The No Cock Club 5

The sexual chemistry between Pete and John was immediate. Without saying a word, the two boys flirted with their eyes and their smiles. Pete knew he’d have to come back to the store real soon – and without his mom.

Luckily, Pete’s parents had gotten him a car for his 17th birthday just a few weeks ago. So, a few hours later he was driving back to the store. He smiled as he spotted John, still bagging groceries. Pete picked up a loaf of bread and got in line. When he reached the cash register, John shot him a big grin and locked eyes with him.

“I get off work in 15 minutes,” John whispered to Pete. “Okay, I’ll be waiting in my car,” Pete responded. Both boys were very excited about what was about to happen.

Pete was sitting nervously behind the wheel of his car when John rapped on the window. “Where to?” Pete said, as John slid into the passenger’s seat. “Let’s go to the parking lot at the high school. There won’t be anyone there right now,” said John.

A few minutes later, Pete parked the car in the deserted lot. No sooner had he turned off the ignition than John put his hand behind Pete’s head and pulled him close. The boys started kissing passionately, their tongues probing each other’s mouths.

While they were still making out, John unbuckled Pete’s belt and pulled down his zipper. Pete’s cock was bulging against his white underpants. John freed Pete’s cock and lowered his mouth around it, sucking the swollen head. “Oh God!” moaned Pete as he felt John’s tongue swirling around his cockhead.

As he sucked Pete, John undid his own pants and got his penis out. Pete was surprised to see a large silver ring protruding from the head of John’s cock. Pete reached over and started jacking the shaft of John’s cock, causing a drop of pre-cum to squeeze out of the slit.

It didn’t take long before Pete felt his orgasm starting. “Fuck, yeah!” he shouted as his sperm pumped into John’s mouth. John swallowed the load, then licked the last few drops of cum off Pete’s cockhead. “Yum!” he said, grinning up at Pete.

Now it was Pete’s turn to blow John. He lowered his mouth around the boy’s cock. He ran his tongue around the steel ring, while squeezing John’s balls with his right hand. John moaned as Pete sucked hard. In a few minutes, salty cum filled Pete’s mouth, as John shook and groaned with pleasure.

Both boys were grinning as they stuffed their dicks back into their pants and zipped up. “Why did you get your cock pierced?” asked Pete. “I dunno,” answered John. “I’ve always liked doing rough stuff with my dick. I used to put knitting needles into the slit and see how far I could push them. Sometimes they’d go three or four inches into my cock.”

The boys began meeting regularly for sex. John’s parents were almost never home, so it was no problem getting privacy at his house. John asked Pete to use his teeth to bite and scrape his cockhead. That always seemed to turn John on a lot.

John liked to look at the Internet, particularly sites about S&M and body piercing. He started asking Pete to do some of the stuff he found on the Web. John began wrapping a thin leather strap very tightly around the base of his erect cock, making his penis throb with pain. He had Pete push pins into the head of his prick, causing drops of blood to trickle down the swollen shaft. Pete found that doing these things to John turned him on, too, and he started having John torture his cock in the same way.

Then John discovered the Eunuch Archive. He loved reading all the stories, but especially the fiction about penectomy. He asked Pete to describe what it would be like to cut off his cock, while John jacked off furiously. When Pete started talking about the knife slicing into John’s shaft, a big wad of semen spurted from John’s cock.

One day, after both had shot their loads, Pete and John lay naked in John’s bed, their cocks limp and oozing cum. A small pile of pins lay on the night table, their tips stained red from the blood of both boys’ cockheads.

“Guess what I’ve learned?” said John. “There are actually guys out there who have lost their cocks.”

Pete was shocked. “No shit?”, he asked. “Yep. There are guys called cutters who do the job. I’ve seen their names on the bulletin board of the Eunuch Archive,” said John.

“Would you want your cock cut off?” asked Pete, surprised at what his friend was saying. “Maybe. The idea kinda turns me on,” answered John.

“But you could never cum again!” said Pete. “No, that’s not true. You can still cum if you leave a little stump. I’ve chatted on the Internet with guys who’ve done it!” John responded.

For the next few weeks, neither boy mentioned the conversation again. But John’s taste for penis torture increased. Now he asked Pete to put pins into the shaft of his cock. He even brought a knife to bed and had Pete make small cuts at different places in his penis. When Pete sliced opened a small gash on the base of John’s cock, a ribbon of white cum shot from the tip of John’s dick. “Fuck, that was great!” said John, squeezing the last drops of semen from his penis.

