No sooner were the carnal effects of the Wedding and its’ aftermath, with Tracy’s randy festivities, over-with, than the Authenticock host-ladies appeared with magnums of champagne, in long-stemmed tulip glasses, and passed-around tasty hors d’oeuvres, and miniature, little individual hot quiches. A groaning buffet-board was also wheeled out, by the caterers, bearing a huge roast beef, a suckling piglet, with a baked-apple in his mouth, plates of chilled oysters on ice, Jumbo Shrimp Cocktail, a terrine of cold vichyssoise soup, ramekins of fresh Beluga Caviar and pate-de-fois-gras, fresh vegetables, crudites, and, finally, a large, carved ice-sculpture in the shape of a fiercely-erect cock and balls! Everyone was invited to enjoy themselves and loosen-up for the festivities to come. The organist played everything from College drinking songs, to cool-rap, and some of the group even started dancing. The more champagne that appeared, the happier the ensemble got, not surprisingly!

Eventually, Gloria and Sharon, the co-chairpersons of Authenticock, called the group somewhat to order, as Tracy tapped loudly on her empty champagne glass with a castration knife. When Gloria had most of their attention, she launched into a discourse on Authenticock, and how they might provide services for today’s discerning young women. She demonstrated the various styles of strap-ons available, and discussed how the women might be able to talk their humpies, into giving up their real cocks and balls for use in the strap-ons. "Despite Mrs. Robinson, in ‘The Graduate’," Sharon added, "PLASTICS are old-hat! Girls today are looking for the real thing, both in their increasing bi-sexual and Lesbian relationships, as well as with male partners."

The horny teen, Tracy, chipped in, "The great thing about these dildos, is that they're made from REAL cocks, which you can either cut off your humpies yourself, or buy from us. As we like to say, ‘We chop ‘em daily!’ In either case, they come with a full set of refillable balls, which gives an opportunity for either you, or your partner to squirt over two to three-times more "sperm", than was possible from your donor-humpy, out of a nice, big (eight-inch minimum) penis, that is erect 24/7! Compare THAT with your tired, old relationship!"

Well, THAT hot dialogue, tied to what they’d seen go-down today already, coupled with the loosening-up effect of the large quantity of champagne, started the whole crowd into enthusiastic discussion, and before you knew it, at least HALF the guys had dropped their pants, and were lining up at the guillotine, to get banded and cut, accompanied by their happy humpies and wives, who were jumping up and down, "Hi-Fiveing" each other, and checking out the different strap-on styles at the booth. At this point, the ever-horny teen, Tracy, had totally stripped, inserted the ten-inch-long half, of a strap-on double-ended dildo all the way into her pussy, and was explaining the procedures of refilling the squirtable balls, while the foot-long other half of the double-dildo, waved in the breeze, to the left and right, in front of her! Nearly everyone ended up wanting one of THESE, even though Tracy carefully told them, that they now needed to find TWO humpies, willing to forfeit their big tools!

Both Gloria and Sharon took turns banding the men, after checking with a ruler, that their cocks were all at least eight inches long. Several guys didn’t pass muster, and were a bit upset, when Sharon explained, somewhat untactfully, that if these horny girls were looking for "needle-dicks", they wouldn’t need dildos in the first place! But most of the rejects were so loaded with Champagne, they just grinned and moved back to the buffet table, where the caterers had just trotted-out a great platter of huge kielbasas and sauerkraut! Perfect choice!~

By the time the girls got a half-dozen of the studs double-banded, and up to full, shiny erections, the bulk of the crowd moved over toward the guillotine, which was obviously going to be kept busy today! This freed-up the precocious Tracy, from the booth, who sure didn’t want to miss getting in on the serious action. She didn’t bother to change, and so, ran over, still naked, to the chopper, with her ample tits bouncing up and down along with her still-imbedded double dildo, waving in front. "Lemme help, lemme help," she hollered, as the first gent stepped up to the plate.

