Football Players Meet the Blade

By Justoneguy

Brandon Jones and Daniel Parker had always been the stars of the team, and their college football team was no exception. Brandon was a senior, on his way to a possible professional football carrier; Daniel was a junior and was expected to be the shine even brighter with out of Brandon’s shadow next year. The two had known each other all through high school, and when Brandon decided to go to State on a football scholarship, Daniel knew that was in his future too. Together, they were the building block of a football comeback for State University. The coach had pulled a lot of strings to get them in his program, and in the nearly 4 years since draft Brandon, had succeeded in building a winning team around his young star. Daniel’s skills were the icing on the cake. Together, they guaranteed that State U would compete in a Bowl game for the first time in 20 years.

All this did not settle well with Central University, which thanks to the State U’s comeback were about to miss their first Bowl game in 20 years. It wasn’t just a point of pride. The Bowl game brought hundreds of thousands of dollars to the university—not to mention the alumni support that goes hand in hand with success on the grass. Central U had a lot riding on its Bowl game. That was when Central U’s coach had an idea. Hailing from an old Italian family, the coach still had plenty of friends in the old neighborhood. Without telling anyone on his team or at the university, he approached some old friends and offered his Bowl bonus plus a kickback on university contracts for 10 years—if they made sure that Brandon Jones and Daniel Parker were unable to play in the games leading up to the Bowl pick. He was careful to emphasize that the two were not to be killed. The last thing he need was a murder investigation. He just wanted an assurance that the two young men would not play football again. He left the meeting satisfied that he would get his wish. What he didn’t know was that his old friends decided to turn the job over to one of their most feared enforcers—The Blade.

Brandon and Daniel sat in the back of the woman’s pick-up truck. They were both wearing their football gear from practice. The woman had asked them to keep their white uniforms on. But they had both substituted their boxer briefs for their cups and jocks, which were now stuffed into their book bags. That turned out to be a really good decision, thought Daniel as he bounced around in the back of the old pick up. His cup was uncomfortable enough without be jostled around by the dirt rode. Brandon smiled at his friend as the road along. The two guys were studs, but it wasn’t every day that a hot 30-something Italian chick asked for their “help” on her farm. Sure, college girls were nice, but the skills of a mature woman who still had her looks were unbeatable.

“I’m telling you Danny, these older ladies can work their pussies so much, it’s like their milking the jizz right out of you,” Brandon said with a smile.

“You’d better be careful. She might hear you,” Daniel said over the wind blowing in his face.

Brandon shrugged his shoulders under his shoulder pads. “You’ll know soon enough my friend.” Brandon knew that his old high school buddy had only been with 2 girls in his life—one in high school and one in college. Of course, both had been long term relationships with Danny getting constant sex. But knowing that his cock had tasted more pussy than his buddy’s kinda gave Brandon a rush. He had no problem talking up the fact that he had pleasured over a dozen women in his 21 years. “You worried about Sussy?” Brandon asked.

“Yeah,” Daniel said, a glum look on his face for a moment as he thought of his girlfriend back a school—a girlfriend he was about to cheat on for his first taste of experienced pussy.

“Don’t worry about it man. Besides, if you still feel bad when we’re there, you can just opt for a blow job.”

The car pulled off the main dirt road and onto a small path lined by trees. Daniel guessed that they were about 30 miles away from town, somewhere out in the boonies. The old truck bounced along the path; dense rows of trees lined the way. Sunlight streamed down on the college boys, alternating with the shadow of the fall leaves. When the truck came to a small farmhouse and barn, it pulled to a halt. The boys hopped out of the back as the woman closed the truck door with a thud. She had long brown hair, which streamed down either side of her face. Her nose was prominent over soft lips painted red. She was wearing a sundress, which seemed a little out of place in the cool fall breeze. But it did show off her thin arms and long legs for the boys to see. She smiled at them as they stood in front of her. Each of the lads smiled and bounced with nervous energy, with made them look even younger to her eyes. They could have been brothers, she noted. They looked so similar in appearance. Both of the boys had brown hair cut short and spiked up over their forehead. Their hair was tangled and filled with a little dirt from practice. The boys hadn’t had a chance to shower with the team when she approached them. Their heads looked small sticking out above their shoulder pads. She noted that football uniforms always turned her on by the way they exaggerate a man’s shoulders—big heavy shoulders over thinly covered hips. It was the very picture of masculinity to her mind—and one of the main reasons she had taken on this job. “Ok boys, take your shirts off.”

