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Steve and Andy slept in and made love several times Saturday morning. Last night had been a romantic dinner for the two of them, followed by giving each other handjobs in a movie theater and a massive all-night fuck fest. After their morning series of trysts ended, Andy stood up from the bed and stretched, his dick still plump with blood, and stretched. He turned and looked at Steve, who had passed out again, splayed out on the bed. His body was firm and taut, the lines of his muscles clearly visible as his chest slowly rose and fell, the stripes of sunlight coming through the blinds in the bedroom warping as he breathed. Andy's eyes roamed Steve slowly, moving across his face, down his neck, his chest, across his six-pack, and settling for a moment on Steve's half-erect cock, still glistening with cum. The light circumcision scar...purple head, like a helmet with no flare...plump shaft...balls dangling down between his legs. Andy's eyes moved on, taking Steve's inert form in, loving it with his eyes. For the millionth time he thought how lucky he was to have him. Andy strode nude into the bathroom and turned the water on hot. He was covered in sweat and cum, his skin sticky with it. The bathroom quickly filled with steam, and the goosebumps covering Andy's pale skin smoothed away. He stood there, staring at himself in the mirror, feeling his scrotum loosen up in the heat and his balls hang lower. Once in the shower, he did his usual routine of shampoo and conditioner, and then brought out the razors. Gotta be smooth for tonight, he said to himself, and lathered up his groin. Steve always tried to get him to use a straight razor, but Andy's hand wasn't steady enough for him to feel comfortable doing it. He popped the plastic cap off a disposable cartridge and ran the razor over his cock, his balls, his thatch, taking all the hair away and leaving his genitals smooth as a five-year old's. Steve stumbled in as Andy was finishing up his arms, having already shaved his chest and legs smooth. He pulled the shower curtain back and flashed Andy a half-awake smirk, his blue eyes shining out through his squinty eyes, jet black Italian hair matting down in the wet steam. Steve stepped in behind Andy and pressed his groin to Andy's ass, holding him around the belly and pulling him in. He ran his hand up over Andy's baby-smooth abs and chest. "Feels good," he smiled, and kissed Andy on the side of the neck. "You're next, buddy," Andy joked, turning around in the stream of water to wash all the remaining shaving cream and hair off him. "Check me out." Steve looked Andy over carefully, nicking off stray hairs Andy'd missed with his trusty straight razor. After a few minutes he stood back up and certified that Andy had not a hair on him below the neck. Andy hopped out. "I'll make breakfast while you get ready," he offered. Steve looked down at himself, his muscular body covered in thick black stubble, cursing his Italian heritage and the large amounts of body hair that came with it. "I'll be out in a few hours," he joked, half serious. Andy laughed as he dried off, and strode out into the living room, enjoying the feeling of the air against his shaven skin. He felt keenly aware of the blood draining from his cock and his balls pulling up in his scrotum. He poked around the fridge, looking for something tasty, and got an idea for breakfast... Meanwhile, Steve had already gone through seven surgical razors, meticulously taking off every hair on him. He'd done everything but his cock and balls, having saved them for last, and now went in on them, slowly drawing the razor around the skin, practically nicking the hairs off individually. When he finally finished, he did a spot check on himself, rinsed off, and climbed out of the shower, water running down his smooth body. When he stepped out of the shower the smell of eggs and sausage hit him immediately. Steve's stomach growled, and he wandered into the kitchen. "Boiled eggs and sausage," Andy said, smiling at him. "Aw man, but that's what we're having tonight!" Steve jibed, taking an egg into his mouth whole. After breakfast, the two of them headed out to the car and began the long drive to where their engagement for the day was. Four hours later, they pulled up to a farmhouse in the middle of nowhere. A bunch of cars were already parked out front, and they could smell the scent of cooking food as soon as they got out of the car. "Wow, there are a lot of people here already!" Andy commented. "Yeah. Hope we're not later than we shoulda been," Steve worried. His buddy who had invited him had just said afternoonish. The two of them wandered up past the cars and followed a sign with an arrow on it around to the back of the house. Right around the corner was a big table with some plastic bags on it, and a bunch of bags of clothing tied off at the top with a wire twist-tie. Behind it were their owners, about fifteen nude men standing around talking, munching on hors d'ouvres, and generally having a good time. If it weren't for the nudity, it would look like any old barbecue. The nudity was what allowed the two to see how different this barbecue really was. Most of the men there already were missing some of their bits and pieces - several clearly