“Serious applicants only.” This was the final line of a Craig’s List posting for a special New Year’s Eve party, hosted by a female group seeking male volunteers for nullification. I first read the ad in August, and I recall at first feeling this was some sort of joke. Oddly, I found myself returning to the ad over and over, contemplating its authenticity. In September, I gathered the courage to reply via email.

“What we will give you in exchange for your sacrifice is the gift of true intimacy,” the female responder responded. I still have the email thread which ended up spanning two months. During that period my girlfriend had grown frustrated with me and dumped me. I hit a low point. I did not think I’d miss her and I didn’t, just the sex, the damned sex. It always came down to sex with me. I’d meet girls and fall in love but nothing ever lasts, and so in attempting to ease the blues, I’d jump right in with the next beautiful distraction. On and on. This last one had really floored me. I knew I’d just go out and seduce someone else young and dumb, then break both her heart and mine. This was my mood as I returned to the email several times per week.

“We are a group of about 30 women, some of us slender and some voluptuous; some of us are into more serious torture, but the New Years event isn’t really super exciting, yet something always compels me to attend. We cut a minimum of two, but we keep three volunteers in case one backs out.”

I asked the responder if anyone ever backs out and up to what point he was given in which to change his mind. “Oh yes, some back out. We always give that opportunity. Once you agree to stay however, they will do whatever it takes to get you into scene position. Some guys are smiling right up to it; others have this massive change of heart, and start crying. Some have tried to run, but 60 strong female hands are no match even for the big ones. Whatever, it’s no big deal really. I’ve been to some group gatherings, a little more complicated than castrations, where I end up having multiple orgasms just watching,” she said. I wondered what could me more “complicated” than nullification. I’ve attended a few and will again this year, I just find it fascinating,” she concluded.

“Is there anesthesia?” I replied.

“No, you’re allowed one alcoholic beverage beforehand. I’m told it doesn’t really hurt that much. The banding makes everything kind of numb down there. You’ll feel some pulling and the knife. Afterwards, they give you something to make you sleep, and take you into another room where they re-route your urethra so that you can pee sitting down.”

“Will it be warm in there? Is the cutter a woman? Is it safe?”

She wrote, “All of us are female. The cutter is very beautiful and experienced.”

I wondered about the intimacy statement. Would I just end my sexual career with a hand job or what? I asked for detail. She replied, “We want them here at least two days beforehand. During that time, you get your pick of the litter so to speak. If you really connect with one, we will cancel the normal lottery of who gets to keep your jewels. You can specify to whom they will end up afterwards. It’s kind of like a trophy thing.”

“What about the final orgasm, do I get one?” I asked.

“Oh yes, LOL,” she wrote. “Plenty of us ready and willing. We’ll use our mouths and hands for that one. The moment your spasms of climax end, the cutter will immediately swipe your area with some yellow stuff like Betadine, and quickly snap on the bands.”

“How does that work, the banding?”

“Well remember they want your cock to remain hard after cutting, so she’ll drop a metal rod down your peehole all the way down inside your body and over that she’ll snap the first band at the base of your cock. This keeps it hard. Then she snaps a second band around both your cock and balls down close to your body. She’ll cut between the bands until she hits metal, and she slide your entire genitals up the rod and off.”

By this point in the thread, my mind was swimming. I felt so tired of being a sexual predator at least that is how I defined myself. It would be nice to live without that incessant need. For me sex is like a drug, something I must have though I know it’s so bad for me. I could kick the habit and go out with a memorable sexual experience as a final memory, a fitting end to my sexual predation.

I agreed. Over the next few weeks we used the telephone not email, and we met. I fulfilled their requirements to get a CBC, and STD tighters drawn at the lab. I brought the results and a change of clothes in a bag, took the train to the specified stop, and got out. A slender, extremely pretty thirtyish petite brunette female just appeared as if by magic beside me, studying my face. She seemed so normal and cute that I had to struggle to remember my dark purpose. After identifying herself, she took me by the hand and slid into the backseat of an idling silver Lexus, sandwiching me between her and another woman, one more athletic and a bit rough looking.

At the door of the mansion, several more smiling ladies waited for me to undress completely, which for me felt somewhat embarrassing and thrilling. I stood before them throbbing hard as they appraised me, mostly murmuring identifiable comments. They took my clothing away and said I would not be wearing clothing again until the following year. The entire mansion felt fragrant, humid and warm with so many plants everywhere. I passed more ladies, some of them absolutely gorgeous, others not so much, as my small group of hostesses showed me my room, sparse and white with mirrored walls and a single twin bed.

