His door swung open, and the sound of laughter filled the room. "Cory!" some of the guys yelled. Cory turned, cross, his concentration broken. One of them, Tony, a short, thick Italian guy with dark skin, black hair, and the classic nose, broke out in front. He was naked, cock flopping out in front of him, and holding a camera.

"Dude, get hard. We need a picture of your cock," Tony ordered him.

"What?" Cory raised an eyebrow.

"Dude, you know that porn mag, Huge Rooster? They're having a bigdicked frat competition. Come on, dude, just get a hard-on. One picture."

All the guys were at least above average, with a few monsters in the house. While Cory doubted they would really win, the guys figured they had a pretty decent chance, especially after helping a few of the brothers out with some pumps.

Cory rolled his eyes. "Okay..." He stood up and dropped his shorts, willing himself a boner. A few strokes brought it to full size, and he stood back, thrusting his hips forward.

Tony snapped the picture. "Awesome, dude, we're so gonna win this," he laughed.

"Just shut the..." Cory tried to say, but they all ran hooting and hollering out of his room, laughing to hard to hear him. Cory sighed, shut the door, and went back to his homework.

"Okay. E minus one...i plus theta, theta is...log x..."

A few weeks later, Cory rushed home from work, arriving tired and sweaty. It was hot out and he'd had a lot of deliveries today. He loved his job as a bike messenger, but on days like this, sometimes he wondered if it was really worth it. The heat was oppressive, it was humid as hell, and his spandex bike outfit kept getting all sticky.

He maneuvered his bike through the door. "Ah, sweet air conditioning," he smiled, closing his eyes for a moment at the gust of cool air that washed over him. He rolled his bike in and hefted it up, grunting as he hung it over the hook on the pole by the door. Nobody was around...noting the piles of clothing on the floor, they were probably all out back by the pool.

Cory stripped off his wet spandex shirt, grabbed a water bottle from the fridge, and headed out to the back, where he had to stop to do a double-take. All the stuff was there that was supposed to be, along with most of the other guys. All of them were naked, and seemed to be gathered around the patio table they had, facing away from him. Big lights and photographic equipment were set up all over the yard.

Some of the guys were getting their pictures taken - all cock-porn shots, showing off their nice, big dicks. He watched Sam strike a few muscle poses, get himself hard, and jerk off in the grass. Barry was in the other booth, a meatier guy, posing while laying back on an inclined weight bench by the pool. He couldn't really get a good look at either of them what with all the flashes going off and photographer people, just their smiling faces over the heads of the crew.

Most of the guys seemed to be clustered around a third station set up by the patio. They were clustered around it with their backs to him, mostly, and he could see the photographer's lights poking up out the center of the circle.

He paused a moment to take in the view - there were several very nice asses visible. He could see Zack, one of the guys, was up on the table looking down at himself, but Cory couldn't see what was going on for all the guys in the way.

A camera flash went off, Cory heard a "thoomp!," and then all the guys cheered, throwing their hands up. "Hey, man, way to go," he heard some say, the boys all patting Zack on the back. Zack himself looked a little pale, his eyes frozen open in shock, his mouth curled up, barely smiling.

"Hey, what's goin' on?" Cory walked up to Tony, of the guys toward the back. Cory almost didn't recognize him at first, as usually Tony had a thick black pelt over most of his body. Now he looked to be freshly manscaped, all his hair trimmed down or strategically shaved. His arms, belly, and cock were bare, his legs, ass, and chest were just cropped. Almost all the guys looked to be, now that he noticed...the hairier ones had been done up like Tony, but most had been shaven completely.

"Hey, dude. Check it, we won that Huge Rooster biggest dicks competition," Tony, answered, grinning. He had one hand on his freshly smooth dick and whipped it up, shaking it around playfully. "They're gonna make dildos outta our dicks."

"They had to do the photo shoot tonight 'cuz of some scheduling thing," Dave, the guy next to Tony, explained. He was one of those cornfed Iowa kids, white-as-white gets skin, blonde hair, blue eyes, and a dick that made people suspect his grandpa'd been a bull or something. "We only found out at noon; didn't you get the voicemail? Ryan said he called everybody."

