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Excision for Science
Author’s notes: A kinky masochistic girl makes a “sacrifice” for science.
Tags: Penectomy, Masochism, Lesbian, Medical Play, For Science
I leaned back on the dorm bed, making subconscious, light appreciative sighs of pleasure as my gorgeous roommate wrapped her soft lips around my throbbing shaft. Charli looked up, her beautiful eyes glinting, blonde curls cascading down either side of her face. Her eyes caught mine, then she frowned.
“What’s up Emi? Your seems to be kinda elsewhere.”
I looked down at her, wondering what I should tell her.
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Giving
Receiving a gift often means giving something of your own in return. (F/m, reluctant, persuasion/seduction, implied CBT, casual) “Merry Christmas, dear.” she said, pressing a small wrapped package into her husband’s hands. “Christmas isn’t until tomorrow.” he replied, quirking an eyebrow up but smiling at her anyway. “Christmas eve, then. Close enough.” she countered, snuggling into his side. They were cuddling together on their sofa, sitting before the fire and swaddled in bright, holiday themed sweaters and blankets. It was very cozy and warm, despite the blowing wind and the snow that was beginning to pile up outside. “Go on, open it up.” she urged, biting her lip in anticipation. “Alright.” He slowly and carefully untied the bow and ribbon, then peeled off the festive holiday wrapping paper hiding her present. A envelope was revealed, which upon opening revealed.. “A.. gift card?” he asked, sounding a bit nonplussed at what seemed to be a very generic gift. “Not just any gift card, silly.” she sighed, nudging him with her elbow impatiently. “Turn it over and read the back.” He frowned skeptically at her, but obeyed her command. “ ‘Redeemable at any ClipJoint™ location!’ ” he read aloud before shaking his head and glancing at her. “Do I need a haircut that badly?”
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Sub-Sandwich
He watched three young women walk up to the counter. His heart hammered unsteadily and his stomach filled with nervous butterflies at the sight of them. Each girl was rather pretty, and they chatted casually with each other as they regarded the sandwich menus thoughtfully. Hungrily. He shivered and gulped. "Welcome to S-Way! What would you like to order?“ The petite counter girl asked, quirking her eyebrow up at the new arrivals. "Hmm.. I guess I’ll have a regular sub..” the first girl on the other side of the counter mused, as she peered down at the menu options before turning to her companions. “..want to split a foot long with me? It’ll be a little cheaper than buying two or three separate sandwiches.” "Sure.“ the second, tallest girl replied. "Nah, I’ll get my own.” the third and rather voluptuous girl said, shaking her head. “I’m feeling a bit hungry today. Plus, your taste in condiments is terrible.” "Okay.“ the first said, after rolling her eyes and sticking her tongue out at her friend. "A regular foot long on sourdough with swiss, please.” "Right.“ the sandwich girl said, nodding as she pulled out a twelve inch long bun. "Do you want your meat short, since you’re going to be splitting it anyway, or long?” "What’s the difference?“ "Short means your sandwich will have two or three shorter pieces of meat in it. Long means one longer, larger piece of meat. Second option’s a bit more expensive, but you typically wind up with more, thicker meat filling your sandwich.” He noted that the serving girl didn’t ask what kind of meat her customers wanted in their sandwich. This was, of course, because the sandwich shop only stocked one type of meat in the first place. The girl gestured to one side, toward where he and the other bound, gagged, hobbled, and very nude men were standing. He and the other restrained males were fidgeting and squirming behind the counter, separated out into two bunched-up lines. "Hmm..“ the first customer girl hummed, as she and her friends looked his naked form over critically, before flicking their eyes to the other men beside and behind him. The girls’ gazes didn’t wander much higher than waist level. It was readily apparent that they were only interested in examining the hard, straining erections and plump, hanging balls that each man was being forced to display. "Ohh, get us a long.” the second girl said, as she nudged her friend and pointed toward his bound manhood. “That one at the front looks perfect.” The girl doing the ordering had been looking over the crotches of the men in the line beside him, the line that was filled with guys whose erections fell on the shorter side. At her friend’s words however, she shifted her focus back onto his own bare groin, eyeing his long, thick cock speculatively.
