The membership had grown considerably in the six months since the club was formed. We all dressed similarly on our Friday evening get togethers, open collar shirt and snug fitting trousers, such as stone washed jeans, and a sport coat or other waist length jacket. The jacket was usually removed once we arrived at the bar since it was no longer necessary to hide the front of the trousers. Some of the guys wore business attire since they came directly from work. In any case, the trousers were all modified in the same way. The front of the pants where the zipper would normally be was cut away in an oval shape from just below the belt buckle all the way down below the crotch thereby fully exposing the guy’ genitals, including his testicles and pubic hair. No one wore any underwear.

Some of the club members were gay and some straight. Some guys brought their kids as well, boys or girls as young as 12 or 14. The boys were dressed similarly to their dads, with their dicks and nuts exposed. The girls simply wore short skirts with no underwear. The boy’s pants and most of the gay guy’s pants were also split open at the butt all the way up to the top of the back pocket to allow for easy access to the anus for fucking. Those without the split didn’t want to be fucked. The guys in suits and ties also had a kind of bib affair of the same material with a zipper in it that fitted over the crotch of their pants with Velcro so they could cover up while at work. Once they arrived at the bar they could remove the ‘bib’ simply by grabbing a tab under the crotch and stripping it off.

‘Cocky Hour at Cochrans’ we called it, 5:30 to 9:30 every Friday night. It started innocently enough. A couple of guys got drunk and started bragging about their ‘size’ and ended up whipping it out to do a comparison. Pretty soon all the guys had theirs out and were jacking themselves hard and measuring their length. Cocks ranged from about 5 and half to about 9 inches that night. The following Friday night, the ‘winners’ of the size contest (there were two 9 inchers) left their cocks out after pissing just to show off what a real man’s danglers looked like, and an institution was born. ‘Cocky Hour’ now included about 15 guys and maybe five or six kids, mostly boys but a couple of girls as well. Older women were not included for some reason. Nobody quite knew why. If an adult woman or some of the wives of the married guys wanted to join nobody would have stopped them, except they’d have had to go without underwear and expose their cunts like everybody else. The younger girls didn’t seem to mind this. They thought it was fun to expose their pussies and they loved seeing all the guy’s dicks and some of the boy’s dicks too.

The adult ‘members’ (pardon the pun) of the club all had pretty impressive cocks. Few of the smaller guys from the first night, except a couple of the gay guys, felt like returning as regulars. So the membership devolved to those who were proud of their cocks, if they had one, or who wanted to worship other guy’s cocks if they weren’t, or didn’t. Still there was a variety of shapes and sizes. Some cocks were long, like the nine inchers, some were thick, some were particularly beautifully shaped, most of the boys cocks fell into that category. Other’s were veiny and some were mounted on a particularly lush bed of pubic hair. All the males, boys and men, wore cock rings as well in order to enhance their erections and keep them that way as long as possible. They boys didn’t really have a problem staying erect, but the point of the club was to display the genitals and cock rings helped to set the genitals off from the rest of each person’s body, and allowed them to be more easily ‘objectified’ as a sort of entity separate from the person himself.

One of the rules was that anybody was allowed to manipulate or fondle any guy’s cock or testicles that they wished to. If a guy walked by and you thought it would be nice to feel his dick or his nuts, you just reached out and grabbed it, or them, and did what you liked with them. The guy was supposed to stop in his tracks and let you feel him up to your hearts content. He could tell you he had some business across the room and ask if you if he could continue on his way, but he had to stay there until you released him.

Sometimes your ‘minipulator’ might ask if he could masturbate you, play with your cock and your balls ‘till you came. You might indicate that you were hoping to fuck somebody later and wanted to save it for then, but the polite thing was to allow yourself to be masturbated, and most guys, if asked, would agree to this. Besides, it felt good and was sexy for everyone to watch. Lot’s of seed was spilled on ‘cocky hour’ nights. There were plenty of drinks, except for the children of course, and snacks and good conversation as any party will have, but there was also lots of sex, and somebody fucking or cumming most of the time. Nobody left ‘cocky hour’ unsatisfied sexually. Even the little girls. They usually got fucked pretty thoroughly by several guys and not a few of the boys, sometimes including their own fathers, before the evening was over.

