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Jeff and Dennis first met at the State University. Attending the same English class their freshman year, they were immediately attracted to each other. Jeff, blond and brown eyed, had the smooth defined body of a dancer, and indeed supplemented his income as a male stripper at an area gay club on the weekends. Dennis on the other hand was dark-haired, with bright blue eyes. He was very athletic, into body building, and had won several local competitions showing off his remarkable physique. As mutually attracted as they were, it wasn't until Dennis saw Jeff stripping at the bar that they struck up a conversation. One thing led to another, and by their sophomore year, they were lovers and room-mates. As their extra-curricular activities called for hard, exercised, developed and smooth bodies, they spent a lot of their time together at the gym, watching each other perform, and oiling and shaving each others bodies. Nights were spent in each others arms in the extra large bed they shared. After college, things didn't go so well for the two graduates, and they found themselves paying their way by continuing their stripping and body building, with an occaisional nude photo session thrown in here and there. Jeff sometimes would pose for the human figuire studies at the college, and Dennis modelled underwear and jockstraps for mens underwear catalogs. They soon found themselves involved with the local underworld, especially as Jeff was still stripping at night and on weekends. The mob leader, Lorenzo M., took a shine to Jeff, not because he was gay, but because his son Frankie was. Frankie was infatuated with Jeff, and grew to hate and despise Dennis. He was always at the bar the nights Jeff danced, always shoving $20 bills in the pouch of Jeff's thong, and groping Jeff's substantial goods through the silk pouch. One night at the bar, Dennis came in to watch his lover perform, having spent a strenuous evening at the gym working on his incredible body. As he sat at a back table, Jeff danced and stripped for the large crowd that always showed up on the nights he performed. As usual, Frankie was at a front row table, his father's money and reputation assuring him the best of everything. He had had a few drinks before he was chaufferred to the bar, and had had a few since he got there waiting for Jeff to appear on stage. He was becoming very loud and obnoxious, whooping and hollering, spilling his drink, making a total ass of himself. Being the son of the local mob leader, the club owner could do nothing but pray the young guy would eventually pass out, and be driven home, the limousine driver being in the same boat, having absolutely no control over the kid. But Frankie was having the time of his life, groping the male dancers, and even the waiter who served his drinks. A lot of money was being thrown around, so the dancers considered a bruised dick or ripped g-string well paid for. At last Jeff appeared on stage, and began his routine. Recognizing the state Frankie was in, Jeff kept well away from him, tossing articles of his costume out of reach of the drunken young man at the center table. But Frankie was not to be deprived of what he had waited for all evening. As Jeff stripped off his satin shorts to reveal his silk thong, Frankie lept up on the stage, and grabbed for the bulge in the thong. Jeff went down beneath the drunk, there was a moment of wrestling and groping, then with a loud RIP! the thong was torn from Jeff's body and his big dick and low hanging balls fell down between his legs and were grabbed by Frankie in a crushing fist. Jeff grabbed at the fist threatening to wrench his ample manhood from his crotch and yelled in pain. Before the scrap of silk had been torn, Dennis was on his feet, wrestling his way through the crowd that was now on its' feet. He grabbed Frankie from behind and lifted him off Jeff and hurled him into the crowd, which parted to let the man crash onto a table and topple to the floor. Dennis tenderly gathered Jeff into his arms, and carried him off-stage, into his dressing room. Jeff was gripping his painful balls and crying hysterically. Dennis pulled his hands away and examined the sore genitals and then gently massaged them until Jeff began to calm down. The owner of the night club came in to see how Jeff was, and told them that Frankie had been removed by his driver, but not before shouting threats and retaliation to the club, the owner, and especially to Jeff and Dennis. He warned them that it might be better for them to leave town for a while. "We can't afford to go anywhere," said Dennis, "we can't even pay the rent yet." The owner thought for a moment. "I think I can arrange some special entertainment for Jeff in the next couple days. The money would