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A Wild Party

Eric pushed upwards on the bar. I could tell he was straining, and put my hands under it to help him with the spot. “Come on,” I said, “you can get another one.” He lowered the bar again, his muscles straining, and tried his best to push the bar back up, but I was doing most the work. We pushed it back onto the supports and he sat up, pecs flushed, breathing heavily.

“Thanks. 200 again?” I nodded and we went to up the weight on the bar. “You still coming to that party tonight?” he asked.

“Yeah. It sounds like fun.”

“I should warn you - these people are pretty wild.”

“Yeah, but I could use a wild party. Seems like all I’ve been doing lately is work.” Eric smiled and I lay down on the bench.

“Seems to me like all you do is work out.”

I pushed up on the bar, making sure I could do better than he did. It’s not that I’m an asshole about it, but I get really competitive sometimes - when I was little, if another kid had a toy, I had to have it to, and that just carried over later.

* * * * *

We pulled up to the house this party was supposed to be at. It was kinda near the bad part of town but still before 4th street, so we just covered up the CD player with an old T-shirt and made sure the doors were locked. The house itself was pretty big, old looking. We could hear the music from outside, but nobody was on the porch and the window blinds were all drawn. Eric and I walked up and just went it - he knew these people, he said.

The front hall was indeed a sight. The walls were lines with milk crates and in them plastic grocery bags with what looked like clothing. Everybody was stark naked, and most everybody had a drink. I took in the multitude of free erections and breasts, and popped one of my own. Eric and I glanced at each other…wild party, indeed!

A small group of people in the front hall tossed some plastic bags at us. “Get naked!” they yelled, and laughed. I shrugged and started to strip, hoping I wouldn’t be the only gay guy here. Once naked, my boner popped straight out, and I was at least less embarrassed by it since most every other guy in here had one as well. I drew lots of approving looks both from guys and chicks, which only helped it.

I followed Eric into the kitchen and we downed a few glasses of punch. Eric asked some people where the hosts were, and they told him downstairs, where the dancing was. We headed to the rather spacious basement, where people were crammed in, dancing to loud music. I lost Eric but didn’t worry about it too much.

The punch really started to kick in once I got down there and started to dance. My chest and ass kept rubbing against other people, and that kept my cock erect. People were making out everywhere with everybody, and I saw no small number of hand jobs and petting going on. I no longer feared being the only gay guy here, anyway.

I danced for a good long while, and lots of people danced with me. I made out a few times with random people until one of them, a tall guy with long hair, pulled me off to the side and went down to his knees. He was really great, and had me cumming after about ten minutes of bliss. I swapped him, and we went our separate ways.

I was a little sick of dancing, so made my way over to the stairwell and by the time I made it I was already horny again. The air smelled funny down here and I was thirsty again, so I headed to the kitchen for more punch. Some guy was spiking it with something, but I was drunk and figured I could stand to get more drunk, so just drank it down. It tasted a little weird but not bad. “You live here?” I asked him.

“Yeah. Names’ Adam.”

“Hey, I’m Craig.”

“Nice to meet you, man,” we shook hands and looked each other over. “You must work out a lot.”

“Yeah, I like to.” I glowed; I love to be admired for my body. “So what is this place? It looks really old.”

“It is. It belongs to one of my roommate’s grandma; she rents it to us as long as we don’t completely destroy it. Used to be a museum or something.”

“That’s cool.”

“Yeah; it’s nice. Anyway, I gotta get back downstairs. Seeya later, dude.”

“Yeah, later on.” I watched his ass walk out the door and wandered around a little after downing more punch. People were everywhere, and I felt hyper. I had gotten two more hand jobs before making my way back downstairs where I was accosted by Eric.

We were both totally drunk by now. “Hey, Craig…lookit this,” he slurred. He grabbed his cock. I figured he wanted a blow but always thought he was straight. I got down on my knees and prepared to suck him off, but he stopped me and said, “No, not that yet…” he held his cock up. “Look!”

His balls were gone! At first I thought he’d gotten really drunk and cut himself, but there wasn’t any blood or anything, just his scrot hanging there, empty and shriveled looking. Something about it got me really horny again. I looked up at Eric’s smiling face. “Dude!” I exclaimed.

“Isn’t it cool?” In answer I took him in my mouth and went at him. I could suck nothing but cock, and it was really weird. It just looked so cool not for anything to be hanging from him. As I worked my way down and my tongue went behind his scrotum, it brushed against something rough, and I could feel that he did have stitches after all, just a few and they were well hidden. He came quickly, and spurted it all over my chest. I rubbed it into my nipples - it was clear and thin.

“What happened?” I asked, standing up but still fondling him.

“Me and this other guy and this chick were downstairs in a three way, and we found this little room off to the side to fuck in. When we were done we looked around, and there were all these weird foreign things, right? Painting’s n’ shit. This one thing looked like a crank, and it had this spot that looked just like a place to put your cock. We were joking around and I put mine on there and closed the top of it - I figured it was a cocksucking marchine or something. The chick cranked it, and I could feel the thing squeezing my sac, right? It felt really fucking good, so I told her to keep going. She did and then there was this pop. We thought we broke it, so we lifted off the lid and my balls fell out into this little bucket.”

“It popped your balls out?” I was still incredulous.

“Fuck yeah. Dude, it felt sooo good. It’s so cool…” All the things would normally occur to me, like that fact that he couldn’t have kids, or have normal cum, or the fact that, well, he had no balls, didn’t even occur to me. All I could think was that if Eric could get castrated, I wanted to be too.

“Dude, you gotta take me down there,” I implored him, looking at my own cock and wondering what it would look like solo.

“Let’s go,” he laughed and led me down. We squeezed across the dance floor, my cock dripping precum at the thought of what was happening. The room was behind the speakers, and there were already two guys in there looking at their own empty scrota. The machine sat in the corner near some spears and African-looking masks. I immediately saw the spot to put myself and did so. Eric started cranking.

I looked at the machine and saw a few switches over there too, but before I could ask what they did, the thing clamped down on my balls. Ecstasy is not the word - I had never felt something like this before. I could feel it massaging my testicles with no pain at all, and it seemed to go on forever, working them back into my scrotum, and then two pops as they left it. The feeling stopped, and I grabbed the table to keep from falling over. Eric lifted the lid off the thing and I pulled my rock hard member out. Eric grabbed it at the base. “See? They’re gone, dude!”

What with my already being horny, the novelty of my balls being gone, and Eric holding onto my dick nearly had me cum right there. Instead some chick with very fake (but admittedly very nice, just not my thing) caught his eye, and he went to see if she’d ever done it with a castrated man. I headed back out to the dance floor. On the way out of the room, three more guys came in - one of them was the one that had been castrated with Eric. Presumably the other two were about to be. They took one look at me and one of the squirted right there. The other just winked and smiled.

I headed out to the dance floor and pretty quickly was surrounded by a group of people, both male and female, amazed at my lack of testicles. All of them touched my empty scrotum or jacked me off a little, wanting to see how it worked. The girls thought it was cool, the guys, once they found out I had just been gelded, wanted to know how. I pointed them toward the room.

On the floor people were talking about it, and I got pulled into one of the orgies on the side of the room. I was so drunk on whatever was in that punch that I was even enjoying the women in the group, fondling breasts and even licked ones’ clit. It tasted funny. I came again, number six maybe? I couldn’t really keep track anymore. I figured after the first few it didn’t really matter; I was pretty much in a state of near-constant orgasm anyway.

The dance floor was evolving into a giant orgy anyway, but I was thirsty and headed back upstairs after cumming again. After having more funny tasting punch I was accosted by a pair of guys and had yet more sex. To my surprise, one of them was a eunuch now as well - the third one wanted to cum one more time before getting nutted. I felt obliged to help, and the next time I saw him, he was indeed one of the gelded.

