he fucked me
mercilessly.
It got to be a regular thing going to his house to get fucked, he was always
dominant and would often smack me, and belt me for little things. Once I
didn’t douche before I came over after he stuck his finger up my ass and I had
to lick it clean then he beat the shit out of me then made me douche before he
would fuck me. That night he said I was getting too hairy down below so he
shaved me from head to toe leaving only my eyebrows, and said from then on he
expected me to come to his house with a shaven crotch.
After a while my parents discovered I was gay and threw me out of the house. I
approached Nate to see if I could stay awhile, he really wasn’t too fond of
the idea and yelled that he really wasn’t too attracted to me that my dick was
too big and ugly. I was sad at that point and just staring at the floor, I
told him if I could fix it I would. Then he said something that really freaked
me out, he said he had a bud that was a Dr. and could take a few inches off if
I would agree to that then I could stay.
I turned to walk away then decided to stay and pulled my pants down, my cock
was rock hard and skinned back thinking of me being modified by him, but I had
no idea just how much I would lose.
I thought about things for a minute then told him I liked it when he used me
and he could do anything he wanted to me. He said “I'm fuckin' serious about
this, boy. I don't want any whining once its done.....Its too late then, you
know" I said “no whining… I promise sir” of course I had no idea the Dr. was
going to take balls and all leaving me nothing.
He fucked me that night till I couldn’t breathe and I got to sleep in his bed.
He seemed really turned on.
Saturday morning he tied me to the bed I thought it was for rough sex, after
he had me tied so tight there was no way I could get away. Then he gagged me
with a pair of his underwear. After that he started drawing liquid in a
syringe and said "I'm gonna give you a shot in the ass boy. This is gonna put
you out for a long time. You don't want to feel it when the doc cuts into your
dick, do you?” I started screaming and looking at him pleadingly, this mother
fucker was really going to cut off part of my dick! He was hard as a rock as
he put the needle in my ass he said in a few minutes I would be out cold.
There is no describing all the emotions I was feeling, scared, angry for
letting myself get into this situation and turned on, I got rock hard. He took
a marker and marked the shaft about 4” and said that should just about do it.
I was scared but didn’t yet realize that it wasn’t going to be short it would
be gone, balls and all!!
I fought passing out as long as I could. The next thing I remember I was in
bed, very sore with a jockstrap and cup on. Catheter was in me, I was scared
to look and see what had been done to me. Nate came in and gave me a drink, he
asked if I wanted to see my crotch and brought a mirror so I could get a good
look. I couldn’t believe the son of a bitch had everything removed balls and
all, I felt my manhood had been stolen. I balled like a baby saying I had not
agreed to this, I felt the stitches and must say it felt quite odd to no
longer have any manparts. Nate seemed quite pleased with what had been done to
me and I thought maybe it won’t be so bad. Then was depressed thinking I would
never again get off and would have to take hormones if I wanted to appear
male.
I healed up nicely and when my stitches were to come out Nate had me
blindfolded so I couldn’t see his Dr. friend. My stitches and catheter were
taken out and Nate and his Dr. friend fucked me. I was started on hormones and
resumed going to the gym, Nate insisted that I wear gym clothes tight enough
so everyone knew I was a nullified eunuch, and also made me shower at the gym
some people would be shocked, others curious. I know I would forever be a
freak now, damn him, I thought at least I do have him, but wasn’t sure it was
worth the price.
He continued to be very sadistic, tied me down to fist me, after a while I got
to take it without being tied down. He loved to watch me piss, I had my
pisshole near my asshole so I could squat to piss, sometimes I would often
shuck my spandex shorts in the back yard and take a piss.
Shortly after my 18th birthday I scraped his dick with my teeth and he got
angry and knocked out my front teeth. He acted very sorry and said he was
going to call his dentist to fix my teeth. Monday we went to the dentist, and
he told the dentist to extract all my teeth! I couldn’t believe it the bastard
already took my manhood and now he was going to take the teeth he hadn’t
already knocked out! The extractions were not painful and it took a little
over an hour, I felt so hopeless as all my once straight teeth were being
extracted one by one. We went home and I stayed on painkillers for the next
couple of weeks I was 18 with no manhood and now toothless. After a few weeks
the stitches came out, and I sucked him off, he said it felt awesome to get a
blowjob with gums. He had dentures made for me but I missed my real teeth.
When I was 23 he said he was tired of our relationship and he wanted to break
up, I told him it would cost him. Otherwise the police would get involved. He
gave me 20,000. And I started a new life at 23 now a toothless nullo.
I went through depression because I felt no man would want me I went to
counseling, also started college and graduated.
Now I have an excellent job nice home, I always long to have my manhood back
and be able to feel an actual orgasm, do have a few playmates from the gym,
but I would really like to find a man who is interested in a LTR with a sexy
Puerto Rican who has everything but his teeth and manhood.
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A Little Twist on the Gift of the Magi | TESTICLES, female circumscision | A pair of spouses have no money to get each other christmas gifts. so they trade their most valueable belongings | ` Adam was walking thru the mall, looking longingly at the jewelry stores. He
wanted to get his wife the three diamond ring she wanted for christmas so bad
he could taste it. `
"This is so depressing" he thought. "Christmas eve with no money left over to
buy her a card let alone the ring she wants."
Meanwhile, across town, his wife, Susan wandered aimlessy thru the downtown
outdoor mall. She wanted to get Adam a computer so bad, but could not afford
it.
"Oh well" she thought "There's always next year" but in the back of her mind
she felt like crying. "No use hanging around here and wishing. Money dosn't
fall from the sky." She headed home.
Adam and Susan met each other at their front door. They kissed passionatly and
went inside.
They sat down on the couch in the living room.
"Baby, I am so sorry. I wasn't able to afford the ring you wanted for
christmas."
"And I wasn't able to get you the computer you wanted."
Suddenly, Susan's eyes lit up.
"I have an idea" she said "I'll give you my most prized possesion."
Adam looked confused "What do you mean?" he asked
"I want to give you my clit for Christmas. That's the most personal thing and
has the most meaning that I can think to give you"
"If you're going to do that, I want to give you my balls. It's only a fair
deal."
The next night the exchange was to happen. Adam tied Susan to their king size
bed, naked and spread eagle. He then took a razor blade and held a lit match
to it to sterilize it.
Susan looked at him with love shining in her eyes. "I mean this. I am not
going to back out."
Adam looked at her and replied "I know."
They kissed passionatly, then Adam took the sterilized blade and held it down
by her passion soaked pussy. He touched her labia lips to spread them and she
erupted in a huge earth shattering orgasm.
"I never liked my clit anyway" Susan confided. "I always hated the way it
looked and was never able to bring my own self to orgasm the way other girls
could. You were the first one to even get me off by eating me."
Adam grinned to himself and stretched her pussy lips wide and held them open
with clothes pins. He then got her clit hard and placed the blade at the base
of it.
"Be sure to take the root too" Susank begged.
Adam sliced into her slick pussy skin, then dug it down deep, twisting gently
as he did. He then cut up along the ridge on one side, then the other side.
Susan squirmed with sadistic pleasure. It hurt but yet she was enjoying this.
Adam held up the bloody two inch worm like tissue and smiled. He then licked
all the blood off of it and kissed it.
They switched places, Adam tied up and susan holding the blade. She reached
down and gently massaged his bulging bag. She had to admit that she was a
little sad about this. She loved his balls, sucking them and playing with
them.
She placed the blade at the base of his huge hard dick. There was a drop of
precum on the head. He was as excited about this as Susan was about losing her
clit.
She sliced into his sac just above the base of his dick and began to saw
around the scrotum. She then pulled the sac off, and had a great view of his
raw testicles. She took ahold of the right one and cut thru the cord. The nut
popped loose. She put it in her mouth and sucked the blood off of it. She laid
it down and picked up his left testicle and cut thru the cord on that one.
Susan popped his left nut out and licked the blood off of that one too.
She sewed him up lovingly. They then embraced and slipped under the blood
soaked sheets and went to sleep.
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Spartans 11 (Penultimate Chapter) | GAY, TESTICLES, NULLIFICATION, MINOR | Haman launches his plot against the Jews, which also has nasty repercussions for Lysander and Alexias. | ` SPARTANS `
By Pueros
for Tom
Chapter 11 – Purim
(Susa, Persia, December 478 B.C.)
It was six months after Lysander’s first meeting with Hadassah that the
latter’s marriage to Xerxes took place in magnificent splendour in the huge
throne hall within the palatial citadel at Susa. After the elaborate
ceremonial, the guests split along usual gender lines to enjoy separate lavish
banquets, one hosted by the Great King and the other by the new, now 18 years
old, Queen. Outside in the city, and throughout the Empire, many other feasts
took place to celebrate the wedding on what had been declared, by regal
proclamation, a public holiday. Many of these in the Persian heartlands were
funded by the some of the gold issued amongst the citizenry from the treasures
housed in the palace in Persepolis. However, although vast sums were expended
on this commemorative largesse, only a tiny dent was made in overall royal
coffers.
Everyone noticed how happy Xerxes had appeared on the day, obviously looking
forward to sharing some of his life and bedroom activities with his new
beautiful consort. However, Haman and his co-conspirator, Artabanus, knew that
they would make such happiness short-lived. Hadassah, with the help of
Mordecai, had wed the Great King when she knew that she should not as a Jew, a
fact that had still been kept secret from her new husband.
Haman, in particular, looked forward to advising Xerxes of the deceitful
treachery and organising the undoubted bloody aftermath. Artabanus looked
forward more to his promotion to gatekeeper and share of requisitioned Jewish
wealth. However, both still knew that it was important to time their move
correctly and decided that it was appropriate to wait a month before
instigating the deadly downfall of the new Queen, her cousin and all of her
people. They were in no special rush and an earlier attempt might make the
Great King suspicious of when they had first learnt about Hadassah’s
background, a happening that could backlash fatally on them.
For Lysander and Alexias, and the other boy catamites, life had gone on much
as before, albeit most had passed birthdays. The main exceptions to previous
routine were that they were now based largely in Susa, a return back to
Persepolis by Xerxes not planned until the spring, and had a regular visitor.
Hadassah appeared to enjoy the company of the young catamites, an attitude
that was reciprocated, and many pleasant hours, over the months leading up to
the wedding, had been spent in conversation and innocent play, the future
Queen knowing many fun pastimes, both Jewish and Persian.
Hadassah and Lysander seemed to have a special affinity for each other,
entirely platonic on the young woman’s part but not on the boy’s for he
experienced pains in his groin, resulting from his restrictive genital cover,
whenever he was in her presence. However, the young Spartan considered such
discomfort a small price to pay for her company, especially as the continued
need for the contraption seemed entirely down to her protection.
Lysander was aware that he would not be allowed to see Hadassah regularly
without wearing the devise or the motives for such frequent liaison might
arouse unwanted suspicions. Anyway, the boy appreciated that the leather
casing did indeed prevent embarrassing bulges appearing in his trousers
whenever he was with the young woman. However, the now 14 years old also
recognised that it was almost certainly the future Queen’s influence,
expressed to her husband-to-be via Hegai, the Chief Eunuch, that had allowed
the young Spartan and Athenian to keep their genitals intact for so long.
Lysander knew that Xerxes no longer needed the threat of castrating Alexias to
gain the young Spartan’s obedience. The incident when he had saved the young
Athenian from a whipping had proven that there were other forms of
intimidation that could be levied against his friend’s welfare that would make
both succumb fully to the Great King’s will. There was therefore really
nothing now to prevent their royal master having them gelded like the other
catamites, to meet dynastic tradition, except the future Queen’s entreaties.
Accordingly, the boys hoped that their female friend’s influence over her
husband-to-be would be everlasting.
Lysander had remained Xerxes’ favourite catamite, although the frequency of
the boy’s appearances in the Great King’s bed, which the young Spartan still
considered deeply degrading, had reduced as the man reintroduced more variety
into his sex life, with his women concubines again prominent. The 14 years old
also recognised that he could expect to spend even less time being subjected
to sodomy and performing fellatio after the wedding.
Lysander was in two minds about this. He welcomed the further respite from the
demeaning duties but was also concerned about how he was going to obtain in
future the regular sexual relief his body increasingly craved, as well as the
thought of lovely Hadassah being despoiled by his royal master. The boy could,
of course, do little about either disturbing consideration, the latter
compounded by the fact that his female friend had put herself forward for such
a destiny and seemed to be completely nonchalant about it.
Lysander and Alexias spent the wedding day, with the usual eunuchs, attending
to Xerxes needs at the lengthy male banquet. They were pleased to note that
the Great King had kept himself relatively sober, presumably not wanting to
befuddle his mind with alcohol before consummating his marriage, and that
there was no repeat of the incident that had led to Queen Vashti’s banishment.
The boys knew that they would not be required to serve in their royal master’s
bedchamber in any capacity that night. The man would instead be disrobed and
otherwise attended by female concubines because the new Queen would also be
present, ready to lose her virginity.
During the celebration, Lysander had noticed that one of the Greek palace
guards often looked at him, something the man, aged in his early thirties, had
done frequently since the boy had returned to Susa from Persepolis. However,
his regular smile had been always been reciprocated by a disdainful grimace
from the 14 years old, who had learnt that the traitor was a fellow Spartan,
presumably a rare captive who had defected to the Persian side during the war
to save his skin. The lad, who had been blackmailed into his servitude, wanted
nothing to do with someone who had volunteered because he was a coward.
Later, Lysander, in particular, was rather sombre when he returned to the
quarters he shared with Alexias. This mood was not only caused by realisation
of what Xerxes would at that moment be perpetrating on the lovely Hadassah but
also recognition that his access to the new Queen would be much restricted in
future by court protocol. Tears formed in his sensuous blue eyes as a result
of his melancholy, a disposition that took Alexias much patience and time to
expel.
(Susa, Persia, January 477 B.C.)
Lysander and Alexias were in the Great King’s resplendent audience chamber,
attending with others to their royal master whilst he listened to Haman, who
had requested an urgent meeting. Since the wedding, the now intensely sexually
frustrated young Spartan and Athenian had spent little time in Xerxes' bed,
the main novelty occupant having been the new Queen. As a consequence, the
boys' groins often experienced acute discomfort at the sight or thought of
anything they found physically attractive, including each other.
“I regret, Great Majesty,” the Amalakite chamberlain advised, “that I have to
inform you that I have come across some disturbing information concerning
Queen Hadassah!”
Lysander and Alexias had never seen Xerxes so angry before, even with his
previous Queen. The red-faced Great King looked as if he was going to burst a
neck jugular as he spat out shouted commands for the arrest of Hadassah and
Mordecai. However, the resultant tumult in the audience chamber was such that
no-one noticed the young Spartan and Athenian disappear. The boys had kept
their word to the Jewish gatekeeper about not trying to escape again but now
thought that he might release them from their obligation as they would now
apply to join him and his cousin in mutual flight.
Lysander told Alexias, as they proceeded along some of the multifarious
ornately decorated palace corridors, “I think I know where they'll both now
be, so just stay close to me. It should take a while for the guards to locate
them there, which should give us all time to flee safely!” The young Athenian
wondered at first at the wisdom of helping the Jewish cousins but then thought
of his now surely newly re-endangered balls and his doubts were overcome.
“How do you know,” Alexias asked, “that they’ll be where you think they’ll
be?” “Because,” answered Lysander, “Hadassah confided to me, making me promise
the utmost secrecy, that she did not worship the Persian deities but instead
one almighty God. She added that she had had a room overtly converted into
somewhere where she could go to pay her respects to her God, and I persuaded
her to show me it. Now is the time of week and day when she would go there.”
Alexias, as astounded as anyone at the revelations concerning the new Queen’s
true background, then queried “Wasn’t that a very dangerous action to take, in
the Great King’s own palace?” Lysander replied “I suggested that to her too
but she just said that she could not live without the amenity and that,
anyway, it was located in a part of the palace cellars where no-one else ever
went. The gatekeeper had apparently forbidden access other than to persons
specifically authorised by him, for undisclosed reasons that no-one ever
questioned. I told her, though, that someone was bound to find out eventually
but she responded that she was sure that, before that happened, she would have
told her husband the truth. She was just waiting for the right time to do so
but it now looks as if she’s delayed too long. I must admit that, although I
now knew that Hadassah had different beliefs from Xerxes, my knowledge of the
Jewish faith did not let me recognise the religious artefacts in her little
temple. I therefore did not appreciate that she was Jewish and that her
beliefs therefore matched those of Mordecai, whom I now realise must worship
there as well. I also didn’t know that they were related!”
The boys hurried along the myriad of corridors, eventually emerging into the
less opulent servants' quarters before going down several steep flights of
steps towards to the gloomy cellar catacombs, illuminated by oil lamps. They
proceeded along more, rather creepy and dark, passageways, until Lysander
finally came to a door he recognised. The young Spartan did not think twice
about bursting into the room where he believed that Hadassah and Mordecai
would now be worshipping together. The 14 years old was proved correct.
Hadassah and Mordecai’s fright at being disturbed was nothing to the shock
resulting from the news that Lysander imparted to them. The two Jews briefly
debated their options. The Queen was at first adamant that she should remain
to face and defuse her husband’s anger. However, she was dissuaded by the
gatekeeper, who was concerned only for his cousin’s safety and contended that
such commendable bravery was far too dangerous for her. He added that there
were several escape routes out of the palace complex and that they should take
one before it was too late, agreeing to the young Greek’s entreaties to go
with them, as their sudden unannounced dereliction of royal duty would
endanger them too.
Lysander, Alexias and Hadassah followed Mordecai through the catacombs until a
door was finally attained that the gatekeeper knew led to an outside
courtyard, beyond which lay the relative safety of the city. There, they could
temporarily hide amongst the large number of Jews that helped make up a
sizeable minority of the administrative capital’s population. The head of the
palace guards therefore opened the door, only to confront on the other side a
large contingent of his own men, led by his deputy. “Arrest them,” ordered a
smirking Artabanus, led to this place by Haman’s advice, itself acquired by
learning of, through palace spies months previously, the Jews’ secret place of
worship.
Mordecai tried to close the door but he was thwarted by being overwhelmed by
his erstwhile colleagues. “Run!” the gatekeeper shouted to Hadassah and the
boys but none moved. The Queen would not leave her guardian and her young
Greek friends would not leave her. Anyway, all three recognised that flight
back into the palace innards would probably prove fruitless. The threesome
therefore quickly followed into the clutches of the palace guards.
“Well, well,” Artabanus observed with a smirk, when he saw Lysander and
Alexias in the company of the two Semite fugitives, “it seems that we have two
young Greek accomplices helping the Jewish traitors. I expect the Great King’s
wrath will be as equally, if not more, unmerciful with your young bodies as he
will be with those of his previous gatekeeper and latest former Queen!” The
already promoted new gatekeeper then turned to his men and commanded “Take
them all to the dungeons!”
(Susa, Persia, early February 477 B.C.)
