Amateur Night at the Ladies Glove Club

A teenage girl "boxes" her young cousin's C&B for an audience of 
gloved women. 

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Amateur Night at the Ladies Glove Club - by WB Pine

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    My blonde haired cousin Sarah and I were backstage at the Ladies 
Glove Club, waiting our turn to go on stage. Sarah was 17 and I was 
10. Sarah wore a kelly green strapless leather cocktail dress with 
matching midarm length leather gloves and knee high platform go-go 
boots, while I was naked. Other teenage girls wearing boots and 
gloves waited with naked boys as well. The Mistress of Ceremonies, 
wearing a floor length black leather dress and matching shoulder 
length gloves, announced each girl in turn, and the girl and her 
naked boy would strut out on stage. None of us could see what 
happened, but there was glove muffled applause from the ladies in 
the audience, then several minutes of silence, then enthusiastic 
cheering and applause, and after a few minutes another girl would be 
announced. 

    I don't know how Sarah ever talked me into this. It started when 
she said she needed me for her Amature Night routine. Her "routine" 
consisted of wearing gloves and punching my cock and balls while I 
stood naked. At first I could only take a few punches before I had 
enough, but she convinced me that after a few minutes of "boxing," 
my cock and balls would "numb out" and I could take anything. I 
tried it and it worked. That was when Sarah explained the entire 
routine to me. She would have several pairs of gloves laid out on a 
table. She also wore green platform go-go boots. I would stand next 
to the table of gloves and Sarah would box my cock and balls for a 
few minutes, then she would tap me on the shoulder and I would turn 
my back to her while she changed her gloves, then she would tap me 
on the shoulder again, and I'd turn around and she would box me with 
a different pair of gloves. She changed her gloves at random so it 
was always a surprise to me each time, as if I really cared. But she 
said it was important that I be surprised so I went along with it. 
When she wore long, over the elbow gloves, she added elbowing to the 
routine. Finally, when she went through every pair of gloves, she 
would end the routine by kicking my balls with her platform boots. I 
didn't want this at first but she assured me again that I was numbed 
out and it wouldn't hurt. Sarah drew back her left boot and kicked 
my right testicle. Sure enough it wasn't bad, as she said. Sarah 
drew back her right boot and swiftly applied the toe to my left 
testicle with the same result, to my relief. Sarah booted me two 
more times and ended with a bow to an invisible audience. 
    We practiced this every night for a month. The important thing 
was for me to learn not to cringe or flinch at the beginning until I 
numbed out. Soon I got the hang of it, and I felt proud when Sarah 
complimented me on my performance. "You've really learned to take 
some punishment. I'm really impressed." I actually started to look 
forward to the show and showing off my stuff. But the idea of 
standing naked in front of an audience of women put me off. "Relax," 
Sarah said. "I'll guide you around the stage, then you just follow 
the routine." 
    "What about after we're done?" I asked. 
    "Oh, you'll do what comes naturally," she replied cryptically. 

    The Mistress of Ceremonies told Sarah that she was next. Sarah 
took me by the hand and lead me to the edge of the stage. The 
Mistress of Ceremonies put on my right hand a rubber mit with a 
sponge epoxied to the palm, and saturated the sponge with a 
greenish, alcohol smelling liquid. I asked what it was and was told 
to just forget about it. We heard the crowd cheer for the previous 
performers, and Sarah took my left hand in her left glove and held 
it in front of her, and put her right glove around my hip, pulling 
me next to her leather dress. My nose was next to her leather 
covered breast and I breathed in the scent, admiring the glossy 
green leather forming a perfect curve around her tit. As we waited 
Sarah thanked me and kissed me on the lips. The Mistress of 
Ceremonies announced "Ladies, lets hear it for Sarah!" Sarah put on 
a big smile and, when the curtain parted, strutted out on stage to 
enthusiastic applause, forcing me to strut along with her, causing 
my dick and balls to bounce with every step. In the center of the 
stage was the familiar table of gloves, but Sarah led me past it to 
the far end of the staged, turned and paraded me in front of the 
applauding gloved ladies. The women in the front row kissed their 
gloved fingertips and touched them to the tip of my penis as I was 
led by. At the end of the stage Sarah spun me around and strutted me 
to the familiar place beside the table. 
    Sarah's gloves were laid out carefully on the table. Closest to 
me was Sarah's green rubber gloves, which I noticed matched her 
dress and boots perfectly. The room became silent, and Sarah, 
already wearing green leather gloves, started boxing my penis. I was 
amazed to see that the ladies were watching with interest. I 
honestly couldn't see the appeal of this, but apparently this was 
fascinating stuff. Sarah tapped me on the shoulder and I turned my 
back as she changed her gloves. Sarah tapped me on the shoulder 
again, and I turned and she punched and elbowed my dick and balls 
with white shoulder length kid gloves. 
    In spite of my nakedness I felt some pride at taking this 
punishment without flinching. Of course I was numbed out after the 
third set of gloves (red Isotoners), and it wasn't long before Sarah 
had used every pair except the green rubber ones. I had suspected 
that she would end with these since they matched her dress. Then 
some swift boots to my balls and Sarah would take her bow. 
    Sarah tapped my shoulder and I turned away, and sure enough I 
could hear her snapping on her rubber gloves, carefully adjusting 
them since they were skin tight. A rubber clad finger tapped my 
shoulder and I turned once more to face Sarah.
    I experienced the next few moments as if watching a movie in 
slow motion. Instead of boxing me, Sarah, grinning wickedly, grasped 
my penis and testicles in her cool rubber glove and stretched them 
away from my body, and at once encircled the base of my genitals 
with a sickle like blade. I was just beginning to wonder why Sarah 
was changing the routine when she pulled the spring steel blade 
upward. The razor edge sliced into the base of my penis and in an 
instant severed the cords to both of my testicles. The blade 
continued slicing through my cock at the base with the sound of a 
butchers knife going through a hotdog, and in a heartbeat my 
genitalia seperated from my body in Sarahs green rubber glove, 
giving me a perfect view of the cross-sectioned penis root within my 
body and the two dangling, severed testicle cords. A camera flashed 
at that instant, and I would later discover that that picture would 
grace a full page of a glossy ladies magazine along with a host of 
others like it, by itself falsely implying that I willingly allowed 
Sarah to castrate me. But at that moment I was lost in a state of 
unreality, like it was all happening to someone else. But it wasn't; 
it was happening to me, and I instinctively put my hand over the 
gaping wound even before the blood could pour out. I had forgotten 
about the rubber mit with the solution soaked sponge palm, and the 
stinging stiptic liquid soaked my emasculated crotched and sealed 
the veins and arteries. As I fell to the floor, curled up in pain 
and humiliation, Sarah proudly displayed my disevered genitals to 
the crowd of cheering women. Sarah grinned broadly as she strutted 
up and down the stage to cheers and glove muffled applause, holding 
her bloody prize for all to see. Through tear stained eyes I watched 
Sarah bask in her moment of glory, and when she glanced over to me 
she started to laugh. 



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Other stories by WB Pine:

Wesley's Undoing
Cheerleading Scholarship
Todd's New Role
Bart Simpson Gets The Burdizzo
Party Box: Amanda's Birthday