Superman's Stump

I’m sitting in a darkened room, with my hands and feet tied to the chair. A ball gag is stuffed in my mouth. I can hear voices in the other room. Except for that, the only sound is the pounding of my heart.

Suddenly the door swings open, flooding the room with light. Two naked young men enter, each holding a knife. A blond, muscular boy, no more than 20 years old, rips my famous uniform open, right through the "S", pulling the fabric out of my briefs. Then he takes the blade and begins shredding it until there’s nothing left of it. The other man, darker and a little older, pulls down my red shorts and blue tights and then proceeds to cut them off me.

Now I’m wearing nothing but the remains of my famous cape, which marked me as Superman for as long as I can remember- but no more. The older man kneels in front of me and carefully uses his knife to slice off the dark hair surrounding my penis. His face is now just inches from my cock and balls. He takes my penis in one hand, and with the other begins wrapping a thin leather strap around the base. It’s tight – very tight. The shaft begins to swell despite the pain. Soon my cock is pointing straight up, throbbing with each beat of my heart.

The two men untie my hands and feet. “Don’t try to get away, super asshole,” says the blond one, putting his knife against the side of my neck. They lift me out of the chair and guide me into the living room, each man holding an arm.

The room is filled with naked men, some young, some older, all gigantic muscular specimens of maleness, sitting on sofas and easy chairs, standing and leaning against the walls. They are all attractive, even though none of them has a cock. Above his dangling balls, each has a small stub where his penis used to be.

I’m pushed into another straight-back chair, and my hands and feet are again tightly bound behind my back. My knees are spread far apart, leaving my genitals hanging over the edge of the chair. My cock remains rigid, the leather band trapping the blood inside the shaft.

“We’ve decided what to do with you,” says one of the men. “There’s only one way to stop you from interfering with us any more,” he said, lifting a small knife with a green blade from the table. “We’re going to make you one of us…. And more!"

HOW I GOT HERE

It was two months ago that I stumbled into this mess. I was flying around one day, doing my "superman thing", you know, trying to save the world from itself. As Earth's most powerful man I was expected to keep everything normal, keep out the criminals and druggies, the fags and perverts. I tolerated only good moral values and the world lived by my code. Or so I thought.

I could hear loud music and voices coming from somewhere, inside a house. This was not unusual but a minisecond glance of my X-ray vision discovered some disturbing sights. I flew up to the window and peeked inside the living room to see what was going on. My jaw dropped and my eyes bulged. I just couldn't take in what I saw. It was too unbelievable.

Inside was about a dozen guys, all of them naked. They were paired off, fucking and sucking away. Some of these guys were fucking each other with strap-on cocks, not real ones. And the other men were on their knees, performing oral sex on each other’s cocks. But wait! They didn't have cocks! There were only stumps of cocks! I couldn't believe it. Nobody in the room had a cock!

I watched for about 10 minutes, stunned, as the men- muscular, male, horny he-men with bodies like mine- took turns fucking each other with rubber dicks and licking each other’s stumps. What was really mind-blowing was watching them cum – one by one, each guy would shoot a wad of semen from the tip of his stump and I mean shoot! Zap! Like a bug spray! Zap..zap..zap! The cum didn't go far but there was a lot of it… and it soaked the shooter's crotch and balls.

Finally, I couldn’t take any more of it. I swung open the front door, as everyone in the room froze. “What the fuck is going on here??” I screamed. Everyone jumped up and grabbed his clothes, frantically trying to get dressed. But one guy by the name of John just sat naked on the floor with a sick look on his face. A drop of cum oozed from the tip of his cock stub, and then dribbled down the front of his ballsack.

The other men were out the front door in seconds, most of them half-dressed. “What kind of sick shit is this? Who are you guys? And what the fuck happened to your dicks?”

John stood up, cum still dribbling from his pee-hole, or the remains of it. The story he then told me was unbelievable. I had stumbled onto the No Cock Club, a group of men who had lost their dicks, some voluntarily, some forcibly. Every couple of weeks, they got together for group sex.