Back downstairs again I threw myself into the fray with wild abandon. It occurred to me now that most of the guys down there seem to have been nutted already. I saw Eric leading a pair of guys into the castration room and followed him in. The nut bucket was nearly full now - a good forty pairs of balls. Two more pairs shortly joined it. While the first of the pair got nutted the second was jumping around like he had to piss, he was so eager. There were more people in here, watching. I asked Eric if anybody still had balls, partially joking, but he was perfectly serious when he said he really didn’t think anybody much still had them.

I admit I was starting to get kind of jealous. I was still thirsty, so headed back up for more punch, and on the way I passed the group that had ordered Eric and I naked when we came in. The two girls were trying to persuade the guys (presumably their boyfriends) to go get cut. They were real frat types, but one eventually relented, and then, true to form, the other did as well.

I continued onto the punch machine. Down the stairs came three guys carrying another. The three were all geldings but the fourth wasn’t. He was laughing as the others carried him to the room. I got my punch, kind of disappointed now. I was still horny and trying to think what I could do, jacking myself slowly. It occurred to me to wonder what the switch on the machine did.

The guy being carried down was just leaving the room sans balls when I got there. Nobody else was waiting in line so I could inspect the machine freely. There weren’t any markings or anything, so I figured, hey, what the hell - I’d flip it over and see what happened.

So I did. I put my cock in, closed the machine, flipped the switch, and asked one of the guys nearby to crank it for me. He started off, and for a moment, nothing happened. Some others came around to cheer me on, probably thinking I was being gelded. I had the feelings of extreme pleasure again and moaned loudly. Again, I seemed to be stuck in that eternal moment of bliss, when with no warning at all, there was a loud snap, and my hips were released from the machine. There was a gasp from the crowd, and when I looked down, my groin was smooth. I smiled.

The guys around all came up to touch it. One picked my cock out of the ball bucket and showed it to me, still erect but shrinking as the blood drained out of it. I felt a cock brushing against my ass and bent to let it in. I took two more in my hands and the guy behind me went to town. The guys in my hands came right away, and I smeared their cum on my chest as well. The floor was slippery now with spunk, it seemed. The guy in me kept plugging my ass, and I came twice before he came once. I stood up and turned to see that the guy had been Eric! He looked down at my groin and looked up again, eyes wide.

“What did you do?” he asked.

“The other switch on the machine.” Another guy was already in the machine.

“Damn…that is so cool.”

“You’re a good fuck, Eric.” He smiled.

* * * * *

Well, after that the party started to wind down. About five other guys saw fit to lose their dicks (including, to my great amusement, the frat boys) before the party ended around 7 A.M. They took a hose to the basement to clean us off, which I needed as the cum was like sugar coating on my skin by then. We dried, dressed, and took off for home.

Eric, the previously straight boy, slept in my bed that night, and for a long time after.

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Pride

“Wait, you WANT to be castrated?” I looked at him, shocked. “Dude, keep your voice down or my wannabe owner neighbor’ll be after me with a pen-knife,” Jay shushed me.  "And no, I don’t _want_ to be castrated.  It’s just that…well, after Ryan lost his, I was thinkin’, an’ if I _had_ to lose my balls, I’m just sayin’ I’d rather it be to some dude I respected, ‘stead o’ some asshole.“ "Huh…well, okay, that makes sense,” I nodded.  He’d just found out his buddy Ryan had gotten nutted by some frosh and had been pretty weirded out by the whole thing.  "But a personal ad in 'Balls To Lose’?“  I handed him back the pad with his ad showing. "Look, it’s not like I have to let any guy who calls have me, but if I do, then hey - no need to keep worrying about it, you know?  I don’t need you to stick around the whole time if you don’t want to, I just want somebody here to make sure he doesn’t just taze me or something.”   I shrugged.  "Sure, if you want.  I’m kinda trashed already, though.“  I’d been out with some friends after work and had come back sloshed. Just then the buzzer rang.  "Just stay conscious for another few minutes,” he chuckled, hitting the button.  He paced by the door until we heard footsteps, and the knock soon after. “This your ad?” I heard a deep voice ask. “Y…yessir,” Jay answered, stepping aside, and in walked the living embodiment of masculinity.  The guy was huge, shaved head, short beard, bursting out of his skintight jeans and t-shirt. “Take your clothes off.  Who’s that?” he pointed to me. “My roommate.” “He have his balls?” “Yessir,” Jay nodded. “Take off your clothes,” he said to me. “What?  Dude, I’m not gettin’ cut here,” I laughed drunkenly.  "Just him.“ He turned, giving me a steely glare, and stomped over to me.  I got scared as he did - he was a BIG dude - but had nowhere near the time my drunk ass would’ve needed to react.  He gripped me by the neck and pulled me to my feet, then bodily carried me around to the back of the couch, me kicking and struggling the whole way.  Once there, the fucker ripped my shorts off, bent me over the couch, and I heard him unzip! "Jay!  Help, man!” Jay looked back and forth between us, terrified.  "I…I can’t…“ "He knows his place, bitch,” the man grumbled.  "Let’s teach you yours.“  RAM! Losing my ass cherry without the benefit of even lube is not an experience I’d wish on anybody.  I struggled and cried, trying to get away from him, but the guy held me tight, pounding my asshole over and over again, until finally I gave up.  I couldn’t get away from this guy; I couldn’t do anything to stop him.  He was going to cum in my ass, and then he’d take my balls, and there wasn’t a damned thing I could do to stop it. "Good boy.  Now you’re learning,” he grumbled behind me, feeling as I loosened up, accepting him in even as his pace quickened.  I felt him fire it up in me, a big load of his manspunk, and was grateful when he finally pulled it back out, wiping himself off with the remains of my shirt and stuffing it back into his pants. I lay there over the couch, crying as my ass dripped goo, more from the knowledge that I was about to lose my nuts than the pain in my rear.  I shook a little when I felt the clamps around the neck of my sac, but just lay there when he clipped it, severing my balls. “You,” he pointed to the quivering Jay.  "Here,“ he pointed down to the couch next to me.  Jay practically ran over next to me and bent over the couch. "Nngh,” he winced as the man entered him.  "Ahh…oowww…“ he grunted and groaned. "Just relax your asshole, it’s easier,” I whispered to him. “Ahhhh…aaahhhh…” Jay’s moans started to turn as he loosened up, apparently getting more pleasure from this than I did.  When the man sped up, he started panting and moaning and pushing back, and then let out a little yelp when the man came in his ass, and another when his balls came off a few moments later. “Give these to your friends,” he dropped some cards on the table.  After that he never said another word to us, just packed his clippers into his bag and headed right out the door, our nuts in a baggie in his hand.  After taking showers we sat naked on the couch, sharing a joint and trying to process what had just happened. “Sorry I got you castrated, bro,” Jay apologized. “It’s okay, man,” I shook my head, looking at one of the cards the man had dropped.  One side had contact info, the other a glossy photo of him, in the nude, his arms crossed over his chest.  "I still can’t believe I had a dick this big in me,“ I pointed it out to Jay.  "Honestly, a guy like that…I’m kinda proud.  I mean, it sucks to be nutless, but how many dudes get cut by a beast like that guy?”

