The No Cock Club 7

I’m sitting in a darkened room, with my hands and feet tied to the chair. A ball gag is stuffed in my mouth. I can hear voices in the other room. Except for that, the only sound is the pounding of my heart.

Suddenly the door swings open, flooding the room with light. Two naked young men enter, each holding a knife. A blond boy, no more than 18 years old, rips my shirt open, popping the buttons off it. Then he takes the blade and begins shredding it until there’s nothing left of it. The other boy, darker and a little older perhaps, unbuckles my jeans and then proceeds to cut them off me.

Now I’m wearing nothing but socks and jockeys. The older boy kneels in front of me and carefully uses his knife to slice my underpants into ribbons. His face is now just inches from my cock and balls. He takes my penis in one hand, and with the other begins wrapping a thin leather strap around the base. It’s tight – very tight. The shaft begins to swell despite the pain. Soon my cock is pointing straight up, throbbing with each beat of my heart.

The two boys untie my hands and feet. “Don’t try to get away, asshole,” says the blond one, putting his knife against the side of my neck. They lift me out of the chair and guide me into the living room, each boy holding an arm.

The room is filled with naked young men, sitting on sofas and easy chairs, standing and leaning against the walls. Half of them look like they are still teenagers, the others in their early 20s. They are all attractive, even though none of them has a cock. Above his dangling balls, each has a small stub where his penis used to be.

I’m pushed into another straight-back chair, and my hands and feet are again tightly bound behind my back. My knees are spread far apart, leaving my genitals hanging over the edge of the chair. My cock remains rigid, the leather band trapping the blood inside the shaft.

“We’ve decided what to do with you,” says one of the young men. “There’s only one way to stop you from blackmailing us any more,” he said, lifting a small knife from the table. “We’re going to make you one of us.”

HOW I GOT HERE

It was two months ago that I stumbled into this mess. I was coming home from college on spring break. My parents were away on a vacation cruise, so I figured it would be just me and my baby brother in the house. But when the cab dropped me off, I got the shock of my life.

I could hear loud music and voices coming from inside the house. I figured my brother was having one of his wild parties, and since I was a day early he didn’t expect me to catch him. So I crept up to the window and peeked inside the living room to see what he was up to. My jaw dropped when I saw what was going on.

Inside were about a dozen boys, all of them naked. They were paired off, fucking and sucking away. My brother John was one of them. That was pretty shocking right there – I had no idea my brother was queer. But that wasn’t the biggest surprise of all. Some of these guys were fucking each other with strap-on cocks, not real ones. And the other boys were on their knees, performing oral sex on each other’s little stumps. Nobody in the room had a cock!

I watched for about 10 minutes, stunned, as the boys took turns fucking each other with rubber dicks and licking each other’s stumps. What was really mind-blowing was watching them cum – one by one, each guy would shoot a wad of semen from the tip of his stump.

Finally, I couldn’t take any more of it. I swung open the front door, as everyone in the room froze. “What the fuck is going on here??” I screamed. Everyone jumped up and grabbed his clothes, frantically trying to get dressed. But John just sat naked on the floor with a sick look on his face. A drop of cum oozed from the tip of his cock stub, and then dribbled down the front of his ballsack.

The other boys were out the front door in seconds, most of them half-dressed. John began to cry as I yelled at him. “What kind of sick shit is this, John? Who are these guys? And what the fuck happened to your dicks??”

John sobbed into his hands for a long time before he could speak. The story he then told me was unbelievable. I had stumbled onto the No Cock Club, a group of gay guys who had lost their dicks, some voluntarily, some forcibly. Every couple of weeks, they got together for group sex. Since our parents were almost always away, the club usually met at our house.

“Please Matt,” my brother begged me. “You can’t tell Mom and Dad about this!” I didn’t answer him right away, because my mind was working on a plan.

I was in trouble at college. My friends were heavy into partying and drugs. Before I knew it, I was broke spending all my money on ecstasy and cocaine. One of the reasons I was coming home was to beg our parents for more money. But I knew they’d probably refuse me and I’d have to drop out of school. I was fucked.

