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Playing Lukas Sorensen - Chapter 53 | GAY, NULLIFICATION, MINOR | Matthew learns the secret of mind control. | Chapter 53
‘I told him I let you.’
Matthew had pulled off the road, pulled off the road out to the highway,
pulled off onto an old logging track and followed it until it opened out into
a wide glade. He had turned the car on the grass, and stopped, and he had
wound the windows down. They were surrounded by forest. And the only sound
they could hear was the sound of birds.
They hadn’t spoken, hadn’t said a single word since Lukas had come back from
Rodney’s house. He had been gone for more than an hour. And when he returned,
Matthew had picked up his stuff and led the way to the car, already dressed in
his shorts and T-shirt.
He had supposed Lukas would follow.
Matthew had pulled the car off the road, after fifteen minutes or so of
driving, had parked in the grassy glade, and stopped, hit the button for the
windows.
‘So what did you say to Rodney?’ he said, knowing that his voice sounded
angry, harsh.
‘I told him I let you.’
‘Cut your nuts off?’
‘Touch me.’
Matthew thought for a moment. ‘Did you tell him about your nuts?’
‘No.’
‘Do you think he knows?’
‘How could he?’
‘I thought he might have seen something.’
Lukas shook his head.
‘What did he say?’
‘He said I didn’t understand.’
Matthew nodded, biting his lips, and then he raised his fingers to his bottom
lip, and took them away, to see if it was still bleeding.
‘He said you were trying to fuck him.’
Matthew nodded again, and frowned. ‘How could I have been?’ he said. ‘I was
touching you.’
Lukas nodded.
‘I didn’t do anything.’
‘Well you must have done something. He said you pulled his shorts down and
stuck your cock in his arse.’
‘How could I have?’
‘I don’t know.’
‘I didn’t even know he was there. I think I just brushed up against him or
something. My hand probably brushed his arse.’
Lukas said nothing.
‘Don’t you believe me?’
‘I don’t know what to think.’
Matthew exploded. ‘Well how could I have done it Lukas? I was right up against
the board touching you!’
‘He said you did.’
Matthew turned to him and screamed. ‘How the fuck could I have?’
Lukas pulled his head back and put his hand on the door. He opened the door
and got out, closing it behind him.
‘Shit!’ Matthew said.
He got out of the car.
‘Where are you going?’
Lukas shrugged but kept walking away.
Matthew rushed up behind him and grabbed his hand. He spun him around and
pushed him to the ground.
‘Don’t fucking walk away from me when I’m talking to you.’
Lukas looked frightened.
Matthew ran his fingers through his hair.
The cicadas in the glade started up – one, three, eight thousand – making a
deafening sound that made Matthew feel insane. He felt as though the world was
turning, as though he was on the very edge, on the very edge of a precipice
and about to fall. He held his hands on his head and screamed, screaming at
Lukas with all his might.
Lukas looked confused, worried and frightened all at the same time.
If Matthew had an axe, he would have hefted it into Lukas’ body.
He turned around, and walked back towards the car, with his hands planted in
his hair.
He stopped halfway there.
‘Shut up!’ he screamed at the forest.
The insects stopped. A single bird whistled. And then there was silence. A
gentle breeze ruffled the trees, and a cloud fell over the sun, throwing the
clearing into shade.
Matthew got back into the car and sat there, sobbing.
When a long time had passed, the passenger door opened unexpectedly, and Lukas
got into the car.
‘Are you alright?’ he said.
Matthew nodded, but he felt like hugging Lukas. And tears were dripping out of
his eyes.
‘I don’t care,’ Lukas said.
Matthew wiped his eyes and stared at his knees. His cock, insanely, was hard.
He had a fleeting impression, a brief idea, that he had become a different
person lately, that he had become someone awful, and hateful, a person he’d
never been, a person who was going insane, but it passed.
‘I mean, I’d rather if you didn’t, but I can’t stop you.’
‘What are you talking about?’
‘Fucking Rodney.’
‘I didn’t try to fuck him, okay?’
Lukas nodded. ‘He said he’s going to get you, you know?’
Oh, that was gold! Matthew threw his head back with his mouth open. ‘He’s
going to get me, is he?’
Lukas nodded.
‘Does he know where I live? Does he know my name? Does he know anything about
me?’
Lukas opened his mouth to say something, but decided against it and shook his
head.
‘You know he planted his cock in your arse that day in the change room? I
don’t suppose that matters?’
‘I didn’t mind.’
‘Well of course you didn’t fucking mind, you stupid little faggot. You’d like
any guy’s cock up your arse, wouldn’t you?’
Lukas turned his head down and turned it towards the passenger window. He
muttered, ‘Only yours.’
Matthew nodded to himself. Fuck he was going to cut this little prick’s cock
off. Whether he fucking wanted it or not.
‘So what did you talk to him so long about then?’ he said. ‘You were gone for
more than an hour.’
‘He made me a cup of tea. In a pot and everything, and we sat out the back, on
the porch.’
‘Oh, he’s a fucking saint, isn’t he Lukas? He made you a cup of tea. He didn’t
put his hand round your shoulder, or put it around your waist. Or touch you
arse? He didn’t slip his hand into your groin, did he?’
Lukas said nothing.
‘He didn’t have a little feel?’
Lukas didn’t answer, but he swallowed.
‘He’s a right fucking nut.’
Again, Lukas said nothing.
‘I’ll cut his fucking gear off if he ever comes anywhere near me, the fucking
fruitcake.’
Lukas nodded, but he wasn’t agreeing.
‘Where’s your phone?’
‘What?’
‘Where’s your phone?’
Lukas pulled it out of his pocket and handed it to Matthew.
Matthew found Rodney’s number. He blocked it, and deleted it, and then he
handed the phone back to Lukas.
Lukas frowned at it. He looked through his contacts and put it away.
‘You didn’t tell him your address did you?’
‘No.’
‘You didn’t tell him mine?’
‘No.’
‘Well, we’re not coming up here again. You understand that?’
Lukas nodded. He started to say something, but stopped.
‘What?’
‘He said he knew who you were.’
‘What?’
‘He said he’d find you. He said you had something that ought to be his.’
‘Yeah. Your cock.’
‘What?’
‘Don’t worry. He’s a fucking fruit.’ Matthew started the engine.
When they had turned onto the highway and were nearing the Exxon, Lukas said,
‘You probably should get some ice for your eye. It looks pretty bad.’
‘Can you shut the fuck up? I don’t want to hear your fucking voice again? Do
you understand that?’
Matthew glanced at him. He looked back at the road, steadied his hand on the
wheel, turned back to Lukas, and punched him in the side of the head.
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Desert Cutting, The - Part 2 | STRAIGHT, MINOR | A boy is prepared. | ` Jody had no idea how much time had passed. When he awoke he was lying on a
bed, in a room with the curtains pulled. He felt weak and groggy. As his mind
began to clear he realised he was naked. He could not move. He then realised
that both his wrists were strapped to the sides of the bed. When he tried to
move he realised that his legs were stretched apart and his ankles were also
secured. He felt sore between his legs. When he raised his head he could see a
white pad taped between his legs. He began to feel frightened now. What had
happened , what had they done to him?. Vague memories of being in a car, of
pain between his thighs, started to come back to him. He must have been here
for some time. He remembered a woman taping something between his legs a
number of times. And injecting him with something. Suddenly the door opened. A
woman entered, middle aged, plump with greying hair. She was followed by a
younger woman with long black hair and dressed in a white coat. `
"He is awake, good" said the older woman.
She smiled at him and sat in the edge of the bed facing him.
" Why am I here, what do you want, let me go. His mouth was dry, he could
barely get the words out.
She smiled at him.
" Do not be afraid child" she said quietly. " it is over now".
" Where am I , why am I here" he shouted at her. His mind was beginning to
clear now, and he felt even more frightened.
" This lady and I have been looking after you for the past week" she said ,
pointing to the other woman in the room.
" Why, why were you looking after me, what were you doing, let me go, let me
go" he screamed at her.
" We were tending your little wounds, the little wounds between your legs" she
said quietly.
Jody looked down at the pad between his legs. A terrible fear began to grow in
him now.
"What have you done to me" he screamed, tears in his eyes now.
She laid her hand gently on his tummy, stroking him softly.
" Do you remember those two women who took you into the desert in their car"
she asked.
Jody nodded.
" Well, they took you there for a purpose".
" For what, for what" he cried.
" Well, you have to be told, so it might as well be now" she said.
She slid her hand down his tummy . She undid the tape holding the small pad
between his legs and took his penis in her hand.
She looked him straight in the face.
" You have been cut Jody" she said sadly. " You were taken into the desert a
week ago and cut. Do you know what being cut means?. You have been castrated
Jody, your little testicles have been removed.
Her hand slid between his legs.
" They took your little stones out" she said.
His mouth was open but he could not speak.
" You were gelded for a purpose which I will explain later" she said sadly.
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Urination Special Collection — Castration Special Concoction | TESTICLES, PISSING ALL OVER THE FUCKING PLACE | Mixology builds inspiration from urology, in a weirdly-formatted and endearingly-demented way. | ` `
•
Stewart has Martha to thank. He still has his cock. Having said cock, Stewart
is in the habit of using said cock.
We all know _how_ , but have I said _where_ he uses it? You can probably
guess, but I'll lead you down the _House & Garden_ path.
Here's the recipe: Beer plus bladder plus buildings. Fosters is his favorite.
And Stewart never wastes any time getting wasted.
Ever notice how it seems the bladder can hold and release more liquid than the
body takes in? _"The best beer in the world is just pissed away." "You don't
buy beer, you just rent beer."_ Frat slogans tried and true.
Just what does the bladder release — a "waste" product, no! Piss is a product
not for the sewer, but a fine product for the connoisseur.
And Martha, she is the consummate connoisseur. Not only the world's most
authoritative gourmet of gonads, but also (but not as well known for this
accolade), __The_ Woman of Urine._
The fags just love her mags. (Her 'zines, not her wheels.)
In fact, all that get kinky in the kitchen love her mags, love her TV shows,
love when she has TV's on her TV shows. (If they can dress themselves so fine,
they sure as HTML can dress a damn-fine turkey.)
So, Stewart drinks all that Fosters. Then he prowls the grounds. That cock
with a piss-hard-on is like a damn geiger counter. Or like it has GPS, or more
like Gee-I-have-to-Piss. It points, Stewart follows.
We've all heard of rock gardens, Japanese gardens, cock gardens, Operation
Market Garden, and all those. But Martha's gardener, Monty, had a great
gardening inspiration one day. He came out of the closet, and from then on it
was clear that his signature garden must be a Water Closet Garden.
•
Stewart and Foster were only half-consumed with each other, so they could
still see. And the WC's in the garden were especially easy to spot — as they
all had a plethora of piss spots, because their seats were always down.
Of course, Stewart would have preferred a nice building, or Blarney Stone, or
other edifice of piss, but the garden would do just fine.
Is it really a surprise that Stewart never lifted the seats of the garden's
WC's? Guys wouldn't even lift the seats in the Garden of God Damn Eden, even
if Eve told them too. _Especially_ if Eve told them to.
Guys are sooo prick-dick-ta-ble.
Some women think men have such superior plumbing because they can piss
standing up and they can so easily piss on any damn building they want...
...But Martha's plumbing is even better.
Under those lilly-white WC's splattered with pale piss all over the porcelain,
is a network of collection pipes. They all lead to her wine cellar, I mean to
her _ur-wine_ cellar.
Stewart's piss is bottled. Monty's piss is bottled. All the piss of the TV's
is bottled. All the piss of the TV people is bottled.
And, after a good nor'easter with a gale-force downpour good enough to scrub
the soiled seats, Martha and her gal friends even contribute a little piss
through the special-garden special-WC's.
But the WC's are even more special than I have told you so far. First, I've
told you about how they collect "Number One." Second, some guys also attempt
to deposit "Number Two."
You've heard about corks for wine bottles. Well, Martha has corks for slime
balls who try to slide a shit into one of those piss-only WC's.
When a gal sits to pee on those rare clean occasions, all goes fine, all flows
fine. When a guy sits on the seat, his dangling testes intercept an electric
eye, and I mean you should see the mean things that happen next.
Knowing that a guy sits on a shitter for only one reason, the sensors trigger
a docking system that was originally made for Apollo-Soyuz. But in this case,
the sensors dock a cork, like quick-quick and like deep-deep, into the
asshole's asshole.
Not only no shit from that piece of shit, but the sensors also dock a
grappling chord around his sac of gonads, and in like no time they are gone,
gone, gone.
The crush and cut are automatic. The flush is automatic. Down the drain go the
balls. Just like that, they're in the vat.
Urine is already in. Now, your balls are in.
Martha just grins.
And sings — a marinade serenade.
• __
Classy Bitch thanks her
loving, lusting readers
for sending her over the edge.
More than 100,000 hits
on her stories
in just a few months.
She _loves_
to be hit-on
like that!
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Pa Loses His Nuts | STRAIGHT, TESTICLES, MINOR | Ma nuts Pa. | "C'mon Pa, says Ma. Let's go out to the barn. I'm gonna take them nuts off
ya."
"Aw c'mon, Ma, says Pa, "You can't be serious."
"Now you know what I told you, Pa, if I caught you exposin' yerself to Little
Sis again."
"I'm sorry, Ma, you know me, I couldn't help myself, it just felt so darn
good."
"This is the last time, Pa. Now let's go."
Out in the barn Ma tells Pa to strip naked and then tells him to sit in a
wooden chair and spread his legs. She puts a rubber band tight and high up
around Pa's nut sack to help control the bleeding. Then she fits a wooden box
with a spring-loaded slicing blade inside around his nut sack. It pinches a
little going on and Pa says, "Ouch!"
Ma tells Pa he might as well have one last cum before she cuts his nuts off
and tells him to jerk off.
Ma watches Pa jerk off and then shoot a thick, gooey load. Then she bends down
and pushes a button on the box. Pa hollers in pain as his whole nut sack is
sliced neatly off. She wraps the stub of his nut sack with a bandage.
Ma says, "I'm sorry I had to do that to ya, Pa, but I had no choice."
"I understand," says Pa, as he gingerly pulls on his pants.
Ma pulls Pa's severed nut sack out of the slicing box and says "I'm gonna tan
this. Your nut sack will make a great change purse."
"Whatcha gonna do with my nuts, Ma?" says Pa.
"Oh, feed 'em to the hogs, I guess."
"How many men have you de-balled with that contraption?" says Pa.
"Fifteen, countin' you, Pa," says Ma.
"Who's next?" asks Pa.
"Little Johnny, probably," says Ma. "Little Sis told me the other day she
caught him playin' with himself out behind the barn."
"Do you remember buildin’ this nut-slicing box for me five years ago?" says
Ma.
"Yep," says Pa, "I do."
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Clitoridectomy Support Group 5 My plan | clitoridectomy | My plan to lose my clitoris | My plan
I continued my assignment. But I could not get the idea out of my head. I knew
what I had to do and I knew who could help me.
I contacted Christine. She was reluctant to meet. I think she might have been
embarrassed by our last meeting. However we did meet at the centre. At the
same table we had been at before, we again had some tea. I asked Christine how
she was.
‘Deflowered,’ she replied.
‘That’s progress,’ I said.
She smiled and said, ‘Yes, penetration is a relief. I don’t feel anywhere near
as bad as I did.’
‘You remember our last conversion?’
‘Yes, of course. I was bitter against everybody.’
‘Are all those feelings gone?’
‘No, not quite. They do resurface from time to time.’
‘Would you still like to cut of my clitoris?’
She looked me in the eyes, “Are you serious?’
“I think so.’
“Then I’m your girl.’
“I have some arrangements to make. I want you to help me.’
‘You mean were not going to go and do this right away?’
‘No, I want an audience.’
I explained my plan. She looked at me and said she wasn’t sure it would work.
In the main hallway of the centre were two upright pillars, both of wood. They
were about ten feet apart. In front of them was a space of about 20 feet
square where spectators could gather.
My plan was to be spreadeagled between the columns, with my crotch at head
height so everyone could watch me. A smooth wire would be attached around my
clitoris, which would lead backwards about five feet to a pulley wheel and a
light weight. I would be able to thrust against the wire to bring myself to
orgasm. At the point of orgasm, Christine would press the remote control
activating a miniature guillotine on the wire. This would slice off my
clitoris and then be pulled backwards out of the way by the wire and the
weight.
Christine looked at me. “You really are an exhibitionist. But could you
actually come in those circumstances?’
‘I’m not sure. I will probably need a rehearsal.’
‘I think we’ll need Sal and Marion to help. They’re really good at
contraptions.’
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Gelded Schoolboys in Hong Kong | GAY, TESTICLES | Two schoolboys fell in love and gelded each other. | Hong Kong is a beautiful city in the south of China. Once upon a time, there
was a boy named Philip who knew history very well. He read many about the
eunuchs in Chinese history. Emperors in the past employed castrated men to
work in the palace. Philip was so interested in castartions and wanted to try
one.
Not late after his dream began, he met another boy in his boys' school called
Henry. Henry was not tall as Philip, about 5'4", while Philip has 5'9". Both
of them had lovely white and smooth faces and skins.
Once they were making a floating board for the school in a room which very few
students knew that place. They talked about sex when they were bored. Henry
who is very curious about sex asked if Philip would show his penis. And his
hand came to Philip's private part at the same time. Philip did not stop him
and let his little smooth hand undo the zip down there. Henry was amazed by
Philip's large penis - about 7 inches long (that was very long for an Asian
boy) ! Philip's face grew red and said, 'Show me yours.' He undid Henry's zip
and took out his 4-inch long soft penis. 'You lovely little girl,' Philip
said. And he began to suck it - this was the first time for both of them.
Enjoying so much last time, Henry called Philip to 'work on the board' again.
This time, Henry sucked Philip's penis too. Both of them enjoyed so much and
shooted quite a load of seeds.
After months, although the board was finished long time ago, Philip and Henry
had oral sex in the secret room for times and times. They often stripped
themselves naked, fondled and sucked each other. Both of them had no hair down
there, just like most of the 14-year-old boys did.
Once Philip asked Henry who was naked lying on the table, 'Do you know about
the eunuchs?' Henry nodded. Philip said, 'Do you want babies ever after?'
Henry shook his head. Philip then took out some thick rope to tie Henry's arms
and legs up. He sucked Henry for the last time and licked every drop of his
seeds. Philip himself shooted too. And then he took out a paper-cutter which
was given by the school for making the board originally.
Philip asked for the last time, 'Are you sure you want to be cut?' Henry
smiled and nodded. Philip cut down Henry's sack in a whole. Henry did not make
any big noise but blood ran down at once. Bleding stopped soon after the wound
was bandaged. Philip who was standing naked in front of Henry said happily to
him, 'Congratulations my little girl!'
