Five short stories, with five very different ways to loose it all. None of these are true. This is my first castration story so enjoy and feel free to use these idea
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1 That old Black Magic.
Bike racing was his passion and women were the rewards. He could get
any woman he wanted because he was Biker Mike. He always treated
them nice until they made him choose between biking and them, no
woman was worth giving up biking. It was fun, it made him well known
and it let him get any woman he wanted. Of course you and I know
that mike has made a dangerous mistake, he insulted and then forgot
about hundreds of angry women.
Now I could list them all and tell of each individual pain
suffered by each but we both know what this story is about. So let's
concentrate on the one woman who counts, Paige Cabal (roughly
translated, secret page. groan :] ). A beautiful woman just old
enough to drink and the object of many a fantasy. She looked like
the culmination of millenia of work on the human form. Some of the
best features of every race and ethnicity were melted together to
form a vision of perfect beauty (purpsely vauge, my ideals are way
differant from yours; trust me [yes they are human females of adult
age, wise ass. But lets just say that women don't come in that
particular color or have quite such an alien form.] And half the fun
is picturing her for yourself).
Paige had been so excited when she met Mike, she had dreamed fairy
tale dreams about meeting someone as handsome and charming as him.
She almost sqealed with delight when he hit on her. She did some
squealing of a differant kind when she got drunk on their second
date but the next morning was a very differant situation. They had
an argument, he made it perfectly clear she was delusional if she
thought she was worth him giving up racing to settle down with her.
We all know how it feels when dreams are pulled out from under
us, and most of us can do nothing but get pissed off. Well as you
probably guessed Paige is not like the rest of us, and not only did
she have her dreams destroyed and her virginity taken by someone who
practicly did this for a living she suddenly knew the pain of every
other young girl to fall for this prick. But as he left her on the
bed with a fairly large physical bruise to match the emotional
bruise, she began to plan how to make that prick fall for all those
women.
Now one thing I should have told you about Paige (if I wanted
to spoil the story in the begining) is that along with the best
looks of every race and creed she had the best of all their magical
heritage as well. (Dun-Dun-DUUUUN).
So as Mike went off on a week long bike trip Paige began her
work in the middle of the living room floor. First she boiled some
bees wax with a touch of bloody until it had a nice fleshy color.
Then she cast a spell as the wax cooled. and finally she too a lump
of the wax and affixed one of mikes hairs, from the shower drain
(EEEWWW), ontop of it. The lump of wax assumed the form of her
intended victim almost instantly. Smiling she picked up a peice of
nylon thread.
Mike was a little uncomfortable on his bike seat as his groin
felt like it was being pinched. But being a man about it he ignored
it and continued on his trek along a abandoned California highway.
It took a good half hour before the pinching stopped but it was
replaced by a mild numbness throughout all of his genitals. Then he
remembered hearing that some men have a similar problem from time to
time if they do a lot of biking. But hey that Lance somthing or
other had a kid and he does a lot of riding so it can't do any real
damage. Still he should talk to his doctor abot it during his
appointment next month.
That night at his hotel when he went to empty his bladder
before bed he was disconcerted by the fact that the only way he knew
he was holding his own penis was that his fingers felt it, but it
didn't feel his fingers. Mike woke up and showered quickly before
heading out on his bike. He decided to contact his doctor as soon as
he got to his destination. He was bothered by the same problem
throughout the entire day, and it concerned him so much he pedaled
two days worth of travel before he stopped at midnight. He no sooner
got to his room then callapsed on his bed into a deep sleep. When he
woke up he looked at the clock and realised how much he had worn
himself out he was asleep for over eighteen hours. He ached
everywhere and decided that a long hot shower would soothe the aches
of the day before.
As He climbed into the shower barely awake he felt the water
blast his skin with its needle like streams of water, and that woke
him up. And it also reminded him of one part of his body that didn't
feel the water at all. Looking down at himself he was shocked to see
a shriveled black mass of flesh dangling between his legs, reaching
down he touched it but felt nothing. Paniced he flicked it but still
nothing, finally he smacked it. This time somthing happened, but he
still felt nothing as he stared in total shock at his disembodied
manhood resting in the shower drain.
Paige had an orgasm as she watched the dolls member fall off
leaving the small expanse of smooth unscarred flesh behind. She
could see the real deal in her minds eye as well, and got a wicked
idea. Taking the little wax gonads up into her hand she walked over
to a candle and placed them just under the lit wick, and masterbated
as she watched them melt.
Mike in his shock just stood still for so long that anyone
watching would think his a statue. Then he snapped to and convinced
himself that he could just stick it back on and everything would be
back to normal. As he began to reach down to pick up his severed
genitals he halted in shock again as they began to melt and oozed
down the drain.
From miles away a little girl on a playground heard his girlish
shreek.