be good, enough to get you away until this all dies down, and Frankie, and his father to cool off. What do you say?" Dennis looked at Jeff. "Do you think you could do one more gig? Are you up to it?" "I'll do anything to get us away from here." He said to the club owner, "If you can arrange it in the next couple days, I'll do it." The two lovers went back to their apartment, and waited for the club owner to contact them. By the third day they were thinking of just taking off, when the club owner phoned to tell them that he had set up a special performance for Jeff that night at the club. Jeff would be stripping for a special client who had booked the whole club after hours for a birthday party. This client had specificately requested Jeff to perform, and would pay $10,000! to the club owner. Jeff would get a cut of the money, enough to get them away for weeks. "Wear your white costume. He's seen that routine before, and especially liked it. OK?" "We'll be there at 1:00 a.m.," said Jeff. At 12:30, Jeff and Dennis showed up backstage at the club. The owner let them in the stage door and left them to get ready for the performance. They had left their suitcases in the car, to make an immediate get-away. "We'll take the money and run," joked Dennis. At 1:00, Dennis left to find a place in the audience, and the club owner announced that Jeff would now appear. As Jeff stepped on stage, the owner pulled him aside and told him that he would be stripping for a very important client. This man's friends had arranged the entertainment, and that they would be bidding for the items of Jeff's costume. When the highest price had been bid, Jeff would step down from the stage, and the "birthday boy" would personally remove the article of clothing from Jeff's body, then he would resume dancing. That was fine with Jeff. He wasn't sure just what to do for a single patron. The lights went up and Jeff stepped out on the stage. All the house lights were off, so he couldn't see his audience with the stage lights glaring in his eyes. The music began, and Jeff started to bump and grind. Jeff was wearing a white cowboy costume. White hat, white vest, white chaps over a white silk jockstrap, and white cowboy boots. As he danced and turned in the bright lights, first his bulging jock pouch quivered and jiggled for the audience, now his smooth muscled ass flashed from the straps of his jock and revealing chaps. From off stage the owners voice rang out. "What is the bid for that hat?" Many voices called out, shouting ever growing numbers from the darkness. There were many more men in the audience than he had suspected. When the bidding stopped, Jeff stepped off the stage and went to stand before the central table, assuming this to be where the birthday boy to be. After the bright lights on stage, he was nearly blind, but saw a hand reach out to lift the hat from his head. He smiled at his client, even though he couldn't see him in the dark, and returned to the stage. The boots went next, then the vest. Each time the hand appeared out of the darkness to remove the purchased item. As the hand removed the vest, it slowly carressed it's way across his chest, and paused to tweak a nipple, before dissappearing from view. Now down to his chaps and jockstrap, his bare ass mocking the crowd, the atmosphere in the room could be felt to get hotter. The bids were called out more loudly and eagerly. Jeff turned his back on the audience and bent over, exposing his tight pink asshole, and pushing his bulging jock pouch back between his legs. The room went WILD! His chaps sold for $5000, and he approached the main table to deliver them. The hand from the darkness could be seen to shake slightly as it unbuckled the chaps from around Jeff's waist. It brushed ever so lightly against the strained pouch of the jock. The fingers trailed across the soft silk, tickling the cock and balls held inside. Jeff laughed and backed away, then turned and clenched his ass cheeks as he strutted back to the stage. Now in his jockstrap, Jeff gyrated wildly for his audience, causing his manhood to bounce and jump in the strained pouch. The pouch would rise up and out and then he would thrust his hips down, the pouch flopping down between his legs to show a flash of pubic hair above the waistband. The crowd was getting really excited, several figures just visible in the darkness at the edge of the stage. Men had left their seats to get a better view. Jeff danced until he nearly threw his cock and balls out of the jockstrap, his body sweaty and shining in the spotlight. The soaked sweaty jockstrap was sold for over $15000. Jeff, breathing hard now, stood at the table, presenting the hidden hand with its' quivering, sweating prize. Both hands reached out to fondle the bulging pouch before grabbing the