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Charles had one dickens of a dick. Now that he is Charlene, she doesn't need dick. Her own, I mean, because she still needs a shitload of OPD's (other people's dicks), as suckee and fuckee. ***** Cross-dressing with class for more that a year, Charlene now notices how frumpy most girls are. Even the most sophisticated are obvious in their imperfections. Like French pedicure and manicure that don't exactly match. Gag her with a spoon (although she would prefer being spoon-fed a giant hard cock). Like hose with open-toe heels. Like too many, too much, or too few in the makeup and paraphrase department. Like lipstick that is not Cock-Sucking name-brand lipstick. Like you either know what we're talking about, or you're the ones we're talking about. ***** Lightning added to the atmosphere. The atmosphere added to the atmosphere. The ozone layer opened to admit the twilight zone. All the pieces of the prize puzzle were together now. Soon the puzzle would be jig-sawed, and we would all dance a jig because of what we sawed off. ***** Charlene did not yet appreciate how fortunate she was. Like, here she is: Friday night. Dark. In the way-out Canadian woods. With two dozen women whacked out of their fucking minds. And she's only here because Pamela and Gina, Charlene's most dear and most cunt-lusting lesbian friends, vouched for her. She got to go where no "man" has gone before. Without being blindfolded and cuffed, that is. ***** Background: Everyone who has stumbled upon web sites like eunuch.orgasm, or dickless.butterflynet, or takemyballsplease.comediansweknew, or blownbutnevermore.bizjism, or whatfuckingever.www.fucku.state.iowa.us, knows there are eunuch wannabes from sea to shining see me, feel me, touch me. Tommy was one of those wannabes. Needtobe was more like it. He got the blindfold and cuffs. He arrived in a limo while the girls got naked and nubile. His ride to the woods was roundabout, with so many distractions he could never retrace the way. The biggest distraction was WWF on the limo TV, and it was so riveting to be at ringside, he cared not to watch out the fucking windows. He didn't want to watch out. That was one of the points of all this. He wanted to be in great danger, of being great to be in danger. He wanted the lesbian Cult of Cybele to cut his crotch. He didn't care where the fuck they would do it, as long as it was inclusive of testicles plus cock. He knew, he hoped, he hoped he knew he knew, that he would be at the ultimate ringside of rings tonight. No take-downs, but some way-cool take-offs. Buffed and beautiful, he was supple yet strong-muscled from head to toe. When given head, however, all had noticed how disproportionately small his cock and balls seemed compared to the rest of his hunky bulk. His plan, his great goal, was to be in the WWF himself. But months ago, in his prelims, he had to stuff a sock in his spandex to make him appear like a real man should. This was a big, or little depending on what we're looking at, mistake, especially when his first main event was a solo attempt to simultaneously pin eight big-titted and big-muscled fem-dom grapplers. They grappled him to three-count in just three seconds after the first bell. His spandex was ripped off by the wrestle-women. Oh, the laughs! There on national pay-per-view was a big man with his little, little man showing. The fem-dom tag-team held him up for display, spread eagle, parading him around the ring so he was humiliated by laughter from all directions. What really brought the house down, and brought his little cock down when his humiliating exposure was no-longer kinkily arousing to him, was when one of the women wrestlers started waving around his captured spandex. Out flew the sock! When Gene shoved the mike into her face, the fem-dom captain started his new nickname: "Sock-Cock has no cock!" His manager wanted to drop him as fast as the fem-doms. The wrestle-babes threw him over the ropes, crashing down into the steel chairs. He then quickly limped naked and loudly-laughed-at down the aisle to his dressing room. The cameras were waiting even there. Even the men of the WWF were having fun now. They blocked him from getting to his locker. "Sock-cock has no cock!" was the jeering chant in the dressing room, and it reverberated throughout the entire Superdome. He was so damn embarassed. It was the female manager of the fem-dom team who saved him. She had her own film crew, and she had her team break up the men's room brawl, grab their little-ball opponent and whisk him into their own dressing room. Her film crew followed, but then the doors were closed to the live cameras. "Hold him on the table, face up, spread his arms and legs," the manager commanded. The fem-dom team was still laughing as the manager whispered something into the captain's ear. The captain then quickly left on an urgent mission. The private cameras kept rolling as the manager directed the program. She had her whole team strip and use their own skimpy spandex pieces to tie their defeated opponent to the table. She had him slid down the table so his head was beyond the edge, and his long hair was also knotted