The Call

And to think it all started with a simple phone call from out of the blue. I had just gotten back from at trip to Fresno, when I saw my caller ID flashing. I thumbed thru them, and found most of them to be either "Out of Area", "Unavailable" or "Data Incomplete". I did notice Josh's name and number flash twice, almost an hour apart, nearly an hour after I left on the plane two weeks ago. I kinda felt bad that out of everyone I told where I was going, he was the only one I didnt call, or tell about my trip. I decided to call immediately after I unpacked, showered, and opened all my mail that had acumilated while away.

I was amid the credit card bills when the phone rang. Fuck I thought. I was knee deep in bills, and the fucking phone is in the other room. It was already past 11pm, they'll just think Im still out of town. Sure enough, the phone stopped ringing after 5 rings. I went thru the last pile of bills, and called it a night. I grabbed a Heineken from the fridge, and headed off to the bed, when the phone rang again. After stripping nude (sleeping nude is fun) I grabbed the phone, and acted asleep. To my surprise, it was Josh, and from his voice, it sounded like he was not doing so well. His hello's, and his speech pattern were off, not his normal mix of apathetic complacency I grew to know over the years, but of depression and angst.

"Whats up dude?"

"Where the fuck have you been, asshole?"

"On vacation peckerhead! Damn, were in a mood tonight. Not getting any from your boyfriend?"

"Fuck off Doug, I was dumped"

"No shit? When? Why?"

"It was on the 10th, he just called me up, and said it was over, no questions asked, it was over."

"He didnt say why?"

"I scared him off when I said I wanted him to be my partner in life. He freaked out, and said he couldnt do that. He didnt want to be tied down to one man. What the fuck kind of excuse is that?"

"A shitty one. Dude, Im sorry."

"You know, I wonder if its me, with this fucking dick hanging between my legs thinking more than my brain. Everyone has just wanted me for my dick. You know, there are times, Doug. I sometimes wish I didnt have a God damned pecker, so I dont have to worry about giving any to anyone else, not being the willing and able fucker, cause it seems to me, that im being the one being fucked for a change. There are times, Doug, that I REALLY wish I never had this damned dick."

I was lost amid thought of his sentence, about wanting it gone from him. NEVER had I heard him talk about getting rid of his dick, that was usually a fantasy of mine, to have someone in the middle of sex eliminating my sexual outlets of pleasure, just for a moment of bliss. This was a turn on, that got me instantly hard thinking of his nice, meaty 8 inch dick loped off. He broke my mental images when he continued...

"..I thought he was the one, Douggie. I felt something between the two of us that clicked. I was going to fucking bend over backwards to help him get himself established in the world, and now, he has just gone and tore up mine."

"Josh, do you wanna come over, to talk?"

"Fuck no, im in no mood to even get behind the wheel. Um, is there any way you could come over though?"

"Uh, yeah, I just gotta put on a pair of sh..."

"Just get down here in whatever youre wearing, Ive seen it before, and im not interested in it right now."

"Be there in about 10 minutes."

I thought that was odd. Josh never got this upset at someone dumping him, but then again, he used to be the one doing the dumping in the relationship. I was one of his dumpees. Hey, I know what youre thinking, and no, im not going after a sympathy fuck in the middle of the night. Trust me, im not at anyones beckon call. Josh and I go far back, before we came out to eachother, we were best friends working together at one of the local clubs. I DJ'd for the club, and he was the bartender. I was more concerned he might actually do something drastic, and end up more hurt in the long run. I had to go see him. I jumped into a pair of boxers, threw on my Colorado Avalanche hat and headed off to his house.

Every light was on when I pulled into the drive. He opened the door as I was about to ring the bell, and hugged me, and thanked me for comming over. I was nearly naked, and in the plain view of traffic, so he let me in before the neighbors called the cops. He then started to turn off some lights. He was silent as he was doing so, so I thought Id be the first to strike the conversation. Bad idea. The instant I was saying "how are you doing?" he burst into a fit of anger. Screaming every single obscenity about his now ex into the night sky, he turned to me, with a puzzled look, and started to cry.

