Fantasy to make real

For the person to whom this is dedicated, I hope you enjoy!

He sat in the Toronto bar, sitting alone on a barstool watching the women. There were a few nice looking girls, but none that appealed to him. Then She came in. She was beautiful, tall, dark, long hair, tanned, tight body and perfect lips. She sat down a few stools away. He watched her order a Molson Canadian. She licked the rim, inverted the bottle taking a long swig. She looked at him. He was gorgeous; she was just as hot. He picked up his beer and sat next to her. “Hi,” he said. She smiled, “Let’s go.” He followed her out of the bar.

He slid the key into the door to his apartment, they slipped in. She kissed him; he was hard in his jeans. She felt his crotch through the denim; he felt her through her silk blouse. They stumbled into his bedroom. She collapsed onto his bed and he fell on top of her. He kissed her; she threw him onto his back. She removed a set of handcuffs from her purse. He smiled; she secured him to the bed, his Banana Republic shirt unbuttoned, exposing his chest. She slid his jeans off; his cock popped through the hole drooling onto his silk boxers. She massaged the shaft causing him to moan. She licked the tip once and slipped his boxers off. She produced another two sets of handcuffs and bound his legs to the bed. He began to panic and tried to fight her off; she secured him.

“Ready to get off?” she whispered in his ear.

“Please. I need to get off,” he begged. She mounted him, sliding his massive tool first into a condom and then into her.

She lowered herself onto him. That’s when he noticed me. I was filming the whole thing from inside his closet. “You!” he said. He almost came seeing me there.

After a few more impalings, he came. He grunted loudly and his eyes flew open, his head jerking along with his cock. After six jerks, he collapsed.

“OK, let’s get this thing off,” she said. She picked up a container of disinfectant and a cotton ball from the tray next to me.

“No! Not yet! I need to cum again,” he begged. “You promised me as much as I wanted.”

“Well I’m not going down on that again. Once was more than enough for me,” the lesbian cutter declared. He looked at me desperately.

“Please, guy. I gotta get off.”

I had already made up my mind. I said nothing as I slid between his legs and licked his balls. That was when he first realized my tongue was pierced. I smiled. His cock was still mostly soft lying in its own juices inside the condom. I pulled it out of its latex sheath and it began to harden again. I ran the tip of my tongue around his head a few times and took the huge tool in my mouth. It had a strong bend in it and it was hard to force down my throat. When it did burst past my tonsils, I fell into his crotch. His balls were on my lips and I pulled out. He squirted as I pushed it back down my throat. I pulled away and checked the film.

He lay on the bed breathing slowly. His cock was soft on his bare crotch. He opened his eyes with a start when she touched the alcohol to his genitals. “I am not ready,” he said again. “Just one more time.”

Again I walked over to him and began to pump his tool back up. He wore his Nikes. I took his left shoe and placed it on his chest. I jerked him off. “I’m gonna cum.” I put the tip into the shoe as he started to orgasm. I watched the liquid soak into the insole.

“Do it,” I said. She wiped the organ clean with a cotton ball. I moved the video camera closer.

“Hold this,” she said handing me a box of pins. She injected him all round his cock, which was hardening again. “That thing has a life all its own!” She took a loop of plastic and cinched it tight, causing the shaft to bug out.

She took the scalpel from the cart and began to cut into the skin. He screamed. “It’s only a bit of skin. Stop whining.” She cut all around the massive tool. Then she pulled the skin up from the wound, which was about 3 cm from the base, and jabbed one of the pins from the box I was holding through his cock. He screamed again. “You see,” she said to me, “I am pinning the skin out of the way but conserving enough to cover the wound.” She jabbed another pin into his erect cock. Blood was flowing from the open wound.

“Now, we need to cut through the next layer.” I watched her through the viewfinder cut deeper into his cock. In a matter of seconds she had successfully removed the organ, excess skin hanging off its grizzly stump. She took a cauterizer to seal the open tissue and pulled the skin back over the 1 cm stump. She pulled it to a point and sutured the skin to the urethra. “Well that about does it. Bring him by my office tomorrow.” With that she left.

“So how you doing?” I asked. Tears were streaming down his face but he was smiling crookedly.

“It’s done?”

“Yup.”

I still have the cock. It is stuffed and mounted on my wall. He is now friends with the vet who cut him. Now he wants his balls off. She is more than willing.

**Hey guys. This is a real fantasy he really wants to happen. Anyone interested in helping him out, email me at noblee@mac.com. We need a skilled cutter (very preferably female… maybe a vet or a med student) who would help this stud out. He lives in Toronto. Let me know if you are interested. Also, we could use a taxidermist who won’t ask questions about the rather interesting job. And a shrink who wants a case study in Toronto would be nice too! Ciao.