I looked the boys over. The one who asked me was gorgeous. One was average looking. The other two were good-looking but not gorgeous. I would be glad to have any of them as a lover. I got a boner and said, "I'd love to."

They led me into a room and closed the door. The beautiful boy said, "How many clothes do you have on?"

"I have two socks, two shoes, underpants, pants, undershirt and a shirt. That's eight. Why do want to know?"

"We all have to start with the same number, or it wouldn't be fair. We all wear eight so we can start. I'm glad you showed up. I was afraid we wouldn't get the five guys we needed."

I said, "I'm Stan."

The Gorgeous boy said, "It's real nice to meet you Stan. I'm Lloyd." The average looking guy was Mike. The two good-looking boys were Peter and Jeff.

We sat on a padded floor in front of a low table. The other guys touched their left wrists to ID plates in the table so I did too. Lloyd pushed a few buttons and said, "I've told the table that we each have eight pieces of clothing on. Since you are new to the group, you deal the first hand."

I said, "How? There aren't any cards."

He pointed at a button and said, "Just push the button."

I pushed it. Images of cards started appearing on the table. I got a real bad hand with no pairs. My highest card was an eight. I looked around at the other hands to figure out who had lost. The word "lose" appeared above my hand and "win" appeared above Peter's hand. I took off my left shoe. Peter looked real happy so I said, "Why are you so happy?"

"Every time we win a hand, we get fifty bucks."

"No wonder you guys wanted to play. Where does the money come from?"

"A church pays it. We don't know why."

I was the first one to get down to just his underpants. I wasn't sure if I was afraid to be naked first or if I wanted to be naked first. Before I took my undershirt off, I pulled the front of my briefs up so that the end of my dick wouldn't stick out. I was embarrassed 'cause I had a big wet spot on my underpants. I covered it with my hand.

Jeff said, "Don't worry about that. It happens to all of us at every game."

"Not if the boy hasn't started puberty yet," Lloyd said

Jeff replied, "Boys have to be at least 13 to play. I've never seen a prepubescent boy playing."

"I have. He had just turned 13. His wiener was tiny," Lloyd continued.

Mike said, "I used to be a little embarrassed about my wet spots until I saw a boy cum when he took his shorts off. His spunk squirted all over the table. You should have seen it. His face got as red as a ripe tomato."

I wasn't the first one naked. Jeff was. His dick was hard of course. I noticed something odd about his dick so I said, "What happened to your dick?"

"Didn't you know? If you lose a hand after you lose all your clothes, you lose a tenth of your dick. Don't worry. It don't hurt none. I've lost two tenths of mine."

"What! That's crazy! I'm not playing anymore." I grabbed my clothes and ran to the door but it wouldn't open.

Jeff said, "I'm sorry. I thought you knew. Once you start playing, you can't leave, or stop playing, until the game is over. The game isn't over until all of us are naked."

I went back to the table and sat down, "Why are you playing again? Aren't you afraid you'll lose more of your dick?"

"Actually, I hope I lose another tenth. I think a dick with no head at all looks better than one with a little bit of a head. When I lost the first tenth, my lover was really turned on for weeks. He was turned on again when I lost the second tenth. I think he wants me to be completely dickless but he won't say so. I've seen the way he looks at dickless boys in the showers at school and at the pool. If I lose more of my dick, he'll be turned on again for a while."

I turned to the other guys. I asked, "What about you guys? Aren't you afraid of losing part of your dicks?"

Lloyd said, "We're all bottoms so we don't really need dicks and trimmed dicks turn on most tops. The shorter your stump is, the better they like it. Are you a bottom?"

I said, "Well I, uh, I don't really know."

"Are you a virgin?" Mike asked incredulously.

"Hell no! I've had sex . . . a few times." I didn't think Mike believed me but it was the truth. I had given blow jobs four times, gotten blow jobs twice, been fucked twice and fucked another boy once. I had also jacked off other boys while they jacked me off but that didn't really count as sex.

Jeff said, "I feel real sorry for not telling you about the dick thing. I thought everybody in town knew. If you lose part of your dick, I'll let you fuck me before you use the machine."

"I just moved into town yesterday."

Lloyd said, "That explains it. If you get trimmed, you can fuck me too." The other guys also said I could fuck them.

I asked, "How long have they had this kind of strip poker here?"

Jeff said, "About eight and a half months. That's why very few boys are completely dickless. I think in a year, there'll be lots of dickless guys."