"Oh, no, man," Cory answered. "My phone ran out of juice last night and I didn't notice..."

The crowd opened up, and Zack stumbled out, most of the guys patting him on the back or ass. Cory grinned at him as Zack walked by, and watched his nice bubble butt flex as he walked off to the other side of the pool to have some pictures taken on the weight bench thing.

"Hey, man, you better let them know you're here. I think you're the last one to get here," Dave advised. He pointed to a guy in shorts and a white t-shirt wearing a headset and holding a clipboard. "That's the PA, man, I think you're supposed to tell him."

"Okay, cool," Dave grinned, heading over.

The PA was shouting into the headset, pissed off because "one last guy isn't fuckin' here yet! It's s'posed ta be all of 'em!" Dave cleared his throat. "Yeah?" the PA looked up at him, cross.

"I'm uh, Dave Norris...I didn't get the message earlier..."

The PA answered his headset first. "No, here he is...just showed up. Yeah, get the prep people back inside and tell Jerry not to close up until he's finished...okay, good." He flipped off the headset. "Okay, man, sorry about the short notice, not your fault, not your fault..." He didn't look Cory in the eyes, just looked over his torso and package. "'kay, great - go ahead and get stripped down; the makeup people are in the kitchen. Once you're done there, come on back out here and head over to there," he pointed to the photo station on the grass.

Cory headed inside, trying not to get a hard-on yet. He got his shoes and socks off, then peeled his lycra shorts down. Working the job he did, and having a cock like his made on-the-job boners a problem for him, but he'd solved it by getting himself a PA and a guiche, and just hooking them together. His cock stayed tucked in, curled up around his balls, and pretty soon he learned how to keep himself from getting boners when he was clipped up. Even so, right now he could feel it hardening and wanted to unclip it before it started pulling!

He undid the piercings, and his cock whipped around, hardening up almost immediately. Cory's cock was a definite "show-er;" long and thick when flaccid, longer and thicker when not. He kept himself trimmed but didn't like shaving; he'd tried it once and the stubble on his legs had gotten sore as hell.

The makeup dudes, a pair of mildly effeminate twinks, were in the kitchen as promised, pulling their stuff back out of their bags. "Just stand here," they gestured to a plastic shower curtain. Cory did as he was told. The two looked him over, making a big stink about Cory's stink. They looked each other in the eyes, and in unison said, "Sponge bath."

They scrubbed Cory with big loofahs, both to clean him and to shiny up his skin a bit for the cameras. He held his arms up when ordered, spread his legs when they said to. They spent about five minutes on his cock and balls alone, enough that he said, "Dudes, if you don't finish that soon, I'm gonna spew." The two joked about that being the point, but moved on.

"Now...we'll need a little trimming, here," one of them announced, pointing at the scruffy fuzz on Cory's torso. As a bike messenger, he kept his arms and legs shaven smooth, ass included (not for speed, as some people always thought, but so band-aids would come off easier), but didn't usually do his torso or crotch.

"At least his legs are smooth...awfully scabby, though," the other commented.

"Hey, you try whizzing through traffic all day on a bike," Cory retorted. Not that it wasn't true; at any given moment he usually had at least three or four scabs on him, somewhere or other.

"Okay, just hold still," the first one rubbed shaving cream all over his front. The second nicked off the random little ones on his shoulders or back; Cory was lucky enough to be pretty smooth there. He wasn't real into the back hair thing. He tried to stay still as the two shaved him down, especially when they got to his pubes. "Hope I don't sneeze," he joked.

"Better hope I don't sneeze, buddy," the guy joked back.

Once they had him shaven down, rinsed, moisturized, powdered, and lightly coated with oil (which they took great pleasure rubbing all over him), the two finally finished up. "Okay, buddy, you're all done," they announced, shushing him out of the room so they could clean up.

Out back, there were only a few guys waiting around the patio table. The PA guy spotted him as soon as he came out the door and rushed Cory over to the grassy photo area, where the photographer immediately started telling him what to do.

