His birthday was on a Saturday this year. Lance and Nick started the day with a two hour sex marathon. They brunched in the nude, and had another marathon session after.

Only this time was different. Despite his initial protest, Lance was going to town on Nick’s cock and balls. At first, Lance did the usual stuff. But just as Nick was about to cum, Lance bit down on the base of Nick’s cock. Nick threw back his head and let out a roar that was equal parts pleasure and pain.

As Nick came, Lance shook his head back and forth, as if he was going to rip Nick’s dick off. At least until he started to choke on the amount of cum that was filling his mouth and throat. Nick shuddered, and collapsed onto the bed. He looked down and his grin faded a little as he realized Lance hadn’t even biten hard enough to break the skin.

“So,” Lance said, wiping a dribble of cum off his chin. “You still want to give that up?”

“This?” Nick asked as he gave his deflating cock a shake. “That’d have been better if you’d bit the damn thing off.”

“I’m serious. Are you really sure you want to have you cock and balls cut off?”

“Just a small stub is all I need. Enough to play with, but enough that you wouldn’t even see anything if I wasn’t hard.” Nick caressed Lance’s hard cock. “Maybe if I had something as impressive as this, I might not. Speaking of, why don’t we put it to good use? My ass isn’t used to being ignored like this.”

Lance kissed Nick. “I’m going to have a quick shower. Then I want you to have one too. Take as long as you want. Say, half an hour or more.” Nick kissed him back.

“And just what am I going to do in there that long?”

“Your balls could use a shave. Hell, why not shave all your pubes? It’s been a while since you’ve been smooth.”

“As you wish.”

While Nick was in the shower, Lance was busy getting things ready. Rick was the first to arrive, as he had the most to get ready. Chris and his boyfriend Max were next. Followed by Leroy. It was Chris who’d kept in touch with Leroy all these years, specifically about what they were all here for.

At most parties the host would take his guests coats. For this party Lance collected everyone’s clothes. Once done, everyone was subtly checking everyone out.

Chris could have been Nick’s brother. They had similar looks, the same build, and the same gear. The difference was Chris still kept his body hairless from the neck down. Max was average height, and was in shape. Muscular, but without a lot of definition aside from his chest. He carried just a hint of extra weight in his midsection, but it looked good on him. He kept his head shaved, but had a neat, carefully trimmed bearded. He had a light coating of hair on his chest, arms, legs, and groin. It was more noticeable as he had black hair and very white skin. His balls were medium sized, and hung low. His cock was long, uncut, and of average thickness. As soon as he was naked, it sprung up fully hard. His most stunning feature were his large, piercing blue eyes, framed with thick, dark lashes.

Leroy was the only black guy in the room. He was straight, but was open minded. He worked out often, and liked showing off at any opportunity. Modeling part time was part of that attitude too. He was more cute then handsome. His skin was perfectly smooth, and completely flawless. Almost as if he’d been airbrushed. His brown eyes matched his skin tone. His gear was on the small side of average. He playfully grabbed it with one hand and joked that he was the proof that the whole all black guys being hung thing was a myth. Over the years he’d taken the position if he made fun of his cock first, no one else would bother. He’d actually turned off more women then not by doing so. But he couldn’t help himself.

Then there was Rick. He was good looking in a generic way. Blonde hair, blue eyes, tan skin. He’d look more at home at a beach then in an operating room. He was average height, average build, light on body hair. There was nothing extraordinary about his cock, but he had an impressive set of low hanging balls. They swayed back and forth with every move he made. Max couldn’t help but comment, and Rick joked that they got in the way more often then not. And that he had half a mind to cut them off after he was finished with Nick.

As Rick finished setting up in the dining room, the others had a few drinks in the living room and tried to act casual. Despite all of them feeling awkward with being naked in a situation they’d normally be clothed for. And awkward over what they knew was going to happen.

Finally Nick appeared. He had showered, dried off, and styled his hair. His pubes were shaved completely off, and he couldn’t help but feel the smoothness. Which is what he was doing when he walked into the living room and encountered his partner and friends all standing around naked.

“Surprise!” Lance shouted. Nick agreed it was indeed. He asked what was going on, and Lance explained. “I thought what better way to mark your twenty-eighth birthday then to ... cut your cock and balls off.”

Nick started to laugh. “Okay, very funny. So what’s the real deal? Celebrating my birthday in our birthday suits?” He looked at his friends, who suddenly looked very embarrassed. Leroy and Max were covering themselves with their drinks. Rick had suddenly found a certain point on the ceiling to be extremely interesting. “Wait. You’re not ... serious are you?”