waistband to roughly jerk the strap down. There was a moments hush. Instead of a big dick and large balls tumbling into view, a tiny scrap of sheer white g-string appeared, the promised prizes clearly visible through the sheer sweat-soaked material. Jeff's cock and balls were so cramped and tangled inside the little pouch, one nut was on top of his cock. His wild gyrations had rearranged his carefully packed pouch. Jeff again laughed at the dark shape of his client, and returned to the stage. Now his wild moves could show their effect on his genitals as the little pouch was flung from side to side, and up and down, until his cock was flung out the one side of the inadequate pouch, and one huge ball finally tumbled out the other to flop and bounce against his thigh. The bidding and shouting was defeaning, so loud Jeff never heard what the last article of his costume sold for. He again came to stand at the center table, his big cock semi hard arcing over the top of the little pouch, his left ball hanging and twitching against his thigh, the other still trapped in the sheer pouch of the g-string. The hands appeared again from across the table, this time stroking his cock until it rose from his crotch and stood proud and erect in the glare from the stage. One hand reached down to take the hanging testicle and close in a fist around it, the other to tear the scrap of material from his waist, then grasp the second big ball. Thinking the show was now over, Jeff tried to back away from the hands gripping his balls, but they held him firmly. "The entertainment is just beginning," a low voice said from the darkness across the table. One hand released a nut to run through Jeff's pubic hair. For dancing, and because of the tiny pouches that hid his sex, Jeff shaved most of his pubes, but left a golden tuft of curls above his dick for Dennis to play with. As a body builder, Dennis shaved his body completely, leaving his big dick and balls to stand out from a totally smooth crotch.The hand plucked at the soft curls above Jeff's now softening cock. He was getting nervous now, but then Dennis was somewhere nearby, and wouldn't let anything happen to him. "What am I bid for this guy's pubic hair?", the voice called out. Jeff could now feel men crowding around him, more hands reaching out to grab at his curls, cock and hanging nutsac. A bid was called out. "DONE!", yelled the voice, and Jeff was dragged over the table to lie on his back, his legs pulled apart, and the ominous possessor of that voice came to stand between them. The house lights came up, and Jeff found himself facing Frankie. The room was full of men, all "soldiers" of Frankie"s father. Jeff looked around for Dennis, and found him nearby, tied to a chair and gagged, two men holding him as he struggled to free himself from his restraints. A violent wrench to his pubic hair brought Jeff back to face his attacker. Frankie held an old fashioned straight razor in his trembling hand. "You thought I wasn't good enough for you. You only loved that muscle-bound moron. Well soon YOU won't be good enough for anybody, and I bet your lover will lose interest in you soon enough." He grabbed Jeff's cock, and pulled it down between his legs. "First a little shave to prepare for what's to come." With a few quick strokes of the deadly blade, Frankie shaved off the little pubic hair that grew above Jeff's dick. "Now for my revenge on you and your lover. I promised to take care of your boss and his club, too, but he wisely went along with my plans, and helped set this all up for me. You think you're so hot! So special. That Dennis here will love you no matter what. Well let's see what he thinks of you NOW!!!!!!! Held by at least a dozen men, unable to move even his head, Jeff watched as Frankie grabbed his big hanging ballsac, yanked it away from his groin, and savagely slashed through the thin skin of his sac just below his now raging cock. His last load of cum erupted to fly across his heaving chest, and the remnant of his sac snapped against his crotch. Frankie held the lopped-off sac in Jeff's face, gripping the quivering bag in one hand, fondling the big balls in the bottom with the other. "Not so good now, are you? Let's see what your lover thinks." Frankie carried the trophy sac over to Dennis and began slapping him in the face with the severed sac of balls. "Is he still your perfect lover? Can you love him now? Can you even stand to LOOK at him now?" "YES!!!!!", shouted Dennis, "I'll ALWAYS love him." Frankie was stunned. He couldn't understand anything more than SEX, not even physical love. He came back to Jeff, the severed scrotal sac in one hand, the razor in the other. "Here's a little something to remember tonight by. I'll keep your balls and nutsac to remember you by," Frankie placed the straight