The Butcher Shop

A muscle-bull loses his measure of his manhood.

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THE BUTCHER SHOP

I'm in the butcher shop.  Naked and hard.  He could start perhaps 
by teasing my cockhead, playing with it, then moving up the shaft 
to squeeze my balls.  He could slap the dick and tie up my nuts and 
squeeze them hard...  

He ties up my dick.  It's time to tenderize the meat before the 
meal.  He gets a meat tenderizer, and starts to pound the thick 
cock with it, mashing the nuts a little as well.  It's exquisite 
torture, and after a while, he gets out some filleting knives.  A 
thick piece of meat like mine needs to be properly cleaned.  After 
the pounding from the meat tenderizer, the thick cock still stands 
out hard and proud and dripping precome in anticipation of one last 
overdue ejaculation.  The knives are laying there next to the thick 
cock, ready to be used in whatever way the butcher wants to do the 
cock steak.  He picks up a knife and cuts a few shallow lines down 
the head which doesn't seem to register what's going on.  It just 
stays hard and ready for more.  Then the knife is used to scrape 
the head, which is the dick's most sensitive part, until it is 
bloody and raw.  Then two small scalpels are used to cut into the 
base of the cock to sever the nerves leading to the head -- the 
cockhead which had enjoyed so much pleasure so many times is now 
numb.  Never to feel so good again.  But the cock is still hard and 
ready.  

The cock is so hard after this abuse, in fact, that it keeps 
popping up off of the table.  Something must be done to keep the 
hefty organ in place before it is sliced.  A long steel pin does 
the trick -- not just any pin, mind you, not the kind you would 
find in some bitch's sewing basket -- oh no, this is more the sort 
of pin you would find holding insects into a collection box.  The 
head of the cock is stuck down to the table with the pin, stretched 
out to it's maximum, throbbing length, and the fillet knife is in 
the butcher's hands...


...He begins to make little cuts in the tubesteak in different 
places to test for sensitivity. the big cock just takes it and 
stays rock hard ready to cum from all the work being done on it. 
the knife is now resting on the base of the big cock being moved up 
and down by the cocks pulsing motions. it cuts all the way around 
the base skinning the massive cock at one end. the exposed nerves 
are in full view and vulnerable to a quick snip. should they be 
cut ? or should the bull feel every last bit of feeling possible 
before during and after his dick is sliced off ?

...there is still much work to be done.  The cuts cannot yet be 
final.  The cock still craves ejaculation.  The knives have excited 
it, and it is harder than it has EVER been in the bull's life.  His 
turgid cock now throbs, oozing blood from the many cuts.  The 
butcher's left hand begins to stroke the hard organ, milking it.  
His right holds the fillet knife, pressed up against the bull's 
hairy belly, hovering just over the base of the enormous cock.  

The bull grunts, and a huge rope of sperm flies from his piss-
hole.  The knife at the same instant comes down swiftly and cleaves 
through the tenderized meat, slicing it off flush with his taut, 
muscular abdomen.  The cock, so hard and, pulled out so tightly by 
the pin, snaps away from him with a horrible squelching sound, and 
a hot jet of blood flies across the table.  Stunned the bull 
stare's at his crotch and sees steady jets of blood shooting from 
the place he no longer is able to look at and know he is a man. or 
to enjoy the feeling of belated ejaculation after a long hard day 
of pulling plows or pushing 500lb boulders or other mindless 
laboring. He looks down and sees that all that he used to use as a 
measure of his manliness when comparing himself to other men in his 
muscle class was now gone. He watched as the butcher picked up his 
dripping and partially hard cock and his mind still denied what had 
happened.  Even as he watched the butcher wrench the pin from the 
table, taking the cock with it.  He quickly slid the still jerking 
cock on to a skewer and placed it carefully aside.  The bull's eyes 
still couldn't look down at his bloody crotch to see the 
devastation.  His eyes were locked on his cock, twitching on the 
counter several feet away, a trickle of his semen still oozing from 
it's end.  He was still in a massive state of shock in which he did 
not fully register the massive pain that had clenched his 
groin...   and then he remembered no more...


The butcher proceded to tend to the Bull's wound.  He cleaned it 
and stitched the blood vessels closed as the Bull winced.  The 
whole affair took at least an hour.  The butcher smiled and patted 
the Bull's huge nuts, perhaps contemplating when to take them as 
well.  It would not happen today, if ever.  The butcher still 
needed the Bull to work the fields.  A strong bull would need his 
nuts to maintain such a massive frame. After the wound was sealed, 
and a plug inserted into the raw urethra, the bull was taken by 
other's like him, his predecessor's, to a holding cell deep in the 
earth.  He was kept sedated for many hours.

When the bull again became aware, he looked down upon his hairy, 
massive body, and he saw his thick prick jutting out from his 
crotch.  An enormous hard-on dripping pre-cum.  A mouth came 
forward out of the dreamy darkness and engulfed it.  The moustached 
lips worked exquisitely up and down his throbbing organ.  The bull 
sighed.  He had not been cut...  His manhood was in fact getting 
close to cumming...  It was all a dream, and he was still a man.  
The mouth had brought him to the edge.  He yelled out, a sting of 
pain in his groin as he came.  With the ejaculation, he began to 
come free of the ... sedation.  A metal collar around his neck, and 
a nagging pain between his legs.  He tried to sit up, and pain 
gripped his abdomen.  He reached for his crotch, and found stitches 
poking from the sutured wound where his penis once was...


...TO BE CONTINUED...