I watched one of the men talking to one of the girls. She was about 14 I would say, and he was maybe 35 or so, maybe a little older. He was discussing pop music with her trying to determine which bands were popular at that time and trying to see if she knew any of the bands he’d liked in the past. While he talked he fingered her pussy. He’d say something about the bands but he’d be looking down at her crotch with two fingers hooked up into her body and pressing and flicking her clit with his thumb. He himself was hard as a rock, but he just let it stick up without touching it. She seemed to be enjoying the sensations because her juices were flowing all over his fingers and dripping down her bare legs. After awhile she lost her train of thought and stiffened against his hand. He looked her in the eyes and watched her cum. She lifted her head and winced in orgasmic bliss as he continued prodding her sex. She eventually dropped back down on her heels, her orgasm having subsided, and he gave her a little kiss, patted her on the butt, and sent her on her way to the next guy to be fucked again.

The fathers didn’t seem to mind if their daughters, or their sons for that matter, got fucked multiple times throughout the evening. I saw one girl, for example, sandwiched between two guys one plowing her cunt and the other up her ass. She was giggling uncontrollably and her feet were off the floor the whole time until they both came in her body almost at the same time, leaving her dripping with copious amounts of semen from both her holes. After they left her to go get another drink she had to grab a bar towel to wipe the excess cum off her pussy and her ass and off the insides of her thighs. But as soon as she had dried herself off she went looking for another cock to sit on or suck.

If the girls were insatiable, the boys were equally so. I saw one kid about twelve impaled on a huge cock up his ass while sitting in the guy’s lap. Another guy was standing next to them shoving his dick in the kids mouth, and a third guy was licking and sucking on his little prick, all at the same time. I watched this lascivious scene quite mesmerized until the mouth fucker finally came all over the kid’s face, shortly after which the boy himself popped out a few nice little gobs of sperm onto his belly, and then concentrated on helping his ass fucker to come by bobbing up and down on the enormous cock with his butt. Finally the guy fucking him held the boy still, clenched tightly to his groin, so he could pump his seed into the kid’s ass and fill up his little guts with his spermy semen. Pretty soon the guy underneath slumped back and relaxed and the boy asked if he was done, and could he pull himself up off his cock and go get a coke ‘cause he was thirsty. The guy stood up before he let the kid off, and held the boy next to his belly for a second before lifting him off his cock and setting him down gently on his feet on the floor. The boy then walked away nonchalantly but turned and waved at the guy with a smile on his cute face.

There were lots of scenes like that throughout the evening. Also lots of guys just lolling around with their dicks sticking out or up. One guy was sitting on a bar stool with one leg hooked up near the top rung of the stool next to him just showing off his nicely swollen red cock and balls. He’d reach down once in awhile in the middle of his conversation and pull on himself or squeeze his balls and pinch his scrotum. Eventually he reached over and grabbed a clean cocktail glass and held it out at the end of his penis and came into it, successfully guiding most of his come into the glass, gritting his teeth to hold himself steady while he did it. Once his glands were empty of his seed, he handed the glass to one of the girls to see if she wanted to taste the contents. She sniffed at it and grimaced and passed the glass to one of the boys. He was about sixteen I would guess. He didn’t hesitate. He toasted the glass in the contributor’s direction and downed it all in one or two gulps. He even cleaned out the glass with his finger and licked that off as well, smiling at everybody but mostly at the guy whose cum he was eating, who he obviously had a big crush on. The guy looked at the kid in surprise and gestured him over for a chat after he’d put the cleaned-out glass back on the bar. I guess he thought the kid would make a nice little fuck buddy and maybe wanted to set up some dates to get together later. The kid himself seemed thrilled by this new attention from the hot older guy. He sat on the guy’s leg straddling it and pressing his cock and balls against it repeatedly trying to make himself cum I suppose. The guy just held onto the boy, and helped steady him while he masturbated against his leg. Finally the kid stuck his chin out and up and kind of choked out a big sigh as he shot up, way up, into the air and down onto the guy’s shirt, over and over. He finally looked down at the mess he’d made, but the guy didn’t mind at all. He was laughing and looking at the boys sperm all over his nice dress shirt and sliming it around, and saying, ‘Jeeze, look at this mess! You sure are a potent little fucker aren’t you?! He gave the boy a nice long kiss and then the kid slid off the guys leg and sat on the stool next to him and they continued their conversation, cum drying to stiffness on the guy’s nice blue shirt.

