The Trespassers

"I haven't got anything to do Friday. We could drive out there to see it," Adam said. I shrugged.

"I haven't got anything either. I'm up for it," I agreed.

So that Friday the three of us headed out there. Joey lived just over an hour from where we went to school so it didn't take long. He pointed out his old high school and some placed he'd put graffiti on walls and stuff. It was kinda neat and all but we were all wanting to get out to the weird sculpture thing.

For that we had to head a little bit out of town, so we ate at some fast food place and headed out there. By this point it was nearly midnight and we were out in the sticks, so didn't figure there'd be anybody around to see us. I parked the car down at the bottom of a hill and off the road a little so nobody could see it, and we started up the hill, passing all manner of 'Keep Out' signs.

The weirdness began almost immediately. Stapled to trees along the county road were pieces of notebook paper. They had letters on them, one each, but some of them had gotten wet and ran so we couldn't read them. The others put together didn't make sense, no matter what we put in the wet ones' spaces.

We headed up the hill on a gravel road, trying to be quiet. At the top was a rusted old cow-gate, the ones that swing open and have the grille beneath it so cow hooves get stuck. We made it around there okay and it opened up a bit to a clearing with all these twisted pieces of metal sticking out of the ground. "This is fucking bizarre," Adam muttered.

"No shit," I whispered back. Joey looked at us with his finger to his lips and motioned us around the metal stuff. The weeds and trees grew around but behind them there was a break in them and a small path led off through the brambles and high grass. We didn't have any flashlights and the branches overhead blocked out the moonlight, making it really dark. Through the branches we could see the silhouette of the guy's house, a lurching two or three story job. The only light we could see what a little red dot that might have been a doorbell or a security system. We took extra care to be quiet.

Just as we came out of the darkness we saw it. It was at least twelve feet high, like some gigantic skeleton spread out - arms out like a t. It only went to the end of the spine - no pelvis or anything, and the head was this giant horned cow skull. It even had hands and fingers. Something was written on the inside of the ribcage but we couldn't tell what it was.

I climbed up near it to try and get a better look, and just as I got up to it we heard a voice behind us say, "Can I help you, boys?"

I nearly had a simultaneous coronary and lump in my undies. 'Shit!' I thought to myself, and turned around slowly. Whoever it was shined a flashlight in my face and I just froze. I blinded me and I couldn't even see Adam or Joey.

"Did you three somehow miss the 'Keep Out' signs? Or do you not read English?" It was a man's voice, deep and authoritative. "Well? Are you all mute, too?"

"Ummm..." Joey stammered. "Uh, well, we were doing this project for class, and..."

"Riiiiight..." the guy cut him off. "So you decided to do your research uninvited and in the middle of the night?"

"Well, um...uh..." Joey continued to make a fool of himself.

"I think you boys had better come inside. Now."

I wanted to run but couldn't. My legs kept telling me to run to the car but I couldn't make myself do it - something in my head told me to obey him. Besides, what if he had a shotgun or something too? And so what if I did - if the other two didn't we'd still be caught, and they looked like they were just following him inside.

The guy flicked on the light to the house and my eyes started to adjust. It wasn't as bad on the inside - a little spartan but not dingy or anything. The place was spotlessly clean. There were two other guys there, too, both pretty big men. They looked like they'd been in bed; both were pretty groggy and one didn't have a shirt on. He was pretty well-built, which didn't help my desire to run much.

The guy with the light was pretty huge too, big and least six foot five. He had a pretty thick five o' clock shadow and hairy arms - a sharp contrast to the other two, who were clean-cut and smooth. His eyes were a bright blue color that gleamed even in the dim light. He wore jeans and a plaid jacket. I was relieved to see he didn't have a gun, at least. I wondered if the other two were his kids or something. He didn't look old enough to have kids as old as they were but behind that beard you never knew.

The guy opened a door to some stairs down and turned on the light. The other two herded us down there like sheep. My instincts were still telling me to run but my legs just kept going down the stairs. It was warmer down here, a little steamy even. I was the last one down, with the shirtless guy breathing on my neck the whole way.

Down at the bottom it was almost creepier. The basement was spacious and brightly lit, and stuffed creatures of all sorts littlered the walls and floors - there was a bear in the corner, deer heads on the walls, and squirrels in amusingly fierce postures on little stands along one wall. Birds, an alligator, mammals of all sorts, everywhere. In the middle of the room was a large butcherblock table with bloodstains on it, along with a jar of glass eyes and all sorts of embalming and taxidermy tools. This was getting really scary.