Both young men started at it at once. Perhaps their minds were instinctively afraid that at any moment this available female might change her mind about their encounter. The two pulled off their football jerseys and began to unlace their shoulder pads. Brandon got his off first. The woman admired him, her hand casually traveling to the hem of her dress and up her own thigh. The 21-year-old football stud was ripped: a firm washboard stomach under a thick hairless chest. His shoulders broad and strong even after being compared with the shoulder pads. His arms were thickly veined, as she found was often when a guy worked out.

Daniel by this time was shirtless as well. He had struggled with a knotted lace on his shoulder pads, but was now standing beside his friend showing her what years of football and weigh training can produce on a human male body. He was less developed than his older friend, especially in his chest. But his washboard stomach was even more defined than Brandon’s, and there was no way to guess which would win at arm wrestling. As Daniel pulled his should pads over his head, the woman began to finger her pussy. The boys could not quite see her snatch, but they could definitely see what her fingers were doing. Brandon felt a rush of heat through his body and immediately unlaced his football pants and pulled them to his knees. The woman moaned as she saw his crisp white boxer briefs, a propionate bulge tucked down toward the ground between his muscled, cotton-covered thighs. She knew she wanted him first.

She pulled her dripping fingers from her pussy and motion to the boys. “Come this way. Let’s go over toward the barn in case someone happens to come by.”

Not much chance of that, thought Daniel as he looked around the dense trees. “You don’t want to go to the house?”

The woman had already started moving toward the barn. She flipped her hair and said over her shoulder, “I want to be outside.”

Daniel followed her at once; Brandon was a few paces behind as he pulled his pants over his football cleats. When she got to the barn, the woman turned and kissed Daniel passionately on the lips. He was surprised and sucked a deep breath of her perfume. The woman put one hand on the side of his head, feeling the prickles of his freshly shaved face and cropped brown hair. Her other hand came up between his thighs and cupped his young package. The woman felt his hardness there, straining against his tight football pants. He moaned out a breath as she continued to fondle his hard pole. She could tell by the feel of him that what Daniel had between his legs was less impressive than what his friend had. But he was a football player and had a perfectly toned body, so the woman figured that he was still quite a catch. By this time, Brandon walked up, and she stepped away.

“I want you first,” she said to Brandon, who gave a cocky smile to his friend—whose erection was not prominently sticking out to the right in his pants.

“Looks like you’ll have to wait your turn Danny-boy,” he said.

“Wait in the barn,” she said to Daniel. “I want to do one of you out here surrounded by nature.” Daniel stepped into the barn feeling a little disappointed, but knowing that his time would come. He didn’t feel too bad that she had wanted Brandon first; he had half expected it. But when she had kissed and felt him, he had hope that he would be first and that he would be the one telling Brandon to wait in the barn.

The barn was dark and seemed to be pretty much empty. The wood walls were uneven and rough. Several streams of sunlight beamed through the damaged wood walls onto the dirt floor. Daniel couldn’t resist walking up to the wall and looking through one of the damaged slats. He had a clear view of his friend and the woman. He didn’t have to squint or struggle to see though the hole, but was confident that they couldn’t see him inside because of the bright sunlight outside. Brandon was standing in front of the woman wearing only his white boxer briefs and his socks and cleats. He seemed to tower over her as they kissed, his massive shoulders hunching over so his lips could lock onto hers. He felt her ass through the thin fabric of her dress, and she felt his through the white cotton. Then she pushed away from him and undid the ties at the shoulders of her dress. It fell to the floor. She wore no bra or panties. She stood before him an Italian goddess, soft olive breasts with pink pointed nipples. Brandon lowered his boxer briefs and pulled them over his cleated feet. Daniel had seen his best friend nude in the locker room many times, but it somehow felt different now that they were both involved or soon to be involved sexually with this woman. Whereas before Brandon’s dick had just been a piece of meat that always flopped around between his legs, Daniel now saw it as competition for the woman’s pussy. It didn’t help his feelings when she had chosen him first. Looking at his best friend’s floppy now made him a little envious of his prowess.