The highlight of the evening though was the man or boy who lost the ‘raffle’ and consequently had to allow himself to be castrated at the end of the evening. If a girl lost the raffle she’d just have to spread her legs while her clit was removed so she couldn’t come so easily anymore. Everyone who agreed to be a member of the club and enjoy the delightfully sexy goings on understood that this was the risk they were taking. They were all extremely excited about the prospect of watching one of the men sitting there on the little bandstand in front of everybody while his manhood, or in the case of the boys, his budding manhood, was destroyed forever. In fact I forgot to mention that several of the older guys, and one of the boys, were already nutless from prior sessions of the ‘cocky hour’. Those guys, and one of the girls, about 13 who no longer had a clitoris but just a deeper hole where it had once been, were very popular subjects of manipulation and masturbation. It was a real curiosity for everyone to watch one of these freshly emasculated eunuchs or sexually diminished girls, be slowly masturbated over a much longer period of time than had been necessary for their far randier selves prior to their sexual mutilations. And If you’re wondering why the fathers would allow their offspring to be tortured in this way, you’d have to understand the kind of perversity that these people were capable of. In the case of the boys, their dads in most cases had already collected copious amounts of their kid’s sperm before hand and had banked it against the day he’d want to start a family of his own. The girls of course were still capable of child bearing even without out their clits, and it was just such a sexy thrill to see their budding little pussies destroyed in that way that nobody put up much resistance, even the girls themselves for some unknown reason.

The loser tonight was one of the businessmen - a young guy about 24 or so. He was a trader at one of the Wall Street brokerage firms. I breathed a sigh of relief that it wasn’t me that had the losing ticket, but this guy didn’t seem upset at all. He seemed thrilled at the idea of having his testicles removed in front of everybody. He’d taken off his jacket and tie already and now he removed his shoes and socks and also his pants. He sat in a wooden armchair on the slightly elevated platform naked below the waist. The emasculator was a nurse, actually a nurse practitioner, who had lots of experience in medical castrations and the only adult female in the room. She was not a member of the club but just to be polite she was naked below the short sweater set she was wearing upper body. She seemed to get off on the idea of castrating this good looking young guy, because she reached down and twiddled her sex occasionally as she adjusted the equipment. She was clearly aroused, as was the soon-to-be-eunuch himself. The emasculator spread the victims legs apart and tied them to the chair legs below his knees to keep them spread throughout the procedure.

With his legs spread suitably apart, the castratee was asked to pull his cock up and hold it against his belly so his balls would stick out nicely in front of his groin. It was fairly cool in the room so his nuts were not drooping but were held in a tight double round package against his crotch and within their scrotal containers. The procedure used for testicle removal by the ‘cocky hour’ club was almost painless. It was a recently developed instrument, called a Scrotal Probe, designed for treatment of testicular cancers. The probe looked remarkably like a stainless steel screwdriver handle where the driver bit was actually a conduit that snaked back to a device on the floor about the size of a home computer. Once the device was activated, the tip of the probe (i.e. the butt end of the ‘screwdriver’) would emit a series of ultrasonic vibrations whose focus could be directed into the center of man’s testicles thereby gently ‘crushing’ the tissues and liquefying them into a pulpy mass. Once the testicles had been masticated within the scrotum, it was a simple matter to insert a hypodermic needle into the ball sac and draw the plunger back to suck out the pulverized material. The spermatic chords, nerve channels and blood vessels could be left there ending in nothing and would eventually atrophy on their own leaving the scrotal sacs empty and deflated, and their owner no longer a man in any real sense.

Another benefit of this method of castration is that the sensation for the ‘victim’ of having his balls liquefied in this manner was intensely pleasurable. It was painful, of course, and it left a gut wrenching ache in his lower abdomen, but at the same time the balls themselves as they deteriorated under the sonic onslaught tingled and buzzed with an exquisite feeling of release, like a tight ball of rubber bands suddenly allowed to unwind. It was literally the sensation of ‘getting one’s rocks off’, but permanently in this case. Inevitably the subject of such a mind bending experience, assuming he was conscious at the time as our ‘victim’ was, would reach orgasm and ejaculate at the point that his testicles were completely ruined and his ball sac no longer a proudly rounded container of his reproductive potential but a loose bag of sloppy mush.

The nurse had turned on and warmed up the probe. She now asked the ‘victim’ if he was ready. He told her to ‘go for it’. The nurse placed the probe against the man’s left testicle first and moved it around and around the outer skin, then over the right one the same way, then back and forth to ensure that they both died at the same time. The guy sucked in his breath with a hiss and lifted his chin, “Oww, Ohhhh……God that feels weird! Ewww, ouch, god, it hurts like hell! Ohhhh…keep going though, it feels really good on my balls. Ohhhh, man! I can feel that all the way to my toes. Shhhhit! Look! They’re collapsing! My nuts are pulping away to nothing! Oh, my god they’re gone! Let me feel em. God it’s all squishy. There’s nothing but soup in there. Man, that’s too much! Is it done?”

