I was 5 years old when I discovered my cock. I’d play with it every chance that I got. It was my best friend and it brought me great pleasure. I lived on a farm in North Carolina, out in the country where the nearest neighbors were over a mile away. My family owned about 40 acres of land, 10 of it we had our farm on; the rest was just dense forest. That’s where I loved to play. I took to wandering off when I was about 7, my parents didn’t mind, they were too busy to really pay attention to me anyway. I had a special place that I would go, it had a nice clearing for me to spread out in and enjoy the sun on my naked body. I loved to be naked, especially out in the woods where I just knew no one would see me. I’d lie in the grass and imagine I was abducted by aliens as I stroked my little cocklet. I’d imagine them doing all kinds of things to it. At 7 you can imagine how small it was, with balls the size of orange seeds. It always made it get so hard.

I kept returning to this place as I continued to grow. I’d head off in that direction every chance I’d get, always after my chores were done, or after I got home from school. When I was 12 years old I shot my first load. It was the scariest and the most wonderful day of my life. Of course after that day I would shoot every day, sometimes three to four times. I couldn’t get enough. I also sucked my first cock at 12, and got my first blowjob. It was by a boy that I went to school with. He was a little bit older than me, he was 15. Our school was k-12. We had always ridden the bus home together so he was also a neighbor. After the initial day of intro sucking he’d ride to my house every chance he got and we’d head off to the clearing in the woods together for hours of play. Sometimes we would even camp out on the weekends there and just have a cock suck fest. My dick was still small, but not abnormally small for a boy of 12. It had thickened up a little, it was about 4” hard, and my balls had grown to the size of grapes. I remember it was straight as an arrow and the head came to a point. It was super sensitive and it only took me a minute to cum. My cock was the center of my world, it brought me so much happiness that I took for granite every day.

When I turned 13 I had noticed that my smooth boy crotch had a few sprouts of hair on it. My cock seemed to be a little longer, it was also a little fatter and my balls began to drop a little and hang low in their sack. Well this is when my life changed. Apparently there was a road that ran way back behind the woods on our property. Never really ever gave it any thought. You never heard any traffic on it, and it had to be a good quarter mile back from my little clearing. Well I decided one weekend I was going to go camping by myself like I had done many times before. I had my camp set up that Friday evening and I had a little camp fire going. Being in the Boy Scouts had taught me a lot. I had stripped out of my clothing and was sitting on the ground against a log pulling gently on my cock when I began to hear a few twigs snap in the distant. My heart was pounding, but I calmed myself by making myself believe that it was just a deer. Anyway I continued to stroke myself and I really started to get into it when I heard more noises. This time I was really scared, so I put my clothes back on as fast as I could. About the time I came out of my tent there, to my surprise, was a man standing by the fire. I really couldn’t make out what he looked like because it was so dark and the light from the fire only cast lighted shadows on his face. “Hey boy, why did you put your clothes back on?” I was aware now that he had been watching me. “You might as well take them back off because we’re going to have some fun.” I was trembling by this point. My heart was pounding so hard my eyeballs thumped to its rhythm. “I use to live up the road a spell, I moved a few years back. I wanted to get some things in order for this particular day.” I had absolutely no idea what he was talking bout. “You see boy, I’ve been watching you for years, since you were about 9 years old. I wanted to take you then, but I figured I’d wait, wanted that cock of yours to get a little bigger before I took it. Now take your clothes off and let me get a close look at it. I’ve been waiting a long time and I don’t aim to wait any longer!” I hesitated and began to protest. What did he mean by ‘before he took it… “Listen boy, I’m a lot bigger then you are, and you’re too far from home for anyone to hear you scream for help. I’ll do what I have to do boy to get those clothes off of you. Do you understand?” I stammered and managed to squeak “Yes sir…” So I took them off… The man came up to me and knelt down in front of me and he took my soft cock in his hands and he squeezed it. “Can’t be no more than about two inches boy; let’s get it hard so I can see how big my prize has gotten.” He started to pull on it and of course being a horny boy it got hard. “Nice boy, bout 4.5, it’s grown nicely. It’s getting fat too. Pity it won’t get any bigger than this.” I had no idea what he meant by that. With that he produced a set of handcuffs from his bag and he locked my hands up behind my back. He then stepped away and gazed at every inch of my body. Then he pushed me forward. I cried violently as I was led through the forest. By the time we got to the man’s van my feet were riddled with burs and my legs were wept up by thorns. He opened the door and pushed me in. That was the last time I’d ever be in that clearing in the woods.