only had one nut, some had none. A few were missing their cockheads, some just had stumps, and several of the guys were missing some of both. All were shaved baby-ass smooth, like the two of them were. They also all had little red marks, either on their dicks or balls, like from a marker. Steve saw his buddy Ryan, and shouted to him. "Ryan!" Ryan turned, caught sight, and flashed him a smile. He said something to the guy he was talking to, and they both made their way over. As they approached, Steve and Andy checked them both out - good looking guys in pretty good shape. Ryan was in his late twenties, with a shock of curly blond hair. His companion looked to be in his mid forties or so, with a buzzcut showing hints of gray. Either of them could have been a porn star, except that Ryan only had a little stub for a dick, and his friend was completely smooth in the crotch! "Hey, guys," Ryan greeted them. "This is our host, Jack. Jack, these are Steve, and uh, Andy, right?" "Yeah," Andy answered him, shaking hands. "Good to meet you guys. Thanks for having us." "Hey, no problem," Jack answered in a gravelly voice. "We always need, uh, fresh meat, heh heh." The four of them laughed at the joke, literally true as it was. "'specially as this un ain't got much left." Jack patted Ryan's little stub, smearing the red mark on it a bit. Jack turned back to them and looked the two younger men over. "So let's see what ya got." The two stripped down, stuffing their clothing into the bags Ryan handed them. "Ryan's said good things about you guys," Jack narrated as the two got naked. When they stood up he took a long look at the both of them. He whistled out the side of his mouth a little, and said to Ryan, "You weren't tellin' me no lies, were ya boy?" Ryan laughed. "Hell, no!" The four of them shared another chuckle. "All right boys, let's see what you're gonna be tossin' inta the pot today," Jack told them, motioning for them follow him. He led them through the crowd, where much mutual checking-out went on. Everybody was all smiles. Jack led them toward the grill, which at the moment had vegetables and garlic bread grilling slowly as munchies before dinner. The picnic table next to it had some condiments and chips and stuff laid out on it already, as well as a mounted wheel, like gameshows use, but smaller - this one was maybe twice as tall as a dartboard. The wheel was divided up into thirty segments. Except for two, each of them had a one, two, or three on it, and next to it little icon of either a testicle, cock, or both. The nut ones were blue, the dick ones red, and the ones with both were purple, and shade got darker the larger the number was. The purple ones only ever had a one on them. Of the two others, one was grey colored with a zero on it, and the other was black with a full package icon and 6 on it. "This is how it works, boys. You spin the wheel, see where it lands. If it's on the gray one, nothing happens. The black one, you leave here lookin' like me." Jack gestured toward his own empty crotch, the pink scar running up from his relocated pisshole to where his cock had once been. "If it lands on blue, you lose somethin' involving yer balls, red and yer dick'll get shorter, purple, one o' both. It's on a point system - yer cockhead is a point, yer shaft a point, and then the stub a point, so yer boy Ryan here, fer instance, has lost two points on his dick. Fer blue, each nut is a point and then the third is yer sac, so Ryan's lost all three points there." "I don't know if 'lost' is the right word..." Ryan interjected. "Well, tonight yer winnin' it all then," Jack winked. He turned back to Steve and Andy. "Now, this won't come inta play tonight fer you two, but next time ya come, if you spin more points than ya got, you lose yer whole dick or sac, whichever ya spun. If it lands on something ya don't got, yer home free. Got it?" The two of them nodded. The rules were pretty easy really, mostly just common sense. "So what are you hoping to spin?" Ryan asked, a mischevious smirk on his face. "Blue," Steve answered, "but I wouldn't mind red." Andy thought for a moment, then answered, "Either one, really. Half the fun is not knowing. I just hope it's not the gray one." "Heh, yeah," Steve agreed. "Actually," Jack broke in, "we usually let people re-spin if they don't want that one." "Rock on." "So you boys ready ta spin?" Jack asked. "Hell yes," Andy answered, enthusiastically. "Go for it." A crowd of onlookers gathered to see what these two new hunks would be losing today. Andy took the wheel and gave it a mighty spin. The colors seemed to blend into purple at first, and then as the wheel slowed distinctly showed up again. The clickers slowly knocked all the force out of the wheel, and as it came to a slow stop it looked like it would land on a blue one. The crowd held their breath, and the wheel just barely clacked over to the neighboring sector...a red two. Andy let his breath out, relaxing a little, now that he knew...he'd leave here with a stump for a dick. He looked over at Steve and matched his lover's smile. "Good spin!" Jack exclaimed, thumping Andy on the back. He took a red marker and drew a line across the top of Andy's cock, about an inch from his groin. Andy stepped away from the wheel and stood next to Ryan. The