Pink Hackey-sack Part Two

It was about a year later that I saw him again, the boy who had taken my nuts. Since my castration I had gotten flabbier. My gay doctor suggested male hormone therapy, but I convinced him that female hormones would be more appropriate. Soon after I started gulping estrogen my tits swelled up till they were balloons of sagging fat and my body hair fell out (my dick hair had been wiped out by the surgery to eliminate the shreds of my genitalia). With my bald head and coarse features, I still looked more male than female. There was a hole, like a tiny mockery of a cunt placed so that I could piss sitting down, but I didn’t want a sex change, and I didn’t want to look like a woman. Mostly I just looked like a gender-fucked freak, furthering the process the young jocks had begun.

I had always worshipped straight men. I envied gays who could snuggle up with a lover and feel whole and complete, never yearning for the forbidden fruit, but I never understood their happiness. I needed straight dick. Occasionally I was lucky enough to suck off a guy with a wedding ring in a dirty book store, while he watched a lesbo movie, enjoying the blowjob he couldn’t get from his boring wife. But mostly their dicks were barred to me and I schemed to get whatever scrap of satisfaction I could. I paid straight guys big money I couldn’t spare just to let me lick their feet. One time I was coming out of a bank when I discovered a blond teen jock with a particularly prominent bubble ass bending over his bicycle. I had been on my way to pay bills but I gave him four hundred dollars just to peel down his shorts and let me stare at his asshole for thirty seconds (he timed me) in a nearby alley. On my knees in the dirt, mesmerized by the fresh pink beauty of his virgin anus, I begged him to shit out a turd for me to eat. He called me a “stupid queer,” pulled up his shorts, then punched me in the face and took off with his cash. I was broke for a while but it was worth every second. A luckier time I picked up a pimple-faced hitch-hiking blond farmboy and convinced him to let me suck his ass for a hundred bucks. I found a secluded turnoff and he dropped his jeans displaying a bumper crop of juicy pustules over the pink flesh of his buttocks. I popped each ass-pimple with my grateful teeth, lapping up the little orgasms of pus then sucked his dirty asshole for as long as he would let me. I had little interest in other fags and I though I blew them in anonymous encounters I didn’t need both hands to count the number of times I had gotten off in another guys mouth, or still less, butthole. Truth is I never used my dick except in hetero studded jack off fantasies. I adored their cunt-stinking dicks but I worshipped above all their filthy virgin assholes and dreamed of a straight master who would keep me as his toilet. I could never be successful as a fag and I could never be desired by the men I lusted after. I liked my dickless body. I was as fucked up on the outside as the inside

Then one day I saw a picture of the boy who castrated me in the local section of the sports page. He was going to be competing for the state hackey-sack championships at the junior college that evening. Since he and his friends had cut me the only sexual pleasure I could get was from fucking my ass with huge dildoes. There was nothing left between my legs to stimulate. I could never again have a real orgasm, but sometimes when I fucked myself I built up to an anal spasm that flushed throughout my body in a pussy wave of sexual heat. When I saw the handsome schoolboy in the newspaper proudly displaying the bag that had brought him the regional championship, I had to fuck myself. I lifted a tit and licked my nipple as I dildo-plowed my aching ass, dreaming of the boy-man who had brought me to this sorry state kicking my nuts all over the gymnasium. I had to go to see him in person- see His victory!

The campus parking lot was swarming with hunky college boys. I didn’t get in the gym before I was spotted by some of my hackesack jocks, the witnesses of my ball sacrifice. The buff young blond who had taken my dick saw me first.

“There’s the FAG! The FAG! Hey dickless, how’s it hanging?” the three youngsters with him snickered at that. “Oh yeah, I forgot. My dog ate it! You here to see Jason win?”

