I had an early and rapid puberty. At the age of 13 development of my height, voice, facial hair, muscles came upon me much faster than it did for most guys of my age. Along with the development of those male features the size of my cock and balls was beyond compare as I was soon to learn upon my first phys ed locker room experience in Junior High.

During my early teen years I was constantly horney but didn't quite know what to do about it except masterbate, a lot, which gave me frequent relief from my oversupply of testosterone. Eventually friendships led to companionship which led to an endless supply of sexual release with both guys and gals.

In the beginning it was my fellow phys ed locker room friends that helped me find sexual nirvana. Not all of them of course, but there were many. Each was in absolute awe of the length and girth of my cock and the massive size of my balls. My scrotum was very large and hung down very low due to the size and weight of my massive balls. My big balls were actually a problem for me if I did not always wear a jock strap inside or outside of my underwear.

Usually each sexual encounter in the locker room would be very quick when the coast was clear. In the shower, behind a locker, in a closet. My new found friends, each not knowing that there were other such friends, would swoon at the sight of my massive equipment. They would then jack off as they jacked me off. Nothing ever got hot and heavy as there was not much time.

As I moved on into high school my reputation preceeded me. It didn't hurt that I was six foot three, blue eyes, long wavy blonde hair, muscular, and tan. My physical features had enabled me to develop a very confident personality. And even though I was quite "cocky", my personality was not. I liked people and they liked me. This led to many wonderful coed adventures during my high school years. My parents, or someone's parents were always away. Numerous private adventures became group encounters, with me being the center of attention.

One thing that escaped my attention during those "formative" years of my life was one person who had an obsessive envy-hatred for me because of my good looks, large genitals, and many friendships. I was to soon learn of this person's existence and of their envious hatred of me and their intentions for me.

It was my second year in college. My free wheeling bi-sexuality had subsided quite a bit since I was serious about my studies and future degree and career. My friends were maturing too and most of them had developed paired relationships with each other. I had been so busy having many relationships that I never did settle down with one person. In fact many of my former friends tended to avoid me now as they wanted to put behind them the free wheeling sex of days gone by. But there were still a few women and men who would come around now and then for mutual sexual relief. I never need to seek them out; they always came to me. Life was good.

As a new sophomore I was still learning the ropes and spreading my wings. I had not joined a fraternity although several were seeking to add me to their roll call. Today was halloween and I had been invited to attend a major fraternity halloween bash. When I returned to my apartment on halloween afternoon I found in the mailbox a small envelope that contained a single card. "Notice: The location of the halloween party has been changed and is a secret. Transportation for you to the party will be provided. Be at the curb in front of your apartment at 9pm tonight." The mystery of this seemed in keeping with the fraternity and with halloween.

I had selected a batman costume from the local costume shop. At 9pm on halloween eve I was in front of my apartment dressed in my batman costume. A black limousine pulled up to the curb. The window rolled down. The driver asked if I was Steve; I said yes. He said your transportation to the halloween party has arrived. The driver was dressed in a very impressive vampire costume. He, or she (it was hard to tell) got from behind the steering wheel, left the limousine, came around to the other side and opened the door for me. It was obvious that this fraternity had money and was trying to make a very good impression on me. With no delay we were on our way.

The limousine windows were so dark that I could not see outside. But since the vehicle had a full bar, TV, DVD and surround sound it didn't much matter that I could not see where we were going. The limousine driver was separated from me by a window wall. I could not see or speak to the driver. I felt a little insecure being sort of trapped, not knowing where I was going or how long it would take. But it was after all halloween, so the mystery added to the evening.

I sat back and relaxed and enjoyed all of the amenities of the limousine. Most of the DVD's in the limousine were porno; straight, lesbian, and gay. I selected one of the straight porno DVD's, made myself a cocktail, sat back and relaxed. We had not traveled too long until I started to feel tired, sleepy. I had a long day and the trip was so relaxing I didn't think much of it. I never noticed when it was that I fell asleep.

When I awoke I was completely naked and tied to a table. Wherever I was I could hear nothing. My eyes were covered with some type of material and I could not see. My mouth was gagged so that I could not utter a sound. At first I was groggy, then confused, and then frightened out of my wits. Yes, it was halloween, but what kind of a fraternity was this anyway? I had not done any research on them; my mistake. Perhaps they like to go overboard for halloween and give their prospective members the shock treatment before joining instead of doing an initiation after joining. So I tried to temper my fear the best I could. I felt very groggy and my head throbbed with pain. I guessed that some strong drug to knock me out had been added to the limousine bar drinks.

The cool dark silence went on into the night for awhile. I don't know how long I laid there, naked, my legs spread apart, my arms outstretched, completely unable to move. This only added to my anxiety. I didn't know where I was, what time it was, or what was going on.

At long last I heard a creeky door slowly open, and creek slowly closed. The thud and echo of the door closing added to the drama of the moment. Obviously this was part of the scary halloween experience. Whoever was doing this was doing a good job of frightening me. I was looking forward to this being over so that I could get on with joining the party. I most certainly didn't appreciate being drugged or stripped of my clothes or being tied to a table. But the kind of people I had gotten to know over the years would not be hesitant to do something that was sexual in nature to scare me.

