Pencil Dick

By: Littledick.

My story begins when I was eighteen years of age. My best mate Dale and I joined a shearing gang and had worked a couple of sheds with the group as trainee wool classers for five years. The group was made up of twelve of us including Dale and myself. Dale and I grew up together and more than best mates. Dale has a body like an athlete; he is five-foot eleven inches tall with muscles on muscles. Where it counts Dale supports a nine-inch thick cock with two plump low hanging balls that I just love to suck on all night. As for me I am six-foot four-inch’s tall, a scrawny twenty four-inch waist. I have a hairless boyish body not forgetting my juvenile cheeky looks. I get my nick name from my eight inch pencil thin uncut cock that just stands up when erect and doesn’t get much thicker either. Two medium sized balls hang underneath in a long floppy almost hairless sack. Dale screws me daily and I just love the way he pounds my bubble butt depositing his cum in me with great enthusiasm. I then spend much of the night sucking his hairless nut sack. We had been caught a couple of times screwing by some of the others but nothing was ever said about it. We were sure some of the others on the team were screwing around as well. There was a bit of tomfoolery during the day with a bit of grabbing crotch and patting of butts around the place but that was about all.

Things heated up when one Friday night when I got caught having a good old wank out the back in the dark. I jumped when one of them spoke and shot cum all over him. Before I knew it I was grabbed by several of them and dragged into the shearing sheds. Dale was already standing there waiting for me when they dragged me in.

My long thin lily-white cock was still hanging out of my shearing jeans swinging like a pendulum on a clock when the rest of the guys came in. They all made jokes of my pencil thin cock as it swagged around as I moved. Till now the guys called me by my real name, Alan, it was only Dale who called me “Pencil Dick” but the guys caught on and I have never been called anything else since. It was Dale who said that I was going to be punished for getting caught wanking. With that the guys stripped me threw me on the wool classing table and held me down. The clippers came out and my few long pubic hairs were brought down to size along with my underarms. The clippers were run over my head before I knew what had happened. Whilst the clippers were being run over my head something hot was smeared over my shortened pubic hair and when I managed to see they were pushing cloth strips into the hot wax. So they managed to get my head finished whilst I was looking at the wax and they ripped off the hair by dragging each hair out by its roots. They did my whole body including my butt and arse hole with the wax from my neck down. They took great delight in waxing my cock and balls especially when they put the cloth on and tore it off, the look on my face must have been priceless. So every hair, piece of down and bum fluff was torn from my body. Then they lathered up my head and brought out the cut throat razor and shave my head completely with it, leaving it like a bowling ball, they even took my eyebrows.

A bucket of cold water was thrown over me and several guys started licking my head with their tongues which sent me into a spin. My cock jumped to attention and I thought I was going to blow a load, I was that turned on, pre-cum was flowing out of my dick like a river. Then they began rubbing some thick gooey cream all over my body both back and front not forgetting the block and tackle and my butt particularly my boy pussy entrance. It didn’t take long for me to get itchy all over. In fact the itchiness became quiet intense and felt like it was burning. I asked Dale what they were doing and his reply was just making sure you never grow body hair and to permanently get rid of the few hairs you have around the place now. You’re going to be as smooth as a baby’s bum for the rest of your life, not even bum fluff. With that they all laughed hysterically.

After what seemed like hours I was thrown unceremoniously into an old tank of cold water as I tried to get out I was hosed off and seize again and tied up bent over the wool-classing table with my legs stretched as far apart as they could get them. My arms tied out in front of me across the table and a rope around my waist to the edge of the table through the bars that make the top of a typical wool classing table. I was going absolutely no where, my ass exposed to the world and my cock and balls hanging vulnerably and defencelessly out in the open between my legs. A hose was thrust up my butt hole and pushed a fair way up. My cock stood up and twitched as they kept on pushing the tubing. It wasn’t long and I felt my bows begin to fill with what ever fluid they were pumping into me. I was ordered not to let any of the fluid to leak back out of my butt or they would get the whip out and give my butt the flogging of its life. Whilst they were pumping the stuff in my butt, someone else tied some weights to my balls and once they had them tied in place they dropped the weight and the weight hit with a jolt and I thought they had ripped the cords to my balls out of my body. All the time the pressure was building in my guts and my stomach was extending as well. They kept reminding me if I spilt any they would flog my butt mercilessly. I though my butt was going to self-destruct when they finally pulled the tubing out ordering me to still hold it all in. I struggled to hold it and was sure that I had sucked my own butt cheeks up my ass trying to hold my ring shut. I wasn’t sure just how much longer I could hold on.