"OK," answered Gloria, as she pulled the heavy steel blade, up to the release-catch at the cross-bar, at the top of the columns. "Get the stretch-cord tied around his big cock and balls, and pull on it to where the rubber bands line up with the chop mark. You know the drill, Tracy!" She did indeed, and remarked what a particularly nice, huge cock and set of balls, they were about to cut off. Sharon placed the three-inch-wide, hole block top half, down onto the lower half, after centering the man’s entire package in the round hole. She then inserted the block’s fastening pegs, through the columns, to secure the blocks. Once he was strapped-in and secure, Tracy handed the trip-lever cord to the guy’s girlfriend, who at this point was so excited, she had both hands under her skirt, flogging her vulva and clit. Tracy raised the girl’s skirt, saw she was twisting her clit with her left hand, pulled her right hand out of her pussy, and put the trip cord in it!

"Are we lined-up, Sharon?" Tracy questioned. Sharon checked the position of the two little green donuts, and asked her to pull his package out a bit more. Once the cutting channel lined up with the chopping groove, she smiled at the young humpy, now trembling in orgasm, and gave her a nod. The girl said nothing to him, only flashing him a big grin, and yanked on the cord. The heavy blade, shining in the afternoon sun, shot down the double channel-posts, slamming through his thick, hard prick, and ball-sack, like they were butter! The blade thudded to a halt on the angled stopping-block, and the severed, gigantic cock and balls, quivered in place for several seconds, looking for all the world as if the blade had missed!, as the crowd gasped. But then it rolled sideways, and down the ramp, landing with a plop in the wicker basket. The crowd roared, and the young girlfriend, still in mid-orgasm, grabbed the huge phallus, from the basket, fell to the grass, turned the head towards her, and rammed it full-length, into the depths of her dripping cunt, to where only the still-attached, packed balls were all that remained visible. That sent half the group into groaning orgasms themselves. The suturing nurse, Amanda, released the guy from the guillotine, and began sewing up his wound, where his genitals had just departed. Tracy slid into a chair, and began pumping her double-dildo in and out of herself, until she came, and her young pussy was bubbling with her hot juices.

The next guy in line was so hot ... and drunk!, he didn’t wait for any of the normal guillotine procedures, but pushed himself into the machine, raised the chopping blade with his bare hands, pushed his banded cock and balls into the slot, and dropped the heavy blade on them! He was a good shot! They landed right in the basket, and the horny Tracy missed the whole scene!

But Gloria and Sharon didn’t! Sensing that this gelding reception might get out of hand, they made a friendly protocol announcement, that everyone needed to keep their order in line, and under no circumstances, were the guests to try to use the guillotine by themselves, as it was too dangerous, and if they ended up cutting one of castration-bands, they could be in serious jeopardy. Sharon went on to suggest, "If some of you are getting restless, or a little drunk, why don’t we try to get two activities going at once! Tracy, you can run this guillotine pretty much by yourself. I see you have a long line of donors! While Gloria and I can have some fun with the cutting- bench, and the fucking-chair. Several of you gals have told us you’d like to get pregnant, as your husband hasn’t been able to get the job done, and you’d like to try-out one of these big cocks, before we chop them all off."

One of the guests, Anna, spoke up, "Why don’t you try out my husband, Randy’s, stud services? We don’t want any more children, which is why we’re here, to get him castrated. He has a beautiful, huge cock, and a monster set of nuts, which can pump sperm forever, once he gets hot!" At that point, three other women spoke up and waved their arms.

"Oh, can we have a shot at him,?"

Gloria looked over at Randy, and questioned if that was alright with him.

"Are you kidding?" Randy replied. "Let’s get to it! I’ve got enough pent-up sperm in these puppies, to fill-up all three of them! You’ve just got to have a way to pinch off the supply, during the time you’re changing to the next girl!"

"Nurse Amanda, come on over," requested Sharon. "I think you can help us with this. You can finish suturing-up the guillotine crowd, when we’re done getting these girls knocked-up!"
 