The guy led us through to a door in another part of the basement, and from outside the room looked kinda homey - I could see a fireplace burning in the corner and some comfy chairs. I could see books lining the walls - it was like a little den. When I entered the room I nearly passed out - all over the place were what I first thought were sculptures of men - holding electric torches, a table with a guy holding a platter while kneeling over. On either side of the door two naked guys held big medieval looking axes. A second look told me they were just like the other animals out in the basement - skins, stuffed and mounted. There were at least ten of them, naked as the day they were born and standing or kneeling or whatever rigidly.

At this point I really thought I was going to die.

The guy sat down in one of the comfy chairs and started to take his boots off. The other two stood at attention by the now closed door, trying to intimidate us by puffing out their chests and flexing their arms. It worked.

"Now boys, trespassing is a very serious offense. If a man can't have his privacy then what does he have, hmm?" He pulled off his socks, revealing hairy feet. "Now as I see it, I have three choices here." He started to unbutton his shirt, showing the musculature in his torso. His chest was fuzzier than the rest of him, covered in a thick black pelt. "First, I could let you go, but then you boys wouldn't learn anything, would you?"

We stood there, riveted to the floor. Nobody said anything.

"You see around you other boys who trespassed here in the past." He pulled off his undershirt. He looked like he might have been forty or something but damn this guy was in fucking awesome shape. "You could join them." He bent over to drop his pants and stood again, wearing boxer-briefs that perfectly outlined his cock, now swollen and nearly erect. "But then, I have enough decorations already."

I couldn't keep my eyes off the man, afraid that if I did then he'd gut me or something, but I sure as hell didn't want to become part of his collection. "Or," he shoved his underwear down, allowing his cock to spring free. I got an instant inferiority complex - the thing looked like it was a foot long and hard as a rock. "You can all take your clothes off and I'll just give you the standard treatment."

I didn't even think, but just started pulling off my shirt. It looked like the other two felt about the same way. They were probably going to rape us or something, but even that sounded better than being dead. My heart was racing and I was breathing heavily, scared out of my mind. I took my clothes off, moving slowly, afraid that they'd interpret a sudden move incorrectly and shoot me or something.

"Now why don't you boys just stand there right like that for a few minutes?" I just kept staring right ahead. My fear was beginning to subside, strangely enough, and I began to feel a lot calmer. The other two guys came into my field of vision and all three of them kneeled down in front of me. The older guy put two fingers on my foreskin and pulled it back.

"Nice head on this one. Keepin' it covered always makes 'em nicer." The other two men seemed to agree. Next he took my balls in his hand and rolled them around a little, feeling their weight and size. "Balls're pretty big too." They went to Andy and gave him the same inspection. "Dick's big enough to be proud of," the guy remarked. "Pretty average in the nut department, though," and finally on to Joey: "Now here's a kid begging for the treatment if I ever saw one. Balls the size of peanuts and a dick like a cocktail wiener." I had seen Joey in the shower once, and while I wouldn't have been that harsh, he was a lot smaller than I was. I never heard anybody complain about him, though - he'd the endurance of camel if the noises I heard coming through the walls every weekend were any indication.

"Follow me, boys." The guy walked back out to the dead animals room. Now totally calm, I just turned around and followed him out like I was in a trance or something. It felt like my brain had shut off. "Get up on the table and lie down."

I just hopped up and flipped over, staring at the rafters in the ceiling. The shirtless guy moved me around some to position me, pulling me so my legs were hanging off the table's edge, then pulling them apart and raising them high in the air. He put my feet in stirrups and bent my legs, so it was like I was sitting on a stool, but on my back. My cock lay hard against my abs and my balls hung down between my legs.

"I'm thinkin' we give that'n the usual, that'n a permanent stiffie, and that'n a smoothie." Permanent stiffie? Smoothie? I wondered who was getting what - and what the usual was. "You two kin have those while I work on this one."

I figured out pretty soon that I was one of 'those' as the shirtless guy came to me. I couldn't see him below his waist but it looked like he dropped his pants and then wham! he was in me. I'd never been fucked before - even with guys I'd always been the top - and Jesus did it hurt. In and out and in and out, the guy felt like he was ten inches long and about as big around. He pushed farther and farther in, and then he hit my prostate. I'd never felt anything like that in my entire life. It both hurt and felt great, but as awful as it was, whenever he pulled out I just wanted him to be thrusting again, hitting that special spot. He came in me, filling my ass with warm goo. It felt like I really had to shit, and when he pulled out I felt almost empty.

He walked over to a bucket and washed his cock off, then came on got up on the table. His cock looked around eight inches, with big ol' dangly balls, shaven as bare as the rest of him looked to be. His cock was still hard as a rock as he rubbed it on my lips. I knew to open my mouth, and he inserted it slowly in, taking the rhythm slowly. I started to get it and he began pushing a little further and further. His cock felt strange - not just that it was in my mouth, but the texture of it was weird. I pressed down on it with my lips and it felt stiffer than normal flesh. Even stranger, there was a crease up the underside all the way along the shaft. I pressed my tongue onto it and managed to actually push my tongue up into it! It was like a seam...the guy moaned, clearly liking it. I wiggled my tongue around in there and pressed up against something hard...like a plastic rod. Was his cock plastic? The skin was real - that part felt real, and he could obviously feel it. Maybe that was why it was so big. Suddenly I hoped I was the one getting the permanent stiffie - if they were making my cock bigger that would be surely better than a 'smoothie' or whatever the usual was.