The four prisoners had been held, limbs chained, in separate dark dank cells
but had been allowed to keep themselves relatively clean through daily washing
sessions and changes of clothing. No interrogations had yet been carried out
as guilt seemed obvious and had indeed already been pronounced, as had
sentences.
The Queen and the gatekeeper, because of their former status, were to be
hanged privately in a palace courtyard, on a special scaffold that Haman had
had built for the purpose. The young Spartan, on the other hand, as a mere
slave, was to return to the platform in Susa’s main square, where he had
previously been publicly flogged before other adjacent prisoners had been
executed by nullification, being encouraged to expire through blood loss.
On this occasion, Lysander was to be accompanied by his friend Alexias. As
well as being whipped, the young Spartan and Athenian were to be tortured
before losing their noses, a traditional disfiguration for Persian traitors.
Finally, the boys would suffer complete emasculation, being then allowed to
bleed to death as a result of their awful wounds, which would be kept
sanguinely open for as long as the process took.
Meanwhile, Haman had found it easy to persuade the immensely angry Xerxes to
agree to the proclamation commanding the destruction of the whole Jewish
people as well as the four palace traitors. The day on which the genocide
would commence, and the quartet’s execution would take place, was determined,
as was customary on such occasions, by casting a ‘pur’, or lot. This indicated
the fourteenth day of the twelfth month of the Persian calendar, Adar, about
the 1st of March in the modern western calendar.
The proclamation, which was sealed with the royal ring and so could not by
tradition be subsequently rescinded, went out to all the Great King's satraps
and governors of the various provinces, as well as the nobles of the other
subject peoples. The document ordered the annihilation of all the Jews, young
and old, men, women and children, and the confiscation of all their
possessions, to begin on the assigned day, known to history, after the Persian
name for a lot, as ‘Purim’.
(To be concluded in chapter 12 – ‘Adar’)
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Sweet Sad Angelo (straight, repost?) | . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Sweet Sad Angelo
a true story,
I wonder where Angelo is now, and if, as he hoped, he is married, and a
father.
How my Interest Began:
In thinking about this question, I have realized that it started when I was
14\. There was a neighbor boy, Angelo, who used to play role playing sex
games with me, starting when he was 12 years old. He was uncircumcised.
In one of the games when I was 14, and he was 13 and had just gotten a tuft
of hair, above his dick. I had him tied up, and I was a Nazi nurse who
was going to torture his dick.. I had to find out when the Allies were
going to invade.
I had him tied to a small, old dead tree. I pulled up his foreskin until I
had about two inches oh skin pulled past his cockhead. Then I took a
small strip of wood about 1 X 3 inches X 1/4 inch thick, and I used it to
spread out and flatten his foreskin, against the oak tree only about 4
inches in front of him.
. Then picked up a hammer and nails, and I put the wood on his foreskin
just past his Cock head, so about 1" of foreskin was sticking out from
under the stick, on the side away from his dick. . I nailed one side of the
would to the oak, and he started to beg me not to nail the other side
down, in character. When I did nail down the other side, he sort of
moaned. Then I took a third nail put it in the center of the wood, over his
foreskin, and drove it in, hard.
There was only one drop of blood just oozing out from under the wood. The
pain made him arch his back, and I heard the wood of the old dead tree
snap. Then very slowly it started to topple backwards.
I was frozen, watching HIM GET FURTHER FROM THE OAK, and THE FORESKIN
JUST KEPT STRETCHING. He was trying to balance, and stop, but he could
not. He had just started to scream, when the skin ripped diagonally across
his cockhead, and took off the entire top third if his dicks skin right
down to the hair just over his prick.
He hit the ground, and I was still looking at the skin on the oak. There
was about six inches of it hanging from the strip of wood, with his tuft of
hair on it. There was some blood, but not a lot on the tree.
The skin still attached to his cock was just hanging down from his now limp
prick. I woke up from being unable to move, and knelt next to him..
Stupidly, I tried to re-wrap his soft penis with its even softer skin.
It just fit, and I could stretch it a little, to get it to cover the whole
shaft, but not his dick head. Well he could have the doctor sew it up, and
he would be all right, except he would be circumcised. It wasnt as bad as
it looked at first, so I used his jeans to wipe off the blood, and i cut
him free.
I helped him up, and we walked back to his house. I got him to say that
he had been climbing a tree some where in the woods, and he had fallen out,
on to a broken branch, and that's how he got hurt.. He stuck to the story
caus I let him know that to tell the truth, he would get in more trouble
then he could think of, and that his strict immigrant parents might decide
to take it all off since he was using it that way!
An accident, instead of his mutilating him self that way. The story of
the accident would make them sony for him, and they would help him.. When
we got to his house, his mother put him in the car, to take him the four
miles to the doctors office.
I went back and ripped his jeans, and pried off the wood strip, with the
skin attached. I put the jeans under the big old maple, with the broken
branch. Was I ever glad I had at first tried to stop the bleeding with
his jeans, it looked just right!
I kept that piece of skin, and hair pressed in a old book in my room for
five years.
My mom sold it in a garage sale when I was nineteen, and away in college.
I have often wondered what the new owner thought of that soft leather book
mark, with the curly fur on it?
As for Angelo, about two months later, we went out to the spot where it all
happened, and I pulled down his pants. He looked weird, I picked up his
dick, and it had no head, it was lopsided, and as I stroked it to a hardon,
it was only about four and a half inches long. From the seven he had.
I asked what happened to it! He told me that he passed out a little while
after the doctor started to work on him.. The doc after looking at both his
uninjured dick, and his shortened, and narrowed cock skin, explained to
his mother that he had only two choices.
One to cut the whole penis off. Because there was not enough skin to
cover his shaft, except in the flaccid state. When he got, erect, it would
rip the healing skin, and get infected, maybe killing him.
The other was to shorten, and make the penis less thick. That way it would
able to get erect with the much shortened, and narrowed skin. That way he
could at least be able to father children, and carry on the family name.
His mother said "Thank God!" He can have children, and yet he will not
pester some poor woman to do her wifely duty twice every day for the rest
of there lives. Also his man thing is too long, and thick anyway.
That's most likely true. When I get done, it will have very little
sensation, but he will have a normal sex drive. So he will most likely be
forced to have some form of sex at least once a week..
Then the doctor took up a pair of bandage scissors reached over, and
started to trim the ripped skin so as to have straight edges which can be
sewed together. Then when he was satisfied with the skin, he got out a big
surgical clamp and laid it on the table next to some thread, and sewing
needles. He put on a set of latex gloves, and poured some dark liquid over
his penis, and started to stroke it with his left hand, until it got hard.
When he felt the first warning quiver of am approaching orgasm, he knew
that it was now as long as it would ever be. He clamped off the base of
the penis, and took the Cock- head in his left hand. He told Anglos
mother that she might not want to watch what he was about to do.
She said that it was her son, and she wanted to see his man thing get
fixed. The doctor picked up the same scissors, opened them as wide as he
could, and put them around Anglos healthy young Cock. He pushed hard with
the scissors, as he pulled hard with his left hand.
Then he closed the blades, amidst a spurting of the pent up blood. He made
the cut only about four inches from Anglos cock base. He dropped the
front end of what had been Anglos pride, and Joy, on to the table, and
caught Anglo as he fainted.
His mother told him what happened next. The Doc., used the scissors, to
work in-between the remnants of the three tubes of erectile tissue. He cut
down until he was deep inside his body, and then pulled out the top left
tube.
He dropped it next to the other large part of what had been a perfect
penis, only an hour earlier. He then trimmed the two reaming tubes so they
came to a point at the urethra.
He then stitched everything together, pulled the skin up, and made some 1
long V cuts in the end. He did it so it would fut at the tip, around the
urethra. Then stitched everything else together, and he was finished, he
removed the clamp, and there was no blood leaks.
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The facts are true, but the detail of what was said, and done at the
doctors office were based more on what Anglo said to me, about what he
experienced, as well as what his mother told him., had been said, and
done. Given the nature of the tiny thin headless stump I held in my hand
as we cried together, in the woods. I believe it was the truth. As to why
a real, constrictive, Doctor would ruin a perfectly good Cock, like he
did. Remember this was over forty years ago, in the fifties. Skin grafts
were a big city type of medical treatment. Anglo was a victim of time,
place, ignorance, and the childish lack of trying to foresee dangers, as we
played a young teenaged sex hormone charged game.
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Unintended Consquence | NULLIFICATION | If you must have your foreskin cut off, do it when you're not in a relationship. An erection before it heals could be fatal. | Unintended Consequence
by
Kortpeel
Sarah insisted I had my foreskin cut off before she would marry me. We�d had
plenty of sex already but marriage was serious.
There was some argument about it. I thought she was being silly to insist on
such superstitious nonsense. She was upset by my attitude. Eventually, after a
long agonising decision I agreed. I had it done under a local anaesthetic and
watched and winced as they did it. It occurred to me at the time that true
love had its downside.
What I hadn�t known was it took six weeks for the wound to heal, hence it
would be six weeks before my prick could return to active service. As we�d
already planned the wedding for three weeks after my circumcision, it appeared
that we were in for a very chaste honeymoon.
�Never mind. We�ll have lots to look forward to.� Sarah, as upset as I was,
was trying to look on the bright side.
She bought a male chastity device and locked it onto my willie. The idea was
to avoid any condition would tear open the stitches. She made a point of
disinfecting my wound and applying fresh bandages. The attention was risky and
those stitches got stretched from her attention.
The worst happed and some of the stitches tore while we were on honeymoon.
Blood poured out. Sarah rushed me to the nearest hospital where the emergency
room doctor, a lovely dark haired woman in her early 30s injected something to
get rid of the erection. However I was all too aware of having my new wife,
the doctor plus two pretty, very intrigued nurses staring at my bleeding
willie waiting for the erection to subside.
To my surprise I was enjoying the attention but the copious blood supply that
my brain was sending to my prick was pouring out on to the operating table. It
took another injection and a hefty sedative before detumescence was achieved.
They sewed me up down there but I�d lost so much blood they decided to admit
me overnight.
Around midnight the painkiller was wearing off and the pain was enough to pull
me out of deep sleep. I kept ringing for the nurse but it was a good half hour
before she came and by then I was in agony. She gave me a knockout pill and I
slept until six. Then the nurses woke me for their shift changeover.
�How are we feeling this morning,� the ward sister asked. She asked that
question every morning of all the patients in her ward.
�Bloody awful,� I gasped. �It�s hurting like hell down there.�
The ward sister gave me a patronising look: �the big strong man who can�t take
an iddy biddy pain.�
She drew the curtain around my bed, pulled back the blankets and saw the area
concerned.
Her �Oh shit!� wasn�t quite the reaction I expected. All I needed was just
another painkiller.
When the doctor on duty took a look at the source of the pain he turned pale.
He repeated the sister�s words exactly.
The urologist saw it and gave one of those indrawn breaths between pursed
lips. �Surgery.�
�No!� Pain or no pain I was ready to flee.
�Sorry. It�s your penis or your life. You�ve got necrotising fasciitis. The
sooner you�re in theatre the more of it we can save.�
They did it under a local anaesthetic and I, wide awake, was in despair. They
cut back on what would be an inch of erect penis but the infection had gone on
ahead inside the urethra. On television surgeons are always calm and cool and
a nurse with beautiful eyes above her mask wipes his brow for him. This time
the guy wielding the scalpel had sweat dripping off his forehead and I saw
that his hand was shaking.
It isn�t going well, I thought.
They had yet to reach clean flesh and the surgeon called for general
anaesthetic.
I came round from a bad dream some five hours later. As my mind resumed
working I knew the reality was worse than anything the subconscious had
conceived. They�d cut off my prick! Thoughts of the easiest way to end it all
went through my mind.
The doctor on duty came round and gave me the details. They�d taken my penis
right off at the base but then they�d had to tunnel in and cut out another two
inches of urethra. �We�ve brought it out behind the scrotum for micturation.�
�For what?�
�So you can pee. Your wee hole is now behind your balls,�
�Oh shit!�
�Very close,� the doctor agreed. �But you�re alive and as far as we can tell
you�ll live. You�re clear of the nasty little bug that was eating your penis.
Couple of days in here and you�ll be able to go back to your honeym�� the
doctor�s voice tailed off. He looked embarrassed.
�Look old chap, cases like yours are extremely rare but the literature
suggests that when the penis is gone it may be worth while having the testes
removed as well.�
�Hell! You want my balls off now?�
�Thing is you can�t ejaculate. What�s the point of a sex drive without a
penis? It can be torment. We can extract your sperm and deep freeze it if you
want. That gives you the option to have kids any time in the future. But you
won�t burn with unrelievable lust and eternal anger at your loss. You don�t
have to say anything now but keep it at the back of your mind.�
I stayed in hospital for another two days. I was so withdrawn they got me to
see a counsellor. He made me see that there were things to live for beyond
just fucking. He decided I wasn�t a suicide risk and they let me go from the
hospital. Back to my honeymoon!.
Of course I felt depressed and useless. I told Sarah she could have a divorce
or an annulment if she wanted. I was even too upset to be angry with her for
wanting that stupid circumcision.
It didn�t matter. Sarah was on her own personal guilt trip.She would burst
into tears whenever she saw my penectomy scar. I couldn�t understand why, if
it upset her so much, she kept wanting to look at it. She was so upset that I
became fearful for her and came out of my own internal crisis in order to
support her.
Back home we got into a routine for our daily lives. At least, losing my prick
had nothing to do with earning a living. Sarah, being female, had to tell the
whole bloody world what had happened, which was a matter of absorbing interest
to all her friends. It made my own adjustment even more difficult.
When she got me to show off the site of the surgery to her friend Jessica I
got a phantom erection which was actually quite pleasant. Trouble was, of
course, there was no orgasmic outcome to it.
After that Sarah learnt how to give a prostate massage. It was a poor
substitute for the real thing though. I found that unrelieved lust made me
irritable and I had to exercise extreme self control not to lose my temper. I
remembered the words of that doctor and began to think in terms of having the
testes removed. I realised that it would make life easier. I discussed it with
Sarah.
Her suggestion was to start a family before that happened. It would save the
deep freeze part of it.
There is nothing romantic about artificial insemination. Sarah held a syringe
up against the wee hole behind my balls to catch the discharge from her
prostage massaging, no needle of course. Then I replaced the plunger and
inserted the whole syringe into Sarah�s vagina and pushed the sperm into her.
After a few tries Sarah got Jessica to do the catching of the sperm in the
syringe part. Sarah found it difficult to massage with one hand and catch
sperm in the other. �It�s a two woman job,� she told me when she was asking me
to agree to Jessica being there.
Of course we could have got a doctor to do it but what the hell!. This way was
more fun. And it was free.
Over the next four years we had three kids using that method. All girls and
enough to keep Sarah busy and not to be too bothered about my inability to
service her. It was during that period that I noticed that she and Jessica had
become very close and spent time alone together. That was fine with me. Sarah
had her needs and having Jessica meet them was less threatening than having
some other man doing it.
It was on the occasion of our youngest child�s first birthday I mentioned the
topic of lust removal to Sarah. There were a lot of attractive young mothers
at our toddler�s party and I felt sick at the unrelievable lust they
engendered. That feeling had been growing with time. I�d been trying to deal
with it and now I just didn�t want to have to bother any more.
�Are you okay with me and Jessica?� Sarah asked. Their relationship was pretty
much an open secret between us at that stage.
�Yes. She can move in with us if that�s what you both want.�
I hadn�t needed to see a doctor since my penectomy. Sarah knew her GP well
from having three kids. She made the appointment and came along with me.
Sarah did most of the talking. �We�re here about having my husband, Jed,
castrated.� I�m darn sure Sarah enjoyed saying that.
The GP�s reaction was a picture. If I�d still had a prick I would have got a
hard on. �There are less drastic forms of birth control,� the doctor replied.
Sarah gave her the whole story. I think Dr. Angela Brown was fascinated both
personally and professionally. She had a look at the site, remarked that the
surgery seemed to have been very well done. There was hardly any scar there
and it looked like I�d never ever had a penis. She checked out my wee hole and
asked if it had given me any problems. �Only while it was healing,� Sarah
answered on my behalf. �No trouble since then. Jed is very strong on personal
hygiene.�
�I�m inclined to agree with you about the benefit of castration in this case,�
Dr. Brown told Sarah after a moment�s thought. �But this is so unusual I�d
like to do a little research before we proceed. I want you both to be well
informed before you give consent.�
The next visit was practically a lecture on the effects of castration. If she
hadn�t known already, Dr. Brown had certainly researched the topic. The
ultimate effect apparently varied from one man to another and there were
unpredictable health consideration like osteoporosis, loss of physical
strength and weight gain. She wanted me to consult a psychiatrist, as a
precaution and �Oh, would you want the scrotum removed as well?�
�I think so,� Sarah said. �Then he�ll be nice and tidy down there.�
�You know, there�s something intriguing about a man having his balls off,�
Jessica remarked that evening after the kids were in bed. She and Sarah having
discussed it in depth. �But I can�t see why that should be.�
�No. I don�t understand it either. I wonder how it will change him. He�s
already a gentle person.� It seemed to me those girls were getting a thrill
out of my balls coming off. They were too shy to admit it though.
Sarah had an idea. �We should get some before and after pictures,�
�Good idea.� They both looked at me. �Would you mind Jed?�
�Next thing you�ll want to get a video of the procedure,� I grumbled, dropping
my pants for the before shots.
�You know it�s such a waste,� Jessica remarked looking at my balls. �I wonder
if they could transplant them on to me.�
�I prefer you as you are,� Sarah told her. �Besides you�re a different blood
group from Jed. The tissue wouldn�t match.�
�Mmmyeah. Seems such a pity to waste them though, perfectly good pair of
testicles.�
The consult with the psychiatrist was a mere formality. This time Sarah wasn�t
there and I could at least speak for myself. Between Sarah and Jessica I was
beginning to feel like a non-person.
Sarah had organised with Dr. Brown for her to be present and for Jessica to
take the video. Dr. Brown agreed as long as she got a copy of it.
When I got onto the operating table it reminded me of my circumcision which
had been the cause of all this. Sarah had shaved off all my pubic hair for the
occasion and I wondered whether it would ever grow again.
All three were masked and gowned. There was a tray of instruments ready. The
local anaesthetic went in. Dr. Brown gave a commentary for the video. Jessica
was busy with the camera. Sarah was gently rubbing a hand over her pube.
Once the anaesthetic had taken effect Dr. Brown sliced around the base of my
scrotum and removed it in one piece. My balls were hanging in the air. She
clamped up the left testicular cord, severed it and sewed it up. The same with
the other one. The balls joined my scrotum in the kidney shaped bowl of
stainless steel.
Next Dr. Brown trimmed the edges left by my scrotum and seemed to take
particular care sewing them together.