Few days later, Henry's wound was completely recovered. In the room, Henry
stripped himself naked and knelt down in front of Philip. Philip who was naked
also sucked him and made Henry masturbate. Henry felt the orgasm but only a
few drops of clear liquid came out slowly out of his halfly erected penis.
Philip was very happy to see Henry able to erect after gelded. Henry who was
still on his knees said, 'Master, do you need me?' Philip replied, 'Of course,
my little girl.' They then slept together in that room until the night came.
Another few days later, Philip was bored of playing with little eunuch Henry.
He asked Henry to geld him the same as last time. Henry cried but did as told.
He tied up Philip, cut off his sack and bandaged the wound.
Philip tried masturbation after recovered. Henry knelt down and sucked his
penis. Soon Philip shooted a little amount of clear liquid as Henry. They
kissed each other's penis to celebrate. 'Welcome, my dear sister and
mistress.' Henry cried. They then slept together naked in that room again
until the night came.
Since then Philip and Henry became good sisters and mistress & servant. They
often sucked each other's limp penises in the secret room. Occasionally Philip
let Henry become the mistress. But anyway, Philip was always the ruler.
Months passed and every regarded the two gelded boys as 'girlish and shy'
only, but did not notice anything. Until the summer camp, all boys in their
class had shower together in the same bathroom. One screamed with surprise,
'Look, Henry had no balls down there!' And another one replied loudly, 'Philip
had no balls too!' Every pair of eyes were concentrating at the private parts
of them. The naked Philip & Henry standed on the middle bench proudly,
allowing everyone see & touch their remaining genitals and the wounds. They
announced loudly, 'This is what a boy should do to purify himself!' Thje crowd
laughed. Getting hot and erected, the boys masturbated themselves in the
bathroom. And Philip & Henry sucked each other as they did every day. The boys
left all their clothes in the bathroom and went back to the sleeping rooms
naked - don't worry because that was a private boys' camp with no adults
around.
The boys got dressed finally three days after when the camp was about to end.
They said goodbye to Philip, Henry and another 4 boys who responded the
announcement and 'purified' themselves by losing their manhood.
After the event, the six 'girlish and shy' boys stayed in the school with all
the boys for another four years. No one told others the secret and they went
to camp for fun every year. Four more boys joined Philip & Henry later. But
only the two of them knew the secret room, while the other eight had to wait
for the annual camp or play at home. All of the ten geldings now grew as girls
after taking hormones. And everyone will not forget Philip & Henry's girlish
naked body with no hair and no balls down there but two limp, soft and little
penises. ---END---
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Thecia's Road Trip | STRAIGHT | This while on a road trip accidently finds an unwilling client.Fiction and not for minors. | Thecia’s Road Trip
My name is Thecia and I’m a 31 year old “Cutter.” I’ve been deballing men for
a little over seven years and I’ve cut a little over 100 sets.
I had a job in Enid, Okalahoma. I normally only cut in Mexico but I was
offered three times my regular rate to do it in the man’s home. He was a very
wealthy gay man with five or six “house boys.”
All but one of the “boys” was sent away and it was a simple procedure. I
surgically cut him, put his nuts in a jar, pocketed the nine grand and I was
on my way.
While driving back to Texas on a secondary road, a motorcycle passed me at
what must have been more than 100 MPH. I just shook my head and continued on
my way. Five or six miles later I reached for my water bottle and didn’t find
it. It had been my kit bag and that was stored in the trunk. After stopping
the car and retrieving the water I noticed a glint of reflected sunlight about
30 feet into the woods. The glint led me to a beautiful Harley that had
wrapped it’s self around a tree, a few feet from it was the rider. He was face
down and spread eagled on the ground.
When I saw the club colors on his jacket, my mind went back to my collage
days.
My roommate Tracy had been on a date and she and her boyfriend ran afoul of a
few members of the same motorcycle gang as my prone rider. Her date had been
beaten senseless and she was beaten and gang raped. He was lucky to be alive
and she never fully recovered. When they found her she was on the hood of
their car, she was beaten and cum was running from her overfucked vagina in a
stream. It ran down the car hood and trickled over each chrome piece in the
grill until if finally puddled on the asphalt.
On this man’s back were the same colors. I felt my face redden as the rage
rose in me. I checked his vital signs and he seemed to be ok.
My kit only had some bandages and a little betadine solution. My disposable
scalpels had been tossed at my last job. However, my unnamed gang member had a
nice sheath knife on his belt. Not as sharp as a scalpel, but it would do.
Starting at his pants cuff the knife easily sliced through the heavy denim and
up the back to the belt line. I removed his jeans and underwear from his boots
to his belt leaving two very nice big balls exposed. His shoe lace made a
tourniquet and the neck of his ballsack was tied tightly and securely.
Normally I’m very careful about infections, today I didn’t give a damn.
I brought the big blade to bear and began to slice his baby makers off, it was
more of a sawing motion than a slice, but it worked. His big balls came off in
my hand. I bandaged the wound and returned to my car. For the second time in a
month I had more balls then I had jar room for. Somehow I managed to squeeze
the bikers set in with the older gay mans balls. When I got home I would re-
label them, “older gay guy” and “Biker asshole.” My final act at the scene was
to cut the stitches on his “colors” and remove them. This would throw the
suspicion onto a rival gang. In fact it caused a gang war that cost the lives
of thirty or so gang members. I didn’t shed a tear.
About ten miles further down the road sat a gas station/conveniences store. I
stopped and bought a Coke, as I paid for it, I memorized the number on the pay
phone near the clerk.
Back in my car, I called the pay phone and in my deepest voice told the clerk
to call the state police and report a bad accident at mile marker 179. One at
a time I tossed the exam gloves out of the window into the weeds, I then
tossed the knife.
When I crossed the Texas border, the car, as if on its own, stopped at a place
called “Ferg’s Eats.” The pulled pork barbecue sandwich was wonderful as was
the Lone Star beer that I washed it down with. I get hungry when I nut a man.
Life is good.
Respectfully submitted,
Thecia
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The Answer | STRAIGHT, MINOR | Watch your ass in Central America | ` [SNUFF]`
Robert, an overweight, balding, orthodontist from Cleveland, looked out the
window of his hotel in the Central American city, as he had done every day for
the last week.
The object of his attention was a group of raggedly dressed street urchins
begging for money as they made their way to the seawall for their daily swim.
Robert picked up his nearby binoculars and began to masurbate as the boys, all
under the age of twelve, shed their rags with the carefree abandonment of
children and splashed naked in the warm water.
The oldest of the lads was of particular interest to Robert as he, unlike the
others, had the blonde hair and fair complexion of a North American. The boy,
who like his companions possessed no pubic hair, was obviously only a few
months from adolescence as evidenced by his larger cock and lower hanging
balls. Soon, thought Robert, beginning to breath hard, the boy would be too
embarrassed by his emerging sexuallity to be seen in public nude.
The boys dressed and headed back up the street as Robert cleaned himself up
and hurried down to his usual table at the sidewalk cafe.
"Do you speak English?" Robert inquired as the blonde boy reached for the
proffered coin.
"A little, senor."
"What is your mother's name?"
"She is dead." the boy answered with a forlorn look.
"Your father?" Robert pried.
"I live in the barrio with my uncle and cousins." the boy replied, and
gestured to his companions while ignoring the reference to his unknown father.
" I am called Poco. My uncle is Julio, and cleans at the town hall."
"Wait here." commanded Robert before Rushing away. He soon returned with a
sealed envelope addressed to the boy's uncle.
"Take this to your uncle. Do not open it." Robert instructed.
The envelope contained a one hundred dollar bill and a letter.
"Dear Mr. Ramirez," the letter began, "I am what is called in your country a
maricon, or homosexual. I have considerable wealth, and would like you to
consider this offer. I will adopt your nephew, return with him to the United
States, and provide excellent care for him. He will recieve a fine education
and will be free to return home at any time he wishes. Six years from now,
when he is about eighteen, he will be paid ten thousand dollars, and every
month until that time you will recieve one hundred dollars. I will love him as
only a man can love a boy, and teach him to return that love to me. In
exchange for his virginity and the use of his body for a few years I will give
him a good home and education, as well as some of the finer things in life
that you could never offer him. Please give me an answer by the end of this
week, as I must soon return home."
Robert's present companion, a former homeless boy who was now seventeen, was
tired of the arrangement and wanted to include girls as recipients of his
copious quantities of seed. He was also aquiring the coarse body hair and deep
voice of an adult, which Robert despised.
Robert was dozing a few nights later when he was awakened by a faint knock on
his door.
"It is me, senor," came the lilting voice of Poco, "and I have your answer!"
Robert had just released the burglar chain when the door was suddenly forced
open.
"This is my uncle Julio," the lad proudly announced, gesturing to a small man
in ragged clothes, "and these are my other uncles, Ramon, Ruiz, and
Guillermo." He nodded towards the other men, who were all dressed in the drum
major uniforms common to police all over Central America.
"So, gringo, you like to have round, long, hard object thrust up your ass?"
The largest policemen queried as his brothers stripped Robert and bent him
over the edge of the bed. "Let,s try this for size." He then grabbed an empty
beer bottle and rammed it home before shattering it with a blow from his
pistol.
"If you like the taste of sperm you,ll love this taste!" Julio said as his
brothers rolled the hapless molester over and pried his legs apart to enable
the largest policeman to sever his srotum and and ram it down his thraot,
assisted by the gun barrel.
"You like to suck little cock? try this one." were the last words Robert heard
before hid penis was carved from his body and joined its rightful place above
his balls.
Robert, blue-face and dying, sprawled on the bloody bed. The large policeman
collected his wallet, passport, and money belt, then phoned the hotel manager.
"Security Chief Ramirez, sir. We have another robbery in room 209. Yes sir, it
was like the others. Looks like a gay lovers quarrel. Yes sir, I agree. No use
involving the police. Good night, sir."
"Lets go home, poco," he said, tousling his favorite nephew's blonde hair, "if
we hurry, we can still catch The Brady Bunch on the new TV."
Author's note: Poco, the boy's nickname, came from a small local fish. It is
useless for food, but its' golden color makes it highly prized as bait by the
local fishermen.
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Speed Trap | STRAIGHT, TESTICLES | The government has found a way to correct the male-female population imbalance while also solving some traffic problems. | Over time, the male population in my country has begun to greatly exceed the
female population. This is the result of parents favoring sons, and coupling
this desire with genetic prescreening and selective pregnancies & abortions.
In any case the number of frustrated males grew out of proportion, and these
testosterone laden guys were becoming aggressive. This was noted by the
highway & transportation folks as an increase in speeding and the resulting
traffic accidents. It was then that they passed the new traffic safety act.
All cars must be fitted with a small pouch under the driver seat. Males and
females were given different key sets. If a male was to drive, a hatch opened
above the pouch. A sensor must detect his warm testicles, and then the opening
closes to “capture” the testicles into the seat pouch. This was done gently of
course so as not to cause damage or undue pain. More expensive cars had fur
lined and even warmed pouches. One thing that all cars had in common though
was a spring loaded knife blade which could be activated by the police.
In my case it seemed so unfair. I tried to be SO careful. Even a tiny amount
over the speed limit could result in swift justice. I was in a hurry on my way
to the office, and did not notice the new speed limit sign. Suddenly my car
slowed down and coasted to a halt. All cars had been fitted with a remote shut
down, and the local traffic cop had just zapped me. The most beautiful blonde
stepped out of the police car and walked up to my window. I was terrified as
she leaned over the car door, exposing a generous cleavage. But squirm as I
may, the pouch constrictor had my jewels captured.
“You were going just over the limit sir, and I expect you know the rules as
well as the punishment”. I pleaded with her but to no avail. “I can see by the
bulge in your pants that you deserve the judgment” she smiled sweetly. “If you
want one last cum, I suggest you be quick about it. I’ll fill out my paperwork
for a few minutes.” She unbuttoned her blouse so her bra came into full view,
and it was nearly transparent. I unzipped my fly and got to work while she
wrote on the papers attached to her clipboard. “Need a hand there sport?” she
cooed. “Don’t worry, I won’t press the activator until you’ve shot your last”
she said as she reached in with one hand, while now holding a remote control
device with her other hand. I had not been with a woman in months. It didn’t
take long. UNGH and the white cream splattered the console. As it did, her
pretty red nailed finger depressed the red button. NOOOO I cried but it gave
no mercy. SNAP and the pain shot up while the balls slipped down into the
pouch. She let her hand slip off my penis and down into the pouch which now
opened fully. She took out my balls and slipped her hand down into her pants,
slipping them up into her warm & wet vagina. “Ohhh she moaned, this always
gets me SO horny. I guess this is as close as you’ll ever get to cumming in my
coozy.”
After she calmed down she handed me some paperwork. “Here, take this to the
local highway department office and they will switch out your key for a Eunuch
key. Your car will start up again in 15 minutes. By then you should be better
able to drive. Or if you’d like, I can call the local clinic to come get you.
Aren’t you glad we deactivate your car before we deliver the punishment?”
In spite of great caution, a few percent of the male population gets neutered
each year as a result of this program. I guess it does work though. Traffic
accidents are way down, men drive much more cautiously, and the ratio of
breeding men to women is returning to 1:1. As for me, I guess it has reduced
my own frustrations, and I certainly don’t chase skirts any more. I do miss
the exhilaration of orgasm, but the memory is fading.
Jim Fox
[email protected]
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Castration in Hibernation | TESTICLES, Surprisingly Fine Dining | ***** | ` `
It was fags versus pigs as the limp wrist met the long arm of the law.
The bears were tweaking the bare-ass tweeks.
They were bruising while they were cruising.
John LaBatt apparently wasn't into twat. His beer company was the main sponsor
of the gay pride parade down Yonge Street, Toronto, said to be the longest
street in the world.
The vote was still out on the average length of bear and tweek.
Some said the average hairy monster had less-than-average and often-grissly
gonads. Some said the average tweek was never meek in manhood, the sleek
physique being the antithesis of his penis perfectus.
But why fight about dick size?
What was the reason for this Great Canadian Cock Fight?
In a shell of nuts, the reason is that there are some great Canadian cocks
worth fighting over and onto. Usually this country goes out of its way to be
neutral, but when it comes to dick, they get down and dirty.
Angered in the extreme, they can even go from neutral to neutered.
It all came to a head at Remington's.
Steel-eyed, the bartender topped off the ice-cold LaBatt on tap, but
straightening the frosted mug for the last splash near the brim to give a good
head. For $200 Canadian you can give one of the big-cocked lap dancers some
good head.
But don't tell the steel-eyed bartender.
Or the cops.
If you want to see naked bears, don't go to Remington's. Go to Naked Night at
one of the bear-on-the-menu bars.
Remington's and their customers don't go for the full-body fur-rug look.
The delightful dancers are not all tweeks, but they are always damn sleek. I
can hardly speak.
Naomi went to high school with Donna and Stephany in Scarborough. When they
were in high school, they had cocks. Now they have graduated to tits, but they
still have those nice cocks.
The four of us were in the upstairs bar at Remington's. As Mr. LaBatt's brew
put us at ease, we had an easy view up the ass of each dancer prancing on
stage.
"Nice cock and balls, but he didn't get all the hair off his left ass cheek."
It was fun to critique.
They were professional. They could take it.
And damn, they could give it too. Those back room lap dances at $20 Canadian
got your finger up inside the same view you had earlier while you were just
pointing your finger.
But John LaBatt gave too much.
The proud bears drank too much. And after unshowering for the first four days
of pride week, they stank too much.
Those Canadian cops really know how to royally mount. They always get their
men.
They herded those stinking bears into one of the home-away-from-home homo
spas.
Everyone into the pool.
But then that glorious, invigorating pool had a floating scum of cum. Bear
cum, mixed with bear grease and oil.
Pride week was spoiled.
While the pool was drained and prepped for steam cleaning, the pooped bears
finally needed to hibernate. By police order, the spa rented them rooms at $8
Canadian.
And while they slept it off, the outraged manager decided to take compensation
for his loss. He would take it right off the top by playing his cards off the
bottom.
As the awakened bears kick-started their Harleys, because they had been kicked
out of town, they noticed that the seats were a lot more comfortable.
Had the June sun heat-molded the leather to a perfect fit?
Does a bear shit in the woods?
No, it was John LaBatt's cousin, the spa manager. (Both cousins used to have
their shit packed in the woods).
Christopher LaBatt Pope was proud of his spa. Every non-bear gay place is a
model of cleanliness.
Mr. Pope crept while they slept. The bears thought they were in a sylvan
siesta, a nap in the woods. The scalpel fell, and they didn't hear it.
They didn't even feel it. John LaBatt's brew has that anaesthesizing effect.
And the bear balls were not all that bad.
Now they had to be marinated for like a week in WD-40 to de-grease the damn
things, but once prepped at The Keg near Cartlon at College, they were quite
delightful.
With a lot of Merlot, down they go.
And what bear will ever miss his balls? Hell, they're so damn fat they haven't
even been able to see them for the last 20 years.
Classy Bitch runs from bears. She lives in fear, but a fear that is a might
erotic, that someday a bear will be able to read. He might find this and her
other stories on eunuch.org -- but the Classy Bitch would snarl and bark, and
chase him up a tree. A Maple tree.
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The disco | STRAIGHT, TESTICLES, NULLIFICATION | girls just wanna have fun | The Disco
A group of us guys went off to a new club. The bouncers were
big muscle women. They looked us up and down and let us in. They
seemed to say "No coming on the dance floor". Inside the club was
dark, good music playing. We started to dance. As the lights adjusted
we noticed lots of very sexy young ladies. Some were earing short
dresses; others basques, suspenders and nickers; some in leather;
some in PVC and some in coloured bras and nickers. Wow heaven we
thought.
A group of girls were dancing near us. Arms in the air,
shaking their breasts and bums. We couldnt help but watch. One of the
girls caught me looking at her. She smiled. She slinked over and
danced closer to me. She was wearing a red lacy bra and nickers. I
looked down, right into her full breasts. I looked at her again. She
smiled. She started to rub her body against mine. To my amazement she
undid her bra and placed my hands on her tits. I glanced around and
noticed all the girls were coming on to the guys.
One guy not being paid attention, moved to the middle of the
dance floor and dropped his trousers and pants. His cock quickly
stiffened. The girl closest to him, left the man she was coming on
to, and turned to him. You could see his eyes staring at her tits,
mesmarised. All the girls turned to watch and the boys as well. The
girl punched him in the face and grabbed his balls. She punched them.
All of us guys cringed, the girls giggled at us cringing. She tugged
his balls and punched them a few more times until he hit the deck.
She kicked him in the face, the side and stamped in his
stomach. A bouncer woman came over she gave the girl a choice of a
knife or a brick. She took the brick. She knelt between the writhing
mans legs. Took aim. And smashed his cock and balls with the edge of
the brick. She stood up and held his genitals in her hand in triumph.
