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CLUB CBT!!

You’ve heard about it!

First Ever Public Night

Find Out About the Finer Things in Life!

This Friday

Doors open 7.45 – 8.00 PM, NO ENTRY PAST 8

$150.00 cash only

COME ALONE

Come Explore

XXXXX Xth St., Joaquin City

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One hundred fifty dollars! I could have laughed. I couldn’t believe what people would pay. And no, never heard of Club CBT, but it must be pretty fine for a whopping $150.00. But, you know, I have always had this thing about CBT, just interests me or whatever.

I kept the mag. I kept thinking about CBT. You know, since I moved back home the guys are just awful, and I just really need some anonymous sex. I got to thinking, maybe at public night at “Club CBT” I could get some darkroom action. I bet that’s a sure thing, right? It sure beats the retirees at the damn Pirate Bay Hotel. There has to be some place in Pirate that’s good to cruise.

I decided I’d ask my friend Tommy about Club CBT. He was pretty in touch with the gay scene. And while the flyer said “come alone,” I figured, how the fuck would they know? So I drove across the bay to Joaquin City to see him down in the gay quarter, and to see if cruising was any better there today than the fucking hotel.

I’m 23, young, hung, full of cum. I wanna fuck! I thought, as I drove over the bay.

I found some overpriced place to park in Joaquin City and walked into the bar Tommy worked at, Purple Stallion.

“Tommy, please get me a Bud.”

“Sure thing. Not on the house right now, Big Daddy is in today.” He said.

“Sure enough.” I paused. “Ever heard of Club CBT before? Its something local around town I guess, saw an ad in Pirate Bay Gay. Wondering if there’s any worthwhile cruising.” I asked, trying to sound innocent.

“Maybe for you there is. You know I can’t stand fucking bears. A nice scene queen’d do well for me, uh-huh!” He said. “I guess, you know it’s a bunch of bears. They aren’t bad looking, just not my type. No way,” shaking his head. “Too big and fake-man wanna be straight for me. That’s what I say. Plus, they are so stand-offish and brusque. It’s like, who do you think you is?” He said, mockingly.

“So what happens at their events and stuff? This one’s suppose to be open to the public.”

“Well, I don’t know, girl. That is the club’s secret. But it does have CBT in the name. Now I wouldn’t go over there unless you want a little eunuch in your ass, hunny.” He said.

I figured he was just joking about the eunuch part, coy fucking bastard. He seemed to be trying to talk me into it. Shy, butch fucking bears playing with toys. Yea, now that sounds like something I want to be involved with.

* * * * *

And so our hero finds his way to a small, darkened alley right where XXXXX Xth St. should be, and a little sign that reads “CBT – DOWN ALLEY” on a dim wall. There was a man down the alley, smoking a cigarette near some bougainvillea vines that had covered the only light. There seemed to be a little door. The man spoke. “You comin’ in or what, kid?” Our hero stood silent, he didn’t know what to say. He was afraid of the man, but the man was also very beautiful, his face appearing with every puff of the cigarette. “You’re too young, why don’t you just run off!?” Our hero walked toward the man. “I have my ID.”

“Now were talking.” He said. He didn’t look at the hero’s ID. He just looked at the hero, flashed a light. And laughed.

“Alright, son. You can come in.” It wasn’t his real father, our hero hoped.

The little door clicked open. There was a dimly lit entrance room, an old man in front of a cash register, who had a real glass eye. Our hero looked at that eye in amazement, never having seen one before.

“So, what’s your name, sonny boy? He he” he choked on his laughter, and the dank smell of smoke in the air.

“Robin.”

“Well, Robin, welcome to public night. You are the third member of the public to arrive. And will be the last, its already 8. Now, the rule is, you will see and feel incredible pain tonight. Do you have the $150 or not, boy? Do you have any balls or not, boy?” He said.

“Yea, here is the $150. I’m dying to feel some fucking action dude.” He said, disdainfully, thinking this door man was an ass hole.

The door man said no more, stamped little Robin’s hand. He went through the second door. There were many more lights now.

