“I guess I could do that, you got tickets already?” Jim said.

“Sure do. Front and center too, buddy. You been yet?” Mick could tell from Jim’s face that he didn’t know it at all, and smiled to himself. Jim was really in for it. But Mick couldn’t resist, he had to get as many men there as possible. It was more than a job, it was a deep seated need. He could feel his own modified genitals tighten and swell in its new casings. Mick had to give this joy to as many people as he could.

The guys met up at Mick’s house before the Cabaret. Mick made sure they were plenty well liquored up before hand. While they wouldn’t get the juice ‘til they were there, he wanted them to be as docile as possible.

“So what is this we are going to, Mick?” Asked Jim. Mick, Jordan, and Luke, who were present, all laughed, knowing full well what they were looking for.

“Well, Jim, it’s just a fun show. There are gunna be other men there, you know, like gay, and it’s an extreme sex show basically, and the audience can get involved.” Jordan replied, wanting to keep his secrets to himself. Both Jordan and Luke had been waiting a long time to get further modification and were already getting excited.

“Well, what does “extreme” mean, dudes?”

“It means some of the guys won’t have their normal equipment. You can imagine that’d make things pretty different.” Jordan said.

“Well . . .” Jim trailed off into silence, a curious look upon his face. But he didn’t back out.

The men stumbled into the Cabaret, Jim noticed how busy the place was. A lot of men were there, some he recognized from around town, others from work. He was surprised by how attractive they were and how he had never realized that they were gay before. It spiked his interest, but also gave him butterflies when it came to sitting up front.

They were all served the customary drink, and Mick was careful to make sure they all drank it down.

After a little while, and another round, the lights finally dimmed down. A tension seemed to sweep through the room. Expectation for the show mounted. The curtain closed, the room immersed itself into darkness. Then a bright stage light shown on the center of the curtain. A soft music came on.

The c urtains drew slowly, showing behind them a man with his wrists and ankles strapped to a bar above his head. His muscular, toned body dangled from the bar, his cock and balls flopping back to forth. A gag was firmly in his mouth, but he did not appear to struggle. Jim felt a soothing warmness come over him, a mixture of the drink and his lust.

A masked man came onto the stage, dressed in a leather outfit with a harness on his chest. He too was muscular, but had a thick pelt of chest hair, and was much more tan than the dangling man. The masked performer had an implement in his hand of some sort, a long, piercing metal rod. He walked graciously up to the restrained subject, and knelt before him. By this time the restrained man was fully aroused, his erection throbbing along with his heart beat. Jim, too, felt his arousal growing, felt his pants constricting around his bulge. He had always loved that feeling of his genitals being restrained, tightly.

The restrained man had a very tight set of balls, his scrotum seemed to have just taken a cold bath, despite his raging hard on. The masked man pushed the penis up against the man’s stomach, then took the metal implement and began to pierce into the man’s scrotum. He screamed through his gag. The masked man then applied a great deal of pressure on the man’s ball bag, and out popped two plump testicles from the tiny piercing. The man stopped screaming then, and looked down at his exposed nuts, dangling beneath and outside of his sac. A passive look came over his face. The masked man took the balls into his hand, and pulled firmly. They popped right off, just as quickly as they had popped out of his sac. Jim felt very warm then, almost uncomfortable, and really wanted to jerk off already. The curtain closed on the masked man holding up the balls, two attendants cleaning up Jim’s dangling heart throb.

“Wow, that was incredible.” Jim said to no one in particular. Jordan and Luke looked over and smiled.

“We’re just getting started,” Luke said.

The pause in action was brief, as before long the curtain opened again, revealing a bigger scene. Two men were at the top of some scaffolding fucking a man at the same time. He must have had a vagina, Jim realized, as they were not positioned right to be both fucking his asshole. The man moaned in pleasure as load beats played. Below him were three men, each with his penis in a metal cylinder. They each sat on a chair, and each pulled the cylinder at the same time, to the music, and with it they lifted their freshly severed penises off their waxed, hairless bodies, cum dripping down out of their new piss slits in their torsos as they did so. Each had his eyes open, his pupils fully dialated. The severed cocks were still engorged and seemed to throb slightly. Men in the crowd cheered, and the penis were thrown out towards us. Once landed right on Luke’s lap, and Luke grinned from ear to ear, took it, and sampled it in his mouth, tasting and chewing at it in a kind of stupor.

The men up top continued to fuck furiously at the mangina man while a third set of lights revealed the bottom platform, where six men where in chairs, their balls dangling beneath them through holes in the seats. Each had his balls stretched with weights away from his body and it appeared banded. An MC stepped out and pulled a two men from the audience. He handed them metal clippers while he made pot jokes at the crowd’s expense.

“Looks like we’ll be having a lot of audience participation later on, won’t we boys?” The crowd laughed, all knowing full well their own anticipation for the final event.