“It’s what you said you wanted,” Leroy said.

“Yeah, but ...” Nick crossed the room, and pulled Lance into one of the most passionate kisses of their relationship. “You’re incredible.”

“So, you’re going to go through with it?”

“Try and stop me.” Everyone in the room relaxed a little. “So you guys all know?” Chris explained that they all knew, and all wanted to support him. And somehow that had led to the idea they all be naked for it.

“That was my idea,” Max admitted. “Just kind of seems hot. I mean, a guy getting his dick chopped off while surrounded by a bunch of guys all showing off their dicks.”

When Nick questioned how Leroy, a straight guy, got talked into this, Leroy gave his now hard four and a half inches a flick. “The Q-ball has a point. It’s kind of hot. Besides, I figure if uh, after seeing you loose yours, I’ll know for sure if I want to do the same or not. I’ve always said, I’d rather be dickless then have a tiny dick.”

It wasn’t long after that they all went into the dining room. The table had been covered with a plastic sheet, and Nick was helped up onto it. Nick’s cock was as hard as it could get. Rick carefully fed a catheter into Nick’s urethra.

He then loaded the elasticator Lance had purchased. Nick yelped as the first band went around his sac, right against the base of his cock. He yelped once more as Rick snapped a band around the base the cock. As close as he could get it to Nick’s abdomen. Rick repeated it again, leaving a small gap between the two bands on Nick’s cock.

Rick then stepped away from the table. “Guess I’m up,” Leroy said. He took a scalpel from Rick, and walked up to the table’s edge. Nick was confused, and a little nervous. He assumed either Rick or Lance would be doing the cutting.

As Rick had previously instructed, Leroy grabbed his friends balls, and gently pull them so the sac was tight. He took a deep breath, and poked the scalpel into the sac, making a small vertical incision down the middle of it. Nick cried out. When Lance asked, Nick insisted he was okay.

Sweat started to bead on Nick’s forehead. It was really happening. Twelve years now he’d been dreaming of this day, but he’d convinced himself it could never be anything but fantasy. But the sharp pain in his balls reinforced the idea this was no fantasy.

Leroy set the scalpel down and took his place with the others. “My turn,” Chris said. Chris walked over to his best friend. He touched Nick’s balls for the first time since they were eighteen and had last jerked off together. He carefully worked Nick’s left nut up towards the incision. He was surprised by the lack of blood. Just a few drops it looked like. With a little squeeze, he popped Nick’s left nut out his sac. Nick sucked in a quick breath. He could actually feel his ball touching the outside of his sac. His ball hurt, as if protesting at being removed from the safety and comfort of its home. Chris pulled the ball away from Nick, stretching the chord a little. Without warning, he pulled the scalpel through the chord, severing it. Nick groaned in pain, but kept from crying out.

Time stood still for a minute. Despite the searing pain working its way into his abdomen, Nick couldn’t believe that was his left nut dangling from his friend’s fingers. Chris was thinking something similar. He felt a little guilty about having half castrated his best friend. Chris set the severed ball onto a metal tray on a small table that stood beside Rick.

As Nick stared at his former testicle, Max approached the table. With the pain of what had just happened, Nick hadn’t noticed Max was doing anything until he felt his right nut pop out of his sac. Max thought for sure he’d blow his load just doing that much. He felt the ball. It was soft, smooth, and warm. He always knew how fragile guy’s balls were, but he never realized they were like this. One little squeeze and he could pop this thing. Before he gave into that temptation, he pulled the ball so the chords went taunt, and severed them with one stroke.

This time Nick roared with pain. For a second his vision went white. Sweat broke out all over his body. When his mind and vision cleared, he saw Max walking back to stand by Chris. Max’s cock was shooting out huge gobs of cum, but he was so stunned by what he’d just done he didn’t seem to even notice. In fact, it wasn’t until Chris pointed it out that Max did, and he immediately went bright red with embarrassment.

Rick checked to make sure Nick wasn’t going into shock. He offered Nick anesthetic, but Nick refused. He knew it would hurt, but he wanted to feel his cock coming off, just as he’d done with his balls.

Leroy came back to the table, took the scalpel, and started cutting just below the band on Nick’s sac. After the pain from being castrated, Nick barely felt his sac come off. Leroy placed the sac next to it’s former occupants on the tray. Nick was breathing heavy, trying not to focus on the pain. Three of his friends had just castrated him. Not even in his fantasies could he have imagined something so erotic. Again, the pain in his gut reminded him it was no fantasy.

