Custom Dildos III

We stood there for a moment to admire them all. The differences were striking; mine and Jerry's huge ones, Steve's average (but very nice) set, and Ben's, umm, undersized one. I stood like I usually did now, legs spread a little apart so I could feel the heft of my balls hanging down. That, and the additional stimulation of the day sure helped - the expectation of this time with Steve, the contest, and, to my surprise, doing Jerry kinda turned me on. Maybe it was because I was so happy with my own state, or maybe it was sort of a victory thing, but watching Jerry's cock and balls come off sure turned me on.

I felt a tongue on the bottom of my sac, and looked down to see that Steve was already between my legs, licking my remaining genitals. "Mmmm," I moaned. He looked up and smiled, then took them completely in his mouth. "Oh, yeah..." Yeah, so my pillow talk may not be all that original, but at least it's sincere.

He worked on that for a bit, and then I had him lay down on the bed while I licked his groin area. I loved it so much; the smoothness of it was such a turn-on. He, on the other hand, worked me over good, feeling and kneading my muscles, telling me how big I was...I love it when people compliment me on my body.

Most of the night went about that way, with the two of us intertwined on the bed feeling out each other's new and developing erogenous zones. Both of us were pretty new to sex without dicks involved, so it was an adventure - finding the spots on each others' bodies that brought that rush of blood to the head, and eventual orgasm. Even though we had four cocks standing at the ready, both of us kinda wanted to leave them out of it tonight.

It took a few hours but we managed it, and both had highly rewarding orgasms, and all the dicks in the room never left my nightstand.

Jerry never did show up to the gym again. Some of his boys did; they said they didn't see him much either, but he changed gyms (to a crosstown one) and they said he was pretty down over the whole thing. He came back a few months later and had totally changed; his cocky attitude was completely gone, and he'd turned into a completely submissive bitch. It was like he was a different person.

Apparently he'd become the slave of some leather guy, who had made him get a tattoo in his groin that said "Slave." His master had made him come back to this gym to work out to make him get over his issues.

When he saw me I could tell he just about shit himself, but he came right over to me and spouted off this obviously rehearsed speech about how sorry he was, how wrong he had been, how he totally deserved what he had gotten and everything. He wouldn't even refer to himself in the first person; it was always, "Boy was wrong," "Boy deserved it," that sort of thing. Frankly, it was kind of annoying.

In the showers he showed everybody the tattoo - vertical block letters from his navel down, with his pisshole between the tines of the V. It was good clean work, anyway, although honestly I couldn't say whether or not submissive Jerry was really any less annoying than cocky Jerry.

While I was on my way out, he ran up to me, and sheepishly asked, "Master asked me if there was any way I could, umm, have my cock back from you. He, uhh, wants to fuck me with it."

Ooooh...dilemma. The thing was, I really liked having Jerry's cock around. I'd had it long enough I didn't really even think of it as Jerry's anymore; it was just the big one that wasn't mine. Steve and I had bought a pair of small strap-ons, just for putting the other dicks on top of, and fairly often I'd wear mine and he'd wear either his own or Jerry's - it was actually one of Steve's favorites.

"Hmm, I don't think so, uh, 'boy.' I won that cock fair and square."

"But...but...it's mine."

"Not anymore it isn't. You lost it when you cheated, boy."

His whole mood fell in the gutter. "Master will kill me..."

"Well, I'll put it this way. Steve really likes that cock, so, if you find me one as big and thick, or bigger, than that one, I'll trade you."

"Really? Well...okay then." He scampered off, back to his master or whatever.

A few days later a new guy came up to me in the locker room. I hadn't seen him around before. "Hey, man," he greeted me. He was pretty hot - good looking, nice body.

"Hey," I responded.

"I, uh, talked to Ben, about, um," he nervously gestured towards his groin. "He said you were the guy to talk to."

It's funny - even though after the Jerry incident half the guys in the gym knew where to go if they wanted to have their dicks and/or balls off, nobody wanted to go alone, and most asked me to take them. I'd taken three - there weren't many, although nearly everybody was curious - and didn't mind doing it, especially if they let me keep the organs. I offered to pay nearly every time if they would but so far only one guy of the three had taken me up on it. My collection was up to five - mine, Jerry's, Ben's, Steve's, and that dude Sean's.

"Yeah, the place is on..." and I gave him the address.

"Oh, uh, okay. You just go in?"

"Yeah, tell them what you want and they'll set you straight. It'll cost you a bit, though."

"How much?"

I told him their prices, but added, "but if you let me keep it afterwards I'll pay the fee."

He shrugged. "Okay. When can you go?"

"I'm leaving now; I was just going to go home. You want to go now?"

"Let me hop in the shower real fast and then I can," he answered.

"Okay." I waited out front for him, but not after sneaking a peek of him in the showers. Flaccid, he looked pretty average, but the guy's nuts were huge. They'd be a nice addition to my collection. I called Steve while I was waiting to tell him what the deal was.