Brandon’s member hung down like a thick sausage from a thick tangle of dark brown sex hair. To Daniel, the circumcised head of his dick looked huge, like the massive flared mushroom pulled and stretched the thick white shaft toward the ground. He felt a twinge of jealousy and hoped that the woman would still be satisfied with his dick after taking Brandon’s. Behind his hanging meat was a thick sac of balls with showed prominently from either side of his soft tool. The woman stepped forward and hefted the thick piece with her hand. Brandon leaned forward and kissed her as his fingers found her pussy lips. Daniel watched as the woman moaned under the influence of his friend’s skilled fingers. It only took a few minutes for the woman to work Brandon’s staff up to full mast. The woman pulled away from him for a moment and spread a thick blanket from beside the barn onto the ground. Daniel evaluated his competition from Brandon. He judged his buddy’s tool to be around 7” long and thick—maybe 6” around. Damn. Brandon really had been born lucky. Now he really wished he had been picked first. He certainly didn’t relish the idea of sticking his rod into a pussy that had been stretched out by Brandon’s member. Maybe he should go for that blowjob after all.

The woman kissed Brandon again and allowed him to lower her down onto the blanket. Daniel was in a perfect position to see her hairy pussy, its juices glistening in the sunlight. Brandon bent down and started to kiss her pussy, but she pulled on his shoulders and whimpered for him to mount her. Brandon pushed her thighs apart and positioned himself over her body. Daniel could see right between their legs as he entered her for the first time. They both moaned as his thick male helmet popped past her outer pussy lips. Daniel watched as his buddy thrust forward until his loose fat bag of balls rested against the bottom of her pussy. Daniel was so into, he slipped his hand into he football pants. Just when he got his hand in a position to stroke himself, someone grabbed his free arm.

“What th…” a hand slammed over his mouth and he felt a hard blow to the back of his head. He would have collapsed onto the dirt, but he was now being held up. His vision was blurry, and everything was black in the dark barn after having looked out into the sun for so long. Daniel felt another pressure on his legs. He couldn’t move. His muffled screams were lost into the hand over his mouth. I firm pressure on the back of his neck forced his face to look forward, out of the whole in the wall. He struggled but couldn’t move. There were three men holding him fast.

Out the hole, he saw Brandon hump and thrust over the woman with abandon. He gave no sign of hearing anything from within the barn. His tight butt, toned by thousands of squats over the years, bounced and strained as his male instincts drove his hips to thrust deeper into her moist hole. The skin of his sac looked thick, like a bag stretched by his heavy male balls. Daniel watched as his friend’s testicles bounced against the woman’s body. The looked like hen’s eggs, the outline of each orb defined against the soft flesh of his masculine flesh bag. The woman’s arms were around his neck as he pumped his thick spear of flesh in and out of her. He was propping his body up with his hands, but the woman tugged on his neck, bringing his face closer to her lips. Brandon dropped to his elbows as his head dropped down beside hers. They breathed and moaned heavily into each other’s ears. The sun streamed down on them. Brandon’s back glistened with sweat as he greedily humped the small female body under him. The woman ran her hands all over his back, feeling the strong young muscles of his back strain with each thrust and then flex under the intense pleasure of his cock head buried deep inside a pussy. She eyes locked onto two shadows that appear on either side of them.

Brandon gave no notice. Her pussy was so tight, and she took all 7 inches of his meat easily—not like his girlfriend back at State U. He could literally feel her warm pussy walls stretch as the girth of his cock separated them. His fat mushroom head acted like the tip of a spear, burrowing deep into her body. “Oh Brandon,” she moaned under him. “Oh god, you’re so big. You’re the biggest I’ve had.”