The two men started at either end of the six men, and went down on hands and knees to clip the stretched, blue looking ball sacks off the lusty, waiting men. The men spurted their thick cum as they were clipped, and one of the clippers sucked on the men’s dicks as he clipped them, guzzling their cum into his mouth.

When the men finished clipping the six’s ball sacs off, they threw the sacs to the crowd, where men squeezed them until they burst and played hackysac and other games. The six men in the chairs simply sat and smiled. Then, out of no where, one of the guys who had clipped the men pulled his own genitals out of his pants. His fat, eight inch cock jutted forward, his balls were already gone. He took the clipper up to his giant member, and bore down. The MC rushed to grab him and take him back stage, his member flopped soundly on the floor, and the guy moaned after he cut himself. Jim was getting so aroused now. The whole place was already covered in ‘spare parts’ as he was starting to think of them, thinking what he wanted most.

The curtains closed again. They opened to show a more surgical scene. Two young men were in upright surgical beds, with ‘doctor’ type men cutting away at their junk. The men squirmed and cried out in pain as the doctors sliced into them deeply. At the end, it was revealed that one had his external penis severed and his internal penis shoved into his full ball sac, which was tightened to the point where it was no longer visible, and his prostate removed. His balls and the tiny remains of his penis made a small, lumpy bit on his taint. The doctor massaged it with his latex hands to make sure it had set. The second had his penis inverted and had a vagina made; his balls removed. The men looked full of pain, but it was bloodless. The curtains closed again.

Intermission

The lights came up, and it became apparent how many men in the room were masturbating or fucking already. And that was a lot. Jim wasn’t though, his mind was buzzing with all the new ideas. Luke and Mick were well at it by then, and Jim saw for the first time that Mick was like the last guy up there, with only an internal penis inside a skin tight scrotum. Jim watched as Luke played with Mick’s little toy, and when he could see that Mick was orgasming by his contorted face and deep smile, Jim realized he was getting all wet in his groin. Jim then saw Luke’s toys. Luke didn’t have any glans and his scrot was tightened up too. And Jordan? Where did he go? Jim grasped the drinks that came round and downed his right away, hoping he would keep getting warmer. And he would.

The lights dimmed again. The MC came back out on stage.

“Now, gentlemen, lets see what our own audience can provide for us tonight. As you know we have all local men in our sex club, and are seeking new members, which might include you. And we have members here for further modification. So, who ever in the audience wants a castration, let’s start with you.”

Twenty or so men went up and stood in a line on the stage. They looked out at the crowd, showing off their naked bodies. Jerking their cocks. The original masked man took a cup shaped implement, put it over the men’s balls one by one, and removed them, putting the balls in a large, translucent bucket. Men clapped at each castration. The device appeared to stitch as it cut. Many of the men came as they were nutted.

The MC came back on. “Penectomies, it’s your turn!!” Jim jumped at the word, and got in line with thirty or so other men. He could feel how tight his pants were bearing down on his penis for the last time. He savored the feeling, and looked forward to having a numb, amputated penis. He could finally be the perfect bottom. He just kept thinking about it, getting fucked when he wouldn’t have a penis anymore, how tense he would feel all the time, when suddenly he felt a hand undoing his tight jeans, pulling out his shaved dick (when had he shaved?) and pushing the mental device down hard to his base. Then it just came back off again, and he could sorta feel something, and then the scene was too much for him, he groaned and the cum pussed out of his hole. He bent over and begged to be fucked. Men in the audience laughed and jeered. Finally a man came up behind Jim and shoved his huge, 10 inch meat into his tight hole. Jim came again as the man thrust away, watching the men in line behind him getting their dicks cut off. They all came when they saw that their dick was gone from their bodies, except for the older ones.

Another man came up behind Jim on the stage, just as Jim was going to go back to his seat in shame at himself. He began to fuck Jim and Jim just couldn’t resist it. He felt that warmth all over him. The MC was back on stage and other men were already lining up for something else, but Jim wasn’t really paying attention to anything but his ass, how his prostate felt like his entire penis in a pudding being rubbed by a fucking stallion’s dick. Jim just came again, he couldn’t stop. He saw Luke and Jordan getting complete nullification at one point, he wasn’t paying attention, he just knew that this stuff, this modification stuff, made him need to get fucked and cum like he had never known before.

The crowd was chanting “No Penises for Bottoms” at something, when behind him Jim heard, “get his ass cleaned out.” At that, Jim felt the enemas flowing in and out of him. It felt so damn good, if only he could cum into his own ass, he thought.

* * *

“Jim, Jim, wake up.” Somebody was saying it, Mick, it was Mick.

“What the . . .”

“Oh, quite down, Jim, its just fine. Too bad you missed the last part of the show, sleepy head, they gave you a vagina Jim, a little tiny one, but one none the less. Oh, and they got rid of your nasty balls, no one wants those anymore, not even tops.” Mick rambled. “Oh, and one more thing, Jim, I hear there’s a ten inch long schlong that wants its ass and vag back. So you better get it back to him right away, Jim.”

“Oh,” Jim said.