"Why did you guys start playing in the first place if you knew you'd probably lose part of your dicks?" I asked.

Lloyd said, "The rules were different at first. For the first two weeks, we only won five dollars per hand but we didn't lose any parts. We just got naked. We could play that way once."

Peter interrupted, "Then they changed the rules. We won twenty dollars per hand but there was about one chance in ten that we'd lose 10 percent of our dicks. I decided not to play again."

Jeff said, "Me too." The other guys also said they had decided not to play again.

"A few days after the rule change, I went to a meeting at a church. They paid me fifty bucks. It was the same church that pays for our winnings," Mike said.

Lloyd continued, "I went too. We all went. I think everybody at the meeting was gay. At the meeting, they had four boys who had been playing for several months in another town. The boys all had headless dicks. They said how they liked their stumps. They got way more sex."

Jeff said, "They even showed us their stumps. They looked real good. A few days later, I decided to play again 'cause there wasn't much chance of being trimmed. If I was trimmed, it wouldn't be that bad."

"Me too," Lloyd said, "When they kept increasing the amount we won per game and the odds of getting trimmed, I kept playing 'cause I liked the money and the excitement." The other guys said the same thing.

Mike said, "I think that church wants all gay boys to be dickless but I don't care. I like the money and I don't really need a dick."

I lost the next hand and had to take my underpants off. I was real scared 'cause the next time I lost a hand I would lose part of my dick. I was a little excited about it too. I knew my odds of keeping my whole dick were not good 'cause Peter still had three garments on. The next hand, Peter lost. Then Peter and Lloyd had two garments and Mike had one.

Jeff lost the next hand. I said, "What happens now? Does someone come in and cut off 10 percent of your dick?"

"No. Nothing is cut off until after the game is over. Then, I stick my dick in a machine in the bathroom. It cuts off what I have lost. After everyone uses the machine, the door unlocks and we can leave."

Mike lost the next hand and took off his underpants. His dick had no head at all. It did look better than Jeff's dick. Mike saw me looking at his stump. He said, "I've lost 40 percent. Since two guys still have two clothes on, I'll probably lose another ten or 20 percent, maybe more."

I realized that I would probably lose the same amount. I said, "You mean I could lose 30 percent of my dick?"

Mike said, "It's possible but unlikely. Most guys only lose ten or 20 percent and some don't lose anything. You'll probably only lose 10 percent. You might not lose anything. At one game, one guy lost 10 percent. The rest of us didn't lose anything." That didn't make me feel much better. I didn't want to lose ANY of my dick.

I was relieved when Lloyd lost the next hand and took his undershirt off. I lost the hand after that and I knew that my dick would never be the same again. It would always have something missing.

Lloyd said, "10 percent isn't that bad. I hardly noticed any difference when I lost my first 10 percent. Your dick is about eight inches, isn't it? You'll still have over seven inches which is more than average."

"It's about eight and a quarter but what if I lose even more?"

"That probably won't happen. Even if it does, it won't be that bad. I've lost 50 percent of my dick. I don't mind at all. Sean used to play with us. He's lost 80 percent of his. He says sex is better than ever. He quit playing so that he can still pee standing up. I think he'll start playing again soon."

Peter lost the next hand and took off his undershirt. Jeff lost a hand which meant he would lose 20 percent of his dick. He didn't seem very upset. Lloyd lost a hand and took off his underpants. His stump was hard. It was only about two and a half inches long. I was relieved because as soon as Peter lost another hand, we could quit. Mike lost a hand but also didn't seem to be very upset to lose another 10 percent.

I lost another hand and started crying. I was afraid that the guys would tease me for crying but they didn't. They gathered around me and rubbed my back and neck. They all said comforting things. I stopped crying after a few minutes.

Lloyd lost a hand and said, "I'm glad I lost and not you. I hope you don't lose any more."

I prayed silently that Peter would lose the next hand but Mike lost again. The hand after that, Peter finally lost and I knew that none of us would lose any more of our dicks. Peter's dick was also headless. He said, "I've lost 30 percent. I was kind of hoping to lose some more. Maybe next time. I wish I could have the machine cut off part of my dick instead of yours but I can't."

I said, "Why in the world would you want to lose more of your dick?"

"The shorter a stump is, the better it looks and the more the tops like it."

Mike said, "This was an unusual game. Three of us lost 20 percent and one lost ten. That's a total of 70 percent. Usually the total is 40 or 50 and only one guy loses 20 percent."