“Please Superman,” this perverted asshole begged me. “Just leave us alone. We're not hurting anyone.” I didn’t answer him right away, but I knew that as Superman I could not tolerate this perversity. My job was to safeguard the world from such filth. I had to act.

"This is against nature, against everything I stand for! Men with no cocks, acting like women with vaginas and peeholes. And you all seem to enjoy it! You are all disgusting!"

"We do, Superman! It is the ultimate male sacrifice for our friends and lovers. It becomes a special bond between us. Sacrificing our cocks makes us even more manly and…"

"Stop! Don't talk anymore! You can't be men.. only eunuchs and I won't tolerate it on earth. I will not punish you now but if I ever catch you doing this to yourself or others ever again I will be forced to take action! Do you understand me?"

The muscular cockless man said nothing but there was a strange look on his face. I didn't know what it meant then but I do now. He half smiled and half frowned, as if he was sorry for me…ME…Superman!

With disgust I turned away and flew off into the night sky. After a week or two I almost forgot about the incident what with the other perversions going on around me… the rapes and murders and thefts… all of which I had to deal with. But then, one night several months later I happened to fly over the same house where I had seen all the cockless men. I suddenly remembered what I had seen and shivered in disgust. I decided to go take a look just to make sure my warning had been heeded. When I landed close to the building I discovered to my amazement that it hadn't! There they were, even more of them, screaming and moaning at the top of their voices. This time I had to stop the sickoes.

I burst into the room. "What is going on here? I told you to stop doing this or there would be consequences. Now there will be!" I moved toward the man called John….. but was stopped dead, suddenly enveloped in a green light ….Kryptonite!

"Not so fast, Superman. We've been expecting you."

Suddenly, the room began spinning around. “Fuck, what’s wrong with me?” I knew what was happening! Kryptonite destroyed my super powers and left me defenseless…. Human.

“You just couldn’t stop, could you, Superman?” John said. “You had to interfere even though we are hurting no one.”

“What are you talking about?” I said, trying to stand up. But I fell to my knees. The last thing I remembered as I fell onto my back was the sight of John leaning over me, a small smile on his face.

THE INITIATION

My heart pounded as I watched as John lift the knife from the table. “There’s no other way to keep you from telling about the club, Superman,” he said. “If you’re in the club, you’ll keep the secret.”

I was bathed under a Kryptonite light. I was powerless. I was now mortal! Sweat poured off my face as John walked over to me, holding the sharp Kryponite blade in his hand. He kneeled in front of my crotch, looking at my swollen penis, tightly bound in the black leather band. Even under normal circumstances my penis is considered gigantic. Now it was grossly enlarged. With his left hand, he grasped my cockhead to hold it straight up. With his other hand, he pressed the blade against the underside of my dick, just below the leather strap. He is going to cut my COCK off, I suddenly realized!

“No..NO!!" I yelled. "You can't do this to me.. I'm SUPERMAN!" Suddenly, a sharp sting went through the base of my cock. I looked down and saw blood dripping into the floor. John had opened a small cut in my cock.

I was not used to these human emotions, my invulnerability having masked them. Fearful and trembling, tears poured from my eyes. I strained against the ropes holding my hands and feet in place. “This will be much easier, Superman, if you sit still,” he said, pushing the knife against the gash. “It should only take a minute or two if you be quiet.”

John began moving the blade back and forth in a quick sawing motion. I screamed into a gag that had been shoved into my mouth as the burning pain erupted in my cock. I thrashed around so much that two of the other men had to run over and hold me. Never had I experienced the horror of the pain that engulfed me.

John worked quickly. Every few seconds I opened my eyes and through my tears saw him cutting into my penis. His hands were soaked red. Blood was running down his chest, and dripping off the stump between his legs. The pain was unbelievable. The shock was even greater, that these perverts could even do this to me so quickly was beyond understanding!

