I had to rush out to my local Homo Depot to get parts for the well. And as usual, having fought with that dang well all day instead of just calling someone, I got there just as they were closing up for the evening. They are always accommodating, and graciously allowed me entry, even as all the lights were darkening.

All the usual female employees seemed to be absent this evening, and the young fellows were making their way toward the rear of the store. Thankfully, a good looking young fellow stopped and showed me where my parts could be found. He tolerated all my useless questions. . . I had to keep him around a while, he WAS cute after all. He had black hair with just a whiff a smoke above a pair of luscious red lips and big baby-blues above rosy cheeks . . . And, he even carried my parts up to the checkout counter for me.

Being so rushed to get there, I suddenly found myself with a great need to ‘wet the bushes’. I asked the nice young thing if they would care that I use the restroom before I left, even though I knew it might be an imposition because they were trying to close up.

It was several miles back to the house, and I really needed to ‘go’.

“Sure thing dude,” he said, with the cutest smile ever, “just leave your things here and you can grab ‘em when you leave.”

Having been to this particular restroom a few times, I smiled back at him as I rushed off to relieve myself. As I rounded the corner of the last aisle leading to the restroom, I stopped in my tracks momentarily. I saw five young guys coming out of the employee’s lounge next to the restrooms. They were in various stages of undress, as if in a hurry to get home or get to the night’s conquest . . . shirts unbuttoned, belts and zippers undone. All were barefoot, some shirtless, they were high-fiving, and slapping each other’s backs and butts on the way to the back of the store.

I smiled to myself at the luck of catching some boy skin, but then dashed into the restroom.

Age and hard living sure makes it a pleasure and sometimes a pain just to piss.

I relieved myself with an audible sigh.

“Sounds like you’ve waited for that all your life, Dude!” The cute young thing from the cash register said.

I was so immersed in my need, I never heard him enter the restroom. I turned my head slightly . . . trying not to look like a perve for looking at another guy while hanging onto my dick . . . and I nearly fainted.

There he stood, totally naked over by the sinks, his clothes in a pile in the corner beside the door. He had his hands on his hips sporting that same irresistible smile.

I had to look.

My mouth dropped several inches when my eyes focused on his smooth torso. He was totally hairless. Naked, he looked like a large ten year-old. What really floored me was his totally unabashed attitude about being naked in a public place.

But then my eyes focused on his groin once again.

He had no genitals!

His groin wasn’t completely smooth. He had a little dimple instead of a penis. My mind was a whirl . . . thinking sudden thoughts like, “Poor kid, bet he gets teased a lot,” to, “wonder why he hasn’t dropped yet, at his age”, to, “It must shrink ALL the way back.”

I was completely dumbfounded.

My eyes crept back up to his pretty, beaming face.

Then, I noticed his tits weren’t the same.

He had what looked like a tiny penis and balls hanging from his chest where his right nipple should have been!

I glanced back down to his crotch.

On closer inspection, he had what looked like a reddish nipple where his penis should have been!

I know I babbled something incomprehensible, before I found words to ask him what he was doing.

“What on earth?” I managed.

Never mind the fact that he was stark naked in a public restroom. I was simply amazed at the arrangement of his torso.

“How on earth did you do that?” I asked him, never looking him in the eye.

I was concentrating on his vacant groin and then on his weird chest ornament. My eyes slowly moved upward only to catch him flashing that irresistible smile again. He took his hands off his hips, and rubbed his vacant groin.

“It’s art, Dude. Lots of us here have had something done like this.” He said as he rubbed his lower nipple.

I remembered to stuff the ‘Johnson’ back where it belonged . . . as I crept closer to inspect his ‘art’.

He had a really small penis and testicles attached to his chest, where his right nipple should have been. It looked like the root of his penis disappeared down under his nipple skin area, and his ‘penis’ drooped downward slightly, over his balls hanging from his chest, as a ‘nipple’. The whole set looked about half the size of my newborn nephew’s “baby-toys”. I mean . . . really tiny.

“How . . . who did this for you?” was all I could manage.