The nurse replied that she needed to run the probe over his ball sac one more time to masticate any of the smaller pieces that might still remain, which she began doing. “Ohhhh….Ohhhhh…Man that feels so good. I can’t feel it in my stomach at all anymore, it’s just that buzzing in my balls, or my sac anyway. Ohhhh…..I’m gonna cum….Ohhh…..Fuccckkkk! Christ! Ahhhhowww!” The man exclaimed as he shot his last load of spermy semen into the air. It shot right up into his face and dripped down his mouth and down his chest. His copious chest hair was thick with the globs of it as it dripped down toward his belly button. “Ohh, my god! That was the best cum I’ve every had. Wow! God I wish I could do that again. But I guess that’s it for me. I guess I’m a eunuch now, right.

“That’s right!” the nurse replied as the rapt audience clapped and cheered. “I need to siphon off the residual fluid now though. You would most likely develop an intra scrotal infection if the dead material isn’t removed.”

“Ok, will it hurt?”

“It’ll sting a bit as I poke through the scrotum into the mass. I’ll put some local anesthetic on there if you like.”

“No, just go in there and get it. I can stand a piercing. I’ve had a few of those. I’m Ok with that.”

Nevertheless he winced as the nurse plunged the needle first into the left side of the scrotum to draw out the purplish mass that had been his reproductive organ moments before, and then another needle to remove the similar fluid from the right side as well. she passed the large plungers around the audience so everyone could see what the crushed testicles looked like in their liquefied state. The boys especially were fascinated by the loose streams of fleshy and somewhat bloody stuff inside. It looked quite like something drawn from the bottom of baking pan after a chicken had been cooking in it for a few hours. The girls, on the other hand, didn’t seem to be interested. Or else they were too squeamish to look.

“Ok, that’s it for the night,” the proprietor called out. “Anybody who wants to check out Mat’s empty scrotum come on up, but otherwise we’re going to close shop for a half hour in about ten minutes to set up for the evening trade. We’re expecting a large party tonight from the conference at the hotel next door.”

Most of the club members came up to the stage to have a look and a feel of Mat’s altered sex. He stood accommodatingly with his legs spread so that the boys, particularly, and the two girls, could have a close look at his empty scrotum and to pinch it and also punch him there to see if he would feel it in his stomach, which he didn’t. Not anymore. He laughed about that and taunted the boys to hit him harder. He even got one of the boys to kick him in the groin with a stiff karate kick, but it had no effect. It hurt a little just from the impact, but he didn’t feel anything in his stomach anymore as he would have if he’d been kneed in the groin before tonight.

“Well that’s one advantage of my new status I guess. Nobody can take me down with a groin kick anymore. I’ll have to figure out how to use that to my advantage somehow.”

“Yeah, that could be real handy in, like, a soccer game, or even in martial arts stuff,” one of the boys replied. “Gosh, I hope maybe I can lose the raffle next week. Charlie, you don’t have your balls no more, whatta you think? Are you Ok with it?” He said to the nutless boy.

“Shit yeah!” Charlie replied. “It feels great this way. I still got my scrotum even if it’s empty now, and it feels just as good to play with it as it did before. Those sensitive nerve endings are all still there. Course I don’t get hard as easy as I did before, and I guess I’ll get less and less interested in sex as I go along, but if I don’t give a shit about it anymore, who cares, right?”

“Right, I guess so,” the other boy replied. “I’m not too sure about that, but I sure would like to be able to take a kick in the nuts without pain. That’d be cool!”

“I think you should do it too,” One of the girls said. “I think a boy’s things look silly down there. I like a guys dick better without those there. It looks even bigger that way, and if you take testosterone shots you’ll still be able to fuck for a long time afterwards. And you won’t have to worry about getting somebody pregnant. Like me! You should do it. It’d be fun.”

“Well, I got to lose the raffle first. I don’t think they’d just do me if I asked them to. Those are the rules of the club. Besides, I don’t think my dad would be too happy about it. He lets me come here, because he likes to come here too, but he keeps talking about dropping out before he loses his balls or I lose mine.”

At that point the proprietor called for everyone to drink up and prepare to leave as he was closing in two minutes. Everyone finished their drinks and gathered up their things to depart. The two kids, boy and girl, who were discussing the prospect of his possible future castration left together still talking with their fathers close behind trying to catch what they were saying and smiling at their naïveté.

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