So there I was: the complete nullo. The sedative took over. I was relaxed and
didn�t give a damn about anything. Dying must be like this was my last thought
before I dropped off into sleep.
Sarah and Jessica watched the video of my castration over and over again. It
seemed to have an effect on them. They liked the before and after pictures
too. Jessica remarked that it was such a pity that there weren�t any pictures
with my prick still attached, before and after the circumcision. �Then we�d
have a complete set.� Well, at least someone was enjoying my loss.
One good thing: Dr. Brown�s surgery healed up perfectly without and horrible
infections or other complications. Both Sarah and Jessica were pleased with
the result and loved my featureless pube.
Now it�s four years since my castration. Our youngest has just started school.
For me the eunuch calm works and I never ever get flustered or angry. I have
lost a lot of strength and I have thickened around the waist. My bones were
pronounced fine at my last check up.
The household consist of Sarah and Jessica who mostly sleep together, our
three little girls and myself. It is overwhelmingly feminine. Sarah is bi,
Jessica is gay but still feminine and not a bit butch. We are happy and I love
them all.
But best of all is the complete absence of lust. What a relief that is. When
it�s gone you don�t miss it. When it�s there it controls practically your
every thought.
Even so, my advice to any man who has an intact foreskin is to leave well
alone. If you cut it off you lose the best part. And what happened to me could
happen to anyone. But it isn�t the end of the world.
End
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Andy VII: The Hayfield | GAY, TESTICLES, MINOR | Andy and Charlie grow closer as they work together, and Andy learns some disturbing things about his new friend. | ` `
VII The Hayfield
When Andy woke next morning Charlie was already awake, rummaging around in his
closet for a clean pair of shortalls. "Glad you're finally awake!" he said
cheerfully, "I'm so wet I gurgle when I fart. I need a change real bad!"
"So why didn't you just take the wet diaper off?" Andy asked sleepily.
"I dunno, spoiled I guess."
Andy hopped out of bed and ran to the bathroom to relieve himself, then back
and lifted Charlie easily to the changing table. His breath caught in his
throat as he looked down at that cherub face looking back at him. There were
so many facets to this naked boy! And every one of them so precious to Andy!
True to his word, Andy handled and manipulated Charlie's genitals and was
relieved to find that the pain had subsided to a point that could be
considered normal. Maybe, he thought, whatever it was had run its course and
was gone. Maybe!
"Gotta stop doin' this," Andy remarked. "Folks will thing I'm playin' with
your... well you know."
"Please don't." Charlie answered. "It feels good to be touched and not hurt."
Andy took advantage of the situation and gave the tiny testicles a real good
feel, looking for something unusual. He had heard about testicular self- exam
but had never received instruction. He reasoned, however, that he knew what
his own felt like, so if there was anything different about Charlie's he would
detect it. Satisfied that there was nothing obvious to the touch, he continued
powdering and diapering Charlie. "Put a night diaper on, please?" Charlie
said.
"But, they're so thick! How're you gonna walk?"
"I won't be walking that much anyway today, and neither will you. We're gonna
be spending the first part of the day getting the machinery ready, then we'll
be on the other side of the farm, and I don't wanna be having to change every
hour or so."
Gone was the little musician, tucked away in his closet along with his pants
and blazer. Gone was the little boy, although there was ample evidence - the
thick diaper - that he wasn't far. But once again the farmer, arranger, task
master, was back. Some time over the weekend, Charlie had arranged for two of
their more trusted hands to come early and do the milking and other barn
chores so that he and Andy could get right to work. "We gotta put the mower on
the Farmall first," he said. "Then I'm gonna take off to start mowing so the
hay will be dry for baling later today. I'm gonna leave you here to grease up
the baler, then you can hook on it with the John Deere and tow it down to
where I am. I'll tow the rake down with me so it'll be there. Dad's already
gone, but he said he'd be back at noon to get you to write your test. I'm not
gonna go unless you want me to."
"No," Andy replied, "that's ok, I think I'm ready."
As soon as they were dressed, the two went downstairs to a waiting breakfast.
It was still just past 5 am, but Karen was up and had their bacon and eggs,
toast and grits on the table. While they were eating, Charlie, not wanting to
waste a minute, explained to Andy what was in store for them. He was excited,
telling Andy that haying was probably the hardest work, but still his favorite
activity on the farm. He told how they had to remove the cultivators from the
tractors, then attach the mower to one; how to grease up the baler and check
oil, filters and tire pressures. When they left the house Karen kissed Charlie
and handed him two large bags: one with a good lunch, the other several diaper
changes. "Have a good day, you two." she said, and then surprised Andy by
hugging him warmly and... and... She KISSED him! Andy's knees went weak. He
couldn't remember ever being kissed by a mother figure before!
After a quick trip to the barn to make sure all was under control, the boys
headed straight for the machine shed. There Charlie wasted no time getting
started, and by 7 am they had the cultivators off the Farmall and the mower
on, and Charlie had explained what he wanted Andy to do. "Just bring the baler
down the road when you're ready," he said. "You'll see me in the hay field off
to your right. I should be about half through mowing when you get there. We'll
have lunch before Dad gets there to pick you up." Then with a wide grin, a
flash of his perfect teeth, he jumped on the old tractor and was gone.
Andy stood and looked at the big green machine in front of him. A week ago he
had hardly ever seen a farm tractor before, and now he was expected to remove
the cultivators, a very confusing jumble of springy- looking things, linkages
and levers. "No problem," Charlie had said, "just take out these bolts..." he
pointed and motioned, "... let the hydraulics of the tractor do the work -
lower it to the ground by pushing this lever..." and on it went. When Andy had
protested Charlie had simply started with his "Dad says..." line. This time it
was "Dad says the only way you'll learn what you can do is to try." And so
here he was, city boy Andy, doing things to the old tractor that many lifetime
farm boys his age had never done.
It was approaching noon when Andy, hay baler in tow, came down the road
looking for a hayfield that was half mowed. He wasn't sure if he'd recognize
it when he saw it, but there weren't that many little boys on big red
tractors, so how could he go wrong? Above the PUTT-PUTT-PUTT of the old John
Deere he really didn't expect to hear anything, but suddenly there it was,
above all the din of the old tractor:
In the sweeeeeeet By and By...
We shall meeeeet on the beau-tiful shore....
In the sweeeeeeet by and byyyyy...
We shall meet on that beau-ti-ful shooooorrrrre
Charlie was singing as he flew across the field, oblivious to all around him
except what he was doing. Andy looked over as he went around the corner, and
again he was shocked, while at the same time understanding why there were no
interruptions in Charlie's tan caused by the straps on his shortalls. Charlie
had unfastened the straps, allowing them to fall behind his back, the bib of
the shortalls in his lap. For all intents and purposes, he was sitting on the
tractor in his diaper!
Andy watched in fascination as Charlie mowed. When he came to a corner, he
watched for just the right moment, then jumped on the brakes, right wheel
brakes as Andy found out later, then twirled the steering wheel right as hard
as it would go. The tractor spun around in a 90 degree turn, then Charlie
twirled the wheel to the straight position, and the tractor continued down the
field. He had made a perfect 90 degree turn without stopping, leaving a sharp
right angle in the uncut grass! The amusing thing was, Charlie's short legs
could not really reach the brake pedals very well, which required Charlie to
partially stand, which allowed his shortalls to partially fall, which exposed
you-know-what for any and all to see. After the turn had been made, he
rearranged things for more comfort, but the shortalls remained more off than
on. And Charlie was pretty well oblivious to the whole process.
Andy pulled the tractor into the field and shut it down. As Charlie came
around the corner he saw his friend and stood up to wave. When he did his
shortalls fell to his ankles. That had to be the cutest sight Andy had ever
seen: this gorgeous boy standing at the wheel of a tractor, wearing nothing
but a very thick diaper, waving to him. Andy had to shake his head to clear
it. Clear it of what? He didn't know. But he knew he would never tire of that
sight.
"Ready to go to work?" Charlie said cheerfully after he'd stopped the tractor
and jumped off. They were walking toward a large pine tree where Charlie had
put their lunch in the shade.
"Work at what? What do ya think I've been doing all morning?" Andy demanded.
"Shoot," Charlie scoffed, "that ain't work, that's fun! Working around that
machinery is like rest time."
"Well then what do you call work?"
"We gotta finish mowing this field, then rake it and bale it. It's all gotta
be baled before we quit tonight 'cause it might be raining tomorrow."
"So? Can't we bale in the rain?"
"'Course not!" Charlie retorted as if any fool knew that. "Wet hay will rot,
or maybe even catch fire it gets so hot. An' even if we get away with it the
food value goes 'way down. That's another of my rules, that we gotta bale
anything we cut before we're done."
"Ok, what do I do?"
"First we eat lunch. By that time Dad'll be here to get you. After you get
back you can start raking while I finish mowing, and as soon as I get done
I'll hook on the baler and get started."
"Charlie?" Andy said as they sat and ate the lunch Karen had made, "I gotta
ask you something."
"Umphhhh?" Charlie responded, his mouth full of a large bite off an egg salad
sandwich, his favorite.
"I was just wondering... what do you do for fun?"
"Fun? Well, I farm a lot."
"I don't mean that. I mean... well, fun things."
"What kinda fun things?"
"You know, like basketball, football, that sorta thing. Like, boy things.
Recreation."
Charlie stopped eating and regarded his friend, his eyes roving up and down.
"Like I said, I farm. I can't imagine anything being any more fun. There's
always something new to do, always a new challenge, always something to fix. I
can't imagine anything being more fun than that. As for playing ball, I think
that's kinda a waste of time, especially when I do it. I can't throw a ball to
save my life, and the only thing I can hit with a bat is myself."
"But I saw a basketball net in the yard. Who uses that?"
"Dad put that there for me a couple years ago. I've tried it a few times, but
I'm no good at it, and it's just not important to me to be able to put a ball
into a hoop."
"You make it sound awfully stupid." Andy laughed.
"I don't mean to. For me it is stupid; but if you like that sorta thing, I
guess it makes sense."
Now it was Andy's turn to regard Charlie as they sat and ate. Charlie had
spread a small blanket he'd retrieved from his diaper bag on the ground and
had Andy change him, and was now sitting in his shortalls, crotch still
unsnapped, acting as normally as if he'd been fully dressed. He was painfully
cute, Andy thought for the millionth time, and he knew it. He wasn't conceited
about it, but there was no doubt that he knew it and enjoyed it. "But," he
said finally, "isn't there anything you do for... well... just to get away
from everything?"
Charlie grinned. "Yeah," he said, "I know where this conversation is going.
I've heard those things too. The shrinks say you gotta have a... a diversion
they call it. You gotta have something to take your mind off what you're
doing, even if you like it."
"Yeah, there's that. But it's also the exercise the doctors say we need."
"Exercise?" Charlie laughed. "You don't think I get enough exercise workin'
this old farm? Lugging hay bales, milking machines, buckets of grain? Puttin'
machines together and takin' them apart again?"
"But that's... that's work, Charlie."
"Same thing. I get lotsa exercise. As for the shrinks and their diversion, I
think they're nuts. If I was any happier I don't think I could stand it. I
love my life and everything about it. But I do like swimming, when I get the
chance, and fishing too. In fact after we get done tonight we should go
swimming, ok? There's a real great place right over there the other side of
those trees. It's an old spring fed quarry."
"That'd be great, Charlie, 'cept I don't have a bathing suit."
Charlie laughed heartily. "You mean you don't carry one around with ya all the
time?" he mocked. "Course you don't! Neither do I! You're on the farm now,
city boy. We always go naked. If Dad's here he'll go with us."
"He will? Naked?"
"Of course! He loves skinny dipping. He says it makes him feel like a boy
again."
"Don't you feel... er... funny, skinny dipping with your dad? I mean..."
"Andy, think about it! Half the people in my life have seen me naked! Most of
'em have watched me being changed, or done it themselves. My dad has changed
me thousands of times! Why would I feel funny swimming with him?"
"Yeah, I guess. I just never thought about it. I dunno if I could do it..."
"This time yesterday you didn't think you could take the cultivators off a
tractor, but you did."
"You guys loafing again!" Dennis called as he emerged from his car. The boys
had been so involved in conversation they didn't hear him drive up.
"We were just talkin'." Andy explained. "Charlie was using his simple logic on
me again, makin' things seem so obvious I feel stupid for not figuring it out
for myself."
"I hate when he does that!" Dennis chuckled. "And he does it all the time."
"Yeah, well..." Charlie answered defiantly, "right now logic tells me it's
time for you to get Andy to take that test an' get back here 'cause we got
twelve acres to finish mowing and baling."
"Yes, sir!" Dennis laughed as he snapped to attention and saluted his son. But
he knew Charlie was right, so he and Andy left without further talk.
Andy sat in the passenger seat of the car, marveling at how easy Dennis was to
talk to, how easy it was to call him Dad. As they drove to the examiner's
office, they talked about all sorts of things. Dennis asked if he was ready
for the test, to which he replied "Should be a piece of cake. Charlie is a
natural teacher." Dennis just agreed and smiled. He was obviously very proud
of his son and made no secret of it.
"One thing I don't understand," Andy observed. "You only have one son. I
woulda thought you'd have a whole herd of kids."
"We wanted to," Dennis answered. "But we only had two, and additional children
just didn't come. If I'd had my druthers we'd have a dozen. But there were
only two: Charlie and Garth."
"Garth? Charlie has a brother?"
"Yes and no. We lost Garth about three years ago."
"He died?"
"Not exactly. Sometimes I think it would've been better for him if he had
died. He was completely the opposite of Charlie: short attention span,
learning disability, and behavior that would test the patience of God
himself."
"But... what...?"
"He left home when he was twelve. He said he simply couldn't stand all our
rules. We were too strict, he said. So when Social Services got involved and
encouraged him to strike out on his own, he jumped at the chance."
"Where is he now?" Andy asked.
"We really don't know. Last time we heard he was in Raleigh. He had been in a
group home, then several foster homes, but none of them seemed to fit what he
wanted in a home."
"Funny," Andy observed, "Charlie never mentioned him."
"Not really. Andy, if you knew the abuse Charlie took from Garth, you'd be
shocked. Charlie's memories of Garth aren't very pleasant, but he was still
devasted when Garth left. He was beaten physically; he was constantly teased
about his diapers, about how he was the 'little kid' who couldn't do anything
right. He was the worst little crybaby you can imagine."
"Charlie?"
"Oh yeah! Charlie was not the boy then that he is now. Garth was totally out
of control, and all his wrath, all his frustration, were centered on Charlie.
It was as if he knew how special Charlie was and he was determined to destroy
him. So now Charlie has pretty well blocked him out of his mind. He admired
his big brother so much, but all he ever got from him was abuse."
They drove along in silence, then finally Dennis spoke again. "I still feel a
lot of guilt about Garth. I think, if only I'd done this or that, if only
I'd..."
"Look, Dad," Andy broke in, "uhhh sorry, I mean Dennis..."
"Dad'll do fine, if you're comfortable with it."
"I am, Dad. I don't know why, but I am very comfortable with it. But I was
gonna say, I've seen kids like that. We get 'em in the orphanage all the time,
and trust me, there's nothing you coulda done. I don't know how they get that
way, but I've seen a bunch of them and they're doomed. That's where street
people come from. They just can't seem to fit in anywhere for very long."
"The professionals call it Sociopathic," Dennis commented.
"Yeah. They just can't seem to relate to anybody. But you have no need to feel
guilty, Charlie is proof of that. He is one incredible kid."
"Yeah," Dennis smiled, "he is, isn't he?"
Charlie was just finishing his mowing when he saw Dennis and Andy pull off the
road, Andy at the wheel. He knew what that meant: Andy had passed his test. He
breathed a sigh of relief as he steered the tractor toward where the car was
parked. "You passed!" he called as they got out of the car.
"You ever have any doubts?" Andy called back, grinning.
"Nope, none! Congratulations anyway, dude. Man, you're awesome!" I'm awesome?
Andy thought to himself, "He thinks I'm awesome? The most impressive kid on
the face of the earth, and he thinks I'm awesome?"
"OK," Charlie the slave driver said as he fastened the straps of his shortalls
and hopped off the tractor, "time to get this mower off here, then put the
rake on and get to raking. We're behind and we gotta hurry or we'll never
finish before dark."
"Relax, Charlie," Dennis said, "I'm here to help for the rest of the day, and
I'm taking tomorrow off too."
"Really?" Charlie grinned at him. "Cool! That means you can go swimming with
us tonight, right?"
"Charlie, we're not gonna finish till late. Maybe tomorrow night."
Charlie the little boy was back in a flash. He didn't whine or throw a
tantrum, but the look on his face said it all: dejected, ignored, hard working
kid whose parents didn't care a flip for him. But he didn't argue as Andy had
expected. "Well," he said listlessly, "I better get to raking."
"On second thought," Dennis said, "a swim sounds pretty good to me. That ok
with you Andy?"
"You mean it?" Charlie said excitedly, the enthusiasm returning to his face.
"Sounds great!" Andy heard himself saying. He was totally floored, being
included in what was evidently a very special father/son event. "Ok Charlie,"
he added, "tell me what to do and lets get done."
"Help me get this danged mower off, then Dad'll show you how to set the baler
up while I get the raking started. Soon as I get a few windrows done it should
be dry enough for baling and you can get started."
There was a lot more to baling hay than Andy had imagined. Charlie explained
as they went, showing him the square baler that they were using now because
they would be selling the hay and the small bales were easier to handle. He
pointed out the rows of huge round bales that they used around the farm, how
they were quicker and easier but were less desirable for shipping. They, he
explained, had been the first crop. Andy soon learned to run the rake, so he
finished raking the inside of the field while Charlie began baling the
outside. Meanwhile Dennis gathered three field hands, another ancient Farmall
tractor and two wagons, and began loading the wagons so the bales could be
moved to a concrete pad for storage. The three worked as a well oiled machine
all day and into the evening. It was surprisingly hard work, Andy thought,
sitting on a tractor and doing his assigned task properly, but then he had the
added burden of glancing at Charlie every chance he got. Charlie had released
the straps on his shortalls again, and was wearing his straw hat that Andy
found so charming. The concentration was plainly visible on his face as he
tried to push the machine to the limit without overloading it.
It was almost 9 pm when they finally finished. The twelve acre field that had
been chest high with long grass was now reduced to stubble; it had had been
cut, raked, baled, and hauled to the storage pad and stacked. Dennis, Andy and
Charlie stood by the truck, surveying their handiwork. "That was a heck of a
day's work!" Dennis commented.
"Nuthin' to it," Charlie said. "Tomorrow we're gonna do twenty!" Before anyone
could comment, the CB radio in the truck crackled to life.
"Dennis, are you there?" came a female voice over the radio.
"Right here honey, How are ya?"
"I'm fine, but how are YOU? I was expecting you home hours ago."
"I'm here with the boys... we just finished up." THE BOYS! Andy thought. DAMN
that sounded good!
