The porn was a good one; this hot top was fucking this cute adorable bottom. I’ve never had sex before, but I always thought of being the bottom, it would be hot. This movie was cute; the bottom kept rubbing the top all over, his own hard dick lying there. I was the person who used to love to be hard and not get off. Call it weird, but I loved to pleasure the other guy before me, it made me hornier and harder.

I was just a few seconds away from cumming when I heard my roommate fiddling with the door. Shit, I thought to myself. I grabbed my pants and threw them up to hide as much as I could in the few seconds I had. Isn’t it funny how the two gay roommates seemed to get roomed together?

My roommate Craig walked in with books and bags. He was wearing his trendy shirt and pants, acting all popular. “You going to the bar tonight?” he asked me. It was a pretty stupid question, as he knows I never go to the bar. But he had to bring up Shawn, my latest crush. “Shawn is going to be there, and you’ll have a better shot with him if you go!” he pestered.

He hit my weak spot, I caved in, “Sure, if Shawn will be there. Maybe he will dance with me, or even kiss me, you think?” My roommate laughed, “He is coming down here at 10, and then we are going to leave, so be ready!”

I decided not to finish jacking off when he left to go to dinner, but rather called up my friends to go get some food and hang out. I was trying not to get nervous about my night out to the club. Clubs weren’t my thing really, I didn’t like the music, and I didn’t drink, so I never had a good time at the ones before school. Here I was though, dressing up nice to go out. I wore my boxers out this time, I don’t usually wear boxers unless I am going to be with a guy, I loved my dick hard as hell rubbing against my legs, and was hopping I could hitch up with a few guys, if not Shawn tonight.

Shawn stopped by a little before 10 and we talked. Craig was taking us to this new club, the Ball something, I don’t remember. We didn’t know much about it, it was our first time. We took the subway downtown, and walked a few blocks until we were outside this large building. The neon green signed glowed, “Balls Only Bar”.

Craig had us line up in the entrance line, which had started a few feet outside the door. Craig told us that they didn’t check ID, but had a special way of letting you in. I got worried, thinking it was some sort of test. When Craig got to the front, the bouncer put his hands down Craig’s pants, smiled, and pointed him in. He got to me and put his hands down my pants. I was scared, he grabbed my dick and felt around, and then he pointed me into another direction, a side door. I was worried, but Shawn had to do the same, so we walked together. Me, being the stupid flirt I was, grabbed his hand, and he smiled.

We walked through a few hallways, hearing the loud music through them. There were signs telling first timers to go towards this big room. It looked like a clean locker room, with lockers and benches. A guy in there gave us a lock, and told us to strip naked. I was really shy now, stripping in front of Shawn, but we were cool about it. He took his shirt off, and then slowly slid his grey briefs off, revealing an amazing package. He had balls the size of golf balls, and a dick that looked to be almost nine inches. I wanted to have that cock really badly, but exercised control. He watched me strip, revealing my six inches with medium balls. It wasn’t anything to be a show off for, but hey, I enjoyed them anyways. He said he thought my package looked nice, and I blushed.

The guy who told us to strip had us stay in the locker room for about a half hour, and he told us not to touch ourselves. I was upset, because I would have sucked Shawn off right there. He kept an eye on us, but Shawn and I kept an eye on each other. He complimented my weight loss, which really made me feel good, and I told him I loved his body. Swimmers build… god that makes me drool. All this time, there was about 20 more guys who came in after us, and did the same thing. I saw a bunch with uncut dicks, but mostly cut, a few shaved, a few hairy, it was a field day. Thank god this was a gay bar.

After we all changed, the guy went around and gave us a few pills, painkillers he said. We didn’t think much, the music was ultra loud. He told us first timers got a special treat at the bar, and we would enjoy the bar after. He led us all out to the main floor, it looked huge. There was a giant bench in the middle that a bunch of the guys were around. Almost all the guys were shirtless, and I was really started to get hard. Shawn looked at me and smiled, maybe we were going to get fucked by some of these boys.

Once we sat down on the bench, we all got a little nervous. All the guys were hard about now, and a few guys came forward. I counted; there was one for each of us. The guys stood behind us, and they were pretty cute. Then the announcer said that we would begin initiation. Then a two more guys came around, one with a weird tool, and another with a camera and a bucket. They came up to the first guy, and the person that was behind him said, “full”. There was a picture taken, and then the guy with the tool lifted his dick and slid the c shaped tool right through the bottom of his base, not even leaving anything in its wake.

The rest of us guys looked at each other scared. Shawn and I looked at each other and had a fleeting moment of pain. I think if we could, we would have run away then. The guys behind us however, held our shoulders. Somehow, I though that Shawn would help me through. I was upset at first, realizing that my dick would soon be gone. I never fucked a guy, which wouldn’t be too bad, as I was a bottom anyways, but now I will never have the option to choose. Then again I thought, it would be wicked hot being a permanent bottom.

I noticed a few things within the first few people. Most people got what is known as a “stub” which left one or two inches of dick above the sack but nothing more. The next most popular thing seemed to be the full treatment the first guy got, I hoped this wouldn’t happen to me. The guy next to Shawn got only his head removed. I thought to myself I would rather have most if it removed than just the head, it would be too bothersome.

The guy came across to Shawn and took his picture. He looked worried, and I was worried for him. The guy behind him said “Stub” and I was starting to look at Shawn’s penis for the last time. The guy raised Shawn’s dick, and said, “pretty big one huh?” and Shawn looked nervous. The cutter brought the tool down about an inch from his dick, and Shawn tried to smile, and then the cutter lowered it just a little more, maybe about half of an inch, and pulled through. The whole process took about a minute. Shawn didn’t look like he was in pain, just a little wincing. The tool seemed to cauterize everything and stop the bleeding. They put the remains of Shawn’s dick in a bucket, and I was able to see Shawn’s new dick. It was just a stump, nudging above those gigantic balls. He gave me a smile, I felt reassured.