“The department head has a party every so often, and he has a Doctor friend that does all the work. The first party I went to, my boss was getting his dick chopped off with a big ol’ meat cleaver as I walked into the warehouse. My little-ol’ dinky-dink got so hard, everyone laughed. When I said I wanted to cut my dick off too, the doctor wanted to know if he could experiment with it. I said, ‘Hey, sew it to my chest’ . . . so, he cut out my nipple. He suggested I keep the nipple, and transplanted it down there. It’s cool, huh? There are a few guys getting work done tonight. Want to watch?” Again that intoxicating smile!

“Don’t you miss your penis being where it’s supposed to be?” I asked, immediately regretting it.

“Naw, Dude, it was so small down there, I never got to use it anyway. I always had to sit to pee, and I still do, but . . . now, everyone wants to play with my dick!” he said with a chuckle. “I can’t tell you what a thrill it was to see my tiny pisser laying out on a table like bird food!”

“Can you still feel it?” I asked, feeling myself flush with embarrassment for wanting to know.

“Sure. It isn’t what it used to be, but yeah, I can feel it . . . just like my nipple did.” He replied.

“Does it get hard up there?” I asked, again feeling more flushed.

“Naw, Dude, it doesn’t get the same blood supply up here, but the feelings are really good, and getting more intense as it heals and nerves grow back. I can rub my nipple down here and get about the same feelings my dick used to give me. I like getting butt-fucked anyway, so it isn’t really an issue.” He said laughing. “But when guys suck my nipple, it feels a lot like they’re sucking my dick, or what used to be my dick. By the way, my name is Matt. What’s yours?”

“Art, err, Arty, short for Artemis.” I said, blubbering, like it really mattered. “How do you pee?”

“Through my nipple, see?” he said turning to the urinal, and letting his urine flow. “The doctor pulled my urethra through the nipple, and attached it. When I’m naked, I can stand to pee, but when I’m dressed, I have to sit so I don’t dribble on my pants.” He finished with another radiating smile, squeezing and pulling on his lower nipple. “I’m going into the warehouse to watch the guys get fixed up. You do want to come, don’t you?”

I don’t remember how or what I did or said at that very moment, but the next thing I knew, I was walking down the aisle of the store with this cute-as-hell naked kid for all the world to see, even though it was dark, and lights could be seen in the back of the warehouse, and out in the parking lot; I don’t remember caring.

There were several guys standing around the entrance to the warehouse, passing out what looked like jell-o shots. One was totally naked like Matt, but still ‘intact’ with a rather nice set of ‘tools’, sporting a super hard-on. The others still had some clothing on, mostly underwear, or shorts, but they were soon naked as the rest of the crowd.

I remember asking Matt if everyone I saw worked for the retailer, and he said, “No, Dude! Just some of us do. The rest are friends of my boss and our department head. Word gets around, and others show up, like you did.”

Again that intoxicating smile! I melted into the moment, and the sight of all the naked boy and man-flesh.

Matt grabbed a couple of ‘shots’ for us, downing his right away.

A guy was sitting naked atop a fork-lift, slowly massaging his rather large erect penis. He looked at me and grinned. I felt a little insecure. My dick isn’t small, but it didn’t match his. He was at least twice my size, with balls to match.

I slugged my ‘shot’ and tossed the cup to the floor, like Matt did. After a few minutes, I was floating. I don’t know what they put in those things, but it must have been some powerful medicine!

The lighting in the warehouse got a lot brighter, and more colorful. I felt like I was having an ‘out-of-body experience’.

“Dude! Check you out!” Mat exclaimed to another rather cute boy, again totally naked.

His name was Mark. He was hairless, like Matt, and had a vacant groin also, but his penis was snaking up his torso like a Chinese Dragon, going in and out of his abdomen and belly in a zigzag fashion until it reached his rib cage, where his penis head was poking out under his left nipple. His balls were nowhere to be found. He had a star-shaped bunch of skin where his balls should have been, and a hole up near where his penis should have been, but it was off-kilter above and left, and it also had a star-shaped bunch of skin surrounding the hole. I assumed it was where he pissed from. It looked like he must have had a super-long penis, with a long root to match completely removed and replanted in and out of his torso, up to his left chest. He had started tattooing the exposed portions of his penis, like Dragon’s scales, or fish scales, to make it stand out more. The tattooing is what caught Matt’s eye. The snaking-length of what used to be a really excellent penis is what caught MY eye. How anyone could electively choose to cut off his penis and permanently render it useless, amazed me; even in my dazed, probably drug-induced state.

