Cock-in-a-Can

Sometimes he thought he might be gay, because he would stand in front of his bedroom mirror after he got home from the gym and would get turned on by his own reflection. He would stare at his bulging thighs and muscled chest and arms. He would turn around and admire his beefy butt and cock bulging in his jocks. Usually doing this would make his meaty cock thicken and strain at his jocks even more. He would then peel his jocks off, getting them over his thighs and kicking them off. Naked he would gently stroke his big cock. He would grab it at the base and admire how much cock would still be visible. He would squeeze it gently and feel the pleasure of warm blood being forced into his mushroom head. Making it bulge, big and purple. He would squeeze hard and watch the veins running along the side of his big shaft throb. He loved the feeling of jerking off and would watch himself pumping his tool for ages each day. Starting slowly and then working faster and faster. His big body breaking out in sweat, his cock huge and bursting with blood. When he came he would have to support himself with one hand on top of his mirror. His big cock spurting globs of hot white cum onto his own reflection. His eyes tight closed as the orgasm ends. As the intense pleasure fades his breath slows and his big chest stops gasping for air, and breaths normally. He would look at his cock still big and hard, but slowly beginning to droop and he would grin. He loved his organ… But it was gone now.

That was weeks ago, since then he had woken in a hospital. In his bed a frame supported the white blankets from off his crotch. Matt’s head hurt. He looked around confused. What was he doing here? He tried to remember the last thing that had happened to him. He had been at the gym. He had finished working out, jumped in the showers. He remembered getting dressed and carrying his gym bag out to the parking lot. Walking between the cars. That was all. That was the last thing he remembered. A nurse saw he was awake and hurried over. She was young and pretty and smiled kindly at Matt, she told him she would get him his doctor. And she hurried off. He was in a big room alone, lots of empty beds lined the walls. Matt carefully lifted the blankets to look at his crotch. Underneath all he could see were his flat hard stomach then bandages. He felt them gently, trying to feel if his cock was undamaged. All he could feel was pain. His usually noticeable bulge seemed to be missing. He felt confused. Soon a doctor came in. The doctor seemed very concerned for Matt and sat in a chair next to his bed. Carefully he explained that Matt had been found outside the hospital unconscious. He had been heavily drugged and his wounds had been already bandaged. Once inside the hospital he had been examined to find that his cock had been amputated cleanly from the base. The doctor asked Matt: “Do you know who did this?” Matt could barely mumble “No I don’t”. After this Matt was quizzed further from the doctor. The doctor tried to explain to Matt that his cock was gone, and as the wound had begun to heal hope was doubtful. Even if it was found, reattachment was unlikely. Matt, still confused, tried to grasp the idea of his young life beginning without a cock. After the doctor left, came the police. The young cop asked Matt lots of questions. “Had he seen anyone at the gym?” “Did he have any enemies?” “Owed anyone money?” “Cheated on his girlfriend?” “Dumped anyone lately?” Matt answered ‘no’ to all of them. He hadn’t done anything to anyone. He was innocent. Finally the officer seemed to run out of questions. He had written everything down on a pad. He chewed his pen and suddenly seemed to grow nervous. “Can I ask…” The officer began. “How big was your cock? And what did it look like…. Just incase it turns up. We have had similar cases to this across the country.” Matt was a little shocked. “Ummm… I’m big… I’m 11 inches…. I mean it was 11 inches… I was.. I mean it was circumcised. 8 inches normally.”

“Was it thick or thin?” “Thick…Like this.” Matt held up his hand and made a circle with his finger and thumb. “I couldn’t quite fit my whole hand around it.”

The Policeman nodded…. “Huge…. Just like the others.”

Later Matt was allowed to return home. He was limping and sore to the touch. He had seen his massacred crotch. The wound half hidden by his pubic hair. Returning to his apartment was difficult. He felt like half a man. He felt empty and ruined. He turned his mirror to the wall. He lay awake at night thinking about his big cock. Where was it now? He gradually became obsessed with it. He dropped out of University. He couldn’t face his friends. He stopped working out. But his body still looked good. His big muscles still turned heads when he was forced to venture out of his apartment. Strangers didn’t know he was cockless.