Jeff said, "I was at a game where one guy lost three tenths and two guys lost two tenths. I lost my first tenth at that game. It was the first game for the guy who lost three tenths. He swore he would never play again. He's now completely dickless and he loves it."

I said, "I'm glad that didn't happen at this game."

Lloyd said, "Who do you want to fuck first?"

"You."

"You want some privacy?"

"Yeah."

Lloyd led me into a tiny room with a cot. He got a condom and lube out of a cabinet. Fucking him was the best sex I ever had. I think it was 'cause I knew it would be one of my last fucks with a full dick and 'cause he was so beautiful. After I fucked Lloyd, I said, "Thank you. That was great."

He said, "No. Thank you. That was the best sex I have ever had. I hope you are a top and you never play again."

"It was the best ever for me too. I want to suck your little stump 'cause it's so cute."

He said, "OK. It is cute, isn't it? It'll be even cuter after I use the machine but I won't want to get sucked for a few days." I liked sucking his dick 'cause I could take in the whole thing without gagging.

I fucked Peter next and then Mike. My dick went soft. I said to Jeff, "I can't fuck you too. I want you to fuck me."

He said, "I'm not that good at fucking but I'll do my best." His best was very good. It was almost as good as fucking Lloyd.

We all went into the bathroom. Jeff said, "I'll go first so that you can see what it's like. It's best to pee first."

While he was peeing, I asked, "Is the machine going to cut off 20 percent of what you have now or 20 percent of what you used to have?"

"What I used to have. Since I have 80 percent of my dick now, it'll cut off 25 percent of what I have now. If I had a 20 percent stump like Sean, it would take all of it."

After he peed, he sat on a bench with one leg on each side and slid forward until his dick was in a slot. The slot was in a pole at the end of the bench. His legs were on each side of the pole. He put a strap around his back and put the end in a hole. The strap tightened until he was pulled tight against the pole. He put his left hand in a hole. He said, "You have to stand back now."

"Why?"

"So the machine will know that the dick and the ID chip belong to the same boy."

I said, "Oh." I stepped back. A red light lit up. After a few minutes, the light turned green and the strap loosened. Jeff got up. His dick was now completely headless and quite a bit shorter. I said, "Did it hurt?"

He squeezed the new end of his dick and said, "It didn't hurt at all. It's numb now. In about two hours the numbness will wear off and it will be a little sore for a few days."

After Mike and Lloyd used the machine I said, "What happens if I refuse to use the machine?"

Jeff said, "We will all be locked in here. In about two hours they will send in two big men who will force you to use the machine. Only, instead of losing 20 percent, you'll lose 40 percent and you won't get any money for the hands you won."

I said, "I guess I have to do it then." It really didn't hurt. When I got up, I looked at my stump. It was shorter than I thought it would be. I had just a little of the head. I almost started crying but didn't.

Jeff said, "Lets get dressed and go eat some lobster."

I said, "I don't have money for lobster."

Jeff said, "Yes you do. You won seven hands. You have 350 dollars added to your account." He pointed at a place near the door to the poker room and said, "Use the terminal and check."

The terminal said that I had $358.32 in my account. It was more than ten times as much as I had ever had before. I would give it all up to get back just half of what I lost.

The lobster was not as expensive as I thought it would be. The restaurant gave boys who had just played a 50 percent discount. It was real good. I started to feel a little better.

I still had 80 percent of a big dick. That was more than any of the other guys had. Peter had 70 percent. Jeff had 60 percent. Lloyd and Mike had just 40 percent each. Mike's 40 percent stump was almost as big as Jeff's 60 percent stump and a lot bigger than Lloyd's stump.

I said, "What do we do now?"

Jeff said, "The numbness will wear off soon. We better go home and lay down. You might want to put an ice bag on your dick if the soreness bothers you."

I stayed home that night and the next day which was Sunday. The first time I peed, it hurt a little. I didn't need to use an ice bag.

On Monday, I went to my new school for the first time. In the showers after P.E., I noticed that quite a few boys had been trimmed. I didn't see any dickless boys. I did see one with a very short stump. I wanted to ask him what percentage he had lost, but didn't.

Nobody paid much attention to my stump except one boy who looked at it and said, "I'm George. I really, really want to fuck you. You want to come to my place, or have me come to your place?" I was real pleased. I'd never had a boy say he wanted to fuck me like that before. I think it was 'cause he liked my stump.

I said, "I'd like that but I'm still a little sore. Can we do it in a few days?"

"Sure. Whenever you're ready. Just let me know."