"So you'll be home in a few?" came the radio voice.
"Not for a little while yet. Us boys are going swimming in the quarry."
"Dennis, aren't you ever gonna grow up?"
"Hope not. I'll call when we're ready to leave."
"Ok dear. Are the boys all right?"
"They're fine. A little tired I think, but not too tired to try and beat the
old man into the pond."
Dennis' aspirations of being first into the water didn't have a chance. Before
he could put the CB mike back in its holder, Charlie was naked and Andy wasn't
far behind him. For the next hour they jumped and splashed, swam and frolicked
in the clear water of the old quarry. Andy, who had considered himself a fair
swimmer, discovered that Charlie and his dad were no beginners either. All
three, it seemed, were as much at home in the water as they were on dry land.
And all three thoroughly enjoyed being with each other, especially Andy.
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A Perfect Job | GAY, STRAIGHT, PENECTOMY, TESTICLES, NULLIFICATION | A cutter tells three stories of how he does his job. | I love my job. I get paid a lot to do it, but I’d do it for free.
I’m a cutter – I cut cocks and balls off of men. Usually it’s
voluntary, but sometimes it’s not.
I’m a pretty good looking guy with a nice build, in my late 20s. I
learned a lot from my former profession as a paramedic, where I got
to watch doctors at work in emergency rooms and ambulances. Over
time I also “borrowed” stuff that could come in handy – scalpels,
drugs, and other items.
It’s a word of mouth job, and I get calls all the time. Mostly it’s
guys wanting their nuts chopped off. Once in awhile, some dude
wants his dick removed. Every so often, though, I get a call to do
a job on some guy who isn’t so willing to lose his manhood.
Steve, 25
This was an unusual case. The order came in from a middle-aged guy,
a father who wanted to get even with somebody. Steve had raped his
daughter, then beaten the crap out of her. This boy was real smart –
he used a condom so there was no evidence to convict him. It was
her word against his, and so he was acquitted by a jury.
Her father decided to take justice into his own hands. He said he’s
pay me whatever I wanted, but he wanted Steve to lose his penis –
just his penis. That way, he’d still get horny but wouldn’t be able
to relieve himself. I had to admit it was a great plan, and this
bastard deserved what he was going to get.
I followed Steve around, learning where he liked to hang out. His
favorite place was this bar on the edge of town. I surveyed the
place, and found out the men’s room was right next to the back
door, which led to an alley. It was perfect. The following Friday,
I followed him to the bar, parked my van in the alley, and went
inside to stalk my prey.
After a few beers, Steve left to go to the men’s room. I waiting a
few seconds, then followed him in. He was standing at the urinal
taking a piss, alone. It was the last time he’d ever be able to do
that standing up. I walked up behind him and put my arm around his
chest, pressing a knife against his throat. “Don’t move or say a
sound, asshole,” I whispered in his ear. “Zip up your pants and
come with me.”
Steve complied, going out the back door with me still holding the
knife to his throat. Suddenly he grabbed my arm and spun me around.
But I’m a big guy, and Steve was only average in size. I kneed him
in the balls and punched him in the jaw, sending him onto his
back. “Do that again shithead, and I’ll cut your throat,” I said,
holding the blade to the side of his neck. The look of terror in
his eyes told me he wouldn’t try anything again.
I pushed him into the back of the van and swung the doors closed
behind me. I sat on his chest, pinning his arms to the floor of the
van, and reached over to a cooler I keep handy. A hypodermic needle
was in the top tray, filled with a powerful drug. I jabbed it into
his shoulder, and in a few seconds he was unconscious.
After handcuffing and gagging Steve, I drove to my house on the
other side of town. I pulled into my garage, and dragged his
drugged body into my “guest room”. This room was carefully
soundproofed, so that nobody outside the house can hear a thing. I
hoisted Steve onto an operating table I managed to steal from a
hospital in my last job. Then I went to work.
First I removed all his clothes. Steve was a great-looking young
guy, blond with a nice build. I could see why he was able to get
girls to trust him. When I pulled his pants off, I saw he had a
really nice uncircumcised cock. I’m gay myself, and really get off
on the male organ – especially when I’m cutting it off some guy.
I worked fast in case Steve regained consciousness. I put his feet
into stirrups, strapping his ankles securely into place. I pulled
two straps across his torso, pinning his chest firmly to the table.
His hands were handcuffed to the legs of the operating table. Now I
just needed to wait for him to wake up.
“What are you doing?” he shouted a half hour later, when the drug
finally wore off. He started bucking wildly, but soon realized I
had made it impossible for him to get up. I walked up and
smiled. “Hi there Steve. I’ve been hired to send a message to you.
It’s from Linda’s dad.” His eyes widened in terror at the name of
his victim.
I continued talking as I unwrapped a catheter and hooked it to a
collection bag. “This is the story, Steve. Linda’s dad wants to
make sure you never hurt another young lady. So I’m going to cut
off your cock.” He started screaming, so I stopped what I was doing
and got a ball gag. With much trouble, I managed to pry open his
mouth and gag him.
“This is a catheter, Steve. I’m going to put it down your cock and
into your bladder. After I cut off your cock. It will keep the
urethra open so you can still piss. By the way, you’re going to
have to squat to piss from now on, just like those girls you like
to abuse.”
I have to admit I was getting off on telling Steve what I was
planning to do. It was part of his punishment. I thought about the
fear Linda had felt when Steve raped and beat her up. Steve was
only getting what he deserved.
After pushing the catheter in and watching the piss flow up the
tube, I started scrubbing Steve’s cock with a brown disinfectant. I
noticed his cock was growing hard, which made me smile. So many
guys really get turned on by the idea of losing their dicks. It’s
not my idea of fun, but hey, who am I to judge? My kick is cutting
off cocks.
Finally, everything was in place. “I’ve got an anaesthestic in my
bag, Steve, but I’m not gonna use it on you. You’re gonna feel
every cut. When your cock is gone, you’ll know it!” Steve’s eyes
were wide, and he frantically tried to yank his arms free, but I
had tied him up good.
I grasped his cock, which by now had gotten very erect. The tube
snaking from his slit was carrying piss out of his body to a
collection bag. Steve was whimpering and sobbing, but I ignored
that. I’m a professional, after all. I can’t let a little thing
like a few tears stop me.
Steve jerked and tried to scream as the sharp point of the scalpel
bit into the base of his cock. I usually do this pretty fast, but
today I was in no hurry. I withdrew the scalpel and watched a few
drops of blood ooze from the small gash. I smeared a gloved finger
into the blood and held it up for Steve to see. He was sobbing and
desperately trying to escape his bonds. I noticed my own cock had
gotten hard watching the whole scene.
Back to business. I pressed the scalpel back into the lower part of
the penis, pushing it through until I felt it touch the catheter.
Then I started slicing around the circumference of the shaft.
Steve’s muffled screams and jerking movements were non-stop now. I
almost started to feel sorry for the poor bastard. Almost.
It took only about five minutes to finish severing the cock
completely. I lifted it up and away from Steve’s body, and pulled
it over the catheter tube until it was free. “Here’s it is Steve,”
I said, holding the cock up for him to see. “Say goodbye forever.”
I tossed the useless organ into a trash basket next to the bed.
There’s not much more to tell. After the penectomy, I jabbed Steve
with a needle that knocked him out. I cleaned him up and dressed
him, and put him back in the van. I dumped him in the alley of the
bar where I had kidnapped him. I figured somebody would find his
pretty soon.
There was nothing Steve could do. They never found his cock, so
they couldn’t re-attach it. He had no idea where the surgery was
performed, so I was beyond his reach. He accused Linda’s father of
arranging the penectomy, but there was no evidence for the police
to act on. Steve was fucked – something he’d never do to some girl
again.
Jonathan, 19
This kid was hard core. He wanted the whole package from me – cock,
balls, even his nipples! Money was no object. And nothing I said
could talk him out of it, too.
I couldn’t figure this boy out. He was absolutely beautiful. He had
the face of a catalog model, and a body to match. I didn’t want to
nullify him, I wanted to fuck him!
I always try to talk my clients out of it, just to make sure
they’re really serious. A lot of guys chicken out when I get down
to the nuts and bolts (pun intended), but Jon was dead set on
nullification. “I’ve wanted this done for years. I like my cock and
balls, but I just gotta lose them. I can’t explain it.”
Why the nipples too? “Because my tits are the most sensitive part
of my body. I can cum just from playing with them. So it wouldn’t
make sense to keep them after I lose my cock and balls.”
So a few days later Jon showed up at my house for his surgery. He
came in a muscle shirt that showed off his fabulous arms and chest,
and wearing tight jeans that clung to his bubble butt. His cock and
balls were easily visible. Man, I wanted this boy so bad.
He peeled off his clothes, and I saw he had rings in both nipples,
and a big Prince Albert ring through the head of his dick. He
walked into my operating room, his long cock swinging back and
forth. He just looked so hot that I made him an offer. “One last
time, kid. Any way you like it.” He smiled and said, “Okay. Fuck me
while I jerk myself off.” I didn’t need another invitation.
In a flash, I was kneeling between his spread legs, my cock ready
to go. This boy was a real bottom – I penetrated his ass easy. His
dick was hard just as quickly, and he started jerking his hand up
and down. “Pull my nipple rings,” he begged. I did what he asked,
but he started yelling, “harder. Pull them harder. Twist them too.”
After a few minutes he closed his eyes and jerked his cock
faster. “Oh fuck, yeah,” he yelled, and a big jet of cum shot from
his piss hole. I was right behind him, shooting my spunk into his
ass.
Since he was already in place, I quickly got up, put my pants back
on, and started to strap him down. He didn’t move at all. Before
long he was tied down good, his legs wide apart and his cock and
balls ready to be lopped off. I wrapped my hand around them, and
thought, “what a shame.”
I went about my business cleaning him up and removing his Prince
Albert before catherizing him. Then I injected pain killer into his
crotch and nipples. He flinched a few times from the shots, but
before long he was numb in all the right places.
This was only the second time I had taken a guy’s tits, so I was
extra careful. I used a small scalpel to cut around the nipples,
and before long both of them were sitting on the steel tray, their
rings still in them. I bandaged his chest and then went on to the
main event.
Normally I just chop off the cock, the way I did with Steve, but
since Jon was totally numb I took my time. First I sliced off the
head, then cut vertically up and down the shaft. Before too long
only the catheter was protruding from Steve’s crotch. After
stitching him up, I moved onto his scrotum.
It was a beautiful set of balls hanging in that sack. I just hated
it when I stuck the scalpel in and started slicing around his
ballbag. Before too long his two balls were dangling free from the
scrotum. I took one of the grayish white orbs in my left hand, and
snipped it off. A few slices later, and Jon’s last piece of manhood
was in my hand, cut free from his wounded body. The boys was a
total neuter now.
I stitched him up as best as I could, and directed him to a
hospital where they could do to the reconstructive surgery. He’s
have to have a pisshole made down by his anus. I gave him a shot of
painkiller, helped him dress, and sent him on his way. “Thanks,
guy,” he smiled, and kissed me on lips. Damn, if he wasn’t a
complete eunuch I would’ve asked him for a date right then and
there.
Richard, 37
This was pure case of jealousy. Philip contacted me and we met for
coffee. It seems his boyfriend Richard was cheating on him big
time. He had found plenty of incriminating evidence on Richard’s
computer – the cheating bastard had been making dates over the
Internet for months. “I want you to take his balls,” Philip said.
I thought the solution was a little drastic for the situation, but
I’m a professional. I collected half my fee from Philip, and made
my plans. Philip gave me a picture of Richard, and I was impressed.
Although the guy was close to 40, he still looked plenty hot.
A few days later I contacted Richard through the Internet, using
information given to me by Philip. “8-inch cock looking for same,”
I wrote. “I want to wrap my lips around around your big dick.
Tonight.”
We made a date at the local coffee house, and a few hours later he
showed up. I found myself really attracted to Richard. After some
chit-chat, I suggested we go back to my place for some drinks. He
quickly agreed.
It was pretty obvious that we’d be fucking around the moment we got
through the door. I wasn’t mistaken. Richard peeled off his clothes
in just a few seconds, and I was right behind him. The guy had just
a beautiful cock, and it was hard the second I touched it. This was
going to be fun.
After a little cocksucking, I found myself on my back in bed with
my feet in the air. Normally I don’t bottom, but I thought I’d give
Richard a break. It hurt like hell when he first started fucking
me, but I began to loosen up and enjoy it. He lasted a long time
before grunting and shooting his spunk up my ass. He didn’t know
it, but that would be his last time.
Now it was my turn. I grabbed his ankles and rested them on my
shoulders. I stuck a greased finger up his ass and loosened him up.
Then I pressed the head of my dick into his anus, and sank into him
up to my balls.
I really enjoyed fucking Richard, and he seemed to like being
fucked. After awhile I felt him tighten his ass around my cock, and
I shot my wad into him. I collapsed on top of him, breathing hard.
Then I reached under the bed, grabbed a hypodermic, and jabbed it
into his thigh.
“What the fuck?” he shouted, but in a few seconds he rolled over
and was asleep. I quickly strapped him down and gave him another
shot of narcotic. He’d be out a long time.
I took some tape and taped Richard’s cock to his stomach. Then I
made an incision in the right side of his ballbag, and started
squeezing his sack. After a minute, the testicle popped out of the
hole. I tied off the stalk and then snipped the ball free. A few
minutes later, I repeated the procedure on the left side. “Bye,
bye, baby,” I said, as Richard’s last ball dropped into my hand.
A week later, I met Philips at the same coffee house. “Here’s the
rest of the cash,” he said, dropping an envelope on the table. “And
here’s what you asked for,” I answered, handing him a small box. He
opened the top and looked inside – a perfectly matched pair of
balls. “A pleasure doing business with you,” he said, smiling and
putting the box into his briefcase. “Any time,” I answered, smiling
back.
END |
For Your Own Good Part 1 | GAY, PENECTOMY, TESTICLES, NULLIFICATION, MINOR | Picture it - you're a boy. You're a criminal. Everyone is DONE with you. The IO Rehab Facility owns you now. Your cell mates are various types of eunuchs. You're not. Yet. The guards are former inmates. There's no way out, you're lost inside the complex. All you have to do is be a good boy ... until you turn 18 and they MIGHT let you out. | Michael sat in his seat on the bus with his head pressed up
against the glass, watching the shoulder of the highway and the
brown, dead grass flying by in a blur. For him, it was not an
uncommon passtime. In all his years of riding the school bus, he
had done the same thing. Whenever the bus hit a bump, his head
would bang on the glass and his teeth would rattle. No one talked
to him then, just as no one was talking to him now. In fact, no
one on the bus was talking at all. It was not a happy group; of
course, they were not on a happy trip. Michael sighed. The boring
shoulder scenery blurred by.
He wasn’t looking forward to the end of the journey, though.
As uncomfortable as the seat was, or as cold as the bus was, he was
in no hurry to disembark once they arrived. He also imagined that
no one else was either. Again, he sighed. This was no dumb field
trip for school. It wasn’t even the same dull ride to his own
school. Michael and the others on the bus were all going to a new
school, and wouldn’t be going home for quite some time. His heart
skipped a beat as he felt the driver let off the gas, but they
still had some way to go - it was merely a busy intersection and
red light. As the bus came to a stop, two men in uniform with
weapons stood up, as did two at the back. The stoplight turned
green, and Michael bent over to scratch at the manacle that was
chaffing his ankle.
He then turned back to his own melancholy thoughts, staring out
once more through the tight patterned chicken wire embedded in the
glass of the window.
He closed his eyes after the blurring view began to make him
nauseous. Thoughts of the fact that it might all be a bad dream
kept coming to mind, but he knew better. He had been caught once
too often - screwed up one too many times. He had run out of
warnings, and his parents had had it with him. At the seasoned old
age of 13, Michael was a convicted criminal. “It’s not like I
murdered anybody,” he muttered under his breath, hoping that no one
else heard him. He had stolen a few glances around the bus from
time to time during the interminable ride, but had been met with
only frightening, leering stares in return. Michael couldn’t help
but wonder - was the heavyset boy in the seat in front of him a
rapist? Was the dark Latino boy behind him a murdering gang-
banger? The looks inherent in those return stares spoke to him.
He was the smallest boy on the bus, sitting alone.
Michael had been brought up in a poor family, and his
upbringing had been a bit short on morals and ethics. He also
realized that a small built, blond haired, gray eyed boy that
hadn’t even sprouted that first hair yet was a prime target -
especially at an all boys’ school. The stares from the other
riders confirmed it. While not overburdened with morals, he was
very well educated in street life. Those stares were telling him
that he was in for a very rough time of it. And they had told him
in court that it was all going to be for his own good…
It started out as petty thefts, candy from the convenience
stores, then moved up to larger items like shoes, clothes, CD’s and
the like. For a while, Michael had had a pretty good run at it.
The first time he had gotten caught, he had been let off with a
warning. The second time he had been given probation and a fine as
well. The fine had sent his father into a rage, and earned him an
extraordinary beating. His mother, as usual, didn’t seem to care.
Over time, however, Michael’s targets went from things he could
use, such as shoes and clothes and food, over the line into things
that he could sell. His friends, if one could call them that,
turned into something little more than the gang of street thieves
from a Dickensian novel. There were arrests and a few short stays
in juvenile hall, but none of it had amounted to much more than a
slap on the wrist. He didn’t have any real friends, his parents
didn’t seem to care, so Michael was pretty much left to his own
diversions and survival. Eventually, due to lack of interest on
his parents’ part, he had been taken into foster care. It was the
truck caper that had landed him where he was now - sitting on a
cold bus, in chains, on his way to his new school/home: The IO Long-
term Rehab Center for Boys. Michael thought back to his probation
officer, all of his warnings, and realized just a bit late that Mr.
Donovan had been right.
Again, he sighed as the bus took an off-ramp. What the hell
did “IO” mean anyway?
He could still hear Donovan’s soft voice, whispering at the
table in court, “You’ve run out of options, Mikey.” He HATED to be
called Mikey, “You’re in for it this time, little man. I’ve done
all I can for you, and I’ll be damned if I am going to stick my ass
out for your sake again. Heisting that truck damn near cost ME my
career, with you being out on MY word and all. You’re out of
appeals, you’re out of time. Don’t be surprised if that bitch on
the bench up there sends you to ‘IO’ for this one. Your record
stretches back seven years, boy! This is it. I can’t help you
anymore.”