* * * * *

“OH MY GOD!” I just screamed it out load. It’s a good thing a lot of loud music was playing or someone might have heard me. The first thing I saw was a man up on a kind of platform with his balls hanging out of his sac. And I realized after that that he had no dick! I was entranced. I just stood there, totally not aware of anything else surrounding me. The guy must have been in his thirties or so. He was laying back on a sling up on the platform, naked except for a harness. The man to his side was holding a bloody knife and some kind of gel. Other guys were standing around, watching. I realized this wasn’t the only platform in the room. The guy with the knife came up and touched the blade to the edge of the guy’s nut. The guy wasn’t bleeding. The scene was fucking hot as hell. I got sprung. The guy was shouting dirty epithets at the dick-less man. Two real studs, too.

I decided I’d definitely want to see more of this, the shock wearing down. So I looked around, and found the bar. I was definitely not drunk enough to handle this.

Tommy was right that the guys were exactly what I like. Mostly fit, intelligent looking, clean, hairy butch types. Loads of leather on tonight, skin-heads, and young punk dudes my own age as well. I really was hoping I could get to meet up with them. There is one with a Mohawk, colorful tattoos, maybe 6’ 3”, 25 or so, damn dude. Hot, damn dude! I can’t believe that I didn’t know about this before. I just hope I get to keep my dick. I ordered up a Bud and a Jaeger shot from the sexy little nullo behind the counter. He was naked, didn’t have a dick or balls. I was just floored again. What a place!

After downing my shot, I took my beer in hand and decided to check out the other platforms. I came up to one platform in the club. There was a dude up there, salt and pepper hair. A good pelt. He didn’t seem to have a dick, but he did have balls. A younger man, maybe in his late 20s, came up in full leather-cop gear. He held up a huge fucking dildo, maybe 10 inches long and God knows how thick. He lubed it up. Then he came up between the dick-less dude’s legs and shoved the dildo in. I didn’t see where it was going ‘til I realized it was sliding up where his dick should have been. He must have had his dick turned inside out or cut off and had his hole opened up. He still had balls on, though. He looked really excited about getting fucked by the dildo. He was sweating after the leather guy started pumping away at the dick-less dude’s little fucking slut hole. The dick-less guy let out a “ugh!” then a “yea, oh, do it, hurt me baby.” He convulsed on his little bench. The leather guy pulled the dildo out, it was slick with cum and lube. Dick-less dude looked so fucking satisfied.

At another platform I saw a dude down on the ground. Another man, in a mask, came up and placed his nuts between two 2x4s. A third man, who wore thick army boots, came up and jumped on the 2x4s. The guy’s nuts just burst, his fucking scrotum popped open, and blood and nuts sprayed out over a waiting group standing in the splash zone. That guy got taken down pretty quick after that. But even he looked pretty happy, a bit dazed though. Fuck!

* * * * *

I saw our little hero, Robin, come into the club on the CCTV cameras. He came alone. Two others – a couple – had already been turned away. I figured three was way more than enough. But this third one, he was the one who really got me interested.

I watched him make his way through. The first one had left right away, wrong door apparently. The second one passed out. So I nutted that one right away, people laughed when he briefly woke up just to feel his balls nabbed. I froze the nuts so that when he woke up again I could drug him and make him eat his own balls. Maybe cooked-up in a nice coconut curry, just as we were bringing him awake. He’d be asleep for a while. But the third one. So young, supple. What to do with him? I know who he is.

* * * *

I went back to the bar and ordered a few more beers. I finally caught Mohawk guy in the eye. He was so unspeakably beautiful. Blue eyes, smooth cut jaw, six pack, tight Wranglers, boots to die for, and those colorful tattoos. He strode over.

“Member of the public?” He asked.

“Yea.” I was trying to think of clever things to say.

“Well, welcome. Not often someone my age shows up here.” He said.

“Yea, yea. Well, not often someone as beautiful as you shows up in Pirate Bay!” God, I sound so dumb.

“Haha. Well, CBT is a special place. I wouldn’t have it any other way. The Grand Wizard nabbed my nuts a year ago. I love this place. I’m one of the sadists, but I’m not on stage tonight, just enjoying the show for a change.” He said. Oh, God. I wanted him so bad. I could be his masochist. I could be a freak for him, anything.