“This part's over, Superman” he said. I opened my eyes and saw John holding my severed penis, the leather band still wrapped around its base. Blood dripped from the bottom of the shaft.

I could only squeal and whimper. "What do you mean..this part? What else are you going to do?"

"Well it's like this, Superman!" John smiled. "Not only are you now one of the club, we are going to make you a special member!" The other dickless queers chuckled. "Yes, Superman, a very special member! You will definitely want to become one of us!"

I was too far-gone to do anything other than moan. The pain overwhelmed me in waves as I drifted in and out of consciousness. John and another guy continued to pull at my crotch, I didn't know why. Hadn't they cut off my dick? What was left?

As if reading my mind John started. " As you know, Superman, we members in the club have sacrificed our cocks for our brethren but we still have our testicles. We do not castrate one another because sexual pleasure is one of our greatest objectives. Our balls and sacks remain in place to supply the loving juices we want to share with others. But with you we want to try something different…make you special..Make you stand out even in our crowd! What do you say to that, Superman?"

Even though I was groggy I tried to figure out where this was headed but I couldn't see anything good come of it. "You QUEERS! PERVERTS! You're not going to castrate me, not Superman! Don't even think about chopping off my balls!"

"That's not what we had in mind, Superman! We'll leave your balls but take your bag!"

I didn't understand but it didn't matter. The throbbing pain in my groin just got worse. John and the boys bent over my crotch and went to work anyway. My thighs were still pulled aside and tied. They took the green bladed knife and started sawing through the flesh enclosing my precious baby-makers just like John had done with my cock. I screamed as they sliced through the tender flesh, working in a circle until the exterior sac dropped off.

I looked down as they cut. I could now see a white coloured sac remaining but they started to slice that off too. The pain was numbing. I couldn't take in what they were doing. They were really going to castrate me…Superman. It was too horrendous.

Soon the white sac was pulled off and John picked up the now dangling balls in his hands, lifting them up a foot to show me. "See, Superman, the source of all pleasure! They are big, all right but we're going to let you keep them! But now that your bag is gone, where are we going to put them?" John smiled. He knew.

John knelt down once again and like an n experienced surgeon went to work. I could feel my balls being squeezed as if they were in a vise. What was he doing? Then I felt him pushing something into me, near where my cock used to be. Then I felt the sting…painful sting of a blade…no, a needle…. Puncturing my flesh. I didn't know what happened to my balls. I was too exhausted and I passed out as I fell into a deep sleep.

I woke up hours later in John’s bed. “Oh fuck, it hurts,” I yelled, grabbing my heavily bandaged crotch.

John came into the room and kneeled next to the bed. “Don’t touch yourself, Superman,” he said. “You gotta let yourself heal. Even supermen must heal sometime."

I was still groggy but I remembered what had happened to me. I struggled to get up. I was no longer restrained and even though I was mutilated some of my strength was returning.

"I'm going to get you all for this! You fags are dead meat! You think you can do this to Superman and get away with it? Don't you fuckin' think so!"

"You really need to rest, Superman. But if you want to leave you can. Nothing is stopping you. But you will be back and on our terms. I know you don't understand but you will. Remember…you are a very special member of the Club."

And with those words John left me on my own.

When I got home I took off the bandages and saw what they had done to me. A tiny little stub, no more than a half inch long, jutted out from my crotch. It was red and swollen. A scar about 4 inches long ran under the cock root. There was no sign of my scrotum or penis. They were gone! They had even removed all my pubic hair. I was totally smooth..like a woman…with a piss slit but no pussy!