Sweat poured off my brow as it became harder and harder to hold the fluid in as my guts began to cramp up. I wasn’t sure if it was sweat or I was starting to loose the battle holding the tide in when I could feel something running down my legs. All I know is that I was tiring and my eyes were gripped shut along with my teeth that were more than firmly clenched shut trying to hand on for dear life. My butt was nervously vibrating and it was getting impossible to hang on, the order was given and I was allowed to release my grip on my ring gear. I am sure my guts exploded and I blew my ring gear clean into the next century. It felt like ten gallons of stuff flew passed my ring before the last few drips and squirts came out. A hose was put on me to clean me up before the tubing was pushed back up my backside and I was filled again.

Then I was filled for the second time, I was again told to hold it in. The order to let go soon came and I push the fluid back out. Once they were satisfied I was nice and cleaned out they cleaned me up and I was able to air dry by the warm breeze that was blowing through the shearing sheds. Dale began forcing lubricating grease up my butt with his fingers. When he was satisfied that I was nicely lubricated the whole team got to screw me. Each of them shot his eager and full hot load up me. All the time my weighted balls swung between my legs. Dale was last to screw me with what they called sloppy lasts. As he ploughed my butt he nibbled on my right ear lobe. He grunted profusely in my ear as he delivered his hot steamy load deep within me. No sooner had he finished a large dildo was forced up my rear chute and tied into place stopping it or me from pushing it out. The guys all disappeared leaving me alone tied to the table. I could hear them outside but I was unable to hear what they were saying to each other. They were out there for some time mucking around with something but I was unable to work it out.

Without warning they all returned. Dale and several others appeared before me to distract my attention. I didn’t notice that a couple of them approached from behind me, until my right butt felt like it had caught fire and I screamed for all I was worth. They all cheered as they once again came behind me. The pain I was suffering increased as they all took turns pissing on my burnt butt check. I had never felt anything like this before in my life. Once things settled Dale told me that they had branded me with an “S” on my butt for sex slave. The boss informed me that anyone could use me when they wanted and that they were going to do more modifications to me later. I wasn’t able to do much for the next couple of days as my butt hurt too much. I was able to get around a bit on the Monday and the guys told the farmer I had a bit of a fall over the weekend but I suspect he worked out what really happened. My branding eventually healed and was red and well raised and you could see the raised shape through my jeans. Several of the guys used me quite frequently and they all reckoned that I was a good root. Dale continued to screw me daily and we continued sleeping together. I was made to wear ball stretchers all the time and my balls had stretched several inches over the period of several months.

The next station we worked was a very large place and we were going to be there for five or six weeks. It wasn’t too hard to work out that the Boss had the hots for both Dale and I as he treated the two of us like we were his sons. He and Dale were screwing me every day now. The two of them would often put me over their knee pull my pants down and spank my butt especially over the branding. The two of them were often seen sitting together and talking about me. One day the local Vet came out and it wasn’t long before the three of them got together and discussed a number of things. It was more than obvious that they were discussing me as they kept looking at me or pointing at me and smiling. As evening fell and we were having our meal I noticed how I was surrounded by most of the team. The moment the meal was finished I was grabbed and taken to the shearing shed, stripped and tied to the classing table on my back. Dale stayed with me as the others disappeared for some time. Dale simply said that I would enjoy what they are going to do to me, but he didn’t tell me what that was before he placed a Hessian bag over my balled head.

An hour passed when the Vet came in and injected some stuff around my scrotum and a couple in my cock after he made sure my legs were up in some stirrups that they had made up and that they were firmly tied in place. I could only guess what they were going to do, weather it was to cut my balls off or even cut off my pencil dick that I loved to play with. I would have to wait to see just what my fate would be. Dale wasn’t giving any clues away either as we had both discussed body modifications at length in the past with each other. I didn’t really care as I had always seen myself as the bottom or slave in our relationship or any I had been in. Being used was what I longed for deep down. I was always the happiest when Dale and others were either screwing my arse or fucking my face. The rest of the guys gathered round as the Vet then brought out his workbag with all his instruments in it. I could feel them tugging at my cock and balls but I could not make out what they were doing. The Vet worked away for a good hour or more before he cleaned up, to the ohs and ahs of the guys as they watched him. I still had no idea what he had done as I could not see anything and was unable to tell anything from what I could feel either.

