The money I’d saved up had lasted through my freshman year, and by working the following summer break I managed to save up almost enough for my second year expenses.

Then my car broke down. I decided that I could do without it, walking or riding the bus to school and begging rides from friends if I needed to go somewhere the bus system didn’t go.

I found that this plan would only work to a certain point, then I began showing up late for classes, and I missed out on some outside assignments because I needed wheels to go to the places I needed to study.

Then the other shoe dropped, and my roommate, who shared the expense of our little apartment dropped out of school, leaving me to try to pay the rent by myself.

The first thing I did was to put up signs all over campus and in the local stores, looking for someone to move in and help with the rent.

Two days later I was sitting across a table from Jim, who seemed to have plenty of money but didn’t like to spend it foolishly. From the looks of his clothes and car, I was certain he could have afforded his own apartment, but I wasn’t going to look this gift horse in the mouth.

I quoted a monthly payment about $50 more than the ½ share he thought he was getting, and he agreed immediately without even blinking. Maybe I could set some of that money aside and get my car fixed.

Jim moved in the next afternoon while I was in class, and when I got home I found some very nice furniture had replaced my worn and tattered junk. Jim said he’d been keeping it in storage but that it would be better off being used in our apartment.

This deal was looking better all the time!

That evening after a macaroni-and-cheese dinner, I was looking through the Help Wanted ads in the paper, hoping to find a job that wouldn’t interfere with school. Jim came into the kitchen, and seeing what I was reading, he asked “Looking for a job?”

That much should be obvious, I thought. “Yes, I need to get my car fixed and put some money away for next year’s expenses. The hard part is finding something that doesn’t conflict with my class schedule” I replied.

“Hey, why don’t you see if you can get hired where I work. It pays $500 a night, but you don’t work every night. Each job lasts about an hour, hour and a half.”

What kind of job would pay that kind of money? I wondered.

“Sounds good! Where do you work?” I asked.

“StripperGrams” he answered.

Well, that explained the good money. I wasn’t too hot about getting naked in front of strangers, and I told him so.

“Nothing to it. You get used to it pretty quick. The only thing I don’t like is that once in a while I end up at a gay party. I’m not into that, but so far all those guys have been the nicest customers and give the best tips.”

“Well, I guess I could give it a try. If I don’t like it I can always quit” I observed.

“OK, call this number. They’ll want to have an interview to make sure you’re stripper material, then they’ll give you some outfits and when they have a job for you they’ll call at least a day in advance.”

I considered the possibilities of the job that night, and the next afternoon I called the number and set up an appointment.

The address they gave me was in a nice office complex, and when I entered the company’s door, I saw they had put a lot of money into the décor. I gave my name to the cute blonde receptionist and told her I had an appointment at 4:30.

I was escorted into the back rooms immediately, and left in a comfortable room with very nice furnishings and art.

It was only a few minutes before the door opened and a tall brunette entered, followed by a short, bald man.

“Hello, I’m Stacey, this is my associate Wilbur, who judges the girls, while I do the men. We understand you’re interested in working for us.”

“Yes, I’m running short of money to get me through the school year, and I haven’t been able to find a job that fits in with my class schedule” I told her.

“Alright, what time does your last class let out?” she asked.

“5:30, and I’m home by 6:00 because I have to walk until I can get my car fixed.”

“That’s perfect! During the week none of our customers are scheduled before 7:00, and if there are weekend callouts, we try to work with you to arrange a good time.”

“Then it doesn’t sound like working here would interfere with my classes at all” I said.

“Excellent! Well, getting down to business, I’ll need to see your body. If it’s as good as it appears to be, I can give you our Employees’ Handbook and put you on the schedule.”

I was still reluctant to undress in front of strangers, but it was going to be a part of the job that I’d need to get used to anyway. ‘Think of it as undressing for your doctor’ I thought.

I kicked off my shoes, unbuttoned my shirt and removed that, then took off my undershirt. My socks were next, followed by my pants. Then I dropped my boxers and kicked them aside.

Stacey looked at me critically, while Wilbur just stood there.

She had me turn around slowly, then lift my arms over my head, then bend over and touch my toes.

“Looks like you have everything we need, and it looks nice. We charge a lot for our services, so we can only send out great-looking strippers. I’ll have a box of costumes sent over to your place. Take care of them, they’re expensive.”