“Like it?” the cute boy asked Matt.

“Hell yeah!” Matt exclaimed. “I wish I could have ridden it at least once before you turned it into a real snake!”

“The tats still sting a little, but that should be done in another week or two. Gina down at the parlor was furious when she found out it ain’t available no more. I had to get Nathan to do my dick tats. Who’s your friend?” he asked.

“Oh, yeah, hey Arty, meet Mark,” Matt gushed. “Isn’t his artwork neat?”

“You can touch it, I don’t mind,” Mark said, reaching for my hand to place on his ‘snake’.

I traced the outlines of his embedded penis up to its glans end. It felt like there were several gaps in between the exposed bumps, but it felt amazing fondling another male so freely exposed and willing. I hadn’t felt such stirrings in quite some time. I was really horny. Mark reached out and grabbed my groin through my trousers. My dick started rising to his attentions, putting some real pressure against my zipper.

Looking back, there must have been something ‘extra’ in that jell-o shot. I was hard most of the night and my old dick got ‘wet’ several times. But I’m getting ahead of myself.

I don’t know when I got naked, I just was, and didn’t care. I remember Matt suggesting it, as he introduced me to a few more of his naked friends and co-workers . . . just don’t remember.

His boss, Jim, was a nice looking guy, about my age and size, who, like Matt, was totally hairless and had his dick removed and planted somewhere else.

His ‘art’ was having his penis chopped off at the base, and a scarified oval embedded into his right chest, above his right nipple, for his chopped off penis to be attached into. The doctor sewed the base of his penis at the bottom of the oval with the chopped end left exposed, and sewed the tip, or glans of his penis to the top of the oval with a slight twist, allowing the glans to droop a little, but upside-down. Anyone could look at it and tell it was a chopped off penis. The scarified edges of the oval was created by burning the cut skin, and roughly sewing around the edges to keep it looking like a ‘frame’ for the ‘art’, but also like an explosion with a penis about to fly into the viewer’s face. The chopped stub of his penis, at his groin, had also been scarified, after tucking some of the original shaft skin over the exposed root. He had what looked like a raggedly torn penis, because he had a red tattoo on the end of it, inside the raised scarified edges. The doctor opened up a new piss hole back behind his ball sack, which he was more than happy to show me by bending over and spreading his cheeks. He asked if he could ‘borrow’ my dick, since it was so hard. I let him. I don’t remember cumming. It felt real good, though.

When Jim had enough of my dick, he stood up and grabbed my hand. “Come on over to the work stations. They’re starting on the boys.”

I walked along beside him, with my still hard pecker swaying side-to-side; Matt and Mark followed.

The doctor was introducing three of his new protégés . . . fresh out of medical school or plastic surgery school, I supposed. Each of them had one of the boys I saw leaving the lounge earlier. All three were now naked, of course, each laying out willingly on a make-shift platform of stacked cardboard. One had a stubby little circumcised dick with tight balls. One had a long slender circumcised penis that lay up on his belly, hard as a rock, with sagging, droopy balls. The third had an uncut medium-thick but really long penis hanging limply between his legs with no balls or scrotum. All three had been shaved, or waxed smooth. All three were giddy and still laughing at each other, as if what they were about to do to themselves was no big deal, or it was just a lark that could be corrected one day; like having a spur-of-the-moment tattoo removed with laser treatments.

The doctor, in nothing but his white lab coat, was telling the crowd that each of his students was to perform a ‘work of art’ surgery, with no forethought or planning. Each was to be graded on his “spur-of-the-moment creativity and use of subject matter at hand”. The boys on each platform had no idea of what they would be left with, when the student-doctors finished with them. They were just guinea pigs for a grade.

