Mike and Jim were a fairly good looking ‘early-40s but looked like 30s’ kind of couple. I met them while I was watching this guy getting electrostimulation on his prostate and frenum, which made my boner all too apparent to those around. They seemed like nice guys and after the small talk we headed for drinks, and then we went up to their hotel room.

I noticed, even in the lack of light, that they were well, and I mean well, pumped. Their dicks had that soft, but stiff feeling and were engorged beyond all normal senses of proportions. In a frenzy of poppers and lube they took turns fucking my hole until I was completely raw. While Mike laid my asshole, stretching it wide, I sucked on Jim’s throbbing rod, when I felt something behind his package. As I felt around it felt like a firm, metal clothespin had been tightly fastened around his dick and balls at the base. When I tugged on it he moaned a bit, and I continued to fondle the warm steel device. When they switched, I saw that Mike had one as well, a small, but tight metal clip around his base.

After Jim finished in my ass, Mike said, “Do you want to see something really special?” And of course I said, “Sure, dude, yea.” He turned the lights up. Jim stood at the foot of the bed, his dick still rigid despite having cum. Then Mike got a pair of what looked like pliers from beside the bed. He looked at Jim.

“Are you ready, baby?” Mike asked Jim.

“I’d do anything for this,” Jim said. I wondered what was going on, exactly.

Then Mike put the pliers right underneath Jim’s package, at the base near the clip. He squeezed down real hard it seemed, he made a “tough guy” face and all. Then he pulled away and Jim’s dick and balls were attached to the pliers, and Jim had nothing left between his legs ‘cept some skin. Jim was totally smooth. Looking at Jim’s still plump package suspended in the air, I got instantly hard. Jim started to moan, but not in pain, like I expected, he just whimpered and appeared to be thoroughly enjoying himself. Completely relaxed. Cum seemed to ooze from where his dick just was. Mike licked Jim’s severed package, and let me have a quick taste too, while I feverishly jacked my cock.

“Looks like another convert.” Mike laughed at me. Jim smiled too, still rather out of it and drugged looking. Mike took me into a wrestling hold suddenly, and Jim grabbed some rope. They tied me down.

When I woke up, they must have drugged me, I was still tied down. But my dick had been pumped. It was painful, the pumping was extreme. I looked at it in its plastic case, the soreness. Mike came up, and attached electrodes to my balls and fired and fired at the battery as he laughed at me. I was in so much pain, but with the pump I could do nothing but leak my cum into the tube. I was humiliated.

Jim took the tube off of my dick, and then the electrodes. My package hurt so bad. I looked at Jim’s barren crotch. He kept touching at the spot where his dick had been, sighing softly to himself. Mike took out a long metal strip, about two centimeters wide. He looped it around the base of my package, and put it through a small clasping device. He feed the strip through the clasp, and it tightened around my package. He smiled broadly as he made it tighter and tighter, until I screamed. He let me go.

I found out from another friend that I had been “clipped.” Apparently it meant that my dick was going to stay pumped and hard for a few months. Then, after oversexing myself, I would probably seek to have my clasp “outed,” which is basically what Mike did to Jim. Already, when my friend told me about getting “outed” I felt my package throb in its tight, and getting tighter, little prison. I loved the feeling of how tight the clip was on my package, how it pushed my junk together and squeezed it so hard that I was always precuming. My pants would get wet and I’d have to change them during the day. Other men around me started to notice, got curious, and then seemed irresistibly drawn to me, always wanting me to get off, and each time I did this little fucking cockring from heaven got tighter.

Then I found myself at a group “outing.” The urge got so intense, I had to do it. The thought of having my junk peeled off made me so hot all the time. I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Ten guys showed up. Some were not ready yet, but about six of us were. We did each other in pairs. I got a beautiful blonde guy, maybe 23. I did him first. I took the pliers and placed them on the clasp at the base of his ring, and then I started to tug. It took some effort, but then his package just sort-of peeled off, right off. He stared at it, and I saw the cum puss out from his new, what now seemed to be a small slit in his groin. I came too at the sight of his satisfaction.

Then he took the pliers and put them up to my base. I let out a howl, I could basically feel the pliers like they were inside my cock, inside my balls, sending electric current all over my package and deep down inside to my prostate. I felt the electric buzz spread across my groin. He then started to tug and the burn of the electricity intensified, and then I felt the flesh peeling back, felt my nuts popping off my body, felt my new slit exposed to air, felt the cum pumping out of the tiny hole that was my new essence. I looked at my severed package, and my partner and I smiled, holding each other with our wasted bits on our laps.