I sucked him off until he came again. At that point he climbed back off of me and washed us both off, then brought some shaving implements over and started to lather up my pubic hair. I still had a monster erection, which the guy moved around as it suited him. He shaved my genitals and lower belly hair off, then went for my perineum, going especially slowly on that last part...thankfully. I noticed that the older guy was done with Joey and had started doing whatever he was doing to Adam.

The guy who'd been fucking me went over to look at Adam and whatever the older man was doing to him. I had been told to lie there so didn't turn my head at all. I actually felt pretty nice by this point - sexually spent and completely calm, just content to lie there. I might have dozed off or maybe just been zoning, but it didn't seem like I had to lie there very long before the older guy came over to me, the other two in tow. I wondered if I was going to get fucked up the ass again. I kinda hoped they would.

Sadly that was not the case. The older guy pointed down near my groin. "Now we're gonna make the first cuts here. That'll get his balls off. After that we make the initial cuts here," he moved his hand, "and here, and then down along here like this. Then it's just a tuck, some ligature and some sewing and he'll be all done."

The other two guys got all the surgical tools ready. I didn't really feel like moving. I knew they were about to castrate me and do who knows what else but I didn't really care too much. Just lying there felt so nice...even when the knife went into my scrotum I didn't really feel like moving.

My cock sure got hard again, though. By the time the older man had finished taking my nuts off I was about to spew again. I wondered what it would be like once I was castrated. Should I get hormones or something? I never really knew much about stuff like that, but then, I'd never really needed to think about it before. Would I still be able to have sex? Could I keep my sex drive up? Would I stay in shape or get all flabby? I wasn't really sure.

I felt a shot that numbed me, and then they went to work. They stayed down there for awhile, and I couldn't see what they were doing. There was a fair amount of blood and I felt pretty woozy, whatever it was, but eventually it passed and they washed me off.

They had us all stand up and walk to a mirror against the sidewall to see for ourselves what they'd done. It felt funny to walk with my midsection numb but I managed. I was the last to the mirror.

Joey got the smoothie. They had castrated him and removed his penis - all that was left was a little line of stitches. Andy had a cock, and what a cock - it was huge, way bigger than when I'd seen it before. The thing had to be ten inches, maybe a foot, hard as a rock. I could see two lines of stitches on the underside of his dick going from the front all the way back to where his scrotum used to be. That meant I got 'the usual.'

I stepped up to the mirror and looked in. At first I thought they had made me like Joey, but then, right at the root of where my penis had been, I could see that it wasn't a row of stitches but a slit of some kind. Had they given me a sex change or something? I hoped not.

"Put your clothing on," the man ordered, so we did. I was getting a little woozier. The guy marched us single file back down to the car. "Drive straight home and go to bed," he ordered us.

When I woke up the next day I reached down to my crotch for a tug or two at my morning wood, my usual routine, and couldn't find it. Everything that had happened the night before came rushing back, and I threw the covers off to see what they had done to me.

My genitals were gone, and in their place was a double row of stitches with a slit between them. What had they done? My testicles were definitely gone, but I could feel something inside where the slit was. I put a finger down it. The pain was intense, but so was the pleasure. The opening didn't look like a vagina, though - just a slit.

I wrapped a towel around myself and went out to the living room to see if Joey and Adam were up yet. Adam was. He was sitting in the living room naked with a giant hardon watching the porn channel and jerking off. I walked up to him and he looked at me. "It won't go down," he said in a plaintive voice.

"At least you still have one." I took the towel off and showed him what they had done to me.

"Holy shit," he whispered, and pumped his cock a few more times. I sat down next to him and put my head in my hand, wishing this was just some weird dream. Adam was still jacking off next to me. "They cut our balls off. I can't believe they cut our balls off."

"I can't either, Adam," I said, a little annoyed.

"Oh, no, it really wasn't a dream," Joey said from behind us. We turned to see him in the hallway, completely naked, his groin bare of anything - no slit, no dick, just that short little line of stitches. Seeing him turned me on a little, and I could feel something in my groin. The area around the slit was bulging a little and it was tighter, and I realized what they had done to me. Somehow they had turned my cock inside out and stuffed it inside me, making a fuckhole out of it.

But Joey...Joey didn't have anything. When he healed up he'd be totally smooth.

