Tim had just gotten done swimming laps at the Y. He'd been having problems in his relationship with his boyfriend and asked some of the guys down there for advice. They'd been in relationships for a long time and figured maybe somebody would have a good idea. All were at least a few years older than him, guys who had all known each other for a long time. They even kind of looked alike; all big and burly, smooth-bodied, with even their heads clean-shaven, and the same five piercings in their left ears.

"Yeah, Tim," Mike broke in. "Me n' Joe never woulda stayed together if we hadn't."

Tim sighed. "It's just a fact of life, Tim," Roy put his arm around Tim's shoulder paternally. "It just doesn't work between two men if you don't."

Tim had tried to deny it to himself ever since they'd first brought it up to him, but he'd tried everything he could think of, and nothing was working. He might as well admit it. "Yeah," his voice was downcast. "I guess you guys are right."

"You want me and Joe to come by later?" Mike asked. "I can get him to bring all his stuff."

"Today? Uh...I dunno, guys...I mean, I dunno if I want to do it right now, and besides, I doubt Sean would go for it," Tim waffled.

"Lemme tell ya a little story," Mike came over and put a foot up on the bench next to Tim, his groin right up in Tim's face. He tried not to stare at Mike's balls.

"The day Joe and me did it, I woke up tied to the bed and watched while he did it to himself. Then, bound and gagged, I squirmed while he did it to me. I had no idea what was going to happen when we went to bed the night before, and the next thing I knew," Mike hissed and drew his finger across the end of his cock stub. "Sliced right off.

"Now, I was pissed. Really pissed off. I ranted and raved, screamed, hollered, but it didn't take that long 'fore I saw the light." Mike slapped him on the back and stood back up, his heavy, full nuts swinging beneath that tiny little stump of a dick. "And now lookit me, I'm tellin' you to do it. See what I mean? It ain't somethin' to be afraid of." Mike stretched, flexing his muscles. Tim drooled over him; Mike had to be at least five years older than he was but was in awesome shape.

"And Joe's really good," Roy chimed in. He dropped his towel and held his stub out. "He does good work. See, all nice and rounded off." Roy had more of a belly on him, but despite his gut still had a powerful build as well. They all said it was cuz they paid more attention to the weights in the weight room than the weightlifters, but Tim thought they were just sexually frustrated. It was a little of both.

Tim held his cock in his hand. It was a good penis...plump, thick, reasonably sized, nice head. He liked it, he really did, but...well, six months ago he'd have thought cutting his dick off was crazy, but these guys had convinced him. Even if he wasn't really sure yet. Well, mostly convinced maybe... He sighed.

"I dunno, guys," Tim pulled his pants up and slung his bag over his shoulder. "I'll talk to Sean about it," he lied, unconvincingly.

Mike and Roy gave each other a knowing look, and as soon as Tim left the room, began plotting...

Later that day, Tim was hanging out on the couch when Sean came in from work. "Man, it's hot out there today," Sean panted, peeling his sweat-soaked shirt off. He was a bike messenger in town. Sometimes Tim was envious of his boyfriend, getting to ride around all day, but not on days like this.

"Yeah, I was dripping earlier," Tim agreed, staring at his boyfriend's torso. Sean's muscles were lean and firm, and it made Tim hard watching his muscles sliding around under the skin. The skintight biker shorts Sean wore didn't help much either; the outline of his thick cock and plump balls was clear. "Come on over here," he pulled Sean to him by the waistband of his shorts. Sean smiled and stepped forward, his groin in Tim's face, and his cock hardening.

Tim pulled the waistband down and Sean's cock thwipped out, at full attention and pointing straight ahead. Tim took it in his mouth and began to get hard himself, thinking about having his dick cut off, like the guys down at the Y. He licked and sucked on Sean's cock, his tongue working its way around to his boyfriend's balls, leaving his package sloppy with spit and precum.

He thought of that dick being cut off, too, of licking only a stub where Sean's fat dick jutted out, heady with the smell of sweat from a hard day biking. He worked his own cock out of his pants but didn't touch it, pretending it was gone, only playing with his balls, swollen with cum...they'd be sore, blue balls all the time...

