Leroy had seen Nick naked so often in the last six months that it was almost becoming unusual to see him clothed. After they exchanged greetings Leroy surprised Nick by not just shucking off his sandals, but by shucking off his shirt, shorts and boxers as well. “When in Rome,” Leroy said with a grin.

Nick couldn't help but admire his friend's body. Perfect muscle-tone, not a hair from the neck down, smooth black skin, and now a matching smooth groin. Nick thought back to his birthday, the last time he'd seen Leroy as a complete man. His smaller then average penis, which looked even smaller next to his larger then average balls, tended to be the focus of Leroy's body. Partly because the first thing Leroy always did was point out how small his dick was. Now, with nothing but smooth skin between his legs, Leroy looked more masculine then ever.

Leroy was checking out his friend at the same time. Nick had really bulked up since his emasculation. Thick, muscular arms, powerful broad shoulders. His pecs weren't as bulging as Leroy's, and weren't overly defined and was coated in a light dusting of brown hair. His torso had a beautiful hourglass shape with rippled ab muscles. A treasure trail lead from his navel to the well trimmed patch of pubic hair that covered his smooth groin. He had thick, muscular legs, which was unusual as most guys focused too much on the muscles from the waist up only.

As soon as they realized what they were both doing, they awkwardly looked away. Nick offered a choice of beverages trying to change focus. They ended up in the living room, sitting in the arm chairs in front of the TV, playing video games. After a while the awkwardness faded.

“So you healed quickly,” Nick said.

“What do you mean?” Leroy asked.

“It was like, six weeks before the swelling and bruising went away for me.”

“I guess I just heal quick. Do you miss your junk?”

“Not really. I kind of did just after. I'd wake up with a serious case of morning wood, only when I tried to grab it to jerk off I'd remember there was nothing there anymore. Of course then what little I had left would be hard and pushing against the stitches and bruises so the pain would override any other thoughts. By the time I was healed up I stopped missing it.”

“Makes sense.”

“What about you?”

“I really miss my balls. It doesn't feel right, walking around without them bouncing off my thighs. I used to be able to get off quicker playing with my balls then tugging on that useless dick. When I get real horny I keep reaching down to play with them, and ... it kinda depresses me they're gone.”

“You mean, you regret cutting them off?”

“Kind of.” Leroy lets out a long sigh. “It's kind of confusing. Especially with everything between Rick and I. He says having sex with me because it's not like he's really doing a guy. He really gets off feeling my lack of gear. And don't get me wrong, best sex I've ever had. And outside of sex we're like best friends. Just a couple of regular guys. Except for I love him. I don't know. It's like most of the time I feel like the macho guy I've always been. But then sometimes I think about how there's nothing hanging between my legs and I don't feel like a guy at all.”

“Hmm.” Nick thought about it for a bit. “I've been putting up with that shit for months, ever since I started going back to the gym. Like my gym buddy Brett. After he found out I was gay he used to ask me if I was sure, because he thought I was one of the straightest guys he knew. Then when he saw me in the showers after I went back, he freaked out. Started saying I shouldn't be allowed in the change room because I wasn't a man anymore and shit like that. The only thing that had changed about me was I lost maybe a pound of flesh. But because of exactly what flesh it was, I suddenly wasn't a guy anymore.”

“I still can't believe you'd go back to the same gym. What do you tell them happened? Do you just admit you cut your dick off?”

“Most guys haven't asked. Most I got at first were looks of revulsion and pity. The most any guy would talk about it would be to say they were sorry or that they felt sorry for me. Once a couple of tough, macho dickheads cornered me in the shower and demanded to know what kind of pervert queer activities I'd been up too. I lied and said I'd had an accident with a power tool, and that I really didn't want to talk about it. They bought it. Even apologized.”

“What about Brett?”

“I challenged him to see who was more of a man. So we started competing over who could bench more, do more reps, et cetera. That's why I've bulked up some much in the last few months. About a month ago Brett apologized for his comments. He finally saw past the change and realized I was the same guy I've always been. And I'm just as macho as any guy with a full set dangling below.”

“Yeah, that makes sense,” Leroy said. “But a lot of guys would argue that.”

“I know.”

“I still can't believe we're going to cut Rick's balls off tomorrow. It makes me horny just thinking about it. Good thing I don't have a dick anymore, otherwise I'd be getting cum all over your chair,” Leroy said with a laugh.

“So Chris is thinking of joining us,” Nick said. “If he can get Max on board too.”

“What do you mean?”

“I guess since my birthday they've really gotten into penectomy play. Guess Max is really turned on by it. And you know Chris has been talking about it since we were fifteen. He just can't get Max to really let him go through with it. Max is afraid Chris will regret it and it'll ruin what they have.”

“Even though that hasn't been the case with you and Lance.”

