Oscar

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	When I went off to college, I knew all along that I wasn't 
going to join a frat.  Sure, I'd been on the football and soccer 
teams in high school, I wrestled, ran track, was all athletic and 
stuff, but when I got in on a sports scholarship I knew that I would 
have to study if I wanted to get anywhere in life.  So when I showed 
up at the state college, all my friends from high school went out 
for various frats, while I became a studious hermit.
	When they saw me they'd joke about it, talk about how I 
never seemed to have any fun.  I still hung out with a lot of them 
on weekends and stuff and went to some of the parties, I just didn't 
do much during the week.
	So anyway, junior year rolls around and here we are at this 
party.  I'm hanging out with some people, having an okay time and 
all, when Jeff comes up to me and tells me that we just got invited 
to an orgy.
	"What?" I laughed.
	"I was just walking back from Pizza Slut and this guy asked 
me for a piece.  I gave him one, and he said to get some friends and 
come on back for an orgy."  He was laughing a little as he said it. 
	"I gotta see this."  We grabbed some other guys - Sean, Tim, 
and Rick - and headed back toward where Jeff said he saw this guy.  
The place was a flophouse renting rooms by the week.  The guy was 
sitting out back on his porch smoking.  He saw us and smiled.
	"Wassup, fellas?" he asked, smiling broadly.  He looked to 
be maybe fifty or so, black and really skinny, wearing an old, 
stained pair of cutoff shorts and a t-shirt that once might have 
been yellow.  "C'mon inside!"  We followed him into a small foyer, 
about ten by five feet.  An arch led into the other rooms of the 
place and a staircase led downstairs but had a sign on it - 
"Residents please keep out."  The inside of the building was 
surprisingly tidy but still a little shabby looking.
	"So where's the orgy?" Jeff asked.
	The guy laughed and said something unintelligible.  I 
supressed the urge to laugh.  He introduced himself all around as 
Oscar and kept talking in some language I was too white to 
understand.  "You guys smoke up?" he asked us, and suddenly I 
understood - he was just a dealer.  That didn't really surprise me 
too much; I wasn't really expecting an actual orgy anyway.
	The other guys nodded sure, yeah.  I had done it before but 
wasn't really into it; I didn't want to fuck up my ride by getting 
caught with anything.  Oscar whipped out a pipe and packed it while 
talking very quickly in complete gibberish to my friends.  They 
seemed to understand, or at least kept smiling and nodding.  Oscar 
lit the pipe up and handed it off to Tim, who took a big long toke, 
held it in, and breathed back out slowly.  He smiled.  Oscar smiled 
too.  "That's the funk, ain't it?" he laughed.  Tim's smile got 
broader and he nodded.
	We went around the circle.  I inhaled the first time fully 
but really didn't enjoy it much, so the other four or five times it 
went around I just took a little into my mouth and then puffed it 
out again to look like I was doing it.  After four or five passes of 
the pipe, I was feeling awfully woozy just off that one hit.  The 
other guys looked pretty stoned themselves; we had sat down on the 
third toke and Sean and Rick were laying against the wall, their 
eyes closed.  Only Oscar seemed alert still.
	I went ahead and leaned back, feeling suddenly very, very 
sleepy...

	I woke lying down, my feet up on something.  I felt chilly 
and opened my eyes.  I was in a basement somewhere - the little 
windows were painted black and few bulbs hung from the ceiling.  As 
my awareness came into focus, I realized I was lying naked with my 
arms tied to a table!  I tried to kick, by my feet were also in some 
sort of binding on the table.  My knees were up in the air and 
spread apart, my calves facing out parallel to the floor but still 
bound tightly to the supports.  I tried to wiggle some but could 
barely move.
	"What the hell?" I thought to myself.  I was able to turn my 
head some and could see what looked like Rick next to me, in the 
same position but still asleep.  On my other side was Tim, same 
deal.  What was going on?  I wondered if they were going to steal 
our kidneys or something and looked down at myself - my stomach 
didn't have any stitches or anything, but with some trepidation I 
discovered that my genitals had been clean shaven!
