After weeks of searching, he found a group that promised to take him to the heights of ecstasy – if he could prove himself worthy. The group didn’t have a name, and their website gave only vague details about what members would experience, but it was enough to entice John to email them and ask to attend the next meeting.

Within a few hours, he received an email with a date and address. The message instructed John to arrive completely naked in preparation for his initial inspection. If the other members judged him fit, they would allow him to attend their meeting and learn more.

John drove to the address at the instructed time wearing only a pair of swim trunks. He was worried someone would figure out he wasn’t headed home from the beach, but the hardon between his legs compelled him to drive on. When he arrived, he looked around to make sure the street was deserted, then pulled down his trunks and stepped out of his car.

It was early evening, so there was just enough light for John to find his way to the door he was looking for. He knocked quietly three times, then waited for someone to answer. After what seemed like an unbearable eternity, the door cracked open and a voiced called out for John to step in.

The room inside was large and dimly lit except for a bright spotlight in the center of the room. Crowded along the walls were about two dozen men in various stages of undress. John felt their eyes settling on him as he was ushered into the spotlight and instructed to present himself for inspection.

John was not very experienced sexually, but not for lack of confidence in his body. At 6’2, John stood tall over most other men. Unlike most other men his height, his cock and balls also matched his size. A thick 7 inch dick stood at attention between his legs above a pink sack that hung several inches lower. Both were covered in thick blond hair that glistened under the harsh light above.

Out of the crowd, a voice spoke to him.

“You have asked to join our organization and learn how we achieve the ultimate in sexual desire.” John nodded as the men around him took in his body with their eyes.

“In order to do this, you must be willing to prove your manhood, which means making certain sacrifices if necessary. Everyone in this group is a willing participant and is expected to adhere to whatever agreements he consents to. Do you agree to do the same?”

“Yes, I do,” John said, wondering what the sacrifices he would be asked to make were.

“Very well,” the voice said. “Does anyone here object to this candidate?”

The room fell silent around John. A few men pointed at his penis, but no one spoke a word.

“John, you have been accepted as a member of our group. What we do here is sometimes dark and sometimes very painful, but you would not be here if that is not something you were looking for.” With that the light above John’s head expanded so that the entire room was lit. A young man in tight jeans and a tank top stepped forward and pulled John to the side of the room to join the rest of the crowd.

“Tonight we begin with a ball busting match. Who would like to volunteer first?” John could now see the man behind the voice, standing on the other side of the room. He was in his early 30’s, with dark brown hair and lightly tanned skin. He was wearing a pair of gym shorts that outlined his long manhood very well.

Two men stepped forward. Both were in their mid 20’s and completely naked. The first one was short but extremely muscular. His penis was uncut and surrounded by a light layer of black pubic hair. A tight nutsac fell just below his dick. The second was slightly taller and less muscular, but his cut penis was larger and his balls hung much lower.

“Mark and Brian have agreed to this event tonight,” the man across the room said. “Mark, what do you wager?”

“My foreskin,” the short man said.

“Good, that should be interesting,” the announcer said. “And Brian, what do you wager?”

“One inch from my nutsac,” he replied.

The announcer’s eyes lit up. “You’ve both wagered much tonight. The rules are the same as always. You will each have an opportunity to punch the other in the balls, then the other will have his chance on yours. You will continue until one of you falls to the ground or forfeits the match. Our trusted doctor stands ready to help the victor claim his prize.”

He stepped back, raised his hands into the air, then shouted, “Begin!”

Mark stepped forward and rolled his right hand into a tight fist. Brian stood at attention, ready for the impending blow to his precious nuts. Mark glared into Brian’s eyes, then brought his fist directly into Brian’s scrotum. Brian let out a loud yelp but managed to hold his ground.

Brian next approached Mark, but instead of making a fist, he placed his right hand on Mark’s shoulder, raised his left leg into the air at a 90 degree angle, then plunged it into Mark’s groin. His already tight balls coiled up into his abdomen as he gasped for air while screaming out in agony.

