It was late on a Saturday night when Josh Smith flicked onto his phone. He wanted to watch a little porn on the short flight from Hong Kong to Kolkata, and his last minute down-grade to economy-super-basic made sure he was in a basically empty cabin. The odd, standing-room partitions ensured that no one could exactly see what he was watching on his tiny screen.

He went straight to his usual, homosexual fair. It was hard to get that sort of stuff when in Hong Kong, but the airplane offered total freedom. The phone downloaded volumes of porn, illegal music, banned news-e-papers into his hand. At the same time he watched a tiny picture of two men dancing together in Afghanistan. He somehow remembered that his own father had died there, in some far off war.

He watched the two men dance. It was the start of one of those cheap ‘Stanporn flicks. They were the only ones producing new video, and people were certainly grossed out by hairless American vaginas and penises from the early ‘20s.

The men kept dancing, then the camera moved into the one man’s crotch, somewhat visible beneath some shear gauze cloth, the greenish-gold outfit seemed whimsical, but the man underneath was pure mass, with bales of black hair, a short crop hair cut, and piercing gold eyes.

The camera moved up slowly to his crotch, where under the gauze, you could see his mammoth balls. But unlike his dance partner, there was no throbbing, wet erection there. As the camera got closer, the garment dropped away, revealing his large balls were crowned by a wide stump of pink, oozing mass, slightly inverted yet still a stump. The man played with the soft pink of it. The camera moved to his face. His partner came up behind him and gripped him obscenely, kissing him.

Someone approached from the aisle.

“Orange juice, sir?” The flight attendant asked, smiling.

“No, thank you.”

A Bud, he thought.

* * *

Julian walked into the butcher shop off West St. He remembered he had been looking to get some fresh bacon. He was in there alone toward the back of the small shop. There was only one attendant and he was busy with a carcass.

“Hey, do you think you could do something for me?” Julian said.

“Sure, what’d you need?” The Butcher asked.

“I’d like to get a Bud done.”

“Ok, get into the back.”

Julian didn’t really remember how it happened. He just went to back of the store. The butcher got Julian up on a counter, and sliced into his penis, which was really hard for some reason, and using some COA-G140 to stop bleeding. The penis was removed and the butcher made a beautiful Bud with Julian’s stump and the remaining skin. The butcher let him rest there for a while, some other customers must have come in. Julian’s crotch was nicely bandaged and the butcher handed him a large sausage to take home. Julian smiled as the butcher handed the large sausage over. “I’m really gunna eat this right away, Sir, thanks so much for everything.”

“Not a problem, boy, doing five a week these days.” The butcher cooed.

When he got home he just seemed really happy, and ate his whole sausage, his roommate later reported.

* * *

Randy was fast approaching 30. He had been a bull-man all his life.

There was high demand for young animal penis, but often it was better to take the penis and leave the animal alive. Bull fanciers, for instance, would pay over $20,000 to eat the penis of a prize bull. But at those prices, the bull was better left alive.

Randy was pleased to hear of a new process to remove bull penis and leave the animal alive and healthy, ready for future sperm sampling and a life of ease. He had the man from K-Corp out to his ranch for a demonstration.

The salesman and Randy selected a young veal for the demonstration, so that Randy would loose nothing thereby. Randy was not easy to convince, and wouldn’t allow this man to touch a prize bull on day one.

The man showed the entire process. The veal was pacified. It was then made aroused with a needle at the based on the penis. A large clamp like object was placed around the base of the veal’s engorged penis. It gave Randy a hint of lust to watch the process. Randy’s 18 yo son, Mark, smiled and laughed as the process continued, making Randy extremely aroused. The penis came off with the clamp, leaving behind a row of stitches and a catheter. The bull appeared to be leaking pre-cum. The penis, beautifully engorged. The salesman quickly put it into a special container.

“Mr. Salesman, I think you’d better do me next.” Randy said. His son smiled.

The salesmen immediately went to work. He shot Randy with a small amount of the pacifying agent, sending him into a deep high. The salesman told Randy’s son, “either you or me mineswell suck your old man’s dick one last time.” Mark laughed, and then lavished his father’s dick with his wet mouth. The salesman sucked Randy’s nuts and dick, and both touched at his ass. Randy was really aroused. Although he couldn’t move, he moaned. The men’s mouths were so warm.

The salesman quickly put the clamp on Randy’s engorged cock. It clicked, and Randy felt like he was being drained of his cum without an orgasm. He sighed. His warm, fat dick was now off his body, a little row of stitches behind. His son took the severed organ and sucked the last of the pre-cum out of it.

“Me too!” He squealed.

Randy still couldn’t move, but he watched as the salesman sucked his son’s cock until it was really hard. Mark was moaning a lot. His young body naked in the fresh summer air by the farm. “Wait, let me fuck my dad one last time.” He said. He walked over to his dad, turned him over, and fucked his ass. Randy could hardly feel it he was so doped up.

