Custom Dildos II

I knew half the guys at the gym, and when I walked in most did a double-take. They were used to me having a nice, thick tool hanging down, but now there was just this smooth little spot over my balls, and few of them could keep from staring.

The first one to speak up was this guy Ben, who I'd been talking to for a few years now - we had both been regulars at the gym for a long time, spotted each other all the time, and always at least said hi when we were here for our workouts. "Jesus, what the hell happened to you?" he asked, his eyes bulging. You know how people say bodybuilders are just overcompensating for having a small penis? Ben was one of those guys, but in a pleasant way, and now his little four-incher was standing at attention as he stared at my crotch.

I turned on the water and started getting myself wet. "I went to this shop the other day; had it turned into a dildo," I told him, intentionally being a bit cryptic.

"Just like that? You had it cut off?" he asked. I was drawing more looks now; there were about five guys in the shower and all of them were looking at me. Ben was brushing his hand up against his cock, almost reflexively.

"Well, not 'cut,' really. They had this machine that did it." I started lathering up, relishing the feeling of the suds draining straight from my chest down to the bottom of my scrotum. Man, just talking about having my cock gone was making me horny. My nipples were at attention, even in the hot water.

"And it made a dildo out of it?" one of the other guys asked. I'd seen him in there before; he looked like he was either in or just out of college - nice build, average equipment, but kinda shy.

I looked him straight in the eye. "Yeah. Feels just like a normal one, all coated in plastic. It's hollow in the middle so another guy can wear it on his dick."

"So what, other guys fuck you with your own dick?" Ben asked. He knew I was queer, but I had almost always topped until this past weekend.

"Yeah, I had J.P. over and he did me. It's a total trip." I finished up lathering and rinsed off. Ben was still hard and not even trying to hide it anymore, occasionally jacking himself once or twice. The college kid had a stiffie too, but just stared at me in total amazement. The other two guys were trying not to look, but I could tell both of them were at least half-hard.

Back in the locker room, I was drying off and talking to Ben some more. The college kid had followed us out and was dressing slowly, clearly listening in. "So where is this place?" Ben asked. I gave him directions.

"You thinking of doing it?" I asked him.

"Oh, no, no, just curious," Ben stammered, his face and chest flushing. He embarrassed easily. "Is it...does it look real afterward?"

"Here, I'll just show you," I told him, as I pulled my shorts up. I'd taken it with me everywhere I went; on the bus or subway I'd reach into my back and just feel it, running my hand up and down the shaft feeling the veins. I pulled it out and again had everybody looking at me.

Ben reached out to take it and jerked his hand back. "No, no," I encouraged him. "Go ahead."

Ben took it, agape, feeling the heft of it. "That's amazing," he commented. "I mean, it feels like plastic, but all the texture's there..." He noticed the hollow, and moved it toward his own dick, but hesitated.

"Go ahead, put it on. See how it looks on ya," I smiled. His cock had softened a bit, but with that got hard again in no time. He slipped it on and just stared down with a look of both happiness and despair. Suddenly I felt kinda bad...his dick was tiny, no doubt, and here I was practically rubbing it in his face. Not to mention that from his point of view, I had what he had always wanted and spurned it. I wished I could tell him that I hadn't really known what I was doing, but just couldn't.

Ben pulled it off and handed it back. "Thanks, man," he told me, and headed back over to his locker, looking a little down.

The college kid walked over. "Would you, um, mind if, uh, I held it for a minute?"

"Nah, go for it," I handed it to him. "Try it on, if you want to."

"Oh, uh, no thanks," he told me, but he did put his finger in. "That's amazing," he muttered, looking at it up close. He fooled around with it while I finished getting dressed, then handed it back. "Thanks, dude."

"Anytime," I told him, and put it back in my bag. I headed out of the locker room, still feeling a little weird about Ben. I hoped I hadn't made him feel too bad...

I stopped off at the front counter to talk to one of the personal trainers for a few minutes, and then headed out to catch the train home. Just as I was out the door, a voice behind me said, "Hey, wait a second!"

I turned around to see the college kid jogging after me. "Hey, uh, sorry to bother you, but, um..."

"Yeah?" I said, trying to sound friendly.

"Um...where, uh...where was that store again?"

The next time I came into the gym I was famous. I barely made it through my workout, what with practically every guy in the gym asking about my cock. I showed the first couple of guys my crotch, even let one feel it up in the bathroom, but pretty quickly just started having to tell them all to wait until I was done and they could look all they wanted while I showered. Even then they were lining up to spot the amazing dickless wonder.

When I finally made it through, the locker room was packed with nearly every guy in the gym. I ended up just standing there while they they all looked, or, if they were courageous enough, felt where it used to be. My cock got taken out and passed around a few times; a few guys even tried it on. It was still weird seeing my dick on another guy.