I could hear someone approaching me from behind. Their shoes settled firmly, noisly, on the hard surface floor. My head was so tightly bound to the table that I could not move it. My arms, body, legs were also so tightly bound to the table that I could not move anything but my fingers. As I lay there I felt someone touch my cock. I was getting very uneasy at this. They started to massage my balls, and then my cock. Fearful though I was, I still rose to the occasion. What I didn't know at the time is that this would become a routine that would be repeated several times over the next few hours. With each masterbation session I could tell that my semen was being collected into something. It became very apparent that someone was stealing my sperm from me. For what purpose? Was I at the mercy of some woman who wanted to carry a baby made from my sperm? Or perhaps their intent was more insidious and they would sell my sperm for a profit? I didn't know. I didn't really want to know; I just wanted out of there. But I could not move, could not budge. I had been kidnapped and I could do nothing about it. It now occured to me that I was not at the halloween party. I had been tricked and had been intentionally kidnapped by someone for some demented purpose.

Whoever was doing this to me knew how to get me aroused. Even though I tried to hold back, my efforts were futile. I was an oversexed young male and even in my fear I could not help myself. It was difficult to estimate time but I guessed that about once each half hour my captor would return, get me erect, and take another sample of sperm from me. Eventually, even for me, the well finally ran dry. I was hopeful that at last I would be let free. That was not to happen soon.

When they could no longer get me erect with a hand job they used their mouth. After some effort on their part this did again achieve their desired results, and I spewed more sperm into the collection dish several more times. Finally I was so exhaused, so drained, so spent, nothing that they did would get me erect. It was at this point that I looked forward to being set free and it was at this time that things went from bad to worse.

They grabbed my ball sack and twisted it around 180 degrees, squeezing my balls and sending me into a pain driven agony. They beat my balls, squeezed them, bit them, did every sort of unimaginable thing to my balls. And then they left. I could hear their footsteps on the hard floor as they walked away. The door creaked as it was opened, creaked as it was closed, followed by a thud.

My balls had been twisted, beaten, drained of their sperm and I still lay there naked, helpless, at the complete mercy of some demented person. Anger and fear penetrated every cell of my body. I heard the door open and close again. I heard footsteps and what sounded like some wheels moving across the floor. Soon I heard a noise that sounded like some kind of electrical equipment but I could not make out what it was.

Then I felt the stabbling pain of something, a needle, being jabbed into my left nut. It was removed and the same jabbing pain entered my right nut. I felt a burning sensation in both my balls and in my groin. Within a few minutes I could feel my captor pulling on and squeezing my balls, but I felt no pain. My balls were numb. More fear. What had they done to my balls. What was going on.

I felt some tubing on my stomach and leg. The machine started to make more noise. I could sense something being inserted into my left nut. The machine made more noise. Something was being done to my testicle but I could not tell what. It occured to me that my testicle was being removed, although it didn't quite feel like that was happening. After a short period of time the same thing was done to my right nut. Something inserted, the machine made noises, somethingi removed.

I felt another needle being jabbed into my arm. Soon, I was asleep again. When I awoke I found myself fully dressed in my costume, lying on a sidewalk. I was so groggy I couldn't get up. I wasn't thinking clearly. Soon I did manage to realize that I was outside of my apartment. I staggered towards my apartment door. Thankfully I lived on the first floor. I found my apartment keys in a pocket of my costume, opened the door, and started to enter. As I opened the door a note fell from the edge of the door to the floor. I picked up the note and entered my apartment.

I started to get my wits about me but my head was throbbing painfully. I got out of the costume and laid on my bed. I fell asleep.

The next morning I felt as if I had experienced the wildest nightmare of my life. I remember going to the halloween party but remembered nothing of the party, that is until I went to the bathroom to take a shower. As I undressed I saw that my ball sack appeared to be empty. My balls were gone. But no, that can't be, there were no bandages, there had been no surgery. I had no pain, but I had no balls, It was then that I remembered being tied to the table, the ejaculation sessions, the ball pain I had endured, some strange process being carried out on my balls. Then I remembered the note that was on my door last night. I rushed naked into the bedroom to get the note.

On the note were the words: "Thank you for the great memories. You know me, but you will never know who it was that gave you many tricks and some treats last night. The tricks: Thank you for your sperm. Your DNA will father many children. Hopefully the boys that are born will be as magnificently endowed as you were. Yes, were!

The Treats: Medical suction equipment was used to suction out the contents of your balls. Although your ball bags are still within your ball sack, they are completely sucked empty and flattened. You are without functioning testicles. You will never again be able to get an erection. I have injected a nerve killing fluid into what is left of your testicles, into your scrotum and into the base, glans, and skin of your penis. The effect of this is that your genitals will be permanently numb. Your penis will be flacid the rest of your life. Even if you do take testosterone replacing drugs to regain some of your sexuality your penis will never again rise to the occasion and you are permanently sterile. As the effect of being without testosterone takes place your penis will begin to shrink. In a few weeks you will have a ball sack and penis that is smaller than mine. I will never again have to feel envious towards you or your genitals.

Happy halloween Mr. Hollow Weenie."