“Arrrg. Oh yeah baby,” He groaned from deep in his chest. God, he hoped Daniel could hear this. His reputation in the locker room would be undeniable after this got around.

“Oh god, you’re such a man,” she moaned loudly in his ear. “I can feel you’re balls, oh god they’re so big. They’ve made you so big—such a man.”

Daniel could hear everything, and he could see Brandon’s fat nuts pulling closer to his body in a tight but bulging ball of flesh. It was the universal male sign that orgasm was near.

“You’re the best I’ve ever had,” she screamed. “Of god, you’re making me cum. I’m cummming. Jesus you’re such a man. I love you’re cock. Oh Gooooddddddd.” The woman arched her back and clung to the muscles of his back in an orgasmic furry.

Daniel watched as Brandon thrust lightning fast for several strokes, screaming out, “I’m gonna cum baby.” Brandon’s butt clinched tight and his balls pulsated at his male body pumped masses of white baby-batter into the woman’s body. Daniel watched as the muscles of Brandon’s back and legs relaxed as his orgasm subsided. He lay on top of the woman, his back rising and falling with each of his deep struggling breaths.

The woman held him close with her arms around his shoulders. “God, boy. You were so good.” It was the signal. The two shadows pounced. All Brandon felt at first was a great pressure on his legs, then his arms.

“What the fuck,” he said, but then his arms were pulled out from under him and he fell back onto the sweaty body of his lover. There were four men holding him now, one on each limb. And the woman locked her arms around his back, under each of his arms, right across his shoulder blades, holding his muscled chest against her breasts. “Guess I should introduce myself formally, I’m called the Blade. And this is my crew. They are strong men. I like my men strong—just like you.” Brandon’s head was right beside hers, and she talked directly into his ear. But Daniel could hear every word. “Now, I’m called the Blade for good reason. But when I saw your picture, I knew that I wanted something special from you. You’ve already given me part of it. But for the other part, I’m going to need my partner Bander’s assistance.”

A large man dressed in black came into Daniel’s view. Brandon couldn’t see a thing. His head was pinned next to the Blade’s head. He was obviously Italian and looked to be in his late forties. He was overweight, but had a powerful look about him—as if he could crush a golf ball with his bare hand. Daniel watched as the man leaned down beside Brandon, between his legs that were now held apart. The angle was perfect for him to see everything. God, what was happening!

Brandon couldn’t see a thing. He strained his powerful neck muscles to turn and look behind him, but he was pinned firmly against the Blade’s sweaty body. He felt something brush against the hairs of his inner thigh. It was almost a tickle. Then he realized it was a hand-and something cold and metal. Bander took the device and rested it against Brandon’s leg. He struggled, his massive leg muscles straining and stretching against the men who held him down. Bander reached out and worked his tight sweaty sac away from his body. It was the first time a guy other than himself or a doctor had touched his manhood. Brandon’s body convulsed in an effort to free himself. “Get your fucking hands of my basket!!!” he screamed. “Danny, Danny. Get these guys off of me.” Daniel’s muffled answer was lost behind the hand holding his mouth and jaw.

Brandon’s mighty cock began to wilt inside of the Blade’s pussy. She felt his powerful rod deflate until it was a wet noodle sloshing around in her pussy juice and the thick wad of sperm it had just squirted. She could feel everything that was happening down between her and the boy’s legs. Bander had been through this many times before, and he knew what she liked. He made sure to rub the device against her own thighs before bringing it up and around the young man’s now loosened sac. He pushed both plump orbs into the ring of the device and pressed the magic button. The band snapped closed around the neck of Brandon’s scrotum, where the flesh attached to his body.

“ARRRGGgggggg,” he screamed into the Blade’s ear. “Of fuck, OH God.” The Blade felt every muscle in his body tense and them ripple and the incredible pressure rolled through his strong body. Daniel watched as his best friends large ball bag turned from fleshy tan to dark red in seconds.

