It all started when I went to this conference on starting up franchises. It was sponsored by some government organization, with all the usual tat that comes with these events. There were a number of franchise opportunities, lectures on running a successful outlet, and so on. An overwhelming number of people came.

I was moving slowly through a giant mass of bodies, pushing and being pushed, during the recess, when a man came up and introduced himself.

“Hey there buddy, how’s it going?” He asked. I didn’t know him.

“I’m doing good.” I replied, taking his jutting hand into my own. It was a firm, practiced handshake. Nothing out of the ordinary.

“Well that’s not doing great,” he patted my shoulder, and drew me over toward a wall, away from the streaming masses and nagging wags. “My name’s Mike Chavenau, pleased to meet you.” Still shaking my hand.

At first I was ready to be confrontational, no stranger would bug me. But then, thinking of the setting, I figured making a contact couldn’t hurt, even if it was a salesman of some kind. He got a card out and handed it to me. It said on it ‘Suckers’ and the usual contact information. Well, it piqued my interest. I gave him my card.

Mike said he worked for a new franchise starting up out of California. He didn’t get into details about what the franchise actually did right away. He distracted me with small talk about football and MMA fighters. Then he asked, “What do you think about adult shops?”

“Well, I’m a man. They don’t bother me.” I said.

“You know, Tommy” calling me by a pet name, as I introduced myself as Tom, “I have got a great adult franchise and we are looking to expand. It’s very classy, what we are doing, and very discrete. And we guarantee a profit within two years or it’s no loss to you. That’s in the contract.”

“Well, I don’t know, you’ve got to have some more information than this.” I said.

“Come on up to my room at 7.30 tonight, I’m having a group of other prospects up there. Hey, Tommy, you have nothing to lose. Room 814.” He said, with great confidence

“Well, maybe I will.” I said, hesitant. He looked me straight in the eye.

“7.30, Room 814.”

***

I showed up. Of course I did. Mike was the only f**king person to introduce themselves to me all day. I rang the bell at Room 814. A woman, she was nothing special, opened the door and let me in. It was a large suite. Several men were already there, mulling about and having drinks. The woman offered me a drink as well. I took it, and went to where the others were standing. They were looking at some promotional brochures. Indeed, there was quite a spread of paper and pretty pictures all over the coffee table. I didn’t notice exactly what was on them right away. The other men were quite, all looking a bit startled. Then Mike came into the seating area from one of the bedrooms.

“Hello gentleman. Well, I see some of you made it.” There were 6 of us, not including Mike or the dumpy woman. But it felt crowded in the hotel suite, anyways.

“So, I know you don’t want a boring promotional lecture. Let me just get straight to the point,” he paused. “The people behind Suckers have done their research and found a huge, totally untapped market for genital modification for men. We offer the equipment, the know-how, the complete set up. All you do is run the outlet, simple as that.”

Genital modification!? A panicked thought ran through my mind. I took another sip of the drink.

“Suckers is a one stop shop for all genital modifications currently in demand by men. With the passage of the Contracts Act by the new Republican Congress, there is no risk of future liability, either, as all contract provisions can no longer be trumped by liability laws.” Maybe I should stop voting for Democrats, I thought.

***

So, I opened a Suckers. Every man in the room did. We all signed up. Maybe it was something in those drinks, but it seemed like a really great idea. I started with one and an option to build four. I don’t think it was at all rational. I mean, I never thought any guy would want the crazy, fucked up services we sell at Suckers.

But came they did.

We offer four services: castration, penectomy, prostate removal, and penile inversion (only available if castration and penectomy not previously performed). Penectomy is by far the most popular service that we provide.

The first fourteen customers all came for penectomy. Several have since returned for castration. In any event, within the first three months I had 124 penectomies ($2,000.00 each), 98 castrations ($1,000.00 each), 10 prostate removals ($5,000.00 each), and 8 penile inversions ($9,000.00 each). I resell the collected bits to Suckers for a small amount as well. Penis is very much in demand and Suckers will pay an additional $2,000.00 for each one. Suckers also sponsored a discrete ad campaign for the first three weeks of the store’s opening. All in all, pretty good.

