Amateur Night

It was "No Talent" night, which Tim took to mean "amateur night," and judging from the comic, who produced a few laughs but a lot of dead silences, the nudity was supposed to compensate for a lot. The comic was followed by a dark-haired go-go boy, who was certainly decorative but couldn't dance worth a hoot.

The emcee was almost a show in himself, though. He was a strikingly handsome, lean and energetic 20-something with mod-cut brown hair and an outfit that consisted in full of an open black leather vest, black leather belt, black boots, wide and extremely tight chrome cock ring and a boyish grin. His groin area was completely hairless. His very impressive pink-helmeted cock stayed hard-erect, balls pulled up and fastened to either side of it, apparently by a thin rod or wire that pierced both balls and the cockshaft. Light chains between the belt and loops at the outside of both testicles held the whole works straight up against his bare stomach. Except maybe for the chains, the arrangement appeared rather permanent, making pumping the cock virtually impossible, so Tim could only wonder at the durability of the erection.

Things started to pick up with another go-go boy. He was a cute black guy whose gimmick was twirling a series of brightly colored weights attached to a heavy ring through the head of his long, thin prick. He swung the weights around in a vertical circle with it, getting up to a respectable speed, and Tim wondered that the cockhead ring didn't pull out. He kept increasing the size of the weights until he got up to what he said was two pounds, stretching the dick out to well over a foot in length. It stayed fairly limp and looked like a chocolate rope attached to his crotch. He told his audience that his goal was to get it at least two feet long, "So's I can tie a knot in it," which had gotten a laugh.

Throughout most of this, the crowd had been sparse, but the place was packed by the time the black kid finished, and there was an almost tangible air of expectation.

"What now?" Tim glanced at Jordy.

"Wait and see."

The emcee had just come on stage again. "That getup is so wild," Tim commented. "How does he keep it up?"

Jordy shrugged. "But things are about to get wilder."

"Okay, guys," the emcee was saying, "it's ‘Surprise Time', and I'm happy to say, we have a volunteer. Jason, are you ready?"

"Here we go," said Jordy.

A leggy blond, maybe 19, was almost literally pushed out of a group of young men he'd been standing with. He bounded up the steps to the stage, smiling nervously. He was wearing tight jeans and a blue tee shirt, which he proceeded to strip off with loud encouragement from the audience, blushing furiously all the while. The cock popped out of the jeans erect and he just stood there, grinning like an idiot and apparently paralyzed with embarrassment until, baited by the audience, he started to play with himself, yanking his low-hanging balls and whacking the cock from side to side. The whole package had been shaved bare.

"Come on, jerk it, Jason!" yelled one of the guys he'd been standing with.

"Yeah, let's see it shoot!" somebody else in the crowd insisted loudly.

The kid froze for a moment. He was obviously in an agony of embarrassment. Tim guessed he was up there on a dare. But his discomfiture didn't seem to affect his cock. It continued to stick up quite nicely. He had been standing a little sideways. The emcee, smiling, put a hand on his shoulder and gently turned him to face the audience full on.

Others in the crowd picked up the "Jerk it!" refrain. The emcee whispered something in his ear and finally Jason obliged. Standing with his feet well apart and holding one hand behind his back, he grasped his jutting cock with the other and began a slow, deliberate pumping, up and down the whole length of the shaft. About half a minute into this, his hand was no longer moving so slowly. His big, heavy balls jounced around wildly as he pumped. The emcee stepped back, not leaving the stage as he had for the other acts.

Though he was a bit puzzled by this performance, Tim watched with interest, feeling his own cock getting hard down his pants leg. He noticed one of the guys standing nearby in the crowd unbutton his 501's and pull out his own dick to play with.

Jason was obviously about to cum, his hand moving faster and faster.

"It'll probably happen when he shoots," Jordy said.

"What?"

Tim's question was answered almost immediately by events on the stage. A rope of white semen arced from the young blond's penis and into the crowd. Almost simultaneously, there were two loud pops, like firecrackers, from the vicinity of his crotch.

"Jesus!" said Tim.

Jason palmed his cock against his stomach to look. And stared.

His testicles had literally exploded. His scrotum hung in tatters from the base of the cockshaft. Surprisingly, there was little blood, or at least little that could be seen in the stage lighting.

The audience exploded in a different way, in whistles and howls of delighted laughter.

The kid just stood there, staring at himself.

"What the hell!" said Tim, turning to his pal. But Jordy was also laughing. "What'd I tell you," he crowed. "That's what I call popping a nut!"

The emcee slapped the blond on the butt, singing out to the audience, "How about that, guys, was that or wasn't that a real ball-busting ejaculation?"

This brought more noises of appreciation. Jason forced an awkward grin. He was still holding his cock, as if he didn't know what else to do.

"First time that ever happened," he said sheepishly.

Of course, this brought more laughter.