“Here’s a copy of your Employees’ Handbook. Make sure you read and understand everything. If you have any questions, give us a call. I’ll probably have a callout for you by this coming weekend. We’ll let you know.”

I gathered up my clothes and dressed then left their office and headed back to the apartment. I spent a couple of hours that evening reading through the handbook until I thought I understood the job and how to keep the customers under control.

Friday rolled around, and about 6:00 PM the phone rang. It was Stacey with an address and time for me.

The occasion was a 35th birthday party, and I was supposed to carry the cake in from the kitchen while wearing a chef’s outfit. Once the cake was delivered and everyone’s attention was on the birthday girl blowing out her candles, I was supposed to start my music and begin stripping down.

I hadn’t been briefed on how do my routine, so I supposed it was up to me. I spent some time that evening locked in the bathroom., humming music I thought would work for me and practicing how to get my clothes off in the most sexy manner possible.

The next evening I went to the address where the party was being held, and found it was already well under way. And all women! That helped relieve my stress about having to strip in front of men for this time at least!

I entered the kitchen via the back door, and put on my chef’s jacket and toque, then lit the candles on the cake and picked it to carry into the main room of the house.

As I came through the kitchen door, the lights went dark and everyone started singing the Happy Birthday Song.

After setting the cake on the table and backing away – with only one pinch to my ass and a caress of my cock and balls – I moved to a corner of the room near the stereo.

I slipped my CD into the drive, pushed the volume to MAX and hit PLAY, and as the music blared and the women started to turn to see what the ruckus was, I unbuttoned the jacket and twirled it a couple of times before I let it fly towards the kitchen door.

The shoes came next, disposed of after a short jugging routine. I snagged my socks with my toes and slipped them off. No point in making a production of taking off socks – unless one of these girls had a fetish about dirty socks!

I had planned to take off my undershirt next, but the hat was in the way. I wished I’d left the t-shirt off so I could have ended up naked except for the hat. Something to remember for next time, I told myself.

I tossed the hat in the direction I’d launched the jacket then slowly peeled my t-shirt over my head, giving the girls a good look as I stretched upwards.

Next my pants dropped to the floor without much ceremony, and then I was dancing there naked except for my boxers,

The room had been getting noisier and noisier as the various articles of clothing came off. The whistles and catcalls were deafening by the time I was down to my last bit of cloth.

I danced forward, intending to rub up against the birthday girl, a kind of standing lap dance.

Before I reached her, my boxers had been ripped off and I had women all over me.

Suddenly helpless, I found myself being carried to the table, where I was laid out with my head in the cake. My wrists and ankles were being held, but not very strongly. I knew I could break away any time I wanted to.

This assignment had gone a lot further that I’d intended, but it was fun and interesting, and I’d always fantasized about being raped by a crowd of women, so I was willing to let things go a little further just to see what would happen.

I felt someone climbing up onto the table between my legs, then I felt naked flesh rub against me as the person moved up to my face.

It was Birthday Girl. I should have known she’d get first crack at me while I was still hard and my balls were full.

She kissed and licked my face, ending up with icing on her nose. She continued moving up, and I found myself looking at a smooth-shaven pussy just inches from my face.

Birthday Girl turned around so she was facing my feet and slowly lowered her wet pussy to my lips. I was incredibly hard, so running my tongue inside her cunt, lapping deep to get at her juices, then moving to her clit to take it between my lips to suck like a tiny cock was something I couldn’t resist.

In a few moments she began building up to an orgasm; she ground her pussy down onto my face harder and harder, and I found that she was smothering me, with her pussy lips sealing my mouth and her asshole clamped down over my nose.

I worked harder at getting her to her orgasm before I passed out from lack of air.

She was now slamming her pussy and ass onto my face so hard I was wondering if she might break my nose or something. The advantage was that since she’d reached this point, she was actually lifting her genitals off my face to get more distance so she could slam down even harder. It wasn’t comfortable, but it sure as hell was sexy!

As she neared the crest of her orgasm, she grabbed my balls and used them like a saddle horn, yanking hard on them as she started her downwards lunge.

Suddenly, it was over. Her pussy was practically gushing and my poor balls felt like she’d stretched them out a foot or more.