And indeed, he didn’t. The Honorable Judge Ketty Garner had
read over Michael’s record, sighed, and stared at him over the rims
of her glasses. “Do you think I’m stupid?”
she had asked the boy. He hadn’t answered. She had told him that
that was a wise choice. Michael could still see her, hear her
damning words. “It is the decision of this court that Michael
Thomas Baines be taken from his foster home, the third one he’s
been in, and placed in the custody of the State. He will be taken
to the ‘IO’ center to be schooled and boarded there until the age
of 18, when at such time his progress and therapies will be
reviewed to see if he is fit to return to society as peaceful, law
respecting citizen. At such time, if he is found NOT to be, then
he will remain in the ‘IO’ graduate ward and trained in a suitable
career for the State - to make up for his crimes and until his
salary pays off what he owes for his rehabilitation. His future
beyond that point will be left up to his counselors at ‘IO’.” And
then she had glared at him. He still shivered when remembered that
harsh face. “It’ll be for your own, good Michael.”
Michael had heard rumors about IO. He had talked with
his “friends” about it more than once, but what they had all heard
was the stuff that urban legends were made of. Rumors of physical
torture, mind control, and coming out like a zombie were only the
finer points of the discussions. He could feel the bus slowing,
and he raised his scruffy looking blonde head to see the fences
rolling by. He watched in stunned amazement for a long time. The
fences were silver and shiny, and stretched for miles. Behind the
first tall fence was a strip of broken glass, glittering in the
cold winter sunlight like some small river from a crazy nightmare -
as if daring someone to imitate Jesus and to just try and walk
across it. Beyond the glass was another fence, topped in curls of
razor wire. There was a neatly mowed bit of lawn behind that
fence, and behind the lawn was another fence. It had heavy looking
insulators at each wooden post and a sign here and there that
read “DANGER - HIGH VOLTAGE - DON’T ASK HOW HIGH.”
“Punishment that fits the crime, huh?” he thought to
himself, “Looks like a federal pen to me. God, all I did was steal
a truck.”
And then the sign came into view - tall and imposing, its
letter painted dark red. Michael noted that there was run in the
paint of the “I”, and it looked as if the “I” were bleeding. A
chill passed through his slight frame as the bus stopped at the
front gate. A rather burly looking black man in a gray uniform
stepped out from the guard shack to meet the bus. He was carrying
a large gun and wore polished black leather boots that shone. His
step was confident, almost military. He also wore a headset of
some type, and a knit cap of the same shade of gray on his head.
He touched the earpiece and nodded, speaking into the mic. Then he
approached the bus. The driver handed him a clipboard, and one of
the guards at the front of the bus got off. They spoke for a bit,
then the bus pulled on in. More of the huge men came out from a
building behind a high watchtower. All of them were dressed alike,
in perfect uniform and armed to the teeth.
Michael began to get the feeling that this was no prison for
little kids. He had visited an uncle in federal lockup once, and
this place reminded him of that very well. He realized that he was
sweating. He stole a quick glance around him, and the return leer
fom the heavyset youth across the aisle made him quickly turn his
head back to the line-up of guards. One of them was boarding the
bus.
“OK kiddies, listen up,” the muscular man shouted, “Welcome to
your new home at IO. You will quietly, and in an ORDERLY fashion
get off this limo and line up next to it. No talking. No
leaning. No rubber-necking. You will face me at all times as I
call out your names. When you recognize your own name, you will
follow the guard who comes to you into the building just over
there.” He pointed across the parking lot. “You will listen, but
not talk. You will conduct yourselves as gentlemen. Your escort
will have you checked in, and then a Staff member will take you
from there. Any deviation from this practice will result in swift
kicks, hard slaps, and overall beatings. Any questions?”
Michael shook his head vigoruosly, beginning to tremble.
“And as a side light there, Mr. Goldylocks,” the large black
guard smiled, “You will all be given haircuts. I am sure you’ll
all grow to adore them.” At that point, the guard touched his
headset again and said, “New prisoners disembarking.”
Behind him, someone laughed a short snicker.
Michael felt his stomach turn.
The guard moved faster than anyone he had ever seen before,
especially for someone so big. He literally flew down the aisle of
the bus. He stopped a few seats back from Michael and with one
massive arm, lifted the boy who had laughed out of his seat. The
boy’s chained legs dangled underneath of him as the guard shook
him. “What IS so funny, son?” he demanded.
The boy, obviously thinking that this was just another
judicial system joke, sneered at the guard. “What? I laughed. So
what? It was funny. Whatcha gonna do, kill me for it?” he asked
defiantly.
The black man stared at the boy for a moment, then calmly
replied, “No, white boy, I am not gonna kill you. You be wishin’ I
did when I get done, but I won’t.” And with that remark and one
fluid and graceful movement of his shoulder, he brought the butt of
his gun straight up into the boy’s crotch. There was a terrible
thudding sound and a muffled pop, and the guard unceremoniously
dropped the gasping and choking boy to the floor of the bus. He
promptly curled up into a ball and continued to gasp and sob.
“Now THAT be funny,” the guard announced, “And all sighs and
groans of compassion are hereby excused.” His grammar seemed to
swing from perfect English to street talk at the drop of a hat.
Michael watched him, watched his bulk move smoothly, and thought of
his own scrawny frame.
“Wish I was that big,” he thought silently.
They all disembarked slowly and lined up as told. No one
wanted a repeat performance of the lead guard’s neat nut cracking
trick. Two of the other guards carried the boy, who had passed
out, off of the bus and into a side building. The ankle chains
made it a bit hard for them all to walk, and Michael had to take
very small steps. The guards didn’t seem to mind. When his name
was called, Michael stepped forward, with his head down, and
followed the guard who gestured to him. The man was also black, as
most of the perimeter guards seem to be. He was also built,
Michael thought, like a brick wall. His slow pace didn’t seem to
bother the guard, who followed along beside him patiently. “What’d
YOU do, Golden boy?” the guard asked, tousseling Michaels unruly
hair. Michael didn’t answer.
“You have my permission, little boy,” the mountain of a man
replied in a rumbling baritone that spoke volumes.
“Stole a truck with my friends. Wrecked it. Hit a car. Hurt
some lady real bad.”
Michael was amazed at how fast it came out. He also found himself
thinking that since the lady had NOT been killed, that he didn’t
deserve this kind of treatment. The guard laughed.
“You must have a record a mile long, boy, to wind up here.”
“Theft, curfew violations, and stuff,” he murmured.
The guard nodded and laid a large, calloused hand on the boy’s
shoulder. Michael flinched, but kept walking.
“Jumpy, huh?” the guard asked, “Well you got reason to be.”
Michael kept his head down and shrugged. His escort opened
the door when they came to it, and pushed the boy through
it. “Welcome to IO, Golden boy. Enjoy your stay. I’m sure
somebody is gonna enjoy it!” And with that, he slammed the door.
Michael heard the lock tumblers roll over, and the lights went dim.
“MICHAEL BAINES?” a voice called out in the dim
light, “Proceed down the hall and turn left at the first open
door. Do not look around, just go in and sit and wait.” He did
just that. The room was the only one open and lit. There was a
small chair in the center of the room, and another closed door.
The first door had an automated closer, and it closed behind the
frightened boy and locked. “REMOVE YOUR CLOTHES AND SIT IN THE
CHAIR,” the disembodied voice ordered. Michael popped the snaps of
his breakaway pants up the legs and removed them. He pulled his T-
shirt off and kicked off his shoes. He then pulled his socks off
and sat. The room was chilly. “EVERYTHING,” the voice ordered.
Michael looked around, and hesitated. Slowly, he pulled off
his briefs and sat, naked and humiliated, in the chair. He waited,
staring at the short-chained manacles that bound his legs. And he
waited.
The room was only about nine feet by nine feet, and the walls
were plain and gray. The floor and ceiling matched, with only the
lines of the doorframes and the flat ceiling light for
differences. There were no sounds, no drafts, but the room seemed
to be getting colder. Michael put his hands over his small,
undeveloped genitals and pulled his legs up under him. He flinched
as the cold metal of the chain touched his skin, and he could feel
his balls pulling up, seeking warmth. He waited. At some point,
frightened and shivering, he fell asleep.
When he awoke, it was to a real voice that came from right
behind him. Startled, he fell out his chair and landed in a heap
on the plain, hard floor. The voice belonged to a man of average
size, white, with a flattop haircut and wearing a set of green
medical scrubs. He looked at his watch, then at his clipboard, and
then at Michael. The boy, embarrassed at being frightened and at
being seen naked, blushed to this hairline. The stranger paused
and looked down at him. “Well, aren’t you a scrawny one?” he asked.
Michael stared back, then remembering the insolent boy on the bus,
looked away. The stranger laughed, and bent down to offer his
hand. Michael got up slowly and clasped his hands behind his back,
refusing to meet the stranger’s gaze. “Come now, Michael - it says
here - I’m not going to hurt you. Well, at least not yet until we
examine you and the shots are going to hurt, but, in the meantime,
if you’ll follow me, please.”
And with that, the stranger in the scrubs turned and opened
the opposite door. He waited. Michael, still embarrassed, made
his way slowly to the door and stepped through into a room that was
much warmer and well lit. It looked like an ordinary doctor’s
office, complete with toilet facilities and a shower, all out in
plain sight. Michael wondered at the lack of guard, after the
ordeal on the bus. This man wasn’t half as big as the guards had
all been. He wondered if the other boys were in similar
circumstances, and how the boy with the busted balls was doing. He
was too afraid to ask, however.
“OK, Mikey, can I call you Mikey?” the man asked.
The boy hid his anger and shrugged. He hated that name.
“All right, my reticent young friend, let me inform you of
some things before we start. My name is Ned. I am a physician’s
assistant, very nearly a real doctor, and I’ll be examining and
prepping you for your stay here. As you know by now, you are a
ward of the State. For all practical purposes, IO owns you. I
don’t know what you’ve heard on the outside, but it’s probably all
true - maybe even worse. But for now, we’re going to take off
those manacles and you are going to take a shower.”
Michael didn’t move. Ned sighed and unlocked the chains,
tossed them aside, and pushed the boy into the shower area. “Wash
thoroughly, please. My, you ARE puny, aren’t you?” he observed,
making a few notes.
Michael continued to scrub himself, soaking up the hot water
and steam. He slowly began to relax. He had his eyes closed
washing his hair when he felt a sting in his butt.
“Owww!” he yelled.
He heard Ned laugh as the soap stung his eyes. The PA, as his
scrubs indicated, was standing just out of the reach of the water
spray and holding a spent needle. “You were overdue for a tetanus
booster, it says here,” he said urbanely.
Michael grunted and continued to wash his hair. He also
realized that he was under threat of a haircut and that he also had
to pee very badly. As if sensing this fact, or perhaps it was from
experience, Ned threw him a towel and a cup. “Pee in the cup, you
know the drill, finish your business in the drain hole. Dry off
and hop up on the table. Oh, please,” Ned continued in a lilting
and pained voice, “I’m a doctor, or will be, and it’s a routine
exam, for Christs’s sake. The horrific tortures don’t start until
much later and then only IF you’re a bad boy. I HAVE to examine
you and this is no time for modesty.”
The boy sighed and did as he was told. Ned took his vitals,
made notes, poked and felt here and there, checked for hernias,
etc. Just as he had said, it was a routine exam. Michael began to
relax a bit as Ned scribbled notes. He murmured to himself, “Boy
seems to be a mute as well.”
“I am not,” Michael blurted without thinking, immediately
looking around and tensing up in fear of reprisal.
“My God, it speaks,” Ned observed. “Mikey, you can talk to
me. You’re going to be seeing a lot of me, and you have to talk in
your classes and to your counselors. The front gate thing is
different, chance of escape and all. The guards love to scare the
new boys and rough them up a bit, but they haven’t killed anyone
yet, nor cut his tongue out, you know.”
“They hit this boy in the balls,” Michael replied in a whisper.
Ned nodded. “Yep. Had to castrate the poor kid a few hours
ago. That’s why I was late getting to you, sorry. Busted both of
them, bloody mess. I hate castrations,” he stated with a strange
look on his face. He glanced at Michael, who had begun to get hard
at the word ‘castration.’ Ned grinned. Michael blushed again. He
then realized that he had been totally naked in front of this
fellow, and Doctor or not, it bothered him.
“He got his balls cut off?” Michael asked in a choked voice.
Ned nodded. “Not the first, won’t be the last. There wasn’t
much choice though, and really in the end it will be for his own
good. Simple, routine procedure actually.”
“Are we almost done, sir?” the boy asked, placing his hands
over his crotch.
“No, Mikey, we’re not. In fact, we’re just getting started.
This is the part you aren’t going to like, I’m afraid,” Ned replied
in that same soft, flowing voice. He also scribbled some more
notes. He then rolled his chair over to the desk area, and pulled
out a small wristband of some type with coded data all over it.
There was even a large UPC-type code on it, for scanning Michael
assumed. “Hold out your arm,” he said. Michael did that. The ID
bracelet snapped onto his wrist, and fit snuggly. He couldn’t make
sense of what it said, all except for the letters ‘MICHAELB_E-t-
13pp’. The rest looked like gibberish. The bracelet felt heavy,
and it was cold. It was obviously made out of metal inside and
sealed over in some sort of clear shell.
“What does all this mean?” he asked, looking it all over and
trying to read it.
“I’ll explain it later, Mikey. Right now, we have to tend to
the more unpleasant parts of your exam. Have you even had a rectal
temp or exam, or an enema?”
The boy shook his head, his thick blonde hair falling damply
in his eyes.
“You know what they are?” Ned asked.
Michael nodded and looked down. “Yea,” he murmured, “Do we
have to?”
Ned nodded back. “Yes, Mikey, we do. IO procedure.
Everything checked. For what it’s worth, I’m sorry. But, it’s
nothing we all haven’t had done before. Now, roll over on your
stomach,” Ned ordered, putting on a pair of rubber gloves.
“You’re not gonna castrate ME are you?” Michael asked, his
voice pleading.
“No, Mikey, now roll over.”
The thermometer, Michael thought, wasn’t too bad. It felt
cold and strange going in, but it didn’t hurt. He was advised that
his temperature was 97.3 degress. He agreed that it was cold. Ned
turned the heat up. When he came back, he picked up a tube of
lubricant and spread it over two of the fingers of his gloved left
hand. Michael watched him, unsure of what to expect. Ned seemed
to notice it.
“What I am going to do next is, well, to be blunt, I am going
to stick a finger up your ass and check out what’s in there. It
won’t feel too good, but it won’t hurt, so to speak, but it WILL be
uncomfortable. If it does hurt HURT, like really sharp pain, then
let me know. That’s a sign something’s wrong. All right?”
Michael took a deep breath and nodded, tensing up.
“Don’t DO that. Relax.”
Michael tried, and failed. He gasped as Ned inserted a
finger, and began to move it around. As he had said, it didn’t
hurt like a cut or a hit would, but it definitely didn’t feel
good. Michael groaned. “Just a bit more,” Ned offered, almost
there. Everything feels normal, nothing missing, no blood, that’s
good…” and then his finger hit the boy’s prostate. He paused. He
moved it around a bit and pressed.
The boy closed his eyes tightly, not understanding thesudden
surge of pleasure he felt. He felt his penis getting hard, and
didn’t understand why. Of course he knew what an ass-fuck was, but
he’d never had it done before. He’d also never understood why
anyone would want one. Until then. Whatever Ned was touching felt
good, in a strange way. And whatever it was, Ned seemed to be
paying a great deal of attention to it.
“You OK?” he asked the boy.
“No,” Michael whined softly, afraid to answer truthfully, and
still not understanding.
“Liar,” Ned replied, pulling out his finger. The sensation
stopped, fading off slowly. “Well, feels normal to me.
Fortunately for you, you only have to endure that every six
months.” And with that, he pulled his gloves off and began
assaulting his computer. After a few minutes, as Michael watched
him enter this and that at amazing speed, the computer beeped and
shot out a print. Ned read over it and smiled. “Congratulations,
Mikey, other than being a bit undernourished - which I’m sure you
blood test will confirm - you’re in perfect health. A bit small,
but healthy. Have to make sure you get some extra vitamins and
some HGH I think.”
“What’s that?” the boy asked timidly, unsure of what to expect
next.
“Human growth hormone, perfectly safe. You just need a kick
in the butt, so to say, I think. Speaking of which, head on over
to the shower again. I hate to do this, but exam procedure says
you have to be clean inside AND out before we proceed.”
Michael sighed and got up and did as he was told. Ned seemed
nice enough, and very professional, but he still remembered the
guards, the bus, and the leering looks he had gotten. After the
exam, however, he wasn’t quite as scared as he had been of what
might happen. That in itself scared him more, though. He had
somewhat enjoyed what Ned had done to him, and he didn’t understand
why. As far as he knew, taking something up the ass and liking it
made you gay, and he didn’t want to be gay. Or at least he didn’t
think he did.
When he reached the shower area again, Ned told him to pull on
the two black handles that were sticking out of the wall below the
towel rack. He did that, and a waist level padded bench slid out
from a slot in the wall. The legs folded down and it looked sturdy
enough. “Lie down on your back and relax,” Ned told him, rummaging
through a cabinet. He did that. The bench was padded and quite
comfortable. The heat was also rising, and felt better than he had
since he had boarded the cold bus. He watched as Ned rooted around
in the cabinet. Eventually he produced a bottle of something
white, a box of salt, and two bright red rubber bags. He also had
a length of plastic tubing.
“Make yourself useful and pull UP on the knob at the foot of
the bench,” Ned asked.
Michael sat up and did as he was told. The knob extended, in
segments, into a metal pole that rose up about three feet above the
bench. There was a small notch in the pole as well near the
top. “You know what we’re going to do?” Ned asked. The boy nodded.
Although he had never had an enema, he knew what they
were. “Well?” Ned asked.
“You fill the bag full of hot soapy water and stick the tube
up my butt. The water goes in me and makes me go,” the boy replied.
“Right you are. As before, it isn’t really painful. A few
cramps maybe, but nothing too severe. You know this is going to
take a while, right?”
The boy nodded and lay back down on the padded bench with a
sigh. He wasn’t looking forward to it, but he also remembered the
prostate check. He didn’t know what to expect. Ned had put on
fresh gloves and had filled both bags with water. To one he added
soap, to the other he added salt. He attached the tubing and hung
the bag with the soap up on the pole. Then he carefully lubricated
the nozzle, which Michael thought to be a bit large, and the boy’s
anus as well. He let a bit of water out of the tube, then clamped
it shut again. “Roll over onto your left side,” he said. Michael
obeyed, and felt the nozzle being pushed against, and then into
him. It didn’t hurt as he’d expected. It felt slick and warm.
Gently, Ned continued to insert it until it felt like it had fit
into place. He then clicked the clamp open. “Here is comes,” he
said.
Michael was not ready for the sensation of being filled with
warm water. At first it just felt like water, but then he felt
like he had to go badly. He held it. “Good, hold it in,” Ned
said, pushing the tubing in a bit farther. Michael felt like he
was blowing up like a balloon. He looked up and saw the bag
flattening at the top. The warm, soapy water was filling him, and
he found that it wasn’t too unpleasant. He closed his eyes and
tried his best to hold it. He didn’t want it to last too long,
though. “Almost halfway there,” he hear Ned say. THAT got his
attention.
