Unwanted penectomy

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Young man has his penis removed involuntarily.

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You awaken with a hazy, hot hung over feeling, trying to remember 
what happened last night. In a matter of seconds, you realize that 
you are shackled to an upright wooden frame, some sort of X shaped 
cross. Slowly, the events of last night come back to you. 

You'd spent the evening with a few j/o buddies, not really close 
friends, just some guys that seemed to share a common hobby. You 
remember horsing around with them, grabbing each other's erect 
dicks and making comments about cutting them off. Afterwards, you 
all shared some home brew of indeterminate quality. That's all you 
remember.

Must have been something in it, you think. 

A door on the far end of the room opens, and three people slowly 
walk into the dimly lit room, as if in some kind of religious 
procession. You smell incense almost right away, and soft music of 
a church like quality reaches your ears. 

The newly arrived guests are all nude, and you can make out that 
the two males have erections, and the female has very lovely 
breasts. They are each carrying something, and slowly, almost 
ceremoniously, lay what appear to be instruments on the small lace 
covered table next to your wooden cross. The girl circles behind 
and cinches up the shackles that bind you. She returns and faces 
you, smiling, but saying nothing. She slowly begins sucking your 
cock, bringing it to full erection in a matter of seconds.

You notice that the nude males have been preparing the intruments. 
One of them approaches and waits for the girl to withdraw your 
stiff penis from her saliva laden lips. He slips some kind of plier 
like device with a stretched out green ring over your erect cock, 
and pulls it forcefully down to the base, never saying a word. He 
repeats this exercise a second time, leaving a gap of about half an 
inch on your throbbing erection. 

The other male, still with an erection, approaches with a 
hypodermic needle and injects your cock near the base. The girl 
with the lovely breasts and firm nipples then shoves something that 
looks like a metal straw down your cock hole, and you struggle 
against the pain. 

The girl then renews her efforts with your cock, alternately 
sucking, tugging, and jerking. Despite the bizarreness of the 
situation, you are very excited. You can almost sense what is 
coming next. You're excited and scared, all at the same time. You 
have had years of fantasises about a beautiful woman cutting off 
your cock, and you are starting to believe that your time is nigh.

One of the males approaches as you near your climax. You have that 
wonderful feeling, the one that overpowers you just before the cum 
starts to gush from your cock hole. The girl is stroking now in 
time to the music, which had changed to an up tempo rock tune. You 
groan in anticipation of an orgasm and God knows what else, and 
suddenly you explode, your jizz squirting all over the girl. At 
that same instant the male slices around the base of your cock with 
a semicircular knife. There is a flash of pain, a recogntion that 
things have changed. 

The girl slowly lifts your cock from its metal shunt, with your 
piss tube still attached to your body. Immediately the second man 
retrieves it and moves off into the far corner.

At this point you feel yourself losing consciousness again.

When you awaken, it is dark, and the room is empty except for the 
small cot you're lying on, and a little table with what looks like 
a snow globe that kids play with lying on it.

You pick up the globe and realize that it's really you, or at least 
a part of you, a part that will never give you intense pleasure 
again.

Inside the snow globe, perfectly preserved, is your penis, in the 
erect state you so fondly remember from years of admiring it in a 
mirror.

At least they left it for me, you think, and I still have something 
to remember all the good times.   



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