My story starts after I was divorced and my children had grown to adults. I was living alone and decide to explore things I was afraid to do before. First I always liked to be naked. I never wear clothes in my home. Naturist societies and locations do not welcome single men, so I was pretty much alone in my nudity. Surfing the net one day I discovered a local group that catered to naked men. I made contact and found it was a mostly gay group but they welcomed any males that wanted to hang out naked. The group scheduled a “social” every month. The locations varied, usually at a member’s home.

I joined the group after visiting one social and finding everyone to be really nice people. No one pushed me to be gay; I was just another member that liked to be naked. I attended almost every social for two years. Slowly I began to realize I wanted to try some of the “after hours” fun and games. I had a short gay relationship before I was married so I was familiar with the feelings. I actually enjoyed being with my male friend very much, but times were different then. Back then I would have been the “bottom” as my friend controlled the activities. I remember I really enjoyed sucking his cock and according to him I was great at it.

So I began to slowly participate in the sexual activities at the afterhour’s sessions. I stayed on the fringes and really was never forward. I waited until someone asked me to join them. Feeling a cock in my ass again brought back great memories. And I loved sucking cocks, licking the heads, sucking them down my throat, hearing the guys moan as they pumped in and out of my mouth and throat. Oh my, I love it when the cock head swells right before they cum. I know to be ready for a mouth full of cum or sometimes pull the cock out and have it squirt cum on my face or chest. The more I participated the more guys would line up to have me suck them off. I was getting to be a well known cocksucker.

After a while attendance was slowing down so the group decided to try games to bring back participants. First they had card games, video game contests, etc. Prizes were mostly bragging rights and sometimes novelties. The games carried over to the afterhour’s sessions as well. There were who has the biggest cock, who is the hairiest, who is the smoothest, who had the largest balls, etc. Prizes at these contests were often blow jobs, jack offs, etc. These got boring after a while as the same guys would usually win. The group decided on more competitive contests. For example who could take the largest cock all the way in their ass? Who gave the best blow job (I won once). And of course the old standby, a jack off contest, who could come first.

Again boredom and lack of enthusiasm set in and the group decided there needed to be incentive to perform and win. So it was discussed and the group chose to punish the loser rather than reward the winner. This would make anyone try that much harder to not lose the competition. The first punishments were spankings, then shaving for the hairy guys, weights on balls, and other mild punishments. After a few sessions of these type activities the group again opted to increase the risk to really ratchet up the contests. This is when I became the first to lose.

At the next social afterhours party the main contest was going to be a blow job contest. Who in the group could make the most guys cum in thirty minutes? The rules were no hands could be used, mouth only. Guys would line up and the contestants had to show cum by opening mouth and showing cum on tongue or let cum spray on face or chest. I entered because I was good at sucking cock, the guys all encouraged me to enter, and I loved sucking guys to cum.

The contestants were seated in low chairs so our legs and knees would not hurt. Our hands were tied behind our backs. There were three of us entered. After we were in place and ready to suck the group leader announced the punishment for the loser. The loser would lose his balls tonight! “What?” I thought he is not serious. He then informed us several of our group were in the medical field and one older gentleman was a retired doctor. So yes the castration could be done safely and professionally. I thought to myself this was a joke, just meant to scare us. They wouldn’t really castrate any of us. Then it occurred to me to just win the contest and it wouldn’t be my problem to worry about. So I licked my lips in readiness.