“Halfway?” he asked in shock.
Ned laughed. “Yes, Mikey, halfway. That’s a two-quart bag.
And when it’s all inside of you, you have to hold it for as long as
you can. Then you can go, IF you make it for at least five
minutes.” The bag continued to flatten out. “Then,” Ned
continued, “you get a salt water rinse. Then another, then
another. Until you’re clean. This could have to be done up to
five or six times, since it’s your first.” The bag was almost
empty, and the first cramp hit him. Michael cried out and began to
double up, but Ned pushed him back down and began to massage his
distended stomach. The cramp subsided. “Just a bit longer,” he
said, pulling out the nozzle.
“I can’t,” the boy replied, “I have to go NOW!”
Ned sighed. “OK, ok, go. We’ll just soap you again, I
guess.”
Michael just made it to the commode before he lost it. The
cramps had hit again. But the relief he felt was wonderful. Then
he thought of going through it again, five or six times as Ned had
said. He sighed, explosively.
As he had promised, Ned repeated the procedure over and over.
Each time, it became easier. Michael also found that it wasn’t
totally unpleasant. The sensation of that nozzle against his
prostate and the warm water actually felt good. Finally, after his
sixth salt-water fill, Ned pronounced the procedure done. Michael
was made to shower again while Ned spoke to someone on the phone.
He couldn’t hear what Ned was saying over the sound of the running
water, though. When he was done and dried off, Ned looked him
over. “Puny,” he muttered, “All right, let’s go. Follow me. No
chains this time.”
“Uh, where we goin’?” Michael asked nervously, looking down at
his small naked form.
“Out where we came in and across the hall to get you some
clothes. Don’t worry, no one will see you. Everyone else is
probably busy undergoing the same thing you are, more or less,” Ned
replied. Michael wondered where the laughing boy who had gotten
his balls busted was, but he assumed the boy was in the infirmary
out cold. He didn’t mention it though. The thought of having his
balls cut off as well was still fresh in his mind. Ned was still
talking as they exited the exam room and the waiting area. They
crossed the hall and entered another room, somewhat larger than the
first.
This room was also gray all around, but it had cabinet doors
in one wall and a small bench. It also had a counter and a
comptuer terminal. Ned motioned the naked boy to have a seat, and
began rummaging through a cabinet. He produced a white T-shirt, a
pair of ankle length white socks, and a white sweatsuit. The
sweatshirt was hooded, with no string, and had a red IO emblem on
the back. It also said “Mikey” in red letters over the left
breast. Michael cringed. Ned handed him the clothing, piece by
piece, scanning a UPC code not unlike the one on his bracelet.
Then Ned scanned the bracelet. Michael dressed and sat back down,
feeling much better to be clothed again.
“Welcome to IO, MICHAELB_E-t-13pp’,” a mechanical sounding
voice said, once the bracelet was scanned. “Please proceed to the
door in this room marked G1 and wait there.”
Michael looked around and at the door. Then he looked at Ned
and shook his head.
Ned led him through the door marked G-1, pushing just a bit. “What
about shoes?” Michael asked, “and underwear?”
“You don’t need either one, Mikey. Especially not shoes.
You won’t be going outside for a very long time.”
“So what now?” he asked, suddenly afraid to be left alone
again.
Ned laughed. “You get a haircut, taken to your room, meet
your roommates, AND, after what you’ve been through all day, you’ll
probably want to go to bed and sleep. Right?”
The boy nodded, still apprehensive as Ned sat him in the only
chair in the room. It looked like a barber chair, but not quite.
“When do I see you again?” Michael asked quietly, trying to
get comfortable in the strange chair.
Ned laughed, and somehow, that laugh made Michael feel
better. “Every week, like clockwork, Mikey. It won’t be as
intense as it was today, but you get checked over and out every
week. We record your stats and make observations, recommendations,
etc. Every to keep you healthy and as happy as you can be in
here. It’s all for your own good you know.” And with that, Ned
exitted the room. Michael heard the lock tumblers click over.
He sat in the chair and waited.
Michael awoke with a start to find himself still in the
chair. The room was warm enough, and wearing a sweatsuit helped.
He looked around, saw no one else, and then suddenly realized that
he couldn’t get up. There was something holding him down to the
chair. He glanced down to see padded restraints over his wrists
and ankles, and a padded, thick strap at his waist. He could also
feel a padded collar around his neck. He struggled a bit, but
found that he was not going to get loose. “Idiot,” he muttered to
himself, feeling betrayed by Ned. He was also still grappling with
the new feelings that Ned’s exam had caused him. “This is nuts,”
he muttered, “It’s not like I killed anyone.”
“NO, but you’ve been a bad boy, haven’t you Michael?” the
automated voice said from everywhere. The boy flinched in his
restraints. He also noted that he had a dull pain behind his eyes,
like a headache coming on. “If you weren’t a social misfit, and a
danger to yourself and others, you wouldn’t be here at IO, now,
would you?”
Michael felt a sudden surge of defiance welling up within
him. Since his arrival, he had been chained, terrorized, poked,
prodded and violated in ways that he hadn’t even imagined. He was
alone, frightened, and helpless. The seeming injustice of it all
made it suddenly explode. He began screaming and struggling,
desperately trying to get out of the chair. He cursed and cried
until his throat was hoarse. All the time, the pain behind his
eyes grew worse. But the voice continued. “We’ll cure you OR kill
you, one or the other, Michael. You’re going to be here for at
least five years. You can’t get out. You don’t know where you
are. You don’t even know what time of day it is. It would be in
your best interest to be a good boy and just do as you are told,
follow the rules, and hope to graduate from IO as a fully
rehabilitated member of society. Won’t that be nice?”
He continued to struggle. There HAD to be a way out, there
HAD to be. “LET ME UP!” he choked, tears streaming down his face.
The pain in his head was growing worse. Finally, his vision began
to blur. “Make it stop,” he whimpered.
“Say ‘please’,” the automated voice replied.
“Please,” the boy whispered.
“Disengaging ULF wave generator,” the voice responded. The
pain stopped.
Michael breathed an explosive sigh of relief as the pain
suddenly ceased to exist.
“Pain is only one of the many ways to make you submit,
Michael. You don’t want to see the rest, now do you?”
Despite his collar, Michael shook his head. The voice could
obviously ‘see’ as well as hear him. “Good boy,” it replied. Then
the opposite door opened.
The man that entered was portly, to say the least. More
likely, he was as round as he was tall. He was bald, and wore
glasses. He smiled at Michael and opened a small drawer in the
recessed cabinet that the boy had overlooked. “Are you quite
finished now?” he asked. Obviously he had heard it all.
“Yes sir,” the boy whispered, half-afraid of what was going to
be done to him next. He found that he couldn’t take his mind off
of the exam, and the boy whom he had told had been castrated. The
boy who had laughed at him on the bus. He also realized that he
had to urinate - badly.
“You’re pale, Michael,” the rotund gentleman said, “Relax.”
Everyone was telling him to relax. He couldn’t do it.
“W-what are y-y-YOU gonna do to m-m-m-me?” the boy stammered,
trying to sink back into the increasingly comfortable chair.
“My, ULF worked fast on you didn’t it, son? Most boys are
still struggling when it comes time for the initiative haircut.”
Michael then noticed that the man was holding only a set of
rechargeable hair shears. He also noted that they didn’t have a
depth guide attached to them. “Haircuts don’t hurt, boy,” the man
said.
He watched the man approach him with the clippers. “I’m
sorry!” he blurted. The portly man smiled. “No offense taken,” he
replied, reaching back to get a cape from the drawer. He threw it
over Michael’s restrained body and smoothed it out.
And with that, he ran a thick-fingered hand through Michael’s
mass of dense, unruly blonde hair. “Wow, this is going to take a
while, boy. How long’s it been?” he asked, switching the clippers
on. The buzzing sent a chill through Michael.
“Dunno,” Michael replied as the clippers made their first
pass. He could feel the bare metal blades on his scalp, and
watched as clump after clump of his hair fell into his lap. He had
never had a buzzcut before, but he had seen boys who had. He had
felt the scalp of one boy he used to steal with, when he had had it
shaved. The smooth and warm feel of the other boy’s scalp he still
remembered, and he was embarrassed and confused to feel himself
getting erect again. That was becoming a problem. Still, the
barber continued to mow his hair off, right down to the
skin. “Please hurry,” he suggested.
The barber paused, switching off the clippers. “Why?” he
asked in a voice that was not unpleasant. His voice sounded a bit
like Ned’s had.
Flushing, Michael looked away. He still had long fringes at
the sides of his head. “I have to GO, sir, BAD!” The barber
laughed. He switched the clippers back on and quickly finished.
He then put down the shears and hit a level at the base of the
chair with his foot. The restraints all released, and Michael
jumped up quickly, only to realize that he had no where to go. He
held himself helplessly. The barber laughed.
“Sorry for the restraints, son, some boys flip out over the
haircut. Nice 00000 job if I do say so myself. Follow me.”
They exitted the opposited door through which the barber had
come and started down another long hallway which seemed to slope
down. When they reached the first door on Michael’s right, he saw
that it said BOYS. He rushed in. The barber laughed. “By the way
you held it, you must still have one down there,” he murmured to
himself, his grin broad. Behind him, across the narrow hallway,
was another door that Michael had not seen. It was labelled OTHERS.
He peed for what felt like forever. Then he turned and saw
his reflection in the mirror. Michael stood with jaw hanging and
ran a hand tentatively over his shaven scalp. The stubble, what he
could feel of it, was very slight. He felt his eyes tear up
again. “No,” he said to himself, “no more crying. They like
that. No more.” He stared at his reflection for a long time. His
head was, however, pleasantly round. He had the head for the bald
look at least. He washed his hands, dried them with the electric
blower, and returned to the hall. He certainly didn’t want anyone
looking for him. When he arrived, he saw the barber coming out of
the door across the hallway. “Ready?” the fat man asked.
“For what?” the boy replied.
“Time for you to meet your floor attendant, or super, and your
new roomies in dorms.”
For some reason, that sent a chill through Michael, but he
said nothing. He simply follwed the man who had shaved his head,
and thoroughly humiliated him, down the sloping hallway until they
reached the end. There were doors up and down both sides of this
hallway, and an increasing number of pipes hanging from the
ceiling. The light grew dimmer, and Michael was reminded of a
scene from a low budget slasher flick. They stopped at the
apparent of the hall in front of two sliding double doors. It was
an elevator. The doors popped open with no customary ‘ding’, nor
were there any buttons, inside or out. The rotund barber pushed
Michael in, rather hard, and the slight boy fell to the floor as
the doors slid shut.
Nothing happened.
He waited. After a few moments and a brief search that turned
up not even an emergency hatch, Michael heard the auto-voice, as he
had begun to call it. “DESTINATION, MICHAELB?” it asked. Somehow
it knew him. He didn’t know what to do or say. Then he felt the
bracelet on his wrist. “VERIFY,” the auto-voice said calmly. He
jumped as a hidden panel opened to reveal a small laser-scanning
device. Nervously, he let it look over his
bracelet. “DESTINATION, MICHAELB_E-t-13pp?” it asked again.
Michael looked at the device, his bracelet, and the sealed doors.
At least the thing wasn’t moving yet, but there was no apparent way
out. He waited for a few moments, until the auto-voice responded
with “3 SECONDS TO ULF THERAPY.”
“The barber said I was going to my new dorm room,” he cried,
pressing himself into a corner and beginning to shiver. The last
time he had word “ULF” he had been subjected to the intense
headache. He didn’t care to repeat it.
The elevator began to move, quickly. He felt his stomach
lurch, and assumed that he was going down - rapidly. Then the
descent slowed. He almost fell as the cab jerked sideways, several
times and plunged again. Then it stopped. The doors popped open
and the boy tentatively stuck his shaven head out to peer around
the corner. He was seriously thinking of getting back in when a
large black hand siezed him around the neck and pulled him the rest
of the way out into the hallway. “The hell happened to yo’ nice
shaggy blonde doo, there Golden Boy?” a rough voice asked.
It was the same guard who had brought him in. His grin was
broad, and he ran that large hand over Michael's shaven scalp with
some gusto. “Now you just c’mon wit me here, son, and we’ll get
you fixed up at the desk and you can meet your new roomies. I
wouldn’t call ‘em friends - yet - but you gotta be checked in.
Don’t want a headache do ya?” He then put his huge arm about the
boy’s narrow shoulders and half dragged, half threw him towards a
desk where sat another scanning device. Fearing what might happen
if he stalled, Michael immediately let the machine read his ID
bracelet. “WELCOME TO DORM neg23,” the auto-voice
said, “REGISTERING MICHAELB_E-t-13pp.” Then a green light came on
next to the scanner.
“Let’s go, little Mr. Used-to-be-blonde boy,” the guard said
jovially.
Michael decided that he did NOT like this man. Not in the
least. He led the boy down the hallway, which was very well lit
and had several plain white doors marked by a single letter. At
the end of the hallway was a door that said, simply, ‘B’. The
guard opened the door, which seemed to click and unlock at the
touch of his hand, and invited Michael to enter first. Warily, he
stepped in.
The first thing he noticed was soft carpetting under his
socks, since they had not given him shoes. The room was done in
white, and there were no windows. The walls and ceiling were solid
white, as was the rug. There were four beds, twin sized, two on
each side of the room. Three of them were occupied. Next to each
bed was a small nightstand, and on the far end of the room was a
doorway that led to the bathroom. It was also white, and had no
door. It looked like a public bathroom, from what part of it
Michael could see. The only break in the white décor was the
mirrored globe in the ceiling, which he assumed contained a
camera. In each occupied bed was a boy. All three of them looked
up as Michael entered, their eyes widening as the large black guard
followed him in. “Meet yo’ new roomie, kiddies,” he
bellowed, “This is Mikey. Be nice. He just arrived too-day!”
The three boys looked up in unison, each one lowering the book
he was reading to wave a brief to Michael. Then they all went back
to what they were doing. The first boy, and closest to the door
was black, although not as black as the guard. Michael guessed him
to be fourteen or fifteen. His eyes were jet black as well.
Having had somewhat of a racist upbringing, Michael’s preset
notions of others defined the boy as what the rap stars referred to
in their albums, affectionately among themselves, as “Niggaz.” The
boy looked to be the oldest and largest. His all white attired
accentuated his dark skin even more, and his hood was pulled up.
Michael guessed that his head was smooth razor shaven. He later
found he was right. The boy in the bed opposite was white. Very
white.
He also wore the seeming white uniform, and seemed to be
struggling with whatever he was reading, taking notes with a small
tray over his lap for support of his pad. He looked like every
hoodlum Michael had ever hung out with. His hair was dark, and
buzzed closely, perhaps Ľ”, but not shaven. The bed next to him
was empty. Michael assumed that that one was his.
Next to the black boy was a boy who appeared to be of slight
Asian descent. His black hair was cut in a short flat top style,
with the center strip shaved out. His eyes were slanted and very
green. His face had a very pale yellow cast to it, and he read
whatever he was studying intently. He was the only one to give
Michael a second look, and he smiled. He then winced as he turned
his gaze back to his book, a hand going to his temple and rubbing
at it. That was it for the room.
Michael looked up at the guard, who in turn gestured towards
the bed. “OK, kiddies, bedtime in 5. Strip off, laundry in the
hall, then goodnight!” Michael, who had been sleeping off and on
since his arrival, didn’t feel at all tired. He nonetheless obeyed
and went to his bed and sat. He watched as each of the three boys
pulled his hooded shirt off and then stood up. Each in turn pulled
his white sweatpants off, and none of them - just as Michael
didn’t - had underwear. Each then pulled his socks off and
gathered it all up. In turn, they stepped to the door and tossed
their garments, embroidered with their names, into the hall in a
heap. “You too, Mr. Goldy-buzz,” Michael heard the guard
bellow, “Mr. Ames be in in just a few to tuck you in.” He was
afraid to find out who Ames was, by this time. Obviously modesty
was NOT in high priority in his new home. Or perhaps it was to
further humiliate them. Michael opted for this reason. Afraid of
some punishment, however, he pulled his clothing off as well and
walked, naked, to the door. The guard laughed and rubbed his head
again. “You soooooo puny,” he said, laughing. Michael felt his
face flush. He was totally unprepared for what happened next,
though.
Each of the other boys, all naked by this time, had turned to
go back into the room. As they walked by him, out of instinct,
Michael’s eyes went to the crotch of each one of them. He gasped.
The first to turn was the pale white boy, and Michael thought that
he was missing his balls, but he glanced away only to find his gaze
on the Asian boy. His heart began to pound.
There was no doubt of it - between the Asian boy’s legs, there
was nothing. No dick, no balls, nothing! Michael shook his head.
He looked again, and the Asian eunuch looked away from him. The
black boy was still in the hall, talking with the guard in a fast
chat that Michael recognized from the streets. He started back for
his own bed, but before he was halfway there, he heard, “Hey, full-
boy!” Michael froze. “Yea, buzz boy, you wit’ all yo’ parts down
there still THERE! You dint give ME no look yet!” It was the
black boy, and his voice was deep, fully changed. It was
commanding, and carried a threat. Michael slowly turned. His
white and Asian roomies had already gotten into bed and were
watching him. He felt suddenly very self-conscious, standing there
with his nudity in full view. His gaze met the black boy’s, but
instead of finding the look that told him to fight or run, as he
was used to, he saw general humor. He blinked. Standing before
him was a very well-muscled boy with dark skin. His shoulders were
well defined, and he held his head shiny bald head high. His eyes
and teeth literally glowed, and his smiled was even warm, not
malicious. Michael let his eyes wander down the boy’s sparsely
hairy chest, past his flat and hard-looking stomach to his groin.
There was hair there, tight, black and curly. His balls were large
and hung down a ways, his scrotum warm and loose. He looked every
inch a well-made young man, except for one thing: he had no penis.
Michael stared. His momentary flicker of jealously over the
boy’s nice body went out. All he could do was stare. The other
two boys said nothing, but the black boy broke the awkward
silence. “You getting’ hard, newbie,” he laughed. Michael looked
down at his own embarrassingly small penis and saw that he was
right. He then looked back at the black boy. “Name’s Sam,” he
began, “pale one ‘der is Joey and the Jap’s Cheng.”
“I’m not Japanese,” the Asian eunuch replied.
Joey snorted, a suppressed laugh. Sam was grinning
broadly. “Samuel L. Prescott III, pistol whipper and former gang-
banger and future IO staff member Guard, at your service,” he
stated with that same smile, holding out his hand for Michael to
shake. Michael did that, and Sam’s grip felt crushing. He
couldn’t pull his eyes away from the black boy’s groin area,
however. He also desperately wished that Sam would release his
hand.
“Let him go ‘fo he creams on the rug,” the guard advised,
laughing from the doorway.
“You gonn’ do dat?” Sam asked. Michael vigorously shook his
head, his eyes wide and his heart pounding. His throat was
dry. “N-no,” he squeaked.