All the girls were shrieking and cheering.
The girl I was with, got back down to dancing and teasing me.
I was dancing but very rigidly. She stroked my hair, face. She was
beautiful. I felt good again. She rubbed her tits against me. I felt
motion in my loins. She rubbed her leg between my legs. She smiled
and whispered "your hard". Her hand dropped down and touched my cock
through my trousers. It was pushing to get out. She lowered her body
and undid my fly. I groaned. She undid my trousers and let them fall.
She pulled down my pants. I could feel the moistness of her mouth on
my penis. My God it was good. She was bringing me slowly toward
orgasm. I couldnt control myself anymore. I could feel the sperm
forcing its way from my balls and out of my cock. She moved her mouth
away quickly. My sperm shot across the dance floor. It glowed purple
in the flourescent lights. I was grabbed from behind and dragged from
the dance floor by a bouncer. My girl followed.
I was grabbed by my balls and lifted up a bouncers leg. The
bouncer said "No coming on the dance floor". My girl smiled again.
She said "I'm sorry, I caused the mess, I'ld better remove it. With
that the bouncer handed the girl a knife. She bent down, smiled at me
again. She teased my cock with the knife and then my balls. I could
feel the cold steel on my genitals. Then I fell to the ground. I
looked up to see my penis and scrotum dangling from her hand. She
placed it between her legs, pretending to be a guy and giggled. She
bent down, kissed my cheek and whispered "Thank you, I've always
wanted some of these". She walked off. I was dragged out of the club
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Boys Like to be Held pt2 | STRAIGHT, TESTICLES, General ballbusting sessions | Once more spring and lithe, Erin back a good distance away, her foot slowly
retreating backwards. She let loose and....
Michael felt the soft fabric of her sock, the toes pointedly aimed, especially
the pedicured nail of her big toe, all compress against his package. The air
left his lungs as quickly as she had kicked him. He stood, mouth open, eyes
wide, as Erin delicately wiggled her toes within his stuff. With graceful
posture, she kept her balance on her other foot while it's partner whipped his
already smashed nuts.
He couldn't help but fall forward; the pain was too much. His eyes crinkled
with tears, Michael bit his bottom lip to silence a scream. Even as he fell
into a kneeling position once more, Erin kept her foot steady, right up
against his groin. She could feel both individual nuts, moving around, trying
to escape.
Michael curled up around her foot, holding her leg. He looked up to her with
pleading puppy dog eyes, barely able to groan out, "Please--p-please stop."
Erin shook her head, and pressed her foot harder. Michael whimpered sharply in
pain, and whispered almost inaudibly, "Please, I do-don't think I can t-take
any-m-m-more."
Erin sighed, slowly rolled her ankle, but then mercifully withdrew the foot.
She watched, hands on hips, as the boy further curled into himself, clutching
desperately at his boy bits. She was too pissed at his cowardly attitude to
take pity on his coughings and sputterings.
She walked over to her bed and sat down. Watching him whimper for a few more
moments, smiling to herself at her handiwork, she then said sternly, "Michael!
Come here."
Slowly the lanky boy drew his brown eyes up to hers, pain and a deep, deep
hurt obvious in them, even though they were watery with tears. For his part,
he did try to get up, but he could not take his hands from his 'nads. He was
holding them desperately, trying to assauge their aching pains.
Erin bit the inside of her cheek, becoming more annoyed with each moment
Michael lay dawdling on her floor. "Michael! Come over here now or I'll really
give you something to cry about. How about I take out the vice from the
garage? Hm? Stick your nuts in that and let it crush them to a pulpy mess of
nothing! Well?"
Michael moaned, and then replied weakly, "N-no, ma'am. I'm-m coming, ma-
ma'am." Slowly he picked himself up off of the hard wooden floor. When he
finally, painfully, got to his shaking knees, Erin became sympathetic.
Lightly she walked over to him, kneeling beside him. She placed a hand on his
back, rubbing it in circles. She kissed his cheek. "C'mon, Mikey, almost
there." She grabbed his elbow and tried to pull him up. It was shaky, but he
was standing. With a few uncertain steps, though Erin still had a hold on him,
they reached her bed, onto which he couldn't help but collapse.
Erin adjusted him onto his back, and more towards the middle. She herself
climbed on, deliberately pulling his cock from his already opened jeans and
boxers. It was soft and pliable, but still rather well-sized at what she guess
was five or so inches. Erin always thought penises in and of themselves looked
rather ugly, but this one she could actually consider cute, if that was the
right word for it. She lovingly kissed its head, flicking her tongue at its
slit. No response, except a small "ummph" sound from Michael.
"Aw, sweetie. You did really well today, though!" Laying his cock towards his
tummy, her hand once more delved into his boxers, this time much more gently.
Michael froze, paralyzed in fear that she might continue his torture with
squeezing. Fresh tears ran down his cheeks at the very thought, but Erin only
giggled.
Cupping her hands, she held aloft his balls, swollen and red. Gently, Erin
prodded them. Still intact. Michael yelped; she might as well have been
hammering them on an anvil. Every slight pressure on them sent him reeling.
"Aw, poor baby," Erin said sympathetically, cradling his testicles as lightly
as she could. "Just a little swelling is all, nothing permanent." She took a
moment to study them again, holding them this way and that. "I'm really proud
of you, though. Maybe I should kiss them and make them feel better?" Sweetly
she pecked both left and right testicle, giggling as she did.
Michael, for all the ache and stabbing pains with each throb of blood in his
ballsac, couldn't help but return a small smile. Softly Erin settled his balls
back into their rightful place. She cuddled up to his side, looking up at him
with a big grin. Kissing his cheek, she lightly wiped his tears away with her
thumb.
Snuggling up to him, she once again laid her hand deep into his pants, simply
holding his package. Michael squirmed a bit in anticipation, but Erin was more
interested in a nap than continuing their session. He sighed in relief; sleep
sounded like a very, very good idea. He was exhausted from such practice.
In a soft voice, Erin asked him, "That was fun today, huh?"
Knowing better than to disagree, Michael nodded and murmured, "Mm hmm."
She softly patted his stuff, much to his discomfort, and said before falling
asleep, "I can't wait 'till tomorrow. I have a few more ideas I'd like to do
with you..."
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THE BICYCLE ACCIDENT (penis, testicles) | THE BICYCLE ACCIDENT
by Sporus
I was riding my road racing bike down the hill on my way to work. The
traffic was heavy and I had to stay closer to the row of parked cars
than I liked. Suddenly a car door opened right in front of me. My front
wheel hit the door square on. I flew over the handlebars at 25 miles per
hour and my crotch collided with the top of the door. It felt as if my
crotch were being ripped completely out. I rolled over the front of the
car and ended up in a fetal position, screaming, holding onto my crotch
and not being able to feel anything between my legs but pain. Imagine
the pain of being kicked in the balls only a hundred times worse. And
getting worse by the second. On top of this, there was a growing
electrical pain surging through my cock, punctuated by sharp flashing
pains as if my cock were being pierced by a thousand ice picks over and
over. Finally I rolled onto one side, vomited and passed out..
I came to in the ER strapped to a table, an ice pack between my legs.
The pain was still intense. I was being wheeled into a room. Some one
began cutting through the spandex of my bike shorts as a nurse handed me
a consent form. After a while the doctor informed me that I has
sustained massive tissue damage in my groin. My crushed genitals had to
be completely removed. They began injecting local anesthetic into my
groin and gave me a shot of morphine. As I drifted into semi-
consciousness, I closed my eyes and tried very hard not to look like the
happiest man alive.
I had dreamed about being a eunuch as long as I could remember. For
years I had been taping and gluing my genitals inside of my abdomen so
that my cock and balls would disappear completely. I could experience
the look and some of the feel of being sexless. Now it was all coming
true. I was becoming a eunuch. What would my new body feel like? How
would my new life be? I couldn't wait to find out.
The next 24 hours were a blur, lying on my back with a Demerol drip
going in one arm. The pain was dull but constant with occasional shots
of intense pain which sent my entire body into spasms. By the afternoon
of the second day, the pain was at a more manageable level. A nurse came
in to change the dressing on my groin. I watched her pretty face as she
saw my wound. She tried to keep her composure, but clearly had never
seen anything like. I asked her to leave me alone for just a moment so I
could look for myself. She hesitate, then waited outside. I elevated the
bed so I could see.
Everything was swollen and black and blue. My cock and balls were
completely gone. A curving, horizontal scar ran from one side of the
groin to the other. A clear drainage tube ran from either end of the
scar. A yellow catheter ran out from where the base of my scrotum had
been. I felt an intense, almost orgasmic feeling rushed through my
entire body. I lowered the bed and drifted off, a silly grin on my face.
I was going to like this, I thought.
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Mr. Goldberg | PENECTOMY | Mr. Goldberg can get his penis rebuilt, but... | Mr. Goldberg wakes up in the hospital, bandaged from head to foot.
The Doctor comes in and says, 'Ah, I see you've regained consciousness. Now,
you probably won't remember, but you were in a big pileup on the freeway.
You're going to be okay, you'll walk again and everything, but..... something
happened. I'm trying to break this gently... but the fact is... your penis was
chopped off in the wreck and we were unable to find it.'
Goldberg groans, but the Doctor goes on, 'You've got $9000 in insurance
compensation coming to you, and we have the technology to build you a new
penis that will work as well as your old one did... maybe even better! But the
thing is, it doesn't come cheap. It's $1000.00 per inch.'
Goldberg perks up at this!!
'So,' the Doctor continues, 'It's for you to decide how many inches you want.
But it's something you'd better discuss with your wife. I mean, if you had a
five inch one
before, and you decide to go for nine inches, she might be a bit put out. But
if you had a nine inch one before, and you decide only to invest in five
inches this time, she might be disappointed. So it's important that she plays
a role in helping you make the decision.'
He agrees to talk with his wife. The Doctor comes back the next day and says,
'So, have you spoken with your wife?'
'I have,' says Mr. Goldberg.
'And has she helped you in making the decision?'
'Yes, she has,' he says.
'And what is it?' asks the doctor.
'We're getting granite counter tops.'
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Warehouse FULL of Nuts. | STRAIGHT, TESTICLES, NULLIFICATION | Filling in the Nuts. In Amy\'s society women have formally taken over the earth. Men are raised as crop to collect their semen and to harvest there cock and balls. | In the small town of Hemet, CA were many warehouses for various companies.
Most companies manufactured industrial items to food storages. In one
particular site a company by the name of Cromick Foods had there warehouse.
I work at with this current company as a package handler. I started 2 months
ago and it has been going pretty decent. Basically my job is to handle human
meat. We have a large storage center filled with thousands of husks. Husks are
very weak. The only strong part of a husk is its penis and testicles. A husks
cock is very thick, almost 7 inches around and can be as long as 18 inches
when errect. The balls are very large aswell. They vary, it can be as large as
an egg up to the size of 2 watermelons.
I usualy start the day fast. We work at a fast paced work enviornment. A husk
is brought to me and sat securely on a bench. In the middle of the bench is a
small crane, looks like a welding table. My job is to place eatch testicle
under a steel needle. The steele needle can be very thick to support the
massive nuts. Before I drop the needle in the middle of the nut I make sure
they are drain and measure the penis. Usually a suction cup is held up top to
a large tank collecting massive ammounts of semen. Many cocks are milked this
way before filling. Sometimes if we have downtime we make things fun and oraly
drain the dongs. In this particular occasion the cock is measuring 14 inches
fully errect, and 9 inches around. Its bigger then both my arms but together.
All our cocks are uncircumsied b4 usage, this is a sign of a fresh dick. My
first step is to cut the foreskin off the dick. this is usally difficult
because of the strength of the errection, I tuck my hand under the foreskin
and push down as hard as I can and tie the cock down with belts to make the
cut. I cut around the head and quickly remove the foreskin. Sometimes a penis
can get so hard that when its tied down it could snap from the base. When this
happens we quickly sever the penis off the husk. After I take care of the
foreskin I make sure the nuts are empty. For now I can only use the suction
cup to drain the nuts. After the nuts are empty I place the scrotum on the
bench and place the first ball under my needle. A large syringe is attached on
top. The nut is the size of a basketball. I cut straight down the middle of
the giant nut sack. I pull the first nut out of the sack. I lower the needle
down ready to make my poke. The syringe is filled with ground beef at the
moment. I plunge the needle down in the center of the giant testicle, a stream
of white rich semen jets from the tip of the dong hitting the ceiling and
making a loud splat. I pushed down on the syringe filling the testicle with
beef. The the nut starts to fill and the penis starts to errupt with beef. I
stop the filling and snip the giant cords. I save the cords as its filled with
beef and can be sold in markets. We place all the nuts on a tray ready to be
packaged and shipped to supermarkets across the country. I finish the second
testicle and cut the scrotum off the husk. I place the still errect cock on
the bench and tie it down. Its time to cut this dong of the husk. This is my
favorite my part. I love sawing off huge cock meat. The huge cock is also sent
to the grocery stores for great foods, I personally prefer fresh raw cock of
the body. I repeat this process hundreds times a week as does 30 other people
in the warehouse.
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Traitor Slave | NULLIFICATION, Other: Death By Impalement | you're just gonna have to read it. | "Put him to the pike. This worthless traitor shall know pain before
he dies the death of a worthless slave. The sentence is death by
impalement and nullification. Take him to his death." The overseer
said.
Two eunuchs dragged the struggling slave to the place of his death.
The only thing he had really done was to have sex without his
owner's permission. Ordinarily that wouldn't have been a problem
but with all the problems in the other provinces, owners, masters,
and overseers were cracking down on their slaves. Most offenses
only required a beating or a simple castration. Some offenses
however required a slave be put to death, and the method was
usually left up to the owners. This particular slave owner was
particularly sadistic and loved to inflict pain on anyone he could
get his hands on. He would find the most painful way to torture and
kill a slave and take unusual delight in demonstrating the
technique to anyone that wanted to watch.
This slave was one of a dozen that was going to die this day and
each had his own pike just waiting to be driven into his anus. The
two eunuchs dragged him up the path to the top of the metal
platform and held him fast as several other slaves raised the pike
into place and secured it fast to its place. Four other eunuchs
picked up the condemned slave by his arms and legs. The original
two parted the condemned slave's asscheeks and they raised him over
the point of the pike.
"Do you have any last words before you die, slave?" the overseer
asked, not really expecting an answer and he didn't get one.
He signaled for the eunuchs to lower the slave onto the pike,
slowly. The eunuchs raised and lowered the slave several times
causing him to get hard. His cock was pointing straight out by the
time his feet touched the trap door. The overseer and his favorite
slave approached the piked slave. The overseer had the gelding
knife in his hand and his pet slave had a hot poker. The overseer
took hold of the slave's cock and balls with one hand and with the
other, slowly sliced through the base of the shaft and ball sack.
Once both organs were in hand the other slave shoved the hot poker
into the bleeding wound and the blood stopped. The slave howled in
agony as the trap door fell away and he slid down a full body
length then stopped.
The pike was deep inside him now and blood was slowly oozing from
his anus. It was ten minutes of screaming and moaning before the
next trap door opened. This happened several times until the point
of the pike appeared in the slave's mouth then slid out above his
head and his body stopped falling.
"Take him to the cook pits. The master shall dine well tonight.
Bring the next one." The overseer said.
Eleven other slaves met their death on the pike and on the cook
fires for the master and his guests.
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Gnorrid the Warrioress - Background Fantasy - Long - 3 of 4 | STRAIGHT, PENECTOMY, TESTICLES, NULLIFICATION, MINOR | Continued from Part 2 | ` Gnorrid the Warrioress - Background Fantasy - Long - 3 of 4 `
The Age of Empire
After the defeat of the desert invaders the Regency enjoyed a golden age of
approximately two centuries before it began to collapse and break apart. This
golden age was sometimes referred to as the Age of Empire.
After the declaration of the exclusive primacy of Dhradumus the few surviving
priestesses attempted to hide among the general populace. Many were
discovered, turned in, and executed by the Regency (often by burning or other
horrible means). Even for those who remained successfully hidden, the new
rules imposed by the priests of Dhradumus made it extremely difficult to pass
on teachings and knowledge to another generation of underground priestesses.
Women were not to be taught reading or writing or allowed to work in any save
the most menial labor. A woman discovered to possess skills of literacy would
be put to death - after a period of torture to ascertain who had taught her
and whom she may have taught.
The surviving priestesses hid themselves as best they could. Some remained in
the cities and some went to dwell among the peasants. More than a few families
risked their lives by discreetly taking in fleeing priestesses as servants. It
was here, however, that much secret knowledge was passed on the daughters and
even the sons of these families.
One stronghold of underground priestesses was the profession of midwives. A
most necessary function, men found it quite unpleasant and were more than
happy to turn this duty over to women. Looked upon with distrustful scrutiny,
men had little choice but to tolerate them.
Although the installment of Dhradumus as the one and only god in the Regency
was hailed as a great day among men, this sentiment was by no means universal.
Secret brotherhoods and fraternal orders sprang up. (Many were started by
surviving eunuchs who had served the priestesses.) It was easier for men to
pass on their knowledge as literacy was not forbidden for men, and many
intellectual pursuits were open to them. Also, such orders became clever at
disguising the ancient knowledge of the Sisterhood in terms and symbols that
were compatible with the worship of Dhradumus. It is said that there were even
Dhradumian priests, officiators at public rituals and held in high esteem by
the Regency, who were secret worshipers of the Goddess and curators of her
ancient knowledge.
In public buildings and statuary all artwork reminiscent of the Sisterhood and
their Goddess was destroyed. Gone were the gala festivals presented by the
priestesses on the great feast days. In their place were great somber
gatherings. Statues of Dhradumus now frowned down upon throngs of groveling
followers in the streets and city squares. Subdued and dutiful, the worshipers
dressed in dark cloaks, robes and hoods, concealing as much flesh as possible.
Dhradumus was usually depicted wearing the traditional garb of the patriarchal
nomadic herdsman. With a full beard, Dhradumus held a scepter in one hand and
a sword in the other. The scowl of Dhradumus was said to send a cold chill
down the spine of the bravest of men. He was the ultimate symbol of male
authority and dominion.
Gone were the wonderful athletic contests and exhibitions where naked or
scantily-clad oiled bodies of young priestesses inspired crowds with their
beauty. Exposed flesh was now greatly restricted among men and absolutely
forbidden for women. Women were no longer allowed to appear in public without
their heads covered and their faces veiled. No more did men and boys
congregate in the market places on warm days just to enjoy the grand show of
young women dressed in short skirts, thongs, and skimpy halters scurrying
among the vendors. Now women could not share as much as a smile with the
world.
Girls were the property of their families until they came of age. Then they
were transferred to a master, either through marriage or other consignment,
and became his property. There were no independent women in the Regency. That
social classification simply did not exist.