We drove for what seemed hours. Finally we came to a dirt road; really looking back it was nothing more than a dirt path that led to his house about a mile into the woods. “Get to your feet boy” I did as he said, naked and tired from the ride. My hands were killing me because he didn’t unlock them and they’d been behind my back the whole time. He led me indoors and then dead bolted us in. “You need to pee boy?” I decided I did. “Yes sir, please.” He walked me into the bathroom and took a hold of my cock and he held it as he aimed it at the toilet bowl. “Well go ahead boy, get it out.” I had never had anyone hold my dick for me as I peed, so you can imagine how long it took to get the stream started. Finally my bladder was getting relief. I was terrified. After I was finished the man took me into his bedroom. “I’m going to remove the cuffs from you now boy, you better not fight me or try to escape, you won’t get far and I’d hate to have to kill you, but I will if you don’t do as I say.” I believed him with all my heart, so as soon as he removed them I sat down on the bed and rubbed my wrists. “Get up boy and go over to that door and open it and go down the stairs, I’ll be right behind you.” I got up and went over to the door at the other end of his bedroom and opened it. There was a light on and a set of stairs that went down to his basement. I began to go down them with a lot of hesitation and a lot of fear. Once at the bottom I heard him close the door and then I heard him creeping down after me. I saw a chair, a wooden chair, very similar to an electric chair, but without the wires and the metal helmet. “Go sit in that chair boy.” His voice was so deep and dark. It was like the voice of God to me and it scared the hell out of me. I did as he said. As I sat down he took the straps that were attached to the arms and fastened each one to each wrist. I was bawling at this point. “Boy you have no idea how hard it makes me to see you cry like that. Keep it up and I might just cum my pants!” He went from strapping my arms down to strapping my ankles to the bottom of the chair. My legs were wide open and my cock and balls were dangling completely open to his desires. “I guess your wondering what I’m going to do with you. I’ve seen you, you little cocksucker, with your buddy, I know you have a taste for cock. Won’t nobody want you after you’re grown, no cock for the fags to suck on. I’m going to suck you off as much as possible and enjoy that cock as much as I can while it’s still attached to you.” I still didn’t understand what he planned on doing to me. “You see boy I am a cock collector. I collect the cocks from boys. You over used yours boy. I just happened to stumble upon you by sheer luck. Do you get what I’m saying?” He bent down to where we were eyelevel and he grabbed a hold of my cock. As he looked into my eyes he said “I’m going to cut your cock off.” Panic filled my body; my eyes took on the glazed look of a deer caught in headlights. “Boy that’s the look that I’ve been waiting to see for a long time.” Through my sobs I asked him why? “Well boy, when I was your age my father caught me jerking off and he warned me that if he ever caught me doing that again he’d cut if off. I didn’t believe him that is until he caught me again. I was just a boy and he cut it off. Well boy as you can imagine I wished he’d taken my balls too. I spent the rest of my adolescence horny. I did learn how to get off by the time I was 16 though, as I’m sure you will learn too.” He stroked my hard cock as he proceeded with the story. “I don’t expect you to understand this boy, but I want boys to experience the frustration I had to experience.” I was begging him at this point. “Please sir don’t do this to me! Don’t cut off my dick!” “ I bet you enjoy playing with this don’t you? It’s skin is so silky smooth. It’s a beautiful specimen boy.” He got up and walked over to a cabinet and pulled out a jar. “Boy your cock will be in good hands, I’ll take good care of it and besides you don’t deserve it when all you do is abuse it.” He showed me the jar, and inside it was what appeared to be a severed cock, it was still hard somehow, suspended in a clear fluid. “See boy, this cock once belonged to a boy that didn’t deserve to own it.” It appeared to be life like somehow, like it was still attached to the owner. It was milky white with a slightly dark head. It looked so rigid. “Don’t worry boy, I’m not going to cut it off just yet, I’m going to use it for a few days while it’s still attached to you. I’m going to drink as much of your cum as possible and let you experience as much pleasure as I can make you feel. You see boy that way when I do cut it off you’ll miss it so much that you’ll wish you were dead.” I was frozen by that. He was true to his word. He took me up stairs to his bed and tied my hands to the head board and spread my legs and tied them to the foot board. He then took a piece of leather strapping and tied it around my cock and balls, at the time I didn’t know, but it was a cock ring. It only made it more sensitive and each experience more intense. He kept me like that, my naked cock and balls constantly at his mercy. His mouth was around it more times that I can count. He’d suck it and nurse on it like a calf would on its mama’s teats. Boy as scared as I was what he was doing to my cock felt really great. He’d make me cum and he’d drink it all, and then he’d just keep sucking on it as I squirmed and begged for him to stop. He fed me, he took care of me those couple of weeks that he had me. I stayed naked the whole time. When I slept he kept me on the bed with him, tied up and uncovered. He’d keep his hand wrapped around my cock all night long, gently pulling on it in his sleep. I didn’t sleep that much. I couldn’t. During the mornings he let my cock rest. When I’d have to pee instead of peeing in the toilet he’d have me step in the shower and he’d wrap his mouth around it and I’d pee in his mouth as he sucked it out of me. At first I hated that, but I got use to it and really learned to love it. It was more than a few days when he finally decided to take my cock. He had kept me as his toy for about two weeks and I didn’t know one moment’s peace during that time. He constantly either had his mouth on my cock or his hand wrapped around it. The times that he stepped out to buy food I thought more about what he was doing to my cock then I did about trying to escape. I was addicted to it and I found myself wanting it to be held and sucked all the time. That’s exactly what he wanted. He knew what he was doing.

