Two teenage boys decide to have penectomies.
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Jason and me grew up together in suburb of a large Midwestern city. We were born in the same hospital, just two weeks apart. We started kindergarden together, and by the third grade we were best friends. Our mothers used to tease us because we spent all our time together. When we were 11 years old, we used to go out into the vacant fields behind our housing development. There was a pond there, and we used to try to catch frogs until the sun went down. Those were the best times. “We’re always gonna be buddies, Billy,” he said one day, as we sat in the high grass in the fading daylight. The smile he gave me at that moment is burned forever into my memory. “You bet, Jason,” I answered back. Then, embarrassed by our display of sentiment, he jumped on me and we began to wrestle, laughing and shouting. He was a little stronger than me, and managed to pin me down. “Say uncle!” he shouted. “No way!” I yelled back, trying vainly to free my arms. With a mischievous look, he took one hand and began tugging at my shorts. Before I could stop him, he had my shorts and underwear down around my ankle. He rolled off me, still laughing. I was totally embarrassed as Jason stared at my young penis, hanging limply over a small hairless scrotum. I sat up and fumbled with my shorts, trying to yank them back up. “Hey don’t, Billy,” he said. “You want to see mine?” Jason stood up and pulled his jeans and underwear down. It was the first time I had ever seen someone’s penis. He came over and sat next to me. “You can touch it if you want,” he said, taking my hand and putting it on his small dick. I liked the way it felt. Without thinking, I bent over and kissed it. I quickly looked up to see how Jason was reacting, and to my surprise he was still smiling. “Do that again. It felt good.” I leaned over again and pressed my lips against his small organ. Suddenly, it began to swell slightly in my hand. I kissed it again, and the dick continued to grow bigger, his cockhead peeking out from under the foreskin. “Mmmm, don’t stop,” Jason said, his eyes closed. Before long, his penis had grown to twice its size. Then I felt my own dick begin to stir. Both of our cocks were soon erect. Jason reached down and started rubbing my dick, just as I started stroking his. It felt wonderful! Before too long, both of us were jerking our hands up and down on the other boy’s shaft, faster and faster. “Oh shit!,” shouted Jason, and I felt something wet hit my hand. I looked down and saw a milky white liquid covering my fingers, and dripping from the head of Jason’s cock. “What’s that?” I yelled, yanking my hand away and wiping the sticky cum on my shirt. “God, that was great!” Jason said. “I’ve never felt anything like that!” I was still a little grossed out, but Jason leaned over took my dick in his hand and started kissing it. Before long, it was back to its full erect size. Jason began licking up and down the shaft, then took the head into his mouth and began to suck. The wet warmth of his mouth triggered a spasm, and the greatest surge of pleasure I had ever experienced flowed through my dick. “Yeah!” I yelled, as my young cock spurted over and over inside his mouth. When I opened my eyes, Jason was looking at my face, smiling and wiping a drop of cum off his lips. “We have to do that again. Tomorrow!” he said. Then he jumped on me and we wrestled, ending up with our arms tight around each other, giggling at our new discovery. Just as we had been all along, Jason and I were inseparable. But now a new element had entered our friendship. Every time we were alone, we slipped out of our shorts and sucked and jerked each other off. The first time he came in my mouth I was grossed out, but after awhile I started to like the taste. Jason slurped down my cum like it was the best thing he had ever tasted. We were incredibly happy. In a few years our bodies began to change. Jason shot up, becoming a striking looking teenager with brown hair and eyes. I was a little shorter than him, so he could still wrestle me to the ground. We made love every chance we could. One day, he showed me a book he had stolen from a bookstore, “The Joy of Gay Sex.” We read through it eagerly, looking at the stimulating pictures. “I want to try that,” he said, pointing to a drawing of a man putting his penis into another man’s asshole. We read the description of anal intercourse, and followed the instructions as best we could. Jason got a jar of Vaseline and coated his finger with the jelly, then rolled me onto my stomach and began smearing it around my anus. When he stuck his finger into me, my asshole tightened around it. But after awhile I started liking the feeling, and my rectum began to open up. “Here goes,” Jason said, and I felt something big pushing into my ass. “Oww! Stop! It hurts!” I yelled. Jason paused for a moment, leaving his cockhead buried just inside me. “Are you sure you want to stop, Billy? I’m almost all the way in you.” I took a deep breath and sighed. “Okay, but go really slow,” I answered. I didn’t want to disappoint my friend. Jason continued, and in a few seconds his cock was buried all the way in me. My ass was still hurting, but I loved the feeling of his body on top of mine, pinning me to the bed with his weight. Jason began moving his cock in and out of me, slowly at first, then faster. “Oh that’s so good,” he groaned, speeding up his