Concubines and courtesans who once enjoyed a respectable place in society,
were now mere property of their masters. Harems of concubines were often
nothing more than private brothels where wealthy noblemen entertained and
rewarded their friends by letting them sleep with picks from their harems.
Prostitution per se was strictly forbidden, however, and punishable by burning
or stoning. Free roaming prostitutes in the streets would potentially open the
possibility for a woman to gain some semblance independence. Pursuit and
patronage of whores would be an admission that women could hold power over a
man by cultivating his lust. Women were to be purchased, not employed.
Dhradumian theology asserted that women were temptresses and seducers of men.
Women inspired men to think unwholesome and unclean thoughts, and were the
primary cause of men being led astray from the will of Dhradumus. In
Dhradumian society women had to be strictly contained and controlled.
During the chaos of the conflagrations and razing of the temples it is said
that some groups of priestesses escaped the Regency altogether and
reestablished themselves in lands far beyond the known world. Centuries after
the collapse of the Regency travelers from the wilderness would occasionally
bring tales of matriarchal "kingdoms" guarded by fierce female warriors.
Although such stories were generally given little credence, on more than one
occasion Dhradumian leaders organized military expeditions to seek out and
destroy such enclaves. For centuries they found nothing.
Continued in Part 4
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Random Acts of Deballing | STRAIGHT, TESTICLES | Young Woman Practices Her Craft | ` She saw him swagger into the bar. She knew his type-tight jeans `
revealing a bulge he thought no woman could resist.The type she loved to
deball- hearing them beg before she sliced off their scrotums with their
precious contents.
Her sweet smile and low cut blouse quickly enticed him and after several
drinks they sat in his car.The bulge in his pants was straining his jeans."i
bet a man like you has a big cock and balls she innocently whispered to him.
her hands began to stroke the fabric now straining with his cock. Thats it
baby he moaned as she opened his pants and quickly cupped his balls in her
hand.Quick as a cat she stabbed the needle into him-his eyes rolled and he was
unconscious within seconds.
She felt her pussy begin to tingle as sheheld his penis up and placed her
gelding knife at the base of his heavy sack.With one quick deft slice a new
eunuch was created. She dropped the trophy into a jar of preserving fluid and
quickly bandaged the new eunuch.
The pleasure she derived from his gelding was matched only by the imagining of
him when he awoke- his balls gone-emasculated- his proud cock soon to be
reduced to a soft limp useless organ.
No longer would he parade his thick hard cock for any woman.
Yes-another gelding for her!
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The Prince of Slaves Chapter 8 | MINOR | Megan's mother disowns her, causing unforeseen consequences.<BR><BR><A href="http://slammr.com">http://slammr.com</A> | ` `
_**Chapter8:**_
Her mother repudiated her, saying she no longer had a daughter, resigning
Megan to the status of a commoner.
_
At least, I can fuck Dylan or Emrys as Megan now_ , Braith thought. _If I'm no
longer of noble blood, there's no proscription against it. Megan can fuck
anyone, commoner or noble. She will never have a child by Emrys, but she can
fuck him._
As Megan, she was content to live at Caerforon instead of the palace, whether
with Emrys or Dylan. She was content to be a commoner, if she could have him.
She tried to change into Megan -- but couldn't.
Braith had lost his magic. Apparently, the God had also repudiated Megan when
her mother had. He couldn't change at all, not even back to the beautiful
jilly boy. He was Braith, attractive, but speckled with freckles.
But, what about Dylan? He was at Caerforon -- as Dylan. Without magic, how
could Braith change Dylan back into the prince? As it turned out, he couldn't.
"You've lost your magic?" asked Dylan.
"Yes," said Braith. "When my mother repudiated me, the God deserted me, too."
"And, you can't change me back?"
Braith tried, but couldn't. "No, he said, "I can't. I no longer have any
magical powers." He started to cry. "What a mess I've made of everything. I
wouldn't blame you for throwing me out. I didn't think she would repudiate me
and didn't think the God would, too, if she did. What are we going to do?"
"I don't know," said Dylan. "I can't go back to the palace as Dylan. Even the
God doesn't recognize me thus. He put his arms around the boy. We've made our
bed," he said. "I guess we'll have to lie in it."
"But whatever I give up," she said, "you give up so much more. You give up a
kingdom."
"Emrys gave up a kingdom when he decided to become Dylan. I've been far
happier as Dylan than I ever was as Emrys. At least, now I don't have to marry
Wynne of Kidwelly."
"But look at me," said Braith. He was bald and freckled. "I'm not even an
attractive jilly boy any longer. Glendower's beauty exceeds mine. Perhaps you
will prefer him now to me, especially after what I've cost you."
"Never," said Dylan, "I love you, Braith or Megan. I love who you are."
"You love me even bald and with freckles." Braith certainly didn't feel
attractive.
"I love you bald and freckled. Besides, I'm bald, too, and the hair will grow
back, though I prefer not to let it. It's nice to be free of lice."
"Will you make love to me?" Braith asked. "I need the reassurance that you
still desire me, knowing I'll always be a boy."
"Dylan kissed him, then lay him on the bed. Braith raised his legs. Dylan
knelt on the bed, his cock pressed against Braith's hole, then thrust his cock
into his hole, holding the tops of Braith's thighs as he thrust.
Braith moaned, rubbing his tits as he did. He had breasts. They were small,
but were bigger than those of an uncut boy; and they were sensitive. He could
almost orgasm just from rubbing them.
Dylan fucked him, not once, but several times. It was a way to forget that he
was no longer the prince.
He had been happy being Dylan, but had known at any time he could once again
be the prince. Too, Dylan had no money. It was the prince, who had bought
their house and had paid for their food.
Without fathers, they couldn't even find work.
Sons of merchants and tradesmen followed their fathers. Sometimes a childless
father would adopt a son to follow him in his trade, but he usually adopted a
nephew or second son of a friend.
Surplus sons joined the army, emigrated, or were sold into slavery.
When the money ran out, they could either give up their balls and become
slaves or return to the market. For now, though, they still had a house and
money -- not much -- but enough for a month or two.
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From Boy to Hermaphrodite - Part 3 | TG, NULLIFICATION, TG? Hard to classify | Continuing "From boy to hermaphrodite" and "From boy to hermaphrodtie 2". Read it first. This story describes theorchiectomy of an already penectomized eunuch | ` when charles visited us the first time, he said: please, help me, I am so
horny, I am unable to collect my thoughts. And really, his whole body
trembled. We undressed him immediately and - indeed - he was not a man, but a
marvellous eunuch. his muscular body was completely shaved and on his belly
there was not the slightest mark of a cock, not even a scar, whre it might
have been, not even e pee-hole. his belly ended immediately in his scrotum.
But his scrotum was really bizarre. It dangled down for at least 15 cm. His
testicles were big as eggs, but it has not been their weight causing this
elongation. Additional to his testicles his sack was filled with several heavy
glass marbles, clicking with each movement. Obviously it was impossible for
him to go in public unobstrusively. He lifted his big sack with its heavy
content and directly behind it we remarked his little peehole, only some
centimeters before his anus. Remarking our curiosity he got one of his
lecherous paroxisms. He groaned and closed his eyes, his body twitched and he
cried helplessly. Obviously cutting only the penis gives the eunuch an endless
toruture: His testicles and their testosterone preserve his lust but without
any erectile tissue, he is unable to quench the lust. In his unfulfilled lust
charles started to beat himself. We had fear, that he would hurt himselft and
so wie curcified him. His arms and legs widespread buckled at the cross, his
waist tied firmly by the leather straps, we lifted his heavy scrotum, the up-
and down-moving lesticles let the marbles click. Carefully we creamed the
surrounding of his peehole with rheumatic medicine and insertied a thin tube
only some centimeters we reached his prostate. Its irritation was sufficient
that the prostate immediately liberated itself form its content. Zhe semen ran
down in long jets creating an extendend white spot at the foot of the cross.
Charles relaxed, hanging exhausted in the buckles of the cross. We descented
him from the corss and in the afternoon we sewed him a scrotum suspensorium
from elastic fabric, fixed with straps on a girdle around his waist. We asked
him to sty permanently with us and so we witnessed that his lecherey returned
all four or five hours and without our help he needed often more than an hour
writhing in lust before the semen jetted in longlasting flow out of his little
peehole. At some days he produced half a pint of semen, which - filled up with
red wine - was our common evening drink. `
One a day he went to his surgeon with the wish to fill up his scrotum with
further marbles up to the weight of a pound. The surgeon agreed and we begged
him - considering charles' difficulties with his testosterone - to remove his
testicles at this occasion. The weight of his new scrotum now big as a ball
forced him to wear his scrotum suspensorium permantently. Some days later he
examined carefully his sack, unable to feel the testicles between all the
marbles. When also no further ejaculation and no further lecherous paroxisms
occured, he realized, that he was emasculated, orchiectomized and now a
complete eunuch - and he was happy. Naturally he was sad, that his former
lascivity had gone, but I consoled him by the promise that he would get my
semi-dandrogene gestagene. giving als me a controllable uninterrupted state of
arousal. And naturally it worked at him. After some months he had reserved his
former sexual pleasure, but with some side effects: The female hormone had let
grown his nipples to two centimeters and the thick swollen prominent aureole
gave his male body an arousing bizarre look.
To be continued. If interested, please write me (email:
[email protected]).
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The debate | STRAIGHT | Who are superior, males or females? | The big debate
==============
Here it was, the big debate. The best minds in feminism (all female of course)
verses the best minds in society (2 male and 1 female).
John spoke first. He went for the very traditional line of male/female roles.
Child rearing. Nurturing instincts. It was well put together. A little dry
and heard before but a good opener.
Janet countered all these arguments with all the usual evidence on role
stereo-typing and gave plenty examples of cause and effect.
Mike was next. He was a bit more revolutionary. He went right back to
primitive societies. And rattled off, society after society where
males were 100% in charge.
Henrietta, came to the podiem next. She told of how women have never had a
chance to prove themselves. They have been over-powered by the devious
males through-out history. She says "Clothes are the main tool of man.
What do I mean? If a man's symbol of power over women is his penis.
Why does he hide it away. Simple. A man's balls is a far more potent symbol
of his weakness than his penis his strength. History started when man
got clothes, hid his weakness and started to treat women badly. Before this
time, women had the edge and treated men well. This fairness by women,
lead to their downfall. Next time, we wont be so fair. Think for a moment.
Men - if you get kicked in the balls what happens. Women - if you kick a
guy in his balls, what happens. We're taught not to do this at an early
age. It is a male society's taboo. I propose an experiment. All the ladies,
here, pick a guy and knee him in the balls. See what happens". With that she
sat down.
Aileen from the traditionalists stood up. "I've listened very carefully to
that well presented argument. A simple knee in the balls is a good starting
experiment as not many women or men have had that experience. Is it a male
represive educational act or is it women who dont want to be hit back?
I propose another experiment as well. A naked fight between a male and
female of similar background and age. I propose 2 acedemics would suffice."
She sat down.
Teresa stood up and asked the adjudicator to grant permission for the
experiments to take place now. "Permission granted".
The audience was
re-arranged so females and males were paired off. The males stripped below
the waste to remove their protective clothing and allow the ladies a more
accurate shot at their targets." Over a duration of a few seconds, each
male and female pair drew their breaths in preparation for the act. As some
pairs were breathing deep other males were screaming and falling to the
floor.
Henrietta thought "yes, I was right about that so far". A few pairs were
brought to the podium to tell of their experience. The males said
"The feeling of total weakness during the event. And the feeling of great
vulnerability after". The females quoted "The feeling of surprise,
wonderment and it was quite funny during the event. And the feeling, of
power and control after". All pairs were asked to write their descriptions
down for later assessment.
Now for the fight, Janet and Mike. Both were non-physical, out of shape.
Late 30s academics. They were stripped down. And faced each other naked.
They appologised to each other for what they were about to do. Mike
approached Janet and swung at her. She wasn't nimble but she got out of
the way. The second swing, clipped her on the head. She lost balance and
fell. She tried to clamber up. He grabbed her. She bit into his hand.
He removed his hand to try to remove the pain, more instinct than tactics.
His swinging genitals caught her eye. She released her jaw and kicked out
at his male parts. She missed but caught his penis with her toe-nail.
They withdrew to gain breath. He quickly checked his penis. The nail had
cut the flesh a little.
As he looked up from viewing his damage, he walked on to a punch from her.
It hit him in the face. He was more surprised than hurt. She followed it
up with a punch to the gut. He was hurt. In his pain he punched her.
It landed in her gut. She hit the floor. She started to crawl away but he
chased her. When he had almost caught her, she turned. She was close enough
to grab his genitals. She did. She grabbed his balls in her right hand.
She pushed his body with
her head, grabbed his legs with her left hand. He lost balance and fell
backwards. His legs hit her in the mouth as he fell. She let go of his
balls. The momentum of his fall, had dragged her hand from his balls. They
were hurt. She regained herself and looked up at his pained fallen body.
She crawled over to his genitals. Her final attack. Was it prime-eivil
instinct - she didn't know. She sunk her teeth into his penis.
The other women finally prized her from his cock.
Teresa took the stand again. Well, we finally have the answer.
"The penis, a man's symbol of man's power over women has been a long kept
disguise for a man's testicals, a symbol of women's power over man. For us
women the answer is easy. We must fight every male, uncover his weakness,
we must remove his power symbol, his penis and use his balls to torture
his freedom like he has tortured women for so long".
Great applause.
From that moment on, another question arose. Were Teresa's words a metaphor
or to be taken literally. Men, certainly do have a hard time of it these
days. That is if they are with a woman who does not pertain to the literal
meaning.
I myself, dont really pertain to the literal meaning. But, I do get lapses
of consciense and head of to St. Teresa's with one of my latest males. Poor
soles. I'm glad I dont have a penis, you never know when your going to
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THE WIFE's CHOICE -- A JOKE | PENECTOMY | AFTER AN ACCIDENT THE WIFE MAKES A CHOICE FOR HER AND HER HUSBAND. | << A man was in an accident and his penis was chopped off.
He was rushed to the hospital where the doctor examined him, and
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size for $2,000, a medium size for $5,000, or an extra-large size
for $10,000. I realize it's a lot of money, so take your time and
talk it over with your wife."
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"We've decided," the man told him as he choked back tears. "My wife
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Punishment for a Repentent Pervert - Part I | STRAIGHT, TESTICLES | A flasher who is normally content with just exposing himself, goes one step too far and assaults a young woman. He is consumed with guilt and determined to prevent that happening again. He wishes to be castrated, but can he go through with it? | ` PART ONE `
Why did he do it? John couldn’t easily say. But for two months he had paid a
heavy price for his lust. Guilt hung over him like a heavy blanket he was
unable to shake off.
But soon, the waiting and the agony would be over. He disliked hospitals –
even smart private clinics like this one. Yet he was here out of choice.
It was his decision and his alone: to be castrated as a punishment for what he
had done and to stop him reoffending ever again.
They weren’t ready for him yet and the delay was agonising. He flicked through
the magazines but couldn’t concentrate. He sat there motionless, staring
fixedly at the wall, lost in thought, pondering his empty life.
John was 30, single and unemployed. He lived by himself in a small, run-down
bedsit on the outskirts of town. His grimy front window which he could never
bother to clean looked out on to the street outside.
Often he would fill the empty hours staring listlessly through the dirty glass
from behind net curtains.
It was usually fairly quiet. The occasional passer-by would stroll along – and
John would watch them absent mindedly. But one particular day, he took more
notice. A girl was walking along. She was around 17 with long blonde hair and
pretty blue eyes. She wore a white patterned dress with little pink sequins
braided into it. She looked happy and as the sun caught her dress, the sequins
twinkled.
There was a twinkle in John’s eye too. The light white fabric was no match for
strong summer sunshine which cut straight through it.
John stared in fascination at those strong slim legs beneath her skirt. But
looking at her wasn’t enough for him. John was a flasher. “Just one more
time,” he said to himself. He removed his jeans and underpants and grabbed his
pair of running shorts which he put on, forcing his semi erect penis inside
them.
And then, he slipped out of the door, gently closing it behind him. The girl
was approaching the end of the street. There were roads either side but
straight ahead was a dead end, save for a sandy path which led to woodland.
“Please go in the wood, please,” implored John as he silently ran after her.
He was in luck. She did so and John, panting in anticipation, caught her up
and ran straight past her.
Sarah thought nothing of it. He was just another jogger; two had already
huffed and puffed past her earlier on. As for her, she was in no hurry. She
was off for a nice walk through the woods, all alone save for the birds, the
butterflies and the trees.
John had kept jogging for a good way until the path led into thick woodland.
He looked around carefully. No-one was about. He stepped off the path behind a
tree which still afforded him a view of the route the girl would take.
John pulled down his shorts, almost ripping them as he struggled to push them
off his shoes. He threw them to the floor. He took his now erect penis into
his hand. He began to masturbate slowly and carefully, eyes fixed on the path.
Suddenly Sarah appeared and began to walk along it.
Part II to follow
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New world - 3003 | STRAIGHT, NULLIFICATION | In the future sperm is scarse. | New World.
==========
Mike, a scientist from the 20th century awoke. He opened his eyes slowly
to behold a group of women surveying him. He was naked. He asked them
where he was. The were surprised but told him "Medical Lab 1 - the year is
3003". He was stunned. They finished the medical examination and he got
dressed. Natashia escorted him on a tour of the faility.
She explained that men in this time, were not intelligent at all, and are
used for gene production only. Only a few males are produced each year.
The bulk of the population are female.
Over the next month Natashia and Mike had many conversations about the past
and present. Exchanging information. Natashia, then put it to Mike, that
his genes would be of benefit to society. It would be a pleasure retorted
Mike. Natashia then lead him to another lab. She asked him to strip. He
stripped. His penis stood to attention. She approached carrying a sheath.
She inserted his penis into it and flicked a switch. He felt light headed
as it stimulated his cock.
Natashia approached and gave him a shot of something in his arm. He felt
good. Her voice now sounded hipnotic. She told him to approach the table
and push his cock and balls through the ring standing on the edge. He
did as he was told. Natashia approached, looked at his organs and smiled.
She unhooked a wire from the ring edge and rapped it around the back of
his scrotum and then lifted it up and around his cock. Stand still she said.
He was not bound. He wanted to get away, but his body was not moving.
She smiled sweetly to him as she pulled the wire and severed his scrotum
and the his penis from his body. Mike's eyes shed tears as he watched
motionless as she de-sexed him. The de-sexing complete. She pushed him
away and attached a machine to his genitals.
Mike was carried out of the lab and on his way out - it was explained that
men cannot fulfill the gene requirement. But a machine supporting the male
sexual organs can. They thanked him for supporting the cause.