blonde grabbed Andy's dick, feeling its plumpness, and it quickly grew hard. "Yeah, this'll be good in the stew tonight. You ready to lose it?" he asked. "Hell yeah!" Andy shouted. "I mean, whatever would have been cool, but yeah...this is awesome," he replied, his excitement gleaming in his clear blue eyes. "Your turn, boy," Jack told Steve, who gave the wheel a throw. It slowed, nearing the black space. Steve's heart raced - he would go through with it if it landed there, but he'd rather lose his shit a little slower, enjoy it more, you know? He relaxed a little as it made its last pass past it, clearing it and sailing on to come to rest in a purple spot. "Hey, a bit of each," Steve said, nodding his head and smiling, happy to have gotten it. "Which nut you wanna lose?" Jack asked him. Steve thought for a moment and pointed to his left one. Jack made a red slash on the left side of his sac, then made one across his cock, right below the head. "Enjoy the party, boys. I gotta go mingle some more." He reached over to Steve's sac, squeezed his nut, looked him in the eye, and said, "Try not to drain this any more today." Jack walked over to a group of men (well, sort of) and Ryan followed like an obedient puppy dog, his bubble butt bouncing as he trotted after Jack. Andy and Steve helped themselves to some punch and Andy asked, "So how do you know Ryan, anyway?" "We've been buddies since high school. We were fuckbuddies for awhile, but you don't need to get jealous, he's really devoted to Jack. We've been friends for years, but then in college we kinda lost track. About two years ago I saw him on some S&M personals site I was cruising and we started emailing again." Steve paused to take a swig of punch. "We got to talking and shit, and I asked what he was doing, and he said he was this dude Jack's slave. It all sounded pretty crazy at first, and then when he told me Jack had taken one of his nuts out and his cockhead off, I told him about, you know, our whole thing. He cleared it with Jack, and uh...got us invited." "Crazy. So you never told each other before that you wanted to..." "Cut my dick off? Nope. Neither of us'd ever talked about it." "Wow." Andy blinked, and took a swig of punch. "Yeah. So anyway, that was like a year and a half ago. They do this every six months. Apparently he lost his balls and sac the next one, and a, uh, a point off his dick at the last one, so now that stub's all he's got left." "So Jack started all this?" Andy asked. "Yeah, he does all the cutting. Apparently he's all dominant but he's been a nullo for like, ten years or something. He was bodybuilder back in the 80's, I think Ryan said," Steve continued explaining. "Yeah, it shows," Andy commented. "I hope I look that good when I'm that old." "Hehe, yeah." Ryan introduced the two of them to a few other guys at the party, and they ended up meeting pretty much everybody, both already there and the few others after them that drifted in. In total there were maybe twenty-five guys there. The youngest was a red-haired twenty year old Irish kid from Boston, the oldest maybe sixty, a tall, thick-necked British guy. Only Andy, Steve, the Irish kid, and one of the other younger guys, a black dude from Chicago, still had all their bits and pieces. Most of the other guys had only been here once or twice before, and a few nullos in the group had been to several and had permanent invites - a lot of Jack's buddies from way back. Two of them were Marines with him, the three of them sharing matching tattoo designs on their shoulder. Once you discounted the nullos, about twenty dudes would lose something today. When the new ones drifted in, Steve and Andy gathered with the others to see what they'd spin. A guy with no balls spun a two-dick one, he'd leave stumpy. A guy just missing his cockhead would lose a nut and his shaft, and the last one, his buddy, was also headless but would leave today with an empty sac. A few minutes after everyone had arrived, Ryan banged a cowbell and Jack addressed the crowd. "All right, gentlemen. My lovely assistant here has a hat with a bunch of numbers in it. While I get the tools out, everybody takes a number." Ryan walked around the crowd. Andy and Steve took numbers when offered the hat - Andy drew seven, Steve drew thirteen. "Lucky me," he sighed. "Ya know," Ryan said, "In ancient cultures, thirteen was a lucky number. You know...thirteen apostles, thirteen Zodiac signs..." "There are only twelve Zodiac signs," Andy corrected him. "No, there aren't," Ryan countered. "There's a thirteenth one in the older traditions that's the last ten days of the year, Ophiucius or something like that." "Crazy," Steve rolled his eyes, not caring. "Just think of it this way, you both got the lucky numbers," Ryan winked, and continued on into the crowd. Meanwhile, Jack was opening up an autoclave on a table on the patio and pulling out all kinds of shit - sutures, needles, and these weird tools Steve didn't recognize. He'd seen a lot of castration implements, but none of these looked familiar at all. "Wow, those look wicked!" the Irish kid exclaimed, standing next to Andy. He'd introduced himself to them earlier as Connor. "Yeah. Suddenly I'm a little freaked out," Andy replied. "I hear he makes them himself. They're all custom or something," Connor