There was another contingent in the other corner though. One of them was one of the trainers, a guy named Jerry, who I'd never gotten along with all that well; he was kind of a jerk - one of those huge guys that considered any smaller-built guy beneath him. He hated my guts because I turned him down once. "You're a fucking pussy," he sneered. "How much of a man can you be without a dick attached to you?"

The guys in the locker room stood back, leaving a clear line of sight from me to him. "More of one than you are, Jerry," I replied calmly. "I lift more than you do, I fuck better than you do - with or without a dick, get laid more often, and don't run off from a fight with some lame excuse. More than I can say about you." The fight comment was a reference to a few months ago, when some guys from the gym had gone drinking and Jerry had tagged along. Some asshole rednecks tried to start something, and while the fight was still in the talking-shit phase, Jerry had taken off claiming he could hear his car alarm.

"Oh, yeah, right," he snickered, his two or three boys sneering at me. "First off, it was my car alarm, second, I get laid whenever I want to, third, there is no way you're stronger than I am, and fourth, even with your cock all mounted up, I'm still better hung than you."

Actually, the 'better hung' comment was true; Jerry's balls were barely visible anymore, but his cock was like 12 inches. It was rumored he had had surgery - his head was way smaller than his shaft. Still, I couldn't let him get away with that. "Oh, really?" I retorted. "Okay, then. Friday, seven o'clock. Bench press, squat, curl. Best of three, but I'll beat you in all of 'em." Our onlookers held their breath, and all looked at Jerry.

His eyes were locked on mine, glaring like he was trying to set me on fire with his mind or something. "What say we make it interesting, pipsqueak?" he challenged.

"Oh, shall we?" This was curious. "What's your bet, woman?"

"After I win, I fuck you. With my dick."

"And?"

"And what? I'm gonna win."

"Well, if you're so sure of that, then when I win, you gotta go down to the store and get your dick off. They can take those little steroid-shrivelled balls of yours too. I'll even pay for it." I could barely contain my laughter. Jerry was such an idiot I knew he'd agree to this, and pay for it with his cock.

"All right then, but only cuz I know I'll win."

I got in one last taunt: "Enjoy your last two days with a dick, dick."

Jerry just held up his middle finger and left with his little posse. As soon as he and his boys were out of earshot, the locker room erupted with laughter. "Okay, he's an idiot," somebody commented.

"Yeah, he's big, but there's no way he'll win this," somebody else said, and that was about how it went. Sure, there were guys in the gym who could beat me in a lifting contest - I'm not that conceited - but Jerry, big as he was, was not one of them.

"Good luck, man," Ben laughed.

When I got home I wanted so bad to get off, but wouldn't let myself. Even though I knew I'd win this contest, there was no way I would take any chances, and I wanted to be as hyped and pissed off as I could be when Friday came.

Thursday, Jerry and I circled around the gym, not really saying anything, just staring each other down. He finished soon after I got there and took off. I only did a light workout, not wanting to exhaust myself too badly, but he was hitting the weights as hard as he could - trying for some last-minute gains, I guess.

Several guys came up and wished me luck. "Thanks," I told them all. When I got done and hit the showers, I saw the college kid again in the locker room, just changing into his shorts to do his workout.

"Hey, bud," I greeted him.

"Oh, hi," he responded, his confidence obviously higher than it was two days before.

"You ever make it down to that store?" I asked him.

I didn't really think he'd go when I told him how to get there the other day, but to my surprise, he reached into his bag and pulled out what looked like a smaller version of my dildo, with a nice, smallish set of balls hanging from beneath!

"Holy shit," I exclaimed. "So you did go!"

He smiled sheepishly. "Yeah. Thanks for helping me out."

"Let me see," I gestured toward his groin.

He looked from side to side, apparently not too comfortable exposing himself, then pulled the waistband of his shorts away and down a little. His groin was totally smooth but for a little pisshole. My tits went hard immediately. "Damn, that's fuckin' hot!" I whispered to him, and came in close.

I put my hands down his pants to feel up his crotch. He gave a little moan, clearly enjoying my touch. Damn, I wanted to fuck this kid. For the first time, I felt a little pang of regret, but it passed quickly. I drew in real close to his ear and whispered, "After all that shit tomorrow is over with, we should hook up."

He looked like he was about to shit his pants, but nodded, slowly. "I'd...I'd like that," he answered, brushing one hand up against my tit, sending little electric shocks down my spine. Now I had two things to look forward to tomorrow...

All day Friday I was antsy, eager for both Jerry's complete humiliation, and to get with Scott, the college boy. I'd thought about him all last night; the kid was hotter than he realized. I got to the gym at four thirty and started warming up. Jerry was already there, as well as about twenty other guys. I looked around for Scott but didn't see him.

It was really getting me down that he wasn't there, but at ten to five he walked in and my spirits lifted immensely. He came straight over to me. "Hey," he smiled.