"You bet," Amanda replied, "‘Sounds like fun!"

Gloria asked Randy to strip down and lay on his back on the bench. "I guess we won’t need any banding, at this point!" Randy immediately stripped, and climbed onto the bench, with his massive cock already erect and waving in the wind. "OK," Gloria continued, "You three girls can strip-down and wait in-line next to the fucking-chair." The girls started giggling, and couldn’t get their clothes off fast enough! "Who’s first?" asked Gloria.

Ginger stabbed her fist in the air, and hollered, "ME! ME!  Oh, God I can’t wait to get-down on THAT beauty!" And with that, she climbed into the leather-strapped, swinging chair, with Sharon’s help, and positioned her already-dripping pussy directly over the ample, open-space in the middle of the seat-straps. Randy’s wife, Anna, came over and sucked his huge cock-head into her mouth, slathered it with spit, and plunged as much of it as she could, down her throat, while she squeezed his giant balls. Ginger anxiously watched the hot action, and remarked, "My God, those nuts are the size of tennis balls! No wonder he can shoot so much sperm!"

Anna had gotten him maximumly hard, and withdrew her mouth off his great cock, the skin stretched to shining stiffness in the bright sun-light. "Isn’t that a beauty?", she asked, redundantly. "This boy is ready to fire!"

Sharon swung the chair out, on it’s cantilevered arm, positioning it so that Ginger’s vulva, was directly above Randy’s rampant erection. As she lowered the swing, Anna reached under, and grasped her husband’s pulsing prick, positioning it directly into Ginger’s dripping, anxious pussy. He pushed his hips up into her, just as Sharon dropped the chair down, impaling her on his entire fourteen-inches of rigid cockmeat, in one drop! Ginger’s eyes bulged, her arms flew into the air, her big tits flopped audibly against her chest, and she let out a piercing, "HI - O - Silver!"

Even Tracy, who had a big set of cock and balls ready to chop, over at the guillotine, had to stop and watch! Without thinking, she yanked the drop cord, and ran over to watch Ginger getting skewered. The neglected fellow’s whole package came off, and rolled into the catch-basket with a thud, with only his (now former) girlfriend applauding. Amanda stood by the bench, waiting for Randy to start cumming, so she could pinch it off, as they changed to the next girl in line, and Tracy returned to her relentless guillotine duties, surprised to find the last guy's big set of cock and balls, in the basket! She had it down, to where she was cutting two banded guys a minute!

Meanwhile, two beautiful, black girls thought this fucking-chair looked like too much fun to miss. They ripped their clothes off, and joined the line. After two or three minutes of Sharon’s jamming the girl up and down Randy’s huge cock, in the fucking-chair, Randy began thrusting up, as Ginger came down, slamming his great prick into her so deeply, and with such force, that his swollen balls slammed up and pounded the girl’s erect clitoris, on every thrust! This sent them both over the edge, and they started shaking, with their violent orgasms. Randy began pumping bolt after bolt of hot sperm into Ginger’s dripping, quivering twat, and deep into her uterus. The chair would lift her a foot into the air, while the flared glans of Randy’s fiercely squirting cock, still remained inside her swamped vagina, and then Sharon would drop her down again, as Randy thrust up, spraying their collective cum-juices out of her shaved pookie, in all directions! Amanda, Sharon, Gloria, and most everybody nearby, were being sprayed with sperm and Ginger’s running pussy-juice! Finally, Nurse Amanda, suddenly reached between them, on an up-stroke, grasped Randy’s pulsing cock, and strongly squeezed off the shooting sperm, while she waved to Sharon with her other hand, to lift the swing out of there, get Ginger out of it, and the next girl in. Sharon knew just what to do, and got Ginger unloaded, and the next girl into the chair. As she swung the new girl out over Randy, the girl grinned, gave him a cute wave, and said, "Hi ... I’m Trixie!"