Natashia took him home. A few weeks passed by and Mike had totally forgiven
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Thecia's bad day | STRAIGHT, TESTICLES | A short fantasy Thecia story. Of course it's fiction and not for minors. | Thecia’s bad day
My name is Thecia, I’m a 31 year old underground cutter. I’m also an engineer
who works at various oil refineries around the world.
I woke on a Tuesday morning to a 4 AM phone call from an old and intoxicated
boy friend. After putting him in his place I returned to a furtive sleep until
my six o’clock alarm. I had an early morning pressure test on several miles of
new refinery pipeline. A successful test would mean a big bonus for me. There
were thousands of welds and hundreds of flanges, so a perfect test on the
first try was not likely. I stopped for my morning coffee, it turned out to be
cold and made wrong. The pipeline test failed in a slew of places. It was not
a good day.
On the way home from work I stopped at the supermarket to pick up a few
things. On my way out of the store I saw a pickup truck back out of a spot and
drag its bumper down the length of my car, causing a deep cut from the front
fender to the start of the back door. The truck just drove away. I got the
license number and took note or the unique decal in the back window.
I started to call 911 when my evil side popped up, I could make this day
better yet.
I learned from one of my cop friends that he was a low life petty criminal and
a town bully.
He lived in a nearby town at 23 Spooner Street (ironically the same address as
Peter Griffin)
He opened the door and asked of me “What do you want?” I told him that he hit
my car and I wanted him to stand up and take care of it.
His reply was, “Fuck you cunt!” as he tried to slam the door. My taser was a
little quicker than he was and in a nanosecond he was writhing on the floor in
tears. From the corner of my eye I spotted a battle scarred pit bull coming at
me. The taser had recharged and it put the dog on the floor with his master. I
hog tied the dog and cuffed the man before the affects wore off.
I cut the man’s clothes off to reveal a pretty impressive package, a cock that
was maybe a very thick eight inches and balls the size of lemons.
With practiced ease I put an elastrator band over his nuts and looped my
monofilament fishing line around his sack just below the band. He couldn’t see
what I was doing, but he knew it wasn’t a good thing. He said, “I’m going to
kill you, you fucking cunt.” I told him that somehow I didn’t think he would
have the balls to do that. I pulled the improvised wooden handles of my
garrote and in a flash his big balls bounced onto the seventies era shag rug.
He began to scream, “My Balls! My Balls.” but it was too late, his big nuts
were mine.
The pit bull was struggling mightily against his bonds. He was obviously used
in the fight ring. I wouldn’t put up with that either. Using exactly the same
method his canine nuts fell on the same outdated shag rug.
The day turned out to be not so bad after all. I had to pay for my own car
repairs, but it was worth it.
I stopped at a Greek diner on the way home and had a little spinach pie. It
hit the spot. Nutting always makes me hungry.
Respectfully submitted,
Thecia
[email protected]
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The Valentine's Present | GAY, PENECTOMY, TESTICLES, MINOR | The boy's most horrible Valentine's wishes come thru, - with help from a box of chocolates. | The Valentin's Present
It was Valentine's Day evening.
The fire in the fire place blazed cheerfully and supplanted the February
night's cold. On a dais close to the fire place a naked boy was kneeling. Soft
silk ribbons pulled his hands toward the ceiling and kept his knees against
the rim of the dais – far apart. The flames endowed his light skin with a
golden cherry glow. He was very beautiful. A scarf around his head covering
his eyes had increased his sensitivity for the flames' crackling, the smell of
birchwood and for the finger, which caressed his inner thigh.
”How does it feel?” whispered the man into the boy's ear.
”I lo...”
”Shhh,” whispered the man. ”I love you too.”
The boy made a small twitch, as the finger reached his hairless genitals, and
his penis hardened by the light touch.
”Are you ready?” the man whispered. ”A box with chocolate and twelve small
notes. One for each of your years of living. Is that to be your Valentine's
present?”
The boy nodded eagerly.
”Taste this.” The man pressed a piece of chocolate against the boy's lips. He
took a bite.
”Coconut.”
The man tasted the chocolate. ”Yes, it is coconut.”
”Read the note,” said the boy.
The man found the note marked 'coconut', opened it and read. He smiled kindly
of the boyish handwriting, while he read aloud.
”Coconut: tie me to the bed and tickle me endlessly.”
”How sympathetic.” The man laughed and gave the boy's penis a little flick.
”There will be plenty of time for that.”
”One more,” the boy whispered in suspense.
The man put another piece of chocolate to the boy's mouth.
”Caramel.”
”Right,” the man confirmed. ”It is caramel.”
He read the note marked 'caramel'.
”Caramel: A whole night's caress, but I am not allowed to cum.”
”We both can have pleasure from that,” the man smiled.
The boy giggled, and for a moment they both laughed, until the echos of their
laughter died out , and the crackling fire again was the only sound.
”Enough for to night?” The man lightly squeezed the boy's genitals, but the
boy shook his head.
”Well, as you wish, here you have one more.”
The boy tasted the chocolate and hesitated. ”Strawberry.” But this time he did
not smile. The man took up the note named 'strawberry'. His voice got deeper
and more slowly while reading.
”Strawberry: 'Hang me upside down and whip my inner thighs with the bamboo
cane.'”
”Please, don't do it. Let me get off. I wrote it just for fun.” The boy was
close to crying.
”I know you,” then man replied. ”Exactly as you know me. You do nothing just
for fun. Your wishes are the same as mine. You wanted this Valentine's evening
to be something special."
”One more please, ” the boy said.
”As you wish. It is your Valentine's present."
A new piece of chocolate touched the boy's lips. Then his head moved back
abruptly.
”NO!” He cried. ”Let me choose another one!”
The man tasted the chocolate himself.
”It is vanilla,” he said, ”what can be so special about that?”
The sound of a letter being opened drowned for a moment the crackling fire.
For a long time he read in silence. The boy's face was pale as birch ash. When
the man spoke his voice was hoarse.
”The big prize.”
Tears ran down the boy's face.
”I didn't knew there was vanilla in the box,” he whispered.
”You wrote this lines with you most secret wishes. If you didn't wanted it,
you would not have written it.”
The man's mouth was close to the boy's ear, his fingers cupped the boy's
testicles while reading aloud.
”'Vanilla: In the cellar, naked and blindfolded. Licking your ass and sucking
your cock. My genitals tortured for two hours. Then the tip of my cock chopped
off, and my balls removed from scrotum. All kept in a jar. Screaming,
screaming through endless hours.”
”I didn't know,” the boy's voice was hardly audible.
”You didn't know there was vanilla in the box, but if you didn't want it, you
would not have written as you did, and you would not have arrived today, just
in the beginning of the vacation. You would not have told your parents, that
you were on winter holidays, with your classmates. You didn't know there was
vanilla in the box, but secretly you wanted it.”
The boy whimpered a bit and bowed his head accepting his fate. The man
loosened the silk ribbons holding the boy's hands and knees, then lifted his
lovely victim and went for the cellar. Soon, desperate shrieks from a boy in
unbearable pain rose through the dark house.
Several hours later the man came back. Alone. He was tired. The boy's last
hoarse prayer for mercy echoed in his ears. The fire had almost burned down.
He sat down and placed a little jar with the boy’s genitals on the table.
Absent-mindedly he took a piece of chocolate from the still-open box:
'Nougat,'" he established.
Without deeper thought he took the letter marked 'Nougat', and read:
”Nougat: A shoulder to cry on, a hug when I need it. A kiss when I want it.”
The man crumpled up the paper and threw it into the flames. A short flare and
it was gone.
”Happy Valentine's Evening,” he said to the empty room.
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My Friend Rob Gets Cut, Part Three | STRAIGHT, TESTICLES | The final part of my first story for the eunuch archive. More gentle than most of the stories here. | ` Copyright D.Reynolds `
Contact me at [email protected] (this address good as of 3-21-03)
Liz wrapped one hand around Rob's doomed balls and squeezed. "Relax as much as
you can," she said to him. "We have to wait fifteen to thirty minutes before
we can cut you."
Jessica held Rob's left hand while I held his right. "Your little guys are
being murdered right now, Dear," she said with a cruel grin.
"Is that right?" I asked, looking at Liz.
"Yes," Liz replied. "The moment I clamped him I crushed his cords. There is no
fresh blood supply to his testicles so, in reality, they're being killed as we
speak. If the clamp is not removed soon, they will be permanently damaged."
Despite my concern and sympathy for my friend, I could feel myself becoming
aroused. My body temperature rose, especially in my crotch. I kissed Rob
tenderly on the forehead and cheek and told him how proud I was of his
courage.
We all had drinks and made idle chitchat while waiting for Rob's testes to get
ready. I don't remember what we talked about. I was too aware of the
sensations in my own body. I felt very warm and I was very aware of my cunt.
Soon enough we were back at the kitchen counter. I got on top of the counter
with Rob and cradled his head in my lap, while Jessica and Liz got between his
legs. Jessica held the metal bowl while Liz brandished the knife. It was
somewhat like a fillet knife, having a narrow and very sharp blade.
Liz held up the weapon so Rob could see. "I am going to cut off your balls
now," she announced. "I think both you and Danni should see this." I raised
his back so he could observe the violence Liz was about to do to him. His head
rested against my shoulder.
I watched in awe as it happened. Liz brought the blade down next to his bag
and, in one fluid motion, sliced through the pinched skin, severing scrotum
and nads. Rob gasped and his eyes rolled back in agony. He passed out. Liz
dropped the scrotum into the metal bowl, emptying its gory contents while I
stared with fascination. I had no idea how much blood there was in a guy's
sack. Jessica found some pillows while Liz went to the sink with the knife and
the bowl.
I helped Jessica place the pillows underneath her husband's head and back,
then got off the counter and we joined Liz at the sink. Liz had already washed
the knife. Together, she and Jessica rinsed the blood out of the metal bowl
and cleaned off the balls and the scrotum. Without its former residents, the
sack looked wrinkled and pathetic. To my surprise, the testes were a bluish
purple color; I had expected them to be red.
I excused myself, trusting Liz and Jessica to look after Rob. After all that I
had seen, I needed some time alone. The drive home was like an annoying erotic
daydream--I felt a dull ache in my sopping pussy the whole way and there was
nothing I could do about it but grit my teeth. Once home, I lost no time in
tearing off my clothes and climbing into bed with my favorite dildo. I
furiously fucked myself to a screaming orgasm over and over, replaying the
moment of Rob's nutting in my mind. After a half dozen climaxes (I lost count,
actually), I collapsed in exhaustion.
For the next couple of days I felt sick with guilt. My best friend had lost
his virility and I had got off to it. I talked to a psychiatrist friend of
mine about it and she brought me back to reality. She helped me see that it
was the sexuality of the castration and not Rob's suffering that I had found
so exciting. My behavior had been perfectly normal. There was no reason for me
to be ashamed.
I still see Rob on a regular basis and we still fuck when he is able to get it
up. Mostly he goes down on me. Orally pleasuring a woman is more fulfilling
for him now than ever because he no longer needs to cum. Occasionally I miss
the flavor and aroma of his semen, but I relish the new intimacy we enjoy.
We're almost like brother and sister now. Rob doesn't have any regrets; He no
longer feels bad when another man fucks his wife and he enjoys our new
relationship. And Jessica? She keeps his balls pickled in a jar in her closet,
and his scrotum has become a handsome purse.
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Boys' Day at John F. Kennedy Middle School, A report by Nancy Carrigan and Susana Washington | STRAIGHT, MINOR | Two girls write a report. | ` Boys' Day `
Nancy Carrigan
Susana Washington
Grade 6
Ms. Van Patten
March 21, 2047
Boys' day is a very important day in the school year. Boys' day happens every
March, just before Spring Break. We celibrate boys during Boy's Day. Not all
boys are treated the same during Boys Day. Principal Andrews decides who will
stay boys and who will change to men. She uses several different things to
decide. She uses the national standards test. She uses the recommendation of
our teachers. She uses a doctor's report. Then she makes a list.
Me and Susana Washington were allowed to observe during boys' ceremony. We had
to be quiet and serious. During gym class the boys take a shower first,
instead of last. Then they line up in the gym. They are not allowed to wear
clothes, even underwear. Principal Andrews then reads the first names on her
list. Those boys are excused. Boys that are excused are very smart or very
good athletes (Go Panthers!) or both. Those boys go to the library. The other
boys get help to stay boys. Staying a boy is good. We know that before boys'
days started, there was lots of war and crimes in the world. Now it is better.
Those boys stay in the gym. Ms. Andrews calls their names one by one and they
come up to a table. They bend over the table and Nurse D'matio feels between
their legs. Boys have a scrotum. Nurse D'matio feels their scrotum to find
their cords inside. Nurse D'matio puts a small tool like a sissors against the
cords. She steps on a button on the floor and electricity burns the cords. The
cords would bring bad chemicals to the boys' bodies that should be stopped.
When Nurse D'matio pushes the button the boys jump and gasp. Some of the boys
cry and then Ms. Andrews teases them. The other boys tease them too. Because
Billy Laurens has a long scrotum and his cords were easy to find, Nurse
D'amatio let us do Billy. We both felt Billy's cords. We pushed them to the
back of his scrotum. I held them there and Susana put the zapper on them. The
zapper clamps them from both sides. When the cords were clamped I stepped on
the button. Billy jumped, and the sack rolled around and got smaller. Nurse
D'matio says that is the balls trying to get away, but they can't. We thanked
Nurse D'amatio and Billy for letting us try the zapper. When we took the
zapper away, Nurse D'amatio showed us two white spots. That is where the
electricity went through Billy's scrotum. She said Susana and I did a good
job.
After the boys' ceremony the boys put their gym clothes on. They get small ice
bags to put between their legs. They sit in the gym bleachers and Principal
Andrews told them how proud she was of them. Then they eat cake and ice cream.
Susana and I then returned to girl's gym. Later there is an assembly and
Principal Andrews and some High School students gave a presentation on how
important boys are.
In June Nurse D'amatio will come back to boy's gym and check that all the
boys' cords are burned. She said we should come back and check if Billy's
balls are still there. She showed us how Billy's balls were firm and seperate
just after we burned his cords. In June they should be mushy and mixed
together. That is the way boys' balls should be, but they need help.
Thank you Principal Andrews and Nurse D'amatio for letting us see the boys'
ceremony for our report on holidays in our country.
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Gladiators Pt. III | GAY, WARNING, TESTICLES | The galdiator game reach their conclusion. How will Claudius fare? Will HIS balls pay the price of his opponant\'s victory? | ` GLADIATORS: Part III `
CLAUDIUS HAD BEEN outstandingly lucky so far in his series of Gladiator
contests. He had already dispatched two worthy opponents and had taken their
manhood in bloody emasculation. Now, as he stood before the Emperor, he
wondered what challenge now lay ahead. “Well done, loyal slave,” the Emperor
smiled. “Your next challenge will be trial by lance.” Claudius looked to the
far side of the arena where his next opponent was already entering through the
heavy wooden door: a lithe, strapping young hunk, named Marcello, completely
naked and defended only be a leather shield in his left hand and a sharp iron-
tipped wooden lance in his right. A noble threw down a lance in front of
Claudius. He picked it up and stood spread-legged in the middle of the arena
waiting his adversary.
Marcello came running toward him at full gait, the lance held high and his
shield protectively covering his naked belly and genitals. In a moment they
were at it, each seeking the slightest chink in the other’s defense. Lance
rapped against lance as each sought an opening exposing a vital part of the
other’s body. Claudius jabbed a hard thrust at Marcello’s gut, but he handily
warded it off to one side and it merely glanced past his protective shield.
Now it was his turn, and he thrust it as hard as he could directly at
Claudius’ massive heaving breast, trying to pierce his pounding heart. But
Claudius, too, managed to side step the lethal weapon and now they faced one
another off once again. A quick thrust by Marcello nearly brought disaster to
Claudius! He gasped as he felt a sharp burning pain in his left muscular thigh
as the sharp lance tip pierced and tore a ragged gash in the bronzed
glistening flesh.
But it cost Marcello, too. His aggressive thrust put him momentarily in a
vulnerable position which Claudius was quick to take advantage of. A glancing
swipe tore open Marcello’s left leg from the groin to thigh. Marcello cursed,
but was thankful that it had spared his bulging young nuts by inches. Now they
fell upon each other with wild fury. Another glancing thrust produced a
superficial gash along Marcello’s trim, heaving belly just below the navel.
However, he returned the parry with a vicious jab that very nearly emasculated
Claudius! As it was, it tore open the bottom of his left sac, exposing the tip
of his raw testicle. He looked down at the blood running down from his groin
in horror as he saw the damage done to his most precious possession. In some
crazy way it stirred up his whole sexuality and he found himself actually
getting an erection! The engorged tip of his cock was protruding slightly from
its protective skin covering. DAMN! He certainly wanted no attention drawn to
his naked genitals!
He saw Marcello’s eyes sparkle with eager anticipation as they were drawn to
his burgeoning sex.. He lunged, lance held at mid-body level. Claudius parried
and thrust his lance, but he was off balance and it embedded itself in the
hard ground and snapped in two. Claudius cried in anguish and fear as Marcello
pressed forward. He tripped and fell backward and lay there, belly up, with
his legs pinned under him, spread wide apart exposing his hardening cock and
ripe balls and thrust-up belly. With a blood-curdling yell, Marcello stepped
up with his lance held aloft, seeking to thrust it deep into his waiting
crotch. With almost super-human desperation, Claudius waited until Marcello
was over his prone body. The he grasped the ragged end of his broken lance and
thrust it up into Marcello’s tender groin, lifting him completely off the
ground, his nuts flopping and his cock sticking straight out. Marcello’s war-
cry turned into an agonizing scream as the jagged wood entered his ass-hole
and plunged deep into his bowels, ripping the tender lining as it forced its
way nearly up to his belly. Marcello was already mortally wounded as he lay
there, spread-eagled on the blood-soaked ground.
Claudius stood over him in triumph and looked toward the Emperor’s pavilion
for his pleasure. Nero smiled and turned his thumb downward Marcello’s fate
was sealed. Claudius had earned the prize. With a deep, evil laugh, he reached
down toward the stricken youth’s big hairless nuts which now hung down deeply
between his spread legs. Marcello’s eyes bugged out as he saw him grasp his
naked cajones in his huge meaty right hand. He knew what was in store for him!
There would be no mercy. In a moment his precious young manhood was going to
be taken from him forever. His eyes tracked every movement as they focused on
his already bulging testicles in their pulsing, shiny bag.
