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.
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?”
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.
“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.
“Sure,” I replied laughing. “Do you want to turn my dick into minced meat?”
“Well yes, why not? I'm sure that it would be perfect for that,” she commented. “You like when I eat your dick, don't you? This would be the opportunity to do it for real!”
“Yes, sure, with pleasure,” I replied sarcastically.
“Perfect,” Élisa exclaimed seriously. “I'll get the grinder.”
“I’m kidding Élisa,” I stopped her a little incredulous. “besides, I'm sure you don't even know where the grinder is.”
“That's true,” she admitted, pouting again...
It wasn't very surprising. Her apartment was in a big mess. It was both reassuring and disappointing. Indeed, the idea proposed by Élisa had strangely turned me on. The idea of losing my cock was surprisingly exciting and without understanding why I challenged her.
“If you can find it in less than 10 minutes, I let you grind my dick,” I said.
“For real?” she asked with bright hopeful eyes and a big smile.
“For real. But hurry up, you only have 9 minutes and 50 seconds left,” I replied showing her the stopwatch I had just started on my phone.
With a surprising amount of energy, she started looking. She rushed around her apartment in hopes of getting her hands on the meat grinder that would give her a one-of-a-kind meal.
With excitement, impatience, and growing apprehension, I watched her relentlessly search. Regularly, she turned to me to see how much time she had left. When she did that, her gaze stopped for a few milliseconds on my hard cock. She was already licking her lips at the idea of turning it into minced meat. But if she wanted her wish to come true, she had to hurry up: time was running out.
After approximately nine minutes of work, she suddenly stopped.
“I found it, she exclaimed,” presenting me the stainless steel meat grinder as a trophy!
She was radiant and had a huge frank smile.
“So?” she asked me. “Almost a minute left, can I grind your dick like you promised?”
I had no choice. She had found the grinder in time. I had made a bet and I had lost. I couldn't go back on my word. I swallowed and nodded slightly in agreement.
Élisa skipped on the spot, clapping excitedly.
Immediately, she cleared the small table where she worked and ate. She put the meat grinder there after washing it and a bowl under the exit hole. She also put some seasonings and a knife and fork on the table.
Once everything was ready, she approached me and firmly grabbed my cock. She dragged me to the table pulling on my cock. For her, my penis was nothing more than a piece of meat. This situation was, unexpectedly, incredibly exciting.
Everything was ready. My erect dick in front of the grinder was just waiting for Élisa to push it inside. But she didn't. Instead, she began to stroke my cock. When she saw my supprised expression, she explained…
“I want your cock to be as big as possible. Right now, it is smaller than usual, and I don't want to lose a bite. I'm very hungry.”
Continuing to stroke me, she began to think aloud:
“How big is your cock?” she asked without waiting for an answer. “10 inches, 2 in diameter, Maybe 2.5? It's true that you have a big dick. So it will do.” she paused a little while thinking, but continued jerking me. “It will be between... between... 1 and... 1.5 pounds I think!”
I had no idea if her calculations were correct or not. To be honest, I didn't listen to her. Her hand which was playing with my cock took all my attention. She was very talented and my erection grew rapidly. It reached its maximum size at the end of her reflection, and I felt that I was going to cum any moment.
Élisa felt it too and stopped.
“Oh... I feel like you are as big as your going to get,” she said. “I don't want you to cum, so It's time to start!”
She matched her actions to her words and guided my cock with a firm hand towards the entrance of her meat grinder and thrust it roughly inside. I didn't resist. I couldn't. It was like I had become a spectator of the scene.
I felt my cock head touch the device's first blades. There was no going back. Élisa grabbed the big crank on the side of the grinder. She looked me in the eyes but didn't wait for my approval. Continuing to press in my dick in the grinder, she began to turn the crank.
I felt the blades sink easily in my flesh. The pain was sharp and instantaneous and I couldn't stop myself from moaning in pain. I tried to hold back but I can't help myself.
“It's almost over,” Élisa encouraged me. “Look! Your minced dick is starting to come out!”
Indeed, flesh-colored threads had started to come out of the grid at the other end of the meat grinder. I could no longer feel the tip of my cock, it was falling limply into the bowl, transformed into minced meat. It was amazing. My cock was being destroyed and yet I wasn't trying to stop the process. I was still excited and it was as if my penis wanted to be pushed into the grinder, wanted to be crushed.
My cock head was now completely destroyed and my penis shaft was beginning to be attacked by the blades. A small pile of my chopped penis was already lying in the bowl and the flow coming out of the device was continuous.
“That's really so cool,” Élisa said excitedly, continuing to push my cock into the grinder and turning the crank with enthusiasm. “How does it feel, to have your cock get crushed?” she asked me.”
I had barely heard her and was unable to answer. The mixture of pain and excitement clouded my thoughts.
“I think it must hurt quite a lot,” commented Élisa, speculating on my condition. “But I can feel that your dick is still hard, so you must still be excited. You must have really wanted me to turn your dick into tartar!”
Maybe she was right, I didn't know. Half of my cock was already in the bowl while the other half waited its turn with a certain impatience.
The size of my penis was decreasing by the second, while the size of the pile of meat in the bowl continued to grow. Soon there were only a few centimeters of my manhood left. Élisa held on to what was left of my dick and pushed as hard as she could into the grinder, but soon she had to remove her fingers before they joined my cock in the grinder.
She then stopped for a moment.
“Can I put your balls in?” she asked looking at me.
Even tho she had stopped the process of grinding my cock, I was still dizzy and distracted. She quickly saw that I was not listening to her.
“Well, more for me I guess,” she said, shrugging her shoulders.
She grabbed my testicles and added them to what remained of my shaft in the mouth of the grinder.
Trying as best she could to exert pressure on the remains of my cock, she continued to turn the crank. The blades continued their tireless work, cutting and shredding my testicles and the base of my penis. The pain increased tenfold when they reached my balls. But soon, they joined my cock into the bowl.
Élisa finally stopped. It was over. My penis and testicles were nothing more than a pile of minced meat ready to be eaten by the young woman who had ground them up.
“And that's it,” she exclaimed delightedly. “That's how to grind penis in less than two minutes!”
I suddenly felt very dizzy and sat down before I fell over.
“You are cute with this small hole instead of your big dick,” commented Élisa with a smile. “Now you can wear panties like girls!” she continued. Cleaning up my wound. “I have to admit that your cock is more exciting to me chopped up in the bowl than when it was attached to your crotch.
Her tummy growled loudly and she turned her attention back to the bowl.
“Well, let's taste it,” she says, grabbing her fork.
She plunged the fork's tip into the mixture and took a little of it. She carried the fork to her mouth. She chewed for a few seconds, focused on what she was doing.
“Hmm... it's not bad... Really good... it just lacks a little seasoning.” she commented.
She added salt, pepper, and a little olive oil into the bowl and mixed it up before tasting again.
“Perfect,” she exclaimed! “Yes, it's much better. At first, I thought I was going to cook your dick like a minced steak, but actually, I think I'm going to eat it as tartar. Bon appétit!”
She sat in front of me and began to eat her meal: my minced cock. She savored every bite, enjoying her unique meal. She only stopped when the bowl was empty, that is to say when my cock and balls were completely in her stomach. My manhood was going to be completely digested and incorporated into her sexy body. Could I dream of a better ending for my manhood?
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.
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.
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…
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 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.
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.
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”.
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?”
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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