The two continued exchanging blows, taking turns using their fists and knees. Near the end, both were covered in sweat and their sacs were purple and clearly swollen. John had read about these types of fights before, but to witness one firsthand was much more satisfying. Thick drops of precum fell out from his straining cock as he watched.

After fifteen minutes, Brian delivered a blow that knocked Mark on his knees. Mark cried out in pain as he hit the floor. The men around the room began whispering as a man in blue medical scrubs approached him. John wondered if this was the doctor the announcer had mentioned before.

“Poor Mark has lost our first match tonight. Mark, you wagered your foreskin if you lost, but since you fell onto your knees and not the floor, I think we can make a compromise.” Mark looked up into the announcer’s eyes as tears began rolling down his cheeks.

“Doctor, can you remove only a small part of Mark’s foreskin, instead of all of it?”

“Yes,” the man in the scrubs said, “but the remaining foreskin would be very tight and would restrict the shaft when he was erect.”

“Sounds uncomfortable,” the announcer said in a slightly mocking tone. “Very well, remove about one millimeter of foreskin from the underside of Mark’s cock. That should force the penis to bend downwards when erect, yes?”

The doctor nodded in agreement and told Mark to stand up and follow him. The two men walked into an adjoining room, which shared a wall of thick glass with the room John was in. Inside a light came on and the men crowded at the wall to look in to see the procedure Mark was about to endure.

The doctor laid Mark down onto a table in the center of the room. From what John could see, there were surgical instruments on a table near him. From above, John heard the doctor’s voice emanate from a pair of large black speakers.

“I will begin by injecting Mark with a local anesthetic.” He sanitized the skin, then pressed a small needle into the shaft of Mark’s limp penis, then waited for the medicine to take effect.

“The area has been properly numbed, so we can now begin.” He took Mark’s penis into his hand and pressed the cockhead inward so that the foreskin was in between his index finger and thumb. He next took a scalpel from the tray beside him and pressed it against the underside of Mark’s penis.

John was horrified by what was happening, but his cock was harder than ever. He was amazed that the entire time Mark remained still on the table without struggling or crying out for the doctor to stop. He wondered if one day he would have to endure a similar procedure, and if he would be man enough to go through it as Mark was doing.

The doctor gently created two slits in the foreskin beneath Mark’s penis. He pulled the excised flap of skin away from the body, then stitched the remaining edges together. The cuts had been made at an angle that narrowed towards the head, so as the foreskin was sewn together, the cockhead angled downwards with the tightened skin.

His work done, the doctor stepped away from the table. “Mark, you will need to refrain from sexual activity for several weeks, and you will need to remain flaccid while your sutures heal. I’ll give you some pills that will temporarily remove your ability to get an erection to help with that. Once you’ve healed, your foreskin will pull your cockhead down whenever you are hard. This will be very uncomfortable since the foreskin is now too tight to slide over your head. I would suggest you only bottom from now on, since fucking anyone will cause you extreme pain.”

Mark slowly lifted himself off the table, then left the surgical room and rejoined the crowd. Behind John the announcer was gathering everyone back to attention.

“Brian, you have won our first ball busting match. You can stop now, or you can endure another round with another volunteer. What would you like to do?”

“I’ll go another round,” Brian said. “Same wager.”

“Excellent. Do we have any volunteers?”

A man in his mid 30’s stepped forward and said he wanted to bring Brian down. The crowed cheered for him as he took off his clothes and exposed his muscled frame.

“And what do you wager, Alex?”

“My left nipple.”

“Alright, you both know the routine. First one down looses the match. Go!”

The two men began taking turns punching each other’s balls. Brian was clearly at a disadvantage, but John understood he wanted to prove his manhood by enduring two rounds of busting. Alex finally hit a blow to Brian’s swollen sac though that took the strength from his body. Brian collapsed onto the ground, cupping his aching nuts.