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Élisa - The meat grinder
“I crave a minced steak.” declared Élisa while we were hanging around in her apartment. “But there is none left in the fridge. I guess I’ll go out to buy some.”
“You won't find it at the store,” I answered whispering. “It's a holiday today, the stores are closed.”
“Oh, shit…” sighed the young woman, slumping disappointedly and thinking for a few moments. “I know,” Élisa finally exclaimed! “My grandmother gave me a meat grinder when I moved in. I just need a big piece of meat…”
“Guess you don't have any on hand,” I replied sarcastically.
She shook her head. She thought for a moment before speaking again.
“In fact,” she said with a slightly mischievous smile. “I have a large fresh piece right here,” she said while pointing at my crotch.
Wow! I think I am in love!
It Pays to Listen (short) by: Joeshmoe55678
Tim arrived to his human anatomy lecture with a big smile, it was after all, his favorite class. Not because of the material, but because of his beautiful lab partner. Why Jane was studying human anatomy he had no idea, she easily could be a model. Jane was a stunning woman, she had long curly blonde hair, piercing blue eyes, soft pouty lips, beautiful big breasts, and a figure any athlete would kill for. Her breasts had made many deposits into his spank bank over the semester, something he had sheepishly admitted too when she caught him staring at her cleavage, which to his surprise she had only giggled about. Not to mention the very fit and attractive professor, she had a very toned body with more modest curves, but was a very fine woman indeed.
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Cock Vore
My cock came off easily. She took my balls at the same time; my whole package all in one nice piece. It didn’t hurt exactly, but the sensation the knife created as it passed through my flesh was mildly unpleasant. Sort of like being pinched, not quite badly enough to hurt, but on the inside of the flesh connecting my cock and balls to the rest of my body.
The knife had gone through my meat like it wasn’t even there, with virtually no resistance. My girlfriend made a small, triumphant noise as she set down the knife and brought my genitals up to her face for a closer inspection. The sensation of movement and air brushing by my cock while the rest of me stayed still was very strange.
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Premature? That’s For Sure!
At first glance, Janice seems to be the archetypical femstud; she’s gorgeous, busty, and most importantly, has a huge, uncut bitchbreaker between her legs… the only problem is, she has zero stamina to back it up! Her cock is always leaking, is almost impossible to keep soft, and while feeling a light breeze isn’t quite enough to make Janice empty her fat nuts, it’d certainly make her oversensitive girlmeat *twitch*… can she get through an entire day of her new job without embarassing herself by prematurely cumming in front of her new colleagues? Definitely not~
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Janice tugged her shiny black stockings up her legs, a piece of toast clenched between her teeth as her eyes darted across the room for a quick glance at the kitchen clock. Fuck, she was gonna be so late! She only had ten minutes until her train left, and she was half-asleep, barely dressed, and a total mess! Not to mention…
Janice glanced down between her legs, where sixteen thick, girthy inches of girlmeat bobbed innocently, curving upward until the end was practically level with her belly button! A thick layer of foreskin covered almost the entire length of her aching, twitching shaft, exposing only the very tip, which, even as Janice looked at it, responded to a deep twitch by leaking gooey, pearly-white precum…
She bit her lip; usually before she set off, she’d make sure to… “take care” of her little problem, but there was no time this morning. It was the first day of her new job, and she couldn’t afford to be late! She’d just have to skip straight to step two…
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just a short introduction chapter! i’m trying to move to working on multiple projects at once to avoid getting burned out on a single idea, so hopefully this will mean i can give you guys a few ongoing stories to follow at once! <3
The Hitchhiker, By: Htabdoolb
The hitchhiker stood on the edge of the road, facing away from his slowly approaching car, with the thumb of one hand cocked out.
He was quite surprised at this, as the road he was driving on was quite some distance off the main highways. They were so far out, in fact, that the road wasn’t even paved. The packed shale, which was relatively smooth, gave way in places to bare and rough dirt, which was often rutted from the rains of the previous winter and spring. Really, the “road” barely qualified as one; trees and shrubs grew to within a few feet of its edge, and grass creeped right up to the sides, sometimes even springing up in between the wheel tracks themselves.
