A Wild Party

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	Eric pushed upwards on the bar.  I could tell he was 
straining, and put my hands under it to help him with the spot.  
"Come on," I said, "you can get another one."  He lowered the bar 
again, his muscles straining, and tried his best to push the bar back 
up, but I was doing most the work.  We pushed it back onto the 
supports and he sat up, pecs flushed, breathing heavily.

	"Thanks.  200 again?"  I nodded and we went to up the weight 
on the bar.  "You still coming to that party tonight?" he asked.

	"Yeah.  It sounds like fun."

	"I should warn you - these people are pretty wild."

	"Yeah, but I could use a wild party.  Seems like all I've 
been doing lately is work."  Eric smiled and I lay down on the bench.

	"Seems to me like all you do is work out."

	I pushed up on the bar, making sure I could do better than he 
did.  It's not that I'm an asshole about it, but I get really 
competitive sometimes - when I was little, if another kid had a toy, 
I had to have it to, and that just carried over later.



	We pulled up to the house this party was supposed to be at.  
It was kinda near the bad part of town but still before 4th street, 
so we just covered up the CD player with an old T-shirt and made sure 
the doors were locked.  The house itself was pretty big, old 
looking.  We could hear the music from outside, but nobody was on the 
porch and the window blinds were all drawn.  Eric and I walked up and 
just went it - he knew these people, he said.

	The front hall was indeed a sight.  The walls were lines with 
milk crates and in them plastic grocery bags with what looked like 
clothing.  Everybody was stark naked, and most everybody had a 
drink.  I took in the multitude of free erections and breasts, and 
popped one of my own.  Eric and I glanced at each other...wild party, 
indeed!

	A small group of people in the front hall tossed some plastic 
bags at us.  "Get naked!" they yelled, and laughed.  I shrugged and 
started to strip, hoping I wouldn't be the only gay guy here.  Once 
naked, my boner popped straight out, and I was at least less 
embarrassed by it since most every other guy in here had one as 
well.  I drew lots of approving looks both from guys and chicks, 
which only helped it.

	I followed Eric into the kitchen and we downed a few glasses 
of punch.  Eric asked some people where the hosts were, and they told 
him downstairs, where the dancing was.  We headed to the rather 
spacious basement, where people were crammed in, dancing to loud 
music.  I lost Eric but didn't worry about it too much.

	The punch really started to kick in once I got down there and 
started to dance.  My chest and ass kept rubbing against other 
people, and that kept my cock erect.  People were making out 
everywhere with everybody, and I saw no small number of hand jobs and 
petting going on.  I no longer feared being the only gay guy here, 
anyway.

	I danced for a good long while, and lots of people danced 
with me.  I made out a few times with random people until one of 
them, a tall guy with long hair, pulled me off to the side and went 
down to his knees.  He was really great, and had me cumming after 
about ten minutes of bliss.  I swapped him, and we went our separate 
ways.

	I was a little sick of dancing, so made my way over to the 
stairwell and by the time I made it I was already horny again.  The 
air smelled funny down here and I was thirsty again, so I headed to 
the kitchen for more punch.  Some guy was spiking it with something, 
but I was drunk and figured I could stand to get more drunk, so just 
drank it down.  It tasted a little weird but not bad.  "You live 
here?" I asked him.

	"Yeah.  Names' Adam."

	"Hey, I'm Craig."

	"Nice to meet you, man," we shook hands and looked each other 
over.  "You must work out a lot."

	"Yeah, I like to."  I glowed; I love to be admired for my 
body.  "So what is this place?  It looks really old."

	"It is.  It belongs to one of my roommate's grandma; she 
rents it to us as long as we don't completely destroy it.  Used to be 
a museum or something."

	"That's cool."

	"Yeah; it's nice.  Anyway, I gotta get back downstairs.  
Seeya later, dude."

	"Yeah, later on."  I watched his ass walk out the door and 
wandered around a little after downing more punch.  People were 
everywhere, and I felt hyper.  I had gotten two more handjobs before 
making my way back downstairs where I was accosted by Eric.  