Nick knew what was coming next. He started to shake, partly from nerves, partly from anticipation. His balls were gone now. Even if he changed his mind, it was too late. But it didn’t really matter. With HRT he’d be fine. But what was going to happen next was a bigger deal. There wasn’t any injection of gel that could substitute for what his cock did. Once it was gone, it was gone.

Lance took a deep breath. He knew what he was doing in the technical sense. But part of his brain was freaking out. He was going to cut his partner’s cock off. This was insane. Yeah, he’d just watched as three guys took turns castrating Nick. But even that didn’t seem a hundred percent real yet. He could still back out, not do it. But knowing Nick, he’d grab the scalpel and try and cut the thing off himself. Lance reminded himself this wasn’t about him, it was about Nick. And what Nick wanted.

He stood beside the table, and stared down at his partner. Nick was covered in a fine sheen of sweat, and was shaking slightly. He was nervous. Scared. But there was an intensity in his eyes that wasn’t usually there. “It’s okay Lance,” he said calmly. “This is what I want. You know that.”

“I know.” Lance picked up the scalpel, took a deep breath, and grabbed his partner’s cock with the free hand. Everyone was focused on Nick’s cock. Every cock in the room was now rock hard. This was it. The main event.

Lance placed the scalpel on the base of Nick’s cock and pressed a little. Nothing happened. He steeled himself and pressed harder, but only made the skin indent a little. He shifted the scalpel a little, pushed harder, and the tip disappeared into the flesh of the cock. Nick gasped a little. So did everyone else in the room.

Slowly Lance pushed the blade in further. There was more resistance then he’d imagined. He slowly pulled the blade through more of the cock flesh, now knowing just how much force to use. Nick was alternately groaning, sucking in sharp breaths, and moaning. Lance continued to move the blade around, through the cock flesh. Nick started to let out little cries of pain.

Lance felt the blade hit the catheter, and he was careful to avoid cutting it. He’d made an incision halfway around Nick’s cock. The cock was taking on a purple tinge and Lance could feel it slowly starting to cool. He kept going, pushing the blade further around. Nick’s little cries off pain were becoming short screams. His breathing was becoming heavier.

The blade slid into the original incision point with ease. Nick roared in pain. “Stop! Fucking stop!!” Everyone was stunned. Lance step back, the scalpel slipping out of Nick’s cock and landing on the table next to Nick’s hand. Nick had propped himself up a little, and was staring down at his cock. It was laying to the side against his tight. The flesh between the two bands had separated and looked like sliced, bloody leather. He was breathing in short quick breaths, his body slick with sweat. His jaw was clenched and his brow furrowed, his face a study of agony. And there was fear in his eyes.

Rick was the first to speak. “You want anesthetic?” he asked. “Because it’ll take longer for it to take effect then for Lance to finish.”

“No,” Nick said through clenched teeth. The pain was incredible. He could feel his cock throb with every beat of his heart, sending waves of searing pain up it. The pain also radiated through his entire body. It was like some sick anti-orgasm where pleasure had been replaced by fiery pain. “Fuck!” He let out another small cry. “Okay! Okay!!” he yelled. “Fuck! Just, fuck!! God damn it!!” Tears were streaming down his face.

“What do you want us to do?” Chris asked. “Do you want to stop?”

“I don’t know!” Nick didn’t mean to yell, but the pain wasn’t letting him do anything else. “It’s my fucking dick! Fuck!! I don’t know!!” He threw his head back and tried to suppress the urge to scream. “Fuck! I don’t care! Just do something!! Anything!!”

No one moved. Lance looked to Rick for help. “I don’t know,” was all he said. “We take him to the hospital, there are going to be a lot of questions.”

“Do you think you could sew him up?” Lance asked. “It’s still attached mostly.”

“You’ve already severed most of the nerves. I don’t have what I need to fix that. I can sew him up, but he’ll lose pretty much all of the feeling in his dick.”

“Better to just finish the job then,” Max mumbled.

Nick roared again, but this time more in frustration then total pain. The pain was driving him wild, and he was only half hearing what was being said. Before anyone really clued in to what was happening, Nick had the scalpel in one hand, and his cock in the other. Using the scalpel more like a steak knife, he began to saw through the rest of his shaft.

The blade slid around the catheter. With one last animal-like roar, he sliced through the final shred of cock flesh. He flopped back against the table. The pain radiating from his mutilated groin overrode the pain of his head slamming back onto the wooden table top.