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Bros Before Hos

“Auuugh!” Jeremy tilted his head back and shouted.  "Goddammit!“  Brian and Liam jerked, startled.  "I am so fucking horny!” Brian sighed.  "Dude…you startled the fuck out of me,“ he shook his head, annoyed. "Seriously,” Liam rolled his eyes.  "Just go jerk off or something.“ Brian snorted, and Jeremy looked at Liam like he was an idiot.  "Kinda tough to jerk it when you don’t have a dick,” Brian chuckled to himself, leaning forward in his chair and pulling the weed tray over toward him. “What?” Liam hit pause on the video game and turned toward him, raising an eyebrow.  "You don’t…“ "No, I don’t have a fuckin’ dick,” Jeremy sighed, rubbing his crotch. “Tell him how you lost it,” Brian snickered, breaking up some green. Jeremy sighed again.  "I lost at beer pong.  I was as this one party last weekend and these fratboys were betting at beer pong.  I fucked up the last throw,“ he shook his head. "Shit.  That’s some bet,” Liam nodded, turning back to the game. “I fuckin’ played their asses first two games,” Jeremy sighed.  "Shoulda quit while I was ahead.“ "So fuck yourself up the ass, then,” Liam shrugged. “Dude,” Jeremy looked incredulous.  "I’m straight, bro, I ain’t doin’ that.“ "Aw, c'mon.  You’ve NEVER tried butt stuff with a chick?” Liam looked at him sideways, clearly not believing him. “Fuck, no!  How the hell does a guy count as straight if he takes it up the ass?” Jeremy was incredulous. “When he takes it from a chick,” Brian snorted again, packing the bowl up. “What, like YOU’VE taken it up the ass from a chick?”  It was Jeremy’s turn to laugh. “Well, yeah,” Brian shrugged, nonchalant.  "Coupl'a times.  It’s alright.“  He held the bowl up to his lips and sparked it. "Really?” Jeremy was genuinely shocked.  Brian had always seemed so straight…Liam he wasn’t as sure about. “Sure,” Brian nodded, slowly exhaling a cloud of smoke.  "It’s only queer if you’re takin’ it from a dude, bro.  An’ even then, only if you’re doin’ it fer fun.“ "Well…why else would you fuck somebody?” Jeremy was confused again. “‘cuz you’re horny, there’s no bitches around, and you got a bro willin’ to take one for the team,” Liam answered. “An’ sometimes you just gotta put a guy in his place,” Brian handed Jeremy the bowl.  "You know, dominate the fuck out of him, show him who’s boss.  Then it ain’t queer, it’s just about figurin’ out the social hierarchy n’ shit.“ "On the wrestling team we fuck all the frosh.  Part of their initiation,” Liam added.  "Kinda surprised those fratboys didn’t fuck you after they took your dick.“  Jeremy was conspicuously silent, instead taking his hit off the bowl.  He held it extra-long, then handed it off to Liam.  "Or,” Liam added, “did they?”  Liam looked him in the eye. “Uh,” Jeremy sort of wilted.  "Look, just…don’t…don’t tell anybody this, okay?“  The other two nodded.  "I was drunk as fuck, and kind of in shock at losing my cock, an’…the guy I’d lost to, he…he did it.”  Jeremy sighed a little, then rapidly added, “I didn’t cum or anything and all his fuckin’ bros had to hold me down.” “Too bad.  Sounds hot,” Liam winked, exhaling and handing the bowl off. “I don’t really remember it that well,” Jeremy confessed.  "I was REALLY trashed.“ "So, lube up an’ give it a shot,” Liam shrugged.  "Better than randomly screaming.“ "Sorry,” Jeremy sounded down.  "I’m just…it’s been like, a week, an’…I haven’t gone that long without cummin’ since I could get a boner.“  He looked pensive.  "It’s just…how…how do you ask a chick to fuck you up the ass?” “You tell her upfront that you’re dickless and like bein’ pegged,” Brian rolled his eyes, handing him the bowl again.  "Sure, some won’t be into it an’ some’ll be bitches, but plenty’ll be into it.“ "An’ you can always try shit with a dildo or somethin’,” Liam added. “I guess so,” Jeremy nodded.  "Still don’t help me now, though.  Fuuuuuck…“ he kneaded his balls through his shorts. "Then it seems there’s only one solution,” Brian shook his head slowly, feigning resignation.  He looked at Liam and let out a fake sigh.  "We’ll just have to fuck him ourselves.“ "Only solution I can see,” Liam had to work to keep a straight face.  "I mean, he clearly needs it.“ "Wait,” Jeremy backed up, his eyes bloodshot.  "Hold on, you guys…“ Brian stood up and pulled his shirt off, exposing his thick arms and big pecs, all of which looked so much bigger to Jeremy all of a sudden.  "Don’t worry, man, we’re your bros,” he leaned over to the side table, opening up the small drawer to pull out a few rubbers and a bottle of lube.  "We’ll take it easy on ya, s'tead of tearin’ up your asshole, like those fratboys did.“ "Dude, let us see it,” Liam nodded, standing up himself. “What?” “Like, the stump or whatever.  Drop trou, bro, I wanna see.” “Really?” Jeremy was incredulous.   “C'mon, you’ll feel better afterward, bro,” Brian leaned over the back of the couch, grabbing the bottom of Jeremy’s shirt and pulling it up and off him. Jeremy raised his arms to let it come off.  He didn’t want to get fucked by a dude, but…damn…he did need _something_, and he didn’t know any chicks into this shit and even if he did wasn’t confident enough to ask one to do it.  He didn’t have any dildos, obviously, which only left dudes, and if any dude was going to fuck him…wouldn’t his bros be the best ones to do it?  "Dammit,“ he muttered to himself, realizing this was his only option, at least for now.  He got to his feet and undid his shorts, dropping them to the floor. "You guys are the first ones I’ve showed,” Jeremy sighed, putting his hands on his hips and thrusting forward a bit.  Even his internal cock had been taken; he just had flat skin puckered in a bit where it had been.  "I piss from down here, now,“ Jeremy lifted a leg and showed them the new, still-sore pisshole behind his pendulous, swollen nutsac. "Damn,” Liam peered in close, “they did a nice job.  Almost like you never had a dick,” he looked up at Jeremy and winked. “Over here,” Brian beckoned from behind the couch, having dropped his shorts and wrapped his dick.  He squirted a glob of lube into his hand and slicked up his dick while Jeremy came around.  "Here,“ Brian took his arms and turned him around, then pressed forward on his back to bend him over it.  He leaned down a bit, tapping the inside of Jeremy’s legs to get him to spread 'em.  "There you go, bro.  Now, just breathe and try to relax.” Jeremy caught his breath when he felt Brian’s dick pressing at his asshole, but forced himself to exhale, remembering what his coaches had always told him: your muscles relax when you exhale, so breathe deep.  The lube was cold, and then…there it was, up in him.  Jeremy grunted a little, wincing as he felt his rectum stretch.  He kept wanting to clamp down with his asshole, but forced himself to hold it open, and breathe, breathe, breathe…ooo.  A tingle.  What was…ooo…  Jeremy felt himself actually relax a little.  "Unh…unh…“ he heard himself letting out little grunts as Brian thrust up in him. "See?”  Liam grinned, having gone back to playing his game.  "Startin’ t'feel good, huh?“ "Y…yeah,” Jeremy panted.   “Lemme know when you need to tag out, bro,” Liam said to Brian, not bothering to watch him fuck Jeremy. “Sure thing.  Been awhile for me, too, so Round 1 may not last that long,” the big guy picked up his rythym. “Ah…ah…ah…” Jeremy panted, his eyes bugging out. “Yeah, bro, takin’ it like a champ!” Brian grinned, slapping Jeremy’s ass.  "Damn, and it’s tight, too.  Your squats’re payin’ off, bro,“ he commented approvingly, but Jeremy was too out of his mind to process anything else just then.  Brian kept slamming his ass.  "Bro, gonna tag out in a minute,” he called. “Alright,” Liam paused his game, stood up, and dropped trou, his cock hardening up to full length.  He pulled on a rubber and lubed himself, then watched Brian speed up. “Ah..ah..ah..ah..AHHH!!!” Jeremy moaned, spurting a load onto the floor from between his legs.   “A moaner, huh?” Liam observed. A few seconds later, Brian thrust and stayed there.  "RRRRRRAAAAAGH!!!“ he threw his head back and roared as he came, then pulled out and gave Jeremy’s ass a hard slap. "Nice, bro,” Liam wiped his hands off and picked up the video game controller.  "Alright, bro,“ he said to Jeremy as he got into position, "I’ll take it nice an’ slow for ya.”  His cock went in easier, Jeremy’s asshole already relaxing a bit.   “Okay.”  Jeremy had been about to say 'no, that’s enough,’ but when he felt Liam inside him, he knew it hadn’t been. Liam did take it slow, thrusting in and out slowly.  He unpaused his game and continued playing as he fucked Jeremy.  Brian, meanwhile, had ducked into the bathroom to toss his rubber and wash his dick off.  He came back out into the living room and sat back in the leather recliner, re-packing the bowl and idly watching Liam’s game.  Liam piloted his little spaceship to the giant boss thing and started blasting off tentacles, his whole body shifting slightly left and right as he played but keeping the rythym. “Is this the furthest you’ve gotten?” Brian asked. “I’ve made it to this boss, but…” Liam leaned over, his ship barely dodging an enemy shot, “…this is the furthest I’ve gotten…” “You’ve almost killed him, bro, nice,” Brian nodded. “Almost…” Liam’s pace started to speed up, the boss’ health bar flashing.  "Almost…“   "You got this, dude, you totally got this,” Brian cheered him on. “There!” Liam loosed a missile at just the right time, and watched it fly up into the boss-monster’s head.  Its health metere went to zero and the screen flashed with its explosions.  "Yeah!“ Liam threw his hands in the air, then rapidly dropped them as he came.  "Ahhh…fuck, yeah, bitch!”  He grabbed Jeremy’s hips and pumped hard.  "Killed you, bitch!“  He grinned wildly as the game tallied his score for the level, then paused it as the next one started.   "Damn…though…” he pulled out of Jeremy’s ass, his dick going limp, “I gotta tag out, bro,” he nodded to Brian. “Hah, alright,” Brian grinned, jerking his dick hard again and re-rubbering himself up.  "How you doin’, bro?“ he slapped Jeremy’s ass again as he got into position. "Good,” Jeremy panted.  "Doin’ good.“ "Let’s get one more outta ya,” Brian held Jeremy’s hips and started up his rythym again, a little slower than before but faster than Liam’s.  Jeremy spread his legs a bit and steeled himself, feeling another cum starting to build up in him. “Oh…oh yeah…oh, fuck…fuck…fuck me,” Jeremy panted.  "Yeah…fuck…fuck…fuuuuuck….MEEEE!“ he cried out, shooting another load straight down onto the floor. "Yeah, thought I’d found your speed, bro,” Brian grinned, immediately pulling out.  He pulled the rubber off his dick and tossed it in the trash, since he hadn’t cum in it, then got back to packing his bowl. “Holy…” Jeremy panted, still bent over the couch.  "Holy crap, that was amazing.“ "Still horny?” Liam asked, already back on his game. “Not…not right now,” Jeremy slowly pushed himself back up to standing, wincing a little at how sore his ass suddenly felt.  "But it might, uh…take me a few weeks to…save up.  For a dildo?“ "Don’t worry, bro.  I don’t mind helpin’ you out in th'meantime,” Brian nodded, holding out his fist.  Jeremy weakly bumped it, exhausted. “Two or three times a day, even,” Liam grinned.