“Ah, looks like Brian has lost this round. I suggest you get used to those tight nuts, my friend, because I think our doctor is about ready to make them stay there.”

The doctor ushered Brian into the surgical room next door as the crowd again gathered outside the window. The doctor’s voice again appeared from the speakers above as he shaved, then anesthetized Brian’s scrotum.

“Normally I would wait for this swelling to go down, but I don’t believe it should significantly affect your healing.” Brian raised his hands to his face, dreading the procedure the doctor was beginning.

“When shortening the scrotum, we often remove skin from the front using the natural fold between the testicles as a guide. Instead, I’m going to remove the skin from the underside of your scrotum.”

The doctor gently pressed Brian’s testicles up over his penis to expose the underside of the scrotal sac. He then cut a one inch flap of skin running down towards the perineum. Just as he had sewn Mark’s split foreskin back together, he then reconnected the split sides of Brian’s scrotum.

“When this heals, your scrotum will be quite a bit shorter. You’ll also notice the testicles will be pulled down and back towards your anus. When you sit down, you’ll almost always end up sitting on the edge of your testicles. But don’t worry, you’ll become accustomed to the pain in time.”

John heard a few men muttering about how low Brian’s sac used to hang when he fucked a guy. They joked that he would now be banging his sac against any guy’s ass if he tried to fuck one.

“And now,” the announcer said, “I think it is time for our newest member to join the game.” Everyone looked at John as he stood to attention. He was scared by the memory of what had happened to Mark and Brian, but he knew this is why he had joined the group.

“Step into the center of the room, John.” John slowly walked forward as instructed.

“It is customary for a new member to make a serious wager during his first match, one that we as a group decide for him. If you do not want to accept it, you do not have to proceed, but you will have to leave our group. We only accept real men here.”

“Okay,” John said quietly, “what is the wager?”

“Actually, I’m going to give you a choice tonight, John. You can either be castrated …” He paused to allow the full effect to sink in. “… or you can lose your penis.”

John’s jaw dropped in horror. If he lost his testicles, he would never be able to cum again. But if he lost his penis, he’d have nothing to shoot his cum with.

“Don’t worry too much John, other men have faced worse choices. But what is your decision?”

John agonized over the wager. What he was certain of was that leaving the group was not an option.

“I wager my penis.” The crow erupted in applause.

“Very bold, John. From what I can see, that’s a lot of dick to lose. But before you commit, I should tell you that you wont be ball busting for your dick tonight.” John stared at the announcer, wondering what his challenge would be.

“Instead, you will have to prove you are a true man by submitting to another man’s control over your dick.” The announcer waved behind himself. “Behind me are four men, all with dicks as big as yours or bigger. They will each have one minute on your ass. For each man that cums while fucking you, you will loose two inches of your dick.”

John felt his penis going soft very quickly. He had expected to be asked to endure a wailing on his nuts, not bottom for a group of strangers. Worse though was knowing that he would have no control over how many of them would cum by fucking his virgin ass.

“Do you agree?” the announcer asked.

“Yes, I agree.”

“Good. Now I should also mention that these men have quite the incentive to cum inside you. These men have also made their own wager; if they do not cum after one minute, they will be castrated and their entire penises will be removed.”

John cursed under his breath. Before he thought he might be able to somehow keep the men from cumming, but now he knew they’d be pounding his ass in a furious effort to save their own cocks and balls.

“You don’t need to do much, John, just give that sweet ass up for our friends here. Now step over here and we’ll strap you in.”

A pair of men rolled a wood device into the center of the room. There was a plank across the top and four pads on either side at the front and the back. John was spread over the device so that he was locked into a position on all fours. Straps attached to each pad would ensure he could not move as the men reamed him.

“Alright, John is strapped in and ready to go. Let’s see how much of a man he really is. Paul, since you have the largest dick, you can take this guy’s ass first.”