He spent hours surfing the internet. Searching for others. Searching for information. One day he stumbled on a site called “Cock-in-a-Can”. The website had information in English and Asian. Matt read carefully the English version.

“Does your dog prefer the tastiest meat? Do you only want your cat to eat the best of everything? Well if you really love your pet you should buy them “Cock-in-a-Can”. “Cock-in-a-Can” is made of only the very best young white cocks. We select only the very best young lads from overseas. The men that grow our cocks are all fit, handsome, romantic, and well hung. Each “Cock-in-a-Can” comes with photos and descriptions of the man who originally owned the cocks. Stewed in a rich mixture of gravy and vegetables your pet will be sitting up and begging for more. Each “Cock-in-a-Can” contains at least a pound of perfect imported cock. So treat your pet and buy them a “Cock-in-a-Can”.”

There was no contact details only a street address of a hotel, in an Asian country. Hotel Grandalia. Matt made his mind up right then…. He was heading to Asia.

He sold his car, and everything he had that was worth anything to get a plane ticket and left a few days later. The city was over crowded and dirty, bikes and market stalls lined every street. Small Asians stared at the huge muscled white lad walking amongst them. Matt booked into a cheep hotel which seemed to have a few white backpackers staying there. The hotel was noisy, dirty and poorly lit, but was very close to the “Hotel Grandalia” Matt was looking for. He also blended in with the backpackers. With his trendy clothes, and beautiful body he looked like a spoiled rich kid on holiday. The lady that ran the hotel had a dozen cats, which roamed around randomly. Matt bought a bowl of noodles from downstairs and then ate it in his room. Matt was tired but before he went to sleep he decided to walk past the other hotel. It was getting dark when Matt left and some of the market stalls were packing up or leaving. Many were lit up and obviously were open all night also. The address was a big hotel. It was huge and grand. It stood out from the other buildings in the street, it was obviously doing well and fairly new. Many rich customers seemed to be checking into the hotel. They had a private parking area underneath the huge building. Matt thought about what a strange location it was for such an expensive hotel. It was obviously a poor area of the city. He was about to head back to his poorer hotel, when he changed his mind and headed into the lobby.

The lobby was grand and as Matt walked in an old Asian in an expensive suit stared at him and gave Matt a suggestive grin. Matt ignored the old man and walked up to the counter. He was nervous, he thought that the young clerk wouldn’t know what he was talking about, or worse would get angry and call security or something. The clerk smiled at Matt his eyes wondering slowly up his big beefy body. Obviously staring at his chest, thighs, and muscled arms. Matt was getting used to this behaviour since he had arrived in this country. “Can I help you?” the clerk asked in accented English.

Matt was almost to unsure whether to continue or not. But he pressed on. “I’m….. looking for a store…. A store that sells…. “Cock-in-a-Can”???? Have you heard of it?” Matt could feel himself beginning to blush. The clerk’s smile broadened. “Are you Buying or…. Selling?” He glanced meaningfully at Matt’s crotch as he said the word ‘Selling’. The old man had followed Matt over to the counter. And he leaned forward to the clerk now and whispered loudly… “I want to buy his cock if he is selling.” He then looked longingly at Matt’s pants. Matt’s embarrassment was turning quickly to rage. He wanted to hit both the smiling clerk and the perverted old man.

“I’m buying actually.” He told the clerk. “Of course.” The clerk answered. “What statistics would you prefer?” Matt was unsure what he meant.. “Statistics?”

“Yes.” The clerk explained. “What type of cock, or man would you prefer?”

Matt thought for a second. “Oh… Can I get a big cock? One from a guy with dark hair . Ummmm a guy… A guy kinda… kinda like me…” Matt was unsure how to continue… But the clerk nodded knowingly. “Of course, we call your type ‘American Pie’. Follow me.” The clerk walked out from behind the counter and opened an elegant door off the lobby. Matt followed him through.