"Can't wait," he said over the phone. Both of us always got excited with a new dick. He'd moved in a month before and we were looking like this would be a long term thing. It took me awhile to get used to the idea, but I'm in love.

After work I rode in the guy's truck down there. To summarize the conversation: his name was Carl, he was straight, he'd had fantasies about having his genitals removed for years. Seemed like a pretty nice guy.

When we got to the shop the scene was a horror - the guy who usually worked the counter was loading everything up into a truck! There was an older guy there, too, grey hair, short beard. When they saw us walk up they stopped. "Hey, man," the counter guy greeted me.

"Hey. I got another one for ya," I smiled.

"Aw, dude, we're closing up for good. You were helping but we weren't getting enough business."

"What?" I exclaimed. "No way!" Carl looked confused.

"Yeah, sorry man. We had a going-out-of-business sale but hardly sold anything," the counter guy said.

"Yeah," the older guy spoke up in a gruff voice. "Didn't sell shit."

An idea germinated in my head. "So you were trying to sell your entire inventory?" I asked.

"Yeah," the guy said. "You want something we haven't packed, I might make ya a deal."

"What about, um, the machine," I gestured toward my groin, "you know, the thing that makes the dildos."

The older guy cocked his head while the counter guy went back to unloading. "Ehh; I'll give it to ya along with all the supplies we got for it for two thousand."

"Done," I told him. "Your credit machine still up?"

"Nope. Cash only."

Shit. "Uh, my bank has a branch right over there," Carl muttered to me. "If you want to write me a check I'll front you the cash."

"Okay," I agreed. "Alright, man, we'll be back. Pack the thing up and we'll be right back over here."

"Gotcha," the old guy responded.

Carl and I walked across the street. "Thanks a lot, dude," I told him. "I can't wait to have this thing for myself."

"You gonna do me for free then?" Carl asked.

"Yeah, sure. We'll have to head back to my house to do it, though."

"Okay."

Half an hour later we were back at my place. Carl was butt naked with his junk in the machine, Steve watching, and me sitting next to him reading the instructions. "Okay, it's loaded with the plastic goo," I thought aloud. "Now we seal it..." I pressed a button on it and could hear it seal around Carl's freshly shaven genitals. "You ready, Carl?"

"Go for it."

"Okay..." I pressed the button it said to press and watched Carl's face for his reaction. He looked expectant, then surprised, then relaxed, and then, as his bare crotch came away from the machine, relieved.

I was pretty relieved myself when I opened up the machine to see Carl's cock and very large testicles all nice and sealed up - they looked perfect. I let him pull them out and inspect 'em. "Wow," was all he could say.

"Man, those are some huge nuts," Steve commented, looking at Carl's set.

"Glad to be rid of 'em," he told us. "Damn things were taking over my life. If I hadn't gotten rid of the damn things I know I'd be in jail eventually."

"Well, you're good to go now," I told him. "If you were queer I'd offer to fuck ya with 'em," I smiled.

"Eh, I'd let you do it, but I don't want to start to enjoy it," he replied. "Frankly, if I get my way I'll never have sex again."

"Well, good luck with it," I told him. He started to dress. "You change your mind, you know where to find us."

"Yeah, sure," he said, his tone making it clear that he didn't plan to. "Hey, though, thanks a lot for your help. I don't know what I would've done without it."

"Sounds like you want to do without it, so to speak," Steve joked.

Carl smiled. "Yeah. Anyway...I'll catch you guys later."

After Carl left, we tried his set out - it was nice, good texture, and Carl had one of those torpedo shaped heads that flared out at the corona. It made for a nice break from the helmet shaped heads the rest of our collection had. Afterward we were lying in bed snuggling. Steve was impressed with my purchase. "If only we had more guys who wanted to use it," he commented.

A week later, Steve was visiting his parents and J.P. was hanging out again. I showed him the new cocks we had - Carl's and Sean's - and he made the same comment about Carl's set that everybody did - "Look at the size of those balls!"

We went out to drink and play some pool and came back to the house shitfaced. "You mind if I sleep over?" he asked.

"Nah," I told him, stumbling into the place.

"Cool," he muttered, and started stripping. I sat on the bed to pull my shoes off, and when I looked up he had just shucked his pants and his dick was about six inches from my face.

"You shaved," I commented, out of the blue.

"Yeah," he said, taking it in his hands as it started to erect a bit. "Thought I'd try it out."

"How d'ya like it?" I asked.

"I dig it."

"Such a nice cock," I said, reaching for it with my hand. He let his hands fall to his side while I gently jerked it a bit. He was swaying back and forth, about to lose his balance. "You know, you really ought to let me take it off you one of these days." I had the sudden vision of his cock standing next to mine, hard as a rock, every vein bloated out in perfect detail.

"I dunno, man," he slurred. "I kinda...like it attached, you know?"