He had taken me back downstairs where instead of the same chair being there, there was a metal surgical table. He forced me up on it and laid me down with my head on a pillow and he took each foot and strapped them into a stirrup so that my legs would be up in the air and spread permanently. It was a short table so when I was in that position my ass was up on the edge. He then took a thick leather strap and belted me down across my midsection to prevent me from bucking around. “Well boy, this is it, but I’m going to give you one last blowjob before I cut it off. You want that don’t you boy. You want to feel my hot wet mouth sucking it’s way up and down your shaft one last time?” through my tears I managed a meek Yes. With that he bent forward and took my hard cock into his mouth. He made love to it unlike any of the times he had when he sucked it before. It felt wonderful. My cock had never been harder in its life. When I got close to cumming he must have sensed it and stopped sucking on it. He placed his thumb and forefinger around the shaft and squeezed it to prevent me from having an orgasm. He stood up and came over to where my head was. “I want to show you something boy. This is what you have to look forward too.”

He unbuttoned his pants and slid them down, and then removed his boxers. I was shocked at what I saw. There was this thick mass of hair with a huge set of hairy balls, but where his cock use to be there was a hairless shiny mound. He started to laugh. He pulled his pants back up and walked back down to where my cock was. It had gotten soft at this point, he took care of that. He wrapped his mouth around it and sucked it hard again. He didn’t suck on it long. He reached over onto a tray and got a small length of tubing. “This might hurt.” Then he proceeded to push it into my pee slit. It did hurt, I cried out because of it, but he didn’t stop. He kept pushing it in till I felt it hit my bladder. He told me that this was called a catheter and it was necessary to put it in me so that when he cut my cock off I’d be able to pee through it while I was healing. Then he went back over to the tray picked up a device that I had seen many times, an elastrator. He put a band around it and slipped it around my hard cock as close as he could to my groin. It didn’t hurt when it went on, it scared me at first then it actually felt good. He then put another band on my cock about an inch up from the other band. “I’m going to leave you with a stump boy, that way you can still stand and pee, or at least try too.” My cock was hurting at this point. It was a dark angry red. I closed my eyes and for some reason I started to imagine I was abducted by aliens and this was an alien doing these things to my dick. It helped a little to subdue the utter fear I was feeling. He then took his hand and started to rub my cock head. It felt as good as it could especially considering what state my cock was in. “We have to do this quick or there will be scarring on your cock from the band and I don’t want that. I’m going to inject you with Novocain so you won’t feel too much, or at least not as much as you would without it.” I could feel the needles go in; it felt like a bee sting. Then without a word he produced a scalpel and proceeded to cut into my cock shaft. I felt it, boy it hurt something bad. I screamed and cried and yet he didn’t stop. He was steady with it. I’m not sure at what point but I passed out. I didn’t come around until later; he had me in bed wrapped up in sheets. When I was fully awake I immediately reached down and felt my crotch. My balls were still there, heavy in their sack, hairless for the time being, but there was no cock there. It was gone. Instead I felt bandages and I felt a rubber tube. It had happened. The man came in to see me, he changed my bandages. He’d fondle my balls from time to time while I was recovering. Finally when a few weeks had passed he brought a saucer into the room and placed it on the TV cart beside the bed. It was covered with a cloth napkin. I figured it was just a snack for me, but when he uncovered it there was my cock. He lifted it up and held it; it appeared to be just as hard as the day that he cut it off. “Here boy, hold your cock one last time before I seal it away in a jar permanently.” I reached my hand out to take it. I trembled. I felt the