Cory could only steal glances at the others when the photographer would let him point his face the right way, and he wasn't blinded by the bright camera flashes. It looked like most of the guys were clustered over by the weight-bench cameras now, only a few still waiting by the patio table.

FOOMP! went the capacitors in the bulbs, and the flash caught Cory full in the face. He felt a little dazed, and stumbled a step. The photographer gave him a moment, then again...each flash a little more disorienting than the last. Eventually Cory lost all sense of direction; he felt like he was floating in a water pool, the flashes all around him, the voice of the photographer the only thing he could make out. "Move your arm!" he heard, and he would, or "Spread your legs out!"

Finally it ended. Cory rubbed his eyes and stumbled over the patio table. Tony was kneeling up on it, his legs spread, while the man working it attached a plastic hose to his cock. Cory watched the guy slide it up the base, then flip a clamp to lock it into place. A compressor started whirring from a machine down by the table, something that looked like a shop-vac, and Cory could see Tony's thick dick inflating with blood, getting even bigger than normal.

"Holy shit," Tony grinned. "I'm gonna be a fuckin' awesome dildo, man."

Cory smiled back at him, and stood back to watch with Mike, the other guy waiting. Mike worked nights as a go-go boy; he was short, built as hell, had a giant package and a killer smile, blue eyes twinkling under jet brows. He was the only guy in the frat that made Cory feel inadequate - Mike's dick was all the way hard, sticking out a good foot in front of him. His sac was huge, too, but that was part fake - the company he worked for had paid for these nut implant things to make his balls huge. He said they kept him from ever getting racked up, too, which he sure liked, but the important thing was his nuts looked to be the size of baseballs, now. Even felt like the real thing.

"I know whose dildo I'm callin' dibs on," Cory smirked, flicking Mike's cock with his finger.

"Ow, hey...ass," Mike flicked him back, right on the head.

"Ow, fuck..." Cory laughed, even as it stung.

A camera flashed, Tony moaned, and both heard a "Thwoomp!" "Ahhhh...fuck..." The Italian had thrown his head back, eyes closed, and Cory turned just in time to see Tony's cock sucked down the tube and into the vacuum machine.

"Huh," he thought to himself. He'd thought they were gonna make casts of their dicks somehow, not remove them...he wasn't really sure why he'd thought that, now, but glancing around, he realized the only two frat members left with members were him and Mike! All the rest just had those little rounded nubs over their stuffed sacs...

The dude working the vacuum unhooked it from Tony's crotch and slapped a band-aid over the little stump left behind when his cock had come off. Tony hopped off the table and checked himself out, taking his big balls in hand and moving them around. "Cool," he grinned, then wandered off to get his 'after' photos taken.

Mike hopped up and kneeled down, letting the guy put the hose around his thick tool. He winced when he felt the pressure come, his cock trying to inflate even larger. "Whoah...headrush," he steadied himself on the table. Seconds later, the flash, the "thwoomp," and Mike's cock raced down the tube, leaving Mike's big ol' balls and a tiny little stump behind.

He hopped down off the table and slapped Cory on the back. "Looks like you got the biggest dick in the frat now, bro," he grinned, then wandered on over to the other photo booth with the rest of them.

Cory smiled. He was right...for about the next two minutes. Cory kneeled down on the table, hands on his ass, flexing to hold his cock up while the guy ran it up the hose. He felt it clamp in at the base, squeezing him tight - even without the vacuum, it would make a good cockring.

The compressor whirred, and Cory felt like he was going to be sucked into the tube. The pressure was strong as hell, and blood rushed to his cock, inflating it so it pressed against the sides, the head turning purple. It pulled; hard, and hurt like hell. Cory grunted, and then, the flash. He didn't even hear the thwoomp when his cock came off, just felt the release of pressure at his crotch and let out a loud "Ahhhh...."

