It's simplicity is striking.... 18" x 12" x 3" deep - it's gold finish 'marred' by only 2 abnormalities... 3 rows of colored spots (3 rows each of green, yellow, and red), and 6 slots containing what appear to be locking rings.... except that the rings will NOT lock - unless they are placed at the top of an intact male scrotum. Once a ring is attached to a scrotum - the corresponding green spot glows

a bright green. But even then, unless all six rings are attached to scrotums within a 15 minute period of time, all rings unhook and return to their respective slots (no one has yet been able to determine the mechanism of this transfer).

If all 6 rings ARE attached to intact males within the 15 minute interval, NONE of them can be removed by any means so far discovered. The rings are impervious to all known abrasives, all known acids, and all known cutting devices (like anyone would allow someone to pour acid on a ring attached just above his balls!).

The rings WILL remove themselves.... under the proper circumstances. As each ringed male ejaculates, his green spot returns to its normal dull color, and the yellow spot glows brightly. A second ejaculation turns 'off' the yellow light, and turns 'on' the red light. Once all 6 men have ejaculated twice, all 18 spots flash 'on' and 'off' for 30 seconds.... 5 scrotums hit the floor.... and all six rings return themselves to their original slots on the box.

TOMMY ACQUIRES THE BOX

Tommy was loved and hated by everyone he had ever met. At 6' 2" tall, 170 pounds... Blond hair and blue eyes... he was the ideal that every male aspired to be, and every woman wanted for a mate. Seen without a shirt, he had the perfect 6-pack that gave the impression of 18 hours a day in the gym (although no one had ever seen him do any more exercise than to bend over to pick something off the floor). His perfect pecs were un-obscured by any hint of hair... only a very faint 'happy trail' led from his navel towards his groin.

Seen naked, he was even more impressive. His 'happy trail' led to a very (apparantly) manicured pubic thatch with both cock and balls entirely without hair. His cock, limp, was an impressive 6" in length, with a fairly large girth, and his balls were literally the size of chicken eggs (yes - people DID actual comparisons!). Erect, he sported a full 9" in length and 3" diameter - sure to please the most exacting partner.

Tommy had 2 flaws, though.... 1) he was homosexual, and had never (in ANY way) expressed a desire to propagate his genes under ANY circumstance, and 2) by choice, he was the ultimate bottom. He had the unique ability to have a simultaneous orgasm with any person fucking him - without either person touching his cock - and he preferred it that way.

Unfortunately, 99.9% of the partners he'd ever been with (including a LARGE number of exclusive tops!), demanded that he fuck THEM (once they had seen him in all his erect glory). This had, over the years, resulted in Tommy hating his anatomy to the point of removal..... by any means. He was sure that if he could ever find a way to eliminate his balls, his cock would shrink to the point that no one would be interested in it any more. And if testicle elimination didn't solve the problem - the cock would go as well.

He started, of course, with his regular physician... who immediately referred him to a number of psycologists who in turn informed him that the only way to rid himself of his testicles via elective surgery was if - and ONLY if - the testicle removal was part of a complete trans-gender re-assignment.

Tommy had absolutely NO interest in becoming a girl... he just wanted to be fucked. This wasted (in his opinion) nearly 2 years... and the damn balls were still there, and everyone he went out with still wanted him to fuck THEM. Dead End!

Tommy was beginning to get nervous - so he started looking via the internet. Oh, he found people willing to cut him - in THEIR way. He had his choice of 77 'masters' (male AND female) who would take his balls as long as he was willing to pledge a lifetime of total slavery, hundreds of BDSM folks that were willing to crush, shred, pound, mutilate, freeze, boil, or rip off his balls in a scene... which of course would be fully videoed and the videos sold (with no money to Tommy) to other BDSM folks. Another wasted year, and another dead end.

Tommy was now getting desparate. He actually invested in a surgical steel, heavy-duty cleaver... a sturdy maple cutting board... and some butcher's twine. He figured that if all else failed, a tightly twined scrotum and one swift swing of the cleaver would do the job - assuming of course he survived long enough to get to the local ER afterwards. He actually set a date and time for the deed when he found an interesting item in his e-mail.....

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Ready to lose them?

No drugs, no knives, no scene.

Totally painless (unless a wild night of sex with 5 other guys sounds painful)

Guarantee - 6 men will start the night - 5 eunuchs will leave at the end.

Simply reply to this message for more information.

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Tommy could not resist. He replyed immediately....