The Blade hold the college boy’s chest against her body, feeling the powerful muscles of his pectoral muscles flex against her soft breasts as he struggled. His back broke out in a close sweat, and she released her grip to rub her hands against his muscled back. She knew her crew would hold him steady. It was time for her to enjoy herself. Brandon gasped and groaned into her ear. She felt his entire body tense and relax as he struggled to escape the assault on his manhood. She could feel his thick soft noodle of a cock inside her pussy—the afterglow of his orgasm having been replaced with the nauseating pressure on his testicles.

Bander pushed the football star’s banded balls against both of the Blade’s thighs, letting her feel their texture against her sensitive skin. He then let them flop back against the bottom of her pussy. “Oh yeah, baby,” she said, squirming under him a little then as if in orgasmic ecstasy. “I can feel your big balls stud. I can feel them against my skin. They’re so plump and fat and leathery—and so cold, yes so cold. They’re getting colder.” She rubbed her hands up and down his sweating back, feeling his powerful muscles fight against the four men holding him on top of her. Brandon felt Bander lift his testicles again. He felt a distant sensation as Bander tied a thin string around his balls, below the tight rubber band that was second by second robbing him of his manhood.

The sun beat down on his back and warmed her hands. She almost wished she could touch his cooling sack with her hands, but that would ruin the moment. Instead, she brought her hands up to his neck and ran them through his freshly cut hair. He rubbed over his face, which was not clammy and covered in sweat. His breathing came out in bellows deep from his stomach. She knew that the intense feeling of pressure and pain from his crotch was overwhelming his senses. “They’re dying you know. They’re dying between your legs—between my legs. I can feel them against my pussy.” With that, she contracted her pussy muscles and began to milk the thick soft noodle of his dick. It began to grow, becoming half-erect despite the pain. She humped up against his body, grinding her clit into the forest of dark black sex hair that covered his pubic bone. She could feel the fat flared head of his half-hard cock inside of her. She thought about how, only minutes before, this hot young stud was humping her out of control, how that thick purple helmet of his manhood was hungering to get an inch deeper inside of her, hungering to spurt this’ life-giving seed into her sex. “Get ready stud,” she said.

Bander knew the code and the Blade’s golden-handled cutting knife against the college football star’s manhood, right between the band and the string. ‘Oh god, Oh my god,” Brandon said. He suddenly struggled again, frantically trying to free his powerful limbs and fight his way out. But all the muscles he had toned and built over the years were useless against four grown men holding him down on top of a strong woman. His voice was panicked; his breathing erratic. “Oh fuck Danny, they’re gonna do it. Oh god, no no, please god stop them.” Danny watched as his friend struggled. It almost looked like he was fucking her again, but he knew it wasn’t the case.

The Blade rapped her slender legs around Brandon’s powerful male body, resting her heels on his tight strong ass. His hips bucked above her; she moaned in pleasure. “Of god, Danny, help me, don’t let ‘em take them. Not my balls, oh please god—Not my fucking BALLLS. Their gonna do it; I can feel it. NOOO.”

“They’re mine,” The Blade moaned.

Bander sliced. In one quick moment, he jerked his hand and the knife sliced through the power plant of Brandon’s masculinity. “ARRRGGGHHHH, huhuhuhuh, ooohhhhhh Ffuuckk nonnnooooo!!!!!” Brandon’s hips bucked; his body convulsed. The Blade felt his drool slosh against her shoulder. His convolutions involuntarily humped his hard pubic bone against her hot clit; she felt his half-hard cock slosh around in her pussy—slosh around in this 21-year-old’s last load of seed. She came.

Everything was quiet. Brandon didn’t make a sound, but his body continued to convulse and hump on top of the Blade. Her breathing eased as his convolutions stopped. She looked up at Bander then. “Get this gelded piece of shit off of me.” The four men holding Brandon released their grip and pulled his emasculated body off of their boss. The Blade watched as his soft cock popped free from her pussy. He had entered her a man; he had left her pussy as a eunuch.

The men holding Daniel suddenly jerked him away from hole in the wall and practically carried him out of the barn and into the sun. He could see Brandon on the ground, naked except for his socks and cleats. My god, he had been castrated. Daniel still couldn’t believe what he had seen.

