Toys

I didn't want to spend any more time in here than necessary, so just went up to the guy at the register to ask where the pumps were. He was pretty attractive, in a biker sort of way. He looked pretty tall from behind the desk, strong jaw. His head and face were shaven and he wore a red bandanna on it, jeans, and a loose tank top that showed off his large arms and smooth chest.

Suddenly I was more embarrassed to be talking to an attractive guy in a porno store than I felt nervous about being in it, but before I could turn away and start looking on my own, he said, "Can I help you with somethin', buddy?"

"Uh...yeah..." I stammered. "I'm looking for a...one of those pump things. It's a gag gift for my roommate." I blushed a bit.

He gave me this look like he thought I was lying, then smiled broadly. "No problem, buddy. Here, I'll show ya." With that he hopped over the desk with one hand on it, like a gymnast on a horse, and landed right next to me. "Right this way."

He led me over to the side of the store and pointed them out. "Do you know what size you need?"

"No, no, it's for my roommate..."

"You sure he won't take it personal?" The guy was smiling.

"No, see, he's...he's, um, really big - like ten inches or so. Humongous. It's a joke because he so obviously doesn't need it."

"Oh, I get it," the guy laughed a little. "Here, you want this one, then." He reached up and pulled down the 'Magnum' from the top shelf. It showed a pretty buff guy on the front with this enormous tube over his equally enormous cock. That looked about right...

"You might want to look at going the other way, though," the guy said. He gestured over to the next shelf. "We got these, also." He held up a box labelled, "The Emasculator," which had a picture of a guy with only a little tiny cock - almost like just a little stub.

"What's that do?" I asked. "Cut your dick off?"

"No, no," he smiled. "It shrinks it. Like a vacuum pump but it has the opposite effect - it slowly shrinks your dick to nothing. I figured that would be funnier. You know, for a guy with a ten inch cock."

"Does it really work?" I asked.

"Oh, yeah," the guy said. He looked around the store for a minute. "Here, come in the back for a second and I'll show you." I followed him into the office wondering what he'd show me - like a video or something? If this thing really worked then it was getting me a little horny.

There was another guy in there already, a little wiry guy with a moustache. "Yo Billy. We need the room for a minute." Billy said okay and cleared out. The guy shut the door behind Billy. I was really wondering what was going on now, but when the guy started to undo his pants all became clear: I was going to get some ass!

Or so I thought. When his pants came down, so did my jaw. The guy had obviously been using the Emasculator on himself, as his cock was, well, gone. All that was there was a little tiny hole. "Does it castrate you, too?" I asked.

"No, man, we've got a self-castration kit for that. Both of these are for master/slave types, but I just get off on them. Or, at least, I used to."

"Wow." My erection was pressing against the fabric of my jeans.

"You think you want one?" he asked. "I'll show you how to use it; it's a little tricky."

"Uh, yeah, sure."

"Okay. Take your clothes off." I did in a jiffy, my erection popping out of my underwear as I pulled it down. "Okay, you fit it over your dick like this..." he unrolled a rubber tube, like a condom, so it went tightly over my dick. "Then you adjust it like this..." He turned a little knob and the tube felt like it was suctioned to my cock. "Okay then you just flip this little switch." He flicked it on with his thumb and the tube started to get a little warm.

"So that's it?" I asked. "It just starts working?"

"Yeah, but it takes awhile. You want to wear it home?"

"Yeah, sure!" We put our clothes back on and he rang the Emasculator and the penis enlarger pump for my roommate up in the front. I could barely feel my dick anymore; it just felt really warm. I drove home excited, repeatedly gripping my dick through my shorts, trying to feel it getting smaller.

When I got home I was afraid to take it off yet, so I went and had dinner, then ended up running into some friends and watched a movie in their dorm room. When I got back to my room I shed my pants and took a look at it.

My cock was definitely smaller - about half an inch in length and it looked a little skinner, too. I got a big ol' boner and played with it a while, then put the Emasculator back on. I tried to study but couldn't concentrate thinking about it, so just went walking. I wore a loose shirt so I could try to hide my boner sticking out of my pants, and in the end I couldn't stand the thought anymore so went back to the room and into the bathroom for a shower and masturbatory session.