Not long after that, John’s parents left on a weeklong cruise. Pete came over on Friday night, and the boys engaged in their usual sex play. By the time they had cum, the cocks of both boys were bloody, with half a dozen pins protruding from each of their cockheads.

Later, while they lay naked in bed drinking beer, the doorbell rang. John pulled on a pair of white underpants and went to the front door. A man in his mid-30s was in the living room when Pete came out of the bedroom. “Pete, this is Jim,” said John. “I’ve invited him over tonight.”

Jim could see the blood stains on the undershorts of both boys. “Couldn’t wait, huh?” grinned Jim. He was holding a gym bag.

“What’s going on?” asked Pete. “Didn’t John tell you? I’m here to cut off his cock.”, responded Jim.

“Holy shit! Are you fucking serious?” gasped Pete. “Yep. Totally serious. I’ve been planning this for weeks now,” John said.

Jim opened his bag and took out a towel wrapped around a series of steel instruments, bandages, and hypodermic needles. “Let’s go into the bedroom and get started,” he said.

The three of them went into John’s bedroom. “Take off your underpants and lie down on your stomach,” he said, and John soon was face-down on the mattress, his bare ass in the air. Jim took a hypodermic and stuck it in John’s right buttock. “Hold still, I need you to get every drop of this,” said Jim, slowly emptying the needle into John’s ass cheek.

“All finished. Now roll over,” said Jim. Now John was on his back, breathing rapidly. “Shit, I feel really strange,” he said. “I’m tingling all over my body. What did you give me?”

“This is something not many people know about. It’s a medicine that comes from South America. It paralyzes the nervous system from the neck down. You can still breathe and talk, but soon you won’t be able to do anything else.”

John tried to move his hands and legs, but he was immobile “I always give this to my clients, because I can’t have them jerking around,” Jim said, picking up a scalpel. “This hurts pretty bad.”

“Do you mean I’m gonna feel everything you do?” said John, panic stricken. “Yeah, that’s right. I don’t believe in pain killers. If you’re gonna lose your cock, you need to feel it happen,” answered Jim.

John’s eyes were wide with fear, and his breathing became even more rapid. Jim kneeled on the bed between John’s legs, and with his left hand lifted his limp cock until the head pointed straight up. “I’ll do this as fast as I can. Here goes,” he said.

Jim stuck the point of the scalpel into John’s penis, about a half inch above where the cock emerges from the body. “Oh shit!!” yelled John as a blinding white pain shot through his cock. Blood dripped onto the handle of the scalpel as Jim began sawing around the circumference of the penis.

“Fuck! Fuck!” screamed John, his head twisting from side to side, tears streaming from his eyes. But the rest of John’s body lay still and helpless as Jim continued slicing through his penis.

Blood was spurting over the bed and splattering on Jim’s shirt, but he ignored the mess as well as John’s cries. The scalpel severed ligaments and sliced through John’s urethra. Barely two minutes after the first cut, Jim lifted John’s lifeless cock high in the air. “Here it is, John! You are now officially dickless,” he said, grinning.

Jim handed the penis to Pete. He gaped at the delicate organ, and couldn’t resist the urge to kiss it. The penis was still warm as Pete pressed his lips against the shaft.

Before long, Jim had bandaged John’s stump and given the boy a shot to make him sleep. “Here’s some pills you can give him when he wakes up,” he said to Pete, handing him a bottle of tablets. “They’ll help with the pain.”

A few hours later, John was awake and moaning. “Oh shit, that hurt like a motherfucker,” he said, clutching his wounded groin. Pete made John take a couple of pain pills, which soon made him groggy again. As John drifted off to sleep, Pete unwrapped a bloody handkerchief and gazed at the severed penis Jim had given him a few hours before.

A week after the surgery, Jim came over and unwrapped the bandages. “It’s healing really well,” he said, examining the results of his work. Both John and Pete stared at the reddened stump that protruded above John’s balls. Pete could feel his own cock begin to stir as he imagined what it would be like to have his own cock cut off.

It took a few more weeks before John was healed enough for he and Pete to have sex again. John found that he got a lot of sexual pleasure from having the stump touched. When Pete began licking around the stump, John began moaning. “Oh yeah, that’s nice,” he said, stroking Pete’s hair.

