I used to be a proud, arrogant bastard until six months ago. I group of guys at my gym had had enough of my disrespect of them, and decided to teach me a savage lesson in manners. Now my outlook on life - and the most intimate regions of my body - have been changed forever.
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As I stood in front of the mirror in my bathroom, having a shave by the first light of the morning sun, I regarded my naked reflection in the full-length mirror in front of me. I had just showered, and the water was still dripping down and glistening on my taut, bare skin, tracing the lines of my muscles as it trickled down to the floor. My body was perfect – as athletic and powerful as it had ever been, as superior to other guys’ as it was when I pounded my very first ass in the locker room at junior high. Perfect in every respect – except one. Until six months ago I was a proud, arrogant bastard. I outperformed every other man at my leisure club, and I had a clear three inches of dick length over all of them in the locker room afterwards. At work I was way ahead of every other guy on sales figures, and at play I dominated every man I fucked. I was an alpha male and I knew it. But now I don’t have much to be proud about. And I’m on the bottom rung of the ladder, not the top. The day that changed everything began normally enough. I had a great day at work - $175,000 in new sales, easily better than the rest of the turkeys in the office put together – and I went down the gym with every intention of taking the rush I was feeling out on the equipment. It was even better than my usual performance, and I took every opportunity to tell the other guys just how shit they were next to me. The comments flowed freely – “Is that the best you can fucking manage? I can lift thirty more than that in my sleep.” … “I can keep that pace up for half an hour, but you’re flaking out after seven minutes?! What a loser!” … “You couldn’t finish that set if your life depended on it – why don’t you quit and join the senior citizens’ aerobics class, you’re nearly old enough?” I was enjoying making everyone else feel like shit, but I couldn’t hang around any longer as the club was closing early for maintenance that night. And besides, I was hoping to hit the town and pick up a nice piece of fresh young ass. I went downstairs to the locker room and started stripping for the shower. I had just discarded my jockstrap and was naked apart from my flip- flops when the other four guys who had been upstairs lifting weights came in. Most of the staff and all the other members had left for the night by this time so the five of us were alone. I casually picked up my bottle of shower gel and ambled across the locker room towards the showers, passing right by the other guys who regarded me mostly with sullen stares and stony silence. But, as ever, they couldn’t help but cast glances down at my crotch whenever it was exposed – it wasn’t, I thought, that they were also queers, it was just that they couldn’t believe what they were seeing. I was one hell of a man, 6’4” and 195lb of solid muscle, black hair and green eyes, and an incredible dick – even though it was completely limp it still measured 8” from the tip of my bell-end back to the base, eight long inches of thick, uncut prime tubesteak. Behind it were a pair of huge, duck-egg sized balls slung low in their hairy sac. And the fact that I wore flip-flops only served to emphasize the nudity of the great mass of my lean, muscular frame towering above my feet. The torso – my broad chest and shoulders, washboard abs and firm, compact behind, as well as my huge endowment – was especially impressive. I walked past the others without comment and entered the large, open shower – fifteen heads arranged along three walls of the square, white-tiled room – and began to shower at the far end. Eventually the other men followed me in and began their showers along the left-hand wall of the room. I positioned myself facing outwards, deliberately, so that they’d all get another good look at my manhood as they walked in. And I also saw theirs – a collection of small, misshapen specimens if ever there was one. I smirked broadly in contempt of each guy’s masculinity as he entered, before turning round to lather up my stallion-sized genitals and finish my shower. I got out before them as well, and was just pulling on a pair of briefs when the other four guys all emerged together and came walking towards me. One of the four, John, a powerlifter and easily the biggest of the men, seemed to be the leader of the puny posse. “Now listen, you arrogant, smug, self-centered fucker,” he began, “It’s bad enough that we have to put up with your being top dog around here, without you rubbing our noses in the shit every fucking evening. We’ve