My dick was as hard as stone, when I realized what was going on. Imagining submitting to an unknown procedure that involved the possibility of losing your dick, nuts, or both, was somehow fascinating and erotic for me.

Where did that come from?

The other two boys from the lounge were also naked, but they were standing beside one of the cardboard stacks as ‘assistants’ to two of the student surgeons. The doctor was intending to assist the third student, I assumed. One of the two assistant boys was devoid of body hair, had his nuts removed, and his penis was sewed to his belly, causing his penis to stretch upward, permanently. It looked like his glans penis dove into his belly, about half-way to his belly button. He had a stainless steel ring around his penis shaft, permanently sliding up and down, swaying and bouncing around with each movement he made. The guinea pig kid was rubbing the assistant’s shaft, and playing with his stainless steel ring, which caused him to become erect. His glans could not be seen, but it looked like a long penis, under a blanket, ending just under his navel.

The other assistant boy had normal body hair for a boy his age, and normal boy equipment still attached in all the right places. He, of course, had a raging hard-on that the surgery volunteer kept playing with.

The students took syringes and started jabbing each of their subjects’ groins, in preparation of removing or altering something. Each of the volunteer boys grimaced, but then giggled after the numbing drugs took effect.

Stubby dick had his legs hoisted up into the air by the assistant, so the student doctor could jab him a few more times around his anus and lower groin. The boy grunted a few times, but giggled even more, after the drug took its effect. He pulled on the assistants steel ring, which caused the assistant to grab his hands and hold them, making him giggle even more.

The long skinny dicked boy was sucking on his friends hard-on, and biting his pubic bush, while his student doctor started cutting around his penis and ball sack.

The Doctor’s student was opening up the castrated boy’s thick penis, from tip-to-root with short precise jabs of his scalpel, while the doctor held the penis tip.

I couldn’t look at the blood, and looked around the warehouse. Not all the guests and employees were interested in the surgery proceedings. There were groups gathered around work benches, and fork-lifts, out in the open areas, or sitting around on the warehouse shelving. There were a few young guys tied to shelving on the rear wall. Some were upside-down, some right-side up, with others standing in front of them, doing something to them.

A lot of the younger guys were just getting the grits fucked out of their ass.

Everywhere I looked, I saw a sea of naked fucking and sucking going on.

An old man with gray hair, followed by two young men, trudged past me with chains attached to their ball sacks; dragging a pallet with a middle-aged man sitting in the middle of it, brandishing a long whip at the three others. He had a leather hood over his face and head. He made me shudder, because it reminded me of an old executioner’s photo I saw once. The three acting like his draft animals had blue-black balls. None of them seemed to notice their balls. Their hands were free, and they seemed to be enjoying the activity.

Matt looked up as I turned my attentions back to the surgeries. He grinned at my grimacing due to the blood pouring off the stacks of cardboard. He motioned to me with his head, as if to say, ‘follow me’, and poked Jim in the ribs, which got him to grab Mark’s arm. They followed us over to where the young guys were hanging at the rear of the warehouse.

We walked up to one of the hanging boys. He was right-side up, with his hands and feet tied with rope to the three-tiered shelf stack. His genitals were eye-level to the guy working on him. His dick had been skinned, as was his ball sack. His penis was separated into three sections, with his glans and urethra hanging down low in front of his two erectile sections. His skinned balls were hanging even lower, swinging free of their normal confinement. His shaft skin and scrotum were lying on the concrete floor.

He nodded his head toward Matt, and grinned, as though he didn’t feel any pain from his tormentor. The guy working on his ‘toys’ suddenly grabbed one section of his split penis, one of the erectile bodies, and pulled sharply downward, breaking its bond to the tendons supporting it, all the way back to its root. The boy grunted, and sighed, but then flashed another smile toward Matt. His tormentor repeated the act on his other erectile section, leaving his urethra and glands out front, but lower than they were before. He grabbed the boy’s urethra by the glans, and snatched it forcefully away from his body. There was an audible ‘snapping’ sound, causing the boy to grunt a little louder. His testicles were next, one at a time, until they too lay on the floor next to his other parts. His tormentor grabbed the erectile bodies with both hands and placed a foot against the shelving, and leaned backwards, pulling the split parts of the boy’s dick, until they too, snapped off like rubber bands. The tormentor held up the boy’s parts and then threw them down on the floor next to the rest of his parts, and stomped on them until there was nothing left but a bloody mess and a stain on the floor.