As I rubbed my crotch my palms massaged my pelvis. I could feel bumps where my thighs joined my torso, above the stump that used to be my cock. I couldn't figure out what they were. I rubbed, then squeezed. Ouch! That hurt! That's what's tender. I did it again trying to figure out what that round mass was on top of my pelvic bone. And then it hit me! Jesus Christ, those fuckin' perverts! That's where they put my BALLS! Those lumps were my testicles! They shoved them into my pelvic cavity and sowed them tight! THAT'S what those bastards were talking about! I'm one of them now but not exactly! I'm a pussy man with hidden balls. Fuck!

I cried myself to sleep almost every night..me…Superman! My beautiful cock was gone! My balls had all but disappeared. No woman could ever want to have sex with me again, either as Superman or as Clark Kent. I was a freak, a eunuch. I was so depressed, I even thought about killing myself. But mostly, I thought about how I was going to destroy those queers.

This didn't stop the sexual urges I continued to feel. I was surprised. As the scars healed and my new crotch took shape, I still had urges. My balls though squeezed into their new slots, throbbed repeatedly as semen was produced and hormones went to work. My cock stump became very sensitive and smooth. I even learned how to piss sitting down like a proper lady! But I couldn't masturbate and I certainly couldn't fuck, thanks to those fags.

Then one day I got a call from John. I don't know how he found me because he called me at work, my pretend work under my secret identity! When he said hello, I knew I was in trouble.

"Hi Kalel! It's John. I think it's time we got together, don't you?"

I was speechless. "How do you know that name? How did you find me?"

"Don't worry, only the club knows everything about its members, including you. Let's cut the crap and get to the point. It's time for you to meet everyone and the men really want to meet you. Let's say tomorrow night at 10 at the usual place? You know the way." And he hung up.

I sat at my desk for what seemed like an eternity. I wasn't ready for this. I still hadn't figured out what to do to these terrorists. But I knew I had to confront them and this time I would go prepared in case they tried to take away my superpowers.

I arrived in my uniform at the time John had indicated. They were all there, naked and dickless. All were handsome, muscular specimens of masculinity. I just couldn't believe that these guys had voluntarily cut off their cocks, or if it wasn't voluntary, still remained part of this secret club. What was it about them that made them so happy?

I scanned the place. There wasn't any kryptonite to be seen. I walked through the door unannounced. But of course they knew me.

"Welcome, Superman! Or really it's Kalel, isn't it? We call everyone by their real name. Men, come and say hello to our special member!" These muscular men approached me cautiously but warmly, proud of their bodies, strutting their cockless stumps and their slapping balls, their skin glistening with the sheen of sweat and oil. I was taken aback. I had come to kill them all even though, as Superman, it was against my moral code. But I was no longer a superman, at least here.

Suddenly I burst out in tears. I started to heave with cries of despair and rage. I collapsed on to the floor in my Superman uniform bellowing like a baby.

"That's it, Kalel! Let it all out!" My body shook from crying. John came over and held me close. “It's OK, Kalel,” he whispered in my ear. “You're going to be fine and we're gonna show you why. Come on."

He helped me to the sofa and then got down on his knees. John unbuckled the belt on my uniform and removed my red briefs, slowly stripping off the tights and then lifting the top and cape over my head. I was too shocked to say or do anything as he leaned forward and started licking my stump.

“Please, don’t,” I said softly, but both of us knew I didn’t mean it. I began stroking his blond hair as he moved his tongue over and around my stub, wetting it with his saliva. It felt strange but good.

Soon, I could feel my stub begin to swell and harden. My god, I thought, I'm getting a hardon! I can't believe it! And sure enough the cock root between my legs swelled up to gigantic proportions. Fuck I was horny! The flap of skin John had pulled across the remains of my cock now strained to hold the stump back! It felt like I was going to grow a foot! I had thought I could no longer get hard when in fact it seemed I was getting harder than ever before!

John wet his index finger and began feeling around for my asshole, my manpussy as he called it. “Ahhh,” I moaned as he slipped his finger inside me. His large fingers rubbed my prostate, my "magic button", sending surges of pleasure through my stub and groin.