But now I saw a way out of my mess. “Okay, John, I won’t tell,” I told my brother. He started crying again, this time from relief. “But you’ve got to help me, too. I need some money, fast.”

“What do you mean? How much money?” he asked.

“At least a couple thousand dollars,” I said.

“Shit, there’s no way we can come up with that kind of cash!,” John said.

“You’ve gotta, John! I need the money. If you don’t get it from your friends, I’m gonna tell Mom and Dad what you’ve been doing here!”

That was all it took to convince my baby brother. He went to his fuck buddies and managed to get the $2,000. But a few weeks after I was back at college, the money was gone – spent on drugs and chicks. My tuition payment was coming up soon, and I was back where I started from.

“John, this is Matt,” I said on the phone from my dorm room. “I’m broke again. I need another $1,500.”

“Fuck, Matt!” he yelled. “We can’t pay that. How are we gonna find that much money?”

“I don’t give a shit!” I yelled back. “Steal it, work for it, whatever it takes. But if you don’t get it for me, Mom and Dad are gonna hear about your little club and your dickless friends.”

They found the money fast. Now I knew I had a good thing going. Every couple of months I was on the phone to my brother, and a few days later a bundle of cash came in the FedEx package. I had a good time that semester, with lots of sex and lots of drugs.

Christmas break came around, and I headed home to hit John and his buddies up for more money. I got there on a Friday night, and John let me into the house. “Where’s Mom and Dad,?” I asked him.

“They’re away until Sunday visiting friends,” he said. “Matt, we need to talk. We can’t pay you any more money. We’re broke.”

I got really mad. “Fuck that, John! You guys will just have to find the money. It’s either that or your little club is finished.”

John didn’t speak for a long time. “Okay, Matt, you win,” he said.

“Fuckin’ right I do,” I said, smiling at my victory. I knew they’d give in rather than have their perverted club exposed to Mom and Dad.

We sent out for pizza and drank a bottle of wine that evening, talking about nothing in particular. I thought the wine was really strong, because I began getting sleepy all of a sudden.

“Man, I’m beat,” I said to John. Suddenly, the room began spinning around. “Fuck, what’s wrong with me?”

“You just couldn’t stop, could you, Matt?” my brother said. “You had to keep fucking us over.”

“What are you talking about?” I said, trying to stand up. But I fell to my knees, the wine glass slipping from my hand. The last thing I remembered as I fell onto my back was the sight of John leaning over me, a small smile on his face.

THE INITIATION

My heart pounded as I watched as John lift the knife from the table. “There’s no other way to keep you from telling about the club, Matt,” he said. “If you’re in the club, you’ll keep the secret.”

Sweat poured off my face as John walked over to me, holding the sharp blade in his hand. He kneeled in front of my crotch, looking at my swollen penis, tightly bound in the black leather band. With his left hand, he grasped my cockhead to hold it straight up. With his other hand, he pressed the blade against the underside of my dick, just below the leather strap. My own brother was gonna cut off my cock!

“Since you’re my brother, we decided I had to do this. You’d never turn your own brother in to the police,” he said. Suddenly, a sharp sting went through the base of my cock. I looked down and saw blood dripping into the carpet. John had opened a small cut in my cock.

Tears poured from my eyes and I strained against the ropes holding my hands and feet in place. “This will be much easier if you sit still,” he said, pushing the knife against the gash. “It should only take a minute or two if you be quiet.”

John began moving the blade back and forth in a quick sawing motion. I screamed into my gag as the burning pain erupted in my cock. I thrashed around so much that two of the other boys had to run over and hold me.

John worked quickly. Every few seconds I opened my eyes and through my tears saw him cutting into my penis. His hands were soaked red. Blood was running down his chest, and dripping off the stump between his legs. The pain was unbelievable.

