So when the company promised to match any pledge to the area cancer center, people began to think up schemes where they could auction something or some service, John felt he had the perfect idea.

John had long, silky black hair, hanging below his butt. After years of catering to his long locks, John decided to let the highest bidder shave his head.

The bidding was becoming ridiculous, groups of people banding together as a group to raise the bid even higher. On the day of John's trim, the top bidder was the group of guys from the loading dock. These blue-collar guys were really looking forward to get their hands on the smart ass in the suit with the assigned parking spot and the expensive car parked in it.

A chair was placed in the courtyard, and John sat down surrounded by everyone in the company. He took off his shirt, and swept his hair behind his shoulders to let it hang down over the back of the chair to trail on the ground.

The four guys from the loading dock lined up behind him with their scissors and a battery-operated pair of clippers. The first guy tied John's hair with a rubber band, and began to cut through the thick tail of hair. As he cut and cut, a sound grew from the crowd until with a loud cheer, the long hank of hair was cut free. The guy brandished the long hair above his head and the crowd applauded. John made to rise from the chair, but was pushed back down in his seat. "You agreed to have your head shaved, not just a haircut," the second guy in the group said. With a grimace, John said, "Do it."

The second guy took up his scissors and began to cut big hunks out of John's remaining hair. Handfuls of hair were showered into his lap until his hair was reduced to uneven stubble.

Now the third guy took up the clippers and ran it over John's head until there was only a sandpaper shadow left.

The fourth guy now spread shaving cream over John's scalp and with a straight razor shaved John's head smooth and completely bare.

Now completely bald, John stood and raised his arms above his head to acknowledge the wild cheering from the company employees. The president took John's hand to shake and announced the amount of money John had just raised by his sacrifice.

"If I could do more, I would", said John. Someone in the crowd spoke up. "You still have some hair on your chest, John. How much do you think that's worth?'

John looked at the president, who raised an eyebrow. John smiled and said, "Why not." He sat back down and waited until the shouted bids from the crowd ended in several hundred dollars. The winner, the mailboy, crouched in front of John and ran the clippers over the few hairs that surrounded his tiny nipples, then used the straight razor to shave them bare. Another round of cheers followed.

Before he could get to his feet, the bidding began on who would shave his pitts. Before he knew what was happening, his arms were held over his head and his armpitts were shaved as well.

A little upset now, John pulled his arms free and struggled to his feet. "Now John, we can't stop here," said the president. Several hands grabbed John from behind, and more hands reached out of the crowd not surging forward, and began to unbutton and unzip his trousers. His pants were pushed to his ankles and his white jockeys were yanked down to his knees. His cock sprang up to slap his belly, and his balls fell free to swing and bounce between his muscular thighs. "What do you say, John. Shall I do it?", asked the company president. Thinking of the good this would do, John nodded his head.

"Do it"

The clippers were run over his crotch and belly, and the black curls of pubic hair fell away. Hands reached for them before they fluttered to the ground. His cock was moved from side to side and held up and out as his crotch was shaved. His big balls were pulled and stretched as the straight razor was swept over his fleshy scrotum.

When he was hairless from head to hind-end, John was released to stand exposed in front of everyone he worked with. He ran one hand over his bald head, and with the other felt his hairless belly, cock, and hanging balls. He had never experienced anything like this before. The crowd was cheering, slapping him on the back, on his bare ass, someone even stroked his cock, setting it bobbing and his big balls swinging. The excitement over, people were turning away to return to work, when John had one more idea.

Still naked, he had at some point stepped out of his pants and briefs, John looked down at his manhood. He took his cock in one hand and held it aside. With his other hand he pulled his balls down to the bottom of his lowhanging sack and squeezed and rolled them around in the palm of his hand. People noticed what he was doing, and returned to watch what was happening. The president was watching John's face. As if reading John's mind, the president turned to the crowd and said, "It looks as if we have one final item to bid on, folks." No one seemed to realize what was going on. The president named a dollar figure, and John said...

"Do it"

The crowd moved back to give the two men room. John held his erect cock high to fully expose his heavy hangers to the president. He raised his eyes to look over the heads of the crowd, then closed them. He spread his feet, which set the heavy ballsac swinging again. Then he waited.

The president stepped up to John and reached with both hands to grasp the velvety sac, stretching it out, twisting the big balls until they were pulled as far from John's crotch as they would go. He held out one hand, and someone placed the straight razor in his hand. He gave one final tug on John's beautiful sett of balls, and brought the razor up under the neck of the sac, just below the throbbing cock. Time stood still. There wasn't a sound from the people watching.

"Are you ready, John?"

John stood there a moment, breathing heavily. His thighs began to quiver. He swallowed, and took a step back, pulling his sac even tighter in the presidents hand. He put his hands behind his back, and with his eyes still shut tight, he said...

"Do it."

Without a moment's hesitation, The boss pulled the straight razor up through John's nut sac, and cut away his heavy hangers.

John did no more than tighten his stomach muscles. Then he gasped, opened his eyes, and looked down at his crotch. His cock had erupted with his last splash of cum, spraying over the ground and the president's legs. He brought his hands forward to touch himself, but stopped himself. His cock was still standing up, and he finally took it in one hand to pull it aside to examine himself. Where once had hung an impressive heavy scrotal sac weighted with large testicles, there was now nothing but a tattered remnant of flap. He looked to see his ballsac held out to him by his boss. He reached out to take it, but the president put it behind him. "I bought it, John. They're mine now. The company thanks you for your contribution. I don't think we'll ever top this years cancer fund. Let's get you taken care of.

He put his trophy in his suitcoat pocket, and taking John by the arm, called for the company driver to take them to the hospital.

A week later John received a special Thank you from the cancer center. Ironically it was located in the same hospital that cared for him after the mysterious accident that took place on company property. The company DID pay for all his hospitalization. They felt it was the least they could do!