They all laughed. “Voice ain’t broke,” the pale boy murmured,
in a voice that was also unbroken. “Bald as a baby,” Cheng piped
up. Sam released Michael’s hand, and rubbed it with his
other. “Nice grip,” he choked.
Sam’s eyes sparkled with delight. “Just remember who run da
room, BOY,” he stressed, “While you STILL a boy, dat is.”
Then Michael remembered what Ned had said during his
exam. “’I hate castrations.’”
He couldn’t help but look again. Sams’ dark skin was paler
where his penis should have been, and there was a thin pale line
running down his scrotum. There was no hole either, only smoothed
over skin. His hair looked trim, and his large balls looked very
out of place with no dick above them. Sam was still smiling as
Michael looked up. “I also be in h’yeer for rape, too, and boy, if
I had still had a dick, it’d be up yo’ ass right NOW!”
Michael shuddered and took a step back, unsure of what to do.
He sat down heavily on his bed, all eyes on him. Then they all
laughed again. “It WAS fo’ yo’ own good, you know, Sam,” the guard
said.
A momentary look of regret passed over Sam’s face as he leered
at Michael. “Yea, I know. I’m glad I had ‘em cut it off. Got me
in trouble a lot,” he admitted.
“I’m sorry,” Michael whispered, looking down at his feet.
Although the room was warm, he had goosebumps all over.
Then something clicked over his mind. “’Future IO staff
member’,” he thought to himself, “that’s what he said. He’s
black. He’s built. He seems friends with the guard…” and with
that Michael came to a conclusion that all of the black guards he
had seen and met were former IO inmates, now employees, and he was
certain that none of them had a penis. Balls, yes, and lots of
hormones running through them from their unused and unrelieved
balls, but no penis. The reality of it hit him hard. His own
small penis stiffened, and felt their gazes upon him. No jacking
off. No sex. No peeing while standing; in fact, how did Sam pee?
Michael found that he wanted to know. He was deep in this thought,
his brow creased, when a new voice spoke.
“Hello boys,” it said.
“Hello Mr. Ames,” the three of them said in unison.
Michael jerked his eyes up to see for the first time, the man
who was going to be running his life for the next five long years. |
Getting His Just Deserts | **[eunuch.org/_private/stories_ahdr.htm]**
## Getting His Just Deserts
**Date:** 18 Nov 1997
**Time:** 18:48:44
**Remote Name:** 204.30.69.115
**Remote User:**
### description
Rape revenge story. (Nullification) The following story is not for the weaked
stomached or easily offended. It contains graphic descriptions of sex and
violence.
### Comments
Getting His Just Deserts
Ken could not believe his luck as he looked down and viewed his cock
disappearing in this lovely blondes mouth. He had met her only a couple of
hours ago at a bar. The couple exchanged glances and smiles. And now after
having a few drinks, he was getting one of the best blow jobs of his life. At
the time, he didn't know that it would be his last. He knew that he had never
met her before, but at the same time she looked so familiar. Even the style of
speech and the tone of her voice seemed familiar to him. "Who does this bitch
remind me of?" he kept asking to himself.
Ken was known as a pure male chauvinist. Hell, in fact, he was proud of it.
Women was put here to serve men. Despite all the liberal bullshit coming from
the liberal "Harvard types", he knew he was right. To serve meant that when a
man found a woman desirable, it was his "right" to expect and demand sexual
satisfaction. And if a woman was not willing, then he should be justified to
just take it. Unfortunately, there were rape laws against such a thing. That
didn't mean he wouldn't take what he wanted anyway, he would just have to be
"smarter" than the system. He had has his way with many women against their
will, but was always fortunate enough never be convicted of rape; even after
being charged three times. Through intimidation techniques, the charges were
always dropped. The only time he ever really "sweated" over a charge was the
15 year old. As far as he was concerned, the little cock-teasing bitch
deserved what she got. A string bikini clad tease ought to know who she is
strutting around in front of was his reasoning. But it was only his good luck
that the police lab accidentally destroyed the semen samples taken from her,
thereby making a conviction impossible, that the charges were dropped.
At the moment though, Ken wasn't thinking of the prick tease he raped. Now his
only thought was the enjoyment of this gorgeous, naked chick taking his cock
into her mouth as deep as she could while kneading his testicles in her hand.
"Finally", JoAnn thought, "I got this bastard right where I want him." It had
been eight months since she last saw this asshole in court. She still
remembered the gloating look on his face as they dropped the charges against
him for raping her precious little sister, Julie. After all she went through
to help put this animal away only to see him walk was devastating to Julie. It
would take years of therapy before she could return to any sort of normal
life. He had in effect stolen her fun teen-age years away from her. It was
that day in the court room where she decided to take matters in here own hand.
And now, after months of planning for just this moment "big sister" was going
to make him pay dearly for it.
She had considered several ways to get even with this scum bag. To lay in wait
and shoot him, hire someone to kill him, and others. But everything she
thought of was too risky. The plan could fail. A co-hort could turn against
her and testify. He could end up only slightly wounded or not be injured at
all. She was determined to get even without going to prison. The plan and the
moment would have to be perfect. She knew there was only two moments when men
were completely vulnerable to attack. One, was to catch him asleep. Not much
chance of that she decided. The other was that moment when he was in the
throes of an orgasm. Not a moment before or after, but during. A man could get
hit by a freight train and never know it during that pleasure/pain feeling of
ejaculating his load.
She set her plan into action earlier that evening by having "him pick her up
in a bar." To talk him into letting her drive them to a secluded place to
fullfill a fantasy of hers. To give a blow job to a man in a public park late
at night. She didn't want to take him to her place for obvious reasons. And
she didn't want to take the chance of leaving fingerprints or other evidence
at his place. She finally decided on a public park on the stairs of a
pavillion. She checked the pavillion every night for a month and never saw
another soul there after midnight. He had fallen into her trap. After giving
him a sexual strip tease, the time and place was right. His position was just
right too, with his balls hanging over the concrete step. Now all she was
waiting for was the right "moment". That moment was approaching very quickly
too.
She couldn't help thinking that she could have met him under different
circumstances. He was after all, a real "hunk" of a man. 6'4" tall she guessed
with a perfectly sculpted body. But what was most impressive was what hung
down between his legs. A massive ten inch cock with a wide gerth. She had seen
larger cocks before, but none having the comination of length and width as
his. But what shocked her was the size of his enormous balls. They were simply
the largest set of nuts and ball-bag she had ever seen on a man. Each testicle
was slightly larger than an extra-large egg. And his large scrotum allowed
them to hang low between his legs, making a target that was impossible to miss
when the time came.
So far her plan had worked flawlessly. Her purse containing the large surgical
scalpel was right at her side, waiting for her to "disable" him before being
used. She didn't know at the time that the scalpel would not be necessary. As
her mouth fevorishly worked over his hard cock, she wrapped her left hand
around his scrotum so his balls were forced to the bottom of his ball-bag. Her
right hand was clenched in a fist and resting on her thigh........ waiting.
JoAnn heard him moan, "Oh, you bitch........ I'm cumming," and pulled her
mouth off his cock. Just as the first thick stream of cum erupted from the
head of his cock to arch up to land across her hair and forehead, JoAnn
launched a punch toward his vulnerable testicles. From the years of training
in martial arts, she knew to strike through a target, not at it. And when her
right fist connected into his balls the effect was more devistating than she
could of imagined.
His cock spewed forth another stream of jism to spray against her clevage as
her fist slammed into his balls, splitting his scrotum down the center. A
mili-second later his left testicle, caught between the knuckles of her hand
and the concrete step exploded in a jelly-like mass. At the same time his left
testicle was blasted into oblivion, his right ball tumbled out of the ripped
ball-sack and landed on step below.
At first, neither knew what had happened. Ken only knew that he went from a
state of sexual bliss to a blinding state of sudden pain as a loud "Ummph!"
escaped his mouth, leaving him unable to catch his breath. His hands shot down
in a belated effort to protect his groin. He managed to look down to see a
bloody mess. His mind could not comprehend what had just happened as he saw
his cock continuing to shoot cum while blood flowed freely from his groin. His
mind was screaming at him to run away from this scene and away from this woman
who had just blasted his balls away; but his legs had no strength to move.
JoAnn looked to survey the damage as well. Although shocked at the damage she
had just done, an evil "giggle" escaped her lips as she saw his right testicle
lying on the step under his still spewing cock; still connected to him by the
thin cord. She reached down and picked up the raw egg-shaped testicle and held
it up to his face. "Oh, did you lose this?", she said with an evil laugh.
His eyes nearly bugged out of his head as he saw his remaining testicle
resting in the palm of her hand just inches from his face. She leaned down to
look him right in the eyes, so that both of their faces were seperated only by
the hand which contained the huge egg-shaped orb."This is for my baby sister
and all the other women you raped!!", she screamed. Her hand slowly closed
around the orb and began to slowly squeeze down.
Because his remaining ball was still attached to him, felt the increasing
pressure as her hand crushed down. He finally gathered just enough air into
his lungs to let out a pitiful but weak "Screeching" sound. With a sickening
"pop" followed by a "squish", his right testicle finally gave in to the
pressure and exploded inside her hand. The last thing he saw as he passed out,
was testicle matter shooting out from between her fingers; spraying both of
them across the face.
She grabbed his shirt to wipe the blood, sperm and bits of testicle from her
hand, body and face before getting dressed. She retrieved the scalpel from her
purse and in a final act of victory, sliced his once proud cock from his body.
She wrapped it in a handkerchief and walked away.
Her original plan was to cut off his cock and balls with the scalpel and
preserved them to give to her baby sister. But there was no remorse for
leaving with only his cock in her possession. She had done her fair share of
ball-busting in her time, but nothing compared to the satisfaction she now
felt. She had just castrated a man with her bare hands and the sense of power
she felt was enormously gratifying.
As she drove home, she decided to scan the newspapers in the future for other
rape suspects. Then set the plan in action for another "ultimate ball-
busting."
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Stamboul Slavers Part 1: Virgin Bulls | GAY | After many years as the leading slave marketers of the Ottoman capital, my father's business decides to introduce a deluxe range of eunuchs for the Empire's leading private harems. | Stamboul Slavers Part 1: Virgin Bulls
After many years as the leading slave marketers of the Ottoman
capital, my father's business decides to introduce a deluxe range of
eunuchs for the Empire's leading private harems.
The Beginning
I was standing next to one of our long-time customers; a purchaser
of eunuchs for the harems of the Balkan provinces' wealthy and
powerful elites. Like their Sultan in his palace on the shores of
the Bosphorus, the pashas and lesser provincial officials of the
Empire, as well as wealthy traders, displayed their power and their
prestige by maintaining personal harems. The size of these harems,
although considered important in terms of prestige (and it should be
said, enjoyment; for our trade survived on this principle) was
matched by a desire to have the private harem that contained not
only the most outstanding beauties kept in the most sumptuous
surroundings, but also impressive corps of eunuchs. Eunuchs could be
displayed when important visitors were entertained. The women could
not be.
As we gazed from the balcony of our slave market into the courtyard
below where a group of seven young Nubian eunuchs, newly arrived
from the great eunuch clearing-house that existed in the Cairo slave
markets, our valued customer and expert eunuch buyer said "you know,
looking at those scrawny geldings, it reminds me of a wealthy pasha
in Aleppo that had a huge giant of a black eunuch. Had him for
years; really fed him up till he ballooned into the biggest, tallest
bull of black flesh and menace you've ever seen. Bought him before
his hairs had started to grow. Only had the sac and balls taken off,
but put a large bullring sideways through the end of what was left
to him".
"When the boy started to shoot up in size in his late teens, the
pasha decided to make a talking point of this slave. Took him out of
the harem and set him to work in the fields and the stores. Worked
him hard and fed him well, until he had defeated the softness and
the rolls of bellyfat that usually engulf the bodies of harem
eunuchs, as it will those ones down there".
"By the time the slave had reached his early twenties, even his
penis seemed somehow to have grown; not that such a thing ever
happened to a boy deballed before his hairs and sperm appeared. The
pasha would not permit the eunuch giant clothing of any kind; lest
the size and magnificence of the slave go unseen. Only a thick round
neckring and the bullring that remained through his penis head were
permitted to the slave. That and a chain from his penis ring to a
set of ankle shackles on special occasions".
"Can't tell you how much the pasha was offered for the slave. But he
always refused; the prestige of doing so was greater than the money.
Should have taken it though; the eunuch turned bad. The strength of
his muscles, the frustration that came from his neutering, and
finally the humiliation of his public display (towards the end the
pasha took to walking the streets of Aleppo with his gelded giant
following behind, led by a chain held by the pasha and attached to
his penis ring). Finally the eunuch snapped while on harem duty. One
of the newly purchased virgins began taunting him about what he
would never know. He strangled her, and before the guards could be
called, eat out the genitals of the still alive girl. Shocking as it
was, I suppose in his condition, it was the only way that he was
ever going to possess a virgin".
"This was too much for the pasha, despite all the money he had put
into the eunuch giants' development. Had him dragged in chains
before him, and told him that once he had his body gelded to make
him presentable, and now he was going to geld his mind to make him
safe. At that he ordered the guards present to cut out the eunuch's
two eyes. When it was done the pasha told him that once he was an
amazing example of manhood, and now in the pasha's eyes he was just
an animal. At that the guards cut open the blinded eunuch's
cockhead, and removing the bullring, handed it to the pasha who
inserted it through the slave's nose".
"So what happened to the eunuch after all that" I asked. "Oh that
found a way of recouping the money spent to build him up. Had him
chained to the town's water pumps. Spent the remaining years of his
life pushing the pumps around and around. Saved money on donkey feed
I suppose. But you know, the pasha should have sold him, blind or
not. Would have still fetched a mint, and would do so today".
Later that day, while tallying up the accounts from the sale of the
Nubian eunuchs, my mind went back to the conversation on the
balcony. Rather than sell already cut eunuchs, many of whom had been
it should said were more butchered than 'cut', most of whom were
indeed scrawny young boys, recently manufactured in the Sudan, who
would soon after purchase for harem duty turn into lumps of lard.
Not really a source of prestige for high paying customers. What was
needed was a way to present for sale strong, well-built and
proportioned eunuchs, who has been neutered before puberty. This
last point was important; harem owners would not permit slaves who
had known what it was to possess a virgin to enter the harem. Only
the owner of the slaves, both virgins and attendants, was permitted
that.
I decided to make my mark in the family's business by solving this
problem and hopefully opening up a new avenue of lucrative sales.
And let's be truthful, an increased opportunity to fill my bed.
Growing up in a family business that deals in slaves is great for
your cocklife. Especially, if like me, you enjoy breaking in the
recently purchased young eunuchs. The attractive ones bring the very
highest prices because they are destined for brothel work, where
their purchase price can be quickly recouped. Having them taught the
ways of the bed increases their sale price. Father was happy for me
to do so. But after that conversation on the balcony, what I wanted
to spend my nights breaking in were virgin bulls not virgin boys.
How to achieve this? This was going to be my first great slave
trading adventure. Tonight I would discuss my plans with my father
and two older brothers.
To be continued… |
Amazon Series-King of the Hitani (part three) | STRAIGHT | Part three of the series | Amazon Series-King of the Hitani (part three)
Several days had passed since Mog had fought the dual with Tig, and
in the afternoon as usual Mog was in the courtyard practicing his
swordsmanship with his elder brother Rigal " You are getting very
good with the sword" said Rigal to Mog "I have to be" replied Mog" I
am a warrior". The two stopped for a moment, Rigal drank some water
and Mog had some uka tea. "I passed Tig's father in the street this
morning" said Rigal. Mog looked at his brother with some surprise.
"Tig is recovering well" He paused to sip some water and then
continued "He wants to see you". "Why would he want to see me"
replied Mog. "I think its best if I let him tell you that". Rigal
replied.
That evening Mog and Rigal walked together to Tig's hut. Tig's
father came to the door. "Mog, Tig, please come in" He said. Mog
walked slowly into the hut with his brother. Tig sat there on a
stool and looked at both of them. " I am nearly recovered now, I am
getting stronger every day" said Tig. "why did you ask us here"
asked Mog. Tig reached for a cup of uka tea and drank a full
mouthful and then offered a cup to Mog. "Did you tell your brother
about the six bitches, Rigal" asked Tig. "No, I haven't" Rigal
replied. Mog looked at the two of them and asked "What six bitches"
Rigal then explained," the six bitches that were meant for the two
of you, Each newly initiated warrior gets to fuck three virgins,
remember. Well neither of you was going to be able to do that, it
was Tig's request that as your brother it was only fitting that I
fuck them all for you"
Mog looked at his elder brother in amazement has he took a big gulp
of the uka. "You fucked all six, even the one that Tig was going to
fuck". "yep" replied Rigal with a grin on his face."I fucked 'em
all, and that particular one, I don't think Tig got in very far, she
bleed just as much as the others". Tig looked at Rigal "I barely got
the head of my cock into that cunt before Mog here pulled me away,
but it felt good anyway".
"So why did you ask us here anyway?" asked Mog." You're angry that I
didn't allow you to finish fucking her before I sliced off your
cock" Mog asked. "Most Hitani warriors will allow the looser of a
dual one last fuck before castrating him" explained Tig. " The fact
that you were still a virgin yourself when your cock and ball were
severed in battle, is the only reason you are still respected for
cutting me right away, But I respect you for that. I want to become
your blood brother, sworn to defend each other in battle" Mog fell
silent amazed at Tig's request. Then he replied "I will" Rigal
smiled and left the hut.
THE BATTLE
It was nightfall when the Hitani army began to march from the
village, The king had ordered a full-scale attack on the Amazon
fortress and all able-bodied warriors were to fight. By then both
Mog and Tig were well enough to participate. 5000 Hitani warriors in
all began to march. They reached Amazon territory just before dawn.
Both Mog and Tig were amazed by the fortress; they had never seen a
building of stone before, and so big. The hitani split up into four
groups to attack the fortress from all sides. They could see Amazon
bitches patrolling the perimeter and more standing guard in the
towers.
There was a moment of silence, then the trumpet sounded. 5000 Hitani
warriors ran toward the fortress walls. Arrows rained down from the
towers. Many Hitani were struck in the chest or face. The most
recently initiated Hitani warriors were in the front line and
suffered the most casualties. The seasoned warriors brought up the
rear. They were needed for hand to hand combat. Mog and Tig were
among them. By the time they reached the fortress walls, the grounds
surrounding it were covered with the bodies of the of the youngest
and least experienced warriors. Some still barely alive with Amazon
spears piercing their chests and eyeballs. The ladders were raised
and Mog and Tig began to scale the walls. Some Hitani had already
made it into the fortress. The battle raged on as Mog and Tig made
their way over the top of the wall. One Amazon bitch lunged at Mog
with her sword and Mog raised his sword and shield in defense, but
Tig quickly lunged his sword into her back. They made there way
through a small door there they could see another young Hitani
warrior on top of an Amazon bitch pinning her down with all his
might. With one hand he tried to tear his brass ring from the
foreskin of his rock hard cock hopping to be able to fuck her right
there, but he pulled with such vigor he tore the skin all the way to
the base and as blood oozed out the bitch overpowered him. Mog ran
into the room and thrust his sword right up the bitch's cunt.
