We talked and drank, and he made it clear he was interested, but wanted me to go home with him to meet his significant other.

It wasn't until we got to his place I found out his significant other was a woman; a very shapely and attractive woman, about four inches shorter than me. She had longish brunette hair that was very enticing and sensual. Frankly, she was a knock-out!

He was a tall man, about an inch taller than me, and had black hair and blue eyes. When he stripped, his pubic hair, bushy underarm hair, and body hair was black. Her pubic hair was also black, as was mine. A threesome was soon in progress. He was an attractive man, the kind I could lust after privately in my thoughts, and I couldn't keep my eyes off his male genitals, butt, and strong muscles.

Wishing to proceed slowly, I told them, "Look, I'm not sure about all this; I just want to try a few things, not go full throttle."

But before long they had my naked body in their bedroom, restrained on their bed. We were each feeling each other all over. I was equally attracted to her as I was to him. His circumcised penis was to die for, as was his low-hanging ball bag. He was masculine but not like a body builder. Her breasts were just right, and I found myself tit-lusting like I had never done before. Her butt was an eye-catcher, and her lovely female slit alluring. I was also enticed by their smell; it wasn't offensive, but rather, desirable and all natural. They each took turns stroking my penis, cupping my balls, and teasing my anus with a promise of penetration.

I put my foot down.

"I don't want my anus penetrated." But it's like I hadn't said anything at all. He put me on my back on the bed, and raised my legs up, exposing my peanut butter hole. He quickly lubed my anus with a thick finger, and began to insert his erect, aroused penis into my secret opening. He pumped so hard and fast, I felt like he was going to wreck my rectum. As he pumped, he grabbed my balls and stretched, pulled, yanked, dug in his fingernails, and squeezed until I feared I'd lose them in his hand. My insides never felt so impacted and full and pressured up. I squealed a time or two.

"It hurts," I protested.

"My cock is just as thick and round as your turds," he said gruffly.

"But my turds don't pump in and out; they just go out," I protested.

She sat on my face and ordered me to lick her vagina and anus. She was sweet to the taste and I got a raging hard on. She rocked back and forth, tickling my face and nose with her pubic hair and pulling energetically and savagely on my penis, as my insides were pulsed, pumped and probed by him.

She rocked on my face, alternating my tongue between her female pit and her sensual butt hole. She leaked female lust juice all over my face, the taste of which was intoxicating. All I could do with my hands was grab her butt cheeks and keep them parted for my lusting eyes and thirsty tongue. When she climaxed, she roared, rocked, gyrated, bounced up and down on my face, and generally went into full orgasmic abandon right on my sex-wet face! Her crotch pulsated to such an extent, I thought I'd be sucked right up into her vagina or anus as she convulsed climactically. I would love to have been pulled into her insides at that moment of orgasmic frenzy!

Then they changed positions as he pulled his hardened penis out of my peanut butter hole. He straddled my face next, pointing his butt-flavored cock in my face.

"I don't want to suck a penis," I protested, but he forced it into my mouth and compelled me to lick and suck, taking several inches of it into my mouth. There were traces of my peanut butter on it, and I had to clean it off him as he gagged me with his thrusting action.

He never turned loose of my balls, which by now were aching in a very sensual, naked-making way. The viscious nut action was both arousing and frightening at the same time. I began to sense that I was going to lose them, even as I was afraid I wouldn't. Yet, I didn't want him to stop.

She put a vibrating dildo in my peanut butter hole, which aroused and excited me tremendously, and continued stroking my penis violently.

I gagged and choked at the size of his penis being orally pleasured by my mouth. At one point I pulled it out, and protested, "I don't want you to cum in my mouth."

It's like I hadn't said anything at all. One more thrust and he grunted, groaned, and then powerfully flooded my mouth with his hot, sticky, globulated male milk. There was so much sperm I had to swallow it or drown as it burned my throat and caused it to be raspy. Some of it spilled onto my cheek, it's odor filling my nose with an odd and objectionable smell. The lukewarm feel was repulsive yet, this was a new experience for me, so I tried to savor the flavor. He pumped, squirted and spurted so much sperm into my mouth, I could barely keep up with the flow. And even though I had a gagging reflex a time or two, I continued to suck, beckoning his masculine juice out of his testicles.

She kept up at my penis as he pulled out of my mouth. He turned around in a 69 position, then staddled my face with his slightly hairy butt as I protested, "I don't want to lick a man's anus..." Then plop! He squeezed my face with his cheeks and rode my nose and tongue with his eager asshole, compelling me to taste his anal slit, slip my tongue in, and probe his secret opening. He groaned in ecstacy as I tongued his puckered anal ring.

By way of comparison, her anus was far more tasty and desirable than his, but right at that instant, I had no choice. My hands parted his cheeks and exposed his crack and anus to my eyes, nose and tongue. I wondered if he would suffocate me with his cheeks as they pinched my face powerfully and resolutley.

