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Hi, my name is Adam Walker. I’m here to tell you about that day a year ago that had started off pretty great, but had I known how it would end, I might have stayed in bed with my roommate Brad. The day before was our last day of finals and we were pretty stressed out. To relieve the tension, we did what we had done all year long; have sex. Brad and I were roommates and eventually became fuck buddies. He taught me how to enjoy sex and lose all the hang ups I used to have about my body.

You see, even though I knew I was gay since I was thirteen, I didn’t come out until I almost graduated high school. I was fat and miserable and had used food as a crutch to hide my homosexuality. But due to a drunk driver and a bad car accident I was in, I realized that if I wanted to change, I had to do it myself. As a graduation present, my folks sent me to a “fit camp” where I learned how to eat well, workout and get myself in shape. By the time I went to college, I had lost 30 pounds and learned how to give blowjobs like a vacuum cleaner. I made sure I had two different physical education classes each semester, in addition to my normal course load. By the end of my freshman year, I had cut my body fat percentage in half and it was in the low teens.

During my sophomore year, I kept up the workouts and finally started dating other guys. I found that a number of the guys I used to lust after, were now lusting after me. My body fat percentage finally broke into the single digits. I still hadn’t found someone special to exclusively date, so Brad and I helped each other out during our dry spells. Brad was versatile, so he enjoyed it when I fucked him. But he also helped me discovery how much of a bottom boy I liked to be. While I still liked to suck cock, rim and plow his ass, we discovered that when I get fucked, my dick gets bigger and harder until it shoots its load, without me even touching it.

Back to that day; after a night of pretty wonderful sex we had to pack up our stuff and vacate the dorm by the end of the week. Brad had a summer internship on the east coast and I had the summer to do what I wanted. My parents had a bit of money, and as long as I kept up my 4.0 average, they let me enjoy my time off. After getting my stuff packed, and some things into storage for the summer, I hit the gym. Since I had no more classes, I hit the gym hard and finished with a long session in the steam room followed by a refreshing shower.

After drying off, I stood at the mirror naked and admired the last two years of hard work and what I had accomplished. I was 5 feet 10 inches tall. I had short blond hair, blue eyes and a nice California tan. My body had become a cross between a gymnast’s and swimmer’s build. I almost had the classic V shape with broad shoulders and a slightly narrower waist. I finally had uncovered a set of eight-pack abs and my Apollo’s belt was very well defined. I turned so I could see my tan line free bubble butt that had just been plowed that morning. I was looking good.

My body was naturally smooth, except for the corn silk hair under my arms and in my crotch, which I kept neatly trimmed. I looked at my five inch soft, uncut cock that grew to a fat ten inches when hard (and even fatter eleven when I was being fucked). My balls were also naturally smooth, but they hung really low, at least one inch below the end of my soft cock.

I had taken to wearing not too tight briefs or boxer briefs, but I usually opted for jock straps. I would go back and forth between traditional jock straps and the more contemporary thong-styles. Once in a while, I had Brad fuck me while I wore a traditional pair. My cock would always extend well past the waistband, but the pouch would keep my balls up close to my body and not bang around so much. I had given up wearing boxer shorts because they would always bind my balls and going commando was usually out of the question, except today. In my zeal to get packed, I forgot to get a fresh jock strap for my gym bag. I only had my flip flops, a loose tee shirt and a pair of baggy cargo shorts to wear.

After the gym, I went to get a late lunch and to run a few errands. I had to go into the bank to order a new ATM card because mine would fail to work every once in a while. Plus, I wanted to talk to the new teller they had there. His name was Peter. He’s about 6 feet tall with green eyes and red curly hair you find on those hot Irish boys. You’d think he’d be pale and his skin would burn in the sun, but he had some Italian in him that gave him and slight olive complexion that would turn into a golden tan.

He’d been working there for about a month now and every time I went in, he was the teller I got. I knew he worked at the bank part time because like me, he was a college student. I wanted to see what his summer plans were because I wanted to ask him out. Maybe he could take a trip with me to Palm Springs or San Diego.