told them. "Well, they sure seem to work," Steve observed. "Just look around." "Yeah, that's a good point," Connor said. "Yeah. I actually do feel less nervous now," Andy said, laughing a little. "Number one!" Ryan yelled out. "Oh, it's starting," Connor turned. He had pulled number three, and had rolled a red one, but since he knew he probably wouldn't be able to afford to come again in six months, Jack had let him spin again, and on the second spin had rolled a blue three. "It's perfect," Connor had said. "Exactly what I wanted, but next year I hope I lose my whole cock." He worked a factory job, and didn't make money, so the trip out here had been tough for him. "Three days on a bus, man. It sucked." All the men gathered to watch the first guy. He was a Latino dude, tall and skinny, with tattoos of crosses and sacred hearts all over him. He was down his cockhead and a nut already, and would lose the rest of his cock today. Jack had the guy stand on the side of the table opposite the crowd so they could watch. He pulled out one of his special inventions, the one he used whenever he took a root of a cock out. It looked sort of like a vacuum pump - it had a clear tube that he put however much cock the guy had in, then he pumped the air out so it would stay on. "Take a few breaths," Jack told the guy. The muscles in the man's chest came into relief as he inhaled and exhaled deeply. Steve didn't even see Jack push the button. Like a flash, metal glinted inside the tube. It was too fast to see, but later he learned how it worked: a tubular blade shot through the man's flesh around his cock, down to the root, and an irised blade snaps shut to sever the ligaments at their base. The blade assembly then retracts, pulling the severed cock with it. When the iris closes, the outer area of the blade superheats, cauterizing the wound shut, and as the blade retracted, it rapidly sewed the wound closed with microsutures. When Jack released the pressure valve and the device hissed off the Latino's groin, his lopsided sac hung solo beneath a line of stitching. Jack pulled out a bottle of pink goo and patted a little of it over the stitching. The stuff was battlefield sutures, fake skin to protect a wound. Now the guy needed a place to piss from. Jack handed the penectomizer to Ryan, who emptied the flesh into the stewpot that was simmering over the campfire, and took the tool off to replace the blade and clean it. In the meantime, Jack took a thing that looked like a campfire lighter and held it up to the main's taint, right behind where his one ball hung. He pulled the trigger, and the man, who had to this point shown no sign of pain, winced. The device shot straight through the man's skin and found the metal clip the penectomizer had left on the end of the length of urethra it left behind. It grabbed the metal bit and pulled the urethra down to the surface of his skin, sutured it there, and trimmed off the extra. One of the nullos helped the Latino guy over to the porch to sit down and drink a lot of water. "I hear it doesn't even really hurt," Connor said to them. "Apparently it's all so fast it deadens the nerves before they have a chance to send a pain signal." "Sure looked like he winced when Jack punched that hole behind his nut," Steve remarked. "Well, yeah, that's what they were telling me. That part kinda hurts, they said." While Jack and Ryan got ready for the next guy, the nullo Marines had another set at the table next to them. "Number two!" one of them called out. This one was an older guy. He'd lose his second nut today. The guys all watched while they pricked him with anesthetic, slit his sac open, and used a tool that looked like a pair of tongs to cleanly cut around his nut, causing the least trauma possible, and like the penectomizer, flash-cauterize the inside. A few stitches and a band-aid later, he was good to go. By that point, Jack and Ryan were ready to go again. "Number three!" Ryan called out. "Ooh! That's me!" Connor was giddy with excitement. He sauntered up to the table and laid his junk on it. "Let's get them balls off ya first, boy," Jack told him, and clamped what looked like a big nutcracker around the neck of Connor's scrotum. Jack had Connor face him, and pulled the clamp closed. He reached under to hold Connor's balls and released the clamp, then simply stood up, Conner's balls in his hand, the sac bleeding at the top. Connor's cock was bloodless, having been sewn shut as the clamp closed. Jack handed the balls off to Ryan, who slit the sac open, tossed Connor's nuts in the stew pot, and his sac in the trash. Connor lifted his dick up to look at it, smiling. Jack swatted his hand away and took the boy's dick in hand. He locked a metal ring around Connor's dick, about half an inch back from his corona. All Steve and Andy could see was his hand clench, and Jack lifted his hand away. Connor's dick had been cauterized closed on the end, and Jack released his glans from the device, then tossed it in the pot. He rubbed some liquid skin over the end of Connor's now five-incher and along the bottom, and Ryan led him up to the patio. So it went for the next three guys, the two tables trading off, with the other nullos helping out on the recovery patio or by cleaning tools. When they called Andy's