[zoroaster666]

Laced

“Nnnnnngggggg-ah!” I grunted, hefting up the bar one last time, then letting out a big sigh as it dropped back down onto the rack.  I sat up, panting and sweaty, glad to be done with my workout and even happier I’d pushed out a few more reps than usual.  Marked it down in my book, got to my feet and wiped down the bench, taking a last few minutes to put all the plates back. I always did that, even though it seemed like nobody else did.  The two other big dudes in the gym just glared at me from the corner.  I avoided eye contact, sighing a little.  It had always been like this, since junior high.  Other guys into gettin’ big would say nice things on the floor, we’d start to get friendly, and then they’d see me in the showers, and boom.  Sudden hostility.  It was still disappointing…every gym I’d been to, all the big dudes seemed to know each other, would spot each other n’ stuff, but they’d always exclude me. And, of course, it was pretty clear why.  Some guys would kill to have a dick like mine, but it’s really only good for jerking and as a showpiece.  The other big guys, even if they were just average-hung, would always get jealous over it and super-shitty to me all of sudden.  I’d try hiding it, never letting the towel drop, but guys would still see it, word would get around, and boom.  Nobody would talk to me, except to make shitty passive-aggressive comments. I knew I shouldn’t let it get me down, but you can only get called “donkey dick” so many times behind your back before it starts stinging a little to be referenced solely by a body part.  I could take getting that when I went to a bar, where people were out for sex anyway, but the only people not scared off the by the thing were big-dick fetishists who would just treat me as a body part again.  Worst of all, it wasn’t like I could _do_ a lot with the thing - I was way too big to fuck or even get much of a blow.  Jerking it was fun, but that was about all I could do with the thing.  I’d been fucked a few times myself, but never get off on it, which didn’t leave me with much of a love life. Out of the shower, I pulled my jockeys up under my towel, then faced the wall while I got my pants on - loose sweats - and headed out of there, glad to be done with all of my obligations for the week.  I had nothing planned for this weekend and had had a rough week at work, so decided to text my favorite weed dealer on the way home.  I smoked every now and then, not too much, and tonight, figured I’d earned a little.