John raised his head and saw a man leave the group behind the announcer. As he came closer, he guessed the man measured 9 inches semi-hard. How hard he would be when fully erect, John couldn’t imagine.

“Now Paul submitted to the same forfeit that Mark did a few months ago. As you can see, his foreskin has also been tightened so that fucking John will not be a pleasurable thing. Paul, it’s up to you to decide what’s more painful – this, or losing that pretty dick of yours.”

Paul grunted an acknowledgement and knelt behind John. He was presented with a bottle of lubricant, which he smeared over his now fully hard cock.

“None for that bitch ass of yours,” he whispered to John, “I’m gonna make sure your hole is tight enough to pull the cum out of me.” Before John could react, Paul pressed his throbbing cockhead against John’s puckered hole, ready to go as soon as the announcer told him to start.

“And … go!”

Paul thrusted forward and forced his penis all the way inside John’s virgin hole in one sharp motion. John had never experienced so much pain and wailed as Paul moved in and out so quickly that there didn’t seem to be any pause between the sound of his balls smacking John’s ass.

Sweat beaded down Paul’s forehead as he looked at the announcer, who was holding a stopwatch to keep count of the seconds.

“Five … four … three …”

Paul pounded John harder, trying desperately to force an orgasm, but he was too late.

“Two … one. Paul, I’m sorry but you’ve lost.”

Paul pulled out and swore at the announcer.

“No way man, you’re not making me a nullo bitch!”

The announcer motioned to a pair of muscular men to his side. They stepped forward and grabbed Paul, dragging him to the side of the room.

“For that outburst, you will be fucked by whoever here wants you, until your procedure. Get used to taking it up the ass like a real bitch, because you certainly won’t be fucking anyone else anymore.”

The crowd roared in laughter as men gathered around Paul and began taking turns on his ass. John welcomed the distraction it afforded, as it gave his ass time to recover from its brutal rape.

“Our next volunteer is James.”

From the group behind the announcer, and short man stepped forward. He was covered with black bushy hair, which was even thicker around his penis. At first John thought the man was circumcised, but as he came closer, he realized the man in fact had no glans. The shaft of his penis arched upward and ended in a small flat surface with a slit in the center.

“James here sacrificed his cockhead last year. We offered to leave the foreskin, since it might hide his missing inch, but he chose to have that removed as well so everyone could see what a man he was.”

John wondered how a man with no cockhead could orgasm. Sure, rubbing the shaft of the penis always felt good, but it was the head that was most sensitive. He prayed James would time out like Paul and spare John another two inches.

The announcer instructed James to begin and John instantly felt the oddly shaped dick inside him. Rather than gliding in and out as Paul had done, James instead remained almost entirely within John’s ass, pressing the underside of his cock against John’s hold. Clearly, he knew how to work with his mutilated dick.

“Fifteen … fourteen … thirteen …”

James suddenly stopped and pressed hard and deep into John. He felt something warm pouring inside him, burning his already smarting insides. With horror he realized that James had cum, and John was now going to lose two inches of his manhood.

“Good work James. Why don’t you take a turn on Paul’s ass when you’re up for it?”

James pulled out and walked over to the line that had now formed behind Paul. The doomed man was on all fours much like John, struggling to free himself as the men around him held him down. They were going to make sure he took his punishment like a man - while he still was one.

“Next is Peter,” the announcer said, calling the next volunteer forward. The dick between Peter’s legs was only slightly longer than John’s, but below it there was no nutsac. John wondered how the man could volunteer to be castrated if he had no nuts.

The announcer saw the look of surprise on John’s face and responded, “Peter here wagered his scrotum, but not his testicles. It was a clever wager, in fact. You can’t see them but Peter’s balls rest just inside his abdomen. It was quite the challenge for the doctor to remove the scrotal sac and shorten the cords enough so they’d stay inside him.”

