Thecia’s email was a Publisher-designed fancy electronic invitation to a bachelorette party she was hosting for a younger friend. It even included a hotel address in Monterrey, Mexico, date and time, and this fact alone caused me to pull off the highway. Then I read “the” sentence, the life-changing words appearing only on my invitation and not the others, obviously. “As the sole male guest, your role will include naked servitude for the duration of the event, culminating in the removal of your scrotum by the winner of a scavenger hunt.”

After obsessing over a sleepless Friday night of excessive masturbation, I shuffled over to my computer and responded to her email. “I’ll be there.” I finally slept and upon awakening, her reply was terse. “Until the party you may have as much sex as you wish, but you may not cum. One week prior, stop having sex and get blood work. Bring a printed lab report showing no STDs. If you have an STD, we have a second male lined up to replace you.” And that was it. I heard from her no more. I spent the next six weeks looking up fuck buddies, going down on them and fucking them every which way, but true to Thecia’s word I did not permit myself a single orgasm. I stopped, got a clean lab result, packed a bag and hopped a flight to Dallas. From there I rented a car and crossed the border into Mexico, driving until I found the hotel.

Since I’d never met her I had no clear image of her appearance, only mental images I had formed based on her description. In the hotel bar I was sipping a Patrone Silver tequila when a petite Caucasian female with gorgeous eyes sat beside me and shot me a glance. I said, “Is it you?” She nodded. Immediately I took in every appealing inch of her. Head to toe, she exceeded my most detailed fantasies. She ordered a tequila and after a long silence, she spoke.

“We rented the biggest meeting room on the third floor for our party. The room is divisible in half with a retractable wall. For the duration of the party you will remain in one side of the room. Party guests will visit you, and eventually we’ll retract the divider and you will be the sole focus of the event. After the party I and another will bring you to your room and minister to your every need for the next seventy-two hours. But for now, stop drinking and lead me to your room. We need you completely awake and aware. Is this the only drink you’ve had?” I nodded. I had had two sips of a single shot. She blinked, satisfied. “OK, let’s get you prepped.”

Up in my room we spoke few words. I needed no instruction to strip completely naked. Thecia was equipped and prepared, shaving me smooth from my navel to upper thighs missing not even a wisp of perineal peachfuzz. Still on my back on towels in the bathroom, she completely filled a large black four-quart enema bag with warm water, then lubed and inserted a large silicone double balloon nozzle with hose connectors cinching it tightly inside me with hand pumps. I considered asking why the enema but the quiet exchange forbade it. After about two quarts I started to cramp and reach down trying in vain to yank out the apparatus; she quickly undressed and wriggled down upon my face while gently massaging baby oil onto my distended lower abs. She looked and tasted absolutely perfect as her delicate mouth sucked in my cock just beneath the head until she could take no more in. There was no need to tell me not to cum, I knew the rules and had gone weeks without release. It was maddening to muster such control however by that point I was used to doing it. When the bag was empty I was yelling into her fragrant, thin moist folds; she deflated the silicone fists, removed the tubing and left the room while I expelled. She repeated the enema four times until I ran clear. She started a shower and led me into it, which helped ease the cramping still deep in my intestines while she gently washed me from head to toe. After drying me and smoothing in moisturizer, she placed a thick white Turkish terry robe around me and cinched up the self belt. She placed two hotel slippers before me into which I slipped my feet. Then she led me to a large overstuffed chair just large enough for us both, and curled up naked on my lap.

“Are you absolutely certain you want to go through with this?” she asked, looking up at me. I glanced at her then closed my eyes. “Once we leave this room and enter the party room there’s no turnin’ back,” she said with a trace of Texas accent. “It’s going to hurt. A lot. You’ll have the sexual experience of a lifetime for sure, but you’ll also experience real torture for the first time,” she said, pausing. “I wouldn’t want this for myself under any circumstances.”

I had wrestled with all of those thoughts during one sleepless night and had made my decision. After making eye contact I kissed her forehead. She raised her mouth to meet mine. We kissed until I was rock hard beneath her. “Yes. I want to go through with this. But with one condition,” I said, looking deeply into her eyes. “I don’t care who ‘does it.’ I do want my last cum to land inside you, into one of your openings. Promise me this.”