When I got to the bank, I entered through the side door. There were only three tellers working, two young women and Peter; the manager, a man in his mid-thirties; a security guard, a man in his mid-fifties and another customer, a young mother with a child. Peter’s window was the only one open, and he was helping that customer. When Peter looked up at me, he smiled and indicated that he was almost finished with her. When they were done, the young woman left with her child though the front door. I was able to ask Peter how he was doing and if he was finished with his classes. Before he could finish, we heard a loud crash and someone yelled “Everyone get your hands in the air, this is stick up!”

When I turned around I saw three guys dressed in black, wearing ski masks and holding automatic weapons. They had grabbed the manager and security guard and tossed them towards the teller’s windows. One of the men went behind the counter to force the teller’s into the middle of the lobby. Once everyone was gathered together, with our hands up in the air, the largest of the three held his gun on us while the other two made sure all the doors had been locked, blinds pulled and cameras blacked out. The guy pointing the gun at us then yelled out “Ok, everyone strip to their underwear! Strip down to bra and panties for the ladies, underwear for the gents!” After a 10 second wait, he then yelled “Now! Or someone gets shot!”

We slowly started removing our clothes; the two young women were crying, but removing their dresses and shoes. The other men were removing their ties and dress shirts. I pulled my tee shirt over my head and tossed it into the pile of clothes in the corner. My flip flops joined the other’s shoes in the pile and then the men’s trousers and belts. I stood wearing only my cargo shorts while I watched as Peter undressed. He obviously worked out and when he pulled off his muscle undershirt I could see his defined abs leading into a nicely packed pair of boxier briefs. This was not the way I wanted to see him undressed – but it was a very nice view.

My thoughts were interrupted by someone yelling “boy, I told you to strip to your underwear! You must want me to shoot you!”

I turned around to face the apparent leader and said “but I’m not wearing any underwear, these shorts are all I’m wearing now.”

“Tough shit kid; maybe next time you’ll think twice about going commando! Off with the shorts or your boyfriend here gets it between the eyes” he said as he pointed his gun towards Peter.

I reached into my shorts to undo the drawstring and slowly unbuttoned and unzipped the fly. I was about to lower them when he then yelled “DROP THEM!” So, I let them fall to my feet. I stepped out of them and kicked them towards the pile of clothes in the corner. I was bare assed naked in the lobby of a bank being robbed in the middle of the afternoon.

“Holy Shit, would you look at that! The kid’s built and hung better than you are Boss” one of the other robbers said. I quickly covered up the family jewels with my hands. I could feel my cheeks burn in embarrassment.

“Shut up and tie them up” was the only response. The other guy came up behind each person, grabbed their hands, pulled them behind their backs and used large zip ties to securely tie them up. When he got to me the big man said “leave him alone, I’ll take care of HIM!”

Once everyone was tied up, they were forced to sit on the floor, with their backs against the wall. I was left where I was, standing naked with the big man pointing his gun at me. He yelled at his underlings “you two grab all the cash, I’m going to have me some fun! Boy, raise your arms to shoulder high and slowly turn around. Let me see the goods!”

I did as was I was told. I held my arms at shoulder height with my palms facing down. I then slowly started turning around. The rest of the group had only seen my back side thus far. With me turning around, they finally saw everything. I head a few gasps coming from the women, but I kept my eyes focused directly into Peter’s eyes. He did have his head bowed, and he slowly looked me over as his eyes rose to meet mine. But once our eyes locked, he did not look away until I had to turn completely around to face the gun still pointing right at me.

“Nice body kid – you must work out a lot!”

“I try to take care of myself” I responded.

“You’ve done a good job. Turn around, bend over and grab you ankles. I want to see something.”

I felt my cheeks burn, but I did as I was told. I turned around and faced the group again. I bent forward at my waist and reached for my ankles. My workouts had included a lot of stretching as well as yoga, so I could grab my ankles without bending my knees.

“Great ass you got there boy! Now grab and spread your ass cheeks, I want to see your hole!” I moved up so I could grab each ass cheek and I pulled them apart. I had a feeling I knew what he was looking for and I was right when he said “I thought so! Come over here next to this counter.”