The guys in each of our lines were selected by lot to ensure fairness. They lined up in front of each us. A timer was set for thirty minutes and then it was started. My first guy had an average size cock so I sucked him in easily. I ran my tongue around and around his cock head and sucked him. I bobbed my head up and down his cock. It took about five minutes until I felt his cock head swell and soon after he came. He did not pull out so I took his cum in my mouth. I pushed him away with my tongue as best I could to save time. Finally he moved away and I stuck out my tongue to show he came. That’s one I thought. I did not take the time to look over to the other guys as I was determined to win. The next guy was un circumcised and did not have his foreskin pulled back so I had to suck him hard and push the foreskin back with my tongue it wasn’t easy as he was tight. Finally I got to his glans and began my tongue bath and head bobbing. He must have had a lot to drink because he just didn’t want to stay hard or come. I kept working until he stayed hard and began to push in and out my mouth. Finally after what seemed like forever he moaned loudly and his cock head swelled. He pulled out of my mouth as he began to cum and sprayed all over my face. I must have looked gross. Anyway two down and I had no idea where I stood in the contest. Another guy stepped up and he had a very large cock. I could hardly open my mouth wide enough to allow it entry. He pushed and I pushed and finally in my mouth it went. There was hardly any room for me to use my tongue all I could do was move my head as much as I could back and forth on his huge cock. Sadly for me it was not much movement and he was not feeling it I could tell. All I was able to do with my tongue was play with his pee hole. I tried using my tongue to like fuck his pee hole. He responded to that and moaned and pushed in as far as he could. I was worried about the time; he was only my third guy. I had no idea how the other contestants were doing. Finally after I don’t know how long his cock head swelled and I actually started to gag. He began to cum down my throat and I was choking his load was so large. I needed him to pull out so the group could see he had come. But he held my head until he finished cumming. By the time he pulled out and I stuck out my tongue to show cum the crowd was clapping and cheering. I thought it was for me until four guys came over and grabbed me by the shoulders and legs and picked me up and carried me to a table in another room. I then began to realize I had lost the contest. I began to struggle but I was out numbered and quickly tied to the table. It was a medical table so I was in a partially raised sitting position where I could see my groin. My arms were tied to posts on the sides of the table. My legs were tied to the table then spread apart as the table split at the end to allow this. I was still struggling and I thought this is a joke and they really wouldn’t do this. But the guys were gathered around the table as two of them in medical gowns approach the table and sat on stools between my legs. They didn’t need to shave me since I had my body hair laser removed years ago. Needles appeared and I was given shots all round my sack and cock. After about fifteen minutes the medical guys pinched and poked to make sure I was numb. Then I realized they really were going to castrate me. Surprising to me I had the hardest erection I could ever remember. They taped my cock to my stomach. Then they applied that orange stuff they use in surgeries all around my balls. One guy held my scrotum out while the other took a scalpel and cut an incision about an inch long at the top of my sack. He took an instrument and stretched to opening a little larger. He then suck his finger in my sack hooked the cords to my ball and pulled the cords and my ball out. Next he took some sutures and tied them around my cord as close to my groin as he could. Once he felt they were sound enough he took my ball stretched it out as far as the cord allowed. The other guy then took surgical scissors and proceeded to cut through the cords holding my ball to my body. I was surprised at how tough the cords were to cut. Two things then happened, the cord was cut through and my ball was freed and I came without being touched. Some of the guys close enough to watch saw this and a loud cheer went up. I was one half ways to being a eunuch and the crowd and I seemed to enjoy it. The medical guy then sewed the incision with six stitches. And proceed to the other side. The procedure there was the same except I remained hard but did not cum. After both balls were removed and I was officially a eunuch, I was cleaned up and bandaged over my cuts. The medical guys made a small incision in my scrotum and put in a drain for any swelling or fluid buildup. It would come out in two weeks with the stitches. I could not help it but I cried a little. The other guys comforted me and told me I would be fine. They liked me and my smooth body, even smoother now with no balls.

Two weeks later I had the stitches removed and the retire doctor gave a prescription for testosterone replacement therapy. My sack really shrank and guys ask if I had my scrotum removed. It just appears that way. My cock shrunk a bit, it was already small, it is really easy to notice I have no balls. I never used my cock much anyway, I like sucking cock and being fucked better than doing it myself.

I still go to the socials. I like being naked. The guys take more interest in me now. Anytime a new guy joins he always wants to feel my crotch and ask me about being a eunuch. I always tell them I have gotten to love it, but for them to be careful if you enter a contest with this group be sure you know what is the loser’s prize.