I walked up to him, and picked him up from the ground, and lead him back to the sofa. He broke down completely. He sobbed into my chest, soaking my skin, his tears gathering in the pool my hard stomach made at my bellybutton. His crys were of hurt, and sorrow, his actions were of a completely destroyed man. I couldnt say much, or do much, cause what was there to say? I held him tightly in my arms, in which he held fast on my left arm with both of his. Every chance he had to breathe in, he would grasp for that air, and let it out in a apasm, that would cause the pool of teardrops on my stomach to run down my groin.

The wet sensations caused me to stir, but I tried everything I could to keep my dick soft. I wasnt going to get my rocks off after Josh got dumped. Thats wierd. To add to my predicament, he repositioned himself laying in a fetal position on the sofa, to where his head was laying on my lap, facing my abs. I couldnt control myself at that point, and my 7 inch boner poped its head out my boxers, and my PA ring nearly took out his eye in the process. He laughed alittle at the sight, and I was welcome to hear his laughter, since I had never seen him bawl like this before. He still spasmed in his breathing, but was starting to calm down. Meanwhile my boner was giving him a nice show as I tried to loose its growth. I sat back, stroking my fingers thru his hair, and just being there for him. We fell asleep after about an hour.

That morning, I woke to find him out of the house. No note, no thank you, nothing. He did have the audacity to take my car, which was pretty shitty, since I was now stranded at his house. I made the most of it, and thumbed thru his movies. I wasnt all that humgry, and his taste in food doesnt cry out healthy eating anyways, so I grabbed a skinflick if his, and poped it in the VCR in his bedroom. No name to it, but hey, a video is a video. I was turned on from start of the tape at the sight of two cowboys, dressed fully in their tight, tight Wranglers, long sleeve buttoned shirt, and dusty, black Stetson hats. Their walk was hypnotic, and their on screen appearance made me hard, fast.

The two guys were bailing hay, and started to romp, and play in it when one guy fell ontop of another, and started to wrestle. The cowboy in the red shirt pinned the black-shirted ranchhand good, and started to fondle him all over, and it showed. The camera turned its focus to the bulge in the ranchhands tight, tight jeans, as this snake of man-meat started to inch its way down his thigh. I was in awe, his dick wasnt stopping, as it stopped just short of his left knee. The scenes got hotter and hotter, untill I noticed the cowboy grab a metal object from off the barn wall. Shiny, and big, it looked like a vice grip, but boy was I wrong. The ranchhand looked at the object, and started to moan in delight.

At this time, I was moaning in delight, too. I had all 7 inches of my uncut, pierced dick out, and stroking, loving every minute of this video. My precum ooze was dripping out of both holes in my hard shaft, one flowing off my head, and the other dripping off my ring. I turned my focus back to the video, in time to see the cowboy insert the ranchhands balls into the contraption. Right as I was about to ask mentally what that was, there was a slight snap sound from the video, and more moaning from the now banded man. His face showed esctasy, mixed with pain, as the tool was taken away. The camera refocused, and saw a green band wraped around the man's balls, tight. The cowboy put down the tool, and went to work deep throating the hung, and banded ranchhand. All 12 inches of the cowboys horse dick were being swallowed to the balls, and lovingly sucked and jerked.

The ranchhands moans were getting louder by now, as the camera refocused oh his captive nuts, now turning red. The cowboy in charge knew just what to do, and engulfed the nuts inside a warm saliva bath. Goosebumps could be seen rising on the banded man's arms, as he flexed, and strained his muscles at the exhilarating feelings coarsing thru his groin. The cowboy thought it was time, and started to mount the man, and ride him like the steer he was. Grunt after grunt, all 10 inches of the cowboy pumped fiercely into the waiting cowboys ass. The more you saw it, the darker those banded balls turned colors. After pumping his ass for almost an hour, the cowboy made his release inside the long worn hole, with both men screaming in delight.