Back at my place, I’d just tossed my gym bag’s contents into the laundry when the buzzer rang, and I grinned, seeing my favorite delivery man on the video.  I buzzed him up, looking forward to seeing that buff, tight body in the skintight underarmor shirts and lycra shorts he always wore, tightly outlining his own thick sausage and nicely-stuffed sac, all kept perfectly smooth and hairless.   I’d been calling him for a few years, a friend having given me the number.  He’d been maybe nineteen then, and had just started getting into lifting himself.  He’d asked me tons of questions, and I’d encouraged him when he’d started to make real progress.  When I answered the door shirtless once, he’d talked me into hitting some poses for him, and he’d squeezed my arms a little.  "Dude, I’m straight and all, but man…you’re just awe-inspiring,“ he’d told me at the time, clearly hard. I’d gotten off on it myself, and over the next few months we’d gone into the full-bore muscle worship stuff.  In addition to the squeezing, he’d started always wanting to measure my arms or legs or something.  I’d started buzzing him up while only wearing my posing briefs, and he’d seen how huge my package was.  He’d insisted on measuring that, too, and ever since then, I’d started just answering the door in the nude.   I’d talked him into letting me measure him back, to use as a motivational tool, and apparently it had worked.  When he had time, he loved stripping down to get measured, eagerly showing off and grinning as the numbers kept going up.  Turned out he had a real nice dick himself, a good thick ten-incher, but we never fooled around - just occasionally sharing a bowl and jerking off on each other, and even that only a few times. Today, I was pumped, showered and freshly waxed.  He was shirtless, in loose khaki shorts for a change, but showing off his own toned, muscular torso and thick arms.  He’d gotten a lot bigger since I’d known him (and was still growing), but he was still only half my size.   "Hey, man,” he grinned, hefting up his backpack.  "Lookin’ good, bud,“ he reached out squeeze an arm, and I gave him a bicep flex.  "Sadly, my stash isn’t,” he unzipped it his bag.  "Only really got the ditch stuff today,“ he apologized, spreading out some baggies of weed that didn’t look too great, all brown and dry-looking. "Well…wait, what are those?” I pointed at some with yellow stickers that I saw in the bag still, one of them taped back shut after having been torn open. “Oh, uh…well…” he pushed a few of them out.  They looked good, covered in little red hairs.  "These are some great weed, but turns out they’ve been laced with something.  I had a few puffs, and, uh…well, here, just look.“  He undid his shorts and dropped them a bit.  He wasn’t wearing any underwear, but that thick schlong I’d always enjoyed sucking on and being fucked by looked like it had pulled up in him a bit - it was definitely shorter.  "Fuckers must have laced it with dick-shrinker.”   Rival drug syndicates had been doing that lately, trying to discredit their competitors.  Stories in the media had told of drugs being found laced with all sorts of crazy things ranging from mildly annoying to super-shitty.  He had his own sources, though, and prided himself on never having sold any tainted stuff. “Damn, dude…” I reached out to touch it, so used to being naked around him that it didn’t occur to me to ask.  "It still works okay, though, right?“  Luckily, he didn’t seem to be offended, and just stood there watching as I gave it a few strokes, feeling it start to firm up.  The torpedo head was still like it always was, and he hardened up nice and easy, but at full boner he only had about seven inches of shaft, down from nine or so!  I let go and stood back up, feeling my own cock hardening up, poking out in front of me…now nearly twice as big as his! "Yeah, it all still works,” he shrugged, pulling his pants back up, “s'just a little smaller.  Kind of embarrassing, though…s'why I’m in the baggy shorts, you know?  Anyway…you can have it for free if you really want it,” he shrugged, unable to hide his slight blush.  "Just don’t tell anybody it came from me; it would fuck my reputation.“ "Huh…” I thought about it for a minute, rubbing my dick.  Smoke some weed and get a smaller dick?  That didn’t sound like bad thing at all to me.  "Fuck it.  I can stand to lose a few inches.  Gimme two of those.“ "You sure, bud?” he raised a shaven brow.  "You know it doesn’t grow back, right?“ "Yeah.  It’s cool,” I nodded.  "I like the idea.  Too big t'fuck now, as it is.“  I counted out the cash and handed it to him, then went ahead and broke open one of the containers to break up some of the weed, a little nervous and excited. "Dude…I never thought a dude hung like you would wanna give it up.  I love havin’ a big dick, but…fuck…” he unzipped his shorts again, his boner coming back to full erection, “you gotta let me watch, man.  I totally wanna shrink your dick.” “Sure,” I shrugged, packing the bowl. “Hold on, lemme measure some,” he pulled a cloth tape measure out of his backpack.  I stood a moment and let him measure my cock, flexing those muscles to make it plump out as big as possible.  "Fuck, man, twelve and a half.  I swear, you’ve got the biggest dick I’ve ever seen.“ "Not for long,” I sparked the bowl, taking it rapidly, in a few big pulls.  The weed tasted fine, no real difference from the normal stuff, and my head got good and fuzzy right away - good stuff! “Alright, gimme a double-biceps pose,” he winked, snapping his tape measure. I grinned, standing up straight and going into the pose, legs at shoulder distance apart, back straight, arms up and flexed, looking straight ahead, fake grin.  We had a few poses he’d have me hit, like I was up on stage, fake smile and all, and would measure me as I hit them.  I’d try my best to stay hard the whole time, unlike when I was actually onstage, and desperatly hoping my posing briefs would hold.  Today was no different, but I did keep wanting to look down and see if it was working yet. “Nope,” he lightly slapped me on the cheek when I’d try.  "Look up.“  Also part of our routine - I liked to pretend to be a dumb animal.  Not getting to look was kind of a turn-on, though, especially when, after measuring my arms, he decided I needed another bowl.  "Not small enough yet, bro,” he’d said, packing another bowl while keeping an eye on me to make sure I didn’t look.  I could feel it pretty well, though, and couldn’t be all that much smaller yet. “Gimme a most-muscular.”  I pulled my arms down, pumping my fist into my other hand down at my groin, pecs and delts popping.  I imagined how I looked standing there, flexing, pumped, shiny…eyes red and droopy…dick shrinking.  I could feel it, all tight down there, like it was trying to burst out of the skin.  There was a hot warmth all though my dick even up inside me, and a pulling from within.  I could definitely feel it pulling up in there but couldn’t tell how much.  I wondered how small he’d make it.  What did he think was the appropriate size for me, anyway?  It was pretty obvious he’d wanna be bigger than me, so down to at least seven inches.  That would be pretty good, I figured, and if I felt it getting too small, it’s not like I had to smoke it.   “No looking down,” he slapped me lightly on the cheek again.  "Bad boy!“ "Yessir!” I snapped back up, staring ahead like I was supposed to.  I couldn’t really complain; I was the one who’d told him about a million times that looking down was the most common mistake guys made in their posing routines. “Just for that you need another one,” he packed me another bowl and held it up to my lips.  I inhaled it when he told me to, holding it in and exhaling.  "Good boy,“ he said as I finished it.  I glowed…it was weird…normally I wouldn’t care, but him calling me that made me feel oddly good…probably just ‘cuz I was high, but…I wanted to be a good boy.  "Victory,” he ordered. I raised my arms in the air, feet together, head slightly tilted back, gut in.  He checked my pecs again, then ran the tape around my midsection in a few places, cooing appreciatively.  "Another quarter inch this week.  Good boy!“ he’d say, and I’d glow.  "Thigh n’ calf,” he ordered, and I changed pose. “Yeah…real nice,” he muttered, measuring my thighs, my calves, my glutes.  "Gettin’ better…good boy…“  He wasn’t really even saying it to me, just saying it more to himself, but I could still feel myself glow at the comment.  Usually I’d say something back like, "Yeah, been workin’ on 'em” or something, but we didn’t usually have this whole submissive dynamic, so I stayed silent.  "Hmm…hammies haven’t gotten any bigger, though.  You need to work on those, boy.“ "Yessir,” I muttered, making the mental note.  I did always have a problem with them. “Oh, you lost your boner.  That’s not good,” he looked down at it.   Crap, I’d lost concentration and let it go down.  I got it hard again in a few seconds but I felt like an idiot for having lost it. “Bad boy.  You’ll need another bowl, then,” he held it up to my lips. I sighed, but in my current submissive headspace, he was right - punishment via further de-masculation was appropriate.  I took a long pull, coughing a little but returning immediately to my pose, feeling my package tighten again. “Bend over the couch,” he ordered, “and let me get at those glutes.”  This one was new, but I did it, legs apart, toes pointed in, ass spread open and ready.  He took a few measurements, but I think he felt what he needed to do, and I felt his cock bump up against my ass in a few places.  He seemed hesitant to put it in.  "I shrank your dick, bro…big dude, bigger'n me, and now you’re smaller there…measured in at six and a half.  I made ya smaller'n me…“  He pressed it against my asshole, taking one big breath before finally just sliding the damn thing in.   I took it, grunting a little, clearly not used to it - and I wasn’t; even down a few inches he was still bigger then any guy who’d ever fucked me before.  "Oh, good boy,” he said to me, and I felt my ass just relax, letting him in as I felt the brief rush of pleasure. He felt just as big as ever, if maybe with a slightly faster rythym now.  I ground back against him, helping him get his cock all the way up in me, hitting my spot.  "Yeah…nice…“ he panted, gripping my muscled ass and pulling into me, again and again until he finally blew his load into a man’s ass for the first time. "Good boy,” he panted, pulling the rubber off, his cock flopping back down between his legs.  "Damn, bro…never fucked a dude before,“ he shook his head, still seeming amazed he’d done it.  "Somethin’ about shrinkin’ ya down, man…fuck, that made me feel powerful as hell.  You’re such a fuckin’ beast and I fucked you in the ass without even a peep from ya,” he looked up at me, smirking.  "I knew you was queer but didn’t think you’d be such an easy hole t'bitch out.“ For a moment I felt a flash of anger, but, then, it was gone as soon as it came, replaced with just a sinking feeling.  He had made me his bitch, kinda…he’d shrank my manhood and then fucked me good.  If that didn’t count, not much would.  I just hung my head.  "Yeah, I guess so,” I’d said, sounding dour. “Aww, it’s okay.  You were a real good boy.”  I looked up, the smile spreading across my face.  "And, you know,“ he winked as he pulled his shorts back up, "I get off at two tonight.  I killed at the gym this week, gonna want you t'measure me, an’, uh…if you’re good maybe I’ll fuck ya again,” he smirked. “Yessir,” I’d grinned stupidly, high as a kite and still glowing from the fucking. “Then seeya at two.  Be a good boy and smoke some more of that before I get back,” he winked, snagging his backpack and heading out the door in a rush. After he left I stayed naked, getting a kick out of it, at some dinner and crashed on the couch, my muscles sore and still pretty high.  I watched TV for most of the rest of the night, stoned out of my mind and playing idly with my shrunken boner.  I measured it once I could get hard again - six and a half inches, just like he’d said!  Still a big around as ever, looking like a soda can sticking out of my crotch, but I loved it.  It was half what it had been; it was…average!  I grinned, thinking how awesome it was going to be to have a cock I could fuck with.  Maybe if I showed it off a little I could lose the nicknames, too.  I hadn’t been this happy since I broke 800 on the squat! Around ten I got a text from my guy.  He’d never sent me one before unless I’d called him over, so was a little puzzled when I went to read it.  All it said was, “Be a good boy”.  I grinned, chuckling a little.  That had been fun, I thought, my eyes darting over to the half-empty baggie.  I felt the impulse to have some, but hesitated.  "Eh…what’s another inch or so?“ I figured, and packed up another bowl.  Average was 5.2, so I could stand to lose another inch, right?  Once the tightness subsided, I measured again - 5.4.  Not bad. Then again around midnight.  "Be a good boy.”  I was still kind of high from the last time, and just did it without really thinking about it, high enough that I forgot to measure my dick afterward.   I mostly forgot about it, just lazing around the couch watching TV, and almost didn’t even notice when the buzzer rang.  Once I did, I lurched to my feet, my body feeling huge and heavy, and stumbled over to hit the door button.  I opened my front door an inch or two, then stumbled back over to the couch. The door opened a minute later and he came in.  "Hey there, boy,“ he said to me, still wearing what he had been earlier, his shirt tucked into the belt of his shorts.  "You been good?” “Yessir,” I nodded, grinning, my tongue feeling heavy and making me lisp a little bit. “So where’re we at?” he asked rhetorically, coming over near me, his eyes locked on my crotch.  "Yeah, looks a lot smaller,“ he grinned.  "You were a good boy.”  I felt that little rush and grinned widely.  "I still think you need another bowl or two, though,“ he nodded toward the weed.  Obediently, I started crumbling some up, packing it and sparking it.  "Good boy,” he nodded.  I loved that feeling so much.  "Now hop up n’ get hard; I wanna get some pictures.“ I got up to my feet and reached down, not looking at how small it was now, just feeling that there was barely anything left to my cock.  "Hit some poses, boy,” he ordered, so I grinned and flexed my arms while he took pictures.  "Yeah, real nice and small…barely a dick at all, boy.  Real good.“  I hit some more poses, he took some more pictures.  Once he was finished he unzipped his pants and said, "On your knees and open up.” Normally I’d have laughed, or maybe smacked him one, but I just couldn’t help myself.  I needed to obey him, to have that dick in my mouth the moment I saw it.  My knees buckled and I gazed up at him, his nice seven-incher jutting out above me, and opened up.  "Yeah, take it, boy,“ he said as I took his cock in my mouth.  "Suck the cock of the man who destroyed yours.  Suck your master’s dick, slaveboy.”  I looked up at him for a moment as he said it.  "Yeah, that’s right, slaveboy.  You know you are.  You need to serve a real cock, doncha boy?“ "Mmmffmf,” I nodded, already knowing it was true.  Fuck, it was totally true…I felt like a total slave, like I just needed to obey him and his man-cock, the symbol of his authority.  I’d let him take mine from me, my great staff now barely a twig, and so deserved this, deserved to be humbled and humiliated before him. He pulled his cock out so I could take another hit, then another, and it happened while I was sucking him.  It was just a tingle at first, a little tickle around my tiny cockhead, and then a pressure as it pulled back further, my internal cock tissues tightening up even further, and then, with a pop, it slipped inside!  I couldn’t feel my balls at all anymore, just the tingly feeling as my little cockhead rubbed against the skin of the fold it had made as it pulled up in me. I shuddered a little as it happened, and he noticed, pulling out and looking down.  "Stand up,“ he ordered, cock sticking out proudly.  I did, keeping my head respectfully bowed, staring at his boner.  He was more interested in my crotch, bending down to peer at it closely.  He stuck a finger up inside the little pucker, feeling my cockhead just inside, then pulled the skin apart with his fingers to get a look at it.  "Oh, it’s so cute and perfect,” he slapped my ass.  "Back on your knees, dickless slaveboy,“ he ordered, and I went right back to sucking on his luscious cock, glowing.   I couldn’t have been happier.  Not only was I dickless, but, even better, he had called me his slave!

