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I jumped bare-assed naked between the sheets when I heard Daddy coming up the stairs to tell me my bedtime story. “It was in Kokkistan, one of those new Soviet Republics. They started an army and a draft but some of the draftees were real goof-offs so they put them in a punishment unit. Every morning, when they fell out for roll call, one of their cocks would be cut off.” “Wow, Dad, every morning?” “Yes, they’d all stand naked in ten rows of six men. The sergeant would draw a number and that man’s cock would be cut off right then and there.” “Oh, Daddy, you know I love it when big men get their precious cocks cut off. How did they cut them off?” “With a simple pruning knife. They would cut them a little more than half-way through at the base, then pull their cocks out by the roots.” “I bet they screamed loud and long. Tell me about their screams, Daddy.” “It hurt so much, they screamed like mountain banshees. Their screams were so erotic it made all the other men’s pricks stand up tall. After the first few times, the men all had their rock-hard cocks up solid and throbbing when they lined up in ranks, from just thinking about what was going to happen.” “Oh, gee, Daddy, I wish I could have seen it.” “You can picture it. Sixty naked men with giant erections waiting for one of them to be cut off.” He pinched the head of my errant dick as it raised a small tent with the top sheet. “We wouldn’t want your sweet pecker cut off, would we?” He leaned forward and squeezed the sheeted bulge. “No, no, I only like it when you tell me about other men’s prongs being ripped out.” “That’s my boy, that’s my toy,” he quipped, turning down the sheet and displayed my stiff meat. My shaft was in his fist in a second, then his mouth came down, wet and hot on my cockhead, pulling on it with a big slurping sounds. He came up long enough to say, “Oh, baby, you got Daddy’s sweet-meat treat. If I cut it off, I could have it all the time.” “You can have it any time, Dad. I love it when it’s in your mouth.” “Those Kokkistan soldiers passed around the severed cock so everyone could get a couple of licks of it. Then they would fondle their own hard cocks until they squirted. They would be marched off to training and kids on the way to school would run onto the parade ground where the men had stood and lick up their hot cum from the hard clay.” “Oh, Daddy, suck me. Suck my hot juices out.” “The cockless soldier would be left to bleed to death and would be replaced by another guy. It all happened so quickly, they didn’t have a chance to kiss their buddy good-by. So every night at bedtime, they would all kiss one anothers’ cockheads good-by, knowing one would be disconnected the next morning. After a few weeks, the soldiers were so accustomed to the routine, they would ejaculate at the same time at the sound of the scream without even touching their hot pricks. It caused volleys of sprays of hot cream to arch through the brisk morning air. Even the cock being cut off would get off one last shot and the school kids would scramble to get his gunk first.” “Please, Daddy, suck me now. It’s yours. Suck your boy’s hot jelly roll.” “The school kids would wait for the number of the unfortunate man to be called out by row and position and scream with joy. They were especially delighted if it was a brother or father, because they would get the privilege of licking up the gobs of his manliness and taking home the severed genitals. Would you squeal with joy if it was my cock being cut off?” “Oh, dear Dad, no. I love your cock. I need your cock in my mouth and up my ass.” “It might be hard to keep from showing your joy, knowing that my big, fat, thick cock you love so much is about to get a one-time-only thrill and you would be able to tongue the last juices. The last juices out of a well-seasoned cock like mine are the best of all.” “Oh, Daddy, I want to suck your cock for all time and get every last drop of your hot cream on my tongue and up my nose.” The thought of it made me jerk down Dad’s ‘jama bottoms and sink his whopper deep into my mouth, scraggly hair and all. “Aaah, yeah! Bite it. Bite it hard. Ow! Ow! Yes, bite down on that prime meat.” I was grinding and chomping, willing to eat my Daddy’s chunky right on the vine, when I scraped tender cartilege and he let out a big howl. We heard Mom come running up the stairs and Dad pulled up his pajamas in time and told her he had stubbed his toe. He left, but he crept back in during the night and sucked me slowly and swallowed my juice until my ding-dong was tender and dry. I never saw Dad again. The next morning, I left home and joined the Kokkistan army.
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