castration

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Not really.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Okay, fine. What is it,” she asked.

“Well… don’t be mad.”

“What did you do?”

“I- uh… I…” Cedric stuttered.

“C'mon! It can’t be that bad!”

“I read your diary,” the boy blurted.

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

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

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

“Cedric! What the fuck!?”

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

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

“Absolutely. You’ve got balm, right?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This was it. It was happening!

*SNIP*

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

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

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

*SKRRRRIK*

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

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

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

—

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Not really.”

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

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

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

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

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