	We were both totally drunk by now.  "Hey, Craig...lookit 
this," he slurred.  He grabbed his cock.  I figured he wanted a blow 
but always thought he was straight.  I got down on my knees and 
prepared to suck him off, but he stopped me and said, "No, not that 
yet..." he held his cock up.  "Look!"

	His balls were gone!  At first I thought he'd gotten really 
drunk and cut himself, but there wasn't any blood or anything, just 
his scrot hanging there, empty and shriveled looking.  Something 
about it got me really horny again.  I looked up at Eric's smiling 
face.  "Dude!" I exclaimed.

	"Isn't it cool?"  In answer I took him in my mouth and went 
at him.  I could suck nothing but cock, and it was really weird.  It 
just looked so cool not for anything to be hanging from him.  As I 
worked my way down and my tongue went behind his scrotum, it brushed 
against something rough, and I could feel that he did have stitches 
after all, just a few and they were well hidden.  He came quickly, 
and spurted it all over my chest.  I rubbed it into my nipples - it 
was clear and thin.

	"What happened?" I asked, standing up but still fondling him.

	"Me and this other guy and this chick were downstairs in a 
three way, and we found this little room off to the side to fuck in.  
When we were done we looked around, and there were all these weird 
foreign things, right?  Painting's n' shit.  This one thing looked 
like a crank, and it had this spot that looked just like a place to 
put your cock.  We were joking around and I put mine on there and 
closed the top of it - I figured it was a cocksucking maching or 
something.  The chick cranked it, and I could feel the thing 
squeezing my sac, right?  It felt really fucking good, so I told her 
to keep going.  She did and then there was this pop.  We thought we 
broke it, so we lifted off the lid and my balls fell out into this 
little bucket."

	"It popped your balls out?"  I was still incredulous.

	"Fuck yeah.  Dude, it felt sooo good.  It's so cool..."  All 
the things would normally occur to me, like that fact that he 
couldn't have kids, or have normal cum, or the fact that, well, he 
had no balls, didn't even occur to me.  All I could think was that if 
Eric could get castrated, I wanted to be too.

	"Dude, you gotta take me down there," I implored him, looking 
at my own cock and wondering what it would look like solo.

	"Let's go," he laughed and led me down.  We squeezed across 
the dance floor, my cock dripping precum at the thought of what was 
happening.  The room was behind the speakers, and there were already 
two guys in there looking at their own empty scrota.  The machine sat 
in the corner near some spears and African-looking masks.  I 
immediately saw the spot to put myself and did so.  Eric started 
cranking.

	I looked at the machine and saw a few switches over there 
too, but before I could ask what they did, the thing clamped down on 
my balls.  Ecstasy is not the word - I had never felt something like 
this before.  I could feel it massaging my testicles with no pain at 
all, and it seemed to go on forever, working them back into my 
scrotum, and then two pops as they left it.  The feeling stopped, and 
I grabbed the table to keep from falling over.  Eric lifted the lid 
off the thing and I pulled my rockhard member out.  Eric grabbed it 
at the base.  "See?  They're gone, dude!"

	What with my already being horny, the novelty of my balls 
being gone, and Eric holding onto my dick nearly had me cum right 
there.  Instead some chick with very fake (but admittedly very nice, 
just not my thing) caught his eye, and he went to see if she'd ever 
done it with a castrated man.  I headed back out to the dance floor.  
On the way out of the room, three more guys came in - one of them was 
the one that had been castrated with Eric.  Presumably the other two 
were about to be.  They took one look at me and one of the squirted 
right there.  The other just winked and smiled.

	I headed out to the dance floor and pretty quickly was 
surrounded by a group of people, both male and female, amazed at my 
lack of testicles.  All of them touched my empty scrotum or jacked me 
off a little, wanting to see how it worked.  The girls thought it was 
cool, the guys, once they found out I had just been gelded, wanted to 
know how.  I pointed them toward the room.