thrusting. It wasn’t long before he let out a gasp, and collapsed on top of me, breathing hard. I felt his cock soften, and slide out of my ass. “That was so great,” he said, lying next to me. “I like that a lot.” I was glad I could please Jason. When I suggested I fuck him, though, he said he didn’t want to. So I just jerked off while he watched. After I shot my load, we lay together, my head on his chest. “I love you, Jason,” I whispered, as he stroked my hair and smiled. As we entered high school, Jason’s sexual desires began to change. Once when he was sucking me, he squeezed my balls so hard it hurt. “Shit, why did you do that?” I yelled, my erection wilting. “I dunno. I thought you’d like it,” he said. “I like to squeeze my balls sometimes when I jerk off.” Jason sometime asked me to be really rough with his cock, even using my teeth to scrape up and down his hard shaft, and nip at the head of his prick. He bought a thin leather strap and tied it really tight around the base of his penis, making it very hard and red while I sucked him off. Once he even asked me to take the strap and whip it against his hard dick. “Yeah, that’s good,” he said, “Do it harder!” I couldn’t believe how much he liked me to hurt his cock. In our junior year, Jason began looking at body modification websites. I didn’t find them stimulating, but Jason couldn’t get enough of them. He’d spend hours on the computer, jerking off. His favorite stories dealt with penectomies – guys getting their cocks cut off. When we had sex, he asked me to talk about cutting his dick off. It seemed to get him really hard, and he usually spurted his cum when I talked about using a knife to slice through his rod. These fantasies didn’t appeal much to me, but I loved Jason with all of my heart, and I’d do anything to make him happy. It didn’t bother me that he never let me fuck him, or that sometimes he didn’t care if I came after he got his rocks off. Just being together with him was enough for me. “Billy, you know what?” Jason said one day after he fucked me, cum still dripping from his cock. “I’ve been thinking a lot about those stories on the web. I think someday I’d like my cock to be cut off.” “What?! Are you serious?” I said. “Yeah, I am. The whole scene really turns me on,” he said. “I’ve even seen guys post stuff on the web saying they’ll cut the cocks off of anyone who pays them.” This blew my mind. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. It was one thing to have fantasies, but something else to really act on them. “Would you still love me if I didn’t have a cock?” Jason asked me. “You know I’d love you no matter what,” I answered. “But I hope you stop talking like this. It scares me.” But Jason didn’t stop talking about it. He was obsessed with getting a penectomy. He even started emailing guys on the web asking how much it would cost. Then he began talking about me getting one too. “That would be so awesome, Billy. We could have it done at the same time. Just like we’ve always done everything together.” At first, the thought horrified me. I couldn’t imagine losing my penis. I loved having sex, and I couldn’t stand the idea that I would never have another orgasm again. But Jason kept at me, telling me how it would make our love stronger, and bind us together forever. When I saw how much it meant to him, I began to waver. I wasn’t ready to say yes, but I couldn’t rule it out, either. Then came the day when we got our college acceptance letters in the mail. I was only able to get into a local college, but Jason was accepted at a university halfway across the country. For the first times in our lives, we were going to be separated. The idea tore me apart, and I sobbed myself to sleep every night for a week. “What’s going to happen to us when we don’t see each other every day?” I asked him, tears in my eyes. “You’ll find somebody else. You’ll forget all about me.” He didn’t respond for awhile. “I can’t make any promises, Billy. We’ll just have to wait and see.” His answer made my heart stop. I began sobbing uncontrollably. “I can’t lose you, Jason. We’ve been together our whole lives. I don’t know what I’d do with you.” My head was buried in his pillow. After a few minutes passed, Jason spoke again. “There’s one way we can make sure we’ll always be here for each other, Billy,” he said softly. “We can get the surgery done.” I lifted my tearstained face from the pillow. “What are you talking about?,” I asked. Jason wiped the tears off my cheek. “We can both have penectomies, Billy,” he said gently. “That way we’ll always come back to each other. Think of it – who else will understand why we did it? Who will want to have sex with us if we don’t have cocks, except you and me?” My head was spinning. I was torn between wanting to keep my cock, and wanting to keep Jason. But soon it became clear to me what I must do – I couldn’t lose Jason. I loved him too much. “All right Jason, I’ll do it,” I said. “Really?” he said, his eyes widening. “You mean it?” I couldn’t remember the last time I had seen Jason this happy. “Yes, Jason. If it means we can be together forever, it’ll be worth it. I can lose my cock, but I can’t lose you.” Jason threw his arms around me, laughing with joy. “Oh Billy, that’s so awesome. You won’t be sorry.” I was filled with joy, too, at the thought we would still be together. But the idea of having a penectomy was very scary. In the back of my mind, I hoped Jason would drop the idea. But the