"Let's have it for a real good sport," the emcee urged.

"Didn't I tell you this place was wild?"

Tim glanced at Jordy. His jerk-off buddy's grey eyes were shining in his boyish snub-nosed face and his crotch was bulging.

But how'd they do that? Did he know? He must have."

"He knew his outfit, or some part of it, was probably gonna get wasted. He just didn't know how."

"I see," Tim said, not seeing at all–except that Jordy was immensely turned on by all this.

"They ask for volunteers before the show," Jordy explained patiently, "then take you back and check what you got. I heard they give you a shot to help keep it up."

"Which would explain how the emcee keeps his hard-on."

"What? Oh, sure. No doubt. Anyway, somebody told me they give the volunteers a shot of pain-killer, then they blindfold you and do stuff to your meat, like they probably replaced this guy's nuts with little cherry bombs so's the emcee could set 'em off when he came."

"And he didn't know his nuts had been taken out?"

"I guess not."

"But we saw him just go up on stage."

"Yeah, but it'd already been set up."

Tim shook his head, not knowing if he believed any of this or not.

"But they can't just leave him like that."

"Oh, they won't. They'll take him back and trim off what's left of his scrotum nice and neat and slap on a band-aid or something where it was." Jordy chuckled as if the idea tickled him. "No big deal."

Sure enough, a guy had appeared to take the blond by the arm and lead him off toward a door at the back of the stage.

Meanwhile, the emcee was calling for another volunteer to provide the evening's door prize. "You guys all say what it'll be. All the volunteer has to do is come up here, take off his pants, and pump it up. Come on, guys, challenge yourself. It's just expendable parts, it's fun and it doesn't hurt a bit."

"Now what's this all about?"

"Wait and see. Better yet, why don't you volunteer?"

"You gotta be kidding."

The audience was in a nervous stir, with guys all over the room being urged by grinning companions to go up on stage. The same man who had led Jason off emerged from the door at the rear of the stage carrying a small table with various things on it.

"Come on you guys, it's your show. Are you all nervous nellies this evening?" the emcee was saying.

Down near the front, somebody did seem to be moving forward. Then he was going up the steps to the stage and turning nervously toward the audience—a smallish redhead, with freckles and startlingly blue eyes. Like the blond with the exploding nuts, he was grinning and blushing.

"Take 'em off," somebody yelled.

"What's your name, fella?" the emcee asked.

The redhead tried to say something, had to clear his throat, finally managed, "Eric."

"Let's hear it for Eric."

"Take 'em off," several guys yelled, amid the ensuing applause, stirring up laughter.

Eric hesitated, glanced at the smiling emcee, then shucked off his short-sleeved green knit shirt, revealing a smooth, hairless chest. He looked at the emcee again, who made a downward gesture with one hand, then balanced first on one leg then the other to unlace and remove his sneakers.

"Is this set up, too?" Tim asked.

"Not this part, no. This is the part I like, because you have to do whatever the crowd says."

Eric pulled his tan chinos down to reveal an erector set disproportionately large for his slender frame, shaved but with a bush of dark reddish hair above the base. The cock came out turgid and was rigid almost immediately without the guy ever touching it. The balls were nothing special, but the cockhead, large and flaring, caught Tim's attention immediately. It looked like some exotic fruit. Tim's own cock, which had softened when Jason's nuts had popped, started to get hard again.

"Wow, that dick's gotta be at least nine inches," Jordy commented. "They'll have it off him, for sure. And probably the balls along with it."

The kid's face was almost as red as his hair, but he faced his audience boldly, grasping his wrists behind his back and thrusting his hips and his erection forward.

"Well, it's obvious that Eric's got plenty to offer," the emcee burbled. "What's it gonna be, guys?"

The room was in an uproar, with guys yelling out the names of various elements of male anatomy. The emcee waited, and after a couple of minutes, a kind of consensus developed in the crowd, with most of the guys yelling, "Cock!" or "Hotdog!" Then somebody shouted, "The works!" The rest quickly took it up, stamping their feet and chanting, "The works! The works!"

The redhead's face had become a study in dismay. But his huge male organ was, if anything, sticking out even harder.

"I don't get it," Tim said.

"What's to get?" Jordy responded with an impish grin. "The guy's sausage and onions are gonna be this evening's door prize."

Tim shook his head, still not getting it. "Somebody gets to suck him off, or something?"

"Come on, they get the dick and balls, period."

"Uh, you mean, cut off and handed over?"

"Sure."

"Can they do that?" Tim was feeling keenly aware of his own cock and balls.

"Watch."