The camera repositioned itself as the ranchhand rolled onto his back revealing black, cold, hard balls. Oddly, he just started to laugh, and squeezed his nuts as hard as he could, causeing a verry audible poping noise, and saw one half of his sac go flat. The other cowboy then got up, and brandished a knife, and a flash iron. He got hold of the now dead sac of skin, and with a quick uppercut, severed the dead tissues away from the ranchers groin. He held the sac up for a second, and then dropped them, and went back to the now gelded steer he had made of his farmhand to cauterize the jagged edges of skin. They embraced in another fit of passion, and the camera paned down to the severed testicles lying on the ground.

I lost it at that sight. I erupted all over Josh's bed, cum flying out of both of my holes, spraying me, and making a complete mess out of the room. At that exact same time, Josh came in, wth a paper bag, and a stern face. He didnt care that I was covering myself and his room in a 3 week supply of saved jizz, he was more focused on other things at this point. He turned off the tv, and threw the bag onto my lap, nearly crushing my left ball from the weight of the paper bag. I buckled over, and almost went at Josh for trying to dammage my goods, when I happened to glance into the bag, and see that object from the video. It was that banding tool.

"Its used to castrate farm animals, Doug. I want to do something."

I jumped.

"HEY, FUCK YOU MAN, YOURE NOT TAKING MY EQUIPMET FOR YOUR SHITS AND GIGGLES!"

"No, dipshit, youre going to help ME get rid of mine."

"Wh.. WHAT? YOURE KIDDING, RIGHT?"

"No. Thinking about it, I don't want to have these things between my legs. I dont want to have the urges again, I couldnt live with myself if I lost somone again. It hurt too much, Doug. All my dick has done is attract the wrong man into my life. All they want is the dick, not me. Im not a tool to be used for sex only, I have feelings, and needs. I want to be loved, and not for my dick."

"Are you sure you want to get rid of your..."

"Yes I am, and not just my dick, my balls, too. I dont want them anymore. Thats all everyone wants now days, isnt it? Theyre not in it for the relationship, theyre in it for the sex. Im not going to become someone's sex slave."

"So, why do you want me here? Why out of everyone, why me?"

"Cause I know you the most out of everyone. I trust you with my life, Douggie. Help me."

"Josh, I.."

"Help me... please?"

"Shit Josh, I dont know, what would I be doing, I mean, I dont know the first thing to do, I mean, what are you going to make me do, or whats going to..."

"Im in control here, I'll tell you what you need to do. First things first, clean up, and I'll be ready for you."

I nervously walked into the bathroom, and turned on the shower. The water was warm, and yet I was oblivious to it. I saw my cum run off my abs, and back across my dick, into and down the drain. I stayed in there for almost 10 minutes, when I heard Josh calling me from out the door. I didnt even dry off, I walked sopping wet into his room again, to find him naked, and reading the instructions that were in with the tool. He said he went to one of the farm and feed stores on the other side of town, out of the county lines, and bought the tool, saying it was going to be for a pack of dogs that need to be "dealt with". The owner was much help, and showed how to use it, and sent along some papers and extra bands just to get some good repeat buisness. This was one customer that wasnt going to make a return purchase.

He already had a band on the metal prongs. It was already cocked, and locked for placement. He handed it to me, and told me to do it. I figured it was just like in the video I watched, and pulled his nuts thru the prongs. I double made sure he wasnt just shitting around with me, and asked if he wanted to stop, and he showed no emotion as he said to do it. I hesitated, and heard him scream "DO IT". I freaked alittle, and felt the band snap securely around his scrotum. He let out a whince, and told me to get another one ready. I fumbled around with it for a minute, before getting it right, and snapped the second band around his sac, slightly higher than the first. I sat back and watched as he started to writhe in the dull aches that were wreaking havoc thru his stomach. I went to his bathroom again, and got some asprin for him, which he refused to take. I placed them beside him on the nightstand anyway.

