Two gay-bashers pick on the wrong victim.
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Gym class was over, and I was almost finished getting dressed. I was the last one in the locker room – or so I thought. “Hey faggot! How come you never take showers any more?” I spun around and saw Gary and Ian, both naked and grinning at me. These assholes had been making life hell for me and Jimmy for months, ever since they figured out we were boyfriends. They taunted and harassed us constantly. But now they really were scaring me, because I was alone with them. They must have waited in the shower room until everyone else had left. Both of them were big guys, much bigger and stronger than me. I knew they could beat the shit out of me, so I had to be careful what I said and did. “Well, answer me, pussy boy. Why the fuck don’t you ever take showers any more? Scared to be seen naked?,” Gary said. As a matter of fact, I was. And so was Jimmy, since both of us had lost our cocks. While all the other guys in gym class showered, we usually hung around on the basketball court, and didn’t come back into the locker room until just about everyone had left. Then we got dressed without showering. “I dunno,” I said. “Just don’t like to, that’s all.” Gary pushed me hard, and I fell off the bench. “I’ll bet I know why!” said Ian. “He’s afraid he’ll get a hard-on cause he wants to suck all our cocks!” Gary laughed. “You know, I’ll bet you’re right. You wanna suck my dick, pussy boy?” He was standing over me, his balls and cock hanging right over my chest. “No!” I shouted, and tried to get up, but Gary grabbed me by the shirt and slammed me up against some lockers. “Yes you do, faggot. All you queers want to suck cocks. So I’m gonna do you a big favor and let you suck mine.” Gary shoved me to my knees and grabbed me by the hair. His cock was just inches from my face. I saw that he was starting to get an erection. “Suck it!” Ian shouted. I opened my mouth and put my lips around Gary’s cock. In no time, he had a full-blown hard-on. “Yeah, you love it, don’t you, pussy boy?”, Gary said as I moved my head in and out, taking his shaft deep into my mouth. I sucked him for all I was worth. It was hard not to gag, because this boy had a really huge dick. In no time he was moaning and groaning. “Oh, yeah, suck that cock! Take it all, you fucking queer.” I used my best cocksucking techniques, because I wanted this ordeal to be over. I probably sucked him for about five minutes before his breathing started to get faster. “Shit, I’m gonna come!” he yelled, and a second later he spurted a thick wad of cum into my mouth. I swallowed it and then the rest of his semen, as he groaned with pleasure. “Fuck, that was great!”, Mark said, as I pulled my head back, releasing his cock. “You want him to blow you too, Ian?” The idea of sucking another guy I hated was pretty bad, but I was prepared to do anything to end this ordeal. Anything except what Ian wanted me to do. “Naw, I don’t wanna fuck his pretty face. I wanna fuck his ass.” I got up off my knees and tried to run, but Gary and Ian blocked my way. “What’s wrong, Eric? Don’t you faggots love to get fucked?,” Gary said, grabbing my shirt. I struggled hard to get free, but before long he had pulled my shirt off. Then Ian yanked my jeans down and pulled them off too. All I had on now was my underpants and socks. They pushed me to the floor and pulled off my underwear. Since I was face down on the floor, they couldn’t see that I only had a little stump instead of a cock. Gary sprawled over my back and shoulders, pinning me to the ground. Ian kneeled between my legs, and I heard him spitting into his hands. Then I felt him prying my ass cheeks apart. I screamed as Ian shoved his dick into my ass. The pain was terrible, almost as bad as when I lost my cock. He rammed his cock all the way in, his balls hitting my ass cheeks. “Yeah, fuck that pussy boy’s ass!” shouted Mark, as Ian started pumping in and out of my ass. The pain lessened as my rectum relaxed under Ian’s assault. But the humiliation was just as bad. Ian was grunting and moaning, while Mark was laughing and shouting encouragement. After what seemed like forever, Ian finally shot his wad up my ass. But my ordeal wasn’t quite over. As I lay there sobbing into the cold tiles of the locker room floor, I felt a stream of warm liquid hitting me in the back. Then another stream splashed against my ass, running down my thighs. “Now you’ll have to take a shower, faggot!” laughed Mark, as they both drained their bladders onto me. I lay there, waiting for those two bastards to leave. When I was sure I was alone, I got up and took a shower, then toweled myself off and dressed as fast as I could. That evening, Jimmy came to pick me up the house. He hadn’t been in school that day, so this was the first time he saw me since the attack. “Jesus! What happened to you?” he said when I came to the door. I couldn’t blame him for being shocked – I had a black eye and bruises all over my face from being pushed into the locker room floor. We got into Jimmy’s parked car and I told him about being raped. He tried to comfort me, but his anger grew by the second. “We’ll get those pricks,” he told me as I sobbed. A week later, Gary and Ian were walking out of school, heading toward Gary’s car. Parked next to his car was one owned by Mark. He had the hood propped open. “Hey, guys, can you give me a hand?” he said to the two boys as they were about to get into their car. “What’s the problem?” Gary said. “I dunno, it just won’t start. Can you take a look and see if you can find anything wrong?,” Mark said. Ian and Gary stuck their heads under the hood, and started poking around. They didn’t see John and Mark come up from behind, carrying a pair of handkerchiefs. They put