"Hey, man." I stood and hugged him close. If I'd still had my dick attached to me it would have been poking in to his belly.

"We still on for tonight?" he asked.

"Right after I get Jerry's sorry cock and balls removed." I winked.

Now I was confident and ready to kick Jerry's sorry ass, which was convenient since he saw fit to break up our little tender moment by swaggering over and loudly asking, "So you ready to get fucked?"

"Oh, that's not until later," I replied slyly, giving Steve the eye. I turned back to Jerry. "You ready to lose that pathetic little piece of meat?"

"Better than a piece of plastic, dickless. Let's do this."

We got two benches together, and started at two hundred. Both of us managed that pretty easily. From there we went up in 25 pound increments, one rep each. Jerry was struggline with 300, while I pushed it up with only minor effort. By 350, he'd failed.

We both sat up and I looked right at him. "One down, bucko. One more and I win it."

"I'll come back, asshole," he retorted. The guys watching were pretty quiet.

We moved over to the squat racks, and set both to 500. We shouldered the bars and went down to the crouch. Jerry went right up, but for some reason I struggled with it...oh, shit, I thought to myself, and fell to my knees. It was just too heavy...

I looked up to see Jerry standing over me, laughing. "Too heavy for ya, eh?"

I just glared. There had to be something wrong, but I wasn't about to look like a bitch. "Fuck you. On to curls!"

We headed over to the curl bars, already set up with one hundred pounds on them. I noticed Steve stayed with the squat racks, poking around them, but paid it no mind. We sat on the preacher racks and got into the ready position. We both got that one up pretty easily, and moved up another twenty five pounds. The bar felt really heavy again, but I still made it pretty easy up through two hundred. Both of us were struggling by that point. Another twenty-five pounds, and right as we were about to lift, Steve called out, "Wait!"

Everybody's head turned. "Everybody come over here!" he called out. Jerry looked really nervous all of a sudden, as did his boys. "Somebody rigged the bars. Jerry's is way lighter, and the other one's been packed with something, but it's way heavier than the other one!"

"What?" came the murmurs.

"Jerry's cheating," Scott accused.

I turned around, looking for the asshole, and saw him and his boys slinking toward the door. "Oh, no you don't!" I howled, and started for him.

He saw me and broke into a run. I started sprinting for him, hurdling the gym equipment, and got him the parking lot as he was making a break for it. I tackled him onto the pavement just as the crowd was flowing out of the gym.

"Get off me, asshole!" he cried out.

"Hell, no. We had a deal. You lost the contest!"

Me and the other guys got Jerry up and pushed him up against the car. "You lost, Jerry. Now it's time to pay up!"

"We never even finished the contest!" he cried.

"You don't have to," Steve walked up to us, holding the curl bars. "You were cheating on the curls, too. Therefore you lose three out of three, Steve."

"Fuck off. I'm leaving." Jerry tried to walk away.

"Oh, no, you're not," said Ben.

About twenty guys drove down to the store in various vehicles - everybody wanted to see the cheater lose his most prized possession. The guy in the store was probably floored by so many people crowding in at once, but I'd talked to him the night before to let him know what was going on. I took him aside and explained what was going on.

"Here," he said, taking a bottle from under the counter. "These are the strongest poppers we have." The guys from the gym were holding Jerry's limbs as he struggled, trying desperately to escape. The guy from the store uncorked it and held it under Jerry's nose for just a moment, and he went limp. He was still awake, but looked way out of it.

"Let's do it," I said. We got his pants off him. He must have shaved earlier that day, probably in expectation of fucking me, and put his cock and balls into the machine. I don't think Jerry had much idea what was going on anymore. If he did, he didn't show it; his head was lolling about, and when we pulled his cock and shrivelled little balls out, now nice and sealed in plastic, he had no reaction.

The guys from the gym laughed a bit and started leaving. We got Jerry's pants back on and left him in a chair for a while, stoned out of his brain, while we all said our goodbyes. One of the trainers took Jerry back to the gym since none of his boys were to be found (and left him in his car with his hand down his pants).

We got down to just a few people, and I figured I needed to pay the clerk, but didn't see him. I looked around for a bit, also trying to find Ben, and didn't see him either. Then, as the last few guys took off, Ben and the attendant walked out of the backroom.

It only took me a moment to figure out what had just happened. I smiled at Ben. "You didn't."

"Hold out your hand," he told me. I did. He pressed something warm and firm into my hand. "Happy birthday," he told me. "Another for your little collection, although it's not much."

I looked down, and there it was. Ben's cock and balls, in my hand, erect at its little four...no, five now that it was all nice and stuffed full, inches, with his big low hangers attached. "You don't want this?" I asked.

"Nah. Never did me much good anyway. I think I'll be better off without 'em." He rubbed his now-smooth groin as if to emphasize it.

"Welcome to the club, man."