I wasn’t sure what he wanted as I walked towards a high counter in the middle of the lobby. It had deposit slips and pens on it, until the big guy pushed everything on to the floor. It was about three feet wide, eighteen inches deep and about came just above my stomach. It had metal legs and a shelf about two feet off the floor, to which it was bolted to. He positioned me so that I faced the counter and my feet were on the inside of the legs where they met the floor. He then used two zip ties to secure each of my legs to the metal legs of the counter. I didn’t like where this was going.

He then pulled me over the counter and used two more zip ties to secure my wrists to the metal legs on the other side. I was hog tied to that counter and I wasn’t going anywhere. My back was to the others and I could not see much except the floor, unless I lifted my head up. When I did, I saw that there was a round mirror on the opposite wall and I could see myself tied to the counter. My soft dick was hanging in front of its low hanging sack. It looked smaller. It wasn’t cold, so it must have been the fear. With my legs now spread wide, anyone behind me could see my balls hanging down.

“Boss, we don’t have time for this right now. Last time you did this, we almost got caught.”

“Shut up and let me have my fun. Once I’ve had a ride, you two can take a ride as well. Keep an eye on the audience, any one of them tries to do anything, shoot them.”

With that, he put down his gun and walked over to my left side. He removed his glove and ran his bare hand over my back, down to my butt and over my ass crack. He let his fingers tickle my rosebud as he whispered into my ear “this has been used recently, I can tell. Was it your boyfriend over there who rode you good and hard last night?”

“That’s none of your fucking business” I replied.

With that, he slapped my ass real hard and reached under to grab my balls in a tight grip and gave them a hard pull. I let out a yelp of pain.

“Son, you’re not in a position to refuse right now. Is he your boyfriend? Or, should I just shoot him now to make you cooperate? With that he started twisting my sack.

“No, no, no. No, he’s not my boyfriend, just a friend. No, please don’t shoot him, I’ll cooperate.”

“You bet your ass you’ll cooperate. Now, were you fucked last night or not?”

“Yes” I replied quietly.

“What was that?” he said loudly, while twisting my balls even tighter.

“YES, I WAS FUCKED LAST NIGHT!” I yelped. He released my balls, much to my relief. The pain was excruciating. I had gotten my balls twisted a bit when I tried to go commando before, but they never hurt like this. Beads of sweat had formed on my forehead and began dropping off my nose.

“So, who got to plow this pretty ass of yours? A boyfriend? A john? Are you a slut boy?” He began reaching for my balls again.

“No, it was my roommate, we celebrated finishing out exams. We fucked each other to let off some steam.”

“Well boy, that’s all I’m doing. Just going to let off some steam; but your exams today are going to be a lot tougher, I guarantee!” He withdrew his hand and picked up his gun. He walked over to the other hostages and pointed it at Peter.

“I plan to ride that boy’s ass. I don’t like to do it rough, so you’d better prep it good for me so I don’t have to shoot either one of you.”

With that, Peter slowly stood up and walked over to where I was tied up. I could see in the mirror that he was staring at the ground, not wanting to look at me in this position. The big guy had a gun pointed right at his head. Peter got down on his knees behind me and said “I’m sorry” before he began to probe my ass with his tongue.

He didn’t just run his tongue over the surface of my rosebud, he attacked it aggressively. He’s had experience with this before, I thought. Peter’s tongue began the most perfect rim job I had ever had in my life. He pointed his tongue and pushed it inside, forcing his spit into my ass. He then used his tongue to loosen my hole. He kept at it for a while. After a little bit, I forgot where I was, because the feeling was so overwhelming and the pleasure I was getting caused me to moan out loud. I could tell my balls were dropping further in their sack and my dick was going hard. For the moment, I really liked this.

While this was going on, I felt a hand on my growing cock. I opened my eyes and realized it was the Big Guy. He was applying some sort of gel or lotion to my dick. It started to get cold and began tingle, then numbness set it. I couldn’t tell if my erection was still growing or not. I felt some pulling, like my dick was being wrapped by something, then I felt a condom being put on my dick. He then squeezed the base for a moment.