Tim's face was wet with Sean's sweat and his lips sticky with various fluids...yeah, he'd ask about it...they'd get their dicks cut off, together...yeah...oooh...oH! His cock leapt, shooting cum between Sean's legs and onto the TV. He intensified his relentless assault on Sean's dick, attacking it with greater fury than before, until the enemy spat out its surrender.

Sean stood there a moment, his fingers in Tim's hair, chest heaving. Tim licked the cum off his face and looked up, his dick cooling as it softened. He was supposed to ask...eh. This wasn't the time. He headed for the bathroom. "I'll grab us some towels."

The next night the two of them were watching TV together on the couch. A knock came at the door. "Who could that be?" Sean asked, and hopped up to answer the door.

Tim always joked that it was obvious Sean was from the suburbs because he always opened the door without looking through the spyhole. "One of these days we're gonna get robbed or something," he'd always joked.

True to form, Sean threw the door open. "Hello..." he started to answer, but was cut short as three men, covered entirely in shiny black rubber, stormed in the door. Oh, no, Tim thought. They're not doing this...

"Yeah, I've always had this recurring dream where these guys in rubber suits hold me down and do it," Tim had told them, down at the Y. He'd started having the dream soon after he'd met them, when he started thinking about it. Soon after, thoughts of getting his dick cut off were all he had. It was a weird fantasy he'd had, but...oh no, he realized. If they're doing this...this means they are gonna cut our dicks off!

Tim jumped up off the couch and started to say something, but one of the men in rubber put a hand over his mouth. They held him down, bound his hands and feet and gagged him. The third shut and locked the door, holding Sean at bay with one thick arm...that had to be Mike, Tim realized.

They left Tim on the floor while Mike, and...Roy, Tim could tell, bound and gagged Sean as they had him. Tim couldn't see what the third one was doing. It's got to be Joe, Tim realized...Mike's boyfriend was going to cut their cocks off. Tim was hard as a rock; this WAS a fantasy of his, after all...he didn't really know he wanted to live it out, but what could he do?

Roy and Mike propped Sean and Tim up on the couches while Joe cleared their kitchen, and they got a good look at the intruders. They must have taken their street clothes off on the hallway, Tim thought. No way they walked here like that.

Their three captors had been painted in thick latex rubber. Must have taken them hours, Tim thought. They wore black rubber hoods over their heads, with ski goggles and balaclavas underneath, and on their feet had black rubber boots fastened with tight straps. Over their hands were rubber gloves, even, and under the latex they must have had cups on, as the three of them just had featureless lumps in their groins. No flesh could be seen anywhere on them, and they were silent as they moved.

Once the two of them were propped up on the couch, Mike and Roy produced knives and scissors and started cutting their clothing off. "This is for your own good," Roy spoke through a voice modulator, making his voice sound deeper and gravelly, but clearly fake. "You will be glad once it's over."

Sean was squirming, but Tim seemed oddly calm to him. Wait a minute, Sean thought to himself. Their one-year anniversary was coming up...was this something Tim had just arranged? It did seem kind of like a porno. He's just laying there while they cut his clothes off, Sean thought...this HAS to be some kind of setup. These must be friends of his. I mean, who would break into a house all covered in that rubbery shit? And what was this "for your own good" crap? Sean felt all nervous again.

They decided to work on Tim first. Sean watched as they rubbed shaving cream over his boyfriend's body and proceeded to shave him bare, leaving only his eyebrows. This is kind of a hot scene, Sean thought...he knew Tim got into some freaky stuff...this was kind of doing it for him. Yeah, he thought, suddenly feeling less confused. This is just some crazy role-playing thing. Yeah, this'll be hot! Now that he thought he knew what was going on, Sean relaxed a bit and rolled with it.

He stopped struggling for real but tried to play along a bit, only protesting a little as they lathered him up and shaved him down. Sean's arms and legs were smooth anyway (and had all kinds of cuts and bruises on them...he was a bike messenger, after all) but he got into it as they ran the razor over his chest, he head, his cock...when they were done he looked down at his totally smooth body and his cock got hard.

