Frat pt. 2

The further adventures of our hero

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FIRST SEMESTER, SOPHOMORE YEAR

	When we came back the guys we had voted for at the end of 
last year had already been cut and healed, and were free for the 
taking.  I passed on them and started out with Big Andy, which suited 
both of us just fine.  His ass was nice and tight from not being used 
much all summer - he was incredibly horny, as he said he couldn't 
really do it with anybody not in the frat from embarrassment.  I 
realized how much that must suck, and I was only happier that I 
hadn't been selected after all.  When I was done I pulled out and my 
dick even made a little pop from his ungodly tight ass.

	After we were done, Keith, a junior, came up to me and asked 
if I was still bottoming out.  I told him I would but I had to cut 
back this summer.  From there on out, I tended to top again almost 
exclusively, using the cut brothers.  

	We had a whole new slew of pledges to bring into the frat, 
and enjoyed their flesh enourmously.  That occupied much attention 
for awhile, trying them out as it were, and torturing them in little 
ways when we saw stubble on their arms or caught them with their ties 
off.

	The weird thing was, even when voting which five of them got 
to lose their organs, I didn't have much desire to be cut - it just 
hadn't come back.



SECOND SEMESTER

	At least, it didn't first semester.  I left for Christmas and 
came back.  The first night I headed for the showers to wash up 
before hitting the sack and saw most of the cut guys in the shower 
showing off each other - flexing muscles, showing off how small their 
stubs had gotten, stuff like that.  I whipped it out right there, it 
was such a hot sight - all this prime beef and it was all cattle.

	They laughed and made me leave the shower - "Geldings only!" 
they shouted after me.  I headed back to my room and jacked off three 
times thinking about it, only finally succumbing to sleep when my arm 
was too tired and the skin on my dick too sore and thin to continue.  
The desire to be cut returned, and in full force.

	I became the whore again, and this time did mention it to 
somebody when asked.  "You want your dick gone?" Joe asked.

	I shrugged.  "It's just something about it.  I'm trying to 
win the vote but I don't want to be dishonest or campaign or 
anything."

	"But, you WANT it gone?  I always thought the guys that got 
cut didn't want to leave the frat or something."

	"Well, yeah."

	Other people found out about it and I encountered the same 
attitude sometimes.  It amazed me that these guys who regularly 
fucked guys without dicks seemed so weirded out by the fact that one 
intact male actually wanted his gone.  Others agreed with me and 
wished me luck, but most were just indifferent.

	Still, I had high hopes when the elections came around this 
year that I'd be picked as one of the guys to lose their cock and 
balls.  I eagerly awaited the elections to come around and all 
through finals it was all I could think of.  If everybody else was 
studying, I would even jack off three or four times a day imagining 
what it would be like.

	As it turned out, I shouldn't have gotten my hopes so high, 
as I was once again passed over.  It was policy not to tell how many 
votes anybody got, but one of the guys let slip informally that I had 
made a good showing, it just wasn't enough to be among the top two.  
A number of men came up and said they voted for me - "Maybe next 
year" became the anthem of my life.  I could only watch jealously as 
the selected men were led away to be cut.



SUMMER

	I didn't let it get me down, though.  Fine, I thought - I 
wasn't picked this year, but I would be picked the next!  All I had 
to do was figure out what these guys all wanted in a 'most fuckable' 
and then try to become it.  If I had been a slut at school, I was 
surely a whore that summer, sleeping with everybody I could and 
finding out exactly what they wanted in a bottom.  I worked on 
technique, style, everything.  I worked out to try and better my 
muscle tone and mass, I ran every day.  By the end of that summer I 
the fittest I'd ever been in my life.  My grades were good, I was in 
great shape, and ready to take on my junior year.



FIRST SEMESTER, JUNIOR YEAR

	This proved to be my hardest semester yet academically, and I 
worked my butt off.  At the same time I was trying to stay in shape 
and find out what most of my brothers wanted.  Most of them seemed to 
prefer well-built guys,and those that didn't wanted boyish types.  I 
had a hard time figuring out how to reconcile the two; I mean, boys 
don't tend to have too much muscle on them.

	The only way out of this dilemma I could think of was to keep 
a boyish face and a manly body.  We were already required to shave, 
so I started waxing.  I kept my face clean-shaven, and simply 
increased my toning workouts.  Guys were responding to it already - 
my ass was a lot tighter, and it got lots of comments.  I started 
wearing jeans a size or so smaller to show it off, and tight white 
tee shirts or wife beaters to show off my arms and chest.  By the end 
of the semester I had a tightly packed, muscular body, and a few guys 
were telling me they wished they could vote to have me cut as a 
pledge right then.



SECOND SEMESTER

	Early this semester, I had a revelation.  I'd been sleeping 
with most everybody and they all seemed to like me a whole lot.  It 
occurred to me that maybe that was part of the problem - everybody 
knew they could have me, so why bother cutting me?  Andy seemed to 
agree with me on that one, but when I said I should just stop 
sleeping with people, he disagreed.  "Don't stop completely, just 
slow it down, but dress provocatively.  No shirt, tight shorts, walk 
to the shower naked, that sort of thing."

