My wife and I had just gotten married the previous week and we were finally at our honeymoon destination: a lost mine exploration in northern New Mexico. Both Claire and I were big into spelunking and into the Old West history scene and were very excited. Claire was a 26 year old blond knockout with a business degree from Berkeley, toned legs, nice round tits, and a smile to die for. I wasn’t bad myself. I was 26, a degree in Civil Engineering, a six pack that I’d worked on since High School, and I knew I was packing some serious heat in my pants to boot.

We had hired only one other person for our expedition – a guide named Rick, who claimed to know more about the mine than anyone in town. He was polite and nice on the phone and the way he told it, we would be some of the first people to see the inside of the mine in over 100 years.

I was somewhat less thrilled when we met Rick in person. He was sculpted like a Greek god. Perfect teeth, defined muscles, and a killer bulge in his shorts. I was already jealous, but I was looking forward to the trip with Claire anyway (and I knew she thought I looked sexy in all that climbing equipment).

When we finally made it to the cave after a two hour drive through the desert, Rick led the way with his flashlight into the mouth of the mine. Claire paused a moment before heading in. She gently held my cheek and rubbed my crotch with her other hand.

“You are so sexy baby”, she said, kissing me and walking after Rick into the cave.

The trip down the main shaft was uneventful, so Rick began talking.

“You know there are old stories about why this mine was shut down”, he said.

“Oh really?”, Claire said, genuinely curious.

“Oh yes. Historians say that the gold just ran out, but there are some other…more unusual tales about what happened too”

“Yeah sure, like what?” I responded, justly skeptical.

“They say the miners dug too deep and unlocked a monster from the depths”

“Ha, suuuure…what did it do? Systematically kill anyone who took its gold or something?” I said. I was beginning to get annoyed and more jealous, since Claire seemed a little too interested in our hot guide.

“No. Nothing like that. They say it would capture the miners and eat them…”

There was a pause as we came to a fork in the path. I noticed that the air seemed a little more humid and warm than it was when we first came in. That was odd, since I thought normally that caves were cooler than the outside.

We went down the left hall.

“Well, the monster just ate men actually”

“Really? How weird!” Claire responded.

“Apparently, it had a taste for testicles. It didn’t take long before no man was willing to enter the cave again”

I was about to scoff and make a snide remark, but there was a small crack and Rick’s light suddenly went out accompanied by a brief yell.

I barely had time to take that in before I felt hit by something and blacked out.

I awoke some time later. I was in a weird natural cavern and it was lit by an eerie yellow phosphorescence. I suddenly became aware that I was naked and I couldn’t move. My arms and legs were stretched out by this sickeningly wet, gooey slime that hung from the ceiling and went to the floor. After several moments of struggling in vain to free myself, I looked around the room.

That’s when I noticed Rick was suspended across the room from me, still passed out. He too was naked and I couldn’t help but evaluate his body. He was nicely muscled from hours in the gym, little hair, but I took some pleasure in seeing that his equipment wasn’t as big as mine.

I saw him stir.

“Hey Rick! Don’t bother trying to get out of the goo; we’re going to need help somehow. Have you seen Claire?”

“What the hell is this? Naw, I can’t see Claire from here. Maybe she got away?” he said.

I heard movement to my left.

“Claire? Is that you?” I called.

Then I saw it.

It wasn’t Claire, that’s for sure. The creature was about 8 feet wide with eight legs like a spider. It had more of that slick slime slowly oozing off its carapace and hundreds of tiny eyes along its head. It also had a terrifying mouth: a long thin proboscis along with a small pair of claws to help pull prey in.

I was petrified. I’d never seen anything like it.

Rick, however, just lost it. He started screaming and panicking.

“Oh GOD! It’s the monster! I can’t go out like this! I can’t go out like this! Oh GOD!” he screamed.

It turns out; I was wise to avoid drawing attention to myself.

The creature skittered with alarming speed over to Rick, causing him to scream even more incoherently.

I saw the creature lift Rick’s dick out of the way with one claw and grabbed his fat scrotum with its other.

“Not my balls! Oh GAAAWD! NO! It can’t be true!” Rick screamed.

The creature pressed its needle-like mouth into Rick’s right testicle so hard, the little organ looked like a doughnut. Despite Rick’s screams, I could hear a sickening, wet, CRUNCH as the creature punctured his delicate nut flesh. His abs flexed wildly and he thrashed his head back and forth.

