Party Box: Amanda's Birthday

Girls just wanna have fun!

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Party Box: Amanda's Birthday - by WB Pine


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    It was Amanda's birthday and her mother arranged a party, 
inviting all of her friends. These girls attended the same fine 
school as Amanda and were trained in proper manners and etiquette. 
Each wore a brightly colored party dress and short white gloves, 
befitting a proper lady. 

    Amanda's mother wore a white blouse, a blue floor length pleated 
skirt and white kid gloves. After refreshments the girls chatted and 
played parlor games. It was an absolute pleasure to serve such 
polite and well bred young ladies, and Amanda's mother found herself 
enjoying the party as much as the girls. 

    Amanda's mother announced that she had a special surprise, and 
led the girls into the next room. Amanda and her friends gasped when 
they saw that Amanda's mother had gotten them a Party Box. 

    Each girl knew what a Party Box was, but never dreamed they 
would ever see one, since it was usually reserved for the very 
wealthy or well connected.

    "How did you..." Amanda began, barely containing her excitement.

    "Oh, I have my ways." Amanda thanked her mother and gave her a 
big hug. 

    The Party Box stood eight feet high with angled mirrors on the 
front and sides, giving the illusion that the box was empty. Inside 
a male was securely bound and gagged with only his penis and 
testicles exposed through a center padded panel. The angled, 
overhanging lighted mirror above the panel served two purposes: 
firstly it gave everyone a clear overhead view of events while the 
girls played, and secondly, being a one-way mirror, it gave the male 
inside a clear view as well, while keeping his presence out of the 
festivities. Indeed, he could make no motion or sound detectable 
outside of the sturdy box. Out of sight, out of mind. 

    Amanda's mother had cut off the scrotum and musculature, leaving 
the bare testes to hang freely by their cords. She had also plugged 
the urethra at the head with epoxy, just beyond the slit.

     "Now girls," Amanda's mother said, "everything here is 
perfectly clean. Nevertheless, you are all proper ladies and should 
only touch these with your gloves. I urge you to avoid any kind of 
cutting, otherwise you can do whatever you want. And remember to 
play nicely and take turns." She gave the penis a quick double 
squeeze in her kid glove and left the Party Box to the girls. 

    Amanda the birthday girl was the first to approach the box. She 
took the penis in her glove and gave it a good squeeze, smiling at 
the feel. Then she took the balls in her glove and rolled then 
around. Her best friend Patty joined in, squeezing and stroking the 
shaft in her gloves. Both girls laughed while they played. The other 
girls joined in, each taking their turn touching and stroking, 
giggling at the feel of cock and balls. It wasn't long before the 
penis swelled and became erect. The girls were shocked, and Amanda 
spontaneously slapped the head of the penis. After a stunned silence 
the girls all started to laugh, and Amanda started playfully 
slapping the penis again and again. The other girls got excited 
about this new game, and each took turns slapping the penis and 
balls. Patty took the game a step further by clenching her fists and 
punching the head of the penis repeatedly, sending it left and right 
like her own miniature punching bag. All the girls squealed with 
delight and eagerly waited their turn to "work out" the penis. The 
playful punching, slapping and fondling continued for some time, and 
the penis grew rock hard. 

    The play took a new turn when one of the girls took off her 
shoe, grabbed the shaft in her fist and started pounding the head 
with the heel. Thereafter the girls started punching in earnest, 
often cupping the head in one hand and mashing it with their fist. 
Bruises appeared along the shaft and the balls became swelled. One 
girl took a pair of hardcover books and slammed them together on the 
head. Another girl found a wooden ruler and slapped the penis and 
testicles sharply several times. Two girls brought in an ice cold 
drink and steaming hot tea. As a third girl held up the penis, the 
two dipped the balls into the liquids, the right one in the cold 
drink, and the left one in the hot tea. In spite of all this no 
sound or any other sign of life emanated from the box. 

    Amanda turned to Patty and said, "Remember my science project?" 
    "Yeah...YEAH!" Amanda and Patty both left for Amanda's room. 

   While they were gone the girls continued with their play. Two of 
them had a finger flicking war with the balls, often bouncing one 
ball off the other. Another girl took to squeezing the head in both 
gloved hands while another slapped the underside of the shaft with 
the wooden ruler. Still another whipped the head and balls with a 
fly swatter. 