	On the floor people were talking about it, and I got pulled 
into one of the orgies on the side of the room.  I was so drunk on 
whatever was in that punch that I was even enjoying the women in the 
group, fondling breasts and even licked ones' clit.  It tasted 
funny.  I came again, number six maybe?  I couldn't really keep track 
anymore.  I figured after the first few it didn't really matter; I 
was pretty much in a state of near-constant orgasm anyway.

	The dance floor was evolving into a giant orgy anyway, but I 
was thirsty and headed back upstairs after cumming again.  After 
having more funnytasting punch I was accosted by a pair of guys and 
had yet more sex.  To my surprise, one of them was a eunuch now as 
well - the third one wanted to cum one more time before getting 
nutted.  I felt obliged to help, and the next time I saw him, he was 
indeed one of the gelded.

	Back downstairs again I threw myself into the fray with wild 
abandon.  It occured to me now that most of the guys down there seem 
to have been nutted already.  I saw Eric leading a pair of guys into 
the castration room and followed him in.  The nut bucket was nearly 
full now - a good forty pairs of balls.  Two more pairs shortly 
joined it.  While the first of the pair got nutted the second was 
jumping around like he had to piss, he was so eager.  There were more 
people in here, watching.  I asked Eric if anybody still had balls, 
partially joking, but he was perfectly serious when he said he really 
didn't think anybody much still had them.

	I admit I was starting to get kind of jealous.  I was still 
thirsty, so headed back up for more punch, and on the way I passed 
the group that had ordered Eric and I naked when we came in.  The two 
girls were trying to persuade the guys (presumably their boyfriends) 
to go get cut.  They were real frat types, but one eventually 
relented, and then, true to form, the other did as well.

	I continued onto the punch machine.  Down the stairs came 
three guys carrying another.  The three were all geldings but the 
fourth wasn't.  He was laughing as the others carried him to the 
room.  I got my punch, kind of disappointed now.  I was still horny 
and trying to think what I could do, jacking myself slowly.  It 
occured to me to wonder what the switch on the machine did.

	The guy being carried down was just leaving the room sans 
balls when I got there.  Nobody else was waiting in line so I could 
inspect the machine freely.  There weren't any markings or anything, 
so I figured, hey, what the hell - I'd flip it over and see what 
happened.

	So I did.  I put my cock in, closed the machine, flipped the 
switch, and asked one of the guys nearby to crank it for me.  He 
started off, and for a moment, nothing happened.  Some others came 
around to cheer me on, probably thinking I was being gelded.  I had 
the feelings of extreme pleasure again and moaned loudly.  Again, I 
seemed to be stuck in that eternal moment of bliss, when with no 
warning at all, there was a loud snap, and my hips were released from 
the machine.  There was a gasp from the crowd, and when I looked 
down, my groin was smooth.  I smiled.

	The guys around all came up to touch it.  One picked my cock 
out of the ball bucket and showed it to me, still erect but shrinking 
as the blood drained out of it.  I felt a cock brushing against my 
ass and bent to let it in.  I took two more in my hands and the guy 
behind me went to town.  The guys in my hands came right away, and I 
smeared their cum on my chest as well.  The floor was slippery now 
with spunk, it seemed.  The guy in me kept plugging my ass, and I 
came twice before he came once.  I stood up and turned to see that 
the guy had been Eric!  He looked down at my groin and looked up 
again, eyes wide. 

	"What did you do?" he asked.

	"The other switch on the machine."  Another guy was already 
in the machine.

	"Damn...that is so cool."

	"You're a good fuck, Eric."  He smiled.

	

	Well, after that the party started to wind down.  About five 
other guys saw fit to lose their dicks (including, to my great 
amusement, the fratboys) before the party ended around 7 A.M.  They 
took a hose to the basement to clean us off, which I needed as the 
cum was like sugar coating on my skin by then.  We dried, dressed, 
and took off for home.

	Eric, the previously straight boy, slept in my bed that 
night, and for a long time after.