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I met Candy in the grocery store of all places, I was shopping, but she was showing. She was showing off all of her feminine attributes. Candy knew what she was doing. Half the men in the store were following her just to get a peak at her. Her perky breasts bounced along as she walked and when she went down the frozen food aisle, her nipples plumped up and hardened. I couldn’t take anymore. Being bold and brass I walked up to her and started talking. After about ten minutes she agreed to meet with me and gave me her phone number. We went out for dinner and she drew me into her lair. She was a temptress and I was her prey. Candy was in her late thirties, but you’d never know it. She kept herself in great shape. After our third date she invited me up to her apartment. Things began slowly and then quickly our clothes started flying. But just before I was about to mount her, Candy stopped me suddenly. She told me, “I will give you all the sex you want for a whole year, you can come over at any time day, noon, or night. I’ll do anything you want, no matter how kinky. You can tryout your wildest fantasy on me, but...” I interrupted her, “I’ll do it,” I told her. “But you haven’t heard what I want in return,” Candy replied. “What do you want, a million bucks?” I laughed. “No,” not that much. Then what do you want Candy? If I can give it, I will.” “Are you sure?” Candy cooed. “Yes,” I’m sure I said. “Now tell me what it is you want?” “I want this,” Candy said, taking hold of my dick. “You want my penis?” I looked at her with questioning eyes. “Yes, I want your penis.” Puzzled, I asked her, “How do you mean?” Candy put on her seductive face and said, “I mean I want to cut it off of you so that I can have it for my own. I want to have it mounted and placed on my wall. I want to show it off to all my women friends.” I laughed and said, “Will it hurt when you cut it off?” “No it won’t hurt; at least not for long,” Candy smiled. Then she took my swollen member into her mouth and started to suck. “Alright, alright,” I said. “You can have it Candy,” so long as I get all the sex I want for a whole year!” “You got it,” she said. Then she pulled out a legal contract stipulating that she got my dick after one year of free sex. I had no real intention of giving her my dick. I planned to tear up the contract after the year and leave. So I signed it knowing I would never honor it, that’s what I thought, that was a year ago. Now I’m tied to a chair waiting for Candy’s next move.
I never thought about time and I thought that Candy & I had had such a great relationship that she would never expect me to honor the contract, but I was wrong. Just a day after the year with her was completed, I asked her for sex and she encouraged me to come over as usual. I suspected nothing. We had great sex, I went to sleep, but woke up extremely groggy sitting in this chair. Candy had duct taped my mouth and had bound me so tightly that I couldn’t move at all. My crotch was exposed and my legs were spread open wide. Candy had shaped away all the hair on my genitals. I was completely bare. Candy walked in carrying several shiny items, one was certainly a scalpel. One item looked like a strange set of pliers. She also had bandages, peroxide, towels and an olive jar. Candy looked me in the eyes and said to me, “This was our agreement, remember?” Then she held up the contract that I had signed. I tried to tell her not to do this, but my words were mumbled. Candy knew what I was thinking and trying to say, but she told me, “You agreed and there’s no getting out of it!” I tried to fight and kick, that’s when Candy stuck me with a needle. In a few moments I was feeling really good and I started to relax. I really didn’t care about losing my penis. I was still conscious and heard Candy say, “You won’t feel much of anything, so I’m going to talk you through your castration and penectomy. Candy began, “I’m going to put band your dick and your testicles separately, first your scrotum and testicles.” Candy took the strange pliers and picked up a bag of little green worms, that’s what they looked like. She took one worm and put it on the tip of the pliers. Then she squeezed the pliers and the worm opened up. She put this green worm like thing about my sack and balls. Then she put on another worm or band and put on another one. “There! you’re banded! Now I’m going to cut them off or should I use my small animal guillotine?” Candy said out loud. “Guillotine, and you can help!” Candy left momentarily and came back with another strange looking item. “This is it!” she told me. Holding it up in front of me she said, “What you do is push the scrotum & testicles through this opening and then pull down on the handle and off them come! It’s quick and easy.” “Ready to try?” Candy smiled and maneuvered the small guillotine in between my legs. Then she pushed my banded bag