the chloroform-soaked rags tightly over the faces of Gary and Ian, and in a few seconds both boys slumped to the ground. When Gary and Ian regained consciousness, they couldn’t believe what they saw. The living room of John’s house was filled with a dozen naked young men, all having sex with each other. But what made the scene even more incredible was that none of the boys had a penis. All had a small stump above their scrotums where they cocks should have been. Gary and Ian also realized immediately that they couldn’t move or speak. Both were tied to their chair, their wrists and ankles tightly bound. Both had gags securely fastened in their mouths. And both were completely naked. The captives watched as the boys engaged in sweaty, noisy sex. Some of them wore strap-on dildos, and were fucking the asses of other boys. Some were licking the stumps and sucking the balls of their partners. Gary and Ian could hardly believe their eyes when they saw some of the boys ejaculating, with small jets of cum shooting out of their stumps. The scene was very bizarre…but also very hot. Despite their fear and confusion, both Gary and Ian began to get erections. As they watched the dickless boys engage in group sex, both had raging hard- ons. After all the dickless boys had cum, Mark walked over to the captives. “Well, what do we have here?”, he said, grasping the swollen cocks of both boys. “It seems as if you get turned on watching dickless boys fucking each other. Hey Eric, would you have guessed that these two macho guys were a couple of faggots, too?” I walked over and smiled. “Oh, sure. That’s why they wanted me to suck them and fuck my ass. Only faggots would want to do that, right Gary?” I began to jack off Ian and Gary. I spit into the palms of my hands, and rubbed them slowly up and down the two shafts. Drops of pre-cum oozed from the tips of both cocks. “See, it’s not so bad being a faggot. Isn’t it fun having sex with boys? Especially boys who don’t have cocks?”, I said. Ian and Gary began to writhe with pleasure. Within a few seconds of each other, both boys ejaculated, their cum running over my hands. I forced my sticky fingers into both of their mouths, and made them lick their cum off my hand. “I hope you liked that, fellows. Cause it was your last time,” said Mark. He held a small knife in front of Gary and Ian, and their eyes grew wide with fear. John stood next to him holding two glass jars, each with a name written on it: “Mark” and “Ian.” “Here’s the deal, guys. You’re gonna lose something today. I’m gonna be real nice and let you decide what it is you leave behind.” Mark squatted in front of Ian and put the blade against his ballsack. The boy whimpered with fear. “You could lose your balls today. That would mean you’d gradually lose your sex drive and the ability to get hard. You’d still have a cock, but it would be pretty useless.” Then he put the point of the knife in the pisshole of Gary’s penis. “Or you could lose your cocks. Then, you could still have sex the way we do. Maybe we’d even let you join our club.” I could see that both boys were looking at Mark’s stump, imagining what it would be like to lose their cocks. I guess they decided it would be better than losing their balls, because they both nodded their heads at Mark. “Cocks it is, then,” Mark said. He handed the knife to me, saying, “You do the honors, Eric.” I grinned and kneeled down between Gary’s legs. “With pleasure,” I responded. Gary was sobbing, tears pouring from his eyes. I took off his gag. “It’s payback time, shithead. You shouldn’t have raped me in the locker room that day,” I told him. “Now beg me to cut off your cock. I want to hear you say it. Go ahead!” I shouted. “Please, Eric,” Gary whimpered. “Please cut my cock off.” “Okay, Gary. I’ll do you this favor,” I said, putting the blade against the base of his cock, which was still rigid. Gary screamed as the knife cut into his penis, sending blood spurting. It only took a few strokes before his severed dick was in my hand. I dropped the dead organ into the glass jar held by John. By now, Ian was shaking and sobbing. I thought he would pass out after watching me cut Gary’s cock off. But I couldn’t feel a bit sorry for him. I remembered how it felt what the bastard had me on the cold floor of the locker room, ramming his dick up my ass. Ian’s whole body stiffened as I took his cock in my left hand and placed the edge of the blade against the base of his penis. I pressed the knife into the underside of his cock, then pulled it away. A gash an inch long had opened, and blood began oozing out. I stuck the point of the knife into that gash, and pushed until I felt it emerge from the other side of Ian’s cock. Then I quickly slashed the knife to the left, then turned it around and repeated the cut in the opposite direction. Ian’s cock was now separated from his body, and I dropped it into the glass jar. Both captives were now dickless. Mark bandaged them up and untied them. Several of the boys helped them to John’s bedroom, where they collapsed into his bed. The shock of the ordeal would make them sleep for hours. Well, it didn’t take long before Gary and Ian joined our club. The whole experience made them finally admit to themselves that they were gay, and in love with each other. No longer would they try to hide their homosexuality by abusing gay boys like me and Jimmy. A few months after their penectomies, we were at our regular fuck- and-suck session at John’s house. I had on a strap-on cock, and was fucking Jimmy, who was bent over a chair. On the other side of the room, I could see Ian licking Gary’s stump. In a short while, Gary ejaculated, cum shooting from his stump. I smiled as I watched Ian lapping drops of semen from what remained of his lover’s penis. to be continued…