The veins stood out like small cords on the skin surface of his ball sac and
shaft. In hideous fascination, he watched the fingers tighten on his nut-sac
and begin to twist and pull the fragile organs upward. A piercing scream left
his gaping open mouth as he felt them stretched to their very limits—and then
begin to tear. Claudius was almost ecstatic as he felt the warm genitals
straining from the security of their groin. A second twist and Marcello’s eyes
grew frantic. A final twist, and he felt the inner cords and delicate sperm
tubes rupture and then the smooth hairless skin began to tear as the entire
sac of nuts was slowly but inexorably ripped from his crotch. He braced his
right foot on Marcello’s thigh and pulled with all of his might. Marcello’s
crotch erupted with blood and spattered sperm as the bag tore free and he held
the liberated balls in his fist! For the final humiliation, he stuffed the
still warm nuts into Marcello’s screaming mouth, the tissue strangling him
with his own manhood. Then he raised his broken lance and with one last mighty
thrust, sent it deep into young Marcello’s navel. It pierced his heaving
belly, skewering him to the ground.
Claudius had won his three matches. He stroked his rock-hard prick and fondled
his wounded balls. They would heal! He was now free from further contest that
afternoon. Perhaps forever if he found favor with the lustful Nero who had
watched the spectacle with obvious fascination. But then, Nero had a way of
exacting his own special satisfaction from his gladiators when he was finished
with them!
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Forever | PENECTOMY, TESTICLES, NULLIFICATION | A young man goes through a couple of initian rites! | The wars had been over for quite a number of years. Men, in their
wisdom, had stored enough sperm to last for generations. Then they
met WOMYN. Prudence led to destruction...ultimately the penis won
the war for womyn.
RAPE is a cry that must be abolished.
Sevaral solutions had been considered;
Piercing the penis and chaining it to a navel piercing was a popular
solutio...it did NOT work. That digusting protrusion still existed
.
There was a plan though.
After much debate it was decided that all males would be confirmed as
"Beneath Humane". Then, their fully exposed testicles would be
available for anyone to kick,spit jackboot or anything else at.
After that, assuming the worms survived the screams, The first
mystery,
A Marine basic shower from head to neck. Basic traning has a
punishment. That Womyn with hia razor blade around the family...HEY!
That's clooooooooooooooose. The Private was so proud...My first
nutting. She played "The Nutcracker" afterwards.
Part II follows...
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Purses Made of Bale Sacks -- True Story From Local Paper in Southern California | Other: Everyone | Unique purses made from real ball sacs! | Date Thursday, Dec 24, 1998
From the Weird News Section of a paper hear in Southern California!
WIRE SERVICE REPORT
Woman makes unique purses
GLENPOOL, Okia. —Heather Joy thinks she’s found a way to a cowgirl’s
heart. She makes hand-crafted bags from bufl scrotums.
The cost of each of her True Cowgirl’s Purses de-pends
on whether the bag is personalized, hand-dyed or is adorned
with silver or brass. The bags start at $110.
The raw material is hard to come by, she said, be-cause there aren’t
that many processing plants in the area that handle bull scrotums.
“I have to wait three months to get a dozen,” Joy said Tuesday.
Anyone knowing how to contact this lady please contact me cause i
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Stealing the Crown Jewel | STRAIGHT, PENECTOMY | ` It was such a long time ago. I stole only from the males. I was rich and
beautiful. But unhappy. I was not yet thirty but seemed to have peaked in
life. What else was there to do, to prove? I had enough money to remain rich
for life. So what? I was bored. `
I was also bitchy. My lover Camile finally had enough. "Why don't you go steal
the Crown Jewel of the Maledom Kingdom? That would be big enough even for
you!"
Now that's a challenge. Nobody knew what it was. Everything really was a
talltale. One thing for sure. It was NOT the stuff those kings wore during
coronation or state banquets. They were "Royal Jewels" and called by that name
in all Maledom publications. In fact, most people thought it was an invention
of Amazon imagination. Where to start?
The king, of course. Camile and I rented a small house in a fashionable
neighborhood close to the Maledom Palace. We told people we were Amazon
artists coming to study their arts. At night, I got into the palace and
stalked the king.
Fortunately, he slept in the same room every night. They were partying. The
king returned to his bedchamber with four women. They began to make love....
I soon found something that interested me a lot more than the jewels. The king
had an unbelievable appetite for sex. Every night he fucked at least three
women. They all moaned and groan so loudly that I could hear them outside. And
they did not fake it. The day after, they all walked with a limp.
Camile did not believe me. Nobody ever heard of a cock like that. I simply had
to go in and see it for myself.
In the bedchamber there was an odd corner covered by a heavy tapestry. It was
built to make the place look good on the outside and no one had any use for
the space. It was perfect for me.
I got in with lots of time to spare. They were partying somewhere in the
garden. Only a sleepy eunuch was there to keep the fire going.......
The King returned with four women. He stripped the blonde. The redhead took
off his gown. Then he took off a small thing hanging from the belt and put it
under his balls. It was a jewelry piece shaped like a spider. The body of the
spider was a huge ruby; the legs were gold. He chanted something and the
spider legs closed together, trapping his balls. The ruby began to glow. So
did his cock....... He did not take it off until the next morning, after his
bath. And the thing went straight back to the belt.
I simply had to steal this thing. If nothing else, to prevent more women from
being ravaged. Camile and I talked about it for hours. It was obviously
magical. But we knew no magic. I could not wait for the long trip back home to
ask the priestesses, if they did not call me crazy first. And did they know
this magic at all? I had to steal it. I was too keyed up.
"I have to cut it off. There is no other way."
Camile did not like it a bit. I was used to stealing things and was gone for
hours before anyone knew something was missing. This time, I would be there
when hell broke loose. But what other choice was there?
I checked out the palace for escape routes and hiding places. It took a month.
It was hard to control the urge to go back to the bedchamber for a second
look. Camile helped a lot with the planning.
The king returned with three beauties. He stripped the blonde.....Finally they
were all exhausted and fell asleep.
I waited another hour before coming out of the corner. First I put sleeping
potion beneath their noses, with an extra generous dose for the king. Then I
tied their wrists and ankles to the bed posts with strong silk ropes. As soon
as they moved, they would pull the knots tight. Then I loop more ropes around
them. They woudl become one big mess. That gave me a few extra minutes.
I was ready. But I hesitated. The ruby was still glowing. The cock was huge,
far bigger than the couple of slave I enjoyed in the pleasure houses. I
reached out to hold it. It was still hot and hard, pulsing in my hand. I was
facinated.
One quick stroke and the cock-ball came off. I put a metal clamp on the base
of the cock to keep the blood in and keep it big. The spider legs opened and I
almost dropped it. They went into the soft leather pouch on my belt and I was
out of there in seconds.
Three minutes later, the alarm drums were sounded. Doom, doom, doom.... I
forced myself to slow down ....
It took me three hours to get home. One look on my face told Camile
everything. The sight of that cock got her so excited that she dragged me to
bed at once. It took two hours of continuous orgasm to calm her down.
It was a wonderful month. We had to stay before the hunt for the jewel thief
cooled down enough for us to go home. Camile preserved the cock. It would be
my only tropy from this last and biggest steal. I was going to donate the
Crown Jewel to the temple. Later, we made a lot of sausages for the long
journey back to Amazonia. We put the cock into one. I wore the Crown Jewel
between my breasts. I doubt if any soldier guarding the city gate knew what it
was.
And that jewel is still in the temple.
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Throwin' You A Party | GAY, TESTICLES, old joke | I modified an old farm joke for the EA. I hope the open ended humor is acceptable and enjoyable. Again, this is not to be shared with minors. | A farmer hires Little Johnny one summer to help around the farm. They bale the
hay, culivate the corn and 'nut' the bull calves.
At the end of the summer the farmer says, "Little Johnny,since you have done
such a fine job here this summer,I am going to throw a party for you."
Little Johnny says, "Right on, thanks a lot man!"
So the farmer says, "Well you better be able to handle a few beers because
there will be lotsa drinkin'going on."
Little Johnny says, "Hey,I can drink just as much as anyone else so I should
do just fine."
And the farmer adds, "There is also going to be a lot of fightin' so I hope
you are ready."
Little Johnny responds, "I have been working hard all summer and I think I am
in pretty good shape."
"One more thing," says the farmer. "Did I mention that there will be lotsa
sex?"
"Far out!" says Little Johnny. "I have been out here all summer and I have
been dying for some action. What should I wear to this party?"
The farmer says, "I don't care...it's just going to be the two of us and the
burdizzo!"
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Mother and Daughter - Part Five. | STRAIGHT, TESTICLES | The final chapter. | ` When Marco awoke, he found himself in Marie's room, naked, his wrists and
ankles bound by rope to the bedposts. `
Before him stood Celeste and her daughter, who was crying as her mother held
her close to her.
Surrounding the bed were the servants girls of the house, all young adults in
age, all of them waiting for Marco's punishment with excitement.
"I hope you enjoyed your many sexual conquests," said Celeste. "for my
daughter's was your last."
"...what happened to me? what is going on?" Marco asked.
"You passed out, Marco," replied Celeste. "I laced your drink with a powerful
sleeping medication."
"...Why? Why are you doing this to me?" he said.
"Don't pretend as if you aren't aware of what you did to my daughter last
night. I know how you treated her." replied Celeste.
"Mother, stop it!" yelled Marie. "Let Marco go, please!"
"No!" replied Celeste. "I will do nothing of the sort! He must be punished for
how he treated you! He must!"
Upon saying this, the servant girl, Juliette, removed a rather large and
extremely sharp knife taken from the kitchen.
Marco was unable to hide his fear at this point. Nor could Marie hide her's.
"What is she going to do mother?" Marie asked frantically. "What is Juliette
going to do to him?!"
"Not her, my lovely daughter..." replied Celeste. "You."
"What do you mean, mother?!" she asked. "What am I going to do?!"
"For Marco's punishment for sleeping with you, I've decided to have him
castrated," replied Celeste, "and for your punishement for allowing him,
you're going to do it."
"What?!, No, mother!" Marie screamed through her tears. "I won't! I won't! You
can't make me!"
"If you don't castrate him, Marie...I will cut his throat." Celeste said. "You
you rather him live, or die? Either way, he'll be of no use to you."
"No, mother...I can't do it."
"Take the knife, Marie," said Celeste. "Take it, or he dies here and now."
Juliette handed Marie the knife which she reluctantly took in her quivering
hand, and turned to Marco who was filled with fear.
"Do it, Marie." said Juliette.
"No, Marie..." pleaded Marco. "Please don't..."
"I'm sorry..." said Marie as she approached Marco.
"I'll always remember you."
Marie took Marco's scrotum in her hand, the tenderness of her touch was
soothing.
As she cried, Marie placed the cold steel of the knife to the skin of his sac
and began to cut - the blade slicing through the flesh with ease, his blood
from the severed flesh began to stain the bedsheets - and then it was
finished.
Marco had been castrated, and it was Marie who now held his testicles in her
hand.
"Let this be a lesson to you," said Celeste. "let this be a lesson to the both
of you."
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IT WAS ON A FRIDAY NIGHT WE HAD JUST DONE THE OUTSIDE CHORES
INCLUDING A FEW CASTRATIONS OF SOME MALE GOAT BABIES BY ELASTATOR
BANDS AFTER A SHOWER AND SOME T.V. WE TURNED INTO BED... AFTER A
WHILE OF TALKING ABOUT OUR DAYS MY WIFE LOOKED AT ME AND SAID,
HONEY I WONDER WHAT A MANS TESTICLES LOOK LIKE INSIDE? I SAID I
GUESS LIKE AN ANIMALS IN SOME WAY. BUT HONEY I NEVER SEE WHAT THEY
LOOK LIKE WE ALWAYS USE ELASTATOR BANDS... SO AFTER A WHILE I SAID
DO YOU WANT TO CASTRATE ME?? SHE THOUGHT FOR A MINUTE THEN SAID
WILL IT HURT YOU BAD?? I SAID I DON'T KNOW... BUT WE COULD PUT ON
THE ELASTATOR BAND TILL THE TESTICLES DIE THEN CUT THEM OFF...
COULD I CUT THEM OPEN AND EXAMINE THEM, SHE ASKED I GUESS SO I
SAID... SHE WENT AND GOT THE ELASTATOR BAND PLYERS AND PUT A GREEN
BAND ON THE FOUR POLES AND SQUEEZED THE GRIP AND WORKED MY BALLS
INTO THE LOOP THEN LET THE PRESSURE OFF SLOWLY. AS THE BAND
TIGHTENED AROUND MY SACK, IT HURT A LITTLE THEN ALOT AFTER 30
MINUTES MY BALLS WERE HURTING REAL BAD THEN IN ABOUT AN HOUR I
COULD FEEL MY BALLS GETTING REAL NUMB AND WERE A TERRIBLE SHADE OF
PURPLE ALMOST BLACK.. THEN IN ANOTHER HOUR THERE WAS NOTHING SHE
HIT MY BALLS AND I FELT NOTHING... SHE WENT AND GOT A SHARP KNIFE
AND SOAKED THEM IN ALCOHOL AND WASHED MY DEAD BALLS WITH IT ALSO
THEN SHE CUT THROUGH THE SACK BELOW THE BAND HOLDING MY SACKED
BALLS SHE SAID SO THESE ARE WHAT MADE OUR CHILDREN!! AFTER ALL I
WAS NOW 57 AND SEX WAS NO BIG DEAL TO EITHER OF US SO NO BIG DEAL..
SHE THEN EMPTYED THE SACK ON A BOARD I TOLD HER TO SKIN THE OUTSIDE
SKIN OFF FIRST SHE DID... AND THERE THEY LAY TESTICLE & EPIDIDIMIS
ALL TO LOOK AT... SHE THEN TOOK ONE BALL AND CUT IT OPEN AND THE
FLUID RAN OUT WITH TINY TUBES ALL LOOPED UP IN IT.. SHE LOOKED AT
ME WITH A BIG SMILE AND SAID LOOK HONEY YOUR SPERM IS RUNNING OUT
OF THIS BALL... SHE WAS SO TURNED ON AND TO MY SURPRISE I GOT A
HARD ON. SHE SUCKED ME HARD SAYING WHAT EVER SPERM IS LEFT IN YOUR
PROSTATE IS MINE... I LICKED HER PUSSY WHILE SHE SUCKED MY DICK I
COULD FEEL MY CUM STATING TO ERUPT AS SHE MOANED IN A FANTASTIC
ORGASM.. LIKE I HAVE NEVER SEEN HE DO. AS SHE LICKED UP THE LAST
DROP OF MY SPERM SHE SMILES AND SAID HONEY I HAVE NEVER HAD SUCH AN
ORGASM... SHE WENT OUT AND CAME BACK WITH A JAR OF ALCOHOL AND PUT
MY REMAINING BALL IN IT AND SAID I WILL ALWAYS REMEMBER THE
WONDERFUL SACRIFICE YOU MADE TO ME...AND NOW LOOKING BACK I NEVER
MISSED HAVING BALLS AS I TAKE A LOW DOSE OF TESTOSTERONE WHEN WE
WANT SEX... SHE ALWAYS LOOKS AT MY REMAINING TESTICLE IN THE JAR ON
THE SHELF AS WE FUCK EACH OTHER...
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Temptation Island | BI, TESTICLES | girls' reunion and sexual adventure on far away island | The seaplane came to a stop on the pier. We were met by the hostess. “Welcome
to Temptation Island. I am Erica and will be your hostess.” The island was
beautiful. I was glad that Brandie suggested coming here for our reunion. We
had not been together as a group for five years, since we graduated from
college. We used to be together all the time. I was glad that the feeling was
still there.
The first night Erica took us to a club. It was wonderful. There were lots of
hot guys. Then came the strip shows, both guys and girls. We were so hot we
ended up in bed together, the six of us. I was glad that the feeling was still
there.
Erica said that she wanted to go back to that club. Every other day was lady-
only night. After seeing the guys available on this island, we were all ready.
As soon as we walked in, we felt the mood was different. There were some
really good looking guys slowly stripping on stage. And we enjoyed the show.
Fifteen minutes later, the DJ announced the first special of the night. And
all these women took out loops of thin silk ropes. Erica came prepared. She
gave us the loops and explained the rules. The first one to catch a cock or
balls got to take the stripper to the room in the back for half an hour.
Everyone moved as close to the stage as she could. A gorgeous stripper came on
stage. It took him two songs to get down to the g-string. At the beginning of
the third song, the g-string came off and the loops of silk ropes flew towards
the swaying cock. In two minutes, it was caught. That lucky blonde reeled him
in, let him out, reeled him in again…. Finally, at the end of the song, she
dragged him off to the little room in the back. She had 30 minutes. Susan just
could not control herself. She kept screaming: “I need to catch one.”
We were so clumsy with the ropes. We had no chance. But an hour and two
specials later, Erica caught a cock. She told us to come along. Thirty minutes
was not much. But we all needed a cock so badly. Shannon said: “He won’t last
thirty minutes.” Erica told her: “Don’t worry. He will. I come prepared.” As
soon as we were in the little room with the huge bed, Erica took out a metal
cock ring and put it on the cock. We took turn riding it, and loving each
other. Holly was the last one to fuck and she took off the cock ring, letting
it shoot loads of creamy hot cum into her. We had no more success that night
and returned home to an orgy ourselves.
The place became an obsession. Everyday we practiced with the silk ropes and
made love. Every other night we went there to catch a cock. On other nights,
we picked up guys in the club and brought them back to the house for marathon
fucking sessions. They were all handsome guys, but the strippers’ cocks were
so much bigger. We were getting better. We were regularly catching cocks in
lady‘s night.
We were in the club again. The first special came on and everyone threw her
loop. Alicia caught the cock and a second later, another blonde caught the
balls. They had a tug of war. The guy was down on the floor, twisting in pain
between them. The club was in an uproar. Everyone was either cheering for
Alicia or that blonde. Half way through the song, the blonde jerked the balls
off. The ball sac flew back and hit her face. The cheering was thunderous.
We were all in a lousy mood when we went to the hospital. Surprisingly the
guy, JohnJohn, was OK. He said that he wanted to get rid of his balls for a
while but could not get up the courage to have it done. Now, he could use
testosterone patches and last much longer. Most importantly, the women did not
have to worry about get pregnant by accident. Two days later he was discharged
from the hospital and we invited him to stay with us. We totally lost the mood
to return to that club. The love making was a lot more leisurely. JohnJohn was
very popular among the strippers and many of them visited, and stayed for some
love making. He was right. He could get it up as hard as it could be with the
patches, and lasted a lot longer without balls.