One on them on each side took my arms and lead me to a white room with a gurney, the whole appearing not unlike an operating theater except again, with mirrored walls. The strapped me to the gurney, my legs up in stirrups and spread wide apart, hands and ankles bound by padded cuffs, and a thick leather belt across my midsection. I wasn’t nervous yet, but no longer was I erect either. Two at a time they came into the room wearing aprons over clothing, one handling my cock, the other hefting my scrotum and palpating my testicles, taking turns. It was both humiliating and arousing. At the end it was the slender brunette that met me at the station with her companion, and she had this warm smile that really got to me. I decided then and there that she was the one to receive my gift at the end.

What happened next can best be described as an all-out orgy to rival any party thrown by a Roman or Persian emperor. I was indeed treated like royalty. What had just transpired was an inspection by the club members. Out of the thirty females, fully eleven of them apparently wanted intimacy with me. They lead me to a room illuminated by actual flame torches on the faux stone walls, the floor completely covered in luxurious pillows. Eleven females filed in, and I was told that the remaining nineteen were watching through the two-way mirrors. I stood and watched them arrive, hoping my brunette was among them and she was one of the last to enter. Also she was the only one smiling. They all wore those same white aprons except this time, they were all naked underneath.

“Get on your knees,” commanded a buxom blonde. She reached behind me, grabbed my balls and yanked down hard and I yelped. “You will lick my ass until I cum. If you do not make me cum, we will stay here all day and all night until you do.” She squatted down on my face and I inhaled and licked for all I was worth. She did not cum. Not even close. My face began to ache, my tongue hurt. Others whom I could not see were sucking and fucking me. I paced myself and continue to lick. I felt close to orgasm and they sensed it and eased their frenetic ministrations to my cock and balls. “You are not permitted an orgasm until the cutting on New Years,” came the muffled message from the woman whose ass by now was cleaner than an operating room table.

The blonde on my face did cum eventually, and when she dismounted, three women were on their knees, heads down, asses up. I was expected to fuck and sodomize each, while others knelt behind me. I did not go five minutes over the next 24 hours without somebody’s hand on my genitals. I dozed atop women and with them using me as a pillow. Then I would be awakened with a finger rudely shoved up my ass or a pussy smothering my mouth. It was everything I had hoped it would be, all of my fantasies playing out. The brunette vexed me however, because of all the women I wanted her the most and although she was present and handling my gonads, she never once had sex with me.

The day of the cutting arrived all too soon. She came in to my sparse room, dressed to kill in current, expensive business fashion including a power skirt, classic Blahnik black pumps, and black nylons. I was on my bed staring at the ceiling and absently fondling my cock, careful not to cum as instructed. She smiled and sat on the edge of the bed.

“So, are you still willing to go through with it?” she asked. “I mean this run up to the event may have you thinking that you’ll miss the sex too much to lose your tools.”

I looked into her eyes, searching for what I don’t know, an answer probably. “If I say no, I’m not ready, do you think there’s a possibility you’d see me? What I mean is, you’ve not allowed me to touch you in any way, and you’re the one I wanted to touch most. I think you’re really kind of perfect, actually. You make it hard for me to go through with this, knowing you exist in the world. Tell me what you want me to do, and I’ll answer.”

Her smile faded just a little as she considered my response. She trailed her fingernails lightly up my inner thigh, giving my cock a playful squeeze. “I’ll say this for you, you have a beautiful body, and you seem like a nice guy. I joined this club to fulfill certain needs in me that can be filled no where else on earth. Actually I’d like to cut you open and pull out your intestines while you watch. But you didn’t sign on for that, so really what I want is for you to announce that you do not want the lottery; that you want to give your gift directly to me. By the way, I’ll be your cutter, and if you’ll agree, then I’ll tie you down and give myself to you right up until this evening’s event.”

Her words stunned me. Gutting? Oh my gosh, this lady was so damned beautiful and yet so twisted. What had I gotten myself into? She gently tugged at my cock and balls, and gazed at me with the most amazing upturned almond shaped brown eyes. “Yes please, my gift is to you and you alone.”

With that she reached down and retrieved the bindings attached to the bed. After a slow strip tease down to her nylons and nothing else, she slid on top of me backwards and planted her anus on my nose, her pussy on my mouth, and started grinding down, while lightly slapping my sack and cock. She came almost instantly, a gusher. Her musk was light, her flavor sweet, and her body lithe and gleaming with the most pale, soft skin. She then rode me reverse cowboy and forward, and I have to say that it took every ounce of self control not to cum. I started begging. I knew the rules but I had to cum, just had to. She smiled. “I’ll let you cum,” she breathed, “later. Tonight. In the meantime let’s just make me cum some more ok? Your tongue is quite talented.” This spurred me on and please her I did. She laid atop of me, sweating and exhausted, my cock still up inside her.