“Just a little surprise for you later, boy!”

I then saw him pick up another zip tie from the counter and take it under the counter. I heard it being zipped and then I felt something being wrapped around the top of my ball sack. I tried to pull away, but I only pushed my ass further onto Peter’s tongue. Then I felt a sharp sting and pain in my gut. He had zip tied my ball sack, tight.

“Now see what you made me do boy. I wasn’t going to make it too tight, but you moved and it’s zipped up all the way. I’d say you’ll be a eunuch in a few hours if we don’t cut it off. But that won’t happen until I’ve ridden that pretty ass of yours.”

With that he pulled Peter away from my ass and sent him back to the group. He then stood in front of me and dropped his pants and underwear. He was hard and dripping. He was about nine inches in length, but he was almost as wide as beer bottle.

“I wanted you to see what was going into that pretty ass of yours.”

He then walked around to behind me and without any warning, shoved his entire dick up my ass. I’d been fucked before, but not by anything this wide and never so roughly. I almost passed out from his initial penetration.

He slowly pulled out until his knob reached the inside wall of my sphincter. Then he rammed it backup into me. He repeated this numerous times. Every once in a while he’d pull all of the way out of my ass and then he rammed it hard back into me. At one point, he found my prostate gland and he battered it over and over. This brought me to a new high and I began moaning in pleasure, despite the pain in ass and balls. I could not feel my dick at all.

“Boy, you got once nice tight ass. I think I’m about to fill you full of my seed.”

And with that, he pumped his dick into me about six more times before he exploded inside my ass. I could feel his uncovered cock unleash its hot load deep into my ass. This brought me off and I started shooting off in the condom he had put over my dick. My organisms are usually more intense when I get fucked and I cum a whole lot more as well. Even with the sex I had had earlier with Brad, I could tell this was the biggest one I had ever had in my life. I could see stars and I blacked out for a few minutes.

When I came two, the Big Guy was walking around with his engorged cock softening, dripping with juices from his cock and my ass. I had already been mounted again, but by one of the other guys. He wasn’t as thick as his boss, but he was longer. He got his rhythm going after a few thrusts, apparently he enjoyed sloppy seconds. After a bit he too found my prostate and began pounding away. He and I both climaxed at the same time; mine was still intense, but not as much as the first one. I didn’t black out this time.

I was conscious when the third robber mounted me. He just started pounding away like a jack rabbit. I didn’t get as much pleasure out of this ride as I had with the first two. I was feeling more pain in my gut and remembered the zip tie the big guy had put on my balls. And I was now feeling pain in my penis. What had he done to me, I wondered? I couldn’t look in the mirror because the Big Guy was blocking my view. He just watched and smirked when he occasionally looked under the counter I was tied to. Just as this last guy was ejaculating into my ass, I heard the sound of breaking glass and saw what I thought was smoke. Maybe it was tear gas. Before I could have another thought, I passed out.

When I woke up, I was in a hospital bed. I was groggy and it took a few moments for my vision to clear. I heard what I thought were my parents talking to someone who sounded familiar. I could tell that I was in bed, naked, but I could barely move. My crotch felt numb and different. When I could focus, I realized that my parents were talking to Peter, who was wearing scrubs. Was he a doctor?

I could tell my parents hadn’t slept for days and it looked like they had been crying all that time too. The doctor noticed I was awake and let them know, he then introduced himself.

“Hi, I’m Doctor Richard Wells; you know my brother Peter.”

When I could focus better, I realized it wasn’t Peter, but an older version of him. Peter’s going to still be a real hunk when he gets older, I thought.

“What happened?” I croaked out.

“What’s the last thing you remember?” The doctor asked.