My dick looked about an inch shorter now, total. This thing was amazing. I wondered how long it would take for my whole cock to disappear like the guy in the store's had. I came twice before I was too sensitive to continue, so went back to the room and put the thing on again. Now that I'd jacked off I could study with the thing on again, but before I went to bed that night I jacked off again.

I wore it all night and when I woke up the next morning I was delighted - my morning wood was only about two inches tall, almost a little stub! I headed to the bathroom and jacked off again, this time having a little trouble what with my cock being so small. I dressed and put the Emasculator back on, then got some food and headed off to class.

My first class was at ten and then I had another just after at eleven. After those I headed back to the dorm for the two hours until my next one. While I was reading back in the room I felt the Emasculator lose suction and fall off me. I unzipped my jeans and pulled my undies back.

It was gone. I'd not been thinking about it while studying, and the reason the device had fallen off me was because there wasn't anything for it to hold onto. I locked the door - the roommate shouldn't be back for an hour or so but I didn't want to take any chances.

I took all my clothes off and looked at myself in the mirror. My balls hung heavy and loose. I was horny as hell and if I'd still had a cock it would be totally erect. I stared at my body in the mirror, my gaze always coming back to my dickless crotch. I wanted to masturbate but didn't really know any way to do it, so just rubbed my balls until my next class.

That night I was trying to figure out something to do to get off. I knew some guys could come to orgasm through anal sex, but that just seemed...well, gross. With my dick gone I knew that what I really needed was to finish the job - the guy had said they sold do-it-yourself castration machines.

That night was my roommate Joey's birthday. I got pretty smashed, and the pump as a gag gift went over pretty well - everybody laughed and all, and Joey put it away to 'play with later.' I had a few opportunities that night for physical intimacy but still had enough of my wits about me not to do it - I didn't want the whole world knowing I didn't have a penis. Unfortunately all of this just made me even hornier.

I held off for a day or two unless I decided to change my mind, and just got hornier and hornier the whole time. I was desparate to get off and couldn't control my urges at all. On Thursday, the third night after my dick disappeared, I decided to go ahead and do it.

I went back to the store and the same guy was working. He recognized me immediately. "Hey, buddy. What's up?"

"Um. Nothing..." I wanted to ask him about the castration machines but was afraid to say anything with all these other people around.

"How'd you like the toy?" He smiled.

I smiled back. "It was great...but, um, I can't really use it anymore, if you know what I mean."

"I'm surprised it took you this long. So what do you need now?"

"You said you sold things that could, you know, finish me off. Can I get one of those?"

"Sure. We sell 'em under the counter. Forty bucks."

I dug out the money and handed it to him. "You had probably ought to go into the back room and make sure you know how to use it. You can go ahead and do it there if you want to. If you have any questions at all, come right back up here, okay?"

"Okay." I headed back and went into the room he'd first put the Emasculator on me in. I locked the door and got my pants off. My nuts were swinging low in the summer heat. I opened the plain-looking box and inside was another box - the real packaging.

"The Home E-Z Castration Kit," was the name of it. It showed a dick with no balls - just the opposite of me. I tore the box open eagerly and read over the instructions. It looked really easy and they had illustrations. You just put your nuts through this ring, tightened it and put these interlocking plastic pieces on, one cupping your nuts and the other around your waist. All I had left to do was push the button.

I took a deep breath and jammed my finger on the button. I felt a little prick as it stuck me with anesthetic, then just my scrotum pull away from my groin. There were some tugging feels - stitches, I knew from reading the instructions, and I felt a little ill, but happy in the knowledge that I wasn't going to be horny for too much longer.

I unstrapped the castrator and pulled it away from my groin. There was a tiny row of stitches under where my piss came out now. They were supposed to be absorbed by my body within two weeks, and all I had to do was keep it clean and covered with gauze provided in the box.