After what seemed like an hour just resting like that, inhaling her sweet breath, we looked at each other in a sudden response to a three-bell tone we heard. “That’s my cue. Listen, I’m going to untie you and lead you to the bathroom where some of us will get you cleaned up and in scene attire. I need to go cut a guy. You’ll come after,” she said, smiling and giving my cock one more squeeze. “Thank you,” she said, “for giving me your gift. I promise it won’t hurt much.” I watched her get dressed and then she took me to the enormous bathroom where one petite and two athletic ladies, nude, proceeded to administer first a two-quart enema, then a three quart, all the way up to a painful four-quart monster that caused two of them to hold me down while the petite one massaged my genitals and distended belly. Releasing the foulness was humiliating as hell, I don’t think I have ever felt that embarrassed. But soon after several more three-quart enemas, I ran clear. They showered me, toweled me dry, rubbed me down with some sort of lavender-scented warm oil, then stood my up and put a white silk smock of some kind over me and matching slippers on my feet.

My brunette came and got me, but it was my three bathers who marched me into the main great room, where my eyes went straight to the stainless steel morgue table in the center of the room with a single spotlight from above shining down onto it. The rest of the room was dark, and I could see the twenty-some females lurking about in the shadows. I could tell by some of their chatter that they had orgasm, I supposed from the cutting that took place before me.

My gorgeous tasty cutter asked me one more time if I wanted to go through with this. She asked loudly and clearly. I hesitated. Her eyes pulled me in. I wanted to badly to cum inside her. I nodded. “I did not hear you.”

“Yes!” I shouted, and with that my three naked escorts still holding me firmly, marched me towards the illuminated steel table. The stopped me at the side of it. Next to the table was a small square table covered with a silk cloth of the same material as my smock and slippers. Underneath I saw metal rods of various diameters, and an Elastrator just like in the photos I had seen online with tiny green bands next to it. I saw a scalpel and also a large jeweled handle knife, curved like a scimitar only much smaller. On the shelf below it was a jar filled with liquid large enough to hold my gonads. It had my name on a label high and centered. At this, I panicked. I completely lost it. I tried to run but my three bathers held me firmly, I was amazed by their collective strength.

“Get him in scene position I don’t care what you have to do!” my cutter shouted as they pulled me roughly onto the table and started strapping me in. I fought against them with all my considerable strength, but it came down to mathematics in the end as it so often does. I was outnumbered. I had publically agreed to this. My cock and balls were doomed and I knew it; I cried, I screamed, I begged, I even threatened to call the law. I heard laughter from the outer darkness for all I could really see was within the sphere of light. Obviously some were getting off on my travail.

My cutter grabbed scissors and snipped away my garment. I was naked except for the silken slippers. She smiled and stroked my face and belly reassuringly. She ran her fingernail down my stomach all the way to my groin leaving a red mark. “Maybe next time you’ll let me open you up, relax! This could be so much worse, believe me it’s nothing.” She bent down now and took my cock into her mouth. I was scared but SO turned on, you cannot relate. My first wave of orgasm hit hard and she removed her mouth and continued to stroke me. White pearls of cum spewed and arced high into the light. It must’ve been some show but from my perspective it was acutely pleasurable to the point of almost pain, it felt so good. It took 20 seconds for the waves to fully subside, and as the last one hit, my cutter dropped in the steel sound which disappeared deeper than my cock was long, then quickly snapped a band over it. The band nestled at the base of my cock, keeping it very hard. Another band she snapped over everything including my balls. I was sobbing a little as she painted the entire area with solution.

“I’ll ask once more, do you want to proceed with this?” she asked, holding my cock in one hand, the jeweled knife in the other.

“No let me up! I swear I do NOT want this, do you all HEAR ME?” I screamed.

With an incredible gleam in her eye that I shall never forget, she said, “Too bad! You’re mine now,” and with that she tugged at the entire gonads and starting underneath down close to my anus, she started sawing in circular swiped around and around like a pipe cutter, getting closer to the steel rod with each revolution. I screamed so loud it hurt my throat. Despite the slight numbing caused by the banding, this pain was unlike any other. It felt like my genitals were getting cooked in frying oil. The whole process took maybe 30 seconds but it felt like forever. She hit metal, and the last thing I recall before blacking out was watching her overjoyed expression as she lifted my cock and balls from my body never to be seen by me again.