"How are you feeling, Josh?"

"I feel fine, other than the feeling of this rubberband on my nuts, im ok."

"How long did the guy say to leave the band on?"

"Well, since he said if it was for a dog, keep it on for a week, untill the sac falls off on its own. I dont have that long to wait. He said if we were doing larger livestock, to go ahead and cut off the balls after an hour or so after banding. Thats what youre going to do"

"Wait wait wait wait. Im not chopping off your balls, dude!"

"You need to Douggie. I wont be able to, I'll be buckled over in pain, and wont be able to. Besides, youre the only other person here, and if you walk out that door, you might find out about me in the newspapers, that I bled to death doing some wierd freakish things!"

"Dont motherfuckin' talk that way, Josh..."

"No, You said you would be here for me last night, and you are. I need you more than you'll ever know. Now, get that tube from the bag while were waiting. Bring it here."

"Whats it for?"

"Its going to be my new piss tube for a while."

"I dont get it."

"Well, im getting rid of my dick, right?"

"Right."

"Well, I gotta pee from somewhere, so I had to buy this, so the pisshole doesnt close when I heal.. Gimme it so I can put it in, and get another set of bands ready, im going to do this now."

I watched out of the corner of my eye, as he slowly pushed inch by inch of the tube into his dick hole. He moaned, and whinced as it made its way past certain areas inside his body, finally ending up in his bladder. He crimped the outside end of the tube, to prevent his piss from leaking out, and said it was time for the band. I handed him the band, and he promptly handed it back to me.

"You do it."

"Why? Dont you want to be the one to seal your own fate?"

"No, remember, I trust you. I want you to do it. Think of it as payback for ramming this proud 8 incher into your virgin ass those years ago."

He said that one with a cheshire cat grin. I looked long and hard at his now slightly stiffening member, remembering the damned thing as he thrust it in me hard. I smiled back at him and started to pull the tool around his shaft, feeling alittle bitter, thanks to his encouragement.

"Do you want any sort of visible stub? You know, to rub at least?"

"No, no stub. I dont want nothing that will make me desireable again to anyone. I dont want a stump... I dont want anything."

So, I placed it extremely high, so high, I had to push the tool into his groin. Without asking, I snapped the band around his hardening shaft, causing a bigger whince of pain to emit from his mouth. I looked up at Josh, his eyes slightly crossed from the sudden pain, but somewhat glad these events were playing out. I quickly made haste, and got the second band on the tool, and placed it again on his dick, slightly lower than the first. By now, Josh's body was shaking with the pain that was slowly building and building, but never did he scream out for it to stop. In a mad-deranged way, he looked up twoards me, and gave a creepy smile, as sweat started to form off his body.

"Josh, are you alright?"

"Shit, it hurts, Doug. I can feel the bands digging into my skin with every beat of my heart, man, and its a rush, I can tell you that much, its a FUCKING rush."

I could do nothing more than get hard watching my friends dick start to turn blood red, and watch his balls start to turn blue. All the while, Josh seemed to have a handle on the situation. His breathing was slow, and methodic, however every once in a while, he'd let out a gasp, as either the band was readjusting, or it was doing a better job than he had hoped. His tremmors faded for a while, Id say about 10 minutes after I placed the first band on his nuts. He felt comfortable enough to get up, and gingerly walk into the kitchen, and brought back out a large Ginsu from his cutlery drawer. He turned on the stove, and let the blade sit ontop of the burner, to get the blade nice and hot.

Time felt like it went by so slowly, it had already been alittle over a half hour when I heard Josh collapse onto the floor in the kitchen. I feared he took something off first, and ran in. He was consious, and his bands were still holding fast, but the pain became too much for him, and collapsed. I carried him into the bathroom, and laid him down in the shower. I told him it would be better if he were in here for the cutting, so he wouldnt bleed all over his bed. He agreed, and I positioned him so his ass was stradling the drain in his shower. I didnt turn on the water, thinking that would cause shock, to an already distrot man. I sat with him in the shower, curled up in my arms, trying not to think of what will be happening in the next few minutes.

