Fun With A Naked Man And A Vice

A young man is forced to cut off his own penis to the amusement of a 
female audience.

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April, my wife and a castratrix-in-training, recently brought back 
some male captors from the enemy lands. It was for our pleasure and 
her development as a castratrix that she was going to put on a show 
for us. The tongue-in-cheek April even put up a sign that said, "Fun 
with a naked man and a vice." I loved my wife's humor. In fact, I 
even helped her make her signs. 
	The women and their male slaves gathered together outside to 
watch how April would treat this man. He was brought in with his 
hands tied behind his back. We were allowed to examine his body 
carefully, even lovingly, before he was to be tortured. "Examine him 
thoroughly," April said with a gleam in her eye and patting the 
man's naked, hairy crotch, "because not all of this may be here 
after I'm done with him!" So we caressed his cock lovingly with our 
tongues, licked up and down his ass, hugged him, kissed him, touched 
his chest, and even kissed his feet. Torturing a man is always more 
juicy when you treat him lovingly beforehand.
	Before her show started, everyone was very lively in the 
audience area. The men had to be naked of course, and they stood 
proudly next to their wives, showing off their bodies to each other 
and to the other women. Some of them, like me, were cockless. Others 
had had their balls removed. Still others had nothing but smooth 
crotches. But all the men had all been castrated in some way, many 
by April, my talented castratrix. During this time I was helping 
April set up the stage behind the curtain, the stage where we were 
going to torture a man for our enjoyment.
	Finally, the show began. April gave a brief announcement, 
praised the all-woman army, and introduced the man. Then, she 
signaled me and I pulled up the curtain. All of us, especially the 
naked man, looked at it and gasped. On top of a round stone platform 
stood a sturdy vice! The men and women in the audience giggled.
	"Now, let me get our man hard and we will begin!" April told 
us. She led her shaking captive up to the platform, knelt in front 
of him, and took his penis into her mouth. He quickly became hard. 
Amid cheers, she placed his cock into the vice. She tightened it a 
little.
	"Does this hurt?" she joked. He cried "Yes."
	"Ladies, does this hurt?" she asked the audience.
	"No!" they roared.
	"Well, the ladies don't think it hurts, so why should you?" 
she asked him. "Aw, poor boy, does your weeny hurt? Well, TAKE 
THIS!" And she tightened it so much he screamed. The men in the 
audience winced and grabbed their crotches. The women didn't know 
what was funnier, the man on stage or the men in the audience!
	Then April proceeded to torture the man. First she kissed 
him very tenderly and looked him in the eyes. She ran her hands over 
his muscular chest and over his strong shoulders. She even went down 
on her knees and planted little feminine kisses on his behind. Then 
she became more violent. She slapped his hairy ass very hard, over 
and over.
	"Want to see how hilarious it is to watch a naked man dance 
with his cock in a vice?" April asked us.
	"Yes!" we roared. Smiling at us, she then pinched his ass 
really hard, over and over. She dug her fingernails in really tight. 
Not only did he scream for mercy, but he was forced to dance up and 
down, twisting his cock as he did so. After five whole minutes of 
this, she finally stopped and hugged her naked man tenderly. "You're 
such a good sex toy," she told him. "Now take this!" And she kneed 
him hard in the ass. "And this!" She grabbed his large, hairy balls 
in her petite hands and twisted violently. We roared with laughter.
	Then April motioned for me. I took a box up to the stage 
with me. Opening it, she pulled out a saw. She rubbed it over his 
body, between the cheeks of his sweaty behind, over the muscles in 
his chest, and down near his balls. He winced when the metal touched 
his balls.
	"Afraid I'm going to cut something off?" my wife asked him. 
"Now why would you think that? Do you know what this saw is for, my 
lovely, my beautiful, muscular young man?" She looked down. "Oh, 
that? I'm not going to cut off that beautiful thing. Oh, no. YOU 
ARE!" 	
	"You see," she continued, "We're going to heat up this 
platform from beneath, and it'll be so hot you'll do anything for 
escape! You're going to have to cut off your own penis!"
	The man began to protest. April said, "My husband built this 
platform for us. He is very supportive of my work as a castrator of 
men. Look at his crotch. I even castrated him, too! Mike, come on up 
here and take a round of applause!"
	I ran up to the stage and bowed to the audience. 
	"Mike is now going to show us what he, and soon you, can't 
do. Watch." As he watched in horror, my wife turned around and bent 
over. "Fuck me, Mike!" she commanded. I put my crotch to her as and 
tried to hump her. "Well, come on! Fuck me!" she cried. 
	"I can't!" I complained. "I don't have my penis anymore! How 
could you do this to me?" The audience laughed uproariously as I 
tried to fuck my own wife, but couldn't! "See?" I told him. "That's 
what it'll be like for you, too. Wait till your wife makes you put 
on a show like this!"
	After I left the stage, April untied the man's hands and 
placed the saw in them. He stood there dumbly, with his penis in a 
vice and a saw in his hand! Then he began to cry. "Aww, are you 
afraid of losing it?" April cooed to him. "Do you like having this 
weenie here? Aw, poor little weenie. Poor, poor little weenie! Get 
ready to cut it off!"
	Then April kissed him one last time, ran her fingers along 
his penis, and exited the stage. From where she stood, she called 
out, "Well, start chopping away! We want to see you castrate 
yourself!"
	There was a pause, as the man refused. "What? You won't saw 
it off? Okay, Mike, light the fire."
	I immediately threw torches underneath the platform, where 
they quickly caught fire.
	As the platform grew hot, the man began to dance. He looked 
funny to the women as he tried to dance with his cock held in a 
vice. We men winced and held our crotches, remembering our own pain, 
and the women laughed at us as well.
	Soon he was dancing very fast, trying to keep his cock from 
twisting too much. But it was to no avail. He knew he would have to 
castrate himself. Finally, he took the saw, put it to his beloved 
penis, cried, and began sawing back and forth, slowly cutting it 
off. As he screamed, the women cheered. Then, he cut all the way 
through. His penis still in the vice, the man ran off the platform, 
only to be caught by two guards and dragged away.
	April pointed to the severed penis and exclaimed, "Look, 
girls. Isn't this just like men? Always leaving their tools behind!" 

	April eventually became the most famous castratrix in the 
land. I traveled with her as her assistant. The young man who was 
forced to cut off his own cock eventually became one of April's 
servants, giving his penis to her very large collection, a 
collection that I tended devotedly and dusted daily. He came to love 
being without a penis. To amuse April, he and I would take turns 
trying to hump her, although to no avail. We performed this way at 
many of April's big parties, where she always pulled out a vice and 
forced some strong, sexy man to cut off his own penis.


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