Custom Dildos IV

Picking out outfits was easy: we weren't wearing any. Naked parties are nice that way. The only thing we had to do was make sure we looked good, and in our case that meant getting rid of our body stubble, which meant about two hours in the bathroom, a shitload of razor heads, and about a gallon of shaving cream.

I went first. Steve liked doing this; he always got me nice and smooth before competitions. Neither of us had worn much all day, so we just hopped in the shower and got it all nice and steamy. With the water off, he lathered up my chest to start with, then slowly drew the razor down my pec, scraping away the stubble and cream and leaving only smooth skin.

After one pass over my whole body (and let me tell you, shaving my sac is tough without a cock to stretch it out) we had a rinse, and then the inspection. Steve would look over every freaking inch of my body, carefully inspecting it and nicking off any stray hairs. This part took the longest, and the worst part was that I wanted to fool around the whole time but couldn't. I still had to get him all nice n' smooth.

He didn't take as long as I did; without his balls his hair didn't grow too fast or thick. It took maybe half as long to get him baby smooth as it did me, and without a pesky nutsac to deal with it was a lot easier.

Once done we both rinsed off all nice and good, cleaned out the tub, dried off, and rubbed a little oil on so we'd look all nice and slick, then just waited for the guests to arrive.

Jerry showed up early, as planned, with his "master" (I still had to hold back the chuckles just thinking about it) and our three victims for the evening. Jerry had only been allowed to wear sandals, biker shorts (which showed off his smooth groin rather nicely), and a t-shirt, which he quickly shed upon command.

His master introduced himself as Luis. He looked to be in his late thirties, maybe early forties, in pretty good shape and decked out in boots, jeans, a white t-shirt and leather cap, all of which he removed as well, exposing an impressive endowment. He seemed pleasant enough, but I couldn't get over the fact that while I talked to him Jerry was on his knees on his right side while Luis kept his hand on his head. "Can't blame ya for driving a trade out of him," Luis told us. "From what I hear, the boy had some impressive stuff attached."

"Moreso now that it's not attached to him," I replied.

"Yeah, I'll say. He sure didn't deserve it. The boy's practically worthless, but I'm whippin' him into shape." Jerry whimpered. "Here, these are your trades," he gestured toward the other three, who had just undressed. I was pleased to see they were good and smooth. "Cal," he pointed at the first.

Cal raised a hand. "Hey," he greeted us, obviously nervous. He couldn't keep his eyes off my crotch. He had a really nice body, kinda like Steve - trim and athletic, with a nice tan under his shock of blonde hair. Good to Jerry's word, the kid had at least ten inches on him.

"What up, Cal?" I shook hands with him.

He smiled nervously. "Just here for the party, and to, uh," he gestured towards his groin, "lighten my load a little, ya know?" We both smiled, and I think he relaxed a bit.

The next guy put his hand out and introduced himself. "Jack," he said, in an Irish sort of accent - he sounded like some guys I'd met from Boston. He was real short, maybe five five, but the kid was thick - he had one of those thick, powerful bodies you get from manual labor, not like in a gym. His muscles weren't the only thick things on him, either; his cock was the size of two beer cans stacked on top of one another less maybe an inch or two, with nuts the size of my fist.

"Good to meet, you, man," I greeted him.

"Yah, me too. Can't wait for this," he said, his excitement obvious. "I wanna look like him," he said, pointing at Steve. Steve blushed.

Lastly, the third guy was, "Stoney, man," he smiled. Stoney was right; the kid reeked of weed. He was skinny, tall, and pretty cute if you took away the scraggly attempt at a beard and nappy dreads. Still, I couldn't argue with a dick like that - not as thick as Jack's but a good foot long.

"And what are we taking off you?" I asked. "Just the pipe?"

"Huh?" he seemed confused, then got it. "Heh. Yeah, dude. Hey, we oughtta make a bong out of it..." he trailed off, lost in thought. All of us just stared at him for a minute, the guy oblivous as he thought about smoking weed out of his hollowed out penis. Actually, it was a pretty interesting idea.

"Well, make yourselves comfy," Steve suggested. "We told people to show up around ten or so. The big event's at midnight."

Stoney headed right for the chips n' dip, Cal followed Stoney, and Jack wanted to cop a feel off Steve. Luis asked if he could see his boy's former equipment, so I took him into the bedroom where the collection was prominently displayed. Jerry followed, taking up his position at Luis' side once we stopped to look.

"Looks like you've got a few of 'em," he commented, picking up Steve's set. "Gotta wonder why you keep some," as he looked at Ben's.

"Sentimental value."

He pointed at mine and Jerry's. "Now I know it's gotta be one of these."

"It's this one," I told him, gesturing toward Jerry's.

"Stand up, boy," he ordered Jerry. Jerry did. "Hold it up there," he told him, handing him his own cock and balls. Jerry positioned it at his groin and stood proudly. "Yeah, you look better without 'em," he muttered, and ordered Jerry back out into the living room.

"I gotta thank ya for being willing to make a deal," he told me. "I gotta admit, I had an eye on that boy for awhile but I ain't gonna have a boy with a bigger dick n' me. When I saw him with nuthin' in his pants I picked him right up."

"Well, you've certainly brought about a, uh, change in him."