My watch woke me up. I dozed off for a while, what seemed to be 10 minutes, but hearing Josh's moans also made me realize it had to have been the longest hours of his life. It was already 2 hours after banding him, I gently put him down, and went to the kitchen. The Ginsu that he left on the burner in the kitchen had now become glowing red, and too hot for me to even pick up. So, I grabbed a pot holder and took it into the bathroom. I turned the corner to see Josh staring at his black balls, and shrunken dead dick. He tried to jerk them off, in a vain attempt to see if they could still be operable, and he gave up after smelling the heated metals of the knife. His eyes transfized to the red hot blade, and started to recline, and got things started.

I was shocked. I saw his dick, and for the first time since I had known him, it was not responding to my presence. I touched it, and felt the cold, clammy sensations from it. I then took the knife, and touched the head with the sharp, burning point, and you could hear the sizzle of his dick head meat on contact. I looked at his face, and only saw amazement, and excitement as it built within him. This is all I needed to know from him that he was really wanting this. I mean sure, if I let him go right now in his condition, his dick and balls are already dead, and would have been removed. But this was something I wasnt going to forget anytime soon. His body started to spasm again from the intense pain in his groin, and before I could talk him into going to see a doctor, he nodded and I went to work.

I grabbed his dick first, since it was in my way of his dead sac. I grabbed it with my left hand, feeling it attatched to him for the last time. I took the Ginsu, and in one fast sweep, cut it off. The sound the knife made thru his dick was like hearing leather tear, and the small ammounts of smoke as the knife cauterized the wound made my nose cringe with the scent of burning flesh. I looked back into his face, to see his eyes fixed to my left hand, holding his dead dick. I pulled it tward him, to show my handiwork. Satisfied, he grabed his dick from my hand, and had me open my mouth, to which he poked his dick in. His mood changed to playful, oblivious to what happened less than a minute ago.

With dick in mouth, I then grabbed him by the balls, and before the knife cooled off any further, I made my last swipe at his balls, which came away as easily as his dick. I kinda lost my hold of them, and they rolled, still sealed in their pouch, into the living room. Josh was tickled pink with that sight. I looked sown to see no bleeding around his new wounds. The knife was as sharp as depicted on tv, and had done a nice job of cauterizing the stumps. I turned on the sink, and cooled off the blade, and noticed the entire time I was standing, I was cumming and cumming into the sink, without knowing it. I was lost in the moment, and was loving it. His dick dropped from my mouth, and mixed in with my own cum, sending me further into the moment, and sent shot after shot of dum out, and covered his dead dick.

I turned back to Josh, who was at this time starting to get flushed, so I helped him back to the bed, and covered him up. I picked up his balls from the floor, and placed them in the sink with his dick, and asked what he wanted to do with them. He turned, and said for me to flush them down the toilet. I complied. I raised the lid, and held his balls over the bowl, and let go. They hit the water with a great splash, and started to float for a second. I then dropped his dick into the water, and saw it shoot down the drain like a torpeedo, with a slight trail of blood following it. I flushed the john, and sent his manhood on a ride they never will come back from.

I lay next to Josh for the next several hours, cleaning up the blood that leaked from his wounds, and checked to see that the pisstube of his was clear, and not blocked with his skin, or closed shut from the cauterizing. He fell asleep alittle after 4 in the afternoon. I ran thru my mind what happened in the last 8 hours, and still couldnt believe it. I sat down at the edge of the bed, and stared longingly at my dick. I saw the curved barbell of my PA sticking out the bottom of my dickhead, and how it reflected alittle light, and felt heavy on me. For an instant, I wanted to be Josh, naked, with nothing to show off to the world, other than acouple of scars, and a new attitude twards life.