While he kept me occupied, I felt her clamp something on my scrotum. I couldn't see it for his butt, and I didn't know what it was until I felt some intense pressure on one of my unprotected, vulnerable, exposed testicles. It was then that I began to suspect that they were going to cut my balls off! I pushed his crotch away from my face as hard as I could and protested,

"I don't want to be castrated!" But it was as though I had said nothing.

Right then I felt a horrendous pain shoot through my nut sack; a pain that reverberated through my abdomen, crotch, back and stomach. I fought the urge to vomit, knowing I'd have to taste his sperm again as it erupted from my stomach. The pain lasted for what seemed like an eternity, and I stopped licking his anus.

As the pain lingered, he rocked his hips back, and then dangled his balls above my mouth, inviting me to bite, lick and suck them. I figured, turn about's fair play, so I sucked them into my mouth and was vigorous with my teeth and tongue action on his manhood. I wanted him to fear losing his balls, and I decided if I had lost control and bit them off, I would chew them up and swallow them so they could join their cum in my belly!

I then felt her making some adjustments at my ball sack, and felt a second painful jab shoot through my body like the first. Without being able to see what she had done, I realized that I might have been castrated at that instant in spite of my objections.

I bit even harder on his masculine danglers as he groaned appreciatively. He seemed to enjoy the risk of losing his balls to my teeth as he made no effort to pull them out of my mouth. The feel of his scrotum filling my mouth was strangely satisfying; a complete opposite to the taste of the sperm that had come out of these very balls a few minutes before. I separated each one with my tongue, sucked them, and nibbled at them profusely.

He shot another wad as I worked his nuts over. I was distinctly aware that his cum had shot out of his balls hanging in my mouth, through his cock, and onto my chest. He collapsed and then a few seconds later, he rolled off me. His black pubes at my eye level, his glistening, softening cock hanging down, a slight wetness of cum dripping from his tiny pee hole.

I still hadn't cum yet! I protested, "I don't want to cum in front of you." But it's as though I hadn't said anything, because she began working my man tool heartily, and before too many seconds, I was shooting what I instinctively knew was my fianl load of sperm. She coaxed me enthusiastically with, "Come on sweetie, give it to me. Shoot! Spill it. Gush forth. Wet me. Flood the bed. Give me a river. It's your last climax sweetie!"

At the finality of that last statement, I must have shot another gallon of sperm because they both marveled at my achievement. While I had my sperm release, I remembered how their bodies felt, tasted, and smelled. I recalled how each of their crotches looked as they stradled my face. I shot and shot and shot one drop after another of sperm at each vingette and mental image of sex. In the past, I had fantasized about castration in my private, personal moments as I masturbated, but I never actually believed it would really happen! I harbored deep, dark lusts at the thought of losing my nuts during a hot sex experience; the ultimate nakedness and exposure, the ultimate climax, but that's all it was: lustful thoughts. I never really desired to be castrated, nor did I really want to lose my masculine orbs. I didn't want to be nutless. I didn't really want to be without balls. I didn't really want to be emasculated. I didn't really want to experience the ultimate nakedness; that of nut nakedness!

I was spent and drained. I closed my eyes momentarily as he got up and they moved about the room.

"Should we?" she asked.

"Yeah, let's do it," he said. "Let's finish his manhood off."

I opened my eyes in time to see her weild a large knife and feared for what was left of my masculinity.

"Please don't cut my cock off," I pleaded. She stopped, put the knife down, and began to talk soothingly to me.

"Sweetie, that's what we've been waiting to hear. You said the magic word. If you had said 'please' before, instead of making all these demands, and stating your refusals to be anally and orally penetrated, publicly climaxing, and being castrated, we might have spared you all that."

So there it was...I had challenged them every step of the way. They took their ques from me: I told them I didn't want to be butt fucked and they did. I told them I didn't want to suck a man's dick and it was shoved into my mouth. I told them I didn't want to lick a man's anus, and it was pushed onto my face. And finally, I told them I didn't want to be castrated and I was! The only thing that saved my penis was me pleading, "Please don't cut my cock off!"

Had I also said, "Please don't castrate me," I might still have my balls!

I learned a few minutes later that she had used a burdizzo clamp on my nutsack, and that within a short period of time, my testicles would be completly dead, and I would be a non-functioning male, with inoperable testicles! I was at present, a eunuch now!

They kept me there for another day tending to my wounds and ensuring I would recuperate from my ordeal. I learned to say "please" for every request from that point on, and I made no demands or resisted any of their efforts. I had learned the hard way that they did just the opposite of what I said. I also learned that I was both straight and gay, but a lot of good that did me now.

During my convelescence, I watched them go at each other sexually in bed as I pined for my balls, missed my lost manhood, and wallowed in envy.