My breathing became faster as my excitement grew. John started sucking my stub. He used his free hand to massage my pelvis, finding my balls.

" I know what you did with my bbb.aaAAAWWWLLSSS!!!" I screamed as he suddenly hammered down hard on the fleshy sperm-makers bubbling through the tight skin. My head rolled back when the sharp pain struck my forehead and I clenched my eyes. Then a wave of ecstasy exploded over me as pain gave way to hot pleasure.

His finger continued to probe my prostate deep inside me. I never felt such sexual stimulation. Suddenly, I could feel my orgasm starting. “Oh shit, John. I’m going to cum!” I shouted, pushing his head down against my crotch.

"Not yet, Kalel, not yet!" and he pulled back suddenly, removing his hand form my pussy. I felt ravaged, alone, unfulfilled but needing more…MORE!

"Please, John, I need to cum! You've got to help me! What do I have to do?"

"Well, for a start, you have to apologize to all of us for the things you've said to us and about us. We are your friends and we need to know that you need us. Tell us, Kalel!"

I sat up and swallowed hard. I knew I had to do this and I realized that even though I was not gay I could still have a need for a man. "You're right, guys! I was wrong to call you all those names. That was Superman speaking and now its Kalel! I DO need you, very badly! Please forgive me?"

I looked up from the sofa to the dozen or so men standing and looking at me. I felt ashamed…and different. I suddenly noticed they all had balls and realized mine weren't visible. I looked away, embarrassed by my smooth crotch, and tried to hide it by squeezing my thighs closed.

"Kalel, your apology will go some way to absolve you of your transgressions to your club members. But you have to show us that you truly want to be a part of the Club and serve your fellows like they have always been willing to serve you and others." I looked up expectantly, and nodded in agreement.

"Your body must be dedicated to serving our pleasures. When we are satisfied you will be satisfied. We will use your manpussy as we see fit and you will beg us to do so"

"Yes, John! I agree, but please help me cum! I've gotta sperm..shoot my load… dribble my milk…whatever you call it but I've gotta let go! Oh guys, please help me!" I really begged and I meant it.

And the guys went to work. They lifted me onto the floor. They surrounded me and started to lick me all over. My face, ears, pits, abs, then my nipples (god, I didn't realize how sensitive they were or how large they got!), then my thighs and feet and finally my stump! Jesus Fucking Christ! How they slurped my hard, swollen, engorged cockroot!

This went on for hours. I got hornier by the minute but still didn't cum. I became a rutting whore, with cunt juice spilling from my slit. I turned over… or was turned over by the men I was now called to serve, and fingers and fists and dildoes of all shapes and sizes.. some 2 feet long!.. were wedged into my new manpussy, opening it up wider and wider, touching the magic button over and over. I yelled and squealed like a woman in heat. I guess I was one. I rubbed my smooth crotch all over the floor and anyone who touched it. I became a slut but I still didn't cum.

I grew exhausted. I licked ever stump in the room. I was giddy. I was covered in cockjuice. All the guys had squirted their loads on to me. I smelled like the whore I needed to become. But then I noticed that John had not erupted. His mighty stump was read and swollen. I knew he was waiting for me!

"Come here, Kalel!" I looked up from the soaking floor. I crawled over to where John stood and kneeled.

"On your back, Kalel. Pull our thighs up and open up your pussy. That's it. Squeeze hard…harder…really open it up!"

As I did as he asked I felt this sudden scalding of my pussy walls and a gargantuan pressure. John had pushed a giant plug - 8 inches wide - up into me, touching every inch of my hole especially that magic button that made my heart pound and my stump ache for release.

"Oh Johhhhnnnnnnnn! Please let me cuuuuummmmmm!!I gotta dribble my looooooaaaad like all the other guuuuuyyyyyyss!!" My body heaved in waves as John twisted and turned the plug. My head banged repeatedly against the floor. Then he yanked it out! I screamed. "Noooo, John! Please leave it in!" But when I looked up I saw he was wearing a strap with the largest dildoe I had ever seen, so big and heavy that he had to use a leather belt to hold it up. He was going to enter me with that. No, I thought, I'll never take it! I screamed in terror "No!