Paige sat in her bed holding the doll, she removed the hair
from ontop of it and crumpled it into a ball. The neutering was now
perminant. This thrill her so much that she began to write to people
she saw on the news. Ones accused of rape and murder but who got off
on technicalities. She would say that she thought they were good
looking and wanted to have a lock of hair. Each of these people soon
found strange things happening to them, a few who ended up in jail
found their torment even more terrible then castration. Strangly
they appeared to be normal men accept for their obvious lack until
they were surrounded by fellow prisoners with no guards within
sight. Their bodies would shift and reform, always into beautiful
women to entertain their freinds. After these adventures in
nightmares she would always revert to her castrati self in time for
the guards to see nothing wrong. What could they do no one would
beleive him if he told.
Meanwhile Paige had found all of mikes past victims and they
formed a new club, writing to convicts and some who where on trial,
for locks of hair. They did make sure that they researched their new
freinds very well, they didn't want any innocents to get hurt, they
wouldn't even consider destroying somone elses fairy tale dreams
over a case of mistaken identity.
2 Big mistake that I don't regret.
Becoming a fake eunuch wasn't what I had in mind when I did this but
thats how it turned out.
It all began when my freind returned from europe and told me about
some of the programs he had seen there. Apparently we Americans are
a bit prudish, the things he mentined were a teenagers dream. But
one item stuck in my mind, a proceedure some men do to themselves.
Apparently men can use a proceedure similar to that used by some
body modificationists who wish to increase the size of peircings.
But these men used the technique to enlarge their urethra. He told
me that he heard that some men made their urethra so big that
another mans penis could fit into it, we laughed at this but two
weeks later I began to try stretching my urethra. And it worked, I
don't know why I was doing it, I am not intrested in other men but
the idea of an opening big enough to fit somthing into seemed like
such a turn on. Well it took a long time but I soon could fit my own
finger into it. Then I thought of somthing, and sure enough it
worked. I was able to turn the top half of my penis inside out. Well
with practice I soon got it to turn more then 90 percent inside of
my body. Then one night for the first time I decided to try and go
all the way. First I pushed my balls into my body so I looked like I
had no balls, then I started. It was easy to get it into the 90
percent spot like before and then I theld my breath, and began to
push the rest in. I was so turned on that it was getting hard and
even more difficult to invert, when suddenly with a pop it
completely inverted deep into my body. The root was further back
than I had thought and my penis was now farther in my body then I
had expected. As a matter of fact even my scrotum was pulled up
leaving nothing but a puckered hole on the outside of my body. It
felt so good but looked so strange, I decided that I should get it
back to normal. But I couldn't get a hold of anything to help me
pull it out, I tried for the better part of an hour but couldn't
even get it started. I figured I would have better success when I
wasn't hard anymore, so I thought I get my balls out while I waited.
Yep you guessed it the inversion had plugged the hole but good, they
were stuck too. I waited and waited but fell asleep before I
softened again. When I woke up the next day I remembered trying to
gouge out my manhood the night before and looked down it was still
stuck, and worse the effort to get it out had caused some swelling.
I couldn't even get my finger in. I couldn't pay attention in
classes all day and found sitting to pee very uncomfortable. It took
two days for the swelling to go down but still I couldn't get it
out. I couldn't tell anyone cause they would think I was some kind
of pervert. So It was nearly a year before anyone found out, and it
was my doctor who saw it. By then I had grown kinda used to it and
even gotten an (vibrating) electric massager for myself to enjoy
orgasms with. I'm still fully functional but don't look like a guy
down there. Of course my doctor thought it had been surgically
removed (no visible scarring) against my will. Which removed the
'pervert' fear from my mind. He suggested three options one male
hormones to keep me developing like a man or I could go without
hormone or remake myself into a girl. Well I went no hormones for a
long while, but it was a lonely way to go. Luckily I had a small
soft build to begin with, so all I required was a boob job and a
little cosmetic surgery (nip, tuck, chisel and suck) to complete the
illusion of femininity. I actually looked better than some of the
other girls in school, but I have to watch what kind of exercise I
do; I still produce testosterone and bulk up pretty fast. And good
news, sex is even better when your with another girl. She knows the
truth but says I'm girl enough for her, and against all odds I'm
soon going to be a father. (Hey there still there there just hiding,
but my sperm count is very low.)
3 (quickies) Tube trick.
Magic can be fun but it can also ruin your life. I got these little
magic tricks at a yard sale when I was younger. My favorite was one
where you could take a cucumber and put it in a tube so that each
end stuck out just a little. Then with a twist the tube seperated in
the middle. I used to love that trick but it took me so long to
figure out how to get the cucumber back together. Well I finally got
it to work and was showing some freinds how it could be broken in
half and then put back without any sign of damage. They loved it,
and joked that I should use it on my little sister only not put her
back together. I still had no clue how the machanics of the trick
worked but even if I did, I had no clue if the devision would kill a
living creature. But over the years I developed a kind of solitaire
truth or dare game. Shave every hair off your body or tell your mom
you masterbate, so I was completely hairless for a while. It was
always kinda a rush to do something this weird or have to tell
someone your deepest darkest secret. Well one day I decided the
ultimate dare was to use the tube on my genitals or to ask the girl
I had a crush on to marry me. I did what any teenage boy would do, I
used the tube. I mean the tube can be put back together but a broken
heart can't. So I slid the tube on to me and pulled my dick and
balls out the other end (and boy was it a stretch). Then with a
quick twist and a pull I was hold my manhood infront of my face and
watching it get hard. I was turned on but I was also kinda freaked
out. I tried to put it back together but I couldn't get it to work,
and then the unthinkable happened. The tube was twelve years old and
made of cheap metal, and I was so frantic. Well the tube broke and
my genitals dropped to the floor, and I felt them hit. Both parts of
the tube just came off now showing smooth skin on both ends. I
picked up my dick in shock and it started to get hard again. And
thats how it happened. Oh I still keep it in my pants, and with some
creative use of superglue can even have some pretty good sex. But If
you only knew some of the adventures this has caused, maybe I'll
tell them to you some time.