Months later… I finish my workout, strutting back to the locker room with a towel over my shoulder, wearing the workout uniform Master insisted upon: a fitted, skintight wrestling unitard, especially tight over my midsection to show off my dickless crotch.  I’m huge, bigger than I’ve ever been, thanks to all the 'roids Master’s been shooting me up with.  It’s starting to make my ears and nose swell, and my belly’s ballooning outward too, but it’s what Master wants. "What, slaveboy, no third hour today?” one of the trainers jokes, grabbing his crotch.  I’ve seen what’s under the fabric; maybe three inches at best - a classic overcompensator.  He often made comments about the three-hour workout routine Master typically had me do, impressed that I was able to keep it up for so long.  He’d been the biggest guy in the gym until I surpassed him, and had had a hard time getting used to the idea of being second-strongest. “No, sir,” I bow my head.  "Master wants me home earlier today.  He’s having friends over.  I…can’t service you today.“  Usually when he made those sorts of passive-aggressive comments I’d offer my ass or mouth to him, just to make sure he knew I knew he was the bigger man where it counts.  I liked it best when he fucked me; post-workout cums were some of the best I could get anymore, but he usually had me on my knees with my lips around his cock because he thought it was more degrading that way. He wasn’t the only one I serviced, either.  The small-dicked guys who’d always been envious of my dick before now looked at me with a mixture of awe (at my size) and pity (at my 'size’).  Some had asked, and I’d proudly told them how my Master had taken my dick, happily shown them the pucker.  Now they talk to me, joke around, spot me, and some of them like to fuck me.  I know they like that the only guy bigger than all of them is dickless; it makes them feel like bigger men, no need to be intimidated.   I don’t mind that they use me for that.  They’re men with dicks; I’m not.  That’s how it should be.

[prepare-your-bits]

Castration and Penectomy Short: Birthday Girl

“You know you didn’t need to get me anything, right?” Shelia, who was on the couch crossed her legs, and raised an eyebrow at the man standing in front of her.

“On your birthday? Of course I did!” Cedric looked down at her.

“Okay, fine. What is it,” she asked.

“Well… don’t be mad.”

“What did you do?”

“I- uh… I…” Cedric stuttered.

“C'mon! It can’t be that bad!”

“I read your diary,” the boy blurted.

“You… you WHAT!? That’s not a birthday present!”

“Wait! I saw something in there. Something you want.”

“That doesn’t- I- What do you mean!?” Shelia’s cheeks were bright red. Instead of answering, Cedric quickly undid his pants and dropped both them and his boxers to the ground, flashing his impressive equipment at the girl.

“Cedric! What the fuck!?”

“We’ve been friends a long time, Shel. You said in your diary that you have always wanted to nullify a man. I want to give you this.”

“I- you-… You’re… You’re serious?” A hunger began to show in Shelia’s eyes.

“Absolutely. You’ve got balm, right?”

“Who doesn’t?” The girl’s eyes were locked on the spectacle in front of her.

“Use the scissors.” Cedric gestured towards a pair sitting atop the small table next to her.

“This… this is so sudden…” Shelia reached over slowly and picked up the innocent-looking implement. Immediately, Cedric’s cock grew to its full nine inches, pointing proudly at the ceiling, and giving a good view of his low-hanging fruits.

“Isn’t it better that way?” Cedric walked over and pointedly put his manhood at eye level with Shelia. Rather than responding, in her trance-like state, the beauty put one of her soft hands just under the head of her friend’s rigid cock. There was a threatening scrape of metal as the scissor jaws opened up.

“Tell me again that you want this. Sincerely.” Shelia’s voice was unsteady and breathy.

“I want you to take what is yours. Do whatever you want with your present.”