“It’s over, Matt,” he said. I opened my eyes and saw John holding my severed penis, the leather band still wrapped around its base. Blood dripped from the bottom of the shaft.

John and another boy wrapped bandages around what was left of my dick. “This will make you sleep, bro,” said John, sticking me with a hypodermic. The room went dark as I fell into a deep sleep.

I woke up hours later in John’s bed. “Oh fuck, it hurts,” I yelled, grabbing my bandaged crotch.

John came into the room and kneeled next to the bed. “Don’t touch yourself, Matt,” he said. “You gotta let your stump heal.”

I couldn’t stay in the house any longer. Even though I was dizzy and in terrible pain, I climbed out of bed and got some clothes out of my backpack. “Call me a taxi, you fuck!” I screamed at John. A half hour later I was on my way to the train station and then back to my college room.

The next couple of weeks were terrible. A few days after I got back, I took off the bandages and saw what my brother had done to me. A tiny little stub, no more than a half inch long, jutted out from my crotch. It was red and swollen.

I cried myself to sleep almost every night. My beautiful cock was gone! No woman would ever want to have sex with me again. I was so depressed, I even thought about killing myself.

A couple of months later, John called me and said he wanted to come over. I was still furious at him, even though deep down I knew I had brought it on myself. Blackmailing John and his friends was the dumbest idea I ever had, and I paid the price for it.

“Okay, you can come over. But it’s the last time we’re ever gonna see each other,” I told him on the phone. I meant it, too.

When John got there, my anger exploded. “How could you do this to your own brother?” I shouted.

John looked down at the floor. “Matt, I’m really sorry. But you gave us no choice. We couldn’t raise any more money. We had to find some way to stop you from telling Mom and Dad.”

I sat down on the couch and began to sob. “Don’t you understand? I’m not like you and your friends. I’m straight. My sex life is over forever!”

My body shook from crying. John came over and held me close. “You’re wrong, Matt,” he whispered in my ear. “I’m gonna show you that you’re wrong.”

He gently pushed me back against the sofa, and got down on his knees. John unbuckled my belt, and unzipped my jeans. Then he pulled down my jockeys. I was too shocked to say or do anything as he leaned forward and started licking my stump.

“John, don’t,” I said softly, but both of us knew I didn’t mean it. I began stroking his blond hair as he moved his tongue over and around my stub, wetting it with his saliva. It felt wonderful. Soon, I could feel my stub begin to swell and harden.

John wet his index finger and began feeling around for my asshole. “Ahhh,” I moaned as he slipped his finger inside me. My brother rubbed my prostate, sending surges of pleasure through my stub.

My breathing became faster as my excitement grew. John started sucking my stub, while he used his free hand to squeeze my balls gently. His finger continued to probe my prostate deep inside me. I never felt such sexual stimulation.

Suddenly, I could feel my orgasm starting. “Oh shit, Matt. I’m cumming!” I shouted, pushing his head down against my crotch.

For the first time since my penectomy, I came. A wad of cum spurted from the tip of my stump and into John’s mouth. He swallowed my semen, and then gently licked my stump as the rest of my cum dribbled from it. As my body went limp, he pulled his finger from my asshole, and smiled up at me.

“See, bro. It’s not the end of sex,” he whispered, putting his arms around me. “It’s just the beginning.”

That night, John taught me how to love another man. He lay on my bed and guided me as I learned how to give him pleasure. I enjoyed sucking his balls and licking his asshole. And when my brother spurted cum from his stump, I happily swallowed each drop of the salty fluid.

From that moment on, I was part of the No Cock Club. Every chance I got, I participated in their group sex. I loved sucking and fucking all the boys, and having them fuck my ass with strap-on dicks.

But nothing was a special as when I took my brother in my arms and made love to him. Nothing made me happier than watching his body tense as my finger touched his prostate, and feeling John’s semen hitting my tongue. I would kiss him gently and smile as his breathing slowed following his orgasm.

“I love you, bro,” he smiled up at me.

“I love you too, bro,” I would always answer.