"I’ll BET you are!" grinned Randy, as Amanda fitted his giant cock-head into her with one hand, and relaxed her clamped grip with the other. A second later, Sharon dropped the chair down, and impaled the young girl on Randy’s squirting, rampant prick, as he was buried to the balls in her.

"OH, my goodness!" she squealed, as her eyes bugged-out, and she grabbed her pert breasts, squeezing and twisting the hard nipples.

The vigilant Amanda, allowed about ten blasts of hot sperm, deep into her uterus, to hopefully impregnate her, then reached under her on an upswing, and gripped Randy’s cock tightly again, cutting off the sperm-spewing urethra, and waved to Sharon to hoist Trixie out of there, and get the next girl ready. "Geez, I didn’t get much of a ride on that lovely cock!," Trixie complained.

"Well, sweetie," Amanda explained, "We’ve got three more ... whoops, FOUR more girls, and a lot of sperm to go!" She noticed a new girl had entered the fray, behind the two black girls. As Sharon loaded the next girl into the chair, Amanda turned to Randy’s wife, Anna, and, holding up Randy's nuts,  said, " I hope he’s got enough sperm in these babies, to service all of these girls!"

"No worries," Anna replied, "if he starts slowing down, I’ll start squeezing those big balls, and he’ll be shooting full-bore again! You wouldn’t BELIEVE how much he can squirt!"

"I believe! ... I believe!," Amanda answered, as she fitted the new girl, Irene, onto the glans of Randy’s throbbing prick. When Sharon saw they were ready, she dropped the new girl onto the huge phallus, just as Amanda relaxed her grip, allowing Randy’s sperm to start shooting immediately, deep into the girl's already-dripping cunt.

The massive penetration initially took Irene’s breath away, and she started gasping and rocking back and forth, to try to get every last inch of the erupting penis all the way into her womb, with it’s hot, impregnating fluid. She chanted, "Ya,... Ya,... Ya,..." to the rhythm of the raising and lowering chair, and added, "Oh, shit! That feels SO fucking good! I can feel that big, flared cock-head spraying my vagina, full of cream!". Amanda allowed her about ten more shots of sperm, reached under her, and cut off the spray, as Sharon alertly kept raising the chair, swung her over and deposited her on the ground, to crys of "Oh, no! Oh no! Not yet! That was SO nice!"

The two gorgeous black girls stood naked as jay-birds, next in line. They introduced themselves as two twin-sisters, Mocha, and Chocolate, and they surely did look good enough to eat! They had a lovely, dark-red, milk-chocolate color, smoothly-shaved pussies, and firm, upthrust breasts, capped by beautiful, puffy aureolas, centered with large, erect nipples that looked like Beaujolais wine-corks! Sharon interjected, while seating Mocha, "Why, on Earth, would you two beauties want to get pregnant?"

"‘Cause all of our boyfriends are black, and we’d like to ‘lighten-up the gene pool’, so to speak! We think that if they had a white Daddy, they’d be beautiful kids. Plus, if they’re boys, and genetically inherit a cock like THIS," pointing over at Randy, "they’re bound to grow-up successful, and happy, pleasing all the ladies!"

At that point, Sharon swung the leather chair out, over Randy, exclaiming, "‘Works for ME!" She lowered the seat slowly, until Amanda indicated she had Randy’s glans into Mocha’s vulva, and released her grip on his pulsing prick, so he could resume shooting his endless supply of sperm. Sharon decided to tease the cute Mocha for a minute, just easing the chair up and down quickly, only driving two or three inches of the immense cock into her each time. This drove Mocha crazy with anticipation, as she pled with Sharon, "Cmon, girl, quit teasing me. Gimme the whole thing!"

"OK, sweetie, you asked for it!," Sharon replied. "Welcome to the World of Deep Cock!" Whereupon, she dropped the chair down, allowing Mocha’s light weight, to impale herself to the hilt on his pumping prick.