Shelia pulled down on Cedric’s massive length, and positioned the scissors at the base of it. The faint smell of sweat; the lively warmth; the throbbing… she’d never been this excited. Slowly as she could, the girl squeezed on the grips. Two heedless blades bit into the flesh of what could have been a tool for a man.

This man, however, understood that it belonged to a woman. She should be able to use it when she pleases, without worrying about his stamina. Shelia had every intention of ravaging herself with it. Feeling it go cold. Getting off on the knowledge that it was once attached to her best friend. The scissors were so tight. The flesh between them was only a fraction of an inch wide. At last, a cut formed, leaking deep red blood onto the floor.

This was it. It was happening!

*SNIP*

One moment, Cedric’s cock was standing proud. The next, with a visceral sound, it was falling onto Shelia’s cleavage, and down to the floor, from which it was promptly scooped up. The girl frantically yanked open a drawer, and pulled out a tube of something. After twisting off the cap, she squirted a bright green paste onto the base of the severed shaft, then onto where it used to be. Almost immediately, the wounds were sealed with new skin.

No time to marvel at her work, though. Next was the balls. Shel eagerly grabbed the boy’s nuts, and pulled them towards her. She brought the scissors up to the base of Cedric’s sac, and immediately started closing the blades. This part of her gift was much less resistant. The skin compressed easily. The best part was feeling the cords crunch. They didn’t stand a chance. His testicles were already ruined before they’d even started bleeding.

That came just after. Crimson droplets painted the hardwood. It was still hard to believe she was really doing this. Really castrating a man with her own hands. Cedric’s sex life couldn’t handle any more. The pressure was too much.

*SKRRRRIK*

It was a gorgeous sight to behold. Something so important to a man just dropping pathetically to the ground. Shelia had never felt more powerful in her whole life. Just as with the cock, she fixed both trauma points up, leaving her with the world’s best stress ball, and a eunuch. With no ceremony, Shelia bent her knees, spread her legs, and pulled her panties aside from underneath her skirt.

She grabbed her new toy and lined its head up with her dripping cunt.

“See this? Watch me use it. You get no sex. Ever. Not anymore,” Shelia said in a voice absolutely bathed in ecstasy. She slowly pushed every last inch into her. Her need to cum was undeniable, and she was gonna stare right into Cedric’s eyes when she did. His cock was still warm. His balls were soft and satisfying to crush. It would take two humiliating hours for her to reach climax. All Cedric could do was watch, but, somehow, he didn’t mind at all.

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Hey, I wrote. Hope ya like it X3 I’ve gotta stop doing these so late.

[zoroaster666]

Penectomy Party

(This is very loosely based on a story I read years ago on the EA, but I can’t cite it as I don’t have access there anymore.) Drunk, high, horny, hard and feeling awesome, Josh was walking around naked with his buddies, all of them shaved down, oiled up and having a great time. They’d been planning this party for months, making sure they had the perfect spot for it - Rizzo’s parent’s swanky vacation house - and all the drugs and booze they could possibly want.  Everybody was there by eight and had his catheter in by nine, when they’d all put the bands on their cocks.  Two bands per guy, right up at the base.  

They’d hurt like hell, but all the guys were old hands at coming up with ways to distract themselves from the pain.  A few popped some Lidocaine shots, but Josh liked the idea of feeling the pain.  Like all the guys’ dicks, his had quickly come to a fuller erection than naturally possible, then rapidly turned purplish as the blood got trapped inside.  His cock itself rapidly went numb, but the pain at its base stayed with him.  Josh bore it with a smile, especially after popping some of those pills Rizzo had given him, and was getting more and more excited as midnight approached.  Once they’d cut the bands off, they’d be jerking it for hours, balls churning with amazing cum.  It never failed.

He ran into Eddie in the hallway, the short Italian stumbling in the darkness inbetween rooms.  "Yo, Josh,“ he grinned, grabbing at Josh’s cock as he came close, gripping his buddy’s shoulder to steady himself.

“Yo Ed,” Josh grinned, standing firm and holding his buddy off, letting him play with his junk.  

“Damn, startin’ t'get cold,” Eddie grinned.  "Can’t wait t'see that fucker’s bands pop.  You gonna holler…“

Josh grabbed for Eddie’s thick cock too, feeling up the plump veins and odd coolness.  "I’m not the only one, bro,” Josh gave it a few strokes.

“I can’t wait, man.  I wanna cum so bad!” he stumbled for moment, then threw his hands up in the air.  "Woo!“

The guys had been banding their dicks since they were teenagers.  They’d get together, band up and play video games or something for a bit, then after a few hours, snip ‘em off, all laughing at how much it fuckin’ hurt, then circle-jerking it afterward, having amazing cums.

Josh had always been thinking about his being cut off.  When they’d be fooling around, trying to ignore the pain of the bands, he’d be pretending he was dickless already, and so were all his buddies, and when they jerked off after snipping the bands, he’d always be thinking about cutting them all off. Some of their friends had lost interest in the banding during college, and a few new faces started showing up at their summer and winter break band-and-jerk-it parties.  Even after college they’d continued, with most of the guys showing up whenever they could.

He found Ben and Eric in the kitchen around one of the kegs.  Josh filled up, the three guys all taking each other’s cocks in hand, feeling how cold and full they were.  Ben had his long foreskin pulled up through the band, and even it was swollen and plump, pulled back over the bulbous round head, now dark and purplish, as was Eric’s torpedo-shaped cockhead.  And Josh’s; they all noted.

"Yo, check this out,” Eric smirked, taking a two-inch pin and pushing it through the shaft of his cock.  A bead of blood popped free, then Eric let it go, leaving it in.  Josh looked to see he had three other pins in there already.

“Damn…” Josh almost asked if it hurt, but knew full well that with the band, it probably didn’t.

“C'mon, man, try one.  Not like matters if we fuck ‘em up now, right?” Eric offered Josh a pin.  Josh could only see one pin in Eric’s dick, right through the head.

“Nah, that’s cool,” Josh chuckled, but spied the corkscrew on the table.  He thought about it…just twist it up in there, start boring out gore…but no, it would just make a mess.  "Gonna hit the pool.“  He made his way out the big glass doors to the enclosed pool area, where most of the party guests stood about.  All were nude, catheters poking out the end of their purple, banded dicks.  The invite rule had been that any dude showing up had to get his cock banded, so it wasn’t like there were a lot of girlfriends or hangers-on.

Josh scanned the room, recognizing most of the guys, having known them for years, except for one -  a tall, handsome, muscled guy with a dark ponytail, standing next to Brett.  Brett had said his boyfriend Rob would be coming, and Josh was impressed - his bro had sure scored himself a catch!  Especially if the guy was into banding, too, and indeed, his impressive package was done up like all the rest of them, purple and swollen.

He made the rounds, all the guys wanting a cop on their buddies’ cocks and watching the clock.  Josh made sure to give Rob’s cock a good and thorough feel, which the guy took with good humor.  "I’ve kinda gotten used to it,” he joked.

“Awesome that you’re gettin’ banded with us, man,” Josh told him sincerely.

“Glad to, man,” he hugged Brett close.  "Anything for this guy.“

"Aww,” Josh winked, but was genuinely glad for his bud.  He continued back into the house, seeing they had forty-five minutes to go, and he wanted to empty his bladder again.  Kevin was in there when he opened the door, standing in front of the toilet, pissing out the cath.  Josh squeezed in next to him, intentionally bumping him a little.

“Ass,” Kevin slapped Josh’s, and shook out his tube.  

Josh opened up the valve and let fly, the pressurized piss squirting out.  He glanced over to Kev’s strangled cock, a thick five-incher, and imagined just taking a knife to it, cutting the thing off…man, if only we could, he wished for the millionth time.

When they left, Kev headed back toward the pool, but Josh noticed the door to Rizzo’s bedroom was open and he could hear voices inside - low talking, some laughing, and then a loud “OW!  FUCK!”  He walked over to poke his head in, but Eddie opened the door.  The bright light inside made Josh go blind for a moment.  "Yo,“ Eddie gave Josh’s cock a tug and his ass a pat as he squeezed by him.

