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The Cost of a Condom One time....that's all. A single fuck, one pussy, and then, well, then it was over for me. Yeah....stupid...but, hey, I was eighteen, and I wanted her, and she wanted me, or at least she acted like it. I don't know...it was a few years ago, so whose to say really what the real truth is? All I know is I fucked her, and the following weekend I was castrated. Back then I was ripped, a young man wish muscles in all the right places, with a firm swimmers build and with a dick that seemed to always be hard. I'd wake up with a boner, and I'd jack off every morning and again most afternoons when I came home from school. I had a stash of Playboys under my bed, and while my parents probably knew they were there they never said anything. Yeah, I'd jerk my dick in the shower, or when I was on the pot, and I'd jerk it multiple times a day and almost always before I went to bed. I was just so fucking horny, yeah, I was so horny back then, when I had balls, and all I could think about was sticking my dick into a girl's twat and fucking her pussy. In my dreams she and I always came together, and she was begging me for more and screaming how good I was. That was the way I dreamed it, but the reality turned out to be something different, a lot different, and now in hindsight I don't even know why I wanted her so bad. Her name was Cynthia, and her hair was brown, like spice, and it smelled really sweet. She had fantastically big tits, that were round and filled out her blouse, and I started dating her in my junior year, and slowly worked my way into her pants. All the guys liked her, and yet she seemed to trade her attention between me, and a guy named Peter Kitland. Peter was on the wrestling team, and had a stocky look to him. I had done the locker room comparison in gym class, and he was strong, and his dick was thick, but my balls were bigger and hung down between my legs and they would even swing beneath me when I had my legs spread. I knew she liked him, but she liked me more. Even so, she didn't put out for either of us, so it was like a war of sorts as she would go out with him, and then me, keeping us both on edge and playing us one against the other. I wanted her so damn bad. It took more than a year and a half, and a LOT of dates in between, before I ever got her to pull down her panties and spread her legs. It was like she was teasing me, but not, and I liked being with her and smelling her and holding her. Still, when I was jacking off in my bedroom it was her I thought about, and her pussy, and about how I wanted to feel it so damn bad. I imagined it wet and dripping, her cunt begging for my manhood, and after a while I wanted it so fucking bad it was all I could think about. Then, well, the night it happened I really wasnt thinking that I was going to score, and I had failed to get anywhere with her so many times that I just never suspected things were going to change. We went to a movie, and then up to the overlook, above the city, and I was there, kissing her, and she returning it. It was a nice night, and it was quiet, and we were the only car there. I was trying to feel her tits, which she normally didn't let me do. But on this night she did, she opened her blouse, unbuttoned it really and let me cop a feel. God it was better then that I thought it would be, so I started pushing my hand down, to her pants, to unbutton them and to get inside. She resisted though, playing the cute hard-to-get girl she could play so well. But she had her hand on my pants, and the bulge from my pole, and I was so fucking hard, and my dick was dripping and I needed it so damn bad. Hell, I had dated her for more than a year and a half! I was a little more insistent, and in spite of her protests I popped her pants open, and she pushed my hand away, but I pushed hers away next and went into her panties then. She said she didn't like it, but she spread her legs and I felt her pussy, and if she didn't like it she certainly dislike it either. I unzipped my own pants, and took her hand and guided it to my dick. Then, working my middle finger into her womanhood, she moaned and ground her hips into me after that. She was playing with my dick with her right hand, and so I pushed her panties down, and off. She said she didn't want to, even as she worked my dick, and I pulled my pants down then and off and rolled over onto her and kissed her deep. God I was so damn horny then! I was begging her....BEGGING her then, and my cock was dripping, and bouncing straight out, and she was saying how big I was and how hard I was and then she stared at me and didn't protest anymore. I went for it...before she said anything, or changed her mind, and when I pushed my throbbing teenage dick between her legs I swear she parted them. Anyway, that's how I remember it. I didn't use a rubber. I hadn't planned to get anywhere for one thing, and since she had never let me I didn't have one with me. Besides, they are embarrassing to buy when you're eighteen, and so well, I just didn't have any with me. But even so, well, I was thinking about it but I just couldn't ignore the opportunity when it came. So, I slid it into her...and when I did she said "Jason....don't come inside of me! Make sure you pull out before you come!" I nodded, and gave her a kiss, and then I said "Don't worry.....I just want to feel you." I slid into her, but I only went in a short way and then I felt this resistance. I pushed