The kid had blood pouring out of the deep gash in his groin. It looked like his prostate was hanging outside his body, but I couldn’t be sure, being that I’d never really seen one in person. Four other men came over to the kid, after his tormentor left him hanging, and pulled him down. He stood there, looked at his annihilated groin, looked around at his audience, and then turned to smile at Matt. One of the guys who pulled him down, helped him over to what looked like a medical area, near where the three volunteer surgeries were being performed.

I was stupefied. The blood and gore was getting to me. But I had a huge boner that wouldn’t go down!

Matt and Jim took hold of my arms and led me to another hanging boy, who was being fucked by an older man. This kid was devoid of genitals, like Matt, but he had nothing left anywhere; just a small hole near his anus, as though he was born without any sexual organs at all. I don’t remember seeing any scars between his legs, so if he had any surgery; whoever did it, was a very skilled artisan. He was smooth of any lower body hair, also like Matt. He was tied to the shelving face up, but his legs were tied to a fork-lift, stretching his legs out and up, keeping him in the right position for anyone who wanted a piece of ass. The man who was fucking him pulled out as we walked up. Matt pushed me into position, as by that time, I was on auto-pilot; and guided my erection into the kid’s waiting hole. It felt wonderful and tight, even though I’d just witnessed the kid getting rammed by that other man. I grabbed the kid’s legs and repeated the man’s actions of forcefully ramming the kid’s ass. He was giggling and swinging his head side-to-side, as though he was in heaven. He pulled on the ropes tied to his hands, and tried to arch his back at each plunge I made. He wanted more than I could give him. After a few minutes, I was spent, but I hadn’t climaxed. I was a weird feeling, and I still had a boner.

Matt grabbed my hips and pulled me out of the kid. Jim and Mark were getting fucked by a group of guys who had secured them to the shelving while I was ramming the kid. I was in a daze, and just followed Matt around the warehouse a while. He stopped at a few other boys getting worked over by older men, and a few groups of guys who were just socializing. There were a few who were altered, or missing genital parts, or who had them rearranged.

Some of the boys had blocks of shiny wood stapled to their scrotums, or penises.

“What the hell?” I said to no one in particular.

“Those guys are making plaques.” Matt responded.

“Plaques?” I asked.

“Yeah, to display what they were born with.” Matt said nonchalantly.

A couple of those boys had what looked like finished wood blocks secured to their balls with a flat pallet staple around the ‘neck’ of their bunched-up scrotums. Their balls were blue and shiny. They were standing in front of a work bench where an older man was mounting the plaque of a boy to the edge of the table. He took a long serrated knife and sliced the kid away from his ‘plaque’. The boy stepped back, and held his slender penis up to look at his newly vacant groin. His friend standing beside him, also waiting with blue balls stapled to another shiny wooden block, slapped him on the back in congratulations.

There was one boy who was having his genitals air-nailed to a long two-by-four that another boy was supporting the other end with his nailed genitals.

One boy was standing next to a loading ramp, having his goods flattened by a fork-lift tire.

There were a few boys who had fiber optic light fountains sticking out of their urethras. Each one of them had long erections pointing upward, as though they were especially picked for that purpose. They were walking around giggling and laughing about something incomprehensible, swinging their erections side-to-side, making an interesting light show. Matt stopped one of them so I could see. The kid bent over, to show where they put the batteries. He had a wire coming from his ass hole, obviously from the battery, sticking through his taint into his urethra. The wires were sent into their penises through the root, traveling up the urethra until it attached to the light fountain sticking out the piss-end of each of their dicks. Each one had a rock-hard boner, like me. It did look cool, but none of them wanted to get fucked, so we walked on; my boner still raging.