"Hey, Josh,” he heard Rizzo say warmly.

Josh blinked a few times and looked inside Rizzo’s bedroom.  Rizzo was in there, standing next to a table with a tray on it.  A pile of dildos rested on the tray.  AJ was passed out on the bed.  "Hey, man,“ Rizzo grinned.  

"Yo, Rizzo.  I was wondering where you’d been all night,” Josh grinned, stumbling over to him.  He looked over to AJ, the muscular football player out cold on the bed.  "You fuck him to sleep?“

"Little tough, now,” Rizzo winked.  Josh looked down, intending to stroke his bud’s dick, but found…nothing.  Just a little fleshy lump where Rizzo’s dick had been, with his big ol’ nuts hanging beneath it.

Josh blinked.  "No way,“ he muttered, then looked again: still just a stub.

 "Dude…” he looked up to see Rizzo with that shit-eating grin on his face again.  "Did…did you…“

"Yeah, bro,” Rizzo answered in his slow drawl.  "Check it,“ he picked up one of the "dildos” off the tray, but Josh could see now they weren’t dildos at all - those were five cocks, severed clean, the ends banded!  And shit, he recognized…that was Eddie’s, and those other two still had pins in them - they had to Eric and Ben’s!  

Rizzo dangled his own dick in front of Josh’s face.  "Fuckin’ hot, bro.  Hurts, but not too bad, and I’ve gotten real good at stitchin’ up the stump,“ Rizzo thumped his round little stub, the end of the cath still sticking out, with the head of his dick. Josh nearly shot right there.  He couldn’t believe it…he’d dreamed about this for years, fantasized for so long, and Rizzo…holy fuck, he’d cut his dick off…and Eddie’s…and Ben’s, and Eric’s, and…  Josh looked over to the passed out football player and realized who the owner of the fifth cock was.  And AJ.  "Is…is he ok?” Josh nodded toward their boy.

“Yeah,” Josh chuckled.  "After he cut his dick off, he did a shot.  That’s what did him in.  I’m keepin’ an eye on him.  But now, about you…“

"You want to cut my dick off, don’t you?” Josh looked his buddy in the eye, trying to keep his head about him, but that was tough when everything seemed to be breathing.

“Nah, bro.  I want you to,” Rizzo picked up a bloody knife, wiped it clean, and handed it, hilt first, to Josh.  

He reached out and took it.  Holy fuck, this was it…what he’d dreamt about.  Josh held the knife down toward his cock.  "Over here,“ Rizzo put a hand on Josh’s ass and pushed him over toward the tray with the cocks on it, just high enough that Rizzo could push his hips toward it, his balls over the edge of the table but his cock on it.  "Between the bands,” Rizzo guided his hand, moving the blade of the knife over to Josh’s cock.  "When you’re ready, tilt the point down 'til it touches, then just push your hand down as fast as you can.  It’ll sting but not too bad.“

Josh just nodded, his eyes locked on his cock, and the five others on the tray.  The knife tip drooped down toward the table until it just touched.  Just one push, one motion, and his cock would join the others on the tray.  And he would join Rizzo and AJ and the others, he’d be dickless, like he’d dreamed.  Just one push.  One…quick…motion.

He breathed in sharply and tried not to cry out when the pain came, closing his eyes for a moment, then opening them for just long enough to see his cock lying on the tray before Rizzo made him turn and got to work on Josh’s new stump.  Josh just stood there in shock, his head turned, staring at his severed cock.  He reached over to pick it up.  It felt cold still, like it had for a few hours, but now…even colder, somehow.  The band kept the blood trapped inside, with little leaking out the cut end, and the whole thing was plump, turgid.

Something gripped him, and he didn’t know why, but Josh raised it to his mouth, opening slightly. He’d never sucked a dick before, but something about his own…he licked it, feeling the texture with his tongue, running it up underneath, pushing it in a little more…three inches in and he pulled it out, then in and out a few times again, just getting the feel for it.  He pulled it out, a thread of spit connecting his lips to his cock for a moment before breaking.

"There you go, bud.  Nice and tight,” Rizzo leaned back and stood up, tearing open a disinfectant pad and dabbing Josh’s new stump, tightly stitched up with half an inch or so of catheter poking out.  The stump ached, then went numb after Rizzo shot him up with some painkiller.  His buddy wrapped him up with some tight stick-on bandages, and Josh was good to go.

Josh stumbled back out to the living room, his balls swinging, the stump of his dick aching a little bit.  Everybody was already agog looking at Eric, Ben and Eddie, who stood proudly in the middle of the crowd, showing off their new cockstumps.  "Wow, Josh, too!“ somebody pointed, and they all looked over to see Josh, dickless and smiling sheepishly.

The other three dickless guys slapped his back and congratulated him, while everybody else jockeyed to ge a close look.  "Did it hurt?” they asked.

“Not really.”

Some of the crowd drifted back toward Rizzo, eager to lose their own cocks, while others stayed up front.  Brett ate out his ass while his hot boyfriend Rob sucked on his nuts, and Josh faded in and out a bit, seeing more dickless dudes every time he looked around.

“I dunno, man,” he heard Rob say beneath him.

“C'mon, let’s do it together!” Brett cajoled him, the two conversing beneath Josh’s legs.

“Can…can I cut yours off?” Rob asked, clearly not taking much convincing.

“If I can lop off that big log of yours,” Brett kissed him, the two making out with Josh’s balls resting on the back of Rob’s head.  They stood up.  "Hey, back in a few minutes, bro,“ they slapped Josh’s ass.

Josh nodded and grinned at them, decided to take a seat on a nearby couch next to a couple of passed-out dickless dudes, the white bandages making little X’s over their dickstumps.  Josh leaned back, closing his eyes and imagining sucking on these cockstumps, what it’d feel like once his own stump had healed, and soon drifted off himself…

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An Unforgettable Evening, or: Swipe Right for Castration

Ryan was a guy whom Holly had met via online dating app. He was one of those guys who seem to exist more often on online dating apps than in real life: arrogant, dull, and hot enough to pass those things off as confidence and friendliness. He was, kind of predictably, a personal trainer. His profile picture – an ostensibly unposed shot of Ryan in shorts and vest top – had clearly been taken post-workout. He wasn’t her usual type, but as Holly herself said: goddamn.

  When she told her girlfriends Olive, Ella, and Stacey about him over drinks one day, though, it turned out they were already familiar. Ryan, it seemed, had bedded each of them over the past year, and ghosted them all afterwards. So when Ryan messaged her asking her out that very evening, Holly was certain she was going to turn him down.

  Except for one thing. While her friends had undeniably been dicked around by Ryan, they also described the sex itself in lapidary terms: to wit, “Mind-blowing,” “Gushy,” “Like having your clit touched by an angel.”

  So Holly had decided to accept the date, thinking she’d get something from him, one way or another. Either answers for his treatment of her friends, or an orgasm or two.

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Josh’s Balls Incite Him to Foolishness Pt. III

“Josh! Come here. It’s important.”

  Josh shuddered involuntarily. He was sure he knew what was so important. His sister would have received some new request for a custom video of her kicking him in the balls. He had never anticipated how popular their website would become in such a short time. The more popular they became, the more requests they received, the more kicks and knees Josh’s balls received from his sister’s enthusiastic legs.

  With all this in mind, he trudged up to his room, wincing slightly at the residual pain in his testicles from the video he and Hayley had made two days ago.

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A Story I Wrote Months Ago Then Forgot About

This is pretty rough around the edges, as I never made a second draft. Also, can’t really believe I’m saying this in the preamble to a femdom story, but if the socio-political views expressed by any of the characters happen to differ from your own, please refrain from telling me, because a) this is fiction - FICTION -  and b) I don’t care.

With all that said, enjoy, you mad fuckers.

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