The announcer pointed at Peter to begin and John felt the now familiar sensation of a hard cock sliding into his ass. With each thrust Peter wailed as the balls inside his belly were smashed against John’s ass. John tried to loosen his already aching hole, hoping it would make it less pleasing to Peter.

As the clock ticked down, John was certain Peter wouldn’t last. But at five seconds, Peter let out a scream as thick cum poured into John’s ass. When he pulled out, the two loads of jizz began dripping out of John’s loosened hole. He wondered if he would ever be able to close it tightly again.

“Well Peter, you can keep those balls safely hidden away for another night,” the announcer said, “but your gain is John’s loss. Look’s like you’re looking four inches, John.”

Tears began rolling down John’s sweating face. The pain of the brutal rapes and the thought of losing so much of his dick was overwhelming.

“Cheer up, John, there’s only one man left. Let’s hope he’s not a minute man.”

The final volunteer stepped forward and approached John. His penis looked about 10 inches long, but it was hard to tell because of the head. Instead of a single cockhead, the mean had two smaller ones emerging from the shaft.

“Philip offered to bifurcate his cockhead, John. Thanks to some ingenious tissue placement, his head is now twice as wide as it was before. It should make the experience very interesting.”

With that he started the clock and Philip thrust deep into John’s ass. John estimated the head must have been at least three inches across from the way it felt, and he gave thanks that Philip didn’t pull completely out as the thrust into John. Having the monstrous head pushing in and out each time would have certainly torn John’s hole apart.

The other men had cum at almost the last second, but Philip screamed his victory in less than twenty seconds. Philip didn’t shoot much cum into John, but he knew Philip would walk away the real man. John sighed as he realized he had lost another two inches of his dick.

The announcer waved at a man to release John and stand him up. The cum inside him began pouring out of John’s reamed hole. The thought of losing his dick was made all the more humiliating by having the seed of three other men sliding down his trembling legs for everyone around him to see.

“John, three men came inside you, which means you will lose six inches from your dick. I’d say the remaining one inch would be just enough to spare your cock head. On the bright side, you will still have your balls, for what they’re worth.” The men around him began laughing, then hushed as the announcer spoke again.

“If you like, the doctor can remove the entire shaft. There’s really no way you will ever be able to fuck with only a cockhead for a dick stump, and the constant rubbing of the glans inside your clothes will no doubt be maddening.”

John considered the announcer’s offer but decided a one inch dick was better than none.

“I’ll keep my cockhead, thanks.”

“Okay, your choice. Now I’m afraid that since your foreskin attaches about halfway down your shaft, you’ll have to give that up as part of the wager.” John nodded in agreement. The doctor walked up behind him and ushered him into the surgical room.

“Now John, I’ve done this many times before. The sensation is unusual, but there will be no pain. And you’ll still have an intact urinary system, although you will have to sit on a toilet to urinate from now on.”

The impact of what John was submitting to began to sink in. It was one thing to walk around a locker room with a small penis, but having only a cockhead would surely draw stares. How would he explain his inability to use a urinal?

“I’m going to sanitize the area, then inject you with an anesthetic, okay?” John nodded as the needle went into his shaft. He noticed an erection forming, a reaction to the injection the doctor had given him.

“I’m going to insert a rod into your urethra now. This will hold the shaft in place as I remove the penis.”

The doctor placed a long, thin rod against John’s peehole, then gently pressed it in. John felt a slight stinging but no pain.

“Since we want to preserve the head, I’m going to cut in three stages. First, I’m going to remove your foreskin. Second, I’m going to remove the head of the penis. Finally, I will remove the shaft itself, then reattach the head to the underlying muscles.”

The circumcision was over quickly, not surprising as there was no need for precision or cosmetic appearance. The shaft would soon be discarded, along with any incisions from the removal of John’s foreskin.

