Lisa's manmeat

A male clerk shows a female customer his penis. When she approves of
it they go to a special room to cut it off, for her to buy and take
home for dinner.

Comments are very welcome, especially from (non-transsexual)
females. (If any woman reads and likes it, please write!) I've used
the SI (metric) system rather than imperial units since I'm familiar
with it and since it's used in most of the world. Finally, English
is not my native language but I hope the story doesn't suffer too
much from it.

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He was a clerk in the famous store named "Lisa's manmeat". Well
dressed, he waited for a customer to take care of; he wore a dinner
jacket bearing his name and the logotype of the store, a bow tie and
a black garment refered to as a kilt, He was not married, which was
the reason for him being where he was at all. All men would loose
their penises sooner or later, if not before they died as most, at
least before they were buried.

For men who married, it was for his wife to cut off when she wanted
to and decided they wouldn't have any more children, and when she
wasn't going to lend him to any of her friends for that purpose
anymore. Some wives did it right after marriage and some waited
decades to have sex as long as they felt the lust. These women
normally had their husbands castrated though, when they had his dick
only for sex and not for children.

However, for unmarried men it was different. Honor said that if a
man was still not married when he was about 30 years old, he should
not hold on to his penis anymore. Unmarried men obviously older than
that were outcasts and free for any woman to cut. There was no exact
limit though. Most men just realized one day that it was about time
to give up and admit to himself that since he was not married
already, he wouldn't be. Then, like him, they saw to getting
themselves fixed.

A friend of his had chosen to give his cock to his younger cousin as
a present on her birthday. She had been overjoyed, but not giving it
to a licensed manmeat store meant paying a fee to the government the
store normally would pay. He had chosen instead to walk into an
office a few hours ago and told Lisa herself, "I'd like to donate my
penis." She had put a paper on her desk and said, "Please fill out
the form, strip completely and get over here so I can get a look at
that piece of meat between your legs." He did, got himself measured
by her and here he was.

Suddenly he realized that a gorgeous blond woman, probably a couple
of years younger than himself, had just entered the store. He walked
up to her and asked if he could be of any service. "I'd like a full
package," she replied, "With skin, please." "Yes, ma'am," he said,
"Perhaps I can interest you in my own 18 centimeters?"

His kilt was made so that it could either cover all around, or only
his behind while fully exposing his genitals. Now he moved the front
of the garment to one side in order to show her his swelling penis.
With slightly spread legs, he put his hands on his back and moved
his lower abdomen forward, so that she could easily reach and
carefully examine his dick and balls. She asked for the price and
then nodded approval with a smile; "I'll take it," she said. "Very
good, ma'am," was his reply, "Please follow me."

The small room they entered was empty except for a low platform and
a thing shaped as an oval cylinder, except where it was flat and
leaned inwards, beginning about a meter from the ground. In the
lower end was a small hole, about 4 centimeters in diameter, and in
the upper a control panel. "The cutting room," he said simply. "If I
had much of a choice in this, I think I'd have prefered the old
methods; with a a chopping-block and a woman with axe and knife.
Even if that would mean I'd have to bear the pain of not using
pain-killers."

He walked up to the cylindrical thing and glanced at her. "Would you
mind showing me those lovely breasts of yours?" he asked, "To
improve my hard-on as much as possible before I cut it." He
hesitated a second before continuing. "Of course I could call a
Tempter instead if you like, but I think it'd be sexier to work with
the woman who will actually have my cock for dinner later on."

A Tempter was a young, sexy woman who was hired by the store to give
the men a good show before the cutting. The purpose of course being
to provide the customers with penises as hard as they could get. She
smiled at him, obviously very pleased. "No, I don't mind at all,"
she said while opening her blouse, then slowly letting both her
well-sized breasts slip over the edge of her bra, one at a time. He
closed his eyes and swallowed hard at the sight. Well, there
certainly wasn't any need for a Tempter in this case, he thought
while inserting his hard dick into the hole on the machine. Then he
helped his balls over the edge while taking hold of the strap on the
side.

The strap was used to keep his lower abdomen in place and he felt
his body being pressed against the cutting machine; it had
automatically tightened the strap when the end was attached at the
other side of the machine. "Would you like your meat frozen, fresh
or cooked?" he asked. "Fresh," she replied, "I'll cook it myself
tonight." He nodded and entered her requests on the panel. Full
package. Fresh. With skin left on the shaft. The scrotum sack was of
course always thrown away.

The machine then produced a receipt with a number and the price.
When he gave it to her, she just took it without a word, put it in
her purse and smiled at him again. Then she sat down on the platform
behind her and lifted up her skirt to reveal the slit of her shaved
pussy. She spread her legs, leaned back and massaged her clitoris as
she watched him press the final button on the machine; his eyes were
glossy by horniness at the sight of her.

He could feel a needle entering the base of his cock from below, at
the same time as something cold touched it from above and slided
against the shaft up to the head; then something tightened around
his penis just below the head. For a few seconds nothing happened
while he could feel his dick going numb. Finally came a continuous
low humming noise, mixed with a number of chopping sounds and a
fizzle; they told him of blades cutting off his penis, stopping the
blood at the ends and separating, cleaning and packaging the parts.
She surely knew what it meant too and he could see her orgasming
violently; still lying on the low platform, with her legs spread and
fully exposed to him.

"You can pick it up at the cashpoint in exchange for payment and the
receipt," he said as the machine released him. She nodded, put her
breasts back in the bra and left while buttoning her blouse.