I admitted I was there in the hope of seeing his sexy friend and the boy (whose name was Erich) told me that Jason wanted to thank me. Since he had started using my nut bag for all his competitions it seemed he just couldn’t lose. He had scooped out my actual testicles and had the scrotum tanned, dyed hot pink and filled. Then it had been stamped in gold with his initials “J.R..” It was the envy of all the players, although few knew what the handsome bag had cost a faggot. He snickered as he told that Jason had posed with the bag in the photo to lure me to the meet. He had asked Erich and the others to keep an eye out for me and invite me to the post-game drinking party the boys had planned. I was thrilled. To tell the truth I was not sorry he had castrated me and I was glad he was putting my nutsack to far better use than I ever had but I had been somewhat depressed since the boy’s had neutered me. I missed cock. I really needed to be around naked young straight guys and see their big dicks, hear their smutty talk while I fantasized about how they take pleasure. The loss of my balls hadn’t slowed my sexual drive in the least; I had never been hornier. I was so far gone in my fantasy life, my brain had long ago replaced my nuts as my primary sexual organ. I couldn’t wait to see Jason again. If only I could see his dick!

Erich made me wait in the bushes at the edge of the parking lot during the competition. His younger brother Max, a buzzed Aryan beefcake, showed up with a couple of young studs who wanted to to see my crotch. To my extreme embarrassment, they had told these guys (and others) what had happened and were charging them to see where they had cut me. I was apprehensive when the blond bully ordered me to drop my trousers, and I blushed deeply when they saw that I had worn a fat butt plug to the competition, strapped on around my waist.

“Disgusting. GROSS!” A good-looking redheaded jock declared as I displayed my sexless crotch. “Serves you right, FAG.”

A husky tank-topped lad with slicked back dark hair and tanned muscles said, “I heard you just stood there and let them cut your dick off. You like being a sex freak fag?

“Yes, sir, I do…’ I stammered with lowered head as I finished taking my clothes off.

“And Erich fed your dong to his mutt like Alpo? You watched him eat it? I nodded again shamefully. “Dog ate his dick. I’ll be damned.”

More college boys approached us. They all knew about me, but when they actually saw my smooth crotch they acted like they were going to puke. Until now I had no idea how vile and sick straight men would find me now that I was an “it.” They were disgusted at the sight of my blank sexless crotch.

A few of them wanted to see me pee and one boy asked, “Are you still a faggot?”

“Yes, I have to admit that I am a boy crazy faggot. Even though I now no longer have a dick and can’t fuck guys up the butt, I would kiss and lick a straight man’s ass all over and drink his piss and eat his shit too. I’m really a happier queer since these guys cut off my dick and nuts. They were totally useless”

They laughed. “Look at his tits!” a sexy boy snorted. “He’s got udders like a woman!”

“He is a fucking woman! A cuntless cunt!”

Embarrassed as I was there was a tiny bit of pride in the attention I was getting from these husky teen boys. Also I was so fucking turned-on!

“My mouth is my cunt,” I offered, and my asshole. “I love to take big dicks up both of them.”

“Sicko! Can’t cure a faggot, even when you cut his dick off,” Erich declared.

“A bullet’s the only cure for those fuckers!” a young hothead steamed, spitting at me.

When the meet ended I learned that my idol had indeed taken the state championship thanks to some fancy footwork with his special bag. When Jason arrived, shower-drenched and pumped from his workout, he and Max got into a car along with a very sexy Hispanic boy named Manuel, and Butch, a husky brute with jock frosted spiked hair. A chubby young girl was in the car with them and I had a feeling that she had been brought for one reason: her cunt. In the car with them was the strapping boxer dog, “Killer,” who had eaten my prick. He was a stud beauty. I could see his low-swinging meatballs between his legs and the furry sheath of his dog dick as they loaded him into the car. Then Erich put me naked into the car’s trunk and away we went.

When we reached our destination, the other dudes climbed out while Jason went into the back seat with the girl. From the trunk I could hear beers popping and a rap CD playing and through the seat I could hear Jason’s some-on

The girl: “Jason, I didn’t want it to be like this…You do love me don’t you?”

“Of course I love you. You’re the one who got me all fuckin’ turned-on. I nearly lost the title because of you!” He didn’t sound “in love.” He sounded horny and irritated.

Besides he was chewing gum while he was saying it. His thick lips smacked.