There was a tink of metal as the scalpel hit the floor. There was a dull, wet thud as Nick’s cock hit the floor. Nick’s body heaved as he sobbed, fresh tears flowing down the side of his face. Despite the pain, he was smiling a wide, toothy smile. A smile of personal victory.

There was a long moment of silence, aside from Nick’s quiet sobs. Leroy bent down and picked Nick’s cock up off the floor, holding it like a holy relic. He offered it back to Nick, who laughed as he held it. It was passed around the guys, each of them getting a chance to hold it. Examining it in ways they’d never been able to look at a cock before. Each treating it like the most valuable object they’d ever held before.

Rick gave Nick an injection of anesthetic as he asked everyone to leave so he could attend to Nick. He excused himself to the kitchen on the pretense of needing to scrub up before he began. What he really needed to do was quickly jerk off, as his cock nearly exploded when it brushed against the table when giving Nick the shot.

Chris pretty much pulled Max away to the guest room. They were on each other before the door even closed. Within a few minutes they were both having extremely loud orgasms. The first of many to come in the following hours.

Leroy excused himself to the living room. As soon as his bare ass hit the couch he began pumping his cock. This had to be the strongest erection he’d ever had in his life. Within minutes he was vocalizing one of the greatest orgasms of his life.

In the dinning room Lance stood beside the table, holding Nick’s hand. Neither of them spoke for a few minutes. Lance leaned over and kissed his partner. He then walked over to the tray where Nick’s balls and sac were laying. “What do you want to do with these?”

“If I didn’t want them when they were hanging between my legs, I sure as hell don’t want them now.” Nick looked around the table, as much as he could see. “Where’d my dick go?” They heard Leroy’s orgasm, and both realized Leroy was the last one who held it. And from the sounds of it, he still was. Nick and Lance laughed. “At last someone is still getting some use out of it.”

Rick entered, wearing surgical gown and gloves. He politely asked Lance to give him some privacy, and Lance left. He carried the tray of his partner’s severed bits out to the kitchen. Despite having had a raging erection for over an hour, he didn’t have much interest in jerking off. Even though his erection persisted, and if his cock was trying to tell him it had other ideas.

It took just over two hours for Rick to finish patching Nick up. In that time Chris and Max had nearly worn themselves out with the longest bout of sex they’d ever had. After an hour and a half of nearly continuous jerking, Leroy’s cock was raw and seemingly refused to get hard again. Although Nick’s cock was still rock hard, it’d had gone a purple and grey colour and was stone cold. Lance had dinner going, and was just checking the desert when Leroy entered. He handed Lance his friend’s cock, and excuse himself to clean up the living room and himself.

With the anesthetic in place, Nick fell asleep from exhaustion. When Rick woke him up, Nick was amazed at what he saw. There was line of stitches running up his groin. A catheter poked out from a slight indent where his cock had once been. Rick explained the after care regiment, and how Nick would now have a half inch stub of an erection, but when not hard, his groin would be smooth like it looked now. Nick’s groin was starting to turn into one massive bruise. Rick told him to go shower, and he’d apply the bandages when he was done.

Everything was cleaned up, and dinner was had. The guys all remained in the nude, with Nick being the only exception. He didn’t like the way his groin looked all bruised and bandaged, so he opted for a loose fitting pair of boxer shorts. After dinner Lance brought out the birthday cake. It was in the shape of a penis, the end covered in red frosting as if it’s been cut off a giant man cake. Nick burst out laughing, loving the tackiness of it all.

Eventually everyone left. Max and Chris went first, both looking worn out, but knowing they were going to be going at it the second they got home. Leroy left a little later, and as he was leaving, Lance gave him a small gift bag. Inside was a jar containing Nick’s cock, preserved in a clear alcohol solution. Just as he had before, Leroy treated it like a sacred relic. Rick got the other parting gift, as requested as his payment for doing the work. Nick’s balls, back in their sac, arranged in the jar so then hung just as they had when attached to Nick.

Nick healed nicely after a month or so. There was the expected scaring, but it wasn’t terrible. It took him longer then he expected to get used to life as a nullo. With HRT he didn’t notice anything health wise. He was in love with his new body, feeling a renewed, stronger sense of masculinity. He made no effort to hide his sexless groin when at the gym. A few guys expressed their disgust, but most were shocked, then curious about it. He worked out more, building up a large, muscular body. He loved when he’d get complimented on how manly he looked.

The odd side effect was sex with Lance had been less animalistic then it had been in the past. Lance himself described it as before they’d merely had sex. Now they were making love. It was corny, but Nick liked the sentiment. Leroy has been right, but not in the way he’d intended. It was better to be dickless then to have a small dick.