Brian was well known at his local bar for taking on dares. He had shamelessly run the gambit of humiliating bets and had earned a good deal of money along the way. No one could seem to find a dare that was too painful or embarrassing for him.

One Friday a newcomer named Mark dared Brian to spend the entire evening in the bar completely naked. Brian laughed as he began to strip; he had performed the same dare half a dozen times before. At the end of the night, Brian happily collected the money he was owed.

“I guess it’s easy to put yourself on display when you’ve got a body like yours,” Mark told Brian.

“Yeah, no one ever seems to complain.” He feigned an innocent smile that did nothing to hide the pride in his tall, lean body. At 6’3, he was always the tallest man in the bar. His blond hair and blue eyes didn’t hurt the image either.

“So is there anything you won’t do?”

“No one’s come up with anything yet. I’ve done public nudity, gotten pierced and tattooed … I guess it’s just all easy money to me.”

“You’re quite the entertainer then!”

“Yep, I aim to keep my audience happy.” Brian stepped in front of a group next to them and took a wide bow. They all cheered and clapped for him. “So, got anything else, or are you ready to call it a night?”

The man looked Brian over and thought about what he might suggest.

“Just how far will you go?”

“Well obviously I’m not going to cut my arm off, if that’s what you mean.”

“How about something smaller?”

Brian stepped closer to Mark. “How much smaller?”

“I was thinking you were just about perfect, except for that foreskin there. So … I dare you to get cut.”

“Circumcise my dick?”

“Yeah, you up for it?”

“Damn, that’s a good one.” He reached down and played with the loose skin hanging over his cockhead.

The men nearby had noticed Brian’s hesitation and moved closer to hear the conversation. Brian glanced at them and realized he needed to answer Mark soon.

“Tell you what. You find a doctor to do it tonight, and you’re on.”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah, man. I’ve had this skin for twenty-six years. Guess I’m about due for a change anyway!”

“Well alright, let me make some calls then.” Mark left the bar and began dialing his cell. Within ten minutes he had found a doctor who was willing to perform the operation. He happily announced to Brian that the doctor would arrive in half an hour.

“Thirty minutes, then say good-bye to that turtleneck of yours.”

“Yeah, yeah, you just be ready to pay up when it’s over.”

The man patted his wallet. “I’ve got the money right here.”

The doctor soon arrived and explained that the only reason he agreed to the procedure was that he owed Mark a substantial favor. He didn’t seem comfortable performing the operation in the main area of the bar, so the owner agreed to let them use the storage room in back.

“This isn’t exactly a surgical bay,” the doctor explained, “but circumcision is a simple operation and shouldn’t take very long.” He opened his medical bag and removed a series of small tools, including a scalpel and some anesthetic.

“So, do you want it loose or tight?”

“Tight,” Mark said, before Brian could respond. “Make it as tight as you can.” He looked at Brian and added, “hey, I’m paying you to get it all taken off, right?”

The doctor injected Mark’s penis with the anesthetic, then set to work. He pulled the foreskin tightly with one instrument, then applied a clamp beneath.

“Last chance,” he said to Brian.

“I’m ready, let’s get it off.”

The doctor nodded and began cutting around the shaft. There was no pain, but Brian still winced as he felt the skin being pulled away from his penis. When the doctor was done, he told Brian how to care for his member until it healed, then stood up to leave.

“Oh, almost forgot.” He handed a small plastic bag to Brian and said, “your foreskin, if you want it.” Mark laughed as Brian took the bag and looked down at his remodeled penis.

“Not bad,” he said. His penis was still swollen from the operation, but he eagerly showed it off to the men who were still in the bar. On cue they cheered for the young man as Mark paid him his money.

“Nice doing business with you!” Brian said as he began dressing. “Let me know if you come up with anything else.” He limped as the pain began setting in, but considered it worth the money he had made that night.

Part Two

A few weeks after Brian’s circumcision he was back at the bar taking dares again, though none were as extreme as getting cut. When Brian spotted Mark again, he proudly pulled out his cock to show him how well it had healed.

“That was a new one,” he said. “Took some time to get used to, but hey, at least it looks bigger now, right?”

“Yep, I have to hand it to you, it took some balls to go through with it. Most guys wouldn’t let anyone near their dick with a scalpel, no matter how much money you offered.”

“What can I say, these boys are pretty big,” Brian said, groping his crotch and laughing.

“I know, I’ve seen them. So has everyone here.”

“Jealous?” Brian taunted.