We kept talking

* * * * *

I know that Robin is my son, and that I shouldn’t be doing this. But he is so beautiful. He’s my little hero. But I see him talking to Mark – Mr. Mohawk. I know they’d do well together. I could make Mark his forever. I want my son to be powerful like me. I won’t cut his dick off after all. I’ll take Mark’s. He’s ready. My son can do it.

I wondered how I should make it happen. This was to be my son’s real wedding. I could make Mark his first pussy-boy. We could make this club together. What a treat! My little, dumb ad and what a treat!

* * * *

I saw the security guy from the door. I was relieved it wasn’t actually my dad. But I still felt like dad might just pop out at any time. A little on edge. But it was probably just getting a guy like Mark to talk me.

The guy from the door whispered something into Mark’s ear, and he looked all askance. He said he’d be back in a bit.

Shortly after Mark left the big stage was cleared, and the curtain was brought down. It brought oh’s and ah’s from the crowd, who otherwise continued their business. The bar tender said “there must be something special planned.” I went down into a darkened hallway, figuring there would be some time before the event.

Back in the dark I found a group of guys hanging about a sling. On the sling was a guy with no balls and no dick, and no slut hole either. There was a line of men to fuck him. One would cum, leave his load inside, and the next would step up. It smelled like spunk in there and got me so turned on. As I went down another hallway I saw a guy about my dad’s height. He wore a mask and led me into this room. He took out his dick. He didn’t have any nuts. I sucked on his dick, it tasted just really fucking good. I licked across where his sac would have been. He spunked all over my face. He brought me up and unzipped his mouth, he kissed me hard and deep, then reached down and grabbed my nuts. He grabbed so fucking hard. He shoved his free gloved hand into my mouth as I screamed, then I passed out as I bit down, hard. That’s my fucking dad I thought!

* * * * *

I got my Mohawk at Master’s orders. The Grand Wizard was pretty fucking important to me. I was pretty young, just found this place. I really wanted to belong to some place that wasn’t a bunch of scene queens. When I was a sadist I loved my role. But now, Gran Wiz has something else for me in mind. Something really special, I was gunna be his son’s first pussy boy. I was pretty hard.

I was so damn hard. They had me tied up to the torture stake on the big stage. The curtain came up. Men came rushing up to the stage to get a good look. They were in aw – Mark, who had tortured them so, was now getting his! They looked so content, vengeful pricks.

Gran Wizard brought out his son onto the stage. He looked so beautiful. I guess he didn’t know what was up really. My dick was tied up with a double elastrator. The Wizard gave his son the cutter. He guided his son’s hands up to the narrow area between the elastrator bands. His son hesitated. Wizard said “You know it’s your destiny, my son.” He stood behind his son, cradling him. I could see the depth of the love in his eyes, as I saw him looking down at his golden haired son, through the slits in his mask.

His son didn’t hesitate with his father’s reassurance. He pushed the hands of the cutter together, my dick snapped off. It hurt and I screamed; pain swelled up through my body. White puss poured out of my stump. I belong to the Little Wizard, I thought.

* * * *

As my father stood behind me, I felt so powerful. I had always secretly loved the way I felt in his arms. He stood there, very close, our bodies were touching. I felt his breath pouring down my neck. It tingled deeply. He had been so kind. He nutted me in private. It was just us. As he fished out my nuts he consoled me. Kissed on my lips. Snipped them off so gently. I came when he snipped off my last nut. He gave them to another man, who saved them so I could have a son. I was finally going to be able to get big like daddy with HRT, and to stand in his shoes.

After daddy gave me the reassuring words, I pushed down on the cutter’s arms. It snipped Mark’s fat, erect dick right off, it fell to the floor with a fulfilling thud. Ten inches of erect dick gone forever. I was so proud, I knew Daddy was, too. Daddy touched my own erection, then I cam. I saw my pussy boy cumming, too. The white pouring the fuck out of his stump hole. I was so proud of my creation.

Daddy stoked my arms, kissed my ear, and whispered “good boy, good boy.” I could barely hear over the dint of the roaring crowd.