idea was now fixed in his mind. Jason spent hours surfing the web, looking for someone to do to surgery. He got frustrated and angry when his search came up empty. Our sex together now always included penectomy fantasies and penis torture. He always wanted me to tie up his cock with the leather strap, and insert small objects into his pisshole. A few times he tried to do the same to me, but I told him to stop. A few weeks later, Jason saw a posting on a penectomy website that made him very excited. “Billy, this guy lives in the city!” he said excitedly. “We could have it done right near us.” A feeling of dread filled my heart. It always seemed like losing my cock was just a fantasy, but now the reality of it started to come into focus. My love for Jason, though, was stronger than my fear. I knew right then that I would go through with it to keep Jason with me forever. Our 18th birthdays were only a few weeks away, and college would begin only a month after that. Jason and I agreed that we would get our penectomies as soon as possible. He made arrangements with the cutter to perform the operations a week before his birthday. The fee was high, but Jason’s parents were affluent and he had saved up quite a bit in his bank account. We told our parents we were going on a 2-week trip before school started, since we were going to be separated for the first time in our lives. They said they understood, and wished us a good time. The night before our penectomies, Jason was very excited about losing his cock, and insisted on me hurting his penis. “This is my last chance, Billy. Please do what I want.” Before the night was over, I had pierced half a dozen pins through his foreskin, pushed a wide knitting needle several inches into his piss hole, and whipped his hard cock repeatedly with the leather strap. He enjoyed every bit of it, and sprayed a huge wad of cum across his chest. We lay together afterwards, unable to sleep. I tried to keep my fears under control, reminding myself that after today, Jason and I would be joined together forever. The next morning, we shaved each other’s crotches, as instructed by the cutter. I was filled with sadness as I watched Jason finish scaping the hair from my genitals, knowing that in only a few hours my penis would no longer be there. We arrived at the cutter’s house, carrying overnight bags. My heart pounded as a man in his 30s opened the door, and invited us in with a smile. His name was John, and he showed us around the house. “Here’s the recovery room,” he said, pointing out the two beds that we would be using during our time there. John took us into the operating room he had created in his garage. The sight of the table, sitting high off the floor with leather straps dangling, filled me with dread. We were taken into another bedroom by John. “Please take off your clothes and put on these gowns,” he said. After we had both complied, John asked, “Now, which of you wants to go first?” Neither one of us spoke at first, but finally I said I wanted to be first. “Very well, Billy,” John said. “Let’s all go into the operating room now.” Jason sat down on a chair while John guided me to the operating table. After removing my gown, I hopped up onto the cold metal surface. “Lie down, please, with your arms above your head,” John said. He attached leather straps around my wrists, securing them tightly. My feet were lifted into metal stirrups, and straps secured around my ankles. Two more straps were tied around my chest. I was immobile. John placed a pillow under my butt, raising my crotch higher. He scrubbed my penis with a disinfectant, then inserted a long thin tube into my dick. It hurt as he pushed it deeper inside me. Then I saw yellow liquid slowly emerging from my cock, pushing up the tube. He attached the end of the tube to a collection bag that was hanging from a metal pole. “Okay, Billy, I’m going to begin the penectomy now. This is going to hurt a lot, because I’m not using any anesthestic.” I was filled with fear, my heart pounding wildly. The reality of losing my cock struck home full force. “Please, I’ve changed my mind. Don’t do it!,” I begged. “I’m sorry, Billy, but there’s no turning back now,” John said, picking a metal scalpel from a tray. “Many boys say they want to stop, but afterwards they’re always glad I didn’t.” I began straining against the straps, but I couldn’t move. “It’ll be much better if you don’t do that, Billy. I’ll be able to finish my job faster,” John scolded. Tears began flowing from my eyes as John grasped my flaccid penis and lifted it straight up. “Oh please, don’t cut me!” I pleaded, but John ignored me. He took the point of the instrument and pushed it into the base of my cock. White hot pain jolted through me. “Oh shit, oh shit!!” I cried. I shook wildly as he sliced around the circumference of my cock. From the corner of the room, I could see Jason staring at the procedure, his eyes wide. John dug deeper and deeper, each cut bringing a new flash of searing pain. It only took a few minutes, but it seemed to last forever. “It’s over, Billy,” he said. I opened my eyes and saw him holding my penis in his hand. He placed it on my chest, and began suturing the gaping wound in my crotch. I continued sobbing as John finished his work. The sight of my cock sitting on my chest made me even more frantic. How could I have agreed to do this? But when I looked over and saw Jason again, I was reassured. It would be worth it, I reminded