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Just Four Slices and a Laugh | TESTICLES | [This is adult fiction, and it only happened in my mind. It is not for minors, and it should not be posted at sites they frequent. It is a very short little story; a quick read if you will, and not much more. No plot. No theme. But still, fitting, a gift perhaps, for the reader who needs the quick \'hit\'. As always, feedback is appreciated by the author. If you read it and enjoy it, please take the time and effort to let me know. If you hate it, I\'d like to know that too. Thanks. Please don\'t post this elsewhere or distribute it without the author\'s permisson. [email protected]] | ` Just Four Slices and a Laugh `
I stared, and my heart raced. The young man was around twenty, and they had
him tied well. His legs were pegged out wide, and he was bent over the chair,
and they were holding him, for me, and for my knife. His hands were bound
together, up, high, behind his back and with a loop of rope over his neck, to
keep them up and out of my way. Of course, he was struggling, the way they
always do. I gripped his fat sac anyway, and felt the firmness of his balls,
the hairs on his sac sprouting over it like a miniature forest.
His cock was fat, and jutting down, beneath his legs. He looked back, and
watched me, and then he grunted as I raised my knife and pushed it up against
his balls. He had light brown hair, and deep brown eyes, and I noticed he had
a good growth of hair on his legs. His hole puckered, and his ass tightened.
His nipples were pierced, and he wore the single earring that is so popular
these days. He was a stud, and yet he knew what was coming and he knew it
would happen. I stared at his mustache that he was trying to grow, and then I
looked at his balls and contemplated the connection. I had the thought he
didn't look good with a mustache.
He screamed then, into his gag, and his eyes bugged out as I began the cut. Of
course, they held him fast, and I watched his ass rise up and down then and he
jerked against the ropes and fought like an animal. Yes, he struggled and
jerked and writhed and squirmed as I took his sex. Still, he was easy to nut;
I just took my knife and sawed it, back and forth, back and forth and into his
sac a quarter of an inch at a time.
Like most boys who have balls with hair, he ejaculated then, the way they
usually do, and even so, his eyes went even wider and he grunted from the pain
and the misery that my knife was giving to him. I don’t know...it only lasted
a short time, although for him perhaps it felt like an eternity. Still, before
he had finished squirting out his wad in lines of cream on the floor, I had
stolen his balls; castrated him like a piece of livestock. Four good strokes
with the knife; that's all, just four and then it was done. I took his sac and
his balls with just four slices and a laugh.
[Authors note: © Copyright March, 2003. All rights reserved. Not to be copied
without the consent of the author.]
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Freed from a small-dicked husband | STRAIGHT | A true story about my husband and his castration | ` I married my husband when I was 18. I had a few lovers but not many before
getting married. I never really experienced life though. `
My husband, who is 10 years older then me, put me thru school as a veterinary
assistant and did his best to satisfy me in bed. Without much success.
After graduating I went to work for a very sweet and gorgeous vet who from day
one was VERY friendly with me.
I worked there for almost 3 months before I ended up succumbing to the
temptation and sleeping with Dr. Mike. WOW! I never realized what sex could
be. He was hung, almost 9 inches and had balls twice the size of my husbands.
From then on I couldn't get enough. I slept with Dr. Mike for almost 8 month's
before my husband found out. Rather then being angry, he was almost relived.
He knew he was under endowed and told me how much he would love to watch. From
then on, i let him watch me and a parade of studs.
As time went by he started becoming almost jealous and began interfering with
my activities. He wasn't jealous of the sex just the time spent with other
men.
I love my husband very much but knew I would never be happy giving up my
lifestyle.
I began suggesting castration to him as an alternative and in no time we did
the deed.
Now my eunuch husband and I are very happy and I have castrated 7 other men
for a variety of reasons, all at their implicit request of course.
I would definetly reccomend it as an option for those in the right situations.
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Gnorrid the Warrioress - Background Fantasy - Long - 4 of 4 | STRAIGHT, PENECTOMY, TESTICLES, NULLIFICATION, MINOR | Continued from Part 3Conclusion | ` Gnorrid the Warrioress - Background Fantasy - Long - 4 of 4 `
The Broken World
For over two centuries after the defeat of the desert invaders the Regency
enjoyed a period of relative peace and prosperity. There were few conflicts
with tribes of primitives on the borders except for the usual slave raids.
Although there were many intrigues and conspiracies against the Emperor (as
the Supreme Regent was now called), Such conflicts were generally beyond the
notice of the general populace. Order and stability seemed to flow downward
from the high throne of the Regency.
Supported by the Emperor, the priests of Dhradumus continued to eliminate all
vestiges of Goddess worship from the Regency. They replaced the razed temple
complexes of the Sisterhood with great temples, monasteries, and compounds of
their own. Everywhere there were elaborate works of architecture dedicated to
Dhradumus. The Hierophant of Dhradumus (the highest priest and head of their
order) had an elite guard, chosen from the best imperial troops to enforce his
edicts and Dhradumian law. The Empire and the Priesthood of Dhradumus were
entwined and operated as one.
The internal struggle for power and ascension to the imperial throne continued
to escalate, however. There were assassinations and attempted assassinations,
and during some periods the high office of Emperor would change hands often.
It started being said that the most dangerous job in the Regency was that of
sitting on the high throne. Nonetheless, men continued to vie for ascendancy
to that high office.
Finally, open conflict broke out among factions and various cities began
fortifying themselves against their rivals. Accustomed to prosperity fueled by
unrestricted flow of goods and commerce across the Empire, few provinces were
self sufficient. The internal wars between rival factions and provinces (who
took to calling themselves kingdoms once more) disrupted the communication and
transportation network of the Regency. The prosperity and affluence collapsed
almost overnight.
At first there were riots and conflagrations, then there was mass starvation
and plagues. It is said that during these dark years of the collapse over half
the population of the Regency perished. Leaders of various provinces
reorganized themselves once again into small kingdoms and warfare was almost
continuous. Amidst it all, however, the order of the priests of Dhradumus
remained intact. Furthermore, they enjoyed immunity from military action, just
as had the Sisterhood in the past age. Pillaging soldiers would not lay a hand
upon a priest or a temple of Dhradumus.
The Hierophant was chosen by a council of elders and he enjoyed considerably
more stability than did the former Emperor of the Regency. By maintaining the
appearance of neutrality in secular affairs, the Hierophant remained generally
aloof from conflicts. However, the elite Dhradumian Guard was still very much
intact. While not the largest force in the former Regency, it was certainly
the most well-trained and effective - and the most feared. The Dhradumian
Order was more concerned with maintaining universal adherence to Dhradumian
codes of dress and behavior than to capricious conflicts of ambitious nobles.
Although several larger consolidated kingdoms remained within the old Regency,
kingdoms were constantly breaking up into small autonomous units. Vanquished
armies driven from their traditional lands by more powerful foes roamed among
the weaker kingdoms pillaging and raping. Alliances were made and broken
whimsically and the fortunes of war were constantly shifting. The land was
awash in uncertainty, instability turmoil.
Many defeated nobles took their armies beyond the traditional boundaries of
the old empire and attempted to reestablish their small kingdoms. These lands
were less productive, but the inhabitants were generally poorly organized and
easily defeated by the better-equipped and better-trained armies of the
nobles. (They tended to leave the desert tribes alone, however.) After
conquering a new territory the nobles attempted to impose their culture,
superficially, upon the conquered primitives so as to create a peasant class
and workforce. This they accomplished with varying degrees of success.
No matter how far the nobles and their armies went into the hitherto unknown
lands they were always accompanied by priests of Dhradumus. The priests, aided
by the soldiers, imposed the worship of Dhradumus upon the primitives. Any
native who adamantly resisted conversion was summarily executed by the
soldiers. In this way Dhradumian civilization spread throughout an area that
was almost twice the size of the previously known world. Scowling statues of
Dhradumus, still clothed in the garb of a desert patriarch, now looked upon
dark forests, distant seas, high mountains, and shimmering glaciers.
Much to the chagrin of visiting high priests, however, many local customs of
the primitives found their way into Dhradumian worship. Native traditions
colored the music and the dress of almost all the Dhradumian holy days. The
tone was almost always lighter and more festive, and often the very meaning of
the holy day was so distorted as to be unrecognizable as Dhradumian. The local
nobles, who were certainly traditional Dhradumians, did after all depend on
the labor of their converted peasants for their own prosperity. They didn’t
seem overly concerned. As long as the local economy worked smoothly, the
nobles were inclined to permit the natives some degree of latitude.
The small new kingdoms were also too far from the center of the old Regency
and the Hierophant and his council. A military campaign to enforce the minute
particulars of Dhradumian code in these distant lands would have been
prohibitively expensive. As long as the natives paid homage to Dhradumus,
tribute flowed in, and a reasonable effort was being made to expunge their
culture of pre-Dhradumian practices the Patriarch and the High Council left
well-enough alone. The exception was several unfruitful expeditions made in
response to rumors that enclaves of goddess worshipers existed in the
hinterlands. To indulge a few lingering superstitions of the primitives was
one thing, but vestiges of the old Sisterhood could not be tolerated. The
expeditions found nothing.
There was no longer a clear line of demarcation between a known world of
civilized kingdoms and the land of the primitives. At the edge of the old
Regency, tiny kingdoms were scattered haphazardly into the previously unknown
wilderness. Castles were generally crude and the architecture far less
sophisticated than in the old central kingdoms. Many towns in the new kingdoms
looked like a blend of primitive and civilized construction. Nevertheless,
with almost constant warfare occurring in the central kingdoms, life in the
unsophisticated wilderness kingdoms was often much more serene and
predictable.
Despite the encroachment of the tiny kingdoms into the wilderness and the near
doubling of the size of the known world, the unknown still lay beyond. There
was always the unknown. In any direction, beyond the farthest kingdom; beyond
the farthest village any traveler or adventurer had ever spoken of, there was
the unknown. The all-pervading unknown still loomed in the psyche of men and
women. It fueled their fears; their fantasies; their hopes; their dreams and
nightmares; and their sense of wonder. This was the state of the world for
many centuries after the fall of the Regency.
It is on the fringes of this world that we find the lost remnants of the old
Sisterhood. It is here that we find the warrioress clans with their loyal
eunuch pages.
The Conclusion
Farrell Squire
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A Growing Need - Part 1 | STRAIGHT, TESTICLES, MINOR | Two women discover something about themselves after watching a bull being castrated. | ` The year was 1890. She was forty five now. Georgina had lived here on her
extensive estate for thirty years. She had stayed on here after her husband,a
senior British Diplomat had died. There was no place on earth like Bagdad, no
place like this country. She could have gone back to England but she could not
even contemplate that. She loved this country, it`s beauty, and above all,
it`s primitive barbarity. Her husband had been well respected here, and was
know by all the region`s Princes and Rulers. She was safe here. Her husband
may have been popular with the natives here but she had grown to hate him,and
shed little tears at his death. England would have been no place for a woman
like Georgina. Exposed to the practices and customs of this place, she had
long ago left the genteel ways of a typical English women far behind her. The
things that Georgina craved were not available in England. Her husband had
never been interested in her sexually, not for years. She had made up for
that. She had become insatiable as far as boys were concerned. Young boys. At
least thirty of them worked on her estate. Not one of those boys was more than
sixteen years of age. She was wealthy, and boys were easily obtained. For a
pittance, pretty and well hung young boys would spread themselves and let her
do as she wished to them. `
She was not always alone here. She had, over the years developed a huge circle
of friends, in Bagdad, but also all around Europe. Her husbands position had
required her to entertain many visitors from many lands. Women , in
particular, had always liked her and she had many female friends. Women for
some reason had a strange liking for this place. Bored European Diplomatic
wives, looking for something different, something more exciting,. Something
more primitive. Many of these women visited her on a regular basis. One of
those was a German lady named Helga. Georgina had known her for years,, ever
since Helga`s Husband husband was stationed in . They had returned home many
years ago but Helga often returned for long periods. Georgina had soon
discovered that Helga had the same craving for young flesh as she had herself.
Together they satisfied that craving. Helga, who was around the same age as
herself, could often be found with four or five, very naked, and very young
boys in her bed. Both of them had developed a taste for more unusual
activities. They often paid native villagers to let them watch male
circumcisions. Both of them found this very erotic. When they mentioned this
to some of their female friends, they were surprised at the level of interest
shown. Soon, a number of them were brought along to see for themselves.
Gradually a circle of women with a liking for this sort of thing began to
form.
One evening, on the way back from a village where they had just seen ten young
boys losing their foreskins, they passed a group of natives ,and there was
much shouting. " What is going on?" Georgina asked their porter. He dismounted
from his camel and disappeared into the crowd. He returned a few moments
later.
" What is going on, what are those women doing?, asked Georgina.
" They are performing the cuttings Lady" he said.
" What do you mean, cuttings, what kind of cuttings?.
" The cutting of the males Lady, the male camels and the bulls. The women cut
them this time each year".
Helga had a strange look in her eye.
" Lets have a look" she said excitedly.
They worked their way through the crowd to a clearing. A large bull was lying
on the ground, its legs tied together. He was roaring. A young native woman
was kneeling behind him. Georgina stared. She was cutting the testicles out of
him. The girl took no notice of his roaring and trashing as she cut them out
of him. Georgina could not take her eyes from the knife as it did its bloody
work. Both of them stood staring as twelve other bulls lost their testicles. A
strange excitment took hold of her. Surprised, she realised she was getting
wet between her legs.
On the rest of the way home none of them said very much. Later in the evening
Helga approached her.
" I am going to tell you something that might shock you" she said quietly.
" What?," said Georgina.
" Well, when we were watching those women this afternoon, I never felt so
sexually excited in all my life. It really did something to me Georgina when I
saw what they were doing to those bulls".
" They were castrating them Helga, they were cutting the maleness out of those
big scrotums. Don`t worry, I felt exactly the same. It is not so strange to be
excited by it, I have read of women who have a great liking for castration. I
think we must see this again?.
That night many of the young boys were wondering why so much attention was
being paid to their scrotums.
To be continued.
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She just took it all | NULLIFICATION | She took it all from a virgin male. | i was 33 when it happened. Although i was very tall very attractive
and in good shape i never 'went all the way' with a woman. i was
always submissive to women and i guess i was waiting for the right
woman to just take me. i answered a personal ad in the Village
Voice. All the ad said was.." I will take it all from you - virgins
only reply - 27 to 40 years old" i recieved a phone call three days
after i replied. All She said was, "Come to the following address
and give it all to me..." She then gave me an address in Brooklyn.
i was excited. i thought this was it!! i was to give it all to
Her!! Yes!! i went to the address and rang the doorbell. There was
a chubby short man at the door. he meekly told me to follow him. i
did. he instructed me to take my clothes off and get into the chair
in the room. i did. he strapped me in then gagged me. i was very
excited. She then came into the room. She was covered in a big
flowing wrap of black cloth. i couldn't see Her body nor Her face.
She leaned over to me and finally saw Her glowing eyes. "you will
now give it all to me...." She took out a scaple and cut off my
cock and then my balls. After She sewed me up She kissed me then
said, "you forever be mine as a virgin. Now go." She sent me away
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One day Master had a special visitor. He was quite young, blond,
handsome and intact. Before he entered our room, we heard Master’s
voice:
- So, you are Three. Meet One and Two.
Then he did the most amazing thing. He started to remove the leather
hood that in over a year never had left his head in my presence. I
recognized him before he had totally removed it.
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The hospital | STRAIGHT, NULLIFICATION, MINOR | I ran 'The hospital'. This was a time, where money was tight and people would
do anything for a bit of cash. Anything. So I saw an open window. I got a
grant from the government and to stop overpopulation I could give people money
for their son’s penis.
The family would be paid $50 for each inch I took. At first business was slow.
Until the new law made it so as soon as boys reached 16 they had to be
evaluated for the operation. If they failed they were castrated and had a
penectomy. Soon I was ripe with clients.
One patient I would never forget was a boy called Adam Turner. He was twelve
and his parents needed the money. I was told to take his entire penis and both
his balls, as the balls were worth $20 each. I agreed. He had blond gelled
hair, so it spiked up at the front and was a little freckly. He was a little
short for his age but had a massive cock. It was four inches but had tiny
balls to go with it.
His parents sat in the waiting room while I ran the tests to see if I could
carry out the procedure. The first was the erection test. I undid my top and
let my bra slide down a little. He had a hardon and started ejaculating. I
smiled. He had ad an erection but I wasn’t too sure about the cum. Then was
the sex test. I had to have oral and vaginal sex with Adam, though he was
twelve. He was a little reluctant but then saw his chance for the only sex he
would ever have and took it.
The vaginal was OK. He was a little afraid to hump so I had to guide him
slightly. He seemed very worried all the way through, but by the end he had
started to enjoy himself. The oral was great. I started massaging it first,
then put my mouth over it. To test it’s pain receptors I bit down sharply. He
cried out then told me to do it again. So I did. Then he ejaculated and I spat
it out. I deemed him fit to have the surgery and he lay on the table. I gave
him a drug that would stop the pain receptors but keep him awake.
Then I got out a scalpel. He seemed a little worried but after I had made the
incision he lay still. Then with a slight sawing motion I cut it off. Then I
cut the remaining scrotum away then took the rest off with the knife. Then I
cut a small slit so he almost had a vagina and bandaged it up. I left a small
hole in the bandaging. In that hole I stuck a tube to allow him to pee. This
went straight into the hole where his penis was. He gave a little gasp of pain
when I put the tube in, as the drug had worn off by then.
He stayed in the hospital for another two days to recover and stop it getting
infected. He had to use the tube for another two months, and was all fine. His
parents got $240 for it. I still see Adam, to check that it's all Ok.
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After the Game part two | STRAIGHT, PENECTOMY, TESTICLES, NULLIFICATION, MINOR | Ben loses all | He looked around Oh my God! She was going to deballed us, all of us!
"Please let us go, we won't tell anybody please."
It's to late for that now Boy!
You and your friends will pay!!
She brought out a metal wire.
They will pay but you will pay more.
She went over to Brad Olson and wraped the wire around his sack and
pulled. Brad screemed into his gag.
His balls dropped to the floor.
She went over to the next boy and did the same
His balls dropped to the floor
She went to the next boy and the next and the next.
thud, thud, thud
She had saved young Tommy for last. He looked with horror as she
wrapped the wire around his balls too and pulled.He was barely
sixteen!
Now she turned to Ben
Now they've paid!
She wrapped the wire around his balls.
He waited.
She pulled and they fell to the floor
His balls, hise manhood, gone!!
But she was through with him yet
He had more to give!
She brought out a knife
NO!!!
Please!!!
No!!!.
Not that!!
With one stroke she cut it off!
I told you, you would pay!
She laughed and threw his penis into the fire, gone for ever!
He passed out!
Two days later he woke up in the hospital. He slowly raised the
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Thecia's coldest pair | STRAIGHT, TESTICLES | Thecia is back in the service of Dr. Pann. On a revenge mission.Not for minors,,,but zinc miners are ok. | **
Thecia’s coldest pair
I’m a 31-year-old female "cutter."