had a belly full of you, and you’d better keep your mouth shut from now on if you don’t want to get the kicking of your fucking life!” “Bullshit!” I replied. “The four of you put together couldn’t kick me any further than you could throw me – probably about three inches, judging from your useless performances up there tonight. You guys are just so many drips of piss coming out of my dick. Look – you’re even dripping over the floor round my bench. You should piss off back to your lockers and dry off those little boy weeners of yours, before I kick each one of you clean across the room.” John yelled back, “You obviously didn’t hear what I was saying. Maybe we…” “Fuck off, asshole!” I interjected. Immediately John flew into a rage and flung himself at me. I felled him with a quick left hook, but he soon recovered and by then the other three had managed to overpower me. They were restraining me by my neck and arms, and I couldn’t free myself no matter how hard I struggled. John slugged me hard in the belly with a right and it hurt. Whilst I was winded I lost my footing and, under John’s direction, I was dragged into position and flung face down onto the bench. It was a broad, low wooden surface onto which my chin, chest, abs and manhood landed with a thud. My legs now dangled over the edge, as my arms were bound with the carrying strap from my holdall, so tight that my hands started to go numb. John then appeared in my field of vision again, towering above my head to my right. I’d never seen anyone so angry. He raged at me, and said he’d warned me I’d be punished if I kept disrespecting me so blatantly. “Steve, you’re the biggest asshole I’ve ever met. We all know what you’re capable of – humiliating every other man in the gym, then cruising the bars at night for innocent virgin college boys to lure back to your apartment and fuck until they bleed. Well, now we’re gonna teach you a lesson you’ll NEVER forget!” As I said there were three guys holding me down. One pinned my back, and the other two held my legs as I tried to kick free, bucking violently and knocking my flip-flops off in the process. Now the two on leg duty each grabbed my briefs at the hip and yanked them down over my buttocks, thighs, and calves and clean off my feet and threw them over to John, leaving me totally naked and completely vulnerable. I knew what must be coming now, and for the first time my anger gave way to fear. As the leg duty lifted my ass high into the air and spread my legs wide I cried “No! Please don’t rape me!” and would’ve tried to scream for help, but I was quickly silenced as John first stuffed my briefs down my throat, and then picked my sweaty jock off the floor and gagged me with it for good measure. I could now only make dull moaning noises and try to breath through my nose as John got onto the bench and took over holding my back down from the other guy, to whom he said “You first, Jack. That rocket between your thighs looks just about ready to take off!” With just those few words Jack got up and walked round behind me, and soon I could feel his wet body brushing against my thighs. He then began to probe my backside eagerly with his rock-hard pecker, and it didn’t take him long to find his target. I managed to keep him out of my behind for a few seconds by tensing my anus for all I was worth, but he reached between my legs and squeezed my dangling balls so hard that I lost all control and he rammed his whole length up my ass, right to the hilt. Now, I had given many fuckings in my life but had never taken one before, so the violent thrusts of his short but thick member were like having a red-hot poker forced up my back passage over and over again. Moreover, both his hands were now gripping my cheeks firmly, gripping hard to provide him with even more purchase. He must’ve come after only two minutes, but they were the longest two minutes of my life and by the end of them my rectum throbbed with pain, and my butt and genitals were sore from his grip and the regular motion of the humping which smashed my dick and balls against my abs repeatedly during the screw. Oh I wished, how I wished, that the lesson would end there, but there was much worse to come. As soon as Jack pulled out I felt a second, much large penis enter me and I knew the time had arrived for John to get his own back – and boy, did he ever! Even in the most outrageous Roman orgy I doubt if any ass took half the pounding that mine did from him. It lasted half an hour and at the end a thick mess of cum and blood ran out of my rectum and down my hanging scrotal sac. I didn’t think it was possible for the pain to get any more profound, any more intense, than at the moment he withdrew his spent cock from my aching hole. But I was wrong. One of the guys who was holding my legs (whom I