Someone helped her down off the table, and I started to get up, assuming that the show was over. I discovered that the women holding my wrists and ankles had been replaced by stout ropes, then I felt another body climbing onto the table.

‘Not again!’ I thought. I’d barely made it through that one!

This time it was a heavyset woman who went right for my mouth. She straddled my face and began rocking. Trying to give her the idea I really didn’t want to eat her cunt right now, I kept my mouth shut and didn’t give her any tongue. Besides, my tongue was sore and tired from its workout.

Her thighs kept me from hearing what was being said, but a moment later someone gathered up my balls and pulled them to the bottom of my sack. The pulling continued, and it felt again like they were being stretched out far beyond their natural length.

I felt something, maybe a cord or rope, being looped around my balls. I felt the noose pull tight, then it began to pull HARD on my sore balls.

Something was being said, but I couldn’t make it out through the fat thighs of the woman sitting on my face. Suddenly she lifted a leg and I could hear.

“Hey, pretty boy, you’re gonna do ALL of us or we’ll stretch your balls all the way to the wall over there.”

Not likely, I thought. That wall was probably fifteen feet from the table. They could, however, make them hurt really bad if they put enough weight on them.

I twisted my head to the side and replied “I’m all for doing all of you, but I need to be able to breathe, and my balls hurt pretty bad. I could do a better job if you untied that rope.”

“Two things you need to understand. No one cares if you can’t breathe. That’s not our problem. Do a good job and we’ll give you a little break between pussies. Second, we’ll do whatever the hell we want to with your balls. Personally, I like stretching them ‘way out there. My personal record is twenty-six inches. I think I might break that record tonight!”

The fat woman flopped her pussy back over my mouth and the rope abound my balls was jerked to tell me to get started.

By the third pussy things were getting hazy. It felt like I’d been eating pussy for weeks. I tried to remember how many women had been in the room, but all I could come up with was somewhere around fifteen. Probably more, though.

The evil ball-stretcher had been having fun, jerking the rope, then if felt like she’d maybe made a loop so she could put her foot in it and stand with all her weight on my scrotum.

Sometime after the fifth or sixth pussy (not counting the woman who loved having her ass eaten out) I overheard someone saying “We’ve got them down to fourteen inches…”

I was lost in pain, with my lips and tongue cramping up and my balls screaming for relief. I didn’t dare refuse again, because I had a feeling my torturer had more tricks she’d like to try out. Images of thing I’d seen on BDSM websites ran through my head. Needles, skewers, exposure of my balls outside my sack, scrotums and balls nailed and screwed to boards, and many more thoughts ran through my head.

Strangely, I’d lost my erection sometime during the second pussy, but as these thoughts ran through my head, I found my cock getting hard again. What the heck was that all about?

I thought time had slowed to a crawl, as pussy after pussy climbed up on me for a good round of licking. I lost count of the cunts, but I began to think that I’d already been introduced to several of them. I guessed some of them had decided for a second or third turn.

I don’t know what time it was when the line of horny women came to and end. I was still alive and I’d satisfied a whole lot of pussies. ‘The stuff legends are made of’ I thought.

I was still tied to the table, and my balls were on fire from the weight they’d been forced to hold up.

The naked women gathered around the table, and slowly walked around it in a circle, taking hold of my cock, then grabbing my balls for a good hard squeeze before moving on.

Birthday Girl climbed onto the table again, and squatted over me.

“I had the first ride, so I also get the last ride. Are you ready for your payoff?” she asked.

I nodded yes. Anything to get free and out of this house. I might never want to see another pussy for the rest of my life!

She stood and turned to face my feet, then slowly lowered her pussy over my mouth again.

I coaxed my tired tongue to give one last great orgasm, and as I began to lick in earnest, I felt someone loose the rope from my aching balls.

As I continued, Birthday Girl simply kept up a slow rocking pace.

I felt someone handling my balls, then something cold seemed to encircle my sack right under my cock.

As I licked harder, trying to get Birthday Girl off, I felt the cold circle growing tighter and tighter. It finally reached a point where it was a searing pain encircling my ballsack, yet it continued to tighten.

I seemed to have lost feeling in my balls, as they no longer hurt. I could feel the sack holding my balls moving against my inner thighs, but my balls no longer had any sensation.