“You can't let Max know I told you this, as Chris wasn't even supposed to tell me. But it's not just Chris's penectomy that Max gets off on. He really gets off on his own.”

“Max? No way.”

“Chris know Max would never want to really do it, but I guess when they play at it Max has like some kind of super orgasm. Every time. Chris thinks maybe, just maybe, Max won't let him go nullo because he'll be jealous.”

“Max? Wow. Guess you never really know who's into this stuff.”

“They had a huge fight a couple of days ago after you and Rick came out. Chris asked Max what he really wanted, meaning if he really wanted to let Chris go through with it or not, and Max said what he really wanted was a three way with you and I.”

“Oh shit,” Leroy laughed. “He didn't!”

“Oh he did. So Chris was pissed that he wants to fuck his two friends who are nullos, but won't let his boyfriend go nullo too.”

“Maybe after tomorrow Max will change his mind. You know, seeing a guy like Rick get nutted might push him in the right direction.”

“Maybe.”

The rest of the night passed uneventfully. Leroy ended up crashing for the night. The next day they continued to pad around the apartment in the nude. When Lance got home he was a little surprised, but he trusted Nick enough to know nothing sexual had gone on. And the sight of two hot, dickless guys gave him one of his almost painful insta-rock hard erections.

They met up with Max and Chris at Rick's apartment. Rick had everything ready to go. Like at Nick's birthday, all of them had gone naked. Rick, Lance, Max and Chris all had raging hard-ons. The main event would take place it the dining room, as it had for Nick.

Max brought along the new toys he'd told his friends about. Everyone but Chris was confused when Max pulled out two strange metal tools. They were identical, and a had red handle like a pair of pliers and a large circle of metal on the end. There was an opening of around three inches. “They're pipe cutters,” Max explained. “There are blades inside here, and when you squeeze the handle, it tightens the loop. Watch.”

With some difficulty because of his erection, he got his dick and balls through the opening of one. There was a fair bit of clearance between the edge of the circle and his gear. He squeezed the handle a few times and the circle tightened. A few more squeezes and the circle was pressed up around his gear. “I can go maybe one or two more pumps, then the blades really start cutting in,” Max explained.

“Yeah, it's a total rush to feel the blades on your skin,” Chris agreed. “But you have to know when to stop.” He pushed his erection to the side to show off a small scar on one side, and a matching scar on the other. “I went a little too far a while ago. Hurt like hell.”

“That's some 'toys',” Lance scoffed. “I'm surprised neither of you has ended up in the ER yet.”

“It wouldn't be exciting if there wasn't the risk,” Max said. “You want to try it?”

“No thanks. I'm happy with my parts the way they are.” Lance looked around. “In fact, I seem to be the only guy here who thinks that way.”

“Not true,” Rick said. “I love my genitals the way they are. I just love Leroy more is all.” Leroy took Rick by the hand and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Max released the tools grip on his gear and set it aside. They all headed into the dining room.

In the dining room Rick had set up a full length mirror. He explained that he wanted to be standing up when Leroy, Nick and Lance did the honours. Rick explained how everything would go, and assured that they all knew what they were doing, Rick decided it was time to start. Despite his shaking legs.

Leroy loaded up the elasticator and snapped a green band around Rick's loose hanging sac. It seemed almost like Rick's sac knew what was coming and was cooperating fully. When the elastic snapped on Rick let out a little yelp. Like Nick he'd decided to forgo aesthetic. “You ready?” Leroy asked.

Rick took a deep breath and nodded. Leroy unwrapped the fresh scalpel. He placed the blade against the neck of Rick's sac. He looked up at Rick, who had to brush some of his long, blonde hair out of his blue eyes. He looked scared but smiled reassuringly at Leroy. Leroy put some pressure on the blade and watched the tip easily slide into the flesh. Rick sucked in some air and let out a little yelp. Carefully Leroy slid the blade around the bunched up scrotal skin, trying not to cut too deep. Tears streamed out of Rick's eyes, but he kept smiling through the pain.

After a few last little cuts Rick's sac was completely severed. With a gentle tug he pulled Rick's sac off, leaving his balls hanging free and loose. “Wow,” Rick said, not really believing what he was seeing reflected in the mirror. Instead of his loose hanging sac there were now two large, grey orbs hanging from thin tubes dangling below his thick, veiny eight inch cock.

Tentatively Rick reached down and touched them. He winced as a jolt of pain shot up through his abdomen. They were incredibly sensitive without their flesh sac to protect them. Leroy passed the scalpel off to Lance. Lance looked Rick in the eyes. “Are you sure about this Rick?”

“I am.” Rick winced as Lance took Rick's right ball into his hand. He pulled down gently and with a quick swipe of the blade severed the attaching chords. Rick cried out in pain and doubled over. When Leroy went to help him Rick brushed him away saying “I'm fine. Just ... need a minute.”