texture of it and it felt like plastic sort of, or maybe rubber. It was very rigid. It appeared to be only 3” long; shorter than what it was when it was attached. I ran my fingers over its head, felt the ridge of it and then felt the bulging veins along the shaft. I started to weep. That’s when he took it away from me the second time. “Boy I appreciate your donation to my collection. I’m going to take you home in a few days and you will never see me again, unless until I feel its’ time to see you. Your life depends upon what you tell the authorities and your parents.” It didn’t matter anyway; I didn’t know the man’s name. I didn’t even know where I was so how could I turn him in. When I was able to walk around he took me back downstairs to the cabinet. He opened it and told me that if I’d like to look through his collection I could. There weren’t really that many jars in there, maybe about 6 or 7. I reached in and chose a jar that appeared to have what looked like a finger in it. I held it up to the light and looked closely. It was a tiny cock, hard and suspended in the clear liquid. It was no bigger than someone’s pinky finger. The man spoke with some pride in his voice. “That came off of a boy about 9 years old. I stumbled upon him in a rest stop. He was in a stall playing with it. I just had to have it.” He proceeded to tell me the story behind each cock in his collection. He seemed to remember each boy fondly. Then I found my jar; my prized possession. He shut the cabinet and led me back upstairs. “Well boy I bought you some clothes and a pair of sneakers, put them on.” I did as I said. It was dark out when we left his home. We drove for hours back to where he found me. He dropped me off and as I was getting ready to run towards home he reminded me that he’d see me again one day.

My reunion with my parents was joyous and very overwhelming. There were many tears shed that night, but none quiet as severe as when I told them what had happened to me. They immediately rushed me to the hospital where I was admitted. I didn’t go into any great detail, other then the fact that the man kept me tied up and eventually cut off my cock. I didn’t tell them how I enjoyed him sucking on it every day. After the news caught wind of this and everyone I knew found out that I had gotten my cock cut off, I became a sort of legend at school. None of the boys made fun of me, they all felt sorry for me. When we were in the showers after gym some of the boys would walk up to me and ask to see it, my stump. They always got bone hard when they looked at it, my shiny ended stump, sticking out like an outie belly button. My balls had continued to grow and were on their way to being plum sized low hangers. I told a few guys the whole story, and the reason the man said he did it. They were always amazed by it. They always got hard when I talked about it because I could see their bulges in their pants. After a bout 3 or so months of this I started to get angry. I hated all the guys at school, even my best friend Scott. Scott would let me play with his cock whenever he’d spend the night, which was every weekend. I told him all about being kept tied up and having my cock sucked endlessly everyday. He liked that part and I liked that he surrendered his cock to me on the weekends. I became dangerously envious about the fact That my buddy Scott had his cock and all the guys in my class had theirs and I didn't! It’s not fair. I was horny all the time. I did however figure out that if I rubbed my stump just right I’d get some feelings that would make me tingle all over. After a while of working on this I discovered I could cum. It was a long process and it always wore me out. So the man was right, I did wish I were dead. I would lie in bed at night and I would long to hold my cock. I’d close my eyes and I’d imagine how it felt. I also began to think more and more about the day I had held my cock in my hand after it had been cut off. I remember how it felt and then the anger would set in again and I’d become envious of my buddy Scott for having his cock to hold at night. It just wasn’t fair… If I didn’t have a cock he shouldn’t have one either. So to make a long story short I set out to find the man that took my cock. I had another victim for him.

To be continued…

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