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When?

Where?

How much?

and why only 5 of 6?

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It didn't take more than a day or so for an answer to be returned.....

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>>When?

Just as soon as we have the full complement of 6. If you decide (and can prove to me) that you are truly ready to be a participant, you will be number 4, leaving only 2 more guys to go.

>>Where?

I own an 5 acre lot with a 3-bedroom house, fully privacy fenced, with no nosy neighbors. I have hosted 3 prior parties with no problems.

>>How much?

$20.00 to cover wine, steaks, and the trimmings for the after-party celebration. Each participant is expected to provide his own lube, condoms, and any toys that might be required for the duration, as each person MUST cum a minimum of 2 times.

>>and why only 5 of 6?

Unfortunately, that's the nature of the BOX....

While any of the participants can cum as many times as they want (or can!), once every person has shot his load twice, 5 guys lose their balls.... painlessly. In fact, during the last party I hosted, it was over an hour AFTER the balls had dropped that everyone finally was aware of who did and did not still have their balls. The person that still has his balls at the end of the night inherits the BOX, and hosts the next party. Unfortunately, I have had the extremely bad luck to still have my balls after the last 4 parties (the party where I inherited the BOX, and all 3 of the parties I've hosted so far). I'm really hoping that this time I'll be one of the lucky 5.

If you are still interested, call me at (555) 555-1212 to arrange a personal meeting at a place of your choosing so that we can get acquainted.

John

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Interested?????

Tommy was so excited he actually shot a load in his shorts!

The telephone number was local, and John answered on the second ring. They chit-chatted for a while, as Tommy was doing everything he could think of to insure that this wasn't a hoax. When John finally convinced him of his sincerity, Tommy arranged a meeting the next day at his favorite coffee shop, as the staff all knew him and would be able to direct John to him without any problems.

Tommy had been there for almost an hour and was on his 3rd coffee when John was led over to the table.

While there was nothing exceptional about John's appearance, he was a good-looking man, fit and trim, and with a bulge in his pants and a bubble-butt that screamed 'good time'. Tommy felt comfortable with him almost immediately. John was more than willing to tell his story, which was very similar to Tommy's.

Tommy had waited to ask the important question....

What is the BOX you keep mentioning?

John replied, "I really don't have a lot of knowledge - just the experience of the 4 parties. Here's the story as I was told originally.....

The box is old - just how old, no one has ever been able to determine. With it's seamless construction, and burnished gold finish, it has defied all attempts to gather a sample of it's metal - let alone attempt to determine it's age - or it's original purpose.

It's simplicity is striking.... 18" x 12" x 3" deep - it's gold finish 'marred' by only 2 abnormalities... 3 rows of colored spots (3 rows each of green, yellow, and red), and 6 slots containing what appear to be locking rings.... except that the rings will NOT lock - unless they are placed at the top of an intact male scrotum. Once a ring is attached to a scrotum - the corresponding green spot glows a bright green. But even then, unless all six rings are attached to scrotums within a 15 minute period of time, all rings unhook and return to their respective slots (no one has yet been able to determine the mechanism of this transfer).

If all 6 rings ARE attached to intact males within the 15 minute interval, NONE of them can be removed by any means so far discovered. The rings are impervious to all known abrasives, all known acids, and all known cutting devices (like anyone would allow someone to pour acid on a ring attached just above his balls!).

The rings WILL remove themselves.... under the proper circumstances. As each ringed male ejaculates, his green spot returns to its normal dull color, and the yellow spot glows brightly. A second ejaculation turns 'off' the yellow light, and turns 'on' the red light. Once all 6 men have ejaculated twice, all 18 spots flash 'on' and 'off' for 30 seconds.... 5 scrotums hit the floor.... and all six rings return themselves to their original slots on the box."

"Once folks realized what the BOX did", John continued, "it became part of the sexual circuit for guys like you and me. It doesn't seem to matter how the 6 guys shoot their loads, just the fact that all 6 have shot twice... and the results are ALWAYS the same, 5 guys go home without their balls and the 6th guy goes home with the BOX and sets up the next party. It doesn't matter which ring you are wearing, or what order you shoot your loads - the BOX decides who keeps his balls."

Tommy was ready! He offered to pay his $20.00 immediately, but John wouldn't let him.

"Not until the day of the party, and not until you've signed the waiver", John explained. "That way you won't have any doubts about your money in case it takes longer than I expect to get the full group we

need".

PART 1b - THE PARTY