I was getting worried, but suddenly Birthday Girl began to pick up her pace, rocking faster and harder.

I could feel the muscles of her thighs tightening, and her pussy lips seemed to flutter with her excitement.

Just as I felt her reach her orgasm, she leaned down towards my legs for a moment, then rocked back and had the biggest orgasm I’d felt all night.

She slowly ground to a halt, squeezing out the last bit of her orgasm before she finally rolled off me.

I lay gasping for air, and after a moment I became aware that all the women were clustered near my waist, and seemed to be passing something around between them.

I began to feel better as oxygen returned to my lungs, and Birthday Girl turned from her group of friends and stood by my head.

“I want to thank you for your birthday gift to me. I was also glad to share your mouth with all my friends. They all enjoyed themselves, and one even wants to hire you to live with her so she can have you whenever she wants.”

“Anyway, I wanted to give you a chance to say goodbye to the gift you gave me…”

She held up a purplish thing with an automotive hose clamp screwed tightly around one end.

Suddenly I realized that she was holding my balls, still inside the stretched ballsack that her friend had elongated.

I raised my head as far as I was able, and I could see a little bit of shiny metal below the base of my cock.

Things began to grow dark as I passed out, but I did see Birthday Girl tilt her head back and lower my severed balls into her mouth, then her jaw muscles began to work as the light dwindled to a point and disappeared.

I had a bad nightmare, about a party where I was held down and raped by women, then they castrated me just for fun.

When I woke, I was in a strange bed, and I immediately reached for my groin to reassure myself it had been a dream. I felt a gauze bandage where my balls should have been.

Throwing back the covers, I tore the bandage off, only to find a suture line where my scrotum used to hang. I cupped my wound and rocked back and forth, crying for myself and my lost balls.

They must have been watching me, because a good-looking woman came into the room and sat by me hugging and rocking with me. I laid my head on her breast like I had done with my mother as a child, and she pulled down her blouse and brassier, giving me her nipple to suckle.

I must have really been out of it, because sucking the tit of a good-looking strange woman didn’t get me hard.

Looking back, I think they must have kept me drugged enough so I wouldn’t run off screaming. I was kept in that bedroom for five weeks, and I never slept alone. One or another woman would come into my room at night and slip into bed with me.

A couple of times I went down on them, but my heart really wasn’t in it.

After I’d healed, Birthday Girl told me that she was throwing a party for me. This time there would be both men and women, and I wouldn’t have to perform for the group.

A few days later I had new clothes and she led me from the bedroom out to the big room where they’d had fun cutting my balls off. This time I was seated in a comfortable chair, and the party, although crowded, was low key.

Many of the women, probably some of them from the last party, stopped by to chat for a few minutes, and a couple of them slipped their hands down the front of my pants to feel the empty place where my balls used to be.

Birthday Girl brought me a plate of food and a glass of champagne, and sat by me as I ate.

“Do you understand why we cut your balls off?” she asked.

“For fun?” I replied.

“Well, yes, of course it was fun. You did a great job eating pussy, and some of the girls thought we should let you keep them. The real reason, though, was that we didn’t want you getting a hard-on and trying to fuck one of us.”

“Some of the girls would have gone for that, but it was easy to convince them that it would be better if you had a limp cock and also how much fun and what a turn-on sawing your balls off would be.”

Since it was my birthday, I was the one who got to ride your face at the end. I waited until I was right on the verge of coming, then I grabbed your balls and pulled really hard while I sawed right through your nutsack.”

“You don’t know this, but all the girls were right up close, masturbating, and we all came at the same time when your balls came off in my hand.”

“You passed out before you got to see each one of them stuff your nuts into their mouths and chew on them. We decided that the next time we do this, we’ll all take turns biting our next guy’s balls until they pop.”

“I had your nutsack tanned and shrunk to cover my biggest dildo. Every time I use it I’ll remember castrating you.”

“After we got you sutured and in bed, we all went out to the kitchen and ran your balls through the meat slicer. We deep-fried them into Testicle Chips. They were yummy with salsa!”

I was getting drowsy, probably because I’d been in bed so long, recovering from being nutted without anesthesia. I found that it was hard to move, and I asked if I could go back to bed.