“Not really. It’s not like you earned them.” He took a sip of his drink. “And besides, it’s easy to show them off when they’re as big as melons. What I’d like to see is the guy who can walk around with balls the size of peanuts.”

“Hey man, if I had nuts that small I’d do it.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Hell yeah. I mean, I think we both know it’s the dick guys are after. And mine’s plenty big.”

“Well it just happens my doctor friend owes me another favor.”

Brian’s eyes widened. “Yeah?”

Mark nodded. “And I’ll bet he could shave those big balls of yours down.”

“Can they do that?”

“I think so. Let me call and find out.” Mark stepped outside and called the doctor to discuss their question. He knew most men with testicular cancer had their complete testicle removed, but he had also heard about men who were able to keep a small part of the organ in tact.

Mark stuck his head in the door of the bar and yelled at Brian. “He says he can do it, but we have to go to his clinic. You in?”

Brian shook his head and laughed. “Alright, let’s go.”

The two men drove to the clinic, which was only a few blocks away. The doctor was waiting for them in a surgical bay when they arrived. He instructed Brian to strip down, then washed and shaved his scrotum.

“I’m going to use a local anesthetic again so you’ll recover faster. This operation is much more intense. Are you sure you want to do this?”

Brian looked at Mark. “Yep.”

“Okay. I’m going to begin by making an incision along the midline of your scrotum. This will hide the scar once it heals and allow for relatively easy access to your testicles. Once I separate some of the inner tissue, I’ll cut away part of the testicles themselves.”

“Not just part – most,” Mark said. “We want them peanut sized.”

“Seriously, that small?” Brian asked.

“That’s what you said.” He looked at the doctor. “Go ahead.”

The doctor carefully opened Brian’s scrotum and released his right testicle. He cut away about three-fourths of the tissue, then repeated the same procedure on the other side. When he was done, he stitched the wound closed then handed Brian a small hand mirror.

“I had to estimate the exact size of course,” the doctor explained, “but I figured one inch long by half an inch tall would be about right.”

Brian looked down at his bruised sac. It was hard to tell where his tiny balls were among the swelling.

“I can’t even see them!”

“Don’t worry, the swelling will go down quickly. Once it’s healed, the scrotum will shrink to its original size. As for the testicles, well, they’ll be about as big as they were when you were ten.”

Brian imagined how comical a man would look with boy sized testicles at 6’3. Since his sac hung low, he wouldn’t even be able to hide his shrunken balls behind his dick. The tiny organs would just look like small bumps in an otherwise empty sack of skin.

Mark handed a wad of bills to Brian. “Even with baby balls, you are more man than me! But don’t forget, you still have to show them off.”

“Yeah, yeah, once I heal.”

True to his word, Brian stripped down at the bar as soon as he had recovered. Most of the men simply laughed at him, but others took to flicking his tiny balls with their fingers whenever they saw him. Brian took it all in stride.

Part Three

The next time Mark saw Brian, they laughed about the dares he had gone through with.

“I have to thank you,” Brian said. “Before, I was horny as hell all hours of the day. But with these tiny guys, my sex drive’s a quarter of what it used to be. And I don’t make much cum anymore, so clean up is a breeze.”

Mark laughed. “Well if that’s the case, you might as well finish the job.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, cut them out completely.”

“Dude, my balls may be tiny now, but I still need them.”

“You said yourself you were happy to have a lower sex drive. Well, this would take care of that completely.”

“Yeah, but I still need them for testosterone and cum.”

“You can take hormones for that, and you don’t really need cum unless you’re planning to get some girl pregnant.”

“That’s true I guess. But I don’t want to have an empty sac. It’s bad enough with the way it looks now.”

“Let’s compromise,” Mark said. “I dare you to get what’s left of your balls cut out, and in their place you get a couple of implants.”

Brian thought it over. “That could work.”

“But I want to make it interesting,” Mark added. “So instead of some natural silicone, let’s really give you balls of steel.”

“Metal balls?”

“Oh yeah. Sub guys do it all the time. Think you can handle it?”

“Alright, but I don’t want another set of tiny ones.”

“Deal.” The two men shook hands, then Mark called his friend to schedule an appointment for Brian’s operation.

When they arrived at the doctor’s clinic, he explained the procedure to them.

“Basically, I will cut open the scrotum again and simply cut the cords connected to your testicles. Keep in mind that this part is completely permanent, so once they are out, there is no going back.”

Brian nodded. “I understand.”