through the opening. “Now look down, can you see?” she asked me. Candy was holding a mirror to help me see. I looked over to the left and nodded that I could see. I don’t know why I looked, curiosity I guess, but when she saw that I could see, she pulled the handle and my bag & balls flew up into the air and plopped onto the floor. In my woozy condition I could barely gather things in with my mind. Candy helped bring the reality of it up to my face. “Here they are sweetie, your bag & balls. Don’t they look strange being separated from you? Well there mine now and I’ve got a new home for them.” Candy turned, grabbed the olive jar and stuffed them into it. It was a strange site and I wouldn’t be able to grasp it fully until after the drug wore off. But I didn’t have time to think about being castrated; now Candy was after my dick. First I’ve got to run this thing into you.” Candy took hold of my erect penis and threaded a catheter down my urethra. When she got down past where my testicles once hung, she stopped. “Now I’ve got to poke a hole through the bottom of your unexposed penis.” With that she took a huge knitting needle, pushed down the hose that was in my penis and without saying anything, she jabbed it through. I couldn’t see anything but even in my woozy condition, I felt it. Candy said, “That was easy,” and laughed. This will help you to heal and pee after I cut your penis off. Cut your penis off. Does it bother you when I say that? Cut your penis off? I wonder what goes through a man’s mind when he realizes that his precious toy will soon belong to someone else, a woman like me. But don’t worry, you aren’t the first. I’ve got a collection, your penis is the sixteen one I taken. It’s not the largest, but not the smallest either, it’ll fit well, right in the middle of my case. I really love my collection,” then Candy smiled at me with a strange wry smile. She picked up the pliers and loaded one of those green elastic worms onto the tip. “There,” she said and pulled my erect penis toward her. She pushed the pliers and green worm over the tip of my penis and moved it all the way down to the base. Candy slipped the green worm off with a slight snap and it constricted the flesh of my penis to the point where I couldn’t even see the band. Then Candy put on another green worm and pushed it off above the other one. Now my penis was double banded. “Well, that’s it. Now it’s time to take my next trophy. Candy maneuvered the small guillotine in between my legs and pushed my penis through the opening. She called out to me, “Can you see?” I sat forward and told her I could. Instantly Candy slammed the handle down and my dick, my penis, snapped off. It flew up into the air, much further than my balls. Candy watched it and caught it in mid-air and yelled out, “Got ya!” when she caught it. “That was amazing,” wasn’t it? “I’ve never caught a flying dick before!” Candy laughed hard. “Want to see what your penis looks like now that it’s cut off? Here!” and she shoved it in my face. After a few seconds Candy took my penis and as I watched she sucked it into her mouth. She was still the seductress and she wanted me to see this. Then Candy took off her panties, opened her vagina with her fingers and took my still erect penis and pushed it in. “Wow,” it’s like a dildo now. You can’t feel it, but I can. In and out she pulled it until she started to get excited. She fell to the floor still using my dick to pleasure herself with. After a few minutes she screamed, exploding into a huge orgasm. She pulled herself up holding onto my knees. Looking down as she stood up she said, “Oh my gosh, you’ve got a stump erection,” and sure enough I did. Candy giggled. “Boy, I could have had another ½ inch,” then she giggled even more. That was fun and delicious. “Oh, where’s my penis?” Candy said to herself looking around. She couldn’t find it. All at once she reached between her legs and pulled it out! “Whew,” thought I’d lost you, and then she kissed it! “Where’s my olive jar?” She reached around and picked up the tall olive jar. Just as she was about to put my penis inside of it she looked at me with a wicked look and then tilted her head back. Like feeding herself some grapes, she opened her mouth and dangled my penis, her penis over the opening, then she sucked it in, watching me for a reaction, but I had none to give. I was an emasculated castrated penectomized sexless eunuch, the only feeling I had was sadness. Noticing this, Candy plopped my dick into the jar, filled it with vinegar and closed the lid tight! Then she poured the peroxide over my wound and called 911. Candy waited until the paramedics arrived and that was the last I ever saw of her over my precious penis & balls. Fortunately I did find a dominatrix who took me in as her pet. She likes eunuchs and has several. She has never castrated a man, but she wants too. Any takers?
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