harder, and she cried out, and after that I went in all the way to my balls. She gasped, as her pussy swallowed her first dick, and then she whimpered, and told me it was "hurting." Hell, I tried to go slow, but she kept saying it was hurting and she had tears in her eyes. Still, I fucked her, but it wasnt like I thought it would be. She wasnt that wet, for one thing, and she certainly wasn't telling me how much she was enjoying it either. After a few minutes of doing it, she seemed to try and push me off of her, saying "Ohh...Jason....oh...ouch! Damn.... wait... WAIT! NOT SO HARD! This isn't working. Stop!" I was barely moving my hips. Hell, I tried really hard to go easy, and yet no matter how I moved she seemed to say it hurt. She was dry and it hurt like shit really, and yet I was so fucking hard and her pussy was so fucking tight I couldn't have stopped at that point if my life had depended on it. She wasn't pushing me off of her, as much as telling me to stop....so I kept fucking her, trying to be gentle even as I sought the feeling I craved. Finally, she seemed to be getting pissed, and so about the time she was making it obvious she really did want me off of her, I felt it suddenly getting slipperier and after that my dick was sliding in and out and in and out really easily, and suddenly it was feeling so fucking good. At the time I thought she was starting to get a wet pussy, finally, but I think in hindsight I was dripping precum and that was what was lubricating things. I don't know why it started feeling good, but it sure did, and after that she stopped talking, which encouraged me. Instead, she just stared at me...watching me, her eyes wide open then as I pushed my cock in and out of her womanhood. All of a sudden it just felt so fucking good that I can't even describe it. At that last second, when I was sliding into her really deep and all the way to my balls, I suddenly realized I was cumming. I don't think I really knew I was shooting until I was, and she felt just way too good to just jerk it out right then, So, well, I shot my wad, and when my jism shot up inside of her I was squirting like a fire hose at that point and it was without doubt the biggest and most violent ejaculation I had ever had. God it felt so damn good! Anyway, just as she felt it I threw my head back and yelled out "I'm cumming!!!!" She screamed and pushed me away, her feeling totally different than my own. I looked down at her then, as I was pumping out my wad, and her face was pure fury and she was royally pissed as I was filling her with my seed. I pulled out then, but before I could get off I had already emptied my entire wad into her cunt. She wouldn't talk to me the rest of the evening, and all she wanted after that was me to take her home. I did, but when I tried to talk to her she wouldn't say a thing to me. When we pulled up into her driveway she just got out and slammed the door, and then she went inside with her face wet with tears. I didn't know what else to do, so I drove home and pretended nothing had happened. At school, she didn't talk to me the entire week. On Friday, she didn't even come to school, and I really didn't know what was going on. I went home, feeling pretty low, and right after I walked in the door, the phone rang, and when I answered it this guy said "Hey Jason....Cynthia asked me to give you a message. She said it's really important, and wants to see you at the overlook...tonight. Can you make it about 9pm?" I had no idea who I was talking to, but I wasnt thinking really, but my mind was still going a mile a minute even if I wasnt thinking it all out. I was so happy she wanted to finally talk to me! So, I said "Yeah.....is she pissed at me?" The caller said "I don't think so....not anymore. She just wants to talk with you." I asked him who he was, but before I could even get the question out he hung up, so after that I had no idea who had called, but of course I was curious as hell and anxious to see her beyond belief." Like an idiot, I never suspected anything. Nothing at all. I guess looking back it is because nothing bad had ever happened to me, and I just wasnt sensing the danger. I actually was naïve enough to think she had asked someone to give me a message. Shit. I guess it doesnt matter. My parents were going to a party, and wouldn't be home until midnight, so I didnt even have to ask permission but just waited for them to leave. Then, I drove up there, to the overlook, and there wasnt a car or anything and so I just waited. I hadn't been there very long, and was playing with the radio when this guy just jerked open my car door, and it caught me totally by surprise. I spun around to see who had done that and there were about five or six guys, and they were all older men. Most I think were in their thirties, and there was one even older than that. They all had stockings over their head, and I didn't recognize any of them. They didn't say a single word either, and seemed to have a plan and I was the center of their attention. Before I could react, two of them jerked me out of the car, and then they were on top of me and before I knew it they tied my wrists together in front of me. They pulled off my shoes, and my socks, and then one of them stuffed one of my socks into my mouth. Another one put some duct tape around my head, and over my mouth, wrapping it several times until I was tightly gagged. Then, they just dragged me off the hill and down into the trees. I fought them, and I was really