It took me a few moments to gather my thoughts, then I said “I had lunch, went to the post office and then the bank …” I went silent for a moment. Then I remembered what happened and tears started welling in my eyes. “I was … I was … I was raped in the bank!” I started crying. Actually I was bawling. I had never felt so helpless in my life. I cried out “I could not stop them. I just did what I had to do to keep Peter from getting shot. It’s my fault. If I had worn underwear, this would not have happened.” I was getting hysterical and the doctor had to give me a shot to calm me down.

I dozed for a bit, but I do remember mumbling a question about Peter. He and the other hostages were alright. Nobody was shot. The police used a new type of gas that knocked out the robbers and everyone else in the bank. The robbers were now in jail. I nodded as I drifted off to sleep.

I did hear someone say “he still doesn’t know what happened to him, does he?” The last word I head was “No.”

I awoke the next morning to find my parents still there. They looked like they had gotten some sleep and a shower; but, their eyes looked like they held a secret they wish they didn’t know.

I mumbled a croaky “morning” and asked for some water. After my mother fed me some ice chips, the doctor, Peter’s brother, came in and asked my parents to leave. They seemed relieved that they did not have to deliver bad news.

”Adam, do you remember everything that happened to you at the bank? I need to tell you that it happened over a month ago. You’ve been in the hospital for 35 days.”

“What??? It feels like it was just yesterday. I remember having to strip naked. I remember being tied to a counter. I remember I was doing it to keep Peter from getting shot. I remember getting raped by all three robbers. And I remember the sound of glass breaking. What more should I remember?”

“Do you remember a zip tie being tied around you scrotum?”

“Now that you mention it, yes I do, but the big guy, the head robber, he removed it didn’t he?”

“No, I’m sorry to say that he didn’t. It was on very tight and for too long. We had to remove your testicles and scrotum. They had turned black. We had to remove it all. If the scrotal tissue hadn’t been damaged as much, we could have put in artificial testicles and you’d look normal. We will start you on HRT, that’s hormone replacement therapy, soon.”

I sat there in a daze. I was a eunuch now. I was so shocked I could not even cry.

“Do you remember anything else? Something that involved a gel and a condom?”

Since I was still digesting my castration, all I could do was nod my head.

“The robber covered your penis in a desensitizing gel so that you could not feel anything. He then wrapped your penis tightly with a razor thin wire and covered it all with a tight, extra strength condom that had super glue at the base. When you penis became erect, it cut into the tissue. Because you got even larger while you were anally penetrated, it cut even deeper. The condom kept pressure on your penis and the blood loss was minimal. But, the damage was too extensive. There was another compound in the gel that had caused an infection. We had to remove your penis as well, all the way to the root. Your urethra was not damaged, so it was moved to between your legs. I’m sorry to say that you will now have to urinate while sitting down from now on. ”

I just sat there for a moment, then all I could utter was “no, no, no”, over and over. I pulled back the covers to see for myself. I was still naked, but my crotch had been covered with bandages, they were wrapped around me like a mummy’s pair of briefs. I started to remove them, but the doctor stopped me. He said he would remove them for me, but I had to remain calm. I tucked my hands under my ass and let him do his work. He carefully cut down each side and underneath where my balls used to be. He slowly lifted the front piece away to reveal a smooth patch of skin, slightly red. You could never tell that there had been a cock and a pair of balls there before. I could see a plastic tube coming from between my legs into a bag on the side of the bed.

“Your parents got in the best plastic surgeon in the country to do the work. His techniques have the fastest healing times on record. And since you’ve been out for over a month, you’ve had time to heal.”

I was still in shock. I wasn’t just a eunuch, I was now a nullo. A nonsexual being. No one would want me. I could never have sex again. I was nothing. I started screaming and crying. My parents came running in and I screamed for them to get out. I was getting hysterical. The doctor quickly injected a sedative into my IV and I quieted down and then passed out.

I don’t know how long I was kept sedated. I think it was for another week or so. They’d let me wake up. Then I’d remember what happened and get hysterical again and they had to put me under. I was understandably depressed. They took the catheter out and I had to wear adult diapers for a week before I could control my bladder again. They started my HRT with injections, since I was kept on an IV. My hormone levels had dropped faster than they had expected, but it had been about two months since my balls had been removed. They had also used electro-stimulation to keep my muscles toned, a new technique created by one of my parent’s friends, a doctor researching how to prevent muscle lose in coma patients. So I was still fairly fit and toned and had not turned soft during my convalescence.