Then, the salesman pulled Mark off his dad, forced the clamp on, and click, Mark’s dick came off too.

“You are really going to like it, guys,” the salesman said as he took his check later on.

Randy and Mark smiled, then started tickling each other compulsively after he left.

* * *

All of these men are Buds, Buddies in a new world

* * *

Logan was 23, and worked for a surgeon. He was really shy about his homosexuality, especially as he could never ‘top’ another guy, he just couldn’t keep it up.

Then his boss invited him over to a party at his place. Logan really liked his boss, who was blonde and all that, you know, plastic man gorgeous that Logan loved. So, of course, Logan was very excited as apparently this party was ‘secret’ and ‘just for the guys.’

Logan was terrified as he rang the bell, and a strange man opened the door. Logan came in and saw a complete orgy of men. They were all over each other. He was in total shock, and quickly became uncontrollably aroused.

Logan soon enough realized that not all these men had penises, however. A number appeared to have either no or very little penis. “OMG, they are Buds!” Logan thought to himself, as he oozed pre-cum in his tight pants.

His boss came up behind him, and grabbed Logan by the shoulders, squeezing him tightly, “Like it?” His boss whispered.

“Oh, Doctor . . .”

“Please, Logan, call me Master.”

“Yes, Master.”

“Do you want to be a Bud like everyone else here, Logan? I’ve heard all about you from online. Don’t you want to get that off of you?”

“Yes, yes I do.”

The doctor took Logan to a platform in a back room. The men gathered around, Logan realized that none had a penis. He felt as the doctor skinned his penis, sliced his flesh off, and sewed him shut. Logan was so proud of his new bits.

He was really pent up for weeks, he would masturbate his Bud up against his pants all the time, it was always hard and never came. Finally, the doctor invited Logan back to his house. He finally got relief when the doctor introduced him to electric prostate massage and mass group humping. Logan left a long trail of cum down his leg from his Bud.

* * *

Tommy was super excited. He was finally 21 and could attend LiveBud, the benefit concert for Buddies.

LiveBud was ridiculous, a drug induced mass orgy of men. Tommy was super excited by the prospects, being pretty precocious. A couple of his friends and him went together.

Matt, another kid in the group, had gotten a bud a few months back. Tommy was really into him, although he was inaccessible socially. But here they were, Matt and Tommy in the back of Lucas’ truck on the way to LiveBud.

Tommy felt a bit anxious. He was still a virgin and had never used his dick properly before, just masturbation. He was still afraid that he would get talked into getting a Bud, since obviously the service would be offered there and there was going to be, like, a lot of pressure.

Day 2 of the concert is when it hits Tommy. Watching Matt’s smooth bud for days, along with so many other men’s buds, was getting to be a little much. Plus, guys were getting buddied at different locations. It made Tommy really hard.

Tommy and Matt and Lucas went down to the main staging area on the last day of the concert. It was pretty crowded. There was a guy up on stage, somebody real famous, like.

It took Tommy a minute or two, Lucas had given him some dank stuff. It was a fighter, man! Tommy’s eyes opened up. He was saying something, but it was hard to hear, maybe like “ . . . this is for being a better man and a better lover to my boys . . .” Maybe? Tommy couldn’t here.

He could see, though, up on the screen, the clamp pushing down over the guy’s engorged dick. The guys in the audience starting shouting and screaming, loud beyond belief. There was no way to hear anything. A lot of guys were already naked, and covered in mud from the concert grounds. A heaving, dirty mass of sweat and aggression was ready to explode, watching this idol get the clamp . . . it moved slow down his big, fat fucking dick. It was unbelievable. Then, his manager pushed the handle down and it was just a click. The guy was caught by two men behind him, smiling, panting, cum dripping down his legs. The manager smiled, waving the giant penis in the air.

Tommy saw that Lucas had gotten done, too. Matt and Lucas were naked together, right there, balls swinging up and down, and up and down.

* * *

Lynn was busily planning his Budding. He was about 45, but rather handsome. A tender face suited him well. Blonde, beaming, and hairless under the chin. Such a sweet personality, he always thought to himself. He discriminated against fat people.

Lynn and his partner of 13 years, Mike, were sitting in the event planner’s shop space looking at different ideas and thinking about things generally. Mike was excited that Lynn wouldn’t be able to top ever again. Mike hated anal sex, and had his Bud with another boyfriend before meeting Lynn. Mike just loved the feeling of aggression, rage, and also frustration his Bud gave him.

Mike really wanted to take control of the whole situation, as his own budding was a rustic affair, back in his college days when material things and social connections didn’t seem to matter. But Lynn was going to be so public about it.

