Castration Camp

A man trades his manhood for $150,000 -- he's chemically castrated 
for six months to be a sex toy at the island Castration Camp

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Castration Camp
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I noticed an ad in the back of an adult magazine that read: "We'll 
take care of your problems, you take care of ours. Up to $150,000 to 
the right applicant -- all it takes is a six month commitment. Call 
867-4654."

Intrigued, I called the number. A nice sounding man answered the 
phone, and I asked him if the offer was for real. 

"It's very much for real, and available to the right applicants 
immediately. All you've got to do is stay at our camp for a minimum 
of six months. You'll be fed, given your own room, allowed to roam 
around the camp at your own will... and paid handsomely for doing 
it," he said.

"So what's the catch? What do I have to do?", I asked.

"All you have to do is have sex with the men at the camp. They're all 
pre-screened to be disease free, and all are fit and above average 
looking. If you like having sex with men, you can look forward to 
having six months of the best non-stop sex you've ever had, with hot, 
horny handsome men," he said.

"I still don't get it," I said. "Lots of men would PAY to go to such 
a place... why would you pay me so much to have the time of my life 
for six months?"

"There is one catch. You will be chemically castrated, but the 
effects will wear of within a few months of leaving the camp. Does 
this sound like something you're interested in?"

I had to stop and think for a minute. I could REALLY use the money... 
but I wasn't quite sure about being chemically castrated. "So what 
are the effects of chemical castration, and why would you want to do 
this to me?", I asked.

He explained: "The men who go to the camp all have their reasons. 
Either they're like you, and agree to be castrated sex toys for six 
months, or they pay us to attend the camp... and have non-stop sex 
with submissive men.  I have to warn you, we have over 300 men at a 
time who pay us to attend the camp, and you will probably have sex 
with that many per week."

"O.K., so if I'm interested, how do we proceed?", I asked.

"Just say yes, and a car will pick you up tommorow morning at 9:00 to 
take you to the camp."


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At 8:50 I looked out my window; a white Lincoln Towne car was waiting 
outside. I grabbed my bags, and took one last look at my apartment 
and the life I was leaving. The driver was friendly but quite, and we 
drove to a private airport on the outskirts of the city.  A twelve 
passenger jet was waiting on the tarmac, and I climbed aboard. There 
where ten other guys in the plane already. I took a seat, and looked 
back at the receeding ground as we zoomed into the sky.

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Almost six hours passed before we reached the island. We were met by 
an airconditioned van, and all ten of us got in. "Where are we?" we 
asked the driver.  He shrugged his shoulders and asked if we'd ever 
heard of San Barnina. The van was silent, and he laughed as he told 
us that nobody has heard of San Barnina because it's a private 
island. It's owned by the son of an industrialist, who uses it for 
his private pleasures, including The Camp we were being driven to.

About twenty-five minutes of driving around the lush periphery of the 
island brought us to the entrance of the camp, marked by two enormous 
palm trees. The driver called someone on his radio, and the electric 
fence swung open. We drove up a gentle hill along an immaculately 
groomed driveway. At the top was the Reception Center, a large wooden 
building with open air decks and lots of glass. We were greeted by 
several hosts, and given drinks and food. We were each given numbers, 
and were told to wait for our number to be called for our reception 
interview, physical exam and room assignment.   

My number was four. I was glad that I wasn't the first, but also very 
excited that the adventure was about to begin. My mind was filled 
with a thousand questions, and I could barely contain my excitement. 
I tried to take my mind off things by staring out to the ocean, a 
sparkling bluish green gem on the horizon. 

"Number eight, please come forward for your reception interview," 
came over a loudspeaker. I got up and walked to the front desk, where 
I was met my Alan. He took me into a large comfortable and sunlit 
room, which seemed to be part lounge, part doctor's office.  He asked 
me all sorts of health questions, and had me sign all sorts of 
waivers. Finally, "the Dr." entered the room. "Hi Doc," said Alan. 
"Number eight seems ready. He's signed all the papers and is ready to 
begin."

"We're going to give you a physical exam now, and prepare you for the 
chemical castration. First you'll have to shave your genitals 
completely, as well as the surrounding area around your legs and 
abdomen," the Doc said.

"Ok, now I'm going to give you several injections. They're designed 
to do two things: first, we're going to completely shut down your 
penis. You won't be able to get hard if your life depended on it. 
Your cock will just be completely limp... no matter how much 
stimulation, you will be 100% impotent.   Now the second thing the 
injections will do is make you extremely horny: you will want to have 
sex almost all the time.  You'll feel like a cat in heat... and 
you'll be able to have an orgasm, only you'll be dribbling cum out of 
your soft penis.  In fact, your penis will function much more like a 
female clitoris."

He had me lay down on my stomach, and I felt the first needle go deep 
into my butt. "Just relax, this will only take a minute," the Doc 
said. I saw him pressing an oily looking substance into my butt 
through a large syringe.  I felt flushed after a few moments, and 
finally he took the needle out.  "OK, now this one's a little 
different. We call it 'getting a fill up', and you'll need to get 
this one about every three days."  He had me turn over onto my back, 
and brought out a huge syringe filled with a clear white substance. I 
wasn't prepared for what he did next -- he massaged the needle right 
into my ballsac, and slowly emptied its contents into it.  My ballsac 
was about a third bigger than normal, and my nuts felt like they were 
"sloshing" around in whatever he injected there. "Your nuts will feel 
a little warm, a slight burning sensation for a while... this 
substance is gently putting them to sleep; don't be alarmed if they 
start to shrink after a few days... this is completly normal, and 
will reverse itself once the treatments stop," said the Doc.

I woke up the next morning, and walked to the mirror in my room.  My 
cock and balls were completely shaved... and bright red from whatever 
had been done to me.  I didn't have my usual morning erection -- my 
cock and balls just hung there, looking like a tiny cooked lobster.  
I was horny though, and tried to play with my cock and wake it up. 
Northing happened. A note had been slipped under my door -- "You're 
invited to the old plantation house... 9:00 pm. Clothing optional."

Around nine, I started to walk down to the old plantation house... it 
was dark out, except for occasional tiki torches and the moonlit 
sky.  I could hear voices as I walked down the trail, and started to 
see the forms of men walking around, some alone, some with another 
person... I reached the plantation house, and saw that nobody had 
clothes on. I took mine off and started to walk around... everyone 
seemed so natural and naked, so I didn't feel self-conscious.  I 
noticed other men like me, with shaved cocks, hanging limply off 
their bodies.  Yet there were others walking around with fully 
functional equipment -- all sorts of men, some with very large cocks, 
others with just average ones.  

I began to feel very horny, and almost everyone I looked at seemed 
incredibly good looking. This only made me hornier -- but it was very 
strange to have a cock that just hung there.  Ocassionally someone 
would brush by, and grab my cock or my ass -- kind of checking me out.

I went into the bathroom, and started to play with my cock as I 
pissed -- trying anything to get some relief from my horniness.  I 
looked around, and behind me a dark-haired man approached... he had 
an incredible hard on, a thick cock with a bright red knob... I stood 
there, knowing I would take it all in in an instant, I was so horny.  
He came behind me, and pressed his body against mine... I could feel 
his swollen cock pressing up underneath my ass... he kept pressing it 
closer and closer and held onto me tight as he his cock made it's way 
up toward my hungry manhole.  With a thrust it was in, and the 
feeling of his cock inside me almost made me pass out with pleasure 
and pain...  I took him all the way inside of me, and he kept 
pressing harder.  He put his hands around my useless cock ... my limp 
organ began to spurt again and again, as I released a week's worth of 
pent up jism into his strong hands.