She smiled. “I promise.” Taking my hand she pulled me standing. At that point I felt simultaneously relaxed and yet more nervous than I had ever felt. Still holding my wrist she led me to the elevator and down to the third floor. The next twenty yards seemed like miles; as if an electric chair, firing squad or gallows stood waiting at the end. What the fuck am I doing?- I thought, images of me breaking away and running back to the elevator plagued me. I’m sure she picked up on it, for gently I felt her hand slip into my robe, gliding over my swelling cock like silk. She encircled both my cock and scrotum with her fingers, gently tugging me into the room. The door slammed shut behind me. My eyes fell upon two fashionably-dressed females in dresses and designer peep-toe pumps each holding leather wrist restraints dangling from the ceiling. Between them sat a very large red plastic bucket. Wondering how the door slammed I turned and behind me stood two tall, well-dressed girls each holding a cake-cutting knife. Some switch clicked in my head and I bolted for the door and, just as my hands fell upon the door latch, one of the girls deftly came behind me, holding the knife point against my neck while the other grabbed my cock and pinched her knife hard up against the base of my cock. I froze, breathing heavily. Thecia brushed aside the younger female holding a knife to my penis and replaced the knife with her coaxing little fingers. “Shhhh. Now what’s all this? You’re a big boy. And you know the deal. Once in, you have to go through with it and well son, you’re all in now.” She motioned to the girls and they each grabbed one of my arms while Thecia encircled my genitals again, tugging me over to scene position.

The two girls standing in the center of the room buckled my wrists and winched my arms taut over my head while the other two separated my legs, feet flat on the floor, ankles buckled to a spreader bar. Bright fluorescent lights made me self-conscious as I hung there stark naked on display for these five exceptionally dressed and beautiful young females. One girl clip-clopped across the marble floor and clicked a light switch, bathing the room in red light. Another had slipped out but now reappeared, struggling to push a wheelbarrow filled with smooth fist-sized stones which she parked behind me. The girl by the light switch pushed a button and the room filled with loud industrial dance music. Another pushed a small table over beside me and covered it with a red cloth; Thecia released my genitals and reached into a bag under the table. I watched her place enormous strap-on dildos, long smooth metal rods of increasing thicknesses, lube, a small leather parachute device with heavy chains and hooks attached; and finally, a long bejeweled dagger. Suddenly my fear turned to panic and I started screaming threats. With that, all five females left me hanging there alone.

It felt like hours passed although the clock showed thirty-four minutes passed. During that span the sounds of giddy female voices grew steadily louder. I counted at least a hundred different voices. Then above them all I heard Thecia’s amplified voice explaining the rules of the scavenger hunt. I heard myself referred to as “the meat” several times. “The meat has been sentenced to stoning. To earn a stone you must engage sexually with the meat. You may achieve orgasm however the meat may not. The contest winner earns the right and the responsibility of castrating the meat, so if you are not up to the task then you must not compete,” she said, and added “You will find a table of devices which we encourage you to use to tenderize the meat. Remember the unworthy disgusting males in each of your lives; this party is your chance for revenge. Pay one back, you pay them all back.”

The four I had seen returned with Thecia who stood in front of me, snapped an elastrator band high up on my sack neck close to my body and crazy-glued in place before she stood back, watching. One grabbed the leather and steel parachute and snapped it closed around my balls while two others lifted the large red bucket and hooked the parachute’s chains to the bucket. It was not heavy but a girl gave it a shove and it swung freely forward and backward. She had long thin blonde hair clipped up on both sides with little flowers. She got down on her knees and engulfed my cock in her delicate mouth. I could not help but look down as her face was exceptionally pretty. After maybe four minutes, satisfied I suppose that she brought me to the point of leaking pre-cum, she stopped and faced me with a beautiful smile. She looked over at Thecia who nodded; she then grabbed one of the heavy round stones from the wheelbarrow, held it up near my balls, and dropped it into the bucket. I yelled. It felt like a vigorous kick to my balls.

A pencil-thin brunette reached out to touch my face and smile. She was adorable. My cock never fully deflated but just looking at her cute face made it swell a bit. She turned her back to me, lifted her floral print summer dress, and backed onto my cock which after some fumbling she guided into her wet pussy. She felt tight and good. I pumped my hips as much as I could given the restrictive bonds. She and I found our rhythm. Thecia made eye contact with the girl then made little circles in the air with her finger, the universal sign for “hurry it up.” I felt my climax getting close and she knew it. The girl then reached between her legs and seconds later she came. I felt her contractions on my cock and the wetness dripping down my thighs. She pulled away, smoothed out her dressed, and from three feet away she tossed a rock into the red bucket causing me waves of pain.