There were boys hanging upside-down by their balls, or penises, from shelving two stacks off the floor, just to see how long it would take for them to tear off. Some of those were giving head to other men or boys standing on the first tier.

I got my dick played with by several young guys, and I fucked a couple more asses, but I didn’t climax . . . and we eventually made the rounds back to the volunteer surgeries.

The stubby-dicked kid had his penis removed, but twisted around until it came out behind his asshole. His balls were still in the right place. By the sutures I saw, the surgeon had cut around the penis base, and a long slit down behind the balls and around his anus, pulled the penis free, through the balls, and planted the whole short penis in the slit facing his rear. He would be able to piss from the rear, when he healed. Eventually, anyone who fucked him from the rear would be able to play with his short dick while they plowed his ass.

The castrated boy with the long penis was being altered to resemble Mark. The surgeon was stuffing part of his penis into a slit made into his abdomen, and sliding a portion of the kid’s penis shaft skin over the penis part, and sewing that to the kid’s abdomen. The surgeon had separated the boy’s penis into its two parts, so there would be more to ‘work’ with. That extra part, one of the erectile bodies, was still lying on the cardboard, waiting to be used. The surgeon cut off a piece of the erectile section, after measuring its needed length of shaft skin, and sewed it to the kid’s abdomen; before moving over to another area, and repeating the process. After a while, he looked like Mark, with a snaking penis, romping around over his belly, like traveling through a bunch of gopher holes, ending in a ‘head’ poking out back near the original pubis base. The urethra didn’t travel around with the penis sections, the surgeon simply slid it under the skin until it ended a little more than 4 inches up and right of the pubis base; and attached it to a section of the original penis by the glans. It looked like a penis roller-coaster, ending off-kilter, but still hanging for a piss by about 2 inches. It would be hard to hide the arrangement when the boy went swimming. His penis-head, or glans penis, would hang over a low-rise brief or swimsuit, and when covered, he’d look like he had bumps across his torso. His balls had been removed some time prior to this arrangement, so I gathered fucking wasn’t much of an issue with the kid.

The third boy volunteer had no genitals left. Everything he had when we first saw him was removed, and he had a tight, smooth groin, like Matt, and the kid I fucked. His long slender cock and droopy balls were gone! He was sitting up smiling with his legs spread wide, while the surgeon was doing something to his back. When the surgeon finished, the boy stood up and turned around. His genitals were attached to his upper back in the middle of a large tattoo that I didn’t see earlier. He had ‘his groin’ copied in the tattoo, with his original genitals attached in the center.

I was flabbergasted. How on earth could anyone live like that?

Matt saw my expression.

“Dude, its art. Self expression. Everyone is different, and has different needs and desires. Haven’t you ever wanted to look different than you do now?” he finished.

“Well, I have fantasies now and then, but nothing like what I have seen tonight.” I retorted.

“Well, a fantasy is a wish that can be fulfilled, if you really want it bad enough.” Matt said with another of his intoxicating smiles. “Come on, tell me. What is your biggest fantasy?”

“Well aside from never getting old and wrinkly . . . I’ve, err, always dreamed about . . . well . . . having a really tiny penis . . . and a flat scrotum . . . like my balls never showed up, and my dick was too small to be used.” I stammered, embarrassed.

“Dude, you need to get laid!” Matt exclaimed.

“I’ve been fucking everything in front of me all night, and I still haven’t come.” I replied, exasperatedly.

“No, Dude, I mean YOU need to get fucked!” Matt clarified with emphasis.

“It’s been a long time since I got fucked in the ass,” I defended myself, for no reason.

“Well tonight’s the night. It will be wonderful. Everyone who party’s with us gets fucked and loves it.” Matt grinned.

He started rubbing my sphincter, and shutters ran up my spine. My dick throbbed even harder. My balls drew up tight. I felt like I was indeed floating off the floor!

