Cut Off By Girlfiend

My girlfriend, Wendy, is a cut-up in truth and had, and still has, 
desires to harvest cocks and balls -- one way or another -- as I 
found out the hard way.  She is fictional of course, trust me.

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Disclaimer: For ADULTS ONLY.  This is totally fiction and fantasy and 
for adult reading only.  You must be over 18 years old and it must be 
legal and acceptable to the local community or area you are in.   If 
erotic scenarios including bondage, torture, cannibalism etc. upset 
you... DO NOT read this!  Please do not repost.

This disclaimer must be presented and present with this story at all 
times. ~Aethean~

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Cut Off By Girlfriend:

 

         My girlfriend told me that she preferred the appearance of a 
smooth pubes, and asked me if I would consider it.   At first I gave 
her only evasive answers, but after thinking it over for a few weeks 
I decided to go ahead and tell her that I would indeed consider it.  
To my surprise, she was absolutely delighted, and became very excited 
(sexually). We made love right then, and as we were doing that she 
asked me if she could make the arrangements.

 

         When I told her that it was all right with me if she did , 
she launched into an elaborate fantasy about how she always wanted to 
have a man cut off, ritually, as a symbol of the "sacrificial" 
relationship between men and women.   We were making love, and the 
idea was strange and extremely stimulating to me as well as to her -- 
so I agreed.   I told her that my manhood was her's to do with as she 
wished.



          Several weeks elapsed, and then one day she told me that 
the arrangements had been made --  with another woman and her female 
helper who had cutting experience -- and that I should apply for 
three weeks vacation from my job.  She refused to give more details.



           Well I did as she asked, applied for the time off, got it, 
and told her about that I was available.

 

          I had to wait two weeks before I could get coverage to take 
that time, and on the evening of the last day before my vacation 
began she met me at the front door of my house.

 

          She told me that " tonight was the night for my neutering" 
and that I was to go in immediately and shower.

 

         When I finished with the shower, she brought me my 
bathrobe ,blindfolded me and lead me to the living room where she 
instructed me to lie on top of the coffee-table with my head on the 
seat of a kitchen chair pulled up to one end. 



          She had no sooner finished tying my hands and feet to the 
table legs when the doorbell rang sending shivers and goose flesh all 
over me.  Two female voices greeted her( none of which I recognized), 
and they really seemed almost to ignore me . 



        They left the living room, and over a period of about an hour 
I could hear sounds of them talking from the dining room and 
kitchen.  I really couldn't understand anything. 



It was a little uncomfortable being tied down that way, but my girl 
had padded the table and covered it with a water-proof(blood proof) 
plastic throw.   It was more the dawning realization of my 
predicament (or pre-dick-ament), and the waiting seemed like an 
eternity.   The laughing and girlish giggles coming from the kitchen 
only made it seem that much more unbelievable.  Being blindfolded, 
naked, and helpless made the situation almost a panic for me... but 
by then I was at the mercy of three women, totally.



         Eventually they returned, and now I was the center of 
attention.  My girlfriend kissed me and told me not to speak, or ask 
any questions -- that I was simply to lie still and experience what 
was going to be a once in lifetime ritual of dynamic proportions.   
She told me that the other girls had done this before, knew what to 
do, and that I was getting a very special gift of

"love" from them... and they from me.  



          I was terrified, with heart pounding, as she moved to sit 
at the end of the table holding my head in her hands.   I did want to 
say something -- like please don't! -- but all I could manage was a 
faint gurling of fear.



          The pungent smell of aroused females only made matters 
worse, and knew that they were excited from the tone and timbre of 
their voices. Very scarey under the circumstances!

 

         One of the women was the cutter and gave directions to the 
others without speaking directly to me.   I was shaved by one of 
them, with slow and deliberate care, soft female fingers gently 
holding me and guiding the razor after first trimming the hair with 
sizzors.  



         Then "the operator" told my girlfriend that it would be the 
last time for me and her, and would she like the opportunity to be 
alone with me for a short while before they begin?  I was not given 
any say in the matter.  My girl thought she would like one last time, 
and the others returned to the kitchen. 



         Her lips felt oddly soothing, as they had many times 
before,  but I knew that this would be the last time for me forever, 
so I tried to hold back and delay the end -- both of my pleasure and 
of my cock.  Apparently she was impatient to continue,  and she did 
not hold back and fellated me with incredible eagerness.   It took 
only a few minutes for her to bring me to orgasm orally, and when she 
finished I was really getting scared because I was no longer sexually 
excited, and my cock felt like it was as aching from "thinking" about 
what was happening.   It was literally drained of all passion and had 
just become an appendage... a piece of meat.