A group of six girls in their early twenties entered just then. The other two girls I first saw guarding the door put on a little show for the new group of six. One strapped on the enormous dildo over her dress slacks, lubed it, and moved behind me while the other held one of the long smooth metal rods dripping with lube in her right hand and my erection in her left. Looking over my shoulder at the other, they coordinated their assault. As I felt the pressure of the dildo at my anus, the girl before me inserted the tip of the rod into my cock, nodding at the other. Unceremoniously, they both pushed. I felt searing pain as my ass started to split wide. The girl behind me whispered in my ear, “Bear down like when moving your bowels, it’ll go easier.” I did, and I felt every one of those thick wide twelve inches probe deeply into my gut. The metal rod in my cock actually felt good. Nevertheless I screamed but tried to breathe deeply, letting out groans like a pressure valve but focusing on proper breathing to avoid passing out. After a good seven or eight minutes they stopped. Both stood before me brandishing rocks; together they tossed them into the bucket and the pain was exquisite. I looked down and noticed my strangled ball sack hung several inches lower than it ever did on the hottest summer day. The ball pain grew steadily worse and spread to my entire lower half. I felt lube trickling from my anus.

The group of six girls squealed delightedly during this latest ordeal, and now sauntered over to look at the items on the table. They had no interest in torturing me but definitely wanted action. One tall redhead stood on a chair and climbed up, sitting on my shoulders facing me. She was commando under her dress. Her bald pussy tasted musky and had large swollen lips, not my favorite, but I knew what to do and exactly how to do it. Within three minutes she came in my face and climbed off and a short busty brunette replaced her, commanding me to include her anus while licking her to a shuddering climax. While slurping the brunette, one that I could not see backed onto my cock and as the brunette came in my face, another wiped off my cock with a moist towelette and sucked me. She did a poor job of it, obviously inexperienced, but at this point the pain in my balls started to make me lose interest in good penile feelings, surprising I was even able to get hard. All six of these girls grabbed rocks and tossed them into the bucket together. I screamed from the bottom of my soul. One rock missed the bucket; the redhead grabbed it, looked me in my tear-filled eyes, and threw it down into the bucket like trying to make a big splash in a lake. I recall tunnel vision; I very nearly passed out.

I looked down and saw the unimaginable: the bucket was dangling maybe three inches from the floor, nearly touching it, which meant that the weight of the rocks had stretched my sack over twelve inches. I panicked and my eyes found Thecia’s. I saw pity in them, but something else as well. I heard a voice from the next room announce the winner of the scavenger hunt. Suddenly the dividing wall in front of me folded away and I was facing at least one hundred females. Seeing my balls and my pain, some covered their mouths, eyes wide. Others applauded. Some laughed. One tiny blonde who appeared sixteen although she had to be twenty-one at least stood excitedly waving a ribbon. She was the winner, and therefore she was the female I dreaded most, the one who would cut me.

I suppose with what was now such a large audience, few had the temerity to do much sexually. Thecia stepped up. She caressed my face with her right hand, my limp cock with her left until it swelled despite the most intense pain I had ever felt in my balls and stomach. She leaned close to my ear and whispered, “I promised you a final orgasm if you are up to it. I’ll do it myself. “ With that she lifted up her dress, slipped off her panties, backed up and impaled herself on my cock. I looked down and beheld her perfectly shaped, thin lipped little pussy lips as they parted to swallow me inside her taut silken recesses. With the impossibly heavy bucket now brushing the floor and the pain in my balls, it was impossible for me to thrust though I tried. She reached under and rubbed herself. She made not one sound, making it impossible to gauge whether or not she was close to cumming. From deep within I felt the early twinges of my own climax, impossibly. She kept ramming backwards faster, sending pain waves through my balls but also the friction and her beautiful ass and anus and pussylips brought me closer. The contest winner appeared at the table and grasped the jewel-handled dagger before disappearing behind me. I knew that if I postponed or even prevented the orgasm I might save my balls, so instead of looking down I closed my eyes.

Thecia came. Hard. It felt like a thousand tongues of velvet licking me hard all at once. The audience exploded in noise and applause. I opened my eyes and made the mistake of looking down at Thecia’s gorgeous little rear view but then she turned her head to the side, still riding me, and gave me a sly little satisfied grin. Her face was too pretty, her pussy and anus too perfect. The first spurt of my climax shot deep inside of her. She raised her right hand and made the universal slicing motion. I kept cumming stronger and harder than ever in my life, with musky reminders deep inside my nose and mouth. The pain in my balls turned to something other than pain. I no longer felt them really. There was a sharp sting then a crash as the bucket of stones hit the floor scattering them against the marble. I looked down and saw my balls on the floor yet incredibly I was still cumming. Thecia kept grinding until the sweet intensity of pleasure in my cock began to subside and my cock shrunk. When she dismounted and smoothed her dress, pulling on her panties, she caressed my face and kissed my mouth. “Thank you. You were fantastic,” she cooed, and bent down to pick up and present to me my severed sack. One look at it was all it took; I passed out.