Andy moaned again lightly as some cum dribbled weakly out of the end of his dick. "It still won't go down!" he moaned, and slumped back into the couch. Joey sat down in a chair facing the television, and we all just sat there for a good half hour, lost in our thoughts.

I was disturbed by Joey, crying softly in the chair, his head in his hands and elbows on his knees. I didn't know what to say to him - Adam still had his dick, I had, well, something - he didn't have anything.

The rest of the day we just all lay around the house wallowing in our misery. Oddly enough I think I felt the best of us - I remember almost wanting to be castrated, looking forward to what had happened to me while they did whatever it was they did to us to make us obey them. Frankly, it still turned me on a little bit.

Adam kept freaking out and made me feel his dick. It did feel weird - stiff and spongy. We figured they had implanted something in him to make him permanently erect. I told them what I had figured out about myself, and Joey was pretty obvious. The two of us even had new pissholes between our legs.

Sunday we were all a little better. Adam was looking to the bright side of things - at least he still had a dick, and man, what a dick. I was happy to have something, but who the hell would I ask to fuck me in my new hole? Joey just stayed in bed or in front of the TV.

School started as usual on Monday, and we decided not to tell anyone but maybe doctors what had happened to us. We all made appointments to make sure we didn't get infections or anything, and class went as normal - I think we all went just to get our minds off what had happened to us. Adam seemed fine now with his modifications, but Joey just looked more depressed.

Things really sucked when the hot flashes started hitting us. Adam freaked out because he wasn't horny anymore and had a really hard time cumming. For Joey and me they were just really uncomfortable.

My appointment with the doctor was on a Wednesday. He freaked when I dropped my shorts. After he calmed down and I convinced him not to call the police or the psycho ward he actually looked at me. The stitches were fine, he said, and he confirmed that my cock had been split open and implanted back in inside out. The stitches were self-dissolving and would fall out or be reabsorbed in a few weeks, so he just gave me some antibiotics and a prescription for testosterone. The patches would keep my hormone levels at pre-castration volume, so he said I'd still get horny and not lose any muscle mass. Even better, they'd stop the hot flashes.

Andy also got a prescription for the hormone but Joey didn't - he didn't see the point. The funny thing was, after a week or two had gone by and his sex drive was dead he actually felt a lot better about things. He was even smiling and making jokes. I, on the other hand, was about to die for a fuck. I didn't hurt anymore and the stiches had just about all disappeared. I picked the others out in the shower.

I could masturbate with difficulty but it was time-consuming and hard. I realized that what I really needed was just a good hard fuck, but who could I ask?

Adam had taken to walking around the house and was clearly proud of his new cock. I think he kind of pissed of Joey, showing it off all the time and all, but was happier than a pig in shit - at first. By the time Joey and I had all healed up he was climbing the walls with sexual frustration. Masturbation can only take you so far, and he was too embarrassed to get some ass and thereby reveal his lack of nuts.

The solution finally became clear to me. Adam couldn't fuck anybody else and neither could I, but now we had the right equipment to, well, fuck each other. How to break it to him, though?

The time presented itself the next weekend. Joey was sleeping late with a hangover, and when I got up Adam was jacking off to the porn channel again. I walked in without a towel and sat down next to him. "Jesus, I need a fuck," I muttered.

He looked over at me. "You're telling me." I glanced down at my groin and then back up at him. He looked down and then back up too. "You're kidding," he said.

"It's the only way, dude."

He looked back down at it. He slowly reached for my crotch and I settled myself a little better. He put a finger in and wiggled it around. My brain exploded - the pleasure was so intense I saw stars and had trouble even breathing.

"It's that good?" All I could do was nod breathlessly. "Okay then..."

He got up on his knees over me and I slid down the couch under him. "This doesn't make us gay, does it?" he asked.

"I don't know what we really are anymore."

"Good enough, I guess," he remarked, and then went in. I made him go slow because the hole was still tight and his cock was so big, but I have never felt anything like that before. When I had fingered myself in the shower it felt good but I had never made it down to where my cockhead was, and when he his that...I almost passed out it was so intense.

He fucked me in and out and in again, and came in just a few minutes. After about thirty seconds breathing time we went at it again, and again. Joey walked out halfway through the third one and just laughed. "I wondered when you two would figure that out."

Well, we are film students so I guess I'll give you the happy ending. Adam and I ended up together. Making the transition from best friends to lovers turned out to be pretty easy, and when he got over his fear of being gay or whatever we even started doing oral pleasure. Eventually I learned to take it from him in the ass.

Joey developed this weird fascination with Andy's dick and jacked him off a few times before he decided he was sick of being neuter. He had started to get bitch tits too, so got onto a testosterone regimen. Before long he was back in shape, happy, and dating a guy who loved having a boyfriend with no dick. He even got an A on his film project.