“Mark told me you wanted metal implants instead of the traditional silicone ones. How big did you want them?”

“I dunno, natural size I guess.”

“No, no, let’s make you look like a real man,” Mark said. “What sizes do you have?”

The doctor showed the two men several sets of implants. Mark chose the largest, which were steel spheres two inches in diameter each.

“Dude, those aren’t going to fit in my sac,” Brian said.

“Sure they will, it’ll just be tight.”

“But it won’t look anything like a real set.”

“That’s the point. You gonna back out?”

“No, I’m in. Or I guess, my balls are out.” Brian chuckled nervously.

The operation was longer than the original one on his balls, and when it was over, Brian was surprised by how different his scrotum felt. Before, the skin hung low with a tiny pair of testicles swinging at the bottom. Now, his sac was completely stretched over the implants.

His dick sat snugly on top of his bulging balls, which occasionally rang out when they hit each other. He began daring other men to knee him or punch him in the groin, only to laugh when they recoiled in pain. He thought it was worth the price of losing his real balls.

Part Four

Brian quickly became accustomed to his new balls, but he did miss not being able to produce semen anymore. With hormone therapy he was able to maintain his muscular build and his sex drive, but he soon found the steel balls made it nearly impossible to fuck a guy without hurting him. He took to bottoming instead, which he grew to enjoy.

Mark cornered Brian one night and joked about his new sexual preference.

“Too bad you can’t use that pretty dick of yours anymore.”

“It’s okay. It’s still nice to look and I can jack it when I need to.”

“So you’re okay with being half a man?” Mark reach down and tapped Brian’s crotch.

“With these steel balls, I’m more man than you!”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah!”

“Okay, well then big man, how bout we prove just how much a man they make you.”

“What’d you have in mind?”

“If all you need are those big steel balls, then I dare you to have your penis cut off.”

“Dude, my dick?”

“Hey, you don’t really use it anymore, and honestly, it looks pretty small anyway compared to those steel things.”

“Seven inches isn’t small.”

“Not when you’re hard, but when you’re soft it’s like what, three inches tops? And with your hair it gets kind of lost down there.”

“Well, you do have a point there. Okay, how much are we talking here?”

“Let’s make this fun. How ‘bout you keep one inch. Just enough to look like you’ve got a penis, but not enough to really do anything with.”

“That’s gonna be hard, man. I really like jacking sometimes.”

“Why? You can’t cum anymore, and besides, you take it up the ass now. You gotta stop thinking like you can fuck someone.”

“But I’m gonna look like a freak with huge balls and no dick.”

“Then let’s get you smaller balls.” Mark said.

“How much smaller?”

“Normal sized balls would still look strange compared to a stump dick. Let’s go back to your last size.”

“Dude, my real balls were baby sized after the doctor hacked them up.”

“And that is just the right size for a baby sized dick.”

Brian grudgingly agreed. They made an appointment with their usual doctor to perform the operation, which Brian found himself eagerly awaiting as the date drew nearer.

The day of the operation, Brian was shaved and cleaned before surgery. He opted to remain awake during the operation so he could witness the last of his manhood being removed.

The doctor began by injecting a local anesthetic, then lubricating his urethral opening. He then inserted a long founding rod, which forced Brian’s penis erect. He had carefully marked a line around Brian’s shaft where he would make the incision. At best, Brian would be left with a one inch penis that grew another half inch when erect.

The doctor pressed his scalpel deep into Brian’s penis, then moved the blade around the shaft until he had reached the original incision. Brian’s eyes widened as he felt the doctor gently tug on the shaft. With a little force, the penis separated from the base. The doctor slid Brian’s penis off the rod and placed it on a tray next to him.

After removing the rod and closing the wound, the doctor them opened Brian’s scrotum and remove his giant implants. Mark had selected a smaller replacement set; each metal ball was only half an inch in diameter, a quarter the previous size. Brian’s sac had been stretched considerably by the weight of his first implants, and the new ones were easily lost inside the draping folds of skin.

Brian needed several weeks to heal completely, and when he returned to the bar, everyone was eager to see how his manhood had been reduced. They took turns twisting his stump between their fingers and slapping his metal balls around in their sac.

On a dare, Brian found he could stretch his scrotum between his legs and insert his balls into his ass. Without real testicles to feel the pain, he could do a lot more than other men at the bar. He sometimes missed being able to fuck and cum, but he enjoyed the attention he got. He also discovered there was no shortage of men who wanted to fuck his ass and remind him who was the real man.