The Blade walked over to Bander. He placed the knife into her hand and reloaded his banding tool. Daniel was staring at his best friend, who now slowly began to stir on the ground. One of the men who had held him down no knelt beside him, to make sure he didn’t remove the rubber band preventing him from bleeding. They no long worried that he would escape of fight them. He wasn’t a man now; he had no fight in him. Only throbbing empty pain.

The Blade walked up to Daniel, who stared silently at his friend. She placed one hand on his chest and felt his heavily muscled body. “He won’t have his muscles much long,” she said as she rubbed down Daniel’s chest. Daniel was frozen. He wasn’t really afraid for himself, although he very well should have been. He just stared at Brandon, the man that he had looked up to and patterned himself after all his life. He looked at him rolling on the ground now, his hands grasping at the dirt, dust and dirt clinging to his sweaty, emasculated body. At one point, Brandon rolled over, and Daniel saw straight between his legs. His fat floppy dick was still there, the spent red mushroom soft and dangling at the end. But behind that swinging dick, the penis that Daniel had envied only a few minutes before—nothing hung. The Blade took her gold-handled knife and began to cut the laces of Daniel’s football pants. She cut them slowly, one by one, from the bottom up, opening the way to his manhood. When she reaches the last lace, the crotch of his football uniform suddenly fills with warm urine. The 20-year-old football stud had pissed himself. The Blade chuckled then, but Daniel didn’t seem to notice her. She lowered his football pants and began to slice of his boxer briefs. Starting at the bottom of the right leg, she sliced the cotton fabric and pulled is from his slender hips and toned butt.

All Daniel could do was look at Brandon. One of his hands was now covering his crotch, as if to cradle the hanging testicles that were once there, like he would have if he had been racked during football practice. His other hand clung to the heel of the man guarding him, who knelt silently watching him. It seemed to Daniel that his best friend was like a 7-year-old boy who had fallen and skinned his knee—not a 21-year-old college man. He would never need his cup again; never need his jock to hold up and protect his family jewels during a game. Hell, he wouldn’t even need boxer briefs now. He just lay there, clutching his soft dick and empty crotch, holding on to the man’s ankle, whimpering like a child. “Oh God Danny,” he whimpered, although he didn’t seem to know that Daniel was anywhere near him. “Oh God Danny, they took them. Danny, they’re gone.” The man guarding him put out his hand and placed it on the gelded man’s shoulder, soothing him a little, as he would an injured child. He knew that the Blade didn’t appreciate noise when she worked.

The Blade now stared at Daniel’s exposed manhood. His dick stuck out limply from a thick bush of pubes. It didn’t hang nearly as much as Brandon’s did, and his balls looked smaller too. The Blade began to fondle his testicles. They were loose in their bag and warm to the touch. She found them damp and used the cut-up boxer briefs to dry the remaining urine from his genitals. He began to grow erect.

As the Blade fondled him, she began whispering to him, the first words she had spoken to him since before he went into the barn. “You’re such a strong man Danny. Much stronger than your friend Brandon. He isn’t really a man anymore. He isn’t even a boy, not even a woman. He’s got nothing.”

Daniel began to breathe harder. He stared at Brandon, who was now sobbing into the dirt as the pain subsided somewhat and his mind began to realize what had been done to him—permanently done to him. Daniel knew that his best friend’s muscles would dwindle away until his body was something between a boy’s and a woman’s. He knew that his friend’s penis would never get erection again, that he would feel no more desire for pussy, that he was no longer a man. By this point he was rock hard. The Blade evaluated his basket. His dick was about 6” long and 5” around. Totally average she thought, not like Brandon’s thick long log. His purple cock head was more pointed than Brandon’s had been, more like an arrowhead than a mushroom. Still, he was a fine catch for any girl, she thought—with his toned lean body.