	That seemed like good advice, so I tried it.  It was a lot 
easier once it warmed up some, and when I started saying "No, I can't 
fuck right now," I could tell that guys were starting to think of it 
as a reward when I could.  The final thing that cinched it was when 
the current frat prez, a senior who I hung out with sometimes, issued 
a notice that they knew some guys were sleeping with noneunuchs, and 
should stop immediately.  This gave me even more help as now I could 
say, "I can't sleep with you dude - you saw the post.  I gotta be 
cut."

	The only downside to this was that now I was horny all the 
time too.  Andy, being my favorite fuck, went to bed worn out every 
night, and when he couldn't fuck around then I tended to enjoy myself 
with the freshmen.

	Elections came around, and I watched people as they voted, 
eyes glancing toward me as they scanned the room.  I was sure I'd be 
picked this year, and when they read out the names, I was on the edge 
of my seat.  The first name: "Sean MacArthur."  I looked at Sean, who 
smiled back.  The prez smiled as he read the second.  "Erik 
Thomasson."

	I fell over.  I had been hoping for this for the past two and 
some years, and now it had finally happened!  The guys next to me 
helped me up and over to Sean and the alumnus who was to cut us.  
Andy gave me a hug before we went in.

	"Get naked, men," said the alumnus.  We did so, as did 
he.  "Before we go through with this, I want you to see exactly what 
will happen."  He gestured toward his own groin, which was indeed 
smooth.  "Today I'll just be removing your testicles, and then after 
about two weeks I'll return and we'll get the rest.  I do need to ask 
now - are you both okay with this?"  I nodded, as did Sean.  "Then 
you'll need to sign a few things..."  He pulled out some legal forms 
that authorized him to perform the discussed elective surgeries on 
us.  The forms themselves said nothing about actual castration, 
artfully dodging the subject.  "You guys keep the yellow copy.  We'll 
do Sean first."

	He had Sean stand with his legs a little bit apart while the 
alum spread disinfectant all over his groin area.  The alum put 
gloves on and stuck Sean with an anesthetic, then had him get on his 
hands and knees on top of a table in the middle of the room, legs 
spread.  Sean had a giant erection.  While we waited for him to go 
numb, the alum put the disinfectant on me and stuck me as well.

	After about five minutes Sean said he was totally numb, and 
by that point so was I - I could feel everything but my genitals.  
They still had weight and I could feel their pull, but not actually 
feel them.  The alum started cutting right away, two vertical slits 
along the sides of Sean's scrotum, out pop the balls, then snip snip 
and they fell to the table.  Sean said he could feel tugging but not 
much pain.  The alum snipped off his scrotum and tied some blood 
vessels off, then trimmed up the loose skin and put about ten 
stitches in.  He washed Sean up, applied more disinfectant just to 
his cock, then put the adhesive bandage around it.  He told Sean that 
he could go ahead and leave if he wanted to, and Sean left the room 
without his balls.

	Now it was my turn.  "Now, son, I've heard some stories about 
you."

	"Really?"

	"Why don't you lie back on the table here.?" I did so, 
wondering why Sean hadn't done it this way.  He strapped me down.  
This was getting very kinky, and I was kinda worried but very turned 
on.  "It seems you've been getting a lot of play from your brothers, 
even though you know this is against the rules."  I didn't say 
anything.  "Therefore, you'll get a slightly different treatment."  
Uh, oh, I thought to myself.  

	"What..." I stuttered, "What are you going to do to me?" I 
asked him, the worry clearly showing in my voice.

	"You'll see.  Just lay back and relax; this shouldn't hurt 
much."  I lay back but sure as hell couldn't relax.  He ran a 
catheter down my pisshole and I knew that he was going to do 
something to my cock, but I had no idea what.  I hoped he was just 
going to remove it.

	While my bladder voided, he stuck me with an IV as well.  
Once that was in and my bladder empty, he started the cut, around my 
cock, then sliding it right off and into a waiting pan.  It was 
bleeding like crazy from the hole, but he expertly tied off the 
veins, sucked some of the blood out, and cleaned it up.  Next he 
continued digging around down in there, and I could feel him much 
further in.  I had continued to get numb deeper into my groin, more 
than Sean had, and while this hurt it was tolerable.  Once he had dug 
out all manner of tissue down there, he tied it all up.  I felt sort 
of empty inside.  It occurred to me that with what he had done, I 
wouldn't even have a stub.  This could be a problem.  The guy did 
more down there but I couldn't really figure out what he was doing, 
and every time I opened my mouth he told me not to talk.