	Oh, no, I thought.  Please don't let anything happen to 
them...I want kids someday, I thought.  I need them.  My heart sped 
up and my breathing became shallow as I imagined what horrible 
things they would do.  To my surprise, I started to get a little bit 
of a woody.
	I had no time to contemplate this new development as from 
behind me I heard Oscar say, quite clearly, "Awake now aren't ya, 
boy?"  I saw him come into view over top of me.
	"What are you doing to us?" I asked, the fear evident in my 
voice.
	"I'm just helpin' you boys out," he said.  "Removin' some of 
your less important bits."
	I grimaced.  Weakly, I muttered "No..."
	"Aww, yeah.  Don't worry honkee, you'll get used to it.  
I'll even let ya watch as long as ya don't talk too much."  He 
walked over to Tim next to me.  "This one gets it first."
	I couldn't really see it too well but tried to look anyway, 
hoping that he was just doing something minor maybe, like 
circumcising us or something.  When I saw Oscar place the first of 
Tim's testicles on a tray next to him I knew that it was far, far 
worse.  I imagined myself without them, cock alone in my groin, and 
again got a bit of a woody from it.  Something about the thought of 
it all...
	I continued to watch as Oscar closed up the wound.  Would he 
cut out our dicks too?  Without even a cock...  By this time mine 
had grown to a full erection.  The whole thought of not having sex 
ever again was alien but weirdly attractive.
	When Oscar finished with Tim he brought me the organs to see 
up close.  I closed my eyes and shied away from them.  He noticed my 
boner.  "Looks like you're havin' good thoughts."  I sighed.  
"Amazin' how many a you frat honkee's pop 'em when you know I'm 
gonna nut ya."
	"But why?" I asked.  "Why are you doing this?"
	He washed up at walked to whoever was on the other side of 
Tim.  "I guess I can tell ya...  Back in the sixties an' seventies 
shit was a whole lot nastier than it is now."  He paused for a 
moment and I heard the tearing sound of a scalpel through flesh.  I 
winced.  "I was lucky, though - my daddy had made a lot o' shit 
after World War II and I got to go to school.  So here I am, showin' 
up in college to go to med school.  I study my ass off, get good 
grades."  He stopped again.  "Them's nice balls.  Even better lyin' 
on that plate.  Shit."
	He continued with his story.  "So here I am, almost done 
with med school, when I meet this white girl.  She really nice, I 
like her a whole lot and she seems ta' like me.  So we go out once 
or twice, in secret - I woulda got killed if people found out.  
Anyway, third date comes along, she wants to fuck.  So I knock the 
bitch up."  He stopped again.  "Funny thing.  Big balls always seem 
to come with a small cock.  I'm almost doin' this one a favor.  
Anyway, so this bitch gets pregnant.  I'm all chivalrous, I say I'll 
marry her, I'll be the father of the baby an' shit.  She sez, 'No, 
mah daddy'll kill me.' 
	"Now I'm all pissed off.  I'm like, 'Bitch, what are you 
datin' me for then?'  She says she wants an abortion.  Even them'r 
illegal then so we gotta go find some back alley somewhere.  I'm not 
happy with it, but she gets it and I don't see her again for a few 
months."  He stopped and carried over the tray with a fresh set of 
genitals on it and kept talking while washing up.  "So then I'm 
walkin' by this party one night, just on the sidewalk goin' home, 
when this bitch is in the yard with a bunch a whitebread fraternity 
jerks and starts pointin' an' screamin' I raped her.
	"Well, shit, at that I'm not stickin' around!"  He walked 
over to Rick with the tray and picked up the scalpel.  "Now _that_ 
is a nice dick.  You seen this boy's dick?" he asked me.  I shook my 
head no; I hadn't.  "Damn," he shook his head a little.  "Anyway, so 
I start to run off down the street, but I gotta bunch a books in my 
arms and these guys got nuthin'.  They catch me and drag me back 
there, beatin' on me the whole time."  He made the first incision.  