number, he strode up to the Marines' table, his hard cock jutting straight out from him. "At attention, sirs!" he joked to the Marines, who grunted out a few chuckles as they locked the same device Jack had taken Connor's cockhead off with about an inch from Andy's groin. The Marine clenched his hand, and Andy felt the slightest wisp of heat through his cock. After a moment of that came a dull throbbing, and his cock was being sliced up by the other Marine and thrown in the pot. He was too dazed to notice the one who'd cut him smearing the liquid skin on, but was conscious enough to flash Steve a smile as he was led up to the patio. Steve felt a little lonely for the next few minutes, as Ryan was helping Jack and Andy and Connor were up on the patio. He idly jerked his dick as he watched one guy go from just having lost a nut to a complete nullo, he'd spun the black spot. A few nuts into the stew, bits of cock, until Ryan finally called out, "Thirteen!" Ryan smiled as Steve came up to the table. He was excited and nervous, shifting from side to side, but calmed down when Jack put the clamp thing over his cockhead. Steve watched as Jack slide it on, and Jack watched Steve, slowly slipping the device up his cock and watching the reactions on the young man's face. He figured he'd take a little extra as a favor to Ryan, and slid it a good two inches past the mark he'd made on Steve's dick. Steve looked Jack in the face, and Jack shot in a quizzical look, as if to say, "This cool?" Steve just smiled back and gave a little nod. His eyes locked with Jack as his forearm flexed, and the device severed three inches of Steve's cock. Steve reeled a little, the shock of it making his head spin a bit. He didn't even feel Ryan pricking the anesthetic needle in, and watched, detached, as Jack extracted his left testicle and severed it from his body. Ryan walked Steve up to the porch. "You okay?" he asked Steve. "Yeah, I'm good," Steve answered, his voice wavering a bit. "Just a little woozy." "You'll be fine in no time," Ryan laughed. "Just drink a lot of water." He sat Steve down on a lawn chair next to Andy, who appeared to have fully recovered and was joking around with Connor. "Looks like he took a little extra," Andy commented, holding Steve's dick between his thumb and forefinger. Steve lay back in the lawn chair, his eyes moving around the room, looking at all the modified men lounging and drinking water and juice. After a few minutes he felt a lot better, having drank a lot of water and giving his heart a chance to slow down. Soon enough he was laughing and talking to the other guys, and everybody was generally having a good time. By the time the Jack let a newly-nullified Ryan in, the first bunch were up and running around. Jack's strict rule was no sex - it was too dangerous, considering - but there was plenty of technically nonsexual activity going on, mostly fondling and kissing. "Okay, I can't handle it," Connor said, seeing all these guys, missing dicks, balls, whatever, all lounging around naked. "It's just too much." He gingerly took his dick and started stroking it a bit, gingerly brushing the liquid skin covering on the end and shuddering. "Holy..." his hand moved faster and faster over his truncated dick, just using a few fingers near the base as up top was too sensitive. Andy felt his balls up a bit but didn't want to risk it. Steve felt about the same, he could barely move his hand over his remaining four inches without hitting the end, and didn't want to get an infection or anything. Soon enough, Connor spurted a weak dribble of white cum and black bits of coagulated blood. Andy fetched him some napkins, and as Connor wiped up his mess he joked, "Last of that, eh?" The smell of the stew wafted up onto the porch as the light of the day started to dim, and the men wandered outside to see how it was going. Jack made quite an image, the short, muscular naked man stirring a giant kettle, the light from the fire illuminating him from below. Jack ladled everybody out bowls of stew, which were greedily gobbled down by the hungry guests. The meat had stewed long enough to pretty much dissolve, and the stew was a thick hearty one with big chunks of veggies. "A little salty," Andy thought. "Tastes just like my mum's stew. This makes me wonder about my childhood," Connor joked. After dinner and an hour or so sitting around the campfire, the guests started to wander out. Andy and Steve were both pretty tired after such an eventful day, and left as the sun was dipping below the horizon. They said their goodbyes to their host. "Glad to have yuh back, boys. See ya in six months?" he asked. "Definitely," Andy smiled. "Hell yeah," added Steve. They traded email addresses and things with Connor, the both of them hoping to see him sometime. "Next year if nothing else, yah?" he said, but added, "Though I hope before then." He gave both of them a peck on the cheek, and the two of them headed out. Dressing was strange; after spending so much time naked clothing felt weird, and even funnier around their crotches. "Man, I'm gonna have a hard on all the time," Andy said, rubbing the front of his jeans a bit. "The rate you're going it won't be much longer," Steve laughed. "But I don't think either of us are going to fill out our briefs anymore." |