scared, but they were strong and I didn't really have a chance to do much. I was scared shitless at that point, but they could have cared less, and if anything my fear excited them. It wasn't very long before we reached a small clearing, where they tossed the other end of the rope over this tree branch, and hoisted it up, so I was standing on my tiptoes at that point, and was pretty much helpless. I was grunting into my gag, wide-eyed, and begging them, and thats when they came over and started to undress me. I tried to kick one of them, so three of the guys hoisted me up a little higher, so I was swinging from my wrists, with my feet a few inches off the ground. It hurt like shit, but after that there wasnt much of anything I could do. They ripped open my shirt, and then just tore it off of me. My jeans were next, and they unbuttoned them and slid them down, and then off, and as I felt the night air I was so fucking scared I can't describe it. Then, this fat one came up to me, and put a piece of duct tape over my eyes, so that I was blindfolded at that point and couldn't see anything else they were doing. I felt my underwear going down then, and a few seconds later it was off. One of them said "Whoooh! The kid's sure got a big set of balls! Look at those low hangers!" Another voice said: "Lower him down....I want his toes on the ground." I felt the ground again, and I was able to put some weight on my feet and take the pressure off of my wrists somewhat, although it wasn't much relief. I wanted to beg them, but I couldn't say anything or do anything. Then I heard this voice say "Get the clothespins, and clip his nips. I dont want him too comfortable." I felt a snap....then another, and this pain shot through my dime-sized nipples and I realized that they had been clipped with clothespins. Shit that hurt! I had never felt anything like that, and I knew I was in serious trouble and totally helpless. Suddenly, I felt this wetness on my cock....like I had never felt before....and I started getting an erection in spite of my fear. As I was feeling this warm wetness on my cock, this voice said "I told you. See, he likes having a guy suck his dick. Look at him......it sure isn't taking him long to grow a boner." God! Still, he was right, and my dick grew stiffer by the second. I, felt this warm mouth sucking my cock, and I just couldn't believe the feeling. Then I felt this other guy breathing in my right ear, his tongue licking it as I was standing there and feeling this warmth on my dick. I couldn't believe a guy was actually sucking my dick...and when I thought about an older man doing it to me I felt like I was going to be sick. Nobody had ever done that before and it felt incredibly good, even if it was a guy doing it, but the thought that the guys were men just really freaked me out. I sure didn't want it to be happening! I was trying to struggle to move out of the way, because I didn't want any guy to do that to me. I couldn't stop him though, and I was trying to mumble out a protest, but I really couldn't do anything but just stand there, naked, with my arms over my head and with my cock stiff and eager and stuffed down some guy's mouth. The guy that was licking my ear was older too, and he had a thick stubble on his face and it was scratching me. Then he whispered "Jason....you're a bastard. You didn't even use a rubber! If you're old enough to fuck a girl Jason, then you're old enough to use a condom. They aren't that expensive guy! Instead, you filled her with your seed, and it was fucking dripping out of her! Shit....you don't deserve to even have balls! You hear me? A teenager that fucks his girl and doesnt use a rubber doesnt deserve to fuck at all. You make me sick." Then he stuck his tongue into my ear, probing it, fucking it in a way. Then he said: "Do you feel that mouth on your dick? Its a guy's mouth....a GUY Jason. And you aren't wearing a rubber. So...if you don't have a rubber on, then you don't cum. That's the rule Jason, that's the rule. You need to remember it. And just to make sure you understand, if you dare to shoot your wad down his throat then I'm going to castrate you. I mean it Jason. Yeah, you fucked your last pussy Jason. Yeah...your last pussy. You got that? Just remember, if you cum without a rubber on your dick then I'm going to CASTRATE YOU!" As he said that I felt him reaching down and then he grabbed my balls, his fist wrapped around my sac of balls and pulling down on them even as my dick was being sucked like a vacuum cleaner. I tried to move, but there were several sets of hands on my thighs at that point, holding them, so that no matter what I did I couldn't move or turn or get out of the way. I was just totally and absolutely helpless, feeling a guy licking my dick, pumping it really with his mouth, in and out and in and out. The other man was still holding my balls, fondling them really, and my heart was pounding as the feeling grew and everything stood in the balance. My pole was rock hard, and my balls started to churn. I tried to squirm, to move somehow, to stop the pleasurable feeling in my dick that I knew was going to make me squirt. God I didn't want to cum! Still, I felt him sucking me, SUCKING and SUCKING, and it felt so damn good and I just didn't have any way I could stop it. I grew my head back then and grunted, "ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" as the jism just exploded from my balls. God I came. I came and came, my wad of cream shooting