Daniel hardly felt the pleasure in his dick. He only half realized that he was hard. His mind was totally focused on the horror that his friend had become. God, he loved his own balls so much, needed them so much. Seeing Brandon now made his mind realize how much he needed his own balls. He didn’t realize that Bander had walked up beside him until he heard the click of the instrument. He didn’t feel the rubber until it slammed against the tightening skin of his scrotum. The nauseating pain hit him then, rising up from the absolute bottom of his torso in two perfect lines, rising up from the two tubes that fed his testicles. The two piercing lines of pain shot up into his ripped abs, up into his chest and into his brain. If the three guards hadn’t held him up, he would have collapsed onto the floor. As it was, he vomited onto the dirt.

The guards dragged him a few feet from the vomit and urine stained ground. They dragged him closer where Brandon was writhing. The Blade knelt in front of Daniel and kissed the spongy arrowhead of his dick. She licked all around it as Daniel struggled for breath. She sucked him hard, her lips passing the scar of his infant circumcision before returning to the arrow of his tool. Sweat poured from his body and dripped from his hair armpits. The Blade looked up at him and continued to talk. “You’re such a man Danny. So much more than Brandon could ever been. You’re body is full of seed, fertile seed. You’re so strong and fit, so young and full of physical needs.” She pumped his cock with her hand. Daniel just stared at his gelded friend, his eyes glassed over with both pain and pleasure. “Please, please don’t,” was all he whispered. “Please, not my balls. Please.” The Blade sucked him once more, and Daniel gave a pre-orgasmic call. The Blade sliced his sack in a single stroke.

“AAAAARRGGHHHHHHHHHAAHH huhuhuhhhuhuh.”

The Blade raised the bag of his masculinity to his face so he could look at it. He stared at his full nuts, his final shoot of sperm still inside of them, un-shot. His hard cock began to wilt—its last erection unfulfilled. At that moment Brandon looked up at him and seemed to see him for the first time. “Oh god, Danny, they cut ‘em off. They’re gone,” is all he said.

The two emasculated football players were left by the farmhouse. They lay beside each other, not moving, nude except for their socks and football cleats. They just breathed and passed in an out of consciousness. Their football uniforms and pads were piled beside them. They were found just before dark by a news helicopter was on its way back from covering a forest fire. Police were sent to the scene thinking it was homosexual meeting. An ambulance was called within a minute.

No physical evidence of the criminals was found. The old truck was found abandoned on the side of the interstate 15 miles away. DNA evidence turned up no matches. The only things that were taken from the boy’s belongings were their cups—that is unless you count their nuts (or so the police officers joked.) Both Brandon and Daniel receive medical attention, but there wasn’t much the doctors could do. Their testicles were not found at the scene, and they really couldn’t have been reattached if they had been. The boys were treated and released. But they didn’t go back to State U. What had happened to them had been all over the TV, and everyone on campus knew. Even though they got a lot of sympathy, they could show their faces. Everyone they looked at knew what they had lost, and it was almost more painful being around so many people who remembered them the way they were.

For about three weeks, Daniel was still able to have erections. He sometimes jerked at his tool a little, but was never able to orgasm. Over that time, the erections became softer and softer until he could have one anymore. He still had blue balls though. Almost every day after he had been castrated, he felt that nauseating ache where his manhood had once hung. His prostate cramped up and he would have to lie down for an hour for relief. He wondered if that was his last load, still inside him, still hungering to shoot out. His body still hungered for orgasms and for women. But he knew in his mind that he would never have either again. He didn’t see Brandon again for years, but always assumed that he went through similar feelings.

Central U. beat State pretty easily that year, and went to the Bowl game for the 21st straight year. On the day of the big Bowl game, a package arrived for Daniel. Inside he found a jar of fluid, and floating inside was his severed manhood, his bag of balls. Framing his testicles has his athletic cup, still white and grew as the last time he had worn it—the day he ceased to be a male. He called Brandon’s number, which he still knew by heart but never used. “Did you get something?”

“Yeah.”

“Are you going to tell the police?”

“No.”

“I don’t think I am either,” he said, and hung up. The cops wouldn’t be able to do anything about it anyway. They would just take it away and nothing would change. He put the jar under his bed and lay down.

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