The Making of a Cockless Whore

   A follow-up of the story, A COCKLESS SEX SLAVE, which I wrote, 
this is about a new slave on Cutter's sex farm whose cock is removed 
by the use of a PA wand... and leaves him with not even so much as a 
stub.  It also leaves him with an ever hornier passion to provide 
services to men who want a manpussy to fuck... which services Cutter 
sells and for which each whore receives the privilege and the honor 
of being in Cutter's stable.

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THE MAKING OF A COCKLESS WHORE
I had long fantasized losing my cock and now that I was a member of 
the slave team on the sex farm, it was finally going to happen.
We serviced men who came to Al's farm for the best in erotic 
entertainment.  I served with the team in the hot ass barn where men 
who want boy- and man- pussy came to ram their cocks up hot male 
asses, anxious, ready and waiting for them.
There were those who wanted guys who had no cocks, but still had 
their balls, because they knew they were the hottest.  Their ever 
flowing stream of testosterone being produced by cockless balls 
meant that they were more passionate each moment than the last and 
that the only relief they could ever hope for was from the fucking 
massage of their prostate.  With no cock there was only one other 
kind of release possible -- a device used on sheep to force an 
ejaculation, using a prod and an rhythmic electric shock.  Cutter, 
the owner of the sex farm, possessed the device, but it was a very 
rare treat when he permitted us such a forced orgasm.
I had volunteered for this barn and tonight the removal of my cock 
(not my manhood, please understand, just my cock.  My manhood was in 
my balls and they would remain.)
All lubed the PA wand that had been custom made for my dick was 
ready for insertion.  Surely you know what a PA wand is.  Having had 
a Prince Albert, a chrome rod had been constructed just the size of 
my penis opening -- the urethra.  It was about 8 inches long.  Al -- 
Cutter's real name -- slipped the slippery tube into my 8" prick and 
gently pushed on it as it slid up into me.  I was erect already, 
from the joy of Al's hands caressing my member, so the tube was 
ready and almost ate the wand as it slid toward the back of my cock.
Once in, the screw knob that fit the end of the wand -- in effect a 
stopper to restrain piss from flowing through the pee hole in the 
wand and out the end of it  -- was in place, he screwed another knob 
through the PA hole on the underside of the head of my penis, into a 
hole in the wand.  This anchored the wand in place.  I would stay 
put.
Now, Al reached for the elastrator and hooped a loop of the nylon 
tie material around my cock, pushing it hard up again my body, 
forcing the fullest length of my cock through it.  There would not 
even be a stub when this was over.  My cockless crotch would forever 
after require squatting to pee.  Al tightened the cord around my 
dick and it began to swell.  Tighter still, as I felt a twinge of 
discomfort. Not pain.  And my cock began to increases its 
sensitivity.  It wanted to cum.
Al was a generous and thoughtful man.  "Would you like to cum, one 
last time, through your dick," he asked, smiling.
"Oh, God, yes," I declared, hot and passionate from the handling and 
the tied off cock.
Al unscrewed the knob at the end of the wand to make it possible to 
cum full bore.  Then he lubed the head of my dick and with a 
twisting motion, began to massage it.  Constant massage of the head 
of my dick had always been the most exotic thing you could do to me. 
 He was gentle, but tight in his grip.  I felt the passion building 
in my groin.  My balls ached to divest themselves of one last load 
through that hard cock, now even harder because of the wand and the 
elastrator band.  I could feel the stirring erotic sensations in my 
whole body.  I began to twitch.  My cock throbbed.  The juice in my 
balls had started its inexorable trip cockward.  Suddenly, like Mt. 
Vesuvius, I erupted, throbbing, thrusting, grunting, screaming, 
howling, groaning.  I squirted farther than I had ever squirted 
before.  Probably three feet out in front of me.  And there followed 
at least five more spurts, each one traveling a slightly shorter 
distance, but even the last squirt landed 6 inches in from of my 
exhausting dick.
   When he had cleaned the end of my cock, he returned the shutoff 
knob to the end of the wand, kissed me gently on the lips, and left.
   I was free to removed the knob at the end whenever I wanted to 
piss.  In the meantime the cock with the wand shafted at it core, 
was dieing.  Blue, then black and blue, it swelled and became 
senseless.
The next day Al returned and with rubber gloves tugged gently at the 
now deceased penis.  It easily pulled loose from its moorings.  He 
slipped it off the end of the wand and all that was left where my 
cock had been was the glistening chrome wand.  The wand, of course, 
had to be removed for their was nothing, now, to hold it in place.  
As he pulled it forward the elastrator band came with it and there 
was nothing but a hole where my cock had been.  As promised there 
was no stub.  Al had pushed the elastrator band to sight against my 
groin that the entire cock was taken.  Just a hole remained, with 
the end of the urethra there to carry piss out of my body.  I bled 
only a little.  The band had been so tight that in the process of 
cutting through the flesh, it had held it tight like a tourniquet.  
 It was a clean, almost bloodless, penectomy.
Now the only active sex organ I had was my man pussy. What had, 
until recently, been my asshole.  I had already been in the practice 
of keeping a butt plug in it to insure that it would be a pussy and 
not an asshole.  It remained soft and pliable and easily penetrable 
by a hard cock.  With the aid of lubrication it was a male pussy.  A 
mancunt.
I would now be part of Al's stable of cockless pussy men whose anal 
openings were available to service those who wanted to fuck a man.  
A man whose passion had only been increased by the last fuck and 
would be increased even more by this one.  A man whose ass would 
swivel and sway and hump back upon a hard cock, hoping always that 
this horny man would fuck long enough to drive my prostate into 
frenzy that would dump a load of cum out of the cockless hole I had 
between my legs.
One of the most pleasant things about being a cockless whore is that 
most men want to fuck me on my back so they can get a glimpse, from 
time to time, of my cockless crotch.  It means that I often get some 
tongue, some licking, some kissing.  It's wonderful.  It drives my 
passion even higher so that some nights when I go to bed, I really 
want to stay up and take another and another and another cock into 
me.