“I’m now going to remove the glans.” The doctor pressed a scalpel just below the coronal edge of John’s penis. John felt the pressure of the blade going deep into his tissue. He wondered if this is what James had experienced.

“Okay, the glans is now detached. Now comes the final cut. John, we typically offer a man a final orgasm as the shaft is removed. Would you like that?”

“Yes, please,” John whispered.

“Now you won’t be able to feel any stimulation of your penis, so I’m afraid the only option is electric shock to the prostate. I doubt we’ll have any problem sliding the electrode inside your now.”

The doctor stepped away and returned with a small black box with a shiny silver probe attached by an electric wire. He slowly inserted the probe through John’s cum-soaked hole until it pressed against the prostate.

“I’m going to leave the current low until the shaft is nearly completely severed, then I’ll increase it as I pull your penis off. I’ve got a good idea of what current is needed to make a man shoot.”

The doctor turned the dial on the box and John felt a burning sensation inside his ass. It wasn’t painful and it quickly became a pleasurable feeling. John raised his head slightly and watched as the doctor pressed the scalpel around the based of John’s once impressive cock. By now he had accepted his fate and was waiting for the sweet release of his orgasm.

“Okay, John, I’m increasing the current.” The doctor turned the dial higher and John convulsed as waves of pleasure shot through his body. When it was clear he was about to cum, the doctor pulled the shaft up and removed the rod from John’s body. Warm jizz shot out of John’s mutilated urethra just in time to land on his severed cock.

“That must have been very nice, John. Once I reattach your cockhead, you’ll be able to orgasm again, but you’ll probably need to resort to some form of anal stimulation to make it happen.”

The doctor worked carefully to join John’s moist cockhead to where the base of his penis used to be. When he was finished, the coronal ridge rested snuggly against John’s abdomen.

“What are you going to do with my cock?” John asked.

“Normally we dispose of it, unless the member wants it back for some reason. In this case, I think we have other plans.” The doctor rinsed John’s severed penis in a sink by the door, then walked into the main room. He moved to the front of the line where Paul was being fucked and forced John’s severed member into the man’s ass.

“This stays in until you are nullified, my friend. To remind you of what you will become.” The two men holding Paul down forced him to his feet and back to the center of the room.

“We could have used surgery and anesthetic to remove your genitals, but your refusal to meet your wager changed that,” the announcer said. “Put him on his back!”

The men around Paul forced him onto the floor and held him down with his arms and legs spread apart. Another man stepped forward and pulled his cock up against his body so that his nutsac hung down between his legs.

The announcer stepped forward and raised his foot into the air. “Say goodbye to your balls, Paul.” In one forceful motion he brought his leg down onto Paul’s scrotum. Paul roared in agony as the soft balls inside were reduced to a pulpy mass of bloody tissue and cum that would never be ejaculated.

“And now, it’s time for the prick to lose his dick.”

The doctor stepped forward, took Paul’s dick in his hand, then began cutting around the base of the penis and the scrotum.

“The material inside his ballsac would become septic if we left it, so everything must go,” he commented. Paul writhed in agony as the blade ripped into his flesh and tore his manhood away. The once proud man had been reduced to a dickless shell with nothing to mark his sex.

“Take him into the other room. I’ll need to sew up the urethra so he can piss.” Paul sobbed as he was carried away and his dick was thrown into a corner.

John continued attending the group, even though it had cost him most of his dick and it took him six weeks to regain the use of his anus. He lost only one ball busting match after that, which cost him his left testicle. Without a dick, John accepted his role as a bottom and made his ass available to the other members in the group.

Eventually he decided to have his cockhead removed, as the constant sensation of clothing rubbing against it was too much for him to handle. He also had his one remaining ball taken out, since it didn’t do him any good without a way to shoot his dwindling load.

He knew that men outside the group who saw him naked could never imagine what had happened to take away his genitals. Secretly, he knew that he had proven he was a real man by giving up the things that made him one.