Once I had calmed down, they let me have visitors again. I found out that while I was out of it, Peter had spent days and nights waiting to find out how I was. His brother let him sit with me at night while my parents were out having dinner. They said my heart rate when up a bit when he talked to me, like I could tell he was there. Peter had stayed away while I was hysterical. He was afraid I would blame him for what happened to me since they used him as a tool to put me in a position to be raped and mutilated. When we finally got a chance to talk, I told him I was blaming myself, not him, for what happened.

Once I was physically able to leave the hospital, I spent some time in a rape recovery center. They had a small center in near the beach that specialized in male rape and genital mutilations. They helped me accept my new body. I could eventually look at myself in a mirror and see the Ken doll like person as a whole person, not just one without genitals. They got me a sex therapist that helped me understand that I wasn’t a nonsexual being. And especially since I used to get extremely sexually satisfied anally, I could, hopefully, one day enjoy it again. At first I just rolled my eyes at that one. I was raped anally, how I would ever enjoy that again I didn’t know. But I did learn the benefits of those vibrating sex toys, and luckily, my prostate wasn’t damaged.

They also got me on a regularly scheduled HRT plan. I go back to the doctor every few weeks for a new injection. I wish they had a suppository version, since I find I like having things up my ass.

I never did get a chance to ask Peter out for dinner because he asked me. He had planned on asking me out the day of the robbery. Eventually we had our date and it was wonderful. We kept dating for a few months and eventually had to have some couples counseling to help us out with some issues because both our shared trauma and mine. I found out that Peter was a nudist, but he didn’t push me into taking off my clothes. He also didn’t go nude when I was around. He was afraid I would be upset seeing that he was still intact, while I wasn’t.

We took some various couples’ massage classes that started out with me being covered and eventually working up until we took nude, erotic massage classes. He could get me dripping so much between my legs that I had to bring an extra towel to protect the table from the overflow. He liked to do yoga too, and that led us to doing the hot, nude yoga classes. All of these activities allowed me to really become comfortable and accepting of my nullo self.

I no longer avoided looking at my smooth crotch in the mirror. I eventually became so comfortable with my new body that I didn’t mind others seeing it. I did a little research and found that the Alcohol Beverage Control laws only restricted the exposure of someone’s genitals in bars. And since I didn’t have those any more, I could walk naked into and out of the bar not get arrested or cause issues for the bar owners. I went to the local Halloween Carnival as a naked Ken doll. A couple of police officers tried to arrest me, but when I quoted them chapter and verse the statutes concerning nudity, they left me alone. Peter was a little jealous of that.

When we eventually started having sex, I found out that Peter didn’t really enjoy sucking cock. He preferred rimming and fucking an ass more than anything else. We did play with a strap on and I got to fuck him with it a few times, but we both enjoyed him fucking me more than anything else. The missionary position became our most favorite because we could suck face and rub our abs together while he fucked me; without a set of cock and balls getting in the way. And now, I usually cum twice when I get fucked; the first time causes my ass muscles to tighten around his cock in my ass which applies more lube to it. And this usually causes Peter to speed up and get his nutt off, which then triggers a second orgasm for me. He’s also learned how to get me off by just licking my smooth crotch and lapping up the sperm free cum that I now have.

Brad did come back to visit, but he transferred to a college back east. His internship had lead to a great job and they helped him pay to finish his degree. He was shocked to see what happened to me, but thought I looked very hot as a muscle buffed nullo. He and Peter got a long great and we even tried a three-way a few times, with me being the gang banged center. Peter and I massaged each other’s tongues while he entered my ass in our preferred missionary style. Then Brad joined in by entering me from behind. My ass was stuffed full and I don’t think that would have been as much fun if we did it before the robbery.

I may have been robbed of my genitals; but my sex life was not stolen from me.