	I was getting worried about what he was doing but stayed 
quiet, worried I'd piss him off or something.  After he finished with 
the remnants of my cock he started on my balls.  He trimmed the 
scrotum away, leaving my testicles exposed.  He stuck a needle into 
each, and from them sucked out a large amount of sperm, leaving them 
shrunken and shriveled.  Next, he pushed them through these holes up 
under where my cock had been and into my body.  Next, he pulled the 
skin together and stiched everything up, leaving my groin smooth but 
for two neat lines of stitches.  Then, almost as an afterthought, he 
cut my nipples off and stitched that skin back up as well.

	The alum cleaned me off and redisinfected me, then packed a 
bandage over my stitches.  "Don't move, son, let me explain."  I lay 
back.  "Your manhood is gone forever, but your punishment may last 
awhile.  Your balls are still in you, up in their cavities, and right 
now they're pretty small.  However, they're gonna start growing again 
real soon, as they fill up with sperm they'll start to hurt a whole 
lot.  That means you'll have to cum, and often."  That shouldn't be 
so bad, I figured.  "You may not think that'll be so bad, but it will 
be.  In one month I'll return and get your balls out.  I guarantee 
you'll be begging for it."  I wasn't so sure of that but didn't want 
to say anything.  "Now also, you'll be urinating differently.  You've 
got a new pisshole here," he pointed to the hole between my 
legs, "and your piss and cum will come from here now.  Learn to use 
it; it shouldn't be too much different than before, you'll just have 
to sit from now on."

	After that he gave me careful instructions how to care for 
the wound, and told me not to walk much until the stitches came out 
on their own, in about a week.  He'd check up on me when he came back 
to take Sean's cock.  He then let me off the table, and I was able to 
walk slowly.

	I emerged from the room and all eyes went to me.  Even with 
the packing in my groin it was clear what had been done to me, and a 
number of guys sprouted boners right there.  For the rest of the 
evening my ass almost never was empty.



SUMMER

	When I woke up just the very next day my balls were already 
starting to hurt.  A lot of guys were leaving town, so they got some 
goodbye sex.  Really it just hurt - without the painkiller I was 
really sore.  The alumnus had left some pills for me and they did 
help a little, but not much.  That, and my balls were a little sore.  
I remembered what he had said about keeping them drained and realized 
this might be harder than I thought.

	Over the next week or so I was healing up and mostly just lay 
in bed at the house.  I was to take classes this summer so stayed in 
town and lived at the house.  The other brothers were very 
understanding and helpful during this time, bringing me stuff while I 
lay in bed.  I don't think they knew exactly why I had done what had 
been done, they just thought I wanted it all gone early.  They could 
tell something was different as when the other guys lost their dicks 
they weren't in bed this long.

	I tried my best to get sex from them, too.  My balls hurt 
like crazy, like I'd been kicked in them but constantly.  The problem 
was that once I'd been fucked once or twice, my drive went away but 
my balls still hurt.  The painkillers helped a little, but still were 
inadequate.

	After a week the stitches came out and I could walk slowly 
with no pain.  My groin was badly bruised and purple, and it hurt to 
touch it.  After two weeks it was still bruised but I could walk at a 
normal pace.  My balls were sore as hell and I always felt nauseated, 
but this was the week they were to come out!

	The alum returned, and I had to wait for Sean to get his cock 
removed first.  I danced in my seat waiting, my balls hurt so much.  
Fortunately, doing Sean didn't take too long - disinfectant, 
anesthetic, catheter, a thwip! with the scalpel and sewing it all 
up.  Sean was the proud owner of a new stub with a piece of plastic 
hanging out of it.

	I hopped up on the table and lay there expectantly.  Same 
deal, disinfect, anesthetize, and I waited but it didn't seem like he 
was doing anything.  Then I felt the tugging again and the alum held 
up a pair of testicles.  "These are yours."

	It's already over? I thought.  I got up.  "Same deal," he 
told me, "don't do much until the stitches come out, and then for a 
week or two after."  He left me with a month's batch of hormone 
pills, said he'd be back in a month for the followup, and that was it.

	To make a dull story short, I healed up okay.  I managed a 
very minor infection but two days after starting antibiotics it went 
away.  Once I healed up it was kinda neat having a totally smooth 
groin.  I got into the habit of rubbing it even though nothing 
happened down there.  Most guys seemed to get off on it, and liked 
the fact that the only way I could get off was by being fucked, which 
they were only too happy to oblige me in.

	I kinda liked showing off, too.  I came pretty close to 
blowing the fraternity secret a few times wearing tight swimming 
trunks to the pool or something, but only got some funny looks.  I'd 
play basketball a lot with my shirt off and my lack of nipples 
sometimes attracted attention.  Because of the way shadows fell on my 
chest, it looked from a distance like they were just really small, 
but up close you could tell they were gone.  Sometimes somebody asked 
me about it, and my usual story was I had a weird congenital thing 
where they never grew in right.  That seemed to satisfy most people.

	The rest of the summer was just fun - I did all the things I 
wanted to do on my last summer before I got a real job for the rest 
of my life.