It seems that I get myself deeper and deeper in the workings of Dr. Pann’s
women’s organizations. Among the companies that Dr. Pann runs, there is one
called Women’s Health Insurance Plan (W H I P). It’s a shadow company that has
a mandate to help and protect abused women. I’ve been called upon from time to
time to permanently stop a man from sexually abusing women. As a cutter I have
that ability.
A nurse in Mercy Hospital in Oshkosh, WI contacted Dr. Pann through the
network. She had a patient on her floor with frostbite so bad that she would
lose a toe. This young woman (Janet) was an exotic dancer in a local club. She
was a single mother and had no other means of support. Her boss, a guy named
John, had been forcing sex on her for many months. She felt that she had to
accept it or her young children would go hungry.
On one Saturday night, John and a couple of his friends got drunk. The place
was closing and the three of them forced Jan to suck each of them off and fuck
each in turn. This sex incident was punctuated with slaps and other abuse. As
a final cruel act, they pushed out of the rear exit and bolted the heavy steel
door in her face. At that time Jan only had a G-string and small bar towel to
cover her in the harsh Wisconsin winter. The three men exited from the front
of the club and drove away.
The nearest shelter was across the fenced and busy highway 41. She walked over
a mile along the deserted service road before a local farmer stopped his pick
up truck and offered her a lift. At the hospital she told the police
everything. The following day, John and his now sober friends swore that she
had gotten high on crack and disappeared from the club on her own. They were
not charged.
Dr. Pann asked me if I would "fix" this John guy. After hearing the story I
was more than willing to end his sex days forever.
My friend Jill and I received first class tickets to Milwaukee in the mail the
following day. I often used Jill as "bait" in these situations. She is over
5’8" and stunning. When she walks into a room, men can’t keep their eyes off
of her and women feel inadequate. She knows the risks of what we’re doing and
also knows that Dr. Pann will pay her well.
There was a rental car waiting in Milwaukee and it was a simple, one and a
half-hour trip to the club. We were armed with photos of John and the names of
the other two men.
We reached the club at about 9PM and I waited in the car while Jill went in
and applied to be a dancer. She was hired on the spot. She gave a story very
similar to Jan’s. Two kids at home and needed the job.
That night nothing happened except for a little flirting and a vague statement
by john that there were "perks" with the job. Jill noted that the same three
men who were our targets closed the place.
The following night we were ready. The supplies that I asked for were in the
trunk of the car. Just a minute or two before last call, I walked in the club.
There was only one drunk at the bar and he was leaving. The other three guys
were there as we expected. I asked for a drink from John, who was tending bar,
and was told "we’re closed lady." Jill had put her clothes on and was sitting
at the bar; the two other men were sitting to her right. On cue, she reached
in her purse and pulled out the two leather cased stun guns and hit each man
with them. At the same instant I hit John in the chest with mine. All three
were instantly prostrate on the floor. It only took us practiced seconds to
hand cuff them, shackle their legs and shove a ball gag in each mouth. We
blindfolded them and hoped they wouldn’t recognize us if ever they saw us
again. They recovered quickly and were fighting their restraints.
I had decided not to use my normal surgical methods on these creeps. The old
monofiliment fishing line would come into use.
We tied each man to a different table, face up and in a position where his
balls would hang over the edge when exposed. With a razor knife I cut the
clothes from each, exposing their jewels. I plugged my soldering iron to heat
up. The first man, the redhead, had a normal package. Average dick and average
balls. He even had red hair on them.
I donned my velvet glove to give this guy a taste of what he would never feel
again. Jill stepped in and said, "I want to do this. I want it to be good for
him." She carefully washed his package and began to lick his balls. His cock
rose at once. She then gave him a very slow sensual blowjob, stopping when he
was close. By the third "almost" she let him cum. She took the whole load in
her mouth. When she finished, she got up and spit the whole load full in his
face. She whispered to him "I hope it was good, because it’s you last. I
wrapped a single turn of the fishing line around his sack, grabbed the wooden
handles and yanked for all I was worth. The string tore through his equipment
like a razor knife. I’m always amazed at how easy it was to deball a man. His
balls, sack and all hit the floor with only the sound of a wet dishrag. I used
the soldering iron on his ragged groin. The smell of burning flesh filled the
room. Jill scooped up his now useless balls and sack and slipped them into one
of the waiting peanut butter jars.
The second man, much bigger and darker than the first had heard everything but
still didn’t know for sure what was going on. His cock was about the same size
but he had huge balls. I was already wet from cutting the first guy (in case
you didn’t know, cutting turns me on); the sight of these massive orbs almost
made me cum right then and there.
Jill said that, even with the heat, there wasn’t nearly enough pain in the
last cutting and that I should do better this time. I rummaged in the kitchen
and found an old serrated steak knife, just the tool I wanted.
Jill repeated her procedure and sucked off the dark man. When he finally came,
she did as she had done before and spit the huge load right in the guy’s face.
I took his oversized sack in my gloved hand and pulled it as far out as I
could, I then slowly began to saw through his sack. I felt the sack part as I
came to the first cord bundle. I slowly sawed through it. The guy was writhing
in agony. I cut the second one and then the last little piece of his sack. I
held the bag in my hand and dropped it into the jar. A little burning and two
sets were done.
The third man John would be more fun. Jill used one of my velvet gloves on
him. She primed him so well that when he came he shot right up to his own face
and shoulder. Jill licked some from his chest and true to todays method, spit
it in his face. I had a special method for him. I had a technique that I
learned from a Canadian scientist named Lerue. I went to the rental car and
retrieved the small pressure can that was there along with two small stainless
steel bowl, one slightly larger than the other.. I tied off his balls with a
regular rubber band and placed them in the bowl, I put on heavy insulated
gloves. I held his nuts down in the bowl with the smaller bowl. I then opened
the pressure can and poured the Freon it contained between the bowls. I said
to him "remember Jan and the frostbite?" He tried to scream but the gag did
it’s job. After a minute or two I removed the covering bowl. His balls stayed
there with out help. Most of the Freon had evaporated and I removed the lower
bowl. I took a little tack hammer from my kit and with the slightest tap hit
his left ball. The ball and the part of his sack around it broke into little
frozen pieces. Like a smashed marble. I did the same with the other one and
the ball and the rest of his scrotum shattered.. He didn’t feel a thing, but
he would later! We scooped up the little pieces and put them in a jar. When
his ragged wound started to bleed, I used my soldering iron and, like magic,
the bleeding stopped and the smoke started.
We left them there like that. A cleaning lady would find the nutted men there
at eight the next morning. They wouldn’t sexually abuse anyone again.
We drove back to Milwaukee and had a nice early breakfast at Bubba’s Breakfast
Club. We left the car in the parking lot as we had been told. We took a bus
from there back to the airport and we were happily in Texas by noon. I UPS’d
the jars. Airline security you know, they might wonder.
For the people who e-mailed me about a previous story. A "taint" is the skin
between a persons legs. As in "Taint balls and Taint asshole." Or "Taint
asshole and Taint pussy." Guys who were in the military use the word all the
time..
Respectfully submitted,
Thecia
**
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Bubba-Gump Gonads | TESTICLES, fine dining | ***** | ` `
You've got your ...
Age-of-Innocence Cup of Balls, Allspice Balls, Almond Bavarian Cream Balls,
Ambrosia Cake Balls, American Brioche Balls, Anadama Breaded Balls, Anchovy
Buttered Balls, Angel Cake Balls, Anise Seed Balls, Apple Strudel Balls,
Apricot a la Cognac Balls, Armenian Cabbage-Leaf Stuffed Balls, Arroz con
Pollo Balls, Artichoke Hearts and Bottoms Balls, Asparagus Balls Polonaise,
Avocado Gonad Guacamole;
Bacon and Biscuit Balls, Bagna Cauda Balls, Baltimore Stuffed Balls, Banana
Bran Bread Balls, Barbecue Chinese Herbed Balls, Bay Leaf Balls, Bay Scallops
and Balls Quiche, Bean and Ball Flageolets Bretonne, Bechamel Balls, Beef
Budapest Goulash Balls, Beer-Battered Balls, Beets with Pickled Balls, Ball
Beignets, Berry Soup Balls, Billi Bi Balls, Black Velvet Balls, Blueberry
Sauced Balls, Burs sur Chocolat Balls, Bread and Butter Balls, Brine Bath
Balls, Brioche Balls Francais, Brown Sugar Balls, Brunswick Ball Stew,
Buckwheat Ball Blini, Buttermilk Ball Doughnuts, Butterscotch with Balls Pie;
Cabbage Balls a la Russe, Cacciucco Balls, Caesar Salad Balls, Cafe Brulot
Balls, Canapes Balls a la Simon, Candy Taffy Balls, Cantaloupe with Balls
Farmer's Style, Caper Sauce Balls, Caramel Frosted Balls, Caraway Breadstick
Balls, Carbonnades with Balls a la Flamande, Carrot and Cream of Ball Soup,
Cassata Balls Palermo, Caviar with Balls Madrilene, Celery with Tarragaon and
Balls, Champagne Bordelaise Ball Punch, Cherry Jubilee Balls, Cheese Fondue
Balls, Cheesecake with Rum-Marinade Balls, Chestnut Boiled Ball Torte, Chicken
Divan Balls, Chicken Florentine Balls, Chicory and Fenel Salad with Balls,
Chilean Manjar Blanco Balls, Chinese Sesame Seed and Ball Cookies, Chocolat
Balls Boules Sur, Chocolate Chiffon Ball Souffle, Cinnaomon Buns and Balls,
Clams and Balls on Toast, Clambake Washboiled Balls, Coconut-Pecan Frosted
Balls, Concord-Grape with Balls Jelly, Consomme Balls a la Madrilene, Corn and
Ball Relish, Cornmeal and Ball Crackers, Court Bouillon Balls, Crabs with Soft
Shell Ball Saute, Cranberried Ball Fruit Preserves, Creme Balls St. Jacques,
Crepe Gonad Suzette, Cuban Breaded Balls, Curried Balls, Custard and Ball
Pudding;
Daiquiri with Frozen and Glazed Balls, Dandelion Greens with Wilted Balls,
Danish Ball Pastries, Deep-Fat Fried Balls, Dilled Ball Sauce with Lemon,
Duchesse Potatoes au Balls, Duck and Ball in Wine with Green Grapes, Dutch Pea
Soup with Split Balls;
Eel with Balls Anguilles Quo Vadis, Eggs Scrambled with Balls, Eggnog with
Ball Essence Chiffon Pie, Eggplant and Ball Fritters, Egyptian Ball Kebabs,
Endive Salad with Braised Belgian Balls and Walnuts, Escalopes de Veau Balls a
la Holstein;
Fettucine with Alfredo's Balls, Fig and Spicy Testes Tortes, Fillet Plaza de
Ball Athenee, Finger Rolls of Balls, Finman's Ball's Haddie Delmonico,
Flageolets Bretonne-Style Balls, Flank Steak with London Broiled Balls,
Flemish Ball Sauce for Poacher's Salmon, Floating Island of Balls, Fondue of
Balls Bruxelloise, Frankfurter Goulash a la Walter Siezak's Balls, French
Bread Stuffed with Balls, Frenchman's Balls Brioche, Fricadeller Balls,
Frittata Balls Italiana, Fritto Misto Balls, Frogs Legs with Balls Provencale,
Frosted Icing of Confectioner's Balls, Frozen Tangerine en Ball Surprise,
Frozen Velvet Chocolate Ball Tortoni, Fruit with Brandied Balls, Fruitcake's
Balls Jamaica Light, Fudged WWF Balls in Minnesota Cake;
Galantine of Balls, Garlic Balls, Gazpacho Balls, Genoise Gonad Praline,
German Balls Lebkuchen, Gevulde Kool Rap Balls, Giblets and Gonads, Gingered
Balls with Fruit and Cheese, Glogg's Swedish Balls, Gnocchi Cream-Puff's
Balls, Goose Roasted with Wild Balls, Gorgonsola Ball Dip, Grand Central Pan
Roasted Balls, Grapefruit Juice with Sherried Balls, Gravy from Red-Eye's
Balls, Greek's Balls Mousaka, Green Balls a la Nicoise, Gulf Coast Stuffed
Balls from a Flounderer;
Halibut Baked in Ball Cream, Hallacas Balls, Hamburger au Poivre with Dill
Balls, Hard Ball Sauce, Hard-Shelled Testicles, Harvard Beets with Ivy Balls,
Hash from Red Flannel Guy's Balls, Hasty Ball Pudding, Head On Ball Cheese,
Henry Creel's Peppered Balls, Herbed Herb's Balls Biscuits, Hollandaise Quick
Ball Sauce, Homard's Balls a l'absinthe, Honey's Balls, Hong King Kong's Balls
Garden Salad, Hors de-Ball d'oeuvres, Horseradish Cold Ball a la Dresden,
Hungarian's Balls and Cream Cake;
Indian's Balls Rice Pudding, Indonesian's Balls with Vegetables and Shrimp,
Irish Ball Sweet Bread, Irma's Onion and Ball Sandwich, Islanders' Balls Luau,
Italian's Balls Mixed with Olives;
Jamaican Ball Pot Roast, Jambalaya Balls, Japanese Balls Tempura;
Kaiser Schmarren's Balls, Kebabs with Eqyptian Balls, Keftedes Testes, Key
Lime Ball Pie, Kidney Steak and Ball Stew, Knob Celery with Puree of Balls,
Knockwurst with Balls in Beer, Korean Balls Marinade, Kosher-Style Dill Balls,
Kumquat Ball Preserves;
Lady Fingering Balls, Lamb Arni Pissed on Balls, Lasagne Teste, Leeks in Balls
Vinaigrette, Lekach's Balls, Lemon Dressing North African's Balls, Lima Beans
with Balls for Rosemary, Long-Berry Long-Ball Sauce, Linzertorte Teste,
Lobster and Ball Moana, Long Islander's Balls in Port, Luchow
Schlemmerschmitte a la Balls;
Macaroons with Almond Nuts and Nut's Nuts, Madras Ball Curry, Malayan's
Chopped Balls, Mandeltorte Testicles, Manicotti Stuffed with Balls, Manjar of
Balls Blanco, Marzipan Rolled-Ball Cookies, Meat Ball Balls, Meringue Balls
Glacees, Mexican's Balls Carnitas, Milanaise Ball Sauce, Minced Balls, Mint
Testicle Parfait, Mocha Mucha Balls' Cream Frosting, Mona Lisa Dressing with
un-Dressed Balls, Mont Blanc Balls aux Marrons, Mornay Fillets of Soul-Brother
Balls, Mousseline Ball Sauce, Mushrooms and Balls a la Grecque, Mussels in
Bacon and Balls, Mustard Seed Buttered Balls;
Neapolitan Chopped Balls, New Englad Ball Chowder, Nut Brittle and Twisted
Nuts;
Oeufs Balls a la Neige, Ohio Cornball Relish, Omeltet with Spanish Balls,
Orange Ball Wedges Spiced and Chilled, Oriental Shrimpy Balls, Oyster a la
King's Balls;
Pain d'epice of Balls, Palermo Ball Cassata, Panettone Testasterone, Parker
House Ball Rolls, Parsnips with Candied Balls, Pasta Ball e Fagioli, Pastel de
Chocho Balls, Pate Truffle with Fluffed Balls, Paula's Cold-Ball Tomatoes,
Peanut Nut Ring Cake, Pea-Size Balls French Style, Periwinkles of Baked and
Winking Balls, Petits Fours with Four Petite Balls, Pickled Ball Peppers,
Pilaff Balls Greek Style, Pineapple Ball Crepes, Pizza Testa, Plum and Ball
Pudding, Polenta Variations of Balls, Polish Balls Chopped with Porkers,
Popped-Over Balls, Portugeuese are Chicken Balls, Potage Balls Cressoniere,
Poulet Balls Marengo, Pounded Ball Cake, Puffed Ball Pastry, Punched Ball
Punch;
Quiche with Balls for Lorraine, Quinces with Spiced Balls;
Radishes with Chinese Balls, Raisin and Dried-Ball Pie, Ravioli ala Bardelli's
Balls, Revanie Ball Revue, Rhubarb and Ball Pie, Rice and Molded Ball
Maltaise, Risotto Hall of Fame Balls, Rock Hard Balls, Roman's Balls Noodles,
Roquefort and Cognac Balls, Rumanian's Balls Ghivetch, Rye Ball Fritters;
Sacher Torte Teste, Sage's Balls and Leaves, Salade Russe Balls, Salsa Verde
Balls, Sambal Ball Goreng, Savarin with Savory Balls, Scallions with Mashed
Balls, Scallops en Ball Brochette, Scotchman's Balls Shortbread, Scrapple
Scraped Balls, Senegalese Ball Soup, Shad Baked in Cream of Balls, Sherried
Ball Custard, Short Deviled Balls, Shrimpy Balls from Pierre, Sicilian Ball-
Cream Cake, Snails and Balls Stuffed with Mushrooms, Soft-Shelled Balls
Armandine, Souffle au Grand Marnier's Balls, Spanish Ball Omelet, Spare Balls
with Beer and Honey, Specialty Balls Licked by Tongue, Spongey Ball Cake,
Springy Ball Cookies, Squashed Balls Baked with Acorns, Sweedish Ball Glogg,
Sweet and Pungent Ball Cubes, Swiss Balls Boiled by Rosemary;
Tamale Testicle Pie, Tarragon Balls in Aspic, Tart's Mocked and Puffed Balls,
Tempura Batterered Balls, Teriyaki of Yanked Balls, Tom's and Jerry's Balls,
Tomatoes Stuffed with Balls and Basil, Tongue Stuck On Balls, Tortoni
Testicles, Tropical Ball Tea Punch, Tufoli Stuffed Balls, Turkish Ball
Moussaka, Turnip Snipped-Ball Casserole, Tutti-Fruti Brandied Balls;
Ukranian Ball Borscht, Upside-Down-Ball Muffins;
Vanilla from Bavarian's Ball Cream, Veloute Ball Sauce, Venezuelan Balls from
Hot Tamales, Vichyssoise Balls a la Ritz, Viennese Ball Crescents, Vitello's
Balls Tonnato, Vol-au-Vented Balls;
Waffles of Whole Wheat and Nuts, Walnut and Nut Fudge, Watercres Testicles,
Welshman's Balls with Rabbit, Western Ball Casserole, White Sauce of Balls,
Wine Mulled with Balls;
X-Rated Ball-and-Cock Flamer's Flambe;
Yoghurt with Hurt Balls, Yorkshire Ball Pudding;
Zabaglione's Bag of Balls, Zarda Ball Grande, Zucchini with Balls of the
Courageous Florentines, Zuppa Ball Inglese.
... and that's about it.
(Other pieces by and from Classy Bitch are found by clicking index-by-author
on the eunuch.org homey page. CB is a M to E to W in Toronto. She likes to
think of herself as a ballsy ball-less babe with brains. Then again, she often
doesn't much like to think at all.)
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