Hugh was a friend and sort-of master. His gym nickname was "Huge", and it sure fit - he was only about five foot four but easily over two hundred and sixty, all of it muscle. I'd recently joined the gym and he scoped me out pretty quickly, sizing me up and taking me home after my first workout. Even then I was pretty big myself, having been on 'roids since high school. Like Hugh, I was short at only five foot two, but that just meant every pound of muscle looked even bigger. Hugh didn't care for the substance abuse much, and under his tutelage he got me off the roids but kicked my ass in the gym so hard I made the mass back up in a matter of months.

Our relationship went beyond the gym. That first night together we were both happy to discover that I liked to take CBT as much as he liked to give it, and that first night was spent abusing each other's cocks and balls so hard we both walked funny for a week afterward. My balls were all shrunken when we started, which was why Hugh got me off the 'roids - he wanted more to hurt.

Our games got pretty intense, and it wasn't long before needles and clothespins were the tamest thing we might do in a given evening. He circumcised me, twice, leaving the skin on my cock so tight that boners were painful for a few months. For Christmas one year I lost a nipple, and for Easter the other, leaving only fleshy scars stretched over my giant pecs where tits used to be. I missed the feeling in my tits, but the sight of my bare, shaven chest, skin unbroken all the way across, sure was hot. The feeling had been even more amazing.

Eventually we did take it a bit too far, when Hugh bought himself a brand-new elastrator off the Internet. He'd slapped it on me and we both marvelled at the sight of my balls turning purple, but he'd misread the instructions and left it on twice as long as he'd been supposed to. When we figured out what had happened, we debated going to the hospital, but instead Hugh got out his medical kit and just castrated me himself.

Losing my balls was a pretty shitty thing to have happen. I was able to get hormones without too much trouble, so everything still worked and all, but now all I have left to abuse was my cock. Balls were always a lot of fun to play with, and both of us got the itch to work some over every now and again.

We'd check out other muscle guys on the internet, looking for others that were into crazy muscle sex, and particularly CBT. There were a few guys at the gym that Hugh had played with regularly before I was in the picture, some vanilla, some kinky, and we'd bring 'em home every now and again to work 'em over. We'd let him flex and show off for us, debating between ourselves how much CBT he could take, which would only get the guy hotter. We would talk about the guy losing his dick or his balls while he showed off his huge muscles, and played castration games with each them. The fact that I was nutless only made it more intense, as that more than anything hammered home the fact that it could really happen to them.

Sometimes a guy would want us to do it to him, and after having castrated me, Hugh was only too happy to oblige. Even if it had been an accident, it had been a hot one, and he said nothing made him cum harder than taking another guy's shit off, and our games with our guests got harder. More than a few lost a testicle to his vise grips or scalpel, and before long you could tell which guys in the gym played with us just by looking at how much space they had in their nutsacs.

It wasn't long before he wanted to learn to take dicks off, too, and as soon as he did he set his sights on me. I wasn't sure I wanted to do it, but neither could I really resist him. After a particularly sadistic night, I ended up begging him to do it, anything to make the pain stop, and he did. The next week in the gym I was showing my new stump off to the guys in the gym, already envious of the rock-hard erections still protruding from their crotches, and a few months later, after Hugh got ambitious, my new two-inch scar: the only thing left in my groin.

One day we saw a new guy in the shower room. He looked to be about six three and was stacked - maybe two-forty, not a bit of fat on him. He kept flexing discreetly as he soaped himself up, clearly giving us a show while trying not to look like he was. It was hot as hell, and not just because of the steam! We both loved tall guys. Call it little man syndrome if you want to, but the tall ones were just more fun to bring down.

Before I could stop him (not that I would have), Hugh felt the guy's arm and told him how big he was. There wasn't anybody else in the showers, so nobody really saw it. The guy smiled said, "Hey, thanks." He flexed both his arms. "You like what you guys see?"

"Fuck, yeah!" we answered in unison.

Our hands went around his big biceps, feelin' em up. My hands wandered around his soapy chest, feeling his thick, hard pecs. It was gettin us all hard. He felt us up and we flexed a bit and he said he liked what he felt, too. "Don't get to see guys thick as me much," he said.

"Why don't we all go somewhere together?" I suggested.

We ended up going to the big guy's house. I carried Hugh's bag of stuff in with me from the truck. As soon as we got inside, Hugh locked the door and the big guy stripped down. We kept our clothes on pretty much to start with. His dick was thick, long and hard. Nice balls too. Hugh looked at me, and I knew what to do. He started stretching and squeezing the big guy's balls while I felt his biceps and fed his ego. I played with his nips and pounded his flexing chest to distract him as Hugh gently teased his cock and quietly tied up his balls with an elastrator. The musclehead asked what we were doing to his nuts cause it felt good. We just told him to keep flexing and not worry about it.