Mocha’s eyes lit up like a Christmas tree, as she started pulling on her prominent clit, and yelled, "Oh, Lordy! That’s the biggest, thickest, longest, baddest thing, I have EVER had up my little pookie! I can feel that huge head, squirting that hot sperm, clear to the bottom of me in there! Oh, is that beautiful! Fill me up, Stud! Make me plenty babies in there!"

Amanda was so taken with Mocha, she let her have twice as much sperm pumped into her, than any of the other girls. As she eventually reached under her, and pinched off Randy’s ejaculation, she told Mocha, "Listen, sweetie, now you go-off and lay on your back in the grass, and stuff a tissue in there, so none of that nice stuff can run out of you. Then you’ll have a much better chance of catching!"

Mocha thanked her, as she stepped out of the swing chair, and changed places with her equally gorgeous twin-sister, Chocolate. She exchanged a few pleasantries with Sharon, who then swung her out over Randy, saying, "Good Luck, honey!"

Amanda quickly fitted Randy’s giant tool into her tiny, shaved pussy, nodded to Sharon, and loosened her grip on his pumping prick, as Sharon dropped the girl the full fourteen-inches of his thick, squirting shaft, in one fell- swoop. Chocolate was so un-nerved, she had to grab the sides of the fucking-chair, to steady herself. "Oh my God!" she croaked, looking back at Randy, " You have absolutely hit bottom! Jesus, I knew it was huge, but I didn’t realize it was THAT huge!"

As Sharon pumped the chair up and down, so the full-length of his glistening, veiny shaft kept ramming in-and-out of her, Chocolate squealed, "God, look at all of my juice, and your sperm spraying out of me when she jams my tight, little coozie down to the very root of your beautiful, shooting dick!" Amanda, realizing there was only one person left in line, and that they hadn’t even had to resort to squeezing his gigantic balls yet, let Chocolate ride-out a dozen more blasts of sperm, before she pinched Randy off, and nodded to Sharon that that was enough.

Seeing what was running down Chocolate’s long, lovely legs, and bubbling out of her still-trembling vulva, Sharon grabbed a Kleenex, and stuffed it quickly into Chocolate, thus stemming the tide. "Now go lay on your back, with your legs up in the air for an hour or so. You want to keep all those goodies you can, in there, if you want to get knocked-up!" Chocolate thanked her, and traded places with the last candidate for "Mothers Day".

Eighteen-year-old, Claudette, who was a friend of Tracy’s from school, introduced herself all-around. She explained that she was really here, to get her humpy cut, and his eleven-and-a-half-inch prick, made into a nice strap-on. But when she saw all the girls wanting to get pregnant, she said she’d always wanted to have a baby, but that her humpy had been shooting blanks, and she’d just had Tracy chop his cock and balls off, anyway.

"OK," interjected Randy, "Well, hop-aboard, and let's see, if I can get you fixed up! My wife’s figuring on lopping these goodies off today, anyway, for a strap-on. You may be my final implantee!"

"Jesus!", cried out Claudette. "Is she CRAZY? Why would she want to chop anything THIS gorgeous OFF?," as she squeezed the dripping glans, just ahead of where Amanda had his sperm pinched-off. "This is the most beautiful example of a cock, I’ve ever seen!"

"Well get in the chair, and fuck his brains out, sweetie," encouraged Sharon, looking at her watch.

"Yes, please ..." added Amanda. "My hand’s getting tired, and I can’t hold this stuff back forever!"

"Sorrrry," apologized Claudette, as she sat in the chair, positioning her bare, and now- dripping, pussy over the middle of the straps, and let Sharon strap her in. She was then swung out by the cantilevered arm, and aimed right for his engorged, throbbing rod. Sharon was getting good at this!