Soon it was Nick's turn. Rick steeled himself against the oncoming pain, which wasn't easy as he was in excruciating pain already. Remembering his own experience Nick went much quicker. He swiftly pulled the left ball down and out so the cords were taunt, and sliced through them with one quick slash of the scalpel.

Again Rick cried out in pain. He would have collapsed had Lance not caught him and held him up. Leroy dropped down between Rick's legs with a needle full of anaesthetic. A few quick shots and the pain in Rick's groin subsided. He again stood up straight, and looked at himself in the mirror. His cock was as hard as he'd ever seen it. It looked somehow lonely without any balls hanging below it. He could hardly believe he was looking at his own reflection. His mind was spinning with the realization he'd just been castrated.

Nick handed something to Rick. Rick held it up, realizing he was holding his balls, back in their sac. He pinched the severed end and held them up so they hung like they just had between his legs. Suddenly the most powerful orgasm of his life washed over him. He looked down and watched his final load spew forth from his cock. Burst after burst of thick white cum flew out of the large dark pink head. After thirty straight seconds the finally bit of cum drizzled out of his cock. Yet his cock continued to pulse, trying to pump out sperm that was no longer their. Even through the anaesthetic he could feel his cock becoming sore, the head swollen to almost twice it's usual size. The orgasm had passed yet his cock kept pumping, his cock seeming to get harder and harder. Just as it felt like his cock head was about to tear apart the pumping subsided.

Leroy and Nick watched, impressed and just a little nervous. Rick, sweating and panting, grinned at them. “That was ... intense.”

The other three were busy having orgasms of their own. The slight had been too much to bear and they'd started jerking off. It hadn't taken them long to cum, all three of them achieving orgasm simultaneously. After some clean-up, Max, Chris, Lance and Nick all went into the living room. Leroy stayed in the dining room, where Rick had hopped up on the table and was about to start the clean-up process on his groin.

It didn't take Max and Chris long to disappear into another room. The others tried to ignore the sounds of the two having some very loud and very enthusiastic sex. Soon after Nick was on his knees, servicing Lance while playing with the remainder of his own cock. It wasn't long before they were both having very loud and enthusiastic climaxes of their own.

While they collapsed back onto the couch, happy and a little sweaty, they heard max and Chris come to a window rattling climax. “Rick's going to get noise complaints,” Nick joked. A little while later Max and Chris returned to the living room. They collapsed onto the love seat. For a little bit, no one spoke.

Chris got up and came back with the 'toys'. “Hey Lance, wanna play chicken?” Chris asked. Max explained it was a game they liked to play. They each put a pipe cutter around their gear. They each take turns squeezing the handles of their pipe cutters. They kept going in turns until one of them chickened out. It had been during a game of this that Chris had gotten the injuries that left the scars on his dick.

Never being one to back down from a challenge, Lance agreed. Chris slipped his pipe cutter on and Lance did the same. The first few rounds were uneventful. The gap between pipe cutter and flesh got smaller and smaller until they could both just start to feel the metal of the blades. Chris knew he'd only have to hold out two, possibly three turns. Even at that point the blades would be cutting into the top layer of skin. More then that and serious wounds would be made.

Lance went first. Chris followed. Lance went again. There was a definite pinching feeling now. His dick visibly jumped, blood pumping even harder into it. He understood what Max had meant before. He was pretty sure all he'd have to do was pump his dick once and he'd shoot his load. He could picture it in his head, a few more squeezes of the handle and his dick would fall off and bounce on to the floor.

Leroy and Rick walked in. There was a big bandage under his penis where just a few hours ago his balls had hung. He looked a little pale, but otherwise good. “What's going on?” Leroy asked. Max explained the game.

“Sounds like a stupid game,” Rick said. “I'll go get my suture kit.”

“Don't worry man. Chris and I do this all the time. Besides, a little hypocritical coming from a guy who just had his nads chopped off,” Max said with a grin. Rick just rolled his eyes and sat down next to Nick. Leroy perched on the arm of the loveseat.

Chris took his turn. He too felt the blades start to pinch his flesh. His pulse began to quicken, and sweat broke out across his forehead. He knew from experience only one more turn and he'd either have to back down or take some damage.

Lance took his turn. He grunted as he felt the first layer of skin on the sides of his dick get sliced. His gear was severely cramped into the tool. The pressure alone was driving the blades further into his skin. His pulse was racing. He hadn't been this turned on since he helped slice his boyfriend's penis off.

Chris was torn. He knew he could make it through one more turn. But that was as far as he knew he could actually go. He hated to lose though. If Lance was stupid and didn't call chicken he'd go through with it one more time.