    By the time Amanda and Patty returned the penis and testicles 
were well broken in. The battered penis had gone limp but a little 
glove work brought it back to life. In no time it was stiff and 
straight as ever. 

    Amanda and Patty brought with them a glass jar covered with a 
rubber membrane with a slit cut into it. Inside the jar was about 
half a dozen hungry mosquitos. The girls giggled and let Amanda and 
Patty at the penis. Patty held the rigid shaft while Amanda 
carefully slipped the slit over the head. One mosquito landed on the 
tip as soon as it poked through and immediately drilled into it and 
drank blood. Amanda pushed the head all the way in and soon the 
remaining mosquitos feasted on the engorged head. Amazingly the 
penis grew even more erect, and Patty, still holding the shaft, told 
everyone that it was hard as a rock. One by one the bloated insects 
flew off leaving a raised welt in its place. Amanda slipped off the 
jar, carefully leaving the insects inside, and examined the bulging, 
welt covered head. "Those mosquito bites look awfully itchy," Amanda 
said, then started to gently blow on the head and rub the welts in 
her glove, twisting the head like a bottlecap. Suddenly the penis 
started to throb and vibrate. The slit opened in a silent scream and 
the epoxy plug was struggling to pop out. "He's coming!" Amanda and 
Patty both shouted at once. All of the girls got a feel of the 
throbbing cock, gasping and giggling at the hardness of it. With 
nowhere to go the pent-up sperm kept the penis rigid. 

    "OK girls," Amanda's mother said. "One of you gets to take home 
a prize." Each girl picked a marble out of a bowl and held it out of 
sight. When they each had a marble they all revealed them. Every 
marble was black except Patty's, which was white. Amanda's mother 
made a double tie-off on the cord of the right testicle, then gave 
Patty a pair of delicate scissors. Patty gripped the testicle in her 
glove, stretched it out, and applied the scissors between the two 
tie-offs. 

 -- SNIP -- 

    Patty held up her prize for all to see. The girls clapped and 
cheered, and Patty allowed them to pass the severed testicle amongst 
themselves.
 
    "OK, now the birthday girl gets to make the final cut." Amanda's 
mother double-tied the left testicle and handed the scissors to 
Amanda. Amanda grasped the testicle in her glove, stretched it, and 
applied the scissors. 

 -- SNIP -- 

    Amanda displayed her prize as the girls renewed their cheers.

    Amanda allowed the others to touch and hold the severed 
testicle, and one girl held the pair up to her ears like earrings, 
sending the other girls into fits of laughter. 

    "And now for the piece de résistance," Amanda's mother declared, 
bringing out a miniature, penis sized guillotine clamped to a small 
table. The blade was heavily weighted on either side and spring 
loaded to compensate for its short travel. The girl's squealed in 
unison, never dreaming they'd have this much fun. Amanda's mother 
moved the guillotine up to the Party Box and inserted the head of 
the penis into it, locking the stock just behind the ridge. "Girls," 
she said, "don't stand right in front. Make two lines on either 
side." The girls complied, craning to get a good view. "Amanda," her 
mother said, "stand right here and when your ready, pull the cord." 
Amanda took her place and held the blade's release cord in her 
immaculate white glove. She pondered her next action, glancing at 
her friends. They all nodded enthusiastically to her and made 
pulling motions, smiling in anticipation. Amanda planted a kiss on 
her gloved fingertips and touched them to the tip of the penis, then 
with a big grin she gave the cord a firm yank. The spring loaded, 
razor edged blade launched itself towards the helpless penis and 
cleanly lopped off the head into the miniature basket, continuing 
below the shaft without losing any momentum. Blood and pent-up sperm 
ejaculated from the cross-sectioned shaft and intertwined like a 
liquid candy cane, shooting across the room right in front of the 
girls and splashing audibly along the floor. At once the girls 
cheered and applauded at the display while the sputtering shaft 
shrank and receded. Amanda stood beaming with pride, and picked up 
the disevered head from the little basket and held up the cut end 
for all to see. Amanda's mother waited for the flow of sperm to 
subside before tying off the shaft. Later she would stitch it 
closed, making for a properly bobbed eunuch. 

    The girls spent the rest of the party chatting about the fun 
they just had, and Amanda declared it to be her best birthday party 
ever, while the other girls dreamed of having Party Boxes of their 
own.

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Other stories by WB Pine:

Wesley's Undoing
Cheerleading Scholarship
Todd's New Role
Bart Simpson Gets The Burdizzo