Dale removed the Hessian bag and kissed me several times as they untied me and helped me to my feet. I felt something strange tapping my legs as I moved but could not make out what it was. Once I was on me feet I was stood in front of a full-length mirror. It took a moment or two to focus on what I was seeing in the mirror.

There before me in the mirror was a reflection of my balls, my two purple come grey oblongs now exposed and dangling freely on their life giving cords a couple of inches well bellow the bottom of the sack that they once live in. Yet at the same time I could still feel weight tugging in my scrotum. Dale told me that I now have two heavy surgical stainless steel balls now occupying my marble bag. He went on to say I would have to get used to them clinking and clacking away when I moved. He laughed as he went on to say that I now really had balls in the true sense, not fleshy oblongs like the rest of the guys. A “000” gauge three inch in diameter shiny silver ring had been stuffed through the head of my slender eight inch pencil thin cock. My cock had been circumcised as well now leaving the head fully open to the elements and for all to see, no more hiding the head Pencil Dick Dale touted. They also told me that my cock didn’t work any more when it came to pissing from, or pulling as it had been blocked and some nerves cut in the base of it. I now had a hole just behind my marble bag and butt hole. I would have to sit like a girl to pee and I would either piss over my marble bag or my exposed nuts, probably both every time I had to go. Dale said my cum would come out the same hole and lubricate everything and run down my legs. I was sore and a bit stiff and had to take it easy for a few days and the stitches would be removed in a week or so.

I couldn’t get over the sight of my real balls dangling on the outside of their sack hanging there for all to get too and as the Boss said they could easily be chopped off, especially if I got caught wanking my useless dick again. I know I have cum several times in my pants as I worked from the sensation in my nuts alone and when they bounced and hit the balls in my sack. In my pants a nut would often slide down each leg and rub on the material. A couple of times they would get caught and end up getting pulled stretching the cords as I moved. Some nights as the Boss and Dale screwed me they would clip weights on each nut, as they wanted them to hang way past my knees before they chopped them off once and for all.

It was almost twelve moths since my balls had been exposed and dangled away on the outside of their once protective sack. I was grabbed by the guys after work and stripped and tied spread eagles between some posts. Dale said today boy we are going to dingle your dangles once and for all time. In other words they were going to cut my dangles off, as my exposed balls had come to be known. We are going to do it with no pain killers so you know they are definitely carved off and gone. I hadn’t cum in months and they weren’t going to allow me just one last experience either. I felt them tie something around each cord just as they exited their old nut sack. The Boss and Dale came around front and showed me the hand shears they had sharpened to do the job. The two of them went behind me and sloshed antiseptic over the cords, sack and shears. The Boss went first and he selected my left nut. I felt a sharp strong pain that lasted only a moment or two before I heard the thud of the ball landing on the wooden shearing shed floor. Dale said my turn and picked up the shears, and took hold of the right ball cord and placed it in the shears and slowly squeezed the handles not wanting to hurry, but to allow the pain to be felt just a little longer. I tensed as the pain started and kept building and grunted till the pain stopped just before my right nut hit the floor below and joined its brother. The place erupted as the guys cheered and as I unexpectedly shoot my last load of cum all over the place as my last nut got cut off.

Suddenly I screamed as a red hot poker was applied to the ends of each cord on the back size of my marble bag now carrying two large heavy surgical stainless steel balls that would not make any cum but just continue to stretch my marble bag to ridiculous proportions. The Boss announced Pencil Dick the Eunuch to the applause of our work group. To celebrate we had a party whilst I was retied over the wool classing table and screwed all night by the guys over and over.

My balls were preserved and mounted on a trophy with their long cords still attached. The trophy was always on display in the bunkhouse for all to see. An engraved plaque nailed to the trophy reads, “These balls are here but Pencil Dick’s butt is there for the screwing!” And that’s the way it has been for a good ten years or more now. My butt sees lots of action and I am extremely happy.

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