“Oh Jason! And I promised that if you won –“

“I could crack you open and that’s just what I’m going to do. Get that towel under your ass cause you’re gonna bleed, baby!” I felt his heavy thrust through the seat back and a rush of excitement shot through me at the thought of a virgin cunt speared through on his hefty root. Score one for Jason!

He was rapid-pumping her cunt-hole, pummeling the cherry he had just popped. As she started groaning in pain, the trunk opened. The other boys were all standing outside the car watching through the rear shield. They dragged me out, slammed the trunk and threw me across it. I could see Jason’s mouthwatering ass bob and rise as he slammed his meat into his bitch. Beads of sweat were forming on his teenage butt rounds as he put it to her. While I watched him enjoy what, thanks to him I could no longer enjoy, they unstrapped the butt plug and I saw that Butch, was holding a baseball bat.

“I can see that you wanna get fucked too, faggot. Don’t worry bitch yer gonna get yours!”

The butt plug popped from my fucked out ass and Butch positioned the “head” of the Louisville slugger in front of my fag pussy. All at once the baseball bat was twisting in my ass, spreading my sphincter like butter. Before I knew it the crude jock had eight inches deep in my ass. The boys were in awe at how fast my pussy swallowed stiff wood. In it went. Eleven inches. Twelve. It was all I could do to keep from grinding my de-sexed hips into the club, I wanted it so bad. “Oh yes, fuck me jock stud! Destroy my cunt!”

‘You love it don’t you, you SICK FAGGOT!” He was disgusted but he kept twisting the wooden fucker. I was rubbing my fat titties as I saw Jason climb off the girl. He exited the car and stood before me, his fat cock bloody. He saw me admiring it. He sneered. “Like my dick, fag? Bet you wish you had one!” I could hear the girl whimpering. “Hey, Jason,” Max called out, “Mind if I go for sloppy seconds?”

Jason’s dick was as beautiful as he deserved it to be. Heavy headed and fat, eleven inches long and the whole blessed thing smeared from kiss-hole to root in cherry blood. Jason took the gum out of his mouth, rubbing it into the girl’s hair. He forced her from the car. She was fucked up- drugged. “You’re my whore now, aren’t you baby? You gonna be nice and fuck my friends?” Jason pushed her down next to me on the back of the car. She tried to protest but Erich slapped her face and warned her, “Shut the fuck up, bitch! Nobody here loves you. You’re only here cuz, you’re poor, stupid and homely and we know we can fuck you! You ought to be grateful!” I couldn’t help thinking he was right.

Max spread out on his back, his tight pale musculature gleaming in the moonlight, his young pole erect and ready to jab the messy cunt. She was made to kneel atop him and then Big brother climbed onto her ass. I thought of what he said when he cut my dick off, “No more butt-fucking for you...”

But apparently there was to be plenty more butt-fucking for him. The horny adolescent ripped into her asshole with no regard for her suffering. She screamed and the other boys just laughed. He was one hung thug and he was rutting on that butt like his boy ass was on fire. As he force-fed his thick sausage into her he started slapping her ass and demanding, “Grateful yet, CUNT?! You grateful yet you FAT PIG?!”

“Yessssss!” she howled. “Fuck me!!”

I felt the bat yanked from my ass and Butch grabbed me by the ankles and pulled me to my feet. The bat was covered with shit and the sexy Hispanic held it out to me to lick clean. Then Butch brought the dog over. It was a stud- a real mean-looking guard dog with a stub tail and a high eatin’ ass. His asshole was like a black cherry in the middle of his golden rump. Between his legs I could see his sheathed dog dick swinging.

“You like that asshole doncha, fag? Good, cuz yer gonna eat it! And we’re gonna take your pitcher while you do!”

There’s nothing like eating out a stud’s dog’s ass while his teenage master watches me. I dove tongue-first into that dirty dog butt while Jason snapped lots of pictures of my sucking face. It was so messy, the excited dog practically took a shit in my mouth. It occurred to me as I lapped that thick mess that my own penis had exited that doggie butt after being churned into a fat smelly turd in the animal’s gut. I wish I could have eaten it then. The thought drove me wild and I started squealing, “Feed me you boxer stud. I’m in love with this dirty asshole.” The boy’s laughed at me. Then I noticed that Butch, who was hung with a six-inch “beer can,” was jacking off. The dog too was erect, his wet red wiener sticking out of its fur covering. Butch stepped forward till he was inches from the dog’s ass. Jason was careful not to get Butch in the picture but he got a sweet close-up as his friend shot creamy wad all over the dookie hanging off the dirty dog asshole. I went crazy trying to lap up that white smeared dog shit. Jason got several shots of that. The guys started laughing.