The process for dealing with customers is simple. They come in for an initial consultation. Me, or one of my staff members, talks with the customer about his individual needs and desires, reviews past testimonials from other clients, and gives the customer access to our website, which has full information on all the procedures, after care, and outcomes; financing is also available. About 75% of initial consults return within 5 weeks. We also offer group services.

The set up for the operations is pretty straightforward. When a guy returns he has selected the procedure(s) to be done to him. We base the routine on the selections. Everyone comes into our storefront, through the door with the necessary adults only language on it. We move them quickly from the waiting area into the cool-off lounge, where we give them drinks and food, and generally allow them a little while to relax and mentally prepare. Most of them are already aroused at this point, but we ensure the air is enriched with chemicals that guarantee full arousal of the male. A minimum of 15 minutes of exposure to the lounge air is needed to ensure 3 hours of arousal.

The man or men, as the case may be, are then taken to a changing facility, where they disrobe. They remain naked until the end of the routine.

Let me use an example for what goes on next. Last week we had three men come in here, all recent college grads, who had made a pact to get modified together. One choose full nullification, two decided on penectomies. They said they needed to watch each other, and brought a camera to record the events.

All three were well built men. The soon to be null (but with prostate) was a good 6’3” with full, defined pectoral muscles. Blonde as well. Very attractive, I thought. He said he wanted to have his balls removed first. The two having penectomies looked so alike they may have been brothers, roughly 6 foot, with dark brown hair and eyes. Medium swimmer’s builds.

All men to have penectomy or inversion must have pubic hair removed, so all three of these had cream applied and were showered before the procedure. They were made free of body hair, at least for now. It made their youth stand out remarkably. Their sculpted flesh shown brightly.

The two penectomies were first. Each machine had its own room. So we went to the penectomy room. The machine is a black box on an adjustable leg, with wires and hosing discreetly connecting it to the ceiling. It has a large eye, which caps the hole.

The first of the men stepped up. The eye opened, and he slid his dick in. He shut his eyes.

They always quiver and moan, and often thrash, during the process, so the machine has to flex back and forth with the body. But the pleasure is apparently such that the man never lets his cock back out during the process. The machine slurps and gargles over and over and the man thrashes to and fro. The process takes about ten minutes. Then the man lets go, and drifts about. Often it’s best to have an attendant on hand to hold them up as they loose themselves in the new sensations. The outcome is beautiful, and several stump options are available. On this man, above a stuffed scrotum is a beautiful, sculpted stump, flush with the abs, with a large hole, enough to place a few fingers in and stretch the outer part of the small stump and finger the urethra. The man who went found the joy of playing with his stump quickly, his hand touched it and didn’t seem to let go. His friends laughed and filmed him, desperately squeezing and stretching what was left of his fat dick.

His little doppelganger immediately rushed up to the machine, and slid his large, 9 inch meat into the machine’s hungry eye. The process soon enough started again. This time the friends were getting rowdier, touching their friend as the machine sucked on his member. Licking his ass and his ears. Touching themselves. The one who had just been cut, his face was red and sweaty, his eyes a million miles away, as he stood their still touching his stump and his balls. I watched his face get redder, his eyes widen. I saw him cum for the first time without his dick. He moaned across the room, everyone looked at him. He pulled his hand away from his stumped and licked the white goo off his hand. Breathing was still heavy, his muscles still strained in pleasure. Once cut, it seemed the guys could never get enough again.

Click, and the second penectomized student came off the machine. He stood there dumbfounded though. So I went up to him and placed his hand on the stump. He giggled, but didn’t masturbate. They don’t always right away, I guess.

I asked the third, “Do you want your penectomy first or your castration?”

“I don’t know, what’s better?”