“In a little while. We voted, and we decided to hold a fund-raiser for you. That’s why everyone is here tonight. Let me help you up” she said as she helped me stand.

She walked me to the big table again, and pushed me down on top of it.

I thought something was wrong, but I couldn’t seem to move.

Dread started to build as I felt my shirt and pants being pulled off.

‘Not again!’ I thought. Haven’t they taken enough already?

No one tried to hold me down or tie ropes to me, so I began to think nothing more would happen.

Then Birthday Girl climbed onto the table and addressed the crowd: “We’re holding a fundraiser tonight, and what you see here is what we’re auctioning off. I’ll go into more detail in a few minutes, but first I’d like to show you a film we made recently.”

With that, the room lights dimmed and the big-screen TV came alive. I turned my head slightly to one side, and I could see the screen out of the corner of my eye.

The blurred image came into focus, and showed me, tied to the table with Birthday Girl straddling my face.

The camera zoomed down to show my crotch, where a stainless steel band cut deeply into the top of my scrotum. Just below it was a matching band, which I hadn’t been aware of at the time.

The camera moved in to a close-up of the bands, then moved down, showing my purplish nutsack with its two big balls lying in the bottom of it.

Moving back, the camera showed Birthday Girl’s rapturous face, then moved down to show her tits bouncing and swaying as she ground her cunt into my face.

It was easy to see she wasn’t far from reaching her orgasm.

The camera moved around the table and zoomed in close to show a crab’s eye view of her sopping pussy grinding into my face.

Her image on the screen began to rock faster and faster, and the camera moved back to its original place between my knees, focusing on my stretched and aching balls.

Pulling back, the camera caught Birthday Girl’s movement as she leaned forward and grabbed my balls. She let the stretched nutsack slide between her fingers until she had a firm grip with both my nuts trapped in her fist.

She began to pull up, stretching my nutsack to its breaking point, then her other hand entered the frame with a small knife in its grip.

My scrotum seemed to stretch farther than I’d ever believed possible, then she set the blade of the knife against the skin and began to saw back and forth.

The knife was apparently very dull, because it took her several moments to begin a cut, and it took nearly two minutes for her to hack my balls off.

Even in my drugged state, I was glad that I’d lost feeling in my balls before she started sawing them off with the dull knife.

When my balls pulled free, the camera zoomed in on the place where she’d cut them loose. It was weird seeing the puckered pink flesh where my balls used to hang.

The camera zoomed out again and focused on Birthday Girl, who was holding my severed balls triumphantly over her head. It slowly zoomed in again as she tilted her head back and sucked my balls into her mouth and began to chew.

The picture faded out and the room lights came back on.

Still standing over me on the table, Birthday Girl was dribbling pussy juice down both legs.

“Tonight” she said, “we will auction off the cock you just saw in the castration film.”

“Since this is a living being, there are some ground rules you’ll have to follow if you win the prize.”

“First, if you want it erect and hard, you’ll have to do that yourself. Since we cut his balls off he hasn’t had an erection. Knowing that we’re going to take his cock tonight, I doubt that he’d be able to get hard even if he still had them.”

“The only way we’ve found to be effective is suction. If you don’t want to suck him hard yourself, I’m sure you can find several eager volunteers of both sexes who’d be more than happy to provide that service.”

We want him back undamaged, except of course, for his cock. When you have it the way you want it, we’ll apply clamps to keep it that way and to prevent him from bleeding.”

“How you remove you prize and what you do with it is up to you, but we’re hoping you’ll share the fun with the rest of us. As you know, none of us could possibly be shocked by anything you might like to do, so feel free to have fun with it.”

“Now, let’s open the bidding at $1,000…”

I was shocked by what I’d heard, and didn’t even listen to the bids rolling in so someone in this crowd could take my cock.

Birthday Girl nudged me with a foot to make sure I was awake.

“You won’t want to sleep through this” she said. “It’s going to be awesome. Half the room is already masturbating. We’re about to hear how you’re going to lose your cock.”

A few minutes later, the face of a young teenage…boy…I thought, appeared and looked down at me.

“Yo!” he said. “I get to take your cock off, but first I want it hard. I hope you don’t mind if I suck it for a while. Its last time, Ya know!” he said, snickering.