They had walked into a room that looked like a corner store. It had another counter near the door with an old Asian man working a cash register. It wasn’t a big room but each wall had rows of shelves. There were 2 rows of shelves in the middle of the room. On every shelf in the room sat hundred and hundreds of tin cans. Each with a colourful label, and a little pamphlet attached. The clerk nodded at the old man. “The American Pie shelves are those ones.” He pointed at the closest selves. An old white lady with dyed blond hair stood near where he pointed. She was holding a shopping trolley and a pink poodle. Her face was thickly covered in makeup, her cheekbones were pointy from plastic surgery, and her fingers sparkled with golden rings. She was horrid. “Feel free to browse.” Said the clerk and left the room. The old man at the counter looked Matt up and down and then went back to his paper.

Matt walked over to the shelves and looked closer at the cans. “Cock-in-a-Can” was printed across each can in big red letters. Underneath this was the same blurb Matt had read on the Internet. Matt picked up a can from off the self. It was big, heavy and full. On the back of the can was a photo of a hunky guy getting out of a swimming pool. He was muscled and sexy, his shoulders and arms were strong and flexed as he lifted his weight out of the pool. His Speedos bulged with an obviously huge package. Underneath the photo read “Jason. 9.6 Inches. Cut.” Matt shook the can curious about the contents. He could hear a thick sloshing as the contents moved around. He examined the pamphlet attached to it. Inside were more photos of the guy from the front of the can. Although in some of those photos he was tied to a bed and totally naked. Some photos were close ups of his rigid cock. It was a beauty. Not as big as Matt’s, but the head was nicely flared and dark red. In the pamphlet there was also descriptions on what Jason had studied at school, he didn’t have a girlfriend. He had liked to eat red meat. He swam on the swim-team. Towards the back of the can were prices. $1800 American dollars. Matt was amazed at how expensive the can was. Then he thought about it. This can contained a guy’s cock. A cock that he had grown all his life. A cock that could have given him children. A cock that shot spunk when it was jerked off. A real man’s cock. It was extremely cheap Matt thought. No price was worth him losing his prized organ. He felt sorry for this Jason, whose cock was now sitting in a can in some Asian fetish store. He understood how Jason must be feeling.

The old lady walked over to Matt and fluttered her gross fake eyelashes. She stared at his body and his butt then finally looked at his face. “Are you going to buy that dear? I had my eye on that one. Fluffy likes the swimmers…..” She pointed to the can Matt was holding. She had put her poodle into the trolley which now contained a dozen or so cans. Matt shocked, shook his head and handed her the can with Jason’s cock in it. She smiled a plastic smile and thanked him. She held the can out to Fluffy her poodle and showed the dog the picture of the hunk lifting himself out of the swimming pool. The dog looked stupid and sniffed the can, it seemed confused by what the lady expected from it so it licked the picture. “Yes he likes that one.” The old lady seemed satisfied and went back to browsing. She seemed to take a long time to choose cans.

Matt wasn’t sure if this was where his cock had ended up. He didn’t know where his cock was at all. But his obsession caused him to take each can off the shelf and check the contents. He spent hours moving slowly along the shelves. Looking at hundreds of photos. Some of the guys were average, most of them were gorgeous hunks in the prime of their lives. They had come from many different countries; they all had huge cocks. Matt read dozens of names. After an hour or so he picked up a can and saw with a start the name “Matt” but the photo was not of him and the cock was not the same size. The old lady was still shopping. She was either enjoying looking at the photos, or was waiting for Matt to leave. Her trolley was filled with cans by now and her dog was getting bored.

The old lady finished. And she walked over to the counter. Matt watched horrified as the lady started to buy so many cans of young hunk’s cock, simply to feed later to her spoilt poodle. She didn’t seem bothered at all by the cost. Before she left she whispered something to the old man and pointed towards Matt. The old man shrugged and the old lady looked disappointed. She continued to whisper to him as the old man packed her cans into designer carry bags.