Rick’s screams fell to a “Oh…*cough* Unhh…” as the creature drained his right testicle of every ounce of flesh. Rick began to sob. All that was left was a little flesh the size of a raisin.

Just then, I saw the light of a flashlight.

It was Claire!

“Oh Rick! What the hell is that?!” She called as she saw the bizarre scene.

Claire, being the hot, spunky girl that I love, broke out a flare from her pack as the creature skittered toward her. She was dueling a freakish monster from the dark with only a flashlight and a torch flare! I tried not to, but I started to get hard. After watching Rick get half-castrated and seeing the woman of my dreams fight, I was so turned on.

Claire managed to burn several of the creature’s eyes, but she tossed the flashlight and brought out her Swiss Army knife (one wedding present she actually liked). The creature was furious, and suddenly shot a mass of goo at Claire.

She was trapped to her waist in the vile stuff, but as the monster moved in to paralyze her, Claire stabbed the creature in its soft underbelly, leaving the knife deep in its flesh.

The creature screeched stung Claire quickly and tried in vain to dislodge the knife.

Its movements were slowing, but I was worried that Claire was dead. But no, she was clearly still breathing.

The creature moved back toward Rick, who was still sobbing about his lost nut.

His eyes had glazed over, but as soon as he felt the pressure on his left and last testicle, he screamed again, “WHY?! YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT! Oh god…*cough* Just leave me alone!”

His struggles turned to a whimper as I heard again the sickening Crunch as Rick’s last vestige of manhood sang its death song of pain to Rick. His once-solid orb that has pumped his body full of power and desire that had swung happily between his manly legs all his life, all that was collapsing in the horrifying embrace of this monster.

I was horrified too, but my dick was harder than I think it’s ever been as I heard the slurping sound of Rick’s dying manhood and watched his once proud sack go flat.

The creature then slowly released Rick’s flopping penis and slowly began moving toward me.

The horror of that movement had yet to hit me. I was staring at Rick’s crotch. That manly penis hanging down between his legs would never rise again. That sac that once held his most precious family jewels was totally empty. His body was no longer male. Not without his balls. Not without those precious, precious factories that held his potential as a father and fueled his potency as a man.

The creature was almost upon me, but it was leaving a trail of thick black blood and was moving more slowly by the minute. Oh god… I thought. I didn’t scream – at least not yet. There was no one to hear me anyway.

The creature clasped my dick in its claw and held it upright. I felt like I would hyperventilate, my heart was beating so fast! Then the pressure began.

My right testicle felt as if someone was slowly pushing a blunt rod into the center of my manly flesh orb and second by second the pain radiated deep from my traumatized teste into my stomach. I could feel the bile rise in my throat as the pain multiplied. I screamed. I felt my right nut, my right ball, the right half of my manhood, collapse under the pressure! I heard that same sickening Crunch as my larger nut succumbed just like Rick’s. I felt a moment of cool liquid in my right nut just a moment before the searing pain as the creature sucked out my dying manflesh. SLUUUUUURP! I could feel it. I could hear it! OH GOD! I need that flesh so much! I have to be a man!

I began to cry.

The creature began to move to my remaining nut, though it was noticeably slower.

I prayed it would die.

DIE YOU MONSTER!

Just as I felt the pressure build on the last vestige of my masculinity, I heard a loud CRACK!

Claire had escaped her webbing!

She slammed an old mining hammer square on the back of the creature’s head, unintentionally slugging the creature’s proboscis hard into my testicle, triggering a deep throbbing pain, though I could tell it was still there.

A few more whacks and the creature’s skull fractured and the beast collapsed to its side.

In a sickening death throw, the creature vomited. In a pile of acidic goo, I saw the remains of Rick’s devastated manhood, mixed with my right nut flesh. I nearly puked, overcome by the pain and by the joy that my manhood was safe!

We all escaped the mine together. Rick was never the same. I hear he just walked onto the freeway and offed himself. He couldn’t bear life without his balls I guess.

I’m not sure I could either, but thanks to Claire I don’t have to worry about that. My remaining nut gets plenty of exercise and love, and now Claire’s pregnant with our first child. I love her because she really did save my manhood!