razor on Jeff's chest, then cradling his trophy, he turned and left the room. His men released their hold on Jeff, and followed him. At first pulling his knees to his chest, and turning to lie on his side, Jeff tried to first deal with the pain, and then with the loss of his big sac of balls. But evevtually what Frankie had said got through to him. How could Dennis love him now? How could he even care, or, as Frankie said, how could he even stand to look at him again. He tried to think how he would feel if something similar had happened to Dennis, but the pain and shock wouldn't allow him to think clearly. Finally, holding his cowboy vest between his legs, Jeff staggered over to Dennis, and with the straight razor, cut him loose from the ropes that tied him to the chair. Dennis tore the gag from his mouth and lay Jeff back across a table, and pulled the bloody vest from between Jeff's legs. The wound was horrible. Where a magnificent sac of big balls once hung, there was now barely enough scrotal flap to close the dreadful wound under his cock. He would be completely smooth there for the rest of his life. For the rest of OUR lives, Dennis corrected himself, because now he knew for sure, the love he felt for Jeff depended on more than a fleshy flap of skin with a pair of balls inside. "Jeff, it's OK, it doesn't matter. I LOVE YOU!!!! Nothing can change that." "How can you love me looking like THIS?????????", screamed Jeff, snatching away the gag Dennis had placed between his legs to stop the bleeding. He grabbed his cock and pulled it up and spread his legs wide to show his mutilation in all its bloody horror. "Don't, you'll bleed to death if you don't stop. How could I live without you if you died?", sobbed Dennis. "I WANT TO DIE," raged Jeff. "You'll leave me as soon as you can. You'll HATE me. Hate the SIGHT of me. YOU'LL LEAVE ME." "I could never leave you. How can you say that. What do I have to do to prove to you that you're more important than anything else in my LIFE". By now Dennis was becoming just as hysterical as Jeff. Then he had an idea. The perfect solution. "Jeff. Watch me. Look at me." Dennis took off his coat and unbuttoned his shirt, and removed it. As he unbuckled his belt, he kicked off his shoes. He unbuttoned his pants, lowered the zipper, and pulled them down to his knees. With the straight razor he cut away his cotton briefs, and stood before Jeff in all his naked glory. His huge cock stood straight up from his smoothly shaven groin, reaching to tap against his navel. His big heavy balls stretched his sac halfway to his knees, swinging and swaying back and forth with his excited breathing. "Jeff, don't you believe me?" With his arms crossed over his face, Jeff shouted, "NO!!!!!!" Dennis grabbed his sac below his throbbing cock, squeezing his balls to the very bottom of his pendulous sac. "Jeff. Look. Watch me. See how much I love you. See how much more than a sac of balls you mean to me!" Jeff lifted his arms away and turned his head to Dennis. Caught up in his agony and misery, he had missed Dennis' strip act. Now he saw his beautiful lover standing before him completely naked, his big balls gripped in one hand, the very razor that had unmanned him in the other. Realizing what Dennis was about to do he struggled to rise from the table, screaming, "NO!!!!!!!!!!!!" As Jeff arched up from the table, Dennis drew the sharp blade of the razor through his own ballsac. In one determined slice his own living balls and sac came away in his hand. In his excited, dreamlike state, he didn't feel anything at first. But then the sight of his own balls hanging from his hand, and the empty sensation between his legs overcame him, and he collapsed sobbing to the floor. Jeff staggered to him, and they embraced and huddled on the floor of the club, their castrated bodies cruelly highlighted in the glare from overhead. They made it to the EMERGENCY room of the local hospital, where they were treated for their wounds. Released a week later, they retrieved Dennis' severed scrotum and testicles from the freezer of their apartment where they had agreed to keep them. If Jeff was to be a eunuch for the rest of his life, Dennis be would also, even though there might have been a chance of his sliced off organs being reattached. They made no charges against Frankie. His father ran the town, including the police department, but they did blackmail the club owner for half the takings of the "special entertainment". When he heard what had been done to Jeff, and what Dennis' reaction had been, he gladly paid up. Jeff and Dennis moved to the West Coast, and set up a gay run business, bought a nice house in Beverley Hills, and spend long hot evenings lying together in the hammock, stroking each other between the legs. They will be together always! |