“When is the last time you used your penis overtly,” the event planner asked.

“It’s been twenty months.” Lynn said, blushing. He had just, one day, stopped wanting his dick anymore. He thought it must be the years of being with Mike, and how much Mike enjoyed frottage on his little bump. Lynn had used to call it the “lil belly button” back when they first started dating.

“Have you been wearing the cold band?”

“Not as much as I’m suppose to. It just makes my whole abdomen numb, you know.” Lynn said. Mike and the planner laughed.

Mike encouraged Lynn to get a metal plug insertion and urethral reroute, so that he wouldn’t have a visible stump, but a metal plug, which allowed for greater electrostim, and Lynn had gotten very, very into it. Mike also loved the idea of Lynn having to cum into his ass everytime he came, and to piss out his asshole, that would result, making Lynn into an animal. He couldn’t wait to pimp Lynn out to the dudes who still had dicks. It was so sweet, Lynn having his ass turned into a wet, cum filled hole, while his dick was just a metal plug. Mike got really pent up at that. He pushed his balls hard onto the seat, punishing them, feeling his own Bud, how it was still his dick stump, how he could piss from it and ooze cum from his dickstump, his Bud. Lynn wouldn’t get that. Mike smiled to himself.

*

Mike, as you could guess, was going ape on the day of Lynn’s budding, it was something he had long awaited. Lynn was nervous, and going back and forth about things.

“If you don’t do it, I’m leaving.” Mike said. He then punched Lynn in his groin, “I’ll have them make you a null by force, and then you won’t be shit!” Mike had broken, he wanted to dominate Lynn. It aroused Lynn. After all those years of humiliating Mike and raping him in the ass and abusing him verbally, after all that, Lynn finally saw he wanted to be the victim. He still wanted to please somebody from long ago after all these years.

Abuse takes place in a bedroom, or in a living room, or in a car, or a city street, but wherever it happens, there always seem to be people watching but not doing anything. In this case, there was a group of Buds gathering in the back garden while Mike and Lynn redefined the psycho-sexual aspects of their relationship in the bedroom, snacking on their ridiculous, decadent fare. Men were eating and drinking, and a swimming pool full of young, nude Buds, and a little red stage waiting for its queen, was beckoning.

A little argument started on the lanai. The teams might have been divided into “There are So Many Flowers in the World that None is the Same” and “A Rose is a Rose, Call it by Any Other Name.” The former, a police officer, a neurologist, and a store clerk, were prevailing. No one was wearing anything. No one had a penis, not even Lynn’s Dad. Lynn looked out, fear, dread, ‘how pervasive is this disease?’ he wondered alone in his own mind.

But it was too late, it was all too late. Lynn moved wearily from his bedroom. Mike had picked a subtle, floral theme for the wallpaper. A bit too modern to really notice. Maybe Mike wasn’t so masculine after all.

Lynn walked down the stairs, his crotch still hurt badly, his stomach was on fire. He walked, hunched down, onto the lanai. The men cheered. Loud, boisterous, completely insane.

Why? Why did this happen to me?

Lynn walked up to the red stage, he had picked all this out himself. The vast pool spread beneath him. He was there, on the stage of this mad, Roman orgy, where everyone is Nero’s freak.

Mike walked up, he kissed Lynn. Lynn still didn’t feel aroused, he hadn’t in months.

“I put it your food, Lynn, after you beat me on New Years, you remember that particular New Year, don’t know? You won’t get me down, Lynn. I got you.”

Lynn realized what had happened, but soon enough men were at his feet, licking his toes, his penis was finally getting hard, for the first time in awhile. Mike must have stopped drugging him today. Lynn felt the clamp slide down his dick. “Oh, NO, don’t!” It was too late. The side discs punctured into his ligaments, the catheter shoved itself into his urethra. The discs, now inside him, cut into his abdomen and severed his penis ½ inch deep at the root, and it pulled itself out, something else shot into his ass, he couldn’t make it out, really, but he knew what it was. He heard a popping sound, and was brought back around to see a metal plug installed where his dick had been, but he could still feel his dick beneath it. Somewhere.

He was totally numb all over, he just felt like he was touched somehow. Deep inside something was ‘fixed’ in him, this starry fucking feeling. He was drooling. The men were laughing, frottaging each other. There were a few dildos, but not many. He was one that was kinda floppy and red being handed to Mike. He felt the probe slide from his ass. Then, Lynn felt something else. He felt his ass filling up with something, and at the same time he felt the orgasm. Right inside him, though. It wasn’t ‘in his penis’ - it was deeper in his groin, and he felt his heart beat. And he pushed out, and the wet came out of his ass.

A man next to Lynn said “Successful!”

Everyone clapped.

‘But now I’m a bottom in this place without men.’ Lynn was incoherent was some time afterwards.