Matt turned back to his search when he suddenly found it. He picked up one of the cans and turned it around to see himself sitting on a bench press at the gym. His body was sweaty and pumped. His muscles shimmered, his hair hung damp on his forehead. He looked really hot. His gym shorts had risen up and clung tight to his package. There it was… His cock outlined huge and thick under his pants. You could see a shadow caused by his big cock head. Matt stared at his photo for a full minute then flicked through the pamphlet. There were photos of himself tied to some bed, unconscious. His big cock strapped tight and painfully full. The last moments before he lost it. It was valued at $2000 American.

Matt marched over to the counter. He slammed the can down and shouted…. “This is my cock!!!” The lady seemed scared and grabbed at her poodle and bags. The old man looked startled and started shouting back in confused English. “No no… you pay… Not yours… you pay like others.” Matt held the can up to the old mans face and pointed at the photo of himself. “See that… That is me!! This is my cock!” The old man’s expression changed as he understood…. “Ahhh…. Your cock…. You want back??? Hehehe” The old lady watched all this clutching her bags and poodle. The man laughed at Matt “It too late.. Boy. It mine now. You pay like others.” Matt was angry, but he confused, he didn’t know what to do. “I’ll give you $1000 for it.” The old man laughed… “Big cock like that? That worth too much. No less than $2000.” Matt was sure he could get it cheaper. “$1500???? Please? it was mine once.” The old man licked his lips and snatched the can out of Matt’s hands. “No… $2000. It big cock… I think I keep it. Maybe eat it myself.” Matt was so disappointed. “I don’t have that much money. Please… Its my cock, man.” The old lady who was still watching all this, interrupted… “Please, Chang, give it to the boy, you can put it on my account.” The old man looked annoyed. “Okay you take it. Take your cock back with you…. Enjoy it.” The old man laughed, and Matt left quickly saying thank you to the lady and clutching his “Cock-in-a-Can” to his chest.

He hurried back through the streets to his old hotel. He didn’t notice the crowd now. He hurried straight back to his room. He turned on the dim light and ceiling fan and locked his door. His body was sweaty from the humidity and the rapid journey. He put his “Cock-in-a-Can” down on the table and opened the door to the balcony. A cool breeze flowed in with the noise from the street. Matt picked up the can and sat down on the bed. He turned it over and over. Looking at his handsome photo taken months ago. Here it was…. his cock. His journey and search was over. He had brought a can opener with him and now he got it out of his bag. His hands were shaking with nerves. Maybe he should wait and open it at a hospital or something… Could there still be a chance of surgery? He dismissed the idea, all over the can it said how the cock was cooked in its own tasty juices. He carefully started to open the can. Inside was a thick dark brown stew. It smelt delicious, but all he could see were vegetable pieces. He took his empty noodle bowl from off the table and carefully started to empty the stew into the bowl. It was thick and chunky and oozed out into the bowl. Suddenly something big and solid slide out with a loud slope. It was a big juicy cock, covered in gravy. He examined it closely. It was his big juicy cock. There was the familiar pattern of thick veins; there was his familiar juicy mushroom head. His cock.

The tasty smell must have carried outside because suddenly one of the landlady’s scrawny cats landed on the balcony and walked inside. It wandered around Matt’s muscled legs, meowing with hunger. Matt stared for ages at his severed cock. It was around 12 inches. Swollen from the gravy and the cooking. The cock was curved in the sauce and each end pointed upwards and stuck above the rim of the bowl. His flared edge of his big mushroom head rested on the rim. The longer he stared at it the more he realized it was just meat now. It was really gone. It was useless to him. It wasn’t worth $2000 now. It was wasn’t worth the meat it was made of. He looked down at the starving cat. His cock wasn’t worth the meat it was made of, he told himself again. And Matt placed the bowl on the floor and stood back. He winced slightly as the cat took the first bite into the meat. It ate quickly and licked the bowl clean. The cat glanced at the big muscled boy in appreciation and then disappeared off the balcony. Matt chucked the empty tin can in the garbage bin.

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