At the Y

Roulette at the Y is great for the most intense orgasms, unless your 
the one who loses (wins?).

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I always go to the Y every Saturday. I love playing the roulette for 
the intense orgasms. I know it's dangerous, well, not really 
dangerous but more like permanent. I'm not in a relationship, so I 
don't worry about having to explain. The guys who get cut never come 
back, so I've wondered what their wives feel about no more sex. 
Figuring women, they're probably thrilled. I guess it doesn't really 
mean no more sex, just no more penetration by hubby's dick. It's 
probably about 50/50 married and single.



I wish I knew what happens to the balls. If anyone knows, please tell 
me. There have been a few that I would have liked to keep. Anyway, at 
the Y in a room beside the men's sauna, a roulette game is played 
which causes intense orgasms for all but one of the players.



The room holds 50 males, 25 on two rows facing the other. The males 
go in naked and sit on the wooden bench which has a hole for the 
testicles to hang down through. When the room is full, the testicles 
are comfortably clamped so the male can't get up until the game is 
over.



The men sit with their legs spread, their erections sticking up, and 
their balls clamped into the hole. After an unspecified amount of 
time while everyone waits and the suspense builds, a click is finally 
heard. One man jumps up, screaming and crying, yelling, "No, not me!" 
The rest of the men have orgasms and ejaculate at seeing this man 
having had his balls cut off and cauterized. The balls, in the sealed 
scrotum, roll out into the middle of the floor. The game is over and 
all 50 participants exit the room. The ones to go in next are watchng 
the ones exiting anxious to see who was castrated. Forty-nine of the 
men exit with smiles and cum dripping from their flaccid cocks. One 
man exits crying, still with a hard-on, and no balls dangling between 
his legs. 



Anyone with his testicles still attached can play the roulette as 
often as he wishes. The only age restrictions are that the male at 
least be in puberty and able to ejaculate. 



Today, a 14-year-old boy is discussing with his dad how he wants to 
play but doesn't want to go in without someone he knows with him his 
first time. I listen to him beg his father to go in with him. The  
father says, "I don't want my balls cut off, son. I really like my 
big, low-hanging nuts." He asks his son why the boy would want to 
risk losing his balls and not being able to have sex. The boy 
responds, "Dad, only one guy out of fifty will lose his balls. The 
odds are slim that it will be either of us. Please go in with me." 
The father relents, and they go in.



They sit across from the other. I take the seat next to the dad. I 
notice them looking at the other's erection, probably for the first 
time. The boy's dick is quite big. It appears larger than his dad's 
by a couple of inches, I would guess. It is thicker, also. But the 
father has much larger, lower-hanging balls. I take a quick look at 
the father's face and notice he's a bit red. He's probably 
embarrassed about his son having a bigger dick. 



When the room is full and everyone is clamped in, it is announced 
over the intercom that this roulette is a "Two". This only happens 
once a month. I see the father and son look at each other wide-eyed. 
Two men will be castrated. After about 10 minutes, a double click is 
heard. The father and son stand up crying as cum is shooting past 
them from the other men, and I'm shooting the biggest gusher of my 
life.



Their balls roll out into the middle of the floor and bang into the 
other. Their sealed scrotums lie there touching as everyone gets up 
and heads for the door. As the father and son exit, crying and tears 
rolling down their faces, all the men waiting to enter see the son's 
hard-on sticking up much taller than his father's, but neither has 
his balls dangling between his legs anymore.



I couldn't have hoped for anything better. Have you ever played the 
roulette at the Y? I'd love to hear about your experience. By the 
way, I was the last out of the room. I figured no one would notice me 
leaving with both my hands full.