I am sitting down and writing about a fateful vacation trip I took awhile ago. No one on the voyage wishes to recall the events on that trip. All our lives were permanently affected by the events. Let me tell the story so that others may be warned.

I love to be nude. I hang out naked as much as possible. It is difficult to find places to socialize nude in my part of the country so I am often home alone naked. I belong to an all male social group that meets once a month where we all are naked. We are all gay or bisexual. It was at one of these socials that I learned of all male nude cruises. The fellow that had been on a couple of these cruises talked of how much fun they were, plus he went for a week with never a piece of clothing on his body. Awesome was my thoughts. He gave me the information I would need to book a cruise.

Happily I called the cruise company and was very surprised at how reasonable the price. I booked a trip for a seven day cruise. Time passed slowly, I was so anxious to get on with the cruise and get naked. Finally the four months passed and I was on my way. First, I had to travel to Florida to board the ship. The ship was actually a large motorized sailing vessel. There would be 18 vacationers including me. There was also a crew of eight. After a half day of boarding and getting the bags and supplies loaded, everything was ship shaped and the ship hauled anchor and we were under way.

We had to wait until the ship was out three miles to discard our clothing because of other passing ships. As soon as we were out far enough we all soon were naked. The crew remained clothed, which actually made it more exotic, as we felt like royalty being served by clothed servants while we were nude. We quickly made friends with each other. It was a small group with lots of common interests being nude was a big one. That first night everyone was exhausted so we went to bed early in our separate bunks.

We were all out on the deck early the next morning. Not a lot to do on a boat out in the ocean. It was not like a cruise ship with hundreds of people and all kinds of activities. We just chatted and dozed, basking in the sun. Some read books or kindles. Some chatted with crew and studied the working of the ship. I saw a few erections on guys who were napping on deck. There was little sexual tension, just a bunch of naked guys enjoying the sun and the sea. We had breakfast buffet style so you could eat whenever you decide to get up. Lunches were served in the dining cabin as a group as was dinner. Unlike some venues that require cover up for dining this group did not. So it was possible to stay totally naked the entire trip.

There were all ages from 23 to 62 and all body shapes from tight and muscular to heavy and lose. There were hairy guys and guys with no body hair, like me. There were couples and singles. The warm sun and ocean breeze got to me a couple of times and my cock became erect, but nobody cared. This was not sexual orgy situation. After that first day I did notice a few guys pairing off for bed that evening. While I met everybody I did sleep alone the second night.

It was during that second night the trip turned into a nightmare. About three in the morning we were awakened by loud noises and shouting. There was lots of banging and slamming. Everyone began exiting their rooms and making it up to the deck. As we arrived on deck we were confronted by many armed men. They had the crew tied up and kneeling on the deck. So here we are 18 naked men in front of about 10 armed men. All we could was stand there while they tied us up and sat us on deck. It appeared they had come along side our boat in another boat and boarded our ship. There seemed to be more men on the other boat. It was a ship with no sails, bigger than ours.

After we were all tied up the apparent leader of the group began to speak. He had a Jamaican accent or something like that. He said they were not pirates. They had no wish to take our money or ask for ransom. Their goal was discourage what was a sinful and decadent lifestyle in their territory. They considered this area of the ocean a part of their country. He explained in their country nudity of either sex was forbidden or homosexual sex was sinful. It was an insult to their country to have these things happens in this area. One of our group spoke up and said we didn’t know and that the cruise line planned the route. Our ship Captain also spoke up and said that was true, it was not our fault the ship was in this area of ocean. The leader said no matter whose decision the route was it was done and we were in his country’s claimed area of ocean. Our Captain started to speak again but at the point of a gun was told to shut up and he did.

The leader of the raiders then explained we would not be harmed but we would be changed as an example to others. He then signals for us to stand and move toward a gangplank that had been placed between the two boats. We were slowly lead onto the other boat, naked and with our hands tied behind us. He told the crew to stay aboard our cruise ship and stay anchored at this location as he would be bringing us back here in a few days. Armed guards were left to insure his instructions were followed and no emergency messages were sent.

On the attackers ship we were placed in a room together. It wasn’t too bad, at least it was clean and had chairs. We didn’t even think about being naked, we were too frightened to even think about being nude. Naturally we chatted about what was going to happen. Several were crying as they imagined we would be killed. But the leader said we wouldn’t be harmed, some said, but how can you trust a pirate. We sailed for I am guessing about an hour and half when we felt the ship stop. The armed guards came in to get us lined up. We were lead out of the room and down another gangplank to shore. It was still dark but we could see lights and buildings. It wasn’t a very long walk until we reached what was obviously a hospital. The guards had us enter a door marked supplies entrance. In the hall way we were taken to a freight elevator and lifted to a floor marked surgery. We passed a few staff in the halls but no one seemed to be interested in 18 tied up and naked men. It was like this was a normal occurrence. Finally we were placed in a room next to a surgery suite. There was a window looking down on the surgical table. One could watch any surgery from this window. We still had no idea what was going to become of us.

After a few minutes and after watching a lot of activity in the surgery room below, the pirate leader entered our room. He explained each one of us was going to undergo an operation. It would be completely safe and we should suffer no harm. Afterwards we would be returned to our ship to finish our cruise. However, we would be changed as punishment for our entering his countries territory with our sinful ways. Never did he say what would be done; we would have to wait until the first guy was operated on. He lined us up shortest to tallest and said this would be the order to report when the guard came to the door. I being only 5’ 7” was fourth in line.