As if on cue, two guys who were standing close by latched onto my arms and walked me over to a rail beside the loading dock. Each one grabbed one of my hands and spread me out, while someone pushed my back to encourage me to lie over the railing, exposing my backside to the crowd. Someone started massaging my asshole with oil or something, while someone else started massaging my dick. Someone else grabbed my balls and was manipulating them, rolling them around and squeezing them up and down in their sack. I felt someone’s dick sliding up and down my crack, and more hands rubbing on my back.

When the dick entered my hole, I felt ten feet off the floor; as if I was watching from above. My prostate started burning, but not painfully. It was a weird feeling unlike any I’d ever felt. I felt like I was having a minor orgasm that just wouldn’t come to a head. It went on and on.

I felt a pinch in my butt. Then I think another pinch in my groin.

Hands were everywhere, pinching, pulling my pubic bush, and fondling my genitals.

Matt came around and started kissing me deeply. His lips were so sweet. He actually tasted like cotton candy.

The doctor stepped over to the action going on around me, and stooped down in front of me. He started sucking on my dick. It lasted forever. It felt so wonderful. I remember wondering why I couldn’t climax. I’d never lasted this long before. I felt like my dick was being sucked off by a vacuum cleaner, and tickled by a feather, and a couple of times like needles were being stuck into it.

Still, no climax.

My ass was being pounded by the same guy, who pushed into me, but he soon stopped, and another guy took his place. I was being ridden like an old gray mare. My stomach and bladder were being bounced off the railing, and I was sure I’d be bruised, but didn’t care. My ass was becoming my dick, and I wanted more. The second guy dropped out and a third took his place. On and on it went . . . guys fucking my ass, one after another.

I don’t know how many guys enjoyed my ass, but I didn’t want the ‘train’ to stop.

The whole time I was being fucked, Matt was kissing me, and the doctor was sucking my dick, and someone was pulling on my balls.

I was floating in the air above all the action around me. All of a sudden, I felt like the tether tying me to earth pulled tight; like a swift jerk. My head felt like it popped off.

I exploded.

I was having the biggest orgasm of my life.

It seemed to last forever!

All from my ass!

I never dreamed I could get off that way. My dick was my only access to orgasm pleasures until then.

I was still tingling when the guys let me try and stand up.

I was so focused on my pleasure, I was seeing stars. The lights of the warehouse looked even brighter than before, and there were pretty swirls around everyone’s faces.

Matt spoke to me in sweet tones. I could see his words floating in the air around my face. They were so pretty! He was singing to me. Was I in heaven?

“Dude, check you out!” Matt seemed to say through a glass bottle.

“Huh?” I think I said.

“Dude, you got your wish!” Matt said with a beaming face, lit up like a Christmas tree.

“My wish?” I faltered.

“Look down,” Jim said from nowhere.

I looked down and saw my smooth body, devoid of my former hair covering; to see a tiny little nub about the size of the end of my pinky finger, covered in what looked like foreskin, sticking out over a flat bunch of slightly wrinkled scrotal skin, with nothing under it.

“What the . . .” I started.

“Your fantasy came true, Dude!” Matt beamed. “Now you can get fucked and never have to worry about that old dick and wrinkly balls getting in the way!”

I think I fainted, but I’ll never be sure. I woke up in the employee lounge, fully dressed the following morning. Matt was sitting beside me, offering me a hand to stand up with.

“Where am I? What happened?” I asked.

“The drugs wore off, and you collapsed.” Matt replied. “The doctor tended to you, and the guys brought you in here to sleep it off. You ready to go home?”

“Home? Oh . . . Yeah, I was working on the well. Did I come here for parts?” I asked.

“Yes, they’re waiting for you at the check-out. There’s a party gift out there too.

He helped me to stand, and I made my way out to the front of the store. There were customers milling around, and I had to wait for the young lady to process a few of them before I could ask for my purchases.

“Oh, here they are, sir. And management wants you to have this.” She said handing me the bag with a bow, obviously the party parting gift Matt spoke of.

I got my things and my tired ass back to the truck, and looked at the gift bag and opened it.

It was a plaque of my former dick and balls mounted like they were waiting to be used; a dildo for the wall.

I drove home in a daze.