Flight Home

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	We all boarded the plane for the flight home - 12 hours in 
the air, but it was the last leg of our trip.  I had gone with my 
school wrestling team to the international meets in Greece, and had 
done pretty well - Greece was really fun and all, but now I just 
wanted to head home and to bed.
	Even though we were in a 737, there weren't too many people 
on the flight, just the twelve of us, our coach, Mr. Callan, and 
two or three businessmen who looked like they just wanted sleep.  
Our flight departed at 1 AM local time, so I guess that explained 
it.  Coach said he had booked this one because it was nonstop and 
really cheap.
	The plane took off and took to the air.  Jesus, it was 
boring - we were over water by the time dawn came so all I could 
see out the window was either dark or water.  I actually started 
feeling a little sick - maybe  it was motion sickness, maybe it was 
the unnamed meat-on-a-stick I ate before we left; who knew.  Either 
way, I spent a fair amount of time in the bathroom and skipped the 
in-flight meal.
	About five hours into the flight I started to feel a whole 
lot better and headed back out to our seats.  When I had left all 
the guys had been pretty boisterous, but it seemed like they had 
all passed out in their seats.  I sat down in mine next to Joey and 
just decided to lay back myself.
	I had barely put my seat down when a voice came over the 
intercom: "Rows one through three to first class.  Rows one through 
three.  Rows four through six get ready."  I opened my eyes to see 
the first three rows - four of our guys and one of the businessmen 
- stand up and walk right past the curtain, totally naked!  The 
next three after them I could see were peeling their clothes off, 
right there.  What the hell was going on?  
	I was in row 9, and tried to say something to Bill up in 
row 6.  "Bill!" I hissed at him.  He didn't respond.  "Bill!"  He 
dropped his pants.  His eyes looked funny - blank, like he was 
really stoned.  Had he been drugged or something?  He sat back down 
without saying anything to me.  
	I turned to Joey, wondering if he was really asleep or 
not.  His eyes were closed and he was laying back.  I elbowed him 
lightly.  "Joey!"  He didn't answer or move.  I peeled back his 
eyelid, and it wasn't rolled up or anything.  Was he drugged or 
what?  I didn't know.
	I sat there, too scared to really do anything.  I looked 
over at him, and then mny gaze drifted down toward his crotch.  He 
had a tent pitched, and I was wanted  to play with it...how often 
do you get this kind of chance?
	Right when I got up the the nerve to try a voice came over 
the PA.  "Rows four through six to first class.  Rows four through 
six.  Rows seven through nine get ready."
	As soon as they heard the voice, the named rows, including 
mine, got up and started removing their clothes.  I watched Bill 
pull his shirt and pants off, and watched his erection spring up 
and smack his cut abs.  I got naked as well, afraid of what might 
happen otherwise.
	So here was sitting with my teammates, naked and with an 
erection.  The other guys came back and sat down, still stark 
naked, but before them came one of the flight attendants.  He 
looked alert - not like any of the passengers, so I tried to look 
like them, totally zoned out.  When they were all seated he went 
back through the curtain to first class and I was free to do what I 
wanted to. 
	What I wanted to do was go down on Bill, and I did.  I 
wrapped my  lips around his hard cock, and went up and down.  There 
was no reaction whatsoever from him - something wrong was going on, 
but I didn't care.  I had dreamed about this for so long.  I sucked 
him off until my row was called in the next bunch to go up to first 
class.  
	I got in line, excited, scared, wondering what was 
happening.  We shambled up to first class, me last in line, and 
when we got there the flight attendants were looking us over.  I 
was afraid to look anything other then like the rest of the 
passengers, so pretended to be blank-faced like they were.  I 
wondered if they had been drugged or something.  
	They were doing something to them up at the front of the 
plane.  The guy would step up, they would do something to him, then 
he would sit in one of the first-class seats.  I couldn't really 
see what was going on until I was the third or fourth in line.
	They would put something around his sac and then with a 
sharp looking knife slice it right off!  I could watch the 
attendant drop the guys balls and sac into a big jar that looked 
like it had many others in it.  This is clearly what had happened 
to everybody in front of me.  He would keep doing something, and 
then I could clearly see the attendant drop what looked like a cock 
into the same jar.
	They were castrating us!  Something in me was repelled by 
the very thought, but something else was attracted by the thought.  
Fear kept me in line, but a strange sort of desire kept me there as 
well.  Some part of me wanted me to be castrated, wanted my cock 
cut off.
	I stepped up as the line advanced, stepped up to the doom 
of my cock, the separation of my body from my testicles.  The more 
I thought about it the more I wanted it; the hornier I got.  By the 
time Bill had been emasculated I was about to pop.
	I stepped up to the attendant and stared straight ahead.  
He used some sort of tool to put a tight rubber band around the 
neck of my scrotum.  It hurt but I stood stalwart, almost proud to 
be castrated.  When he took the knife to the skin I nearly spurted 
right there I was so turned on.  
	I felt my balls fall away from my body.  My cock stayed 
erect, secure in the thought that it was about to be separated from 
my crotch as well.  I couldn't really see the device they used 
without being obvious, but just stood there as they pressed it to 
my pubic mound and did whatever they did.  
	When I was done, we were instructed to return to our 
seats.  We did so, and as we did I glanced at the others who had 
already been emasculated, marveling in the stubs they had for cocks 
and their lack of testicles.  I was like them now.
	We got back to our seats and I felt suddenly sleepy.  I 
passed out, looking at my crotch, now free of its burden, little 
stub still erect and dark red line at its base where my scrotum had 
been attached.

	I woke up as we landed.  Something compelled me to dress, 
as were the others, and we disembarked, seemingly normally, but 
inside I was in a daze.  When I got home I came out of it slowly 
and remembered what had happened on the flight home.  I rushed into 
the bathroom and got naked to examine myself - had it all been a 
dream?  Did I want it to be?  I wasn't really sure.
	When the reality of what had happened hit me I discovered 
that I wasn't really all that pissed off about it all - I mean, 
life didn't really change all that much, except maybe I didn't jack 
off anymore or try to get laid at parties.  The other guys didn't 
seem to mind it much either.