A cold day of hell.
I was always a weird kid but that night was just too weird for me.
Some college buddies of mine were getting together to play a weird
game of poker. Each person wrote down a strange dare and used it as
betting chips. The winner gets to choose one of the dares for the
looser but nobody knows what the dare cards say (we fold them in
half) and only the writer and the winner see it before the looser
get to do it or have all the dares forced on him. To make it even
more wild we made a rule that said that all those who fold (and
avoid loosing) have to drink a shot of tequila. Needless to say it
was a short trip to rip roaring drunk. And several of the dares had
become crimes, like stealing Liquid Nitrogen from the Chem Lab. Most
of us couldn't even read our cards anymore but we played on. At one
point the bets got weird and sexual. And then came the hand that
only the devil could have dealt. My best freind lost the hand with a
pair of aces (I mean what are the odds that four others would get
better hands then a pair of aces?). But Mitch won and man oh man did
he pick the worst dare of all.
"Put your dick in the liquid Nitrogen."
And of all the times to refuse he chose the one where everyone had
picked a form of genital torture as a joke thinking that no one
would pick their dare.
I still feel guilty to this day. Mitch grabbed my buddy Dave and
held him down. The first dare he picked up was pour tabasco sauce
into his urethra, and did he ever scream. We just watched as Mitch
drunkenly carried out the next card tie off his dick and balls with
a rubber band and use the vacume to fill it with as much blood a
possible. Man I have never seen a dick that swollen and purple in my
life. The third card read soak your dick in rubbing alcohol and
light it on fire, girls don't even shreik like he did. Then Mitch
read the next to last card, and brought over the liquid nitrogen and
submersed Daves genitals into it reaching just short of the rubber
band. Ignoreing Daves wails of agony Mitch read the last card to
himself. He left the room breifly and moved Dave back to his chair.
Then with a sudden move that surprised us all Mitch drunkenly held a
nail against the head of Daves frozen solid dick and swung a hammer
at it. We all knew Mitch was too drunk to aim well but still we had
no idea that it would happen like this. The hammer missed by a mile,
at least it missed the nail. Have you ever seen a rubber ball thats
been dipped in Liquid nitrogen shatter like glass. Now picture four
suddenly sober men standing around an unconcious man with only a few
frozen shard of his manhood left infront of a rubberband turniquet.
Out of guilt for writing the dare to nail someones dick to his chair
I called the hospital and swept the shards of dick into a jar of
preservative (an earlier bet). We never saw Dave again but he wrote
us to tell us he understands that no one meant it to go this far.
All of us have quit playing the game, accept Mitch. He now plays one
on one dare poker with the new girl, I think her name is Dana or
something starting with a D. Which is kind of Ironic since it was
Mitch who destroyed a man whose name started with a... oh my god!
(Screams heard in the background)
Nuts and blots.
Shrinking potions are great fun, if your carful. I wasn't and man do
I ever regret it. I got the recipe from my grandmother. The first
thing I did was go to the gym and take a drink infront of the girls
lockerroom. I squeezed under the door and witnessed one of my
boyhood fantasies. The second time I used a longer lasting dose and
made the worlds smallest smoking pipe from a splinter of wood. The
thing I learned the second time was that I was going to need a mini
toilet if I was going to stay small for so long. I built a tiny one
from a thimble and a tiny hexagonal nut. The next time I shrank
myself down for a entire day and built a tiny model house that was
simple but nice (I precut all the peices earlier so they just needed
the detail work done to finish). I had to go to the bathroom again
but I wasn't sure if I should wait for another thirty seconds to
grow and use the big one or just go now. My body opted for now, so
as fast as my little legs could carry me I was on the the toilet. As
I sat on the toilet doing my bussiness I examined the smoking pie
from the day before and realised that it wasn't very good. For
starters even the shrunken me couldn't fit my finger into the tabaco
hole so... Wait a second, I could yesterday. Oh man I was growing.
Suddenly the toilet seemed way too small, I tried to stand up but
the seat came with me. The tiny hexagonal nut was snuggly wrapped
around my genitals and getting tighter by the second. Quckly I
waddled to the house to get my miny hacksaw. But it was no good, my
hand was already as big as the nut and growing by the second. Soon
the pain was too much and I crumpled to the ground writhing in
agony. It took ten eternally painful minutes for me to reach my full
size again and when I did I strugg