Next Joe brought out a needle and some rings. Tim's eyes got wide as they came over and marked his ear with five dots, then winced each time as Joe pushed the needle through, snapping the rings into place. When they were done, he had five rings in his left ear, same as the other guys did.

Sean was feeling helpless but enjoying it. This was a pretty heady trip...piercings and everything? He closed his eyes while they pushed the needles through his ear, turned by these men having such complete control over him. His cock was rock hard. Little did he know it was his last erection.

They set Sean up so he could watch. Tim lay limp as they carried him over to the table and positioned him with his legs spread, hanging off the table. I wonder what's going on, Sean thought.

Roy stood next to Sean. Joe drew a circle around the base of Tim's package, and Sean tried to lean over to watch them feed a catheter down his boyfriend's dick.

Joe cut into the top of Tim's dick, working his way around the underside and back up the other side, coming around to the top again. Tim winced and bit into the ball gag, the last bit of feeling leaving his cock as Joe severed the final nerves. He let out a tear as he watched Joe lift his cock off the catheter and away from his body.

"Holy shit!" Sean thought, unable to shout it. "They just cut Tim's dick off..." Sean's mind raced. This wasn't some crazy scene...these guys really were going to cut his cock off... His heart was thumping in his chest, his brain still unable to comprehend it even as he smelled the cautery gun as Joe fixed Tim up. If this was some crazy scene Tim had dreamed up...oh, but man, he thought again, catching the sight of Tim, still lying on the table with his legs spread. Sean had a clear view to Tim's groin, balls hanging between his boyfriends' muscled legs, just a little tiny stump of a dick with stitches all in it above.

Sean's cock leapt. "Oh, yeah," he thought, thinking about fucking a dickless Tim, reaching around just to feel that little stub...shit, it was a hot thought... He couldn't wait until this was all over and they could play around. Such a hot scene...

Roy and Mike helped Tim up off the table and walked him over to the couch. Joe got set up for Sean, but the biker was blissfully unaware, his attention focused entirely on Tim's groin.

The guys in the rubber wouldn't let him get too close, and Tim was looking pretty out of it. Sean was scanning his face for something, anything - a definite sign that they were okay and this wasn't just some crazy horror movie turned real. He got it when Tim lolled his head over, locking eyes with Sean. He smiled.

Just then, Mike and Roy pulled Sean to his feet and started walking him over to the table. The third guy in rubber awaited them, and Sean's heart skipped a beat. Oh God, he thought. They're going to cut my cock off, too! He struggled a bit, but a quick jab to the balls by Mike calmed him down. His balls were aching as they tied him down to the table, restraining him prone, legs spread, cock completely vulnerable.

"I'm going to be dickless," he thought. "I won't have a cock anymore..." Sean resigned himself to his fate. He couldn't change it now. What would happen would happen. He stopped struggling, and used his energy to hold his head up and watch. He'd take this like a man.

Even when his cock up off his body and Joe slid it off the catheter, Sean didn't make a peep. His cock was gone the moment he'd opened the door, he knew. No use crying about what's happened. He just stared ahead, intent.

The men in rubber led him to the couch. Sean was in a daze; the pain had left his woozy and tired. They sat him down next to Tim, and the two fell over into each other, cradling the other on the couch. Roy, Mike, and Joe started cleaning up; washing the table down, and collecting Joe's tools.

Sean contemplated his dickless future. Who'd want him now? Who'd want a dickless... He turned his head down to stare at himself...his balls were hanging to the right, lying in that pit between his legs. Above...white bandages covering a stitched up stump.

Something to his right caught his eye, and he looked over to see Tim's groin. The same white bandage, above Tim's balls... Tim's dick was gone...his dick was gone. They had each other.

The men in rubber finished collecting their things and headed out the door. Once outside, they quickly pulled the hoods off and put their street clothes on over the latex. "You think they'll be okay?"

Roy recalled the look in their faces as the men had left...both looking each other in the eyes, little absentminded smiles poking up at the corners of their mouths. "I think those two'll be just fine."