"Yeah," he smiled, laughing. "He was a cocky sonuvabitch, wasn't he?" We both laughed at that one. I was getting to like Luis a little more.

I heard voices back out in the living room, so left to find J.P. disrobing in the living room. "Hey, sorry I'm a little early," he apologized.

"No problem," I told him. "The more the merrier." Soon after, more people started arriving - guys from the gym, Steve's buddies, some friends of mine...the place was packed by ten with naked flesh. I was trying to keep an eye on the entertainment for the evening, and while I had no trouble keeping track of Jack or Cal, Stoney kept disappearing into my bedroom to, well, live up to his name.

Midnight rolled around and it was time for the big event. I sent all three of the guests of honor to the living room and unveiled the machine, announcing that it was time for the evening's entertainment.

Luis and Jerry had a front row spot, with Luis standing behind a kneeling Jerry. Ben was right up front, too, talking to J.P. and some of the guys from the gym. "We ready, guys?" I asked the three, and all seemed excited, even a very red-eyed Stoney. All three were hard and ready to go.

I wanted the two losing their cocks to go first, which had disappointed Jack, but he was going to be the big one - the only one of the three losing all his stuff. "Now I want to emphasize to everybody how painless it is," I announced as Stoney stuck his dick in the machine. I had set it up so the person being altered faced the crowd - I wanted everybody to be able to see the person's face.

I hit the button and waited. The crowd was quiet. Stoney closed his eyes and went, "Mmmmm," with a big smile on his face. "Feels warm," he said. "I like it."

The machine clicked off, and he pulled away. Stoney looked down at himself and smiled again, that weird stoner's smile. He stepped over so the crowd could see, and people applauded. I pulled his cock out of the machine and set it on top so everybody could see it.

Next was Cal, who strutted right up - he seemed to enjoy being on display like this. He gripped the sides of the machine like it was some dude's head and slid his dick right in. He wanted to push the button himself, so I let him. A few seconds later I was pulling his cock out and setting it upright next to Stoney's.

Last was Jack. He was really playing to the crowd, flexing and strutting up in front of them. A few guys tried to touch it, and I couldn't blame them, but he worked the crowd like a stripper, just tantalizing. When he was ready to go, he slipped his stuff in the machine and I hit the button. Jack was still striking poses, and when he felt the machine release him, just stepped back and rubbed his now smooth crotch, licking his finger and tweaking a nipple, then strolled out into his admirers, men all wanting to feel up the newly-altered.

I took my prizes into my room to add to my collection only to find that Stoney was already getting it on with somebody, taking it up the ass and clearly enjoying it. I just dropped my stuff off and left the two of them alone; the kid probably needed a good fucking.

In the kitchen, Jack was having his picture taken with Steve and Ben. Cal was getting his nuts licked by a guy from the gym, Steve was lying all over the couch with some guys...this was turning into a really good party.

I noticed out of the corner of my eye three guys milling about the machine, so headed over. One of them was one of Steve's buddies, this dude Frank - we'd met a few times. "Hey, man, can we use this thing?"

"Yeah, sure," I told them. "I just gotta be here when you do it."

"Oh, okay," Frank said. "Well, here, Dave and Vinnie here want to use it."

Dave and Vinnie were a pair of college boys, and from the matching tattoos all three sported apparently in the same frat or something. Both looked pretty average, but any dick I could add to my collection is a good one. "Put it in there," I told them.

Vinnie beat Dave to it, and stuck it all in, cock and balls. I hit the button and soon enough Vinnie pulled away. "Aww, yeah!" he exclaimed, rubbing himself.

"Move out of the way, dickless!" Dave joshed him, and positioned himself in front of it.

"You next?" I asked Frank.

He looked unsure, and stole looks at his friends. "Ah, fuck it," he said, and went in. Soon I had three more full sets. I wished I'd thought of this before!

Before the night was out, I'd collected about five more cocks and seven more full sets, most from guys I didn't even know. Around four the party started winding down, and people started putting their clothes back on, saying goodbye, and heading out.

My last cock of the night was this redneck who was a friend of a friend of somebody. I was feeling a little tired so was sitting on the couch talking to some people when he stumbled up with a drink in his hand.

"Shit, man, ah'm so drunk it looks like you got no dicks on ya," he commented to the couch in general. As it happened, none of us did have dicks.

"Maybe we don't," I said back to him, all smartass.

"Whass this thang over here?" he stumbled to the machine.

"It takes your cock for a ride," I told him.

"Really." It was a statement, not a question. "Dzzzit feel good?"

"Yeah."

"So how d'ya use it?"

"Put your dick in the hole and push the button."

Thirty seconds later he was staring at his balls in complete shock. "Where'd mah willie go?"

"I told you, it'd take it for a ride."

"Oh, shit!" he mumbled, and stumbled around the party some more. Clearly he got over it pretty quick because the next time I went to the bathroom he was being felt up in the hallway by some people, muttering for them to, "Yeah, play with them nuts. Fuck it..." Funny how nobody ever really seemed to mind losing their bits and pieces, I thought...something about the male psyche, maybe. I dunno.

After the party our little collection had grown too big for the nighstand, so I made a little trophy case for it. Always makes for an interesting conversation piece for guests (who often end up seeing themselves in it before they leave). You never know who'll have a nice juicy cock or even their whole package in there next...