"They kick the shit outta me, burn my books all down, all while that 
bitch is laughin' at me and pointin'.  The people at that party are 
all drunk off their ass but there's just too many of 'em.  Damn near 
killed me."  I heard a plop - the first ball, I supposed.  "So 
anyway this bitch keeps goin' on and on about how I forced her to 
get knocked up and shit," another plop.  "You know, I think I'll let 
this honkee keep that hose.  Make it worse on him when it don't 
work."  He started stitching.  I thought about him having only a 
cock - beautiful, in a way.  What was I thinking, though?  I wanted 
my friends to get castrated?  Just thinking the word made me 
hornier.
	My reverie was interrupted by Oscar washing up again.  
"Three down.  Looks like you're excited there, boy," Oscar picked up 
my cock and dropped it again as it slapped against my belly.  "So 
anyway, she keeps sayin' I raped her.  Well, next thing I know the 
frat honkees got my pants off and bring out a pair of prunin' 
shears.  I'm screamin' and cryin' but they don't give a shit.  So 
there I am, being held down as this asshole takes these pruners and 
snips off my cock and balls!"  Oscar dropped his pants and stood, 
his bare groin in my face.  "Look at that shit!" he yelled at me.  
He had a little stub of a cock left but that was it.  It looked 
pretty nasty, really, all scarred.
	He calmed down and pulled his pants up, then started on 
whoever was on the other side of Rick.  He stayed silent for awhile 
and I was afraid to speak.  When he had castrated whoever the other 
man was he spoke again.  "So I figure, you took somethin' from me, 
I'll take something from you."  He held the guy's balls in the air, 
then tossed them over behind me.  I heard them land with a dull 
plop.
	"Looks like it's your turn, boy."  Here it comes, I thought. 
 My cock was full to bursting, and to be honest, I was looking 
forward to this.  Oscar seemed to think so too.  When he held the 
scalpel to my scrotum I closed my eyes, expecting the pain to come, 
but instead felt the warm wetness of his mouth around my head.  I 
opened my eyes up again to the sight of Oscar going down on me.  My 
eyes rolled back in my head and I relaxed a little, allowing him to 
do it.  I'd never had a blowjob from a guy before, but it felt 
wonderful.  Too bad it was the only one I'd get...
	When I came it was in great globby bursts, spewing the 
contents of my doomed testicles into Oscar's mouth.  He sucked it 
all down, licking my cock clean, then wiped his mouth.  "Ya know 
somethin'?" he asked, rhetorically.  "I like you, boy.  I'm gonna 
give you somethin' special."  After that he got to work.  He used 
something to numb me with since I was awake but I couldn't see any 
of the things he was doing to me.  All I could feel was some dull, 
mild pain and a lot of tugging feelings.  It took him the better 
part of an hour to do whatever he was doing.
	When he finally finished, Oscar said to me, "You'll never 
find me either, honkee.  I'll be gone by the time you wake up."  He 
pushed a cloth down onto my face and I passed out.

	I woke up with the sun in a ditch on the side of the road.  
Oscar had put my pants back on me but that was it.  The others lay 
nearby.  I was still pretty groggy from what I assumed had been 
chloroform.  My moving around caused the others to wake up.
	"Shit," Sean muttered.  "What happened?"  I feigned 
ignorance and stood up, feeling really weird.  The others got up.  
Tim had to piss, so went off to do so while we figured out what to 
do.  I wondered how'd he'd react, and got an answer when he started 
screaming.  We all rushed over to see him holding his lone penis, a 
neat line of stitches down the bottom.  "My balls!  They're gone!" 
he cried.  The others realized what had happened and immediately 
checked themselves.  
	"Ah, SHIT!" was the usual exclamation.  I felt down my own 
pants, only feeling packing at stitches.  My balls were certainly 
gone, and it felt like my cock too.  I pulled them down a little and 
the others looked at my groin.  "Jesus.  You got it even worse than 
we did!"  There was just packing over my groin - Oscar had removed 
it all!  Secretly I was both intrigued and pissed; I mean, it was 
sort of a fantasy from that night but I didn't really want my cock 
gone.