Up on the stage, the redhead and the emcee had been conferring. Eric was clearly upset. He was arguing and shaking his head vigorously. Smiling, the emcee responded with patient argument that was almost inaudible over the noise of the crowd, but Tim heard something about being a good sport and not disappointing "your fans." The young men in the audience were yelling and stamping their feet. Somebody shouted something about not wimping out which made Eric glance up. He shook his head again slowly a couple of times, but stood sullenly as the emcee took what Tim recognized as a hypo gun from the table and said something to him. The redhead hesitated, then pulled up his balls and winced as the emcee popped him in the crotch.

"I hope you got your ticket stub," Jordy said. "That's a hot piece of meat."

Tim felt in his pocket for the stub, still not believing this was happening.

The emcee took a short, thick piece of what looked like black hose or pipe, incongruously trailing a long electric cord, from the table and went to the side of the stage to plug it in.

"Hey, they're gonna use the loop," Jordy said.

"What's that?"

"You'll see. It's really neat."

Others in the audience apparently recognized the gadget too. There was a spattering of applause and a couple of whistles. The emcee responded by lifting it up and grinning. Now Tim saw it had a large loop of wire, so thin it was almost invisible, attached to the end opposite the cord.

In the meantime, Eric had hunkered down to talk to a somewhat older guy–somebody he came with?–up at the front of the crowd, his penis sticking up between his legs and his balls hanging down. They were plainly arguing. Eric looked angry and scared.

The emcee waited a moment and Eric stood up, still obviously upset but now looking slightly mollified. The man he'd been taking to was smiling. Eric's cock was, anything, as hard erect as ever, the head glistening with pre-cum. He turned toward the emcee to see what the crowd had reacted to, but if he recognized the gadget the emcee was holding, he didn't react.

"He doesn't know what it is. This is gonna be good," Jordy chortled.

"So what's it do?"

"You'll see."

The emcee was giving Eric some kind of instructions. The redhead's eyes widened and he stared at the gadget the emcee was holding. For a moment, he looked like he was going to balk again. Then he twisted up one corner of his mouth, gave a sort of half shrug and nodded. He spread his feet wide and thrust his hips forward, putting one hand behind his back. The emcee immediately dropped to one knee and slipped the loop of wire over Eric's penis and down to the base of the cockshaft. Eric grasped his cock tightly with his free hand and began pumping it slowly, then more rapidly. The crowd hushed expectantly. Eric's adam's apple bobbed.

"Man, this'll be something," said Jordy.

After a couple of minutes, semen spurted from the cockhead between Eric's fingers. Instantly, the loop of wire glowed white hot and the emcee swept it down and back between the redhead's legs. There was a whiff of singed hair, but nothing else seemed to happen. The emcee straightened up, holding the loop device, now dark again. Eric stood stock still, a peculiar expression on his face. Then he slowly raised the hand gripping his penis. Cock and balls came up with it, the whole works neatly excised from his crotch. He stared at them, looking stunned.

The crowd went wild. To his own surprise, Tim's cock shot violently down his pants leg.

"How about that? How about that!" Jordy was yelling.

The redhead continued to stare at his liberated penis and testicles, down at the surprisingly small cauterized wound where they had been, and back. For the moment, he seemed oblivious to the crowd.

The final episode in the little drama called for Eric to draw the winning ticket stub from a bowl. Still looking dazed, he nevertheless managed to call out in a strong voice, "316."

"Hey, that's me," Tim gasped.

"Way to go," said Jordy. "Get on up there."

Tim made his way to the stage and stumbled up the steps, a little too conscious of the bulge down his pants leg and the big wet spot at the end of it. But feeling called on for some sort of gesture, he turned and waved tentatively to the crowd and managed a grin for Jordy.

Eric eyed his severed erector set a moment longer, then held it out to Tim. Up close, Tim could see tears in his eyes. But he also looked like a man who had just met a challenge and won.

"I think these are yours now," he said. "I hope you enjoy them as much as I did."

"Thanks, man," Tim said. Then, surprised at his own boldness, he grasped the big cock just above the balls—it was warm and still firm in his hand and the skin was dry and smooth—and slipped the skin up and down with his other hand.

"If that thing shoots again, I'm outa here," the emcee joked, drawing a laugh from the crowd.

Tim gave Eric a friendly slap on the butt, his gaze lingering briefly on the surprisingly small wound between the redhead's legs, and left the stage.

Later, in the car, as he examined his trophy in its plastic bag again, he told Jordy, "I gotta admit, I never imagined I'd see anything like that. And that loop thing just took it all off like it was nothing."

"Yeah, I know. That got to me, too, when I first saw it done."

"Then they give you this little booklet on ways to cook ‘em, as if it was done all the time!" He leafed through it, though it was really too dark in the car to read the recipes.

Jordy laughed. "Cool."

Tim was silent for a moment, reaching into the bag to play with the testicles that had been Eric's.

"You ever think about volunteering?"

Jordy stopped for a red light. He glanced at his buddy and grinned from ear to ear.

"What do you think?"

Tim laughed. His cock was rock hard in his jeans again.

"Let me know when you do."