“We should castrate you first, that way you’ll get the ‘nutting orgasm’ through your dick. Guys really like that.” I said.

The three of us went to the castration room. The machine was a bit like a saddle that the man stood over. I walked the soon to be null up to the machine, and he positioned himself over it. Its eye opened, and he dropped his sac in. This machine works much faster, only a minute or two. The null tensed up as his balls were seized the machine, it constricted them tightly, stretched them, then split the sack and individually cut the cords. Customers said it felt like “someone tickling the inside of your nuts until you cum.” Just as I thought of that, a geyser of cum shot out of the soon to be null’s fat cock. His blue eyes pulsed, and he laughed. I love it when laugh as they cum.

He stood up, his gorgeous dick denuded, separated finally from its hideous balls. I still loved the look of just penectomy, but a eunuch was so special as well. I felt my own penis engorging as I looked at his sackless body.

We then went back to the penectomy room, which had been cleaned of its residue, to finish the null. The two friends were looking more and more interested in playing with their new toys than watching their friend, but they kept on filming despite the obvious urges when one does not have a penis anymore. The thought of them playing with their stumps and their nuts and their asses made me more and more aroused. I wondered if the air from the lounge was not escaping in here.

I set up the null on the penectomizer. The swaying and the moaning started up, and his friends eagerly licked at his ass. The null was really enjoying it. His muscles bulged under his thin skin, his veins bursting as his arms tightly grasped at the machine. His breathing got heavy and deep, he hissed through his teeth even. Then finally he relaxed, let out an enormous sigh, and pushed the machine off. He was a beautiful null. The setting I had used left no stump whatsoever. He had no genitals except his disgusting prostate (he did come back later and have that removed).

After the final penectomy the three retired to the lounge, where we allowed them to play for several hours with their new things.

I guess it was while I watched them experimenting with their toys on the CCTV cameras that I really started to think about how I might like to get my own dick cut off for once. I had watched so many men enjoy themselves so much. All the testimonials and then seeing them masturbating with their stumps. I could even get my dick cut off and have a portion of the inner penis shaped to allow me to finger myself, or maybe even get fucked once it was loosened up from masturbation. It would only take four or five months to heal up fully like that and in the mean time I could already be fingering the stump of my own dick! I came in my own pants. I had also been watching the first man, who had chosen this design as well, letting cum pour out from his stump onto the null’s asshole while the other one punch-fisted the null.

While I let them go at it, I walked over to hair removal. We were already closed for the day and the staff had gone home. No one would know, for now. I decided to get rid of all the hair on my body, I wanted the complete skin sensation people described after being penectomized.

I walked into the penectomy room and placed my setting into the machine. I stepped up to it, and the eye opened, I put my dick in.

At first, it felt like it was sucking my dick, soft and gentle. Then it became more aggressive, like a tightening asshole wrapping itself around my dick, I felt something move down my urethra deep into me, it felt like it was pulsing, it felt so good. I moaned. The little machine slurped away. I started to cum, but it felt like it was all stuck inside me, I couldn’t get any of it out. It felt so good to have my cum trapped like that while my dick was pulsating with a throbbing orgasm. I was about five minutes in. The tension and constriction started to feel really hard, and I started to tense up myself, I was feeling the pressure and joy of having my dick squeezed off. I noticed the null to my side, I gasped, but I was a little too lost in the machine to worry, he came up and started to stroke my muscles, I felt the warmth across my sweaty pecs and abs, and then he used my sweat to finger my asshole, I gasped again, as at the same time the machine smashed my dick head completely off and the probe expanded to allow the stump to become penetrable.

I finally felt my dick slide off the probe. It felt so relaxing, the finger fucking and the dick sliding away from me. The pent up cum trapped inside me. Finally, with what felt like a giant kiss on my stump, the machine pushed off. I furiously fingered at the hole in my stump and squeezed at my nuts. The fingers in my ass. “Ugh!” All the pent up cum just flowed out.

I didn’t stop orgasming for six hours.