I met Lloyd after school. I said, "I saw a lot of trimmed boys in the locker room. Are they all bottoms?"

"No. Many non-bottom gays and even some straights play. They like the money and the excitement. Most of them stop after they lose 20 or 30 percent 'cause they think they need their dicks."

Mike said, "Straight guys do need their dicks. Gay guys can have sex without dicks but straight guys can't."

Lloyd said, "Straight guys without dicks can eat girls' cunts."

Mike got a real disgusted look on his face. He said, "That's gross. Real gross. I think I might throw up."

I said, "That really is disgusting. I might barf too."

Two days later, George fucked me. It was wonderful. I think my butt-hole had gotten more sensitive since I was trimmed. I wanted George to ask me to fuck him but he didn't. I was too shy to ask. After we had sex, we played video games for a while. Then, George fucked me again. The second time was almost as good as the first. I didn't really mind not fucking him since getting fucked by him was so wonderful.

That night, when I jacked off, I thought about George fucking me. It was as good as, or better than, jacking off had been before I was trimmed. I thought my dick was harder than it was before. I asked Lloyd about it. He said, "The shorter your stump is, the harder it gets 'cause it takes less blood to get a short dick hard."

"That makes sense."

Over the next two weeks, I got fucked almost every day. I sometimes fucked Lloyd, Peter, Jeff and Mike. I decided I liked getting fucked better than fucking 'cause it was easier (the fucker was doing all the work). Also, it just felt better.

Then, fewer and fewer guys wanted to fuck me. I asked Peter about it. He said, "You got a lot of fucking 'cause you were the new guy. You're not the new guy anymore and lots of guys have shorter stumps. If you lose another 10 or 20 percent, you'll get more action."

I said, "My dick would look better with no head than with part of a head. When do you guys play again?"

"This Saturday is four weeks after the last time we played, so, we can play again. Show up at the gay room at nine. If enough guys show up, we'll play."

"Are the rules the same as when I played before?"

"Yeah. They've been the same for more than four months. I don't think they're going to change them again."

All the guys showed up except Lloyd. Sean took his place. I whispered to Jeff, "Is this the Sean who lost 80 percent?"

Sean must have heard me 'cause he said, "I am. You'll see my stump before the end of the game. You'll probably see it even shorter, or gone completely, after I use the machine. I've been trimmed every time I've played except the first time when nobody was trimmed."

Peter said, "I thought you said you would never play again."

"I missed the money and the excitement too much. It's real exciting to play when you know that you might get trimmed."

Peter replied, "I think you want to be completely dickless 'cause the tops go crazy over dickless boys. Even some straight guys want to fuck dickless boys."

Sean said, "I do not." He didn't sound very convincing.

Peter was right about dickless boys. I had seen one at the pool. Guys just swarmed around him.

This time I only lost 10 percent. I was a little disappointed that I didn't lose more. Jeff said, "Don't feel bad to only lose a tenth. When your dick is completely gone, you won't be able to play anymore. If you can't play, you can't win any money."

I said, "That's true but if I had lost more I'd be more popular with the tops."

Sean said, "I heard they're gonna let dickless boys play again soon. When they lose a hand, after they're naked, they get one point. After they accumulate five points, they lose one ball. When they accumulate five more points, they lose the second ball and their ball sack."

Mike said, "I don't want to lose my balls. Without balls I'd get fat and weak."

I said, "Me neither." All the guys except Sean said the same thing.

Sean who had already lost 80 percent, lost 10 percent. He said, "I probably won't be able to pee standing up anymore, except in the shower, but it's no big thing. If I can't pee standing up, I'll go to the clinic and have them make me a new pee hole between my balls and butt-hole. That will make it easier for me to pee sitting down."

Peter lost 20 percent. Mike and Jeff didn't lose anything. This time I won 400 dollars, which was good, 'cause I had spent most of the money I won last time. I decided I would play again as soon as possible. I couldn't understand why I had been so upset at losing just 20 percent the first time. Losing that 20 percent was the best thing that ever happened to me.

Sean said to me, "Before we use the machine, will you fuck me?"

We went into one of the little rooms. I fucked him. Then I sucked him and he sucked me. I also fucked Jeff and had him fuck me.

After we used the machine, I said, "I wish we didn't have to wait four weeks to play again."

Jeff said, "Me too."

"Me three," Peter chimed in.

Mike replied, "Me four."

Sean didn't say anything. I think he didn't want to have to wait four weeks either.

The end.

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