"Yeah, I've heard about you guys," he smiled, grunting a little as the bands went on.

"How could you hear anything over the sound of these guns, man?" I flattered him. He blushed.

Hugh got out his mallet and started to beat the man's balls, gently at first, while I worshipped his flexing shoulders and made him feel like a hero. Then Hugh hit 'em harder. The stud's dick just got stiffer and started to leak precum. "Yeah, man, smash 'em," he muttered. "Grind 'em to pulp while I'm flexin for ya!"

"I got a better idea," Hugh smiled, and grabbed his bag. I was slappin his biceps to keep him focused on his upper body while Hugh went to work with the scalpel. He cut around the guy's sac, between the elastrator rings. The guys' dick stayed rock hard. I was teasing his nipples all the while Hugh stripped the guys' sac from his body, leaving his balls to hang free.

"Aaaahh..." the guy trembled as his balls fell free. I got behind him and grabbed his pecs with both hands.

"Flex 'em man, c'mon, HARD!" I shouted in his ear, and he did, my hands quickly filling up with muscle. That got his attention back on me, and Hugh started in on skinning the guy's cock.

We looked at the big guy to see if he knew what was happening to him, but he was so totally into flexing for us he didn't seem to notice. So, while his massive biceps were flexing with my hands wrapped around em from behind, his rock hard dick and narcissism kept him addicted to the attention in spite of the danger his meat was in. He was tellin us what a big muscular man he was and how strong and manly he was, completely oblivious to my buddy pulling the skin off his cock. With each squeeze of Hugh's thick arms, the man winced a bit, but otherwise ignored the bit of pain he felt, continuing to tell us what a real man he was.

Slowly, he snipped around the dick, clipping a line all the way around it with the scissors. The dick didnt lose hardness or feel anything. I kept telling the guy what to do and how huge he was, the whole time feelin' his muscles and woshipping his size and strength.

Next Hugh brought out the skin separator and worked it under the guy's cock, gently tearing the skin away from the flesh underneath. "Unnh," the man moaned. "Oh yeah that feels good!" Next he brought the scissors out again and clipped around, just where his retracted foreskin met up with the corono of his cock again. Finally, he clipped down beneath the guy's cock and around the scrotum.

Hugh lifted the skin of the man's cock off it. He moaned again, and I beat his big pecs and delts harder, challenging him to stay focused on flexing, and feeling his own power, on showing it to me. He stood there, pumped and flexing, his genitals completely skinned and bleeding on the floor. "C'mon, man, MORE!" the stud shouted out, begging for it!

Hugh and I exchanged surprised glances but he continued. He pulled the knife out and slit open the wall of the stud's sac, trimming around and removing the muscular wall completely. The stud's nuts hung free, no longer contained by the shreds of his sac on the floor. I tweaked the bull's nipples, continually teasing the musclehead, keeping him focused.

Hugh raised the knife right above the nerve that runs along the top, just under where the skin had been. He was going to cut the nerve so this big, arrogant, muscular bull would never be able to feel his dick or get off from flexing. As the big stud flexed for me, Hugh smiled an evil grin when he got to the nerve. He played with the man's big dickhead as he cut through the nerve and right when the man was cumming, he finally severed the nerve completely as the last of the hairy, built mans sperm shot out of his numb, skinless dick.

After he came he said, "Holy shit, that was awesome." He spied the guillotine. "So you gonna use that or what? This meat ain't gonna stay fresh forever," he asked, shoving his hips, numb dick, and dangling balls forward, still dripping and ready for the blade.

I'd suspected this was what the guy was ultimately after. He did say he'd heard of us, after all, so while finished off his balls with the knife, and we both helped slide the guy's still hard dick into the guillotine. We waited for him to get as hard as possible, stroking his ego and his muscles, lightly teasing his cockhead, and once he seemed as hard as he could get, Hugh pulled the lever. All three of us watched the blade fall as he shot his last load.

When he finished spurting, we all stared at his bleeding crotch. Hugh had stitches and things in his bag, and managed to get the guy patched up well enough to make it to a doctor and get stitched up for real. "Man, thanks, guys," the meathead told us as Hugh stitched him shut. "That was...man, I've dreamed of that forever!" He was positively glowing. We were both pretty happy ourselves, and then he said something that made us both REALLY happy. "I'm gonna send ALL my friends to you guys."

"So, that's how we got into all this - it was really just a happy accident that we managed to build this little enterprise entirely on word of mouth." I put my hips out a little to give you a better view of my groin. "As you can see, I'm the show model." I grin.

The scar's mostly faded out; now it's just a little pale line leading up from my pisshole. You're checking it out, pretending to think about while in reality you're fantasizing about it, your rational mind overwhelmed. We both know you're going to agree, or you never would have called us now, would you? Hugh's already getting out his tools.

"So we have a deal then?"