Birthday Girl raised my head and put a pillow under it so I’d be forced to watch as my cock was removed.

The kid picked up a stainless steel hose clamp like the girls had used to clamp my balls off and slid it down around the base of my limp cock.

Then he kneeled down and took the end of my cock between his lips and began to suck the head and probe the piss hole with the tip of his tongue. His lips moved further down over my cock and I felt his teeth nipping and lightly biting my cock shaft.

Although I shouldn’t have been able to get an erection, I found that as the vacuum in his mouth increased, blood flowed into my cock and it began to swell.

Traitor! I thought. Just as well they’re cutting you off!

As the boy applied more and more suction, my cock grew larger and larger, finally getting bigger than it had been before I’d been castrated.

Maintaining the suction on my cock, with it buried to the hilt down his throat, the boy picked up a screwdriver and began tightening the clamp.

I both saw and felt the metal bite into my cock shaft as it tightened. He continued screwing it down until my cock was only about the diameter of a pencil where it passed through the clamp.

Satisfied that he’d gotten me as hard as possible, considering my lack of balls, the boy licked his lips and took up some shakers and sprinkled salt and pepper on my cock.

I could plainly see what his plan was, and I turned my head so I didn’t have to watch.

I saw that everyone in the room was now naked, and couples of every sex were going at it.

One woman was sucking a cock while another woman ate her pussy. The guy getting sucked was being fucked in the ass by an older man, who was masturbating a pre-teen boy who was taking a rubber dildo in his ass, ridden by the fat woman who’d nearly smothered me the night they cut my balls off.

Every combination I could think of was there in front of me, and they were all facing the table where I lay, waiting for my boy to eat my living cock.

I was hoping that the clamp would deaden the feeling in my cock so I wouldn’t feel the sharp teeth biting into it, but that was not to be. Maybe if they’d left it clamped off longer I wouldn’t have felt anything, but each touch now was like fire.

Birthday Girl got onto the table and sat with my head cradled in her lap. I was too weak to move much, and she had no trouble forcing me to watch my cock being eaten.

I felt the boy’s breath on my thighs, then the warm air moved across my doomed cock.

I saw his head appear, and he lifted the end of my cock to his lips. He sucked it deep, then bit hard into the shaft near the clamp. He released the bite, and moved down the shaft a little, and bit hard again. He kept this up until he’d bitten right into the tender head of my cock.

Having reached the end, he grinned up at me and said “Just tenderizing it a little!”

He repeated the ‘tenderizing’ twice more, then licked his lips and smiled at the people around him.

“Everybody ready?” he asked.

‘Not me!’ I screamed to myself.

I watched as he moved his head to my groin again, then, taking the end of my cock into his mouth, he fit his teeth into the groove below the glans and bit down hard, then harder, then harder still.

I could feel his sharp teeth cutting into my flesh, then he started pulling back, trying to tear the last strands of flesh that attached my cock head to the shaft.

Suddenly he tore free, and turned, holding the end of my cock between his teeth for everyone to see. I could hear orgasms exploding throughout the room, and my cock felt like it had been set on fire.

The boy sucked the severed end of my cock back into his mouth and began to chew. It took him only a few minutes to crush it and swallow it.

He moved back to my crotch and again took my cock between his teeth. Again he bit into the shaft about an inch and a half from the bloody severed end where my cock head used to be.

Again, he bit and chewed and tore until he had another section of cock shaft free. This time he looked into my eyes as he chewed it up and swallowed it.

He kept biting off, chewing up, and swallowing short sections of my cock until he reached the clamp.

When he was done destroying my cock, I saw he had one of the largest and hardest cocks I’d ever seen.

Noticing that I’d seen his rigid cock, he said: “That’s what comes from eating raw, living cock. Every time I eat one it gets even bigger. Now there’s one more little thing I have to do to make sure I keep the extra length.”

Already standing between my legs, he lifted each one and had Birthday Girl hold them out of the way.

He pulled my hips down until my waist was at the edge of the table, then the grabbed an ass cheek in each hand and spread them. Placing the tip of his gigantic cock against my asshole, he began to push. He continued pushing, stretching my ass cheeks wider until the end of his cock popped into my ass.

He began dry-fucking my virgin ass, which was agony, but I still wasn’t able to move.