          The others returned, washed me again, and as soon as that 
was finished the operator or her assistant slipped something down 
over the whole package of my meat -- completely down the whole length 
of it all the way to where it attached and a little beyound.  I never 
felt such sensations in my life, and my girlfriend continued to hold 
my head, with her hand over my mouth -- although I tried desperately 
to make no sound.  I felt female fingers bringing me back to full 
erection... and seemingly feeling the size of my large uncut cock 
affectionately.  My ball sack was hefted and each of it's contents 
gently appraised... as if the girl was selecting fruit at a market.  
Then the sudden clamping pressure, intense, as a band closed tight 
around me.  The instrument was moved sightly and another clamping 
came, leaving a small gap between each of the bands.



"Are you sure that you want us to take the whole length of him 
darling... don't you want a small stump, or we could just decapitate 
the head?," the cutter said to my girlfriend.



"Take it all, all of it please... I want every bit of it off and he 
be nice and smooth later on..."



         At that point I really wanted to protest... a stump would 
have been far better than nothing!  But with my girlfriend's hand 
still clamped over my mouth, all that came out was a very muffled 
response.



         The entire operation took about thirty five minutes, but 
seemed like hours.   The ladies waited until I had numbed down a 
little, not all the way, but enough to be merciful.  It was done 
without special intruments, only a small very sharp knife with a 
curved blade that easily severed my cock between the bands,  and  I 
was neatly sutured when finished.



        A small soft catheter kept my new urethra opening intact and 
functional as the healing took place over about two weeks.



         The girls untied me and took me into the kitchen without the 
blindfold on, and let me watch the preparation and cooking of my 
former manhood.   They even allowed me a taste of myself... and I 
will admit that those parts are far better than I had ever 
imagined.   My girlfriend got the "lionesses portion" of course, but 
the lady

cutter kept my scrotum to make into a nice tanned leather coin purse 
for herself.

 

        Thoughts and memories of this experience have since enriched 
our sex life beyond description, even though she gets the 
real "enrichment" of my tongue; and although I wouldn't want to go 
through that again, I am glad that I did and would recommend such an 
experience for some men.   It is nice, once you get used to it, to be 
smooth and clean down there...  nice and neat looking and my 
girlfriend lets me wear some of her stuff, like panties, that I can 
fit into easily now.  Sittin down to urinate is a drag, but I did get 
used to it and I have a small platic tube that I can do publically or 
privately if wanted, like some women have learned to use... and 
I/they can stand up to pee.


        One "downer" and surprise was that my girfriend had used my 
ATM card to get the cash to pay the women for their services... talk 
about her having balls (but of course she did get some... lol).  



         My girl's name is Wendy, and she is always full of surprises 
anyway and she likes to tease me a lot.   She even told me that I had 

"gotten off easy", because she had always really wanted to bite a 
cock off, and secretly had thought about doing it with me -- but she 
had chosen a more "civilized" method -- and so I should thank my 
lucky stars... lol.

        Sometimes she stimulates my prostate by pressing into the 
perineal area as she stuffs a cooked sausage between my legs and 
"pretends" with a little catsup to add reality... use your 
imagination.   I can still cum hard and while I shoot blanks,  with 
the help of some testosterone patches,  I am still loaded.

I am afraid that my Wendy is now a-dick-ted to dick and she claims 
that more would be better.

Any of you guys feel "up to it" -- for Wendy to
enjoy -- one way or another? :-)



For myself, I do have that "cut off" from reality feeling at times... 
so I think that watching Wendy bite one off would be real fun for me.

It would only hurt much if she laughed... ha ha.

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This story is an adaptation of an apparently or allegedly real event 
or fantasy, but the details and names and persons are all fictious so 
this story is just fiction and fantasy, and everyone in the story is 
adult or over 18 years old.  Never ever even think of doing this at 
home or anyplace else, as it would be illegal, immoral, & dangerous 
(but not fattening -- at least not in moderation).

This story is free and for adult recreational reading only. Please Do 
Not Repost, but if you do so you must assume all responsibility and 
liability for reposting.

This story has redeeming social values, among which it teaches to 
never agree to or jump into anything without careful consideration of 
the conseqences.

Slippery when wet, watch for falling rocks, keep arms and hands 
inside until story comes to a complete end.



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~Aethean~