I put everything back in the box and the box in the bag, then got dressed. My pants sat so funny now - it just emphasized the feeling of my lack of anything between my legs, but I loved the feeling. Once ready I unlocked the door, waved to the guy, and drove back to the dorm.

I was still horny as hell the next day, but after that it started to get better. By the end of the third day I wasn't antsy at all, and in fact was just fine about it all. I had a hard time remembering exactly why I'd liked sex so much - I mean, I remembered the pleasure of an orgasm and all that but it just didn't feel like something worth doing anymore.

A week or two went by and then one Wednesday Joey and I were just reading in the room. I was up on the top bunk and studying quietly when Joey popped his head up. "Okay, I can't stand it anymore."

"What?"

"How do you deal with it?"

"Huh?"

"Being horny all the time and not having a dick!" he exclaimed.

I was bewildered. "What are you talking about?"

Joey looked flustered. "Okay, so you went home last weekend and I went to that party, right?"

"Yeah, sure."

"Well, this one chick said she was going to fuck me for my birthday but she got drunk to early and passed out. So here I was, turning down every opportunity for ass I had that night for her, and then I don't even get to poke her.

"So I come home after the party, still ragingly drunk, and I figure I'll jack off with that penis pump you got me. I was poking around and I found the thing."

"What thing?"

"The dick shrinker. I put it on and it felt nice, and then I passed out."

"Oh, shit." I had meant to just think it but it came out loud.

"So I wake up the next day and my cock, rock hard, is only four inches long."

"Man, I'm so sorry..." I felt pretty bad - his schlong had been impressive and all, but damn, to lose your cock without wanting to...I just felt like shit.

"No, don't, lemme finish." Joey was talking like he was on speed. "So like at first I was pissed, but then I kept thinking about it - I liked not having to hide it every time I got a boner. I liked jogging more cause my damn dick wasn't flopping everywhere. And then I thought about my reputation to uphold - everybody knew about my cock, but now that it barely cleared four inches I wasn't about to show it to anybody.

"So I was really mad about it, but then the thought of it being completely gone started to turn me on, dude. I'd seen you in your undies, I figured out where your package went. So I did it last week - I went to bed with it on and woke up dickless the next day."

He unbuttoned his pants and whipped his balls out. "Now look at my nuts - they're huge and blue. I need to fucking get off! How do you stand this shit? I figured if you could deal with it it must not be that bad but I'm about to explode!"

"Well, um, Joey..." I undid my pants. "After I got rid of my cock I went and finished the job." I pulled my pants down so he could see my smooth crotch. My pubic and body hair had mostly fallen out by this time and I'd gotten into the habit of shaving the rest.

Joey just stood there for a moment, a little stunned. "You cut your nuts off?"

"Well, yeah."

He just stared for a minute. "Can you do it to me?"

I hopped off the bed and took my pants off. He got out of his clothes and we stood there naked while I dug the E-Z Castrator out of the bottom of my closet. "Here, just hold still." It felt weird touching his balls while I put the device on him...if you'd said to me that I'd be castrating my roommate when we moved in I'd have said you were crazy, but then I guess if you'd told me I'd be as well equipped as a Ken doll by the end of the semester then I wouldn't have believed you either.

"You ready?" I asked him.

"Yeah." I pressed the button, and a few seconds later his balls were in my hand, still sealed.

"I flushed mine down the toilet," I told him.

"Yeah." Joey just stood there, staring at his nuts. After a few minutes he wrapped a towel around himself and went out to the bathroom. I started reading again. He came back half an hour later, still a little wet from his shower, and I was setting my alarm clock. I turned around as he dropped the towel and he just grabbed me and hugged me as hard as he could. I could tell he was still pretty shocked about this whole thing, so hugged him back. We held each other for a minute or two, and Joey whispered, "Thanks."

We ended up living with each other after the dorms. I had helped him through the hot flashes, some spells of depression, and all the other things that go with being emasculated. We developed a really close bond - it was really only around each other that we didn't have to guard our speech about things.

We shared a lot of time together naked. There was no sexual component to it, but it made us both feel better to be reminded that there was another guy like each of us was.