The guy unhooked the hose and pulled it away slowly, a sticky bit of cum strung out between his new stump and the hose clamp. "Shit, let me wash this off..." the guy muttered, and grabbed a spray bottle. "Don't worry, this is distilled and purified n' shit," he told Cory, spraying the cum off so he could affix the bandage. He stuck it on, wiped Cory's legs and crotch off, and said, "Okay, buddy. Head on over that way," he pointed to the others.

Cory hopped up, amazed at how his balls flopped all over the place. He stood bowlegged a moment, swinging them back and forth, getting used to the feeling of not having a cock...

Over at the photo stand, he checked out all his boys. "We're all hung the same now, bro," Mike slapped him on the back, then gave his nuts a tug.

"Ow, hey!" Cory grabbed Mike's balls and gave 'em a good pull.

"Shit, okay, okay..." Mike winced as he laughed, doubling over and holding his sore testicles. Somebody handed Cory a beer, and they all hung out waiting for the shoots to finish. The after shots were faster - just a few body shots, then close-ups. The moved through the newly de-cocked fratboys quickly, finishing up with Cory. He stood there proudly, arms at his sides or crossed over his chest, smiling broadly.

The crew started packing all their stuff up, but some candid photographers came around taking pictures of the guys drinking or horsing around. Cory had a pretty good one, where he was straddling Tony on the picnic bench, his balls in Tony's mouth. Some of the guys splashed around in the pool, a few of the couples made out.

The big moment was when their dicks came out of the preserver. Each had been done up erect, and was now coated in a thin plastic covering. The base had a bulb on it with a flat side so it would stand straight up, and engraved on it was the name of the former owner and the name of the contest: "Winner: Biggest-Dicked Frat."

Cory took his, holding it reverently. It looked even bigger off him, all bloated from the vacuum, but so real...the coating was thin enough you could feel the texture of it still, all the veins, the little bumps...he held it down to the stump and ran his other hand up and down it...it felt familiar, but firm, slick, and numb.

He felt something poking at his ass. "Hey..." he protested, just as somebody else tapped him hard in the backs of his knees. He dropped, and the dildo went right up in him. Snap went the camera, immortalizing the moment...Tony was the one behind him, and Dave had helped him kick his legs out.

"You assholes," he laughed, turning around. He pulled Tony's dildo-cock out and said, "You know this means I get to keep it."

"Hey, no way," Tony waved his hands. Dave just laughed.

"Let me just wash my new cock off...never thought I'd have two," Cory joked, walking over to the hose by the pool to wash it off.

"Hell, no, man!" Tony grinned and rushed Cory, throwing the both of them into the pool. Cory lost his grip on the dicks, and everybody turned to watch them float up to the top, bobbing back and forth as Cory and Tony wrestled in the shallow end.

"The photographers had a field day with that one," Tony pointed to the picture of the pool rasslin'. Everybody was gathered around; Cory had managed to snag an advance copy of next month's issue of Huge Rooster that had, uh, "fallen off the truck" at his delivery company. He'd resisted the urge to look at it until he'd gotten home.

He'd walked in, hot, sweaty, and tired, as usual, and taken his time about it. He knew if he told anybody they'd swipe it, so kept it in his bag until he'd showered. He'd sure been in a good mood this last month, though, what with not having to keep his dick all chained up n' shit...felt good not to have to worry about it.

As soon as he pulled it out, somebody noticed the cover and hooted, calling everybody else down. Cory'd spread it out on the coffee table on the couch, and had prime seat, while everybody else was gathered around. They turned the pages, checking out and comparing their spreads. The funniest part was the looks on their faces right as their cocks came off - almost all of them were hilarious in one way or another, and the guys gave each other good ribbings over it.

The centerfold was the group photo of all of them holding up their dildo dicks, grinning like idiots, which was cause for more jeers and jokes. They flipped back and forth, laughing at the pictures and reminiscing, until finally, they got to the last page. "Huh," Cory noticed.

"What?" Tony, next to him on the couch, asked.

"Apparently they're having another competiton...biggest balls," Cory looked up. Without their cocks, none of the guys had really been cumming as often, and their balls all were pretty blue and swollen lately... "Hey, you guys want to..."