by spandex which was then stretched and knotted to a cross-brace at the base of the table legs. His back-tilted face was about to be used and abused. All recorded on film. A promotional video that would bring the fem-dom team $millions. But who would use and abuse? The captain returned with our answer. And the answer was the big-cocked of the male WWF. One by one, the gorgeous male grapplers peeled off their spandex to show the gorgeous genitals of real men. With championship force, they fucked the bound-wrestler's face. Although he was gagging with cum from so many cocks, the fem-doms forced him to swallow every drop. And for the second course, he then had to swallow every drop of piss each wrestler could produce. A very humiliating, yet highly erotic, scene. The manager was especially amused (and aroused) that her subject's little cock was constantly hard (even though it could hardly be seen, it was so small). After both male and female wrestlers were instructed to leave, the manager was left alone with her subject. Cameras still rolling. Whispering into his ear, she made a deal with the whimpering wrestler. She stroked his little cock into an orgasm with a power he should have evoked during his match, with such a spasm of spunk he might have had a chance. From now on, the manager had a new wrestler in her stable. With a little modification, she had her new star, "Eunuch!" Her "it" could wrestle with both the men and the women of WWF! ***** It's Tommy's turn for that modification tonight. Charlene is with the women who have the honors, with the fem-dom Cult of Cybele, whose leader is also the manager of the fem-dom wrestlers and the manager of her new soon-to-be-rising star, "Eunuch." Tommy is blindfolded, led from the limo, and tied (again with spandex) to a tree lit brightly by the campfire. Naked of course, and front facing the fire. Again that little boner is hard. Hard and waxed completely. No hair to be in the way of the new ring he was about to enter. After a stainless steel catheter was fully inserted down his pee hole, the elastrator streched the smallest of the super-strong ring-bands so it could go around the base of Tommy's entire cock and balls. Elastrator release. Tortuous, yet very pleasing, constriction. Time, time, time. Ever seen a rainbow at night? Tommy's cock and balls died in a fireworks of color. It was awesome. Charlene saw her first live castration. By morning, Tommy was carved and carried away to rocover. In a few weeks, the WWF would be introduced to the first male-looking wrestler who had only silky-smooth nothingness in his spandex. In a year he would go from ultimate insults, to winner of the utimate belts (the first simultaneous champion in three WWF categories -- He, She, It). ***** Charlene was examining the cock and balls. The famous little cock and balls that were first revealed on national pay-per-view were now in her hands. It was the thrill of a lifetime. Even better, Gina and Pamela received permission from their cult leader to present this little trophy to their new member, Charlene. Charlene was an honorary new member, because to be a full member, she was going to have to lose her member at the next campfire. ***** Hard as granite, Charlene began her week of etremely-erotic anxious anticipation. To begin her wait with a meal of sustinance, Gina, Pamela and Charlene went home and cooked up their cock-and-ball trophy. Gina was a practiced master at this culinary art. But she wanted something more for her erotic roast. Charlene was happy to comply. With Gina's own elastrator, and with a fresh stainless steel catheter inserted by Pamela, Charlene soon had her cock tip tightly banded in the sensual grip of death. Charlene, Gina and Pamela knew they would have great fun all day casually watching Charlene's little tip die so it could be cut and consumed for dessert after the roast. **** The roast was delicious. At dessert time, a lot of friends happened by. The happy group just adored seeing the dickens of a dickhead freshly cut before their very eyes. All the girls took lots of pictures. Videos too. One of Charlene's most studly boyfriends provided a creamy sauce. Since there was not enough cockhead to share, all agreed that Charlene should eat herself all by herself. Gina rightly recommended raw. With her own cockhead in her mouth, Charlene was mouth-fucked by a boyfriend who had never had such a kinky thrill. The feel of two cockheads tip-to-tip in the same mouth brought him into knee-weakening explosion. Charlene chewed and savored. She wondered if she would be able to save any of herself for a whole week. It would take a lot of determination to maintain her Castration Great Expectation. ***** Classy Bitch is thankful for the friendly comments she has received about her castration pieces -- they are all easily found on eunuch.org by index-by-author -- but she must now decline to answer the tons of email. She does not have the time, and she is offended by those who offer or attempt psycho-analysis. Castration is a fascination. Thousands visit eunuch.org every day. Hopefully most are erotic but sane, and don't require salvation.
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