I got my picture taken, and the guy behind me said, “Stump”. I felt reassured that at least Shawn and I would be together. I was really nervous at this point, and Shawn grabbed my hand, gosh I thought to myself, he is really acting sweet today. The cutter put the tool straight to the base, I got really worried, and he laughed, “just having fun with ya sweetie”. He put it back about an inch from the base this time, and started to pull through. I felt a little pinch, but nothing too rough. It just felt prickly and warm. He put my cock in the bucket, took an after photo, and went off to the next guy. The next four guys got total removals, and the guy after that got just the head. That guy got mad and asked for a full treatment, the cutter couldn’t complain, and quickly took the whole thing off.

After all of us were finished, the guy to our backs took us into a special room. It glowed yellow from the light, and all over was a trophy case so to speak of cock. It was beautiful to see the pictures and dicks. The guy who was behind me was named Dylan, he told me. He grabbed his dick off of the shelves; it was a really nice specimen. It was about 7.5 inches, and uncut. He told me its tradition to loose your dick, as the club was for guys who loved balls only.

The last induction was a group fucking, Dylan told me. He said all the guys in the room who were already cut got to strap their old dicks on and fuck the new comers. I was scared, as I had never had sex before, but Dylan told me he would be gentle. He and I got a spot on a bench near the side, and Shawn’s partner got next to us. Dylan prodded my ass and I got really loose. He easily slid in me, and I experienced my first time having sex. It felt really good, the contour of his cock, the feeling in my ass, it was so much better than my dildo. I couldn’t quite get off with my short stub, I didn’t know what to do with it, and Shawn had the same problem. Both guys were off us, and we were free to go.

Shawn and I stood around the room for a few minutes. We sat on a bench; legs spread apart looking at each other. He looked at me and I looked at him, and we kissed. I felt so good to kiss Shawn finally, and my stump was responding again from the pleasure. God I loved Shawn’s tongue. I reached over and felt his new stump, and Shawn said he was a little upset the guy took more than he wanted. I reassured him, telling him I loved it regardless.

Craig met us outside the room, and we clearly had a word with him. I bitched him out, “Why didn’t you tell us what was going to happen? Now I don’t have a fuckin dick because of you!” Although I was mad at first, I didn’t think it was too much of a problem about my cock, I didn’t use it much anyways, but I wish I knew what was going to happen. Craig just laughed and said, “I knew you and Shawn would get together if you did it”.

It was true though, Shawn and I did get closer that night. The rest of the time we just danced naked with each other, basking in our new bodies. Most of the guys were in underwear or shirtless with jeans on, and the really hot ones rode their jeans so low, we could see the small little nub hard, just slightly exposed.

Shawn and I went home together that night and cuddled in bed. He wrapped his arms around me, and we kissed for a while. When we woke in the morning, I didn’t have my morning wood, but I really had to piss. Peeing was a little bit different; the stub was enough that I could get to the urinal, but the drippage was a little annoying. Shawn had a hard time with the urinal since they cut some extra off his stub, but he preferred sitting.

That first day we spent together, kissing and exploring our bodies. Our new crotches felt new and exciting, and our stumps were really hard. He and I rubbed up against each other for hours it seemed, rubbing and kissing. He broke the kiss after a while, and started to go down low. He put his mouth near my stub, and kissed it. He took my balls in my mouth, and I felt like I was going to explode. He gently took my stub in his mouth, and prodded my ass with his finger. I leaned in and did the same. It took a while, but with the rhythms of the fingering and sucking, we both came soon after, releasing for the first time with our new cocks, and wow did it feel great.

Incidentally, Shawn and I have been together for about a year now. The trimming has helped both of us, especially as we would have never been this close before hand. Craig likes to join in sometimes, but he got his penis totally removed, without a stump, so Shawn, the former top will sometimes fuck him. The mystery of my missing vibrator was finally solved a few weeks after I got my penis removed; Craig took it because he was so horny. I was so pissed at him, I locked my toy, and the new ones I got after I was cut so he couldn’t use them for a month. He wasn’t happy, but that’s what he gets for tricking us into the bar, and stealing my toys.

The three of us go to the bar every weekend now, and it is a lot of fun. I don’t drink because I usually am the guy being fucked in the corner of the sex room. My favorite part of the bar has been helping the inductees. I always choose no stump out of spite. I love my stump for the world, but seeing these guys without anything turns me on, and their frustration only adds to the experience. Craig hates how he doesn’t have a stump, and so do most of the guys. Me on the other hand, I enjoy rubbing the clean, fresh, skin above. Sure, I love my stump, but it makes me so hard to see the frustration of others. Shawn has become the newest cutter, and he loves it. He usually takes the cuts shorter, in retaliation of his own experience. The new ones don’t know any better, and Shawn loves to look at their reaction when he slides it ever closer.

There is a new process as well, that involves a tight circumcision. I wish they had this when I was being done, I would love to have it. Since we get very few uncut guys, the bar circumcises any uncut guys automatically as their treatment. This is done so tight that is causes them pain to get an erection. I love to take these guys in my mouth, and feel the tight skin causing them pain while I pleasure them. Some latter opt to get their cocks removed, and always ask me to be their “rear-end” guy.

Shawn, Craig, and I are going to be there this Saturday; I think you guys should come. I’ll be looking for you, and just maybe, you’ll loose your precious little cock at the hands of Shawn!