Amanda grabbed her shapely leg, and positioned her, right over Randy’s cock head. She nodded at Sharon, let go of his stiff, squirting prick, as Claudette slid down the entire fourteen-inches in one drop, with a huge grin on her face. After a couple of up-and-down pumps from Sharon, and the feeling of Randy’s continuously-ejaculating penis, deep in the bottom of her cunt, Claudette hollered, "Now this is what I call FUCKING! Christ, if my humpy could have done THIS, I wouldn’t have cut his dick off! ... Strap-on or no strap-on! Can I squeeze your fabulous balls, Randy? I want to milk them one-by-one, and feel your hot sperm shooting into me! I LOVE doing that, with my well-hung humpies!"

"Be my guest," answered Randy, with a big grin. "Squeeze them really hard! I love that!"

She reached down and took a testicle in each hand ... they barely fit in her tiny hands! She started alternately squeezing them, left, right, left, right, until she had a good, milking rhythm going, and she could actually feel individual sprays of cum, flooding her cunt, with each squeeze. He encouraged her to crush his nuts, harder and harder, as she milked them, which she did. By now the bulk of the sperm and her vaginal juices, were absolutely sloshing out of her pussy entrance, and running off the castration bench, onto the grass.

"‘C’mon, squeeze ‘em, baby, ... harder! Crush the sperm out of them!" By now she was squeezing them as hard as she could, as he egged-her-on, and she became afraid she might pop them, as her hands were pretty strong! "Harder!," he urged her. "Use your thumbs too!"

At this point, Sharon stopped raising and lowering the chair, and left it in the fully-down position, so that his long, thick cock was into her, to the maximum depth, as she watched what was going on, and wondered how much Randy’s nuts could possibly take. Claudette convulsed into a shattering orgasm, as her quivering vagina, milked his continuously-shooting prick. He felt her cumming, and cried out, in what must have been a mixture of pain and pleasure, as he kept urging her on. "Jam, your thumbs into the middle of my nuts, as you squeeze them. Look at all the sperm you’re pumping out!" As she kept cumming, she pushed her thumbs deep into the middle of the twin orbs, with all her might, when suddenly, everyone heard two sickening, explosive, "POP! ... POPs!", as both his testicles burst, and became formless mush in her hands.

"Oh, my God, Randy ... I’ve popped your nuts! ... I’m SO SORRY!," pleaded Claudette, as she stared down, at the form-less lumps in her hands, directly in front of the still-stiff and squirting, monster cock, imbedded into the bottom of her snatch.

"Jesus, that hurt!", blurted out Randy. "No, please ... don’t feel bad about that, honey! You did just what I wanted you to do! ‘Just what I ASKED you to do! I’m having them chopped off today, anyway, along with my prick, and I always wanted to know what it would feel like, to have a pretty girl bust my balls! Now I know! Hey, kiddo, you are one strong chick! I love it! Now you know what you can do to some nasty dude, who wants to get into your pants, when you don’t want to fuck him!"

"Ya, but still, Randy, you had such beautiful, big balls, which held so much delicious sperm! I’m SO sorry! What is your wife going to do now, for her squirting balls, in her strap-on?"

Tracy, who heard the two balls explode, knew just what had happened, and took a break from her guillotine activities, to come over to the bench, and see if she could help. She gave Randy a pat on his cute butt, and proceeded to console Claudette. "Listen, I did the same thing awhile-back, at the Authenticock castration offices. I was desperately trying to shove one guy’s second huge testicle, into the stretched, elastrator-band, when I used my two thumbs too hard, and BANG,... his whole nut exploded inside his scrotum, into a mess of spaghetti! ... Very much like you’ve got here!," as she took Randy’s sack up in both hands, and could feel the cords and ducts slide about, in a thick jelly-like mass. "‘Feels like tapioca!," Tracy added, helpfully. "But probably wouldn’t taste as good!," she contributed, with a grin.

Sharon decided she’d heard enough, and didn’t want her horny teen to get out of hand, as Tracy often could, and did. "Ya, well, we’re not going to taste it! A little dignity, here, Tracy, this man’s just lost his beautiful, big nuts!"

"Ya, but he’s next on my list to chop ‘em off, anyway!," responded Tracy. "Besides, you know from the tanners in Arizona, the last time I popped one. They said that as long as the tough, nut-casing is intact, they’ll have no trouble making the refillable balls. They have to scoop-out all those spaghetti-nasties, anyway!"

