Donations 2

Part 2...

back to index

I woke up Friday and was completely not horny in the slightest, a 
change from the last few days.  I had to learn how to piss now, 
which pretty much meant I leaned over the toilet, held my balls out 
of the way, and tried not to sprinkle.  That worked pretty well.  My 
balls were pretty much shriveled from all the work they'd been 
getting.
	I headed into work, a construction job, and we went out to 
the site.  At lunch, George, one of the guys I work with, was 
sitting next to me and asked why my package had shrunk.  "I donated 
my cock yesterday," I told him.
	"That's too bad.  Guess you can't put it up in me, then."  
Aw, shit.  I had been wanting to fuck George for the longest time 
but always thought he was straight.  Now I never could.  For the 
first time I really regretted losing my dick.
	I tried to play it cool, though.  "I could still put other 
things up it, though."
	"You could.  Wouldn't feel as good, though.  My truck's 
parked back in the trees, if you wanna go back there."
	Within two minutes our pants were down and he had his cock 
in my ass, thrusting powerfully.  George's organ felt pretty 
impressive, way bigger than mine had been, and it hurt at first.  I 
relaxed and it got better, and by the time he was about to cum it 
felt really good.  I ended up cumming first, the white goo, 
dribbling out over my balls, just before he filled up my ass with 
gobs of pearly jam.  "Shit," George muttered, and pulled out.
	We wiped off and tossed the paper towels, then dressed and 
headed back over to work.  "You know, they pay extra for big ones," 
I told him.
	"Yeah, I know.  My brother gave his a few months ago and his 
was even bigger than mine."
	"You ever thought about donating?"
	"Yeah, but not anytime soon.  I'd rather lose my balls, and 
they pay pretty well too.  The tax break is really the best part for 
it."
	"I didn't even know they took balls."
	"Only big ones.  Regular size don't do 'em any good.  You 
know Joel, right?" Joel was a guy on a different crew than us, but I 
had talked to him a few times.  I nodded.  "He gave his balls first, 
then got rid of his dick before it shrank any.  He made $2500 total, 
totally smooth crotch.  Looks good."
	"Wow.  I doubt I could sell my balls off, though - they're 
pretty average."
	"Probably not."

	George and I would occasionally fuck during lunch, or 
sometimes after work.  I got to the point where it didn't hurt 
anymore, which was good, but every time I took a look at his ass or 
mouth I regretted the loss of my cock.  He tried sucking on my balls 
once, and as good as that felt, it couldn't bring me all the way 
there.  They had actually gotten bigger, though.  I think it was 
since I couldn't get off as much, but my testicles had actually 
grown some.
	The weird thing was, at the same time, I was still glad I 
had done it.  I liked the way I looked without it, I liked my 
smaller package.  I liked the way the other workmen looked at my 
crotch.  I liked it when George fucked me, and the more he did that, 
the less I thought about what things could have been like with a 
cock.
	One day I asked him, "George, if I still had a dick, would 
you be fucking me?"
	"Nope."
	"Why not?"
	"It turns me on to fuck guys with no cock.  No dick or balls 
is even better.  I used to fuck Joel but you're a better lay than he 
is.  Speaking of which..." he undid his pants and his monster 
flopped out, ready to go.  I dropped mine and he went right into me, 
running his hands up my chest under my shirt and playing with my 
nipples, then running one down lightly along my stomach and to the 
place where my dick had been.  I liked to fondle my balls when 
getting screwed.
	I could feel the muscles in his thighs when he thrust, and 
his pecs would slap my back - hell, I could even tell his nipples 
were hard just by the way they rubbed up against me.  He came before 
I did, and just as he stopped pumping jism into me, we heard the 
voice of Roger, our foreman.
	"Shit, Bob, they really are fags!"
	"Shit," George muttered, and pulled his pants up.  I wiped 
off and did too, still having not cum.  Roger and Bob came down the 
hill to us.
	"Dammit, George.  You've got a fucking fiancee!  What the 
hell are you doing?"  Fiancee?  I hadn't known that.  I never wanted 
to be the guy he cheated with!  "Joe here we can understand; he 
ain't got no dick to fuck with.  But you, that's just plain wrong!"
	"Fuck off!" George shouted back.  "This is none of your 
business!"
	"It sure as hell is when you're engaged to my cousin," Bob 
shouted back.  "Nuthin' personal, Joe, but I don't want her catchin' 
no diseases or nuthin'.  Jeezus, I never woulda thought..."  Bob 
looked disappointed.  Roger just looked pissed.
	"You never told me you had a fiancee."  George looked at me. 
 I was really just kinda mad, kinda hurt.
	"I didn't think it mattered."
	Roger and Bob closed the distance to us.  George just looked 
defeated.  "So what are we gonna do about this then, anyway?" Roger 
stated to nobody in particular.  "Well, George, Bob don't want no 
dick in his cousin that's been in some guy's ass, so here's the 
deal.  You donate your dick to charity or we tell Jane that you've 
been cheatin' on her."
	"You can't do that!" George shouted, desperately.  "You 
can't tell her!  She'd die!"
	"So donate.  There's one in town today.  Jane wants kids, so 
you can keep your balls.  Hell, you can even get work off."
	George didn't say anything, he just stood there staring into 
space.  "And Joe, you're gonna have to get rid of those balls if 
they make you want to keep gettin' fucked."
	"What?"
	"I said, yer gonna have to get castrated."
	The funny thing was, I had kinda been thinking about that 
myself ever since George had talked about Joel.  I had no idea why 
he thought he had this kind of power over me, though.  I figured it 
was best not to argue about it since I wanted them gone anyway.