	Anyway, to make a long story short, we managed to get back 
to town.  After showers and such we headed en masse to the hospital. 
 The others were all let out pretty quickly - there really wasn't 
anything that could be done for them, other than advise them how to 
keep from getting infections and give a prescription for 
testosterone patches.  Apparently they were all supposed to go to 
therapy too.
	I was a different case.  They pulled the packing off to 
discover that all was not as it had seemed.  Technically, most all 
of my penis were still there.  Oscar had removed my testicles, then 
split my penis apart and created a hole that the remnants of it 
lined.  "Basically," the doctors described it, "You've had a sex 
change."  I was just in shock from that one.  They told me I'd be 
better off if I started living as a woman and wanted to give me 
estrogen.
	Fuck that, I thought.  I didn't know what I wanted to do but 
I knew I didn't want that.  I got testosterone patches instead and 
when they proclaimed me physically okay I went home to ponder.

	It all healed up okay.  The others were mostly back to their 
old selves in a few weeks, on the outside.  Only difference now was 
that all of them were too embarrassed to actually have sex anymore, 
and apparently they jacked off a lot.  I healed up okay as well.  
What I now had wasn't really a vagina - no labia, thankfully, but 
just a tight hole with penile tissue in it.  It felt awesome to 
finger it in the shower.  At the advice of the therapist I went 
ahead and bought a dildo.  I was embarrassed as hell to have it but 
used it, and wow...it was nice.  I kept the whole area shaved 
though, as when I didn't it looked like a pussy.
	As straight as I was, I started to crave cock.  Masturbating 
was fine and all but I wanted more, I wanted something living.  I 
imagined a guy fucking me every time I used the dildo, but couldn't 
imagine actually going to a bar or whatever and finding some freak 
that would want to do me from the front.
	When I moved in with Rick that changed.  Rick has a great 
body and has always liked to show it off.  He never wore a shirt 
unless he had to and when it was just us he'd walk stark naked out 
of the shower - I knew he was a gelding so he didn't have to hide it 
from me, and I think he got off on me not having a dick.  I never 
told them all what I did have; they just thought I'd lost it all.
	Anyway, so one time I'm drunk watching soccer on TV and Rick 
walks out of the shower with a giant erection.  He kinda tried to 
hide it but I threw a nerf football at him and he caught it with 
both hands.  "Nice boner," I told him.
	I don't think he knew what to say, so reverted to asshole 
fratboy: "What, you want me to stick it in you?"
	On total impulse, I say, "Sure," and drop my pants, 
revealing my hole.  
	"Holy shit...What the hell?"  Rick looked at it closer.
	"What the guy did to me," I told him.
	Rick looked me in the eye, a really funny expression on his 
face, then aimed his cock at the hole and thrust into it.  My eyes 
bugged out, or at least, that's how it felt.  Rick grabbed my hips 
and started pumping, in and out.  This was so great for me after a 
year of only having plastic, and I think Rick felt the same way.  It 
didn't take him long to cum.  After about ten seconds he had another 
boner and kept going.  My cum only helped to lubricate his cock as 
he rammed it in and out of my hole.  After he had sated himself and 
I'd had a good four or five orgasms, we sat back on the couch naked 
and sort of glowed.
	"This doesn't make us fags, does it?" Rick asked.  "I mean, 
I didn't do it up the butt or anything."
	"I don't think so," I responded.  Actually, I was pretty 
sure it did, but didn't want to say anything - that felt way to nice 
to not do it again.
	"I can't believe he made you a pussy."
	"Neither can I."
	"That was really nice."
	"Yeah."
	"Tomorrow we'll do it again, right?"
	"Sure."

	Anyway, we've been fucking since then.  Rick even goes down 
on me - he's not that bad.  I sucked him off a few times but he 
still doesn't think of himself as gay, even though I saw a gay porn 
mag under his bed once.