Please…….. noooooooooooooooo!"

John, now on his knees became vicious, manly, predatory. He drove it into my pussy in one gigantic cry! I screamed again but took it all. I didn't know how but I did. Then John started to pump. Not only pump my pussy but also my thighs!

He started using them like a water pump and in doing so rhythmically squeezed, then crushed and flattened my balls burning in their full loads on top of my pelvis. They couldn't go anywhere so they were just squashed. Then they turned hot..hotter than they have ever been! They seemed to cry for release. No, that was ME!

"Oh John, please! Destroy me. Let my balls go! Oh John! I need it…YOU..so bad!! Fuck me HARD! JUICE ME!!"

John pounded my pussy like Lex Luthor always wanted to. My balls ached as John used his palms to squash them, massaging the lumps now swelling in pain and agony, like flattening putty, mashing them, squeezing their cream.

John also took my nipples and started to roll them with his fingers. Fuck, what a jolt! Then he pulled them…hard!…like he was going to tear them off. The pain was indescribable. But my brain went into overdrive. I almost passed out from the sensation.

Then he told me to take my nipples myself and do the same thing! I did. I played with my tits and discovered they were swelling, getting bigger with each twist and pull! The pain/pleasure blew me away. Really, it was all part of the fucking I was getting from John…all part of the action but I couldn't tell and didn't really care. I was beyond it.

On occasion John rubbed the underside of my cock stump, between the remains of my penis and my cuntlips. The fleshy remains were hard as a rock but sensitive as hell and I twisted in agony, yelling "STOP! STOP! I can't stand it anymore! Let me cum! Joooooohhhhhhhhhhnnnnnnnn!" But he just smiled and continued his fucking.

My stump took all the pressure from John's gigantic spike and his occasional finger flicks. Juice oozed from the smooth hole, now gaping wide in anticipation. I bounced. I screamed. I begged. I cried with tears. I was a slut, a whore, you name it. That was Kalel!

But then John delivered, or rather I did. I didn't know what was happening. My legs became heavy; my breathing picked up; sweat poured from my body. I was getting ready to explode!

And fuck, what an explosion! All of a sudden, cum was squirting out of me. Tears streamed down my face. My bones creaked under the assault as my flesh gave itself to pleasure! And oh what cockless, dickless pleasure!

I didn't stop and neither did John. He fucked me like the whore I was. I must have passed in and out of reality a dozen times, so intense were the contractions. My balls collapsed as they gushed their contents, or were pounded from them. My cunt squished with milk as did John's crotch. The floor under me was soaked. At least a gallon of juice flowed from my stump. And then I started to pee!

Everything gave way! Piss poured out of me. I hadn't realized how badly I needed to go until then. And then I started to fart loud grunts from my manpussy, so powerful were the contractions that John's pile driver popped out completely. But my cuntlips didn't close. They just flapped as air blew out.

I stopped dead. Couldn't move. Sore with a slit cunt. Which I was. Me. SUPERMAN! Or that's what I used to be. Now I'm Kalel. A member of a special club. MY club. A very SPECIAL member of a very SPECIAL club. The NO COCK CLUB.

See that picture? That's me. Servicing all the other members. I'm proud to be smooth. You can see my piss slit and my mancunt. Aren't they huge? And the spikes driven into my giant tits so anyone can twist them like cork screws until I scream. I like it all and so do the guys, especially John. He tells me what he wants and I do it. Yeah I'm a fag now, a queer, a manlover, a cunt, a pussy. But I wouldn't have it any other way.

So that's my story! How Superman became Kalel. Superman still rules the world but it is Kalel who understands it. Just mash my balls, rip my tits, squeeze my stump and fuck my twat and I'll show you what I mean.