"Well, that’s true," answered Sharon, "But still....."

"Hey, skip it," interjected Randy. "She did just what I asked her to do! I always wanted to know just how it would feel, to have a good-looking gal, burst my balls, while they were pumping sperm up her twat, as my final fuck! And it was a trip! I loved it! Now let’s get-on with the guillotine! It seems like I’m your last customer of the day, Trace!"

At that, Sharon raised up the chair, as Randy’s still-rigid prick pulled out of Claudette’s well-lubed cunt, with an audible plop. As Sharon swung her over to the grass, Claudette's pussy was running like a faucet. Sharon handed her the usual tissues, and advised her to cork it up for awhile, and go over and lay on her back with Mocha, and the rest of the "mama-wannabees."

As soon as Claudette and the fucking-chair were clear of his still-erect penis, Tracy grasped him by it and led him over to the guillotine, followed by his wife, and the last of the ensemble, who were still here, in the late afternoon. Gloria had busied herself, properly string-tagging and refrigerating, all of the severed cocks and balls of the afternoon’s fun and games. Tracy had temporarily identified them with little conventioneers' sticker-tags, she’d found in the stationery store, which read, "Hello, I’m _____________________." These, she wrapped around each banded, stiffly-erect cock with a couple of wraps of a rubber-band. She thought they looked fine, and couldn’t figure-out, what Gloria was making such a fuss about.

Anyway, Tracy was tired, as she’d totally nullified thirty-some guys!, and it was time for her final gelding of the day, as she got Randy’s still-hard cock, double-banded. She didn’t see any purpose in banding, what was left of his balls! His wife, Anna, leaned down, and sucked the massive cock-head into her mouth, and bit into the shaft, which she knew he liked – similar to how he like his balls crushed!

The magnificent prick expanded to totally maximum proportions, and Tracy took the opportunity, to slide the banded-prong of the elastrator down to the last, fourteenth-inch, releasing the handles, and pushing the band down the final half-inch, stretching the skin like glass, and causing the bold veins to bulge out, like Anna had never seen them before! Anna used a sharp fingernail to pop the tiny band off the prongs, and deep into her husband’s now-doomed cockmeat. Tracy immediately followed with the second band, leaving only enough-room between the two, for the heavy blade to do its' work! Tracy held the back of his shoulders, and guided him in, to face the guillotine, strapping him to it. She then walked around to the front, tied the stretch-cord behind the hugely-flared head of his breathtaking prick, and pulled it out strongly, until the cutting-channel between the two little, green bands lined up precisely, with the great blade’s chopping notch. Then she wrapped the taut stretch-cord in several figure-eights, around the mounted cleat she’d devised, to hold these big cocks in place. Smilingly, she handed the trip cord to Randy’s wife, Anna, with the words, "What’s left of his sex life, is now in your hands!"

Anna grinned, looked Randy in the eye, and said, "Well, kiddo, it was nice while it lasted! The next time you see this beauty, it’ll be mounted in my new strap-on, with your big balls, all nicely restored, and ready to pump even more sperm into my girlfriends, than you ever shot today!"

At that point, all the hopefully-impregnated girls, Chocolate, Mocha, Claudette, Ginger, Trixie, and Irene, crowded around the final dismemberment, and pleaded with Anna to spare his glorious cock, so they could fuck him another day. But then Tracy pointed out the problem, as she reached under his tethered prick, and gathered up the bag of mush in her hand. "Don’t you see," explained Tracy, "His fucking days are over! His balls are finished! He won’t even be able to get it up! The best we can hope for here, is a nice big, squirting, strap-on dildo for his wife, some nice memories for you cuties, and, hopefully, lots of babies! Savvy?" The six girls then filed slowly by the front of the poised guillotine, and planted a big kiss, on the purple and chilling head of his wonderful cock.