	The next ten minutes found me driving myself and George to 
the armory again.  George had let a few tears escape earlier but now 
was just defeated.  I tried to help - "It's not that bad, George," I 
told him.  He didn't say anything, and I didn't seem to be helping, 
so just shut up.
	At the armory there was no line outside the building, and by 
this time of the afternoon it had gotten down to just twenty or 
thirty inside.  We got in line and peeled our shirts off.  George 
was ahead of me.  When we got to the screening booths I wasn't sure 
George would come out still willing to do this, but he did.  We made 
it through the medical screening, and my balls had apparently grown 
just large enough to be accepted.  We got in line to be cut, me 
standing pretty confidently and George drooping his head.  A lot of 
the guys were looking at me and asking me questions about life 
without a dick.  I told them it was good and all, I just wanted to 
go ahead and get rid of all of it now.
	Poor George looked like a puppy dog as he went up, placed 
his magnificent cock in the machine, and he winced as he felt it 
pulled away from him.  When he turned around I almost let out a gasp 
- not only had he donated his mammoth dick, but he had also given 
his testicles!  He came to me before going to the refreshment table. 
 "Fuck Bob," he whispered in my ear.
	They called my name and I went up, not really even noticing 
the machine as it freed me from the last of my manhood as I thought 
about what had just happened.  On the way back to George's car, he 
told me the whole deal.
	"I owed Bob a lot of money.  Jane's a whore; she's had two 
kids already and who knows how many abortions.  The deal was that 
Bob wouldn't collect on the cash as long as I married his slut of a 
cousin - no other guy would have her.  So, this is my whole revenge 
- she wants kids; I can't give 'em to her so I know for a fact she 
won't have me.  She's fucking stupid, too, and doesn't know the 
whole deal."
	"So what'll you do for the money you owe Bob?"
	"I owe him five thousand.  This is four.  I have eight 
hundred in the bank.  We get paid tomorrow and that can be the rest; 
I'll just not be able to eat for a week or two."
	"I can loan you so you don't have to use your check.  Just 
give me fifty or so and keep doing that for a few months."
	We stopped by the bank and put all the cash into his 
account, so he had exactly five thousand in it.  That night, Jane 
thew him out of the house and told him their engagement was off; he 
made sure to swipe the ring (which she wouldn't even wear unless she 
was around him) and selling it back paid me right off.  Bob wanted 
to kick his ass but George paid him right off in cash so Bob 
couldn't really say anything.
	So, everything turned out mostly okay there.  George and I 
ended up working elsewhere and moved in together - we're both on 
hormones and fuck like crazy, even if we have to use toys to do it. 
 Last I heard, Jane got into major trouble with the law and Bob got 
fired.  Jane went to jail for a long long time and Bob got so 
desparate that he ended up trying to sell his cock on the black 
market, got caught, and went to jail...where they force you to 
donate the whole package anyway, but don't pay you.