didn’t know) said “Shit, haven’t we humiliated him enough? Being trussed up like a chicken and given two massive butt-fuckings would be enough to punish most guys for a whole lifetime of insults. Can’t we just let him go now?” “Normally I’d agree with you,” said John, “but this here piece of shit merits special treatment.” I could hear John walking over to his locker and open it, and as he walked back Jack whistled “Holy shit!” I soon learned why, as I felt a great piece of cold steel being thrust between my legs from behind. What it was I still don’t know to this day – perhaps a carving knife, or a hunting or combat blade – but I felt the razor sharp point of it as it came to rest against the root of my penis. I was terrified, and made one last attempt to struggle free, but all it did was aggravate the burning in my ass and cause the big knife to cut the skin behind my scrotum, dangerously close to all the vital machinery at the very base of my manhood. “Yeah! Let’s take the whole of his toolbox clean off!” cried Jack in excitement. “When we’ve finished with him all that’ll be left is a useless, sexless eunuch! Bet he won’t be parading about here dissing us with no knob or nuts to wave around. Give me the knife ad I’ll dig it all out whole myself!” “No.” John replied forcefully, putting Jack in his place. I said I thought they were all straight, but I was beginning to wonder if John wasn’t giving Jack regular workouts focussing around the area of his buttocks. “I’ve got a better idea. Steve’s been lording it over us for years, waving his great whacker about. I think that it’s high time somebody cut him down to size once and for all!” John reached down between my legs and, grabbing my glans with his left hand, pulled it down so hard that I think it must’ve ended up being stretched to a foot or more, and I thought it might just tear clean off. Then he carefully positioned the blade about two inches down my shaft from where it joined the scrotum, and began to cut. As I convulsed in agony, weak from my previous rough treatment but still able to buck and shake around my torso in a desperate attempt to avoid the inevitability of my penectomy, the instrument continued to saw slowly through my cock. Finally, after about two minutes, it was just joined to my body by a flap of skin. With one tremendous tug, John broke this final connection and ripped my dick away from my body. All that remained of it now was a little bleeding stump between my legs, and the lifeless worm that was now in his fist. As I remained suspended, my blood either pooling in my head after forty minutes in the position or coursing out from between my legs, and the hot stinging tears mingled with the sweat on my brow so as almost to blind me, I could barely think or even breath as I heard John walk over to the toilets and flush my severed manhood down the pan. The finality of the act somehow dulled the pain of my final humiliation as Jack, frustrated at having been denied the opportunity to either perform the act himself or see me castrated too as he had wished, picked up one of my flip-flops and started pummeling me across the butt with the wet, black plastic-rubber slab. The spanking made a long series of loud, rapid cracks as the shoe hit my red-raw behind that sounded like a machine gun being fired. I finally passed out and, when I came to again, my torturers had packed up and left by the fire exit and the janitor had removed me underwear from my mouth and clamped a towel against my stump to staunch the bleeding whilst we waited for the ambulance to arrive. I was taken to hospital, where they tended to my swollen backside and balls and salvaged what was left of my once proud dong. I now understood the full extent of the punishment meted out to me – with the rest of my equipment still intact I would continue to have the same raging sexual urges, and even to experience the sensation of erection deep between my legs, but I had so little length that I would never be able to penetrate a man again. And I would always have the tiniest, ugliest pecker in the locker room. Truly, the cruelest cut of all. And yet, in all honesty, I cannot say that I didn’t have it coming. At least the way I am now I’ve learnt humility and I don’t treat everyone around me as an inferior to be abused or an ass to be fucked (in fact, of course, the only way I can get any action now is to let all other men give me what’s coming to me, rather than the other way around). The brutal gang rape and savage loss of most of my penis may have been the most agonising events of my life, but perhaps if anything good can be said to have come of it it has at least made me a kinder and more considerate individual – for which, I am truly grateful. If only I could’ve learnt that lesson earlier I would still be whole today.