The two young warriors made there way down a stairwell, deep into
the fortress. A Hitani chief led the way, Other warriors followed.
What is this place they wondered. The walls were covered with
severed cocks and balls." These are the breading pits" explained the
chief "many Hitani warriors who have been captured are being kept
here, We must free them so they can join the battle" They came
across some naked page girls who were unarmed, the chief forced them
to unlock the cages where the captives were being held. And as they
emerged Mog could see a familial face. "That's him" Mog exclaimed.
Tig looked at Mog "He's the one who fucked the bitch by the forest
trail" The man looked at Mog "You remember me Mog?" "I do" Mog
yelled. " I should cut off your cock right now" but the chief
instructed them to run back up the steps. Some of the warriors
brought page girls along with them to rape later.
Mog and Tig made there way back up the stairwell; they entered a
large room. There they could see the dead, naked corpses of both
Hitani and Amazon warriors. And a few Hitani were raping the
surviving Amazon bitches. They both ran through the room and there
at one end Mog saw his own brother Rigal fucking a screaming Amazon
bitch. "Fuck her good for me" yelled Mog. Along a corridor and into
another room, and there he was again, The one from the forest path,
Fucking another bitch. As he pounded her cunt he looked and Mog's
emasculated crotch and said "too bad you can't enjoy this, Mog" Just
then he came, his foamy cum shoot into her cunt and an arrow from an
Amazon bitch fired from a doorway just missing him. Mog lunged at
the bitch with his sword and killed her on the spot.
Mog, Tig, Rigal and the other warrior were forced to flee by a horde
of Amazons who chased after them with their arrows flying. They ran
outside to find the emasculated bodies of at least 3000 Hitani
warriors slain in battle. The four retreated into the woods.
To be continued |
Wie das Blˆcken von Schafen, Teil 2 | WARNING, NULLIFICATION, Clitorektomy | Bitte zuerst Teil 1 lesen, der zweite Teil schlieþt sich auch in der Synopse unmittelbar daran an. | Eine knappe Stunde sp‰ter betrat ich das angezeigte Haus. Es war von auþen
weiþ get¸ncht, aber es hatte schon Farbe verloren, auch der Lack an den
Fenstern bl‰tterte ab. Der Flur jedoch strahlte eine angenehme K¸hle ab, wie
sie typisch ist f¸r alte H‰user mit ihren dicken Lehmw‰nden. Die Anmeldung war
noch im Parterre, dort wusste man aber Bescheid und winkte mich gleich zu den
Behandlungsr‰umen in der Belle Etage weiter. Der Beschneider Dr. A wartete
bereits auf mich.
"Herr Kollege, schˆn, dass Sie kommen. Bei Ausl‰nderinnen achte ich immer
darauf, sie auþerhalb der gewˆhnlichen Behandlungszeiten oder ganz fr¸h als
erste ran zu nehmen, so sitzen sie nicht im Wartezimmer und werden mit den
anderen Frauen konfrontiert. Das Warten wird da schnell zu einer eigenen Pein,
die ich den Fremden nicht zumuten mˆchte. Das junge Fr‰ulein G wird auch
gleich kommen. Sie ist unten bei der Anmeldung und meine Gehilfin wird sie
noch rasieren und f¸r die OP ankleiden. Sie spricht ¸brigens auch deutsch, da
ihre Mutter Deutsche ist. Das erleichtert die Handhabung f¸r uns im Team. Hier
ist ¸brigens der Behandlungsraum," und dabei ˆffnete er die T¸r, "treten Sie
ein!".
Ich trat in den kleinen Operationssaal ein. In der Mitte stand ein einfacher
Gyn‰kologenstuhl, wie ich ihn sonst auch kannte, nur an den Fuþablagen waren
breite schwarze Klettb‰nder befestigt und auch am Stuhl waren mehrere Gurte
offenbar zur Fixierung eingerichtet. Neben dem Stuhl stand ein Gestell mit
einer Art Operationsvorhang, der offenbar dem Patienten vorgeschoben die Sicht
auf den Operationsbereich nehmen sollte und auf einem kleinen Tischchen lagen
auf einem Tablett verschiedene Skalpelle, Klemmen und Scheren, Tupfer und
Tuben mit Salben, eine Spritzflasche sowie ein leeres Sch‰lchen und ein Glas
mit Deckel, welches dreiviertelvoll mit einer klaren Fl¸ssigkeit war.
"Sie werden die Spritzen vermissen!" er folgte meinen Blicken, "Wir arbeiten
jedoch ohne Bet‰ubung. Das wird fast immer von den Angehˆrigen so gew¸nscht,
zum Teil als Buþe f¸r Selbstbefriedigung und auch mit anderen Strafbez¸gen.
Ich selbst halte nichts von der Narkose, weil sie dem Patienten die Erfahrung
dieses so wichtigen Eingriffes nimmt. Manche westliche Frau w¸nscht eine
Bet‰ubung, weil sie sich zu schwach f¸hlt, das durchzustehen, aber ich
beruhige sie mit dem Hinweis, dass im entscheidenden Moment alles sehr schnell
geht, und sie sind dann mit ein paar Schmerztabletten vorab gut bedient. Die
Tabletten - einfaches Aspirin - hat die Engl‰nderin unten auch schon bekommen.
Wenn sie gleich kommt, m¸ssen wir sie zuerst hier am Stuhl fixieren und sie
bekommt auch einen Knebel, damit sie sich nicht auf die Zunge beiþt, da nehmen
wir einfach ein paar Verbandrollen. Ihre Aufgabe wird sein, mit dem M‰dchen zu
sprechen und von dem Eingriff so etwas abzulenken. Da Sie die Operation auch
sehen sollen, verzichten wir auf den Sichtschutz. Halten Sie ihr einfach die
Augen zu, wenn erforderlich und sagen Sie Bescheid, wenn sie bewuþtlos werden
sollte.". Ich nickte nur und f¸hlte, dass mich der ganze Prozess langsam
gefangen nahm. Wir gingen wieder nach nebenan und tauschten unsere Kleidung
gegen sterile OP-Anz¸ge und wuschen unsere H‰nde und Unterarme.
Wir waren gerade fertig und wieder in den OP eingetreten, da erschien die
junge Engl‰nderin, Fr‰ulein G. Ich war ¸berrascht, ich kannte sie aus der
Reisegruppe und auch sie erkannte mich sofort und ich sp¸rte ihre Verlegenheit
an ihren geweiteten Pupillen und der Erstarrung ihres ‰ngstlichen L‰chelns.
"Miss G", ich benutzte gewohnheitsm‰þig die englische Anredeform, "Sie wollen
sich dem hier unterziehen? Wieso? Was um Himmels Willen ist der Grund?", ich
vergass, dass ich hier als Assistent eigentlich neutral auch zu der Motivation
des Patienten h‰tte stehen m¸ssen und gewissermaþen das Entgegenkommen von Dr.
A missbrauchte. Miss G winkte ab "Ich verstehe Ihre Ðberraschung. Ja, ich bin
keine Muslimin und auch sonst nicht durch famili‰re oder andere auþen liegende
Gr¸nde dazu bestimmt, ich mache es einfach aus eigenem Antrieb. Die Sexualit‰t
f¸hrt mich zu abstrusen Gedanken, das alles ist zwanghaft und anders sehe ich
keine Mˆglichkeit mit mir ins Reine zu kommen. Deshalb mein Ihnen vielleicht
radikal vorkommender Entschluþ. Ich habe von Dr. A im Internet gelesen und
mich mit ihm heute zu diesem Eingriff verst‰ndigt. Die Reisegruppe habe ich
nur als Mˆglichkeit zur Anfahrt genutzt, ich kenn mich mit den t¸rkischen
ˆffentlichen Verkehsmitteln nicht so aus und der Reiseleiter weis Bescheid und
nimmt mich in drei Tagen wieder mit, und ¸brigens auch Frau F, die morgen
Termin hier hat. Sie werden sie kennen." Ich nickte etwas erstaunt und
erinnerte mich tats‰chlich an Frau F.
Dr. A faltete ein gr¸nes Handtuch auf dem Stuhl aus und Miss G setzte sich
ohne zu zˆgern darauf, als w‰re es ein normaler Termin bei einem Frauenarzt.
Dr. A bedeutete ihr, den Kittel etwas hochzuziehen, um unten frei zu
erscheinen, und wir beide begannen die Gurte anzuziehen. "Ziehen Sie die
B‰nder recht straff, wenn sie sp‰ter anf‰ngt sich zu strecken oder zu zappeln,
kann es zu h‰þlichen Fehlschnitten kommen." bemerkte Dr. A, ich verstand schon
worauf es hier ankam und blickte Fr‰ulein G verlegen ins Gesicht - ich f¸hlte
ihre Anspannung.
"Lassen Sie es gut sein, ich bin es, die hier operiert wird, Sie schauen ja so
‰ngstlich, als wollte Ihnen jemand an Ihr bestes St¸ck.", sie versuchte die
Situation f¸r sich mit verkniffenem Humor zu gewinnen, aber ich wusste warum,
"Wie kommen Sie ¸brigens in diese Praxis, ich hatte Sie f¸r einen ganz
normalen Touristen gehalten oder sind Sie vielleicht ¸berzeugter Sadist und
finden Gefallen, an dem was hier geschieht?", dazu musste ich jetzt antworten,
"Heute Nachmittag hˆrte ich kleine Schreie von einem anderen M‰dchen, das hier
behandelt wurde und da habe ich nachgefragt und man hat mich, da ich auch
Chirurg bin, eingeladen, hier teilzunehmen.". Ich verschwieg, dass ich
tats‰chlich auch ein sadistisches Interesse f¸hlte, denn diese Art der
Behandlung ¸bte einen zutiefst erotischen Reiz auf mich aus, wie ich mir nun
eingestehen musste. Es waren jedoch nicht die Schmerzen anderer an sich, an
denen ich mich weiden wollte, vielmehr faszinierte mich die Motivation der
Frauen, die sich dem hier unterzogen und wiederum die Anwesenheit und
Beteiligung bei dem Geschehen an sich. W‰hrend unseres Dialoges hatte Dr. A
die Schnittbereiche desinfiziert und die umgebenden Bereiche steril abgedeckt.
"So, genug des Gepl‰nkels, jetzt kommen wir zur Sache und Fr‰ulein G, es wird
zwar weh tun, aber es geht sehr schnell, f¸nf Minuten und das meiste ist
vorbei. Die Schmerztabletten haben Sie doch bekommen?". Fr‰ulein G nickte auf
die Frage von Dr. A. "So jetzt stecken Sie ihr bitte den Knebel ein, und ich
werde bei allem, was ich jetzt tue erkl‰ren, wie es abl‰uft." wandte sich Dr A
an mich. Ich knebelte die junge Engl‰nderin, die nun gemeinsam mit mir Dr. A
zusah, wie er das Skalpell aufnahm. Mich ergriff die Neugier, ihr aber merkte
ich eine helle Bl‰sse an.
"Zuerst m¸ssen wir die Vorhaut um die Glans herum wegschneiden. Man kann die
Klitoris zwar auch zusammen mit der Vorhaut herausschneiden, aber ich mˆchte
gerne genau sehen, wo ich schneide und deshalb lˆse ich erst die Vorhaut ab,
bevor ich um die Klitoris herum schneide. Sehen Sie, ist nur ein
halbkreisfˆrmiger kurzer Schnitt und das war es schon", er legte die Haut in
die kleine Schale, und ich streichelte ¸ber das Haar der jungen Engl‰nderin,
die unter dem Schnitt zusammengezuckt war und erst langsam wieder entkrampfte.
"Jetzt kommen wir gleich zur Hauptsache, hier sehen Sie die Glans, die aber
nur der oberen Teil der viel grˆþeren Klitoris bildet, aber um zu dem
gew¸nschten Ziel zu kommen, muþ der kleine Wurm als ganzes heraus.". Er
schnitt langsam um den erigierten Noppen herum, w‰hrend die Beine der G sich
im Gest‰nge versuchten zu strecken, aber die Gurte hielten, was von ihnen
erwartet wurde. Ich blickte wie gebannt auf den Vorgang und bemerkte, wie die
G, trotz aller Schmerzen, geradezu gebant auf das Geschehen ihrer eigenen
Beschneidung starrte, ich wagte nicht, ihr die augen zu verdecken. "Hier
m¸ssen Sie aufpassen, unten sehen Sie die ÷ffnung der Harnrˆhre, die darf
nicht verletzt werden.", kaum war es gesprochen, da war der Schnitt bereits
erfolgt und A zog an dem kleinen Organ, das allerdings oben noch an einer
Stelle festzusitzen schien, er schnitt noch einmal und nun bemerkte ich auch
die Schreie der G, die unter der D‰mpfung des Knebels wie das eigent¸mliche
Schafblˆcken klangen, das ich heute Nachmittag schon gehˆrt hatte. "Sehen Sie,
der Kitzler ist jetzt von der Wandung her lose. Man kann ihn einfach
herausziehem und - hier sehen Sie es - dann an den beiden Corpora abschneiden.
Da hilft die Schere je nachdem oder man nimmt das Skalpell, wie es einem
angenehmer ist." Dr. A hielt nach kaum zwei Minuten den Kitzler in der Hand
und auch G starrte auf ihn, wie auf eine kleine Troph‰e. Dr. A reichte ihn mir
in die Hand - "Waschen Sie ihn ab, da mit dem sterilen Wasser aus der
Spritzflasche und geben Sie ihn in das kleine Gl‰schen, da ist Formaldehyd
drin und die Patientin kann ihr Organ sp‰ter als Souvenir mit nach Hause
nehmen, wenn sie mag.".
Ich tat, wie mir geheiþen und betrachtete wie A im n‰chsten Moment zwei
Klemmen links bzw. rechts ¸ber die Labien spannte. "Der Rest ist nur noch
Kosmetik. Durch die Entfernung der Klitoris entsteht oben ein Loch, das muss
eh vern‰ht erden und die Labien sehen gek¸rzt schˆner aus. Schauen Sie, zwei
Schnitte und die Lefzen, wie ich sie gerne nenne, sind ab. Die Klemme erlaubt
einen geraden Schnitt und reduziert die Blutung. Wir kˆnnen sie gleich
abnehmen und sofort n‰hen. Als Faustregel f¸r die ÷ffnungsbreite nehmen Sie
einfach die Breite von zusammengelegtem Zeige- und Mittelfinger, da hat sich
noch keine bzw. auch noch keiner von den Ehem‰nnern beschwert, und es gibt
auch keine Schwierigkeiten mit den Monatsblutungen und beim Harnlassen. Als
Mann wissen Sie sicherlich selbst, die Vorteile eines engen Schlitzes zu
sch‰tzen.", er l‰chelte.
Es war vorbei, es hatte tats‰chlich kaum f¸nf Minuten gedauert, und A war nur
noch damit besch‰ftigt, das Umfeld der Wunde zu reinigen, er trug noch eine
Wundsalbe auf und f¸hrte zwei Plastikschl‰uche ein, bevor er sie verband, das
Ende der Schl‰uche offen lassend. "Das war es schon, gar nicht so dramatisch
wie es scheint, aber mit den Orgasmen ist es jetzt vorbei. Die ganze Lust
steckt da in dem kleinen Gl‰schen.".
Ich schaute G ins Gesicht und f¸hlte wie sich die Anspannung langsam lˆste -
nur bis zu einem gewissen Grad, da die Schmerzen noch gegenw‰rtig waren, und
der Schock des Verlustes w¸rde wohl bald noch dazukommen. Ich l‰chelte Sie
aufmunternd an und nahm ihr den Knebel aus dem Mund, sie sabberte etwas und
ich wischte sie ab. "Ist alles vorbei? Alles weg?", ich nickte auf ihre Frage
und f¸hlte eine warme Zuneigung zu ihr aufkommen, da wir dies gemeinsam
durchgestanden hatten, wenn auch in verschiedenen Rollen. "Mit den Orgasmen
ist es jetzt vorbei. Die Sexualit‰t wird nicht aufhˆren, aber sie wird einen
anderen Stellenwert in Ihrem Bewuþtsein einnehmen, und das haben Sie doch
gewollt!".
Dr. A l‰chelte auf meine Bemerkung hin, "Sie haben es verstanden. Sie wissen
jetzt, worauf es ankommt. Morgen fr¸h gegen 9 Uhr ist der Termin f¸r Frau F,
gleich als erste Patientin - wenn Sie Lust haben, es w¸rde mich freuen!
Fr‰ulein G oder wie Sie sagen Miss G ist in einer halben Stunde auch soweit,
wieder aufzustehen. Vielleicht begleiten Sie sie dann in ihr Hotel". Ich
nickte nur, selber ¸berrascht ¸ber meine Einsilbigkeit, aber ich war immer
noch eingenommen und auf hˆchste Art erotisch erregt, von dem, was ich eben
erlebt hatte. Den Termin mit Frau F w¸rde ich auf keinen Fall verpassen. Ich
wollte nun ebenfalls die Tage bis zur R¸ckkehr der Reisegruppe hier am Ort
bleiben - und doch, ich sch‰mte mich f¸r meine Faszination an dem, was eben
hier geschehen war.
Die Geschichte schrieb ich als reine Fiktion und machte mir keine Gedanken,
daþ vielleicht jemand die Schilderung quasie als Anleitung f¸r eine reale
Beschneidung in Erw‰gung ziehen kˆnnte. Ich hoffe, daþ das niemals geschieht
und kˆnnte damit niemals gl¸cklich werden. Ich hoffe, daþ jederman versteht,
daþ es sich hier einfach nur um eine erotische Phantasie handelt, die anregen
soll, zu der man von mir aus masturbieren kann. Niemals habe ich daran
gedacht, jemand kˆnnte hier vielleicht eine Vorlage f¸r eine Realisierung
annehmen.
Durch einen Leserbrief wurde ich darauf aufmerksam gemacht, daþ bei Einnahme
von Aspirin, dass ich in der Geschichte als Schmerzmittel erw‰hnte und nur
w‰hlte, weil es allgemein bekannt ist, eine Blutverd¸nnung erfolgt, d. h. bei
einer Operation w¸rde Aspirin den Wundverschluþ durch Blutgerinnung hemmen.
Der Einsatz kann also fatale Folgen haben. Ich bitte nun nicht nur dies zu
beachten, sondern in jedem Fall von einer Umsetzung der gegebenen Fantasien
abzusehen. Ich glaube, ich werde nicht mehr in so konkreter Form in diesem
Forum schreiben.
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