“Do you know what just happened?” Butch asked. “Now we have pictures of you molesting a dog’s ass with your tongue! Eating dog shit and slurping cum! YOU’RE A DEVIANT AND AN ANIMAL FAGGOT AND WE’VE GOT PROOF!”

The other boys had shot their loads and joined us beers in hand. Jason had a Magic Marker and was writing across my chest in big black letters: DOG LOVER and across my forehead: SUCK CRAZY FAGGOT.

“Did you get it” Erich asked, wiping his shit smeared dick off on the top of my head

“Fuck yeah, stupid queer let us take his picture without even thinking about what we were going to do with it.” It was true. I had been so eager to rim the beast I didn’t care about the pictures. But even if I had known I would have gone through with it. Nothing could have stopped me from eating that dog’s dirty butt.

They told me that the pictures were going to be distributed all over school and if I didn’t watch myself they would be sent to my neighbors, the police and my employer.

Then Jason produced the famous hackey-sack he had made of my scrotum. It was a lovely shade of pink, apparently of the finest leather. He told me that professional players had offered to buy the handsome bag from him. But it was his lucky bag and he would never let it go. Jason had kept my actual testicles hidden in a plastic bag in the basement freezer at his parent’s house. They had been defrosting in the glove box and he brought them out. They were mashed and bruised from the foot-bagging they had been through, the strong young feet that had pummeled them. I was sorry I had missed that pain. He held one up to my mouth and ordered me to eat it. One by one the boy fed me my raw testicles. With difficulty I chewed and swallowed them for him.

Before the boy’s left me there, on the side of the rural road they let me suck off the dog while they went at the girl again I lay on my back as the dog stood over my face. “He ate your dick. Now you eat his,” Jason sneered. He told me to rub the dog shit from my face over “Killer’s” stiff erection. The dog was eager to mount my jaw and feed me raw weenie, and the slick crap made his red eight-incher glide past my tonsils. He growled with satisfaction as the bulb of his fat knot slipped past my teeth. He was as hot as he had probably ever been with a dog bitch. I was thankful to be given the opportunity to make his stud cock burn with pleasure. Something I would never feel again. He had eaten my pleasure pole.

Jason took pictures of me in that position with close-ups of my crotch, and the writing on my chest “DOG LOVER.” It took two of the boys to pull the animal off me before he came and roll him onto his back. They wanted more pictures, this time of me deep-throating the golden hound’s eight inch pole. “Killer” squirmed angrily but quieted as I sunk my head on him. Butch took close-ups of my face with the very accurate label “SUCK CRAZY FAGGOT” clearly displayed. The thought kept running through my mind. This dog deserves the pleasure of a dick. I don’t.

When they had tired of fucking the girl they started getting dressed. I was sorry to see their hard young bodies disappear into their baggy clothes. Then Jason turned to me.

“Stick out your tongue and say, “AAAAhhhh, fag.”

Jason spat in my mouth then told me that sooner or later he would need another bag and had been told that the human tongue, if extracted with care could provide enough smooth soft leather for an excellent hackey-sack. He let me know he would be seeing me again soon and that in the meantime I should lick out all the dog ass and taste all the jizz I could because those days were nearly over.

They left me there in the cold without a stitch to cover my naked body or neutered crotch.

When they had been with me, I felt my life had a purpose. Alone I remembered how worthless I am. I didn’t care what Jason took from me. I was so eager to see him again I would submit to any mutilation. Our meeting a year ago had brought me the only real fulfillment I had ever known. I was kneeling in the mud on the side of the road, as they peeled out, with dog shit on my lips and dog semen dripping down my throat. Between my legs was nothing but scar tissue. I was bleeding out my ass. I was grateful to them. MORE.