Each stroke took him deeper and deeper, until I felt his balls bouncing off my ass and his pubic hair rubbing against me on every stroke.

At this point all I could do was groan, and another teenager came over and asked Birthday Girl to move so he could shut me up.

He did this by ramming his cock down my throat, balls slamming against my forehead on each thrust.

The two boys got in sync and soon I was sliding hack and forth while they stood still.

The kid with his cock in my throat came with a gush that filled my throat and mouth, and a little even dribbled out of my nose.

He withdrew and wiped his dripping cock on my face. He was immediately replaced by an older man, maybe thirty years old, who tied a cord around his balls and stuffed them into my mouth. He gripped my jaw with his left hand, forcing me to bite his balls, while he jacked off with his other hand.

I would have loved to be able to crush his balls between my teeth, or even better, bite them entirely off. Too bad the drugs kept me from moving!

As he neared his orgasm, he pulled his balls out of my mouth, got a good crushing grip on them, then shoved his spurting cock down my throat.

The kid who’d eaten my cock off was still pounding away in my ass, but it didn’t hurt so bad now, so it must be stretching.

A woman moved to my head and pushed my forehead towards the floor. She spread her legs a little, put two fingers into her pussy, and pissed a stream into my mouth.

I couldn’t move, and in the position I was in I couldn’t even spit or swallow.

When her bladder was empty, she held my mouth closed and pinched my nose so I had to swallow in order to breathe. After I got the mouthful of piss down, I retched and gagged, but even before I could catch my breath I had another cock in my mouth. This one was short and thin, but it made up for lack of size with endurance. The boy fucking my ass finally finished, but the guy who was forcing me to suck him off kept going and going.

The night seemed to go on forever, with cock after cock reaming my asshole, then moving on to cum in my mouth. I thought I was finally getting used to the taste of cum and shit.

I must have passed out after a while, because I found myself back in the bed I’d been using when I awoke.

Knowing it hadn’t been a dream before I even felt for my cock, I was still depressed to find that I had no sexual organs at all.

There was the expected gauze bandage covering a sutured wound, and there was also a small plastic tube sticking out.

‘To piss through’ I thought.

I was kept in bed for nearly a month, while I was fed various medications. By the time I was feeling well enough to be up and around, I noticed that my beard had stopped growing and my body hair was thinning rapidly.

I was also sore around my nipples, and I thought that my pectorals seemed to be swelling up.

I found out later that I’d been on a regimen of estrogen to suppress my male attributes and to grow natural breasts.

Birthday Girl was coming by daily with a big dildo, which she shoved into my ass, then after a while she had me take it as deep into my throat as I could.

Although I thought it didn’t matter any more, I was obviously being readied to be someone’s sex slave.

After several weeks – I’m not sure how long – Birthday Girl came to my room and escorted me to the living room.

She had me strip in front of a strange man, then later I was taken out to the garage and put into a big car with dark windows.

My life now is to stay in the background in my master’s house and to provide whatever services he or his guests might require.

I was asked if I would like to have a pussy made so I could pass as a woman, but I declined. I have no feelings one way or the other about sex, but I think what value I have stems from being a Nullo. To become a false woman would leave me with little value to anyone.

Once in a while I think back on my life before I went on that first stripper assignment.

Over all, I think I’m better off now, although I would have liked to have been able to avoid the agony of being castrated with a dull knife, then having my living cock eaten off my body.

The only advice I have for you is to remember always that you’re neither invincible nor immortal.

I fell into a group of powerful women who played on my male sexual drive to trap me into a position where they could do anything they wanted.

It began with forced cunnilingus, which I actually encouraged. While I was deep in my lust, they tied me down and forced me to eat pussy after pussy until I could hardly move.

Then, as a final act to satisfy their own lust, they had gathered around and watched while my balls were slowly hacked off.

After that, I didn’t much care what happened to me, which allowed them to set me up for de-cocking as entertainment at a party.

If I’d been more aware, or more mature, I might have seen what was happening in time to escape.

As it is, every night I replay Birthday Girl cutting off my balls and putting them into her mouth, then if I don’t awaken, I have to relive the horror of watching as my cock disappears an inch at a time down the throat of a teenaged boy who smiles as he chews.