out, and into the mouth of an older man who was sucking me off. They were all laughing as I was cumming, all of them, and as I was shooting it out of my dick the man in my ear said "That's it Jason....shoot that wad. Shoot your last wad. Go ahead, squirt out that teenage jism and empty those young balls of yours!" And I did. The entire time I was doing that I could feel that mouth sucking my dick, running up and down as he worked the tip of it until my prick was empty and there was nothing left to shoot. He swallowed ever squirt, every single drop. I felt so empty then, just so damn empty. Toward the end of my orgasm the guy sucking me started to scrape his teeth across the head of my dick, and that was so super sensitive that I was bucking my hips and struggling to get away from him! God my dick was sensitive! He played with it for quite a while after I shot, and it was so sensitive I couldn't stand it but I was helpless to do anything but just to live the feeling of having it done to me. This went on for more than a minute. Long after my balls were empty all I could do was squirm and jerk as that man played with my dick, scraping his teeth over the head of it and flicking his tongue in my piss slit. He was driving me insane! It was just way too sensitive, and yet there was nothing I could do but feel it being done. I was bucking my hips because I couldn't stand the feeling anymore but even that didn't help, and if anything, it drove my cock into his mouth and stimulated it even more. Finally, finally after more than a minute of doing it, the guy that had worked my pole and swallowed my load stopped. Just as he finished, after I had shot my wad, the man who had been whispering into my ear said in a much louder voice to someone else: "OK....let's get this done. Give me the knife....." I went crazy! They were going to castrate me! I totally panicked, but two guys were holding my thighs, and so with my hands stretched out over my head and tied to the tree I couldn't do anything at all. Then the voice said: "NO....NOT YOUR KNIFE IDIOT! Use HIS. I want to castrate the bastard with his own knife!" I was so damn helpless! There was a guy holding each of my thighs and suddenly I felt the big man grab my balls again, pulling down on them, hard, and squeezing them so hard that I thought he would crush them. Then he said: "Jason...you've sure got a big sack of balls boy. Yeah, for a teenager you have a big sack. Don't you understand they are full of sperm? You've got a lot of seed in here, and when you fuck guy you need to use a rubber. I don't know why you teenagers havent' figured that out. Well, I guess it's too bad for you. Since you insist on squirting your seed without using a rubber, then it's time to lose your balls guy. Yeah, it's time to lose them." As he said that I felt the steel...the blade, and it was against the top of my sac and suddenly I realized that they were really going to do it! I felt my knife, my own knife, the one my dad had given to me on my eighteenth birthday! It was up against my balls, and I knew it was razor sharp. I screamed into my gag, grunted really, and shook my head side to side as I begged for mercy. They laughed, and the big man giggled, and then he said "Just remember, tell your other friends to use a rubber. Otherwise, this is what happens!" Just as he said the last word I felt this sharp, searing pain, and then he was sawing the blade back and forth and the pain shot through my groin. I screamed and a spasm went through my body, and I shuddered. When I did my dick spurted again...just a little spurt, perhaps one final attempt to fertilize something while I still had balls to do it with. Right after that emptiness just seem to fill my soul and I knew then that it had been done. Both of the guys that had been holding my thighs let go of them, and started laughing, and I twisted and jerked and kicked my feet, but they had all stepped back and were just watching me now. My groin was hurting so damn bad, a deep ache, a primal ache, and I knew I had been nutted and there was nothing I could do about it. Oh God how I hated them! I was castrated! I collapsed then, and cried, hanging from the rope and sometime while I was doing that they left me. Just before they did I felt them unclip the clothespins, and that made my nipples hurt like shit. As they left I realized I had no idea who they were, and still don't even now, and when the police later asked me I couldn't tell them much. I never saw any of their cars, or any of their faces clearly either. The weird part of all of this was that I was found by the one other guy in my school that was chasing my girl. Yeah, Peter Kitland found me, found me hanging from that tree and nutted like some barnyard animal. It came out later that he got a call that Cynthia was up at the overlook, with me, and that she needed his help and to come as fast as he could. So, he was looking for her when he found me, hanging from that tree limb and with my balls gone. Still, he found me, and when he did he screamed, and I knew as soon as he untied me and I saw the expression of horror on his face that he hadn't had anything to do with any of it. The police asked him, and came to the same conclusion. Even so, he knew enough to take advantage of an opportunity, and two weeks later he was in her pants. Of course, he used a rubber. [Authors note: ©Copyright November, 2004. All rights reserved. Not to be copied without the consent of the author. -Nathan// [email protected]] |