myself, when Jason and I were lying together again, dickless and bound together forever. John injected me with a hypodermic. “This will make you sleep now, Billy.” You’ll feel much better about all this before long.” I drifted into unconsciousness, Jason’s face the last thing I saw. I awoke hours later in a drug-induced haze, lying in a bed. I was aware of a throbbing in my crotch, and looked down to see a catheter snaking from a hole in the middle of the bandaged area. I then turned my head, expecting to see Jason in the other bed, but I was alone! The other bed was untouched! “Jason! Where are you?” I cried. “He’s gone, Billy,” John said, entering the room. “What do you mean,” I said, tears flowing down my cheeks. “He changed his mind, Billy. After seeing what happened to you, he couldn’t go through with the penectomy. I’m sorry.” I was filled with grief and anguish. How could he do this? My penectomy was all his idea! I never would have thought of going through with it without him. I couldn’t stop sobbing. “You need to rest, Billy,” John said, injecting me again with a hypodermic. Once again I drifted off to sleep. The next day, Jason came to visit. “I’m sorry, Billy. I just couldn’t do it,” he said, holding my hand. “But you wanted so much for both of us to lose our cocks,” I said, tears flowing again. “You said it would mean we’d be together forever.” Jason looked down at the floor. “We will be together forever, Billy. You’ll see!,” he said. The next week was a difficult one, as I recovered from my penectomy in John’s house. It was hard to take when he removed my bandages for the first time, and I could see that only a small hole remained where my cock once was. John led me to the toilet and waited as I sat on the seat, watching as a stream of urine dribbled from the swollen opening above my scrotum. I began to cry once again. Jason came to visit me a lot when I came home to my apartment. After I began to heal, I hoped we could start having sex again. During one visit, we stripped off our clothes and climbed into bed. But when Jason saw my dickless crotch, it was obvious he was disgusted. “I don’t think this is a good idea, Billy,” he said, putting his clothes back on. I was devastated. A month later, Jason left for college on the other side of the country. “I’ll come visit you real soon, Jason,” I said, my arms around him. “Sure, Billy. That’ll be great,” he said. But the tone of his voice filled me with apprehension. I felt that I was losing the love of my life. I called Jason on the phone several times over the next few week, but he never seemed to be in his room. I became frantic and decided to fly out to visit him. I bought a plane ticket and hurried to the airport. The flight took a few hours, and my heart was pounding the whole time. When I knocked on Jason’s dormitory room door, it swung open and revealed a handsome, shirtless blond boy. “Is Jason here?” I asked. “Jason! Somebody’s here for you!,” he shouted. Jason came out of the bathroom wearing only his jockeys. “Billy, what are you doing here?” he said, totally surprised. “Aren’t you glad to see me?” I asked, but Jason looked uncomfortable. “Look Billy, this was a bad idea. I should have talked to you before you came.” Tears began to well up in my eyes as Jason told me who the blond boy was. “Steve and I aren’t roommates, we’re boyfriends. We met at class orientation, and we’re a couple. I’m sorry, Billy. It’s over between us.” I was totally stunned. “It’s can’t be! You said we’d be together forever!” I cried. “Well, we’re not gonna be. I’m sorry Billy. But that’s the way it is.” I wept on the plane all the way back home. Now I was alone, and no man would ever want a dickless boy as his lover. All my hopes had crashed and burned. It was the worst day of my life, even worse than the day I lost my cock. A few weeks later, Jason came back to town, and arranged to over to my apartment to pick up some of his things. “Hi Billy, how are you?” he said, as I let him into my place. “Okay, I guess. How are things at school?” He looked a little uncomfortable. “They’re going really well,” he responded. “And how are things with Steve,” I asked. “I hope you two are having lots of mind-blowing sex.” My anger surprised Jason. “As a matter of fact, we are, Billy. We fuck like crazy every day. It’s the best sex I’ve ever had,” he sneered. “I’m so glad to hear that, Jason. It’ll give you something to remember.” Jason didn’t hear John come up behind him, and by the time he felt the prick of the hypodermic, it was too late. His eyes closed and he slumped to the floor. When Jason awoke, he saw that he could neither move nor speak. His hands and arms were strapped down to my bed, and a ball gag was securely in place. He was naked, and a catheter was snaking from his cock. With a look of horror, he saw John standing nearby, pulling on a pair of surgical gloves. “What’s wrong, Jason?” I said. “I thought you always wanted your cock cut off.” Jason thrashed wildly, his screams muffled by the gag. John picked up a scalpel from a steel tray and pressed the blade against the base of Jason’s penis. He began slicing around the shaft, ignoring Jason’s cries and whimpers. “You should always finish what you begin, Jason,” I said, walking over and placing the severed penis on his chest. I stroked Jason’s hair as he sobbed. “We always did everything together. Now we won’t ever have to be apart again,” I told him, kissing him gently on the cheek. -END-