Lumberjacks

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	When I was twenty-one the circus came to town.  It was July, 
really hot and humid, and when they came in by train everybody knew 
it.  The older guys said how nice it was since circuses never really 
came by train anymore, and the rest of us were just happy to have 
something to do.  Living in a company lumber village tended to get 
pretty boring, and most of us filled our lives with alcohol, sex 
(mostly with ourselves), and TV...not the most interesting of lives.

	I had actually been to college, and majored in biology.  I 
worked there as a summer job - it made lots of money and it was a 
damn good workout at the same time, so it was perfect for a guy like 
me.  The circus set up and all on the outskirts of the village.  We 
figured it'd be a fun time, even if we didn't have anybody other than 
each other to win prizes for, but it was something new.  

	On opening night we all showed up and filed into the big top 
like good little sheep, taking our seats on bleachers and preparing 
for the show.  A few girls in skimpy clothing sold beer and pretzels, 
and we waited for the show to start.  The girls were really pushy 
with the stuff though, and nearly everybody bought something.  I got 
a beer just as the lights dimmed.

	A guy in a very tight tuxedo came out into the middle and 
announced the first act, "Sure to amaze and delight," or so he said.  
It was an acrobatics troupe, supposedly from France, three guys who 
did all manner of tumbling.  They were actually pretty good, and good 
looking.  They came out in spandex one-pieces, and watching them spin 
and fly around was impressive.  The beer wenches kept pushing stuff 
on us.

	After the acrobats finished their deal, the ringmaster came 
back on and encouraged us to buy more beer.  I realized I hadn't even 
touched mine what with watching the acrobats and all, but wasn't 
really thirsty, so just let it get warm in my hands.  I didn't really 
feel like drinking anyway, and as long as I had one in front of me 
the wenches didn't bother me.

	Next were a bunch of jugglers, and they were pretty 
impressive - tossing fire and stuff around.  After that were the 
requisite clowns, who weren't all that good, but then I never liked 
clowns anyway.  After that came the strongman, a giant bear of a guy 
with a shaven head.  He did some strength tests and then challenged 
anybody to come out and try to best him.  Of course, nobody did, but 
they all got a free drink for trying.  After him came a highwire act, 
and a magician.

	During the magician's act I looked around and noticed a lot 
of guys were nodding off.  After he left he stage, a hypnotist came 
on.  He wanted volunteers, and picked me right out of the crowd!  I 
walked up there nervously, noting that most everybody but me looked 
really sleepy.  The hypnotist guy was really great as a showman - I 
felt like he was just doing his act for me.  He did the typical 
thing, swinging the watch in front of me.  I got groggy myself, and 
then...

	I heard a drumming noise, first from far away, but then 
closer and louder.  I shook off my grogginess and looked around, 
wondering if I'd been clucking or mooing or something.  Instead of 
the ring, as I expected, it was kind of dark all around me, and I 
could hear somebody beating on a drum.  In front of me was Frank, one 
of the other lumbermen, and he was naked!  So was I...in fact, so 
were all of us, standing in a line.  I had a giant boner, and not 
just because I was naked with a bunch of burly men.  We were in a 
building somewhere and I could see circus props and furniture 
scattered around.  I couldn't really see up front because a near-wall 
of kibble blocked my view.  Behind me was Jimbo, with a glazed look 
in his eyes and his cock sticking straight out.  

	"Jimbo!" I whispered.  He didn't answer.  "Jimbo!"  I waved 
my hands in front of his eyes, but he didn't even blink.  The drum 
continued on, and the line stepped up a pace.  I looked around but 
didn't see anybody except the men in line.  I made a furtive dodge 
for the shadows.  Jimbo and the rest of the line just stepped up to 
fill my spot.

	I made my way to the line of furniture quietly, and peeked 
through a gap in it.  Through it I could see the line of men 
continuing up to a table.  He would stand there for a moment, then 
shudder, then walk away.  At the table was the ringmaster and the 
acrobat trio, and a few of the beer wenches.  The strongman was 
beating the drum, evenly, stripped to the waist, his pecs glistening 
as he moved his arms up and down, beating to the rythym.

	I felt myself drifting off again to the beat, and my eyes 
glaze.  I didn't even try to think what was going on, I just stood 
there and watched.  When I realized what was happening, I shook it 
off again.  It was that beat, that infernal drumming that did it - it 
somehow hypnotized me, and surely all the others.

	I worked my way around the wall of furniture to get a better 
look, and a better look I got.  I watched as Joe, one of the other 
younger guys, stepped up to the table.  His cock was rock hard, and 
as he stepped up his cock and balls came to rest in a small device.  
There was a brief shick! noise, and out the other end of the machine 
came Joe's cock, wrapped tightly in plastic, and into a bowl dropped 
two things that had to be Joe's balls!  Joe stepped away from the 
table, and I could see for an instant that his groin was now bereft 
of his manhood.

	My god, I thought.  They're castrating all of us, totally 
emasculating us.  I thought of us all, a community of total eunuchs 
living without our cocks or testicles.  My attention went back to the 
drummer, and the thought of putting my penis on the machine, and the 
blade inside coming down, severing it from my body for these 
people...something about it got my already stiff cock even harder.  I 
so wanted to give it up to them, to relinquish the organs that made 
me a guy.  The drumming got to me again.

	This time I didn't fight it; I knew what it wanted and I 
wanted it to.  I fell into place at the back of the line and let my 
mind slip away, listening to the beat.  As I shuffled forward, I 
imagined what would happen to me, to all of us.  Without my balls my 
body hair would fall out and my skin be totally smooth.  The muscles 
I was so proud of would shrink, slowly, but surely, and leave me like 
a skinny punk.  My beard would fall out.  With no cock, I'd never 
fuck, only be fucked.  I'd be used only, powerless to men with 
cocks...men like these men, strong men.

	It was finally my turn to step up to the table.  I wore a big 
smile, which seemed disconcerting to the men, but I placed my balls 
in the cup and my dick in the machine.  They closed the lid, and I 
closed my eyes, waiting for the moment when I would no longer be a 
man.  Then, it came.  A brief moment of pain as the knife severed my 
genitals from my body and a violent tug as the wound was stitched 
closed.  My cock fell out into a bucket of cocks, wrapped securely in 
its plastic, and my balls rolled down into another bucketful of 
testicles.  My eyes and mind glazed over again, and I joined my 
fellow lumberjacks.



	When I awoke the next morning I thought it a dream, until I 
saw Jimbo standing in front of the mirror in the dormitory, nude, 
staring at himself.  My first instinct was to reach for my cock, but 
when my hand reached my groin Jimbo turned around and I saw that it 
had not been a dream.  A precise line of stitches ran up his groin, 
just as one ran up mine, and all the other men in the village.  
Jimbo's face showed pure horror, and I had to keep mine from showing 
pure joy.