That someone should be trying to hitch a ride out here, of all places, was unusual. Even more unusual, he noted, as his eyebrows raised up and his mouth dropped opened slightly in surprise, was the fact that the hitchhiker was a woman. Hell, she young enough that she was scarcely more than a girl.
And, most surprising of all, she was utterly gorgeous.
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Cock Vore
My cock came off easily. She took my balls at the same time; my whole package all in one nice piece. It didn’t hurt exactly, but the sensation the knife created as it passed through my flesh was mildly unpleasant. Sort of like being pinched, not quite badly enough to hurt, but on the inside of the flesh connecting my cock and balls to the rest of my body.
The knife had gone through my meat like it wasn’t even there, with virtually no resistance. My girlfriend made a small, triumphant noise as she set down the knife and brought my genitals up to her face for a closer inspection. The sensation of movement and air brushing by my cock while the rest of me stayed still was very strange.
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Card Game
Sue, Mike, Jen & I often got together for card games, a bit of gambling and drinking.
Mike and I usually won the stakes. Although not usually high stakes.
One night, Sue surprised us with the idea of strip cards. Us guys were up to it.
And Jen didn’t take much persuading. Before too long Sue and Jen were totally naked.
And Mike and I were appreciating the view. “It’s not fair, we want to see you guys” Sue whined.
“OK, let’s continue,” said Jen. “the stakes, 2 wins after naked are: the guy that wins the hand that constitutes the girl losing gets to fuck her. unlikely to happen but the girl that wins the game that constitutes the guy’s 2nd naked loss gets to cut him and keep his cock and balls”. Sue’s mouth was agape. “Sue”. “Well, what does everyone say” she retorted.
Jen gradually opened her legs, so Mike and I were getting a full view of her moist pussy.
I discussed it with Mike quietly. “Count us in”.
Jen looked at Sue. “Come on Sue, the guys have got the most to lose. They’re willing to lose their manhood to get the chance to shag us”.
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Giving
Receiving a gift often means giving something of your own in return. (F/m, reluctant, persuasion/seduction, implied CBT, casual) “Merry Christmas, dear.” she said, pressing a small wrapped package into her husband’s hands. “Christmas isn’t until tomorrow.” he replied, quirking an eyebrow up but smiling at her anyway. “Christmas eve, then. Close enough.” she countered, snuggling into his side. They were cuddling together on their sofa, sitting before the fire and swaddled in bright, holiday themed sweaters and blankets. It was very cozy and warm, despite the blowing wind and the snow that was beginning to pile up outside. “Go on, open it up.” she urged, biting her lip in anticipation. “Alright.” He slowly and carefully untied the bow and ribbon, then peeled off the festive holiday wrapping paper hiding her present. A envelope was revealed, which upon opening revealed.. “A.. gift card?” he asked, sounding a bit nonplussed at what seemed to be a very generic gift. “Not just any gift card, silly.” she sighed, nudging him with her elbow impatiently. “Turn it over and read the back.” He frowned skeptically at her, but obeyed her command. “ ‘Redeemable at any ClipJoint™ location!’ ” he read aloud before shaking his head and glancing at her. “Do I need a haircut that badly?”
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The Gamble
Since there seems to be still some interest in my stories on Tumblr, perhaps due to a lack of other porn, I’m going ahead and posting here the two I’ve written recently. This story, though, is a little atypical for me, not being about friendly ballbusting and teasing. Still, I suspect many of my readers will find it sexy.
Tom stood there, his heart racing, trying to will himself to be calm. All he had to do was just calm down and concentrate and catch the bag when it fell. That was all. It was very straightforward. The bag would come falling down the clear plexiglass tube. He would be able to see it as it fell. And all he had to do was catch it. It should be easy. Almost everyone caught it, and he had played baseball in high school. He was no butterfingers.
But, of course, he was nervous. When he glanced down at his cock it was obvious why. His penis was long and purple, all the blood trapped in it by the extremely tight rubber band around its base. He could see it shake with each pulse of his heartbeat so full of blood was it. He knew that if left on indefinitely the rubber band itself would do permanent damage to his cock. But the rubber band wasn’t what he was worried about: it was only there to ensure his purple cock could not just wilt, shrink back, and escape the real danger.
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