There were several nurses and doctors in the operating room as the first of us were lead to the surgery table. We all watched at the window as our mate was laid on the table. We thought it strange as his feet and legs were placed in stirrups like for a lady’s pelvic exam. He was clean shaven all about his groin. Several shots were given in the groin area of our friend. Then the nurse coated him with that orange stuff they use in surgery. The nurse then inserted a catheter in his cock. At that point the doctor approached and instruments were laid out. Then to our shock the doctor began to cut open our friends scrotum. After he had it opened he pulled out his testicle, tied off the cords and snipped it off. Before we could gasp he had removed the other one. We all felt weak, was this our punishment to be castrated? Several guys started crying but most of use stood stunned. As bad as it was we continued to watch. The doctor did not stitch up our companion’s ball sack, but he began to outline a cut around his penis. He kept cutting until the penis was loose. He gave it a pull and it began to come out. The doctor raised the penis and laid it on the stomach. Then he began to cut inside and under the penis and as he did the nurse pulled on the penis and it kept getting longer and bloody. It was apparent the doctor was removing the entire penis, deep root and all. At one point he stopped cutting inside and cut the length of the penis along the bottom and removed the urethra with the catheter. He laid it at the bottom of the cut in the scrotum. Then he gave the penis a little tug and off it came. It was much larger than I imagined. Then the doctor made a little cut right under the sack and threaded the urethra and catheter into the hole. He sewed the tube into the hole to make a place to pee. The last thing he did was to trim the sack to help cover the hole; he then sewed up the entire area. Our companion ended up with a neat row of stitches where his penis and balls were before.

We were all speechless. We could not believe what we just saw. Then people started crying out as we realized we all were going to leave here nullos. They wheeled our friend out and came for the next of us. Just two more and I will become a nullo. Amazingly I had an erection, the hardest one I can ever remember. And as I looked around the room most in the room had hard cocks as well. Since our hands were tied behind us we could not relive ourselves and have a last cum. But we soon figure out we would have to do each other. Some guys turned so they could reach and pump another’s cock behind them. A few guys bent over so others could use their ass holes. I would soon be going in so I stayed near the door just watching the guys ahead of me lose everything.

Time seemed to fly as I watched the next two operations. Before I knew it the guard was leading me down the stairs to the operating room. I had an erection the whole time. The nurses helped me on the table; I was strangely complacent and felt weak. They lifted my legs into the stirrups and as soon as the nurse handled my cock to give me the numbing shots I came the hardest I ever have. It squirted all over my chest and stomach. The nurse smiled and said something in a foreign language I did not understand but I think she was being comforting as she cleaned me. She didn’t need to shave me as I had my entire body hair laser removed years ago. I lay there passively; I did not want to lose my balls and cock. I enjoyed sex, I wanted as much sex as I could get. But strangely I was at peace, it was going to happen and I could not stop it. The point of a gun can make things seem simpler.

I felt toughing and pulling and I heard the sounds of things (my sex parts) being dropped in a metal pan. I could have watched but I didn’t the sounds and movements were all I needed to realize what was being done. After all I had already watched three of my mates get nulled. After they were done with me I was moved to a hospital bed and rolled out of the room into the recovery area. It only took about 30 minutes to remove my manhood. Steadily the rest of the passengers filled the recovery room. Some were in a stunned state like me and others were crying quietly.

We stayed in this area the entire next day as they monitored us closely. At one point the leader of the pirates came in and told us all we would be well taken care of as they were not monsters. Then he laughed out loud and said well maybe a little, he informed us our testicles were all taken to be made into mountain oysters for him and his crew. Weirdly I thought well they weren’t going to waste. He also said our stitches were disposable and would dissolve or fall out in a couple of weeks and we should have nice neat scars. The catheters would have to stay in a few days so he showed us how to deflate the bulb holding it in and we could pull it out ourselves. Again he laughed and said so sorry but we will have to sit like a girl to pee.

The next day we were loaded on their ship and sailed back to our cruise ship. Our crew was shocked when they saw us, naked with just a bandage were our sex organs had been. They were very upset but what could they have done. We stayed right there for the day, nobody saying much. It was obvious nobody wanted to talk about what happened. I was the fifth day of our cruise before we sailed out of the pirate’s alleged territory. I kept feeling my bandage hoping it wasn’t true, that my stuff was still there. I saw others doing the same.

On the sixth day we started to talk to each other and the ship’s Captain. The cruise line for sure didn’t want this news to get out, it would destroy their business. None of us really wanted the world to know we were now nullo’s. People wouldn’t understand how we could let this happen. We would be freaks in everyone eyes. Probably be all over the news and everyone would know us. After communicating with the ships company we were offered a sizable monetary amount to stay silent. We readily agreed. We also could not report this to the authorities for the same reasons.

We went ahead a stayed the seven days. Mostly laying or sitting around looking at our flat groins. As we got off the boat people probably wondered about because we all looked so sad.

So here I am telling my story. I am sitting at the computer naked. The reminder of my nude cruise is a very smooth groin with just a hint of a scar. The doctors did very good work. I started testosterone replacement therapy to remain manly. Haven’t dated, can help but wonder if I might scare my date if we got as far as the bedroom. I wear panties now they fit better. Honestly I like the way it looks now, all smooth and neat. But I do miss sex and cumming and hanging out nude with others. And I hate sitting down to pee!