"Yeah, but just think of it. Hard all the time, nice and slick..." he was getting harder now, and I moved my hand a little faster. "Just your balls hanging down." I stood up and pulled him in close, rubbing his cock against my sac. "Or have those off too, like Steve," I suggested. J.P.'d been in a three-way with us before; he knew what it felt like. "All nice and smooth." I grabbed him by the ass and pulled him into me, our bodies rubbing together, his hard cock pressed between our respective sacs.

"It is pretty hot..." J.P. muttered.

"It only takes a minute," I suggested. "Doesn't hurt or anything."

"Yeah, but, I don't know..."

"I didn't either. Look at me, I love it." I guided him over toward the machine. "You just put it in and press some buttons."

"You swear?" he asked. I had no idea what he meant by that, but...

"Yeah. It's awesome, dude."

"Well, okay..." He smashed his dick up against the machine, completely missing the hole, then stumbled back and tried again. "Do the balls too, I wanna be all nice n' smooth n' shit."

Before he could change his mind, I pushed the seal button. "Mmmm," he cooed. "That feels good." I pushed the second button.

"Now just wait," I told him.

"Okay," he said. After a few seconds, he smiled. "It's gettin' warm," he said. "Feels good..."

"Yeah," I whispered in his ear, standing behind him, gently rubbing my balls on his ass and stroking his nipples. "Great, isn't it?"

"Yeah," he muttered. "Oh, man..." He pulled off the machine, making his orgasm face. "Oh, shit, I came right as it..." he saw his own groin and paused, "Oh, wow."

I popped the machine open and handed him his genitals, now forever erect. "Whoah," he said, reflexively moving his hand to where his dick had been to jerk off, then realizing his cock was no longer located where it used to be.

"Crazy, isn't it?" I smiled.

He just looked up at me with doe eyes and handed me his cock. "Do me with it."

J.P. wasn't too happy the next morning. "Why did you let me do it?" he asked, holding his genitals up to his bare crotch. "I can't believe it..." I felt pretty bad myself, and told him so - we were both drunk. It was a bad idea to do it, I agreed.

We went out to get some breakfast, and after he got some food in him J.P.'s attitude started to improve a bit. "I guess it isn't all bad," he commented on the walk back to my place. "And you're right, it does feel cool when I walk." By the time we made it back to my place he was positively upbeat about the whole thing. "I guess I'll deal with it."

Once back it didn't take long before both of us were naked and fooling around again. "Do me with my cock again," he told me, and got on all fours. "Aww, yeah," he moaned as I moved it in and out of him. "I should've done this months ago," he commented, rubbing his smooth groin. "Who needs a cock?"

Afterward we were lying around cuddling and he said, "I swear, that was better than it was while it was still on me."

"Yeah," I agreed. "I got a lot more sensitive after I had mine taken off."

"Man, why don't more guys do this?" he asked, rhetorically, still stroking his groin.

An hour or so later, he took off, taking his cock and balls with him. I wanted to keep them, but he refused. "I need 'em, dammit," he protested. "Besides, they were mine to start with." I relented, and he departed with everything he came with.

The next week Jerry showed up at the gym again. "You got me a cock?" I asked him.

"Well, sir, I just can't find anybody with one bigger than mine, I mean, yours, I mean, the one that used to be mine, but, um, look, can we make a deal?" he pleaded.

I sighed, but didn't say no. I just crossed my arms across my chest and gave him a look. He continued: "Look, I've found three guys with real nice ones that'll give 'em to you. One is seven, one's nine, and one's ten and a half, all thick as beer cans. That's three for the price of one, and the middle guy'll let you have his balls too. Come on, isn't that good enough?"

Hmm, I thought. Three more and Jerry would stop pestering me...it was an attractive deal. "Okay," I told him. "I'll take that deal."

He was visibly relieved. "Thanks, sir, thank you so much...I promise, these guys won't disappoint."

Later, while I was lifting, I had some thoughts. This could be an event, I thought - a lot of my friends knew about my cock being gone, and it would be fun to make a big shebang out of it. That was it: I'd throw a party!

Steve liked the idea, and we started drawing up invitations: clothing optional (and nudity suggested), no chicks, and free drinking from the keg if you came shaved. I had an ulterior motive here - I'd gotten enough of the plastic stuff from the store (and now was able to order more, if needed) that I could easily do twenty guys. I imagined how great it would be if my collection was even bigger - thinking more about the J.P. incident had made it clear to me that I was addicted to taking guys' dicks. I'd never do it against their will, but I wasn't unwilling to ply them with alcohol first.

The invitations went out and we got about thirty definite yes replies and maybe twenty more maybe's - my gym buddies got invited, Steve's college friends, and the invitation stated that guests were welcome, as long as they followed the rules. None of us were strangers to kinky parties (and in fact, both Steve and I were always a big hit nowadays when we went) so to most of them this wasn't all that much weirder, it just had entertainment. Watch three guys lose their cocks, the invitation said.

Jerry contacted his three guys and they all agreed to the venue. Jerry would be there with his master, too, and I confess to some curiousity about the guy - I wondered what kind of man could turn Jerry into the submissive little slave he'd become.

I couldn't wait.