Pete squeezed John’s balls as he put his mouth around the stump, sucking it gently. Suddenly, John’s body stiffened, and semen shot into Pete’s mouth. It took him by surprise. “Damn, that felt good,” laughed John as he watched his cum dribbling from Pete’s mouth.

The two boys now had the best sex they ever had. It made Pete incredibly hot to play with the stump of John’s penis and watch it shoot cum. He fantasized constantly about losing his own cock, but he remembered watching John get his penectomy. The thought of going through that was very scary.

One day after sex, John brought up the subject. “You really should do it, Pete. It would be so awesome if both of us were dickless. I’d love to see you with just a stump instead of a cock. That would be so hot!”

“Yeah, it would,” Pete said. “I’d love to lose my cock, but I just can’t go through what you went through. It was too awful.”

“It hurt like hell, but it’s really worth it. You wouldn’t regret it,” pleaded John.

“No! I won’t go through that. I’m sorry, but I just won’t!” said Adam firmly.

The next week, John’s parents were away again, and so he invited Pete to spend the weekend. On Friday night the boys had mind-blowing sex again. Pete had John push pins into his cockhead, and into his shaft.

“You see, you like me to hurt your cock!,” said John after both boys had cum. “So why won’t you let Jim cut it off?”

“No! I won’t let Jim hurt me like that. Forget about it!”, Pete responded.

That night, the boys drifted off to sleep, their arms around each other. Pete dreamed of losing his cock, blood spurting all over his stomach. The dream woke him up, and he started to touch his erect dick, but realized he couldn’t move his arm.

Pete opened his eyes, and saw John standing next to the bed, naked. Then he looked toward the other side of the bed and saw Jim standing there, smiling at him. At first, he thought it might be a dream. But as he tried to sit up, he realized that he wasn’t able to move any part of his body below the neck.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” he screamed at Jim. “What have you done to me?”

“You’re a sound sleeper, Pete,” Jim said, holding up a hypodermic needle. “You didn’t even feel it when I gave you the shot.”

“Pete, you know you want to lose your cock like me,” said John, stroking Pete’s hair. “I asked Jim to come over and give you a penectomy. So don’t be afraid. I’ll be here the whole time.”

“No!” screamed Pete. “You’re not gonna cut me! I don’t want you to!”

“I’m afraid there’s nothing you can do about it, Pete,” said Jim, reaching into his gym bag. “You’ll be paralyzed for at least another hour. And in ten minutes, your cock will already be gone.”

Pete began crying and pleading for Jim to spare his penis, but Jim ignored him. He unwrapped a towel and laid it on the bed next to Pete. When Jim picked up a scalpel, Pete started screaming even louder.

Jim took hold of Pete’s ankles and spread the boy’s legs far apart. He climbed onto the bed and kneeled in front on Pete’s crotch. “John, would you please hold Pete’s cock up so I can use both hands?” he asked.

John grasped the head of Pete’s penis and lifted it straight up. Pete was hysterical now, sobbing, and throwing his head from left to right. “Please! Please don’t cut me!” he cried, but Jim paid no attention to him. He put the point of the scalpel against the underside of Pete’s penis, and jabbed it into the shaft.

“Oh God!” screamed Pete as blood sprayed onto Jim’s shirt. The searing pain was worse than anything Pete had ever felt. It was like his cock was on fire. Jim sliced deeper into the shaft, using a sawing motion, as John continued holding the cockhead straight up.

It seemed like an hour of burning pain passed before he heard Jim say, “It’s over, Pete.” The stricken boy opened his eyes and saw his detached cock being held by John. His friend smiled and placed the organ on Pete’s chest. As Jim bandaged his groin, Pete looked at his severed penis and sobbed.

It took Pete a few weeks to fully heal. At first he was very angry about what John had done, but as time passed he realized that John only did what he lacked the courage to do himself.

And then came the day when John and Pete started having sex again. Pete loved having his stump licked and sucked, and was surprised how good it felt when cum spurted from his stump. And he loved it when he and John lay together naked, with each boy rubbing the stump of the other. It made him very glad that Jim had taken his cock from him.

“I wonder if there are other boys like us out there?” said Pete one day after both boys had shot their wads. “Maybe we need to find out,” said John, licking drops of cum from his friend’s stump.

(John and Pete were now the first two members of the No Cock Club. More stories will follow!)