Lance wasn't thinking any such thoughts. He was totally obsessed with the erotic charge surging through him. He was almost totally lost in the feeling. If it wasn't for the pain reminding him the imminent danger his beloved genitals were in. But that just reinforced the erotic charge. He gave the cutter one more squeeze. The blades sliced further into him. He could feel it digging into the sides of his penis and now the top and the underside of his sac. Blood started to drip from the wounds, landing on the black leather of the couch. He let out a noise that was part pleasure and pain.

Chris swallowed hard. He didn't want to do it. He knew it would hurt. He knew it'd result in weeks of healing. But his competitive spirit took over. He suppressed a cry of pain as he squeezed the handles and the tool ratcheted tighter. “Uh guys, come on. Enough is enough,” Max said. “Why don't we call it a draw? You both win.”

“No way,” Lance said as he gave the tool another squeeze. Blood started to flow even more as the blade bit further into his gear. He felt the blades slice through the skin into the tissues below. The more pain it caused the more pleasure he felt. Lance was so lost in the feeling he was no longer thinking straight.

“Okay! Enough!” Rick shouted, knowing they were causing themselves serious damage. “Nick, Max, would you guys-” He was cut off by Chris yelping in pain as he squeezed the tool again. The tool bit deeper into the underside of his sac. It had definitely sliced through the skin completely. He knew one more round and the blades would probably slice through the chords attached to his balls. But he wasn't about to lose to Lance. He wouldn't let Lance lord it over him for months on end, like he did anytime anyone lost against him. He was just as tough as Lance, if not tougher.

Nick tried to grab Lance's hand but was too slow. Lance squeezed again. Deep and deeper he could feel the blades cutting into his manhood. He was on the verge of the most intense orgasm of his life. Just a few more squeezes. He squeezed the handles as tight as he could.

“Fuck! Chicken! Chicken!” Chris called. “You win Lance! You win!” He hit the release switch and the tool expanded back to full size. There was a slice along the base of his cock that ran down and under his sac. Blood was pulsing out of the wounds. Leroy had long since ran for bandages and the moment Chris pulled the tool away he started applying pressure to stop the bleeding.

Rick moved as quickly as he could to between Chris's legs and checked the damage. “Shit! Get the kit!” he shouted at Leroy. Leroy ran to the dining room to get the supplies Rick needed. A quick feel of Chris's damaged scrotum confirmed the damage he suspected. “Well I hope it was worth it kid. You've just castrated yourself.”

“What?” Max yelped. Rick explained what had happened, the blades obviously slicing through the chords. Chris was on the verge of going into shock. Max worked on keeping Chris with it while Rick did what he could. He sliced off Chris's sac and handed it off, balls included, to Leroy. He worked quickly tying up the severed ends of the chords so Chris wouldn't bleed out.

They'd all, Nick included, momentarily forgotten about Lance. He was bleeding badly himself, and was totally lost in an erotic haze. The orgasm that had been holding back finally went off full force. As blood surged into his already straining dick the pressure his dick had been under finally gave away to the razor sharp edges of the blades. Lance looked down and watched as the bloody base of his cock went from tightly pinched in the tool to plumping back out to it's normal thickness. He knew he was coming but nothing was shooting out from the tip of his dick. He could feel his cum getting as far as the base of his cock, but suddenly ending there. So much blood was now pouring out from the wounds that he couldn't feel the extra liquid of his cum also leaking out from those wounds.

The orgasm subsided and took the erotic haze with it. Lance knew he was fucked. His sac was hanging oddly from his dick, no longer being attached to his groin. Which meant his balls were gone as well. The full weight of his still erect cock pulled it downward, putting more pressure on the blades. There was only a half-inch diameter of cock flesh left trapped in the tool so it didn't take much for the blades the slide right through it.

Lance watched as his pride and joy fell to the ground. Everything went into slow motion. His balls hit the ground first, the sac flattening as it made contact. The base of his cock hit next, the rest of it falling forward like a small pink tree being knocked down. It bounced slightly, then rolled on to it's side, where it finally came to rest. Nick rushed over to him followed by Leroy.

Rick left Max to keep pressure on Chris's wounds and he turned to deal with Lance. Nick was already applying pressure to the wound, while Leroy picked up Lance's former genitals and went in search of some ice to put them on. “We have to get you to the hospital,” Rick calmly explained to Lance, fearing he was going into shock. “They'll be able to put it back on.”

“Can you just patch me up?” Lance asked.

“That's your choice,” Rick said. “But you have to make it soon. I can stop the bleeding for now, but you've got to get to a hospital soon if you want it reattached.”

“Come on Lance,” Nick pleaded. “This was just an accident. Don't make a life altering decision based on a whim.”

“My balls are gone,” Lance said, stating the fact. Rick nodded in agreement. “So I'm half done no matter what.” Lance knew he didn't have time to really think hard about it. Not if he didn't want to bleed out in his best friend's living room. “Okay. I've decided.” ...