The Party

Story of a man who suddenly finds himself at a dinner party where 
he becomes part of the entertainment.  His cock and balls are 
removed to the delight of the guests.

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I awoke from my dream with a start.  I was at first confused by
waking up in bed when I could not recall going to bed.  Vaguely I
could hear music and laughter.  Where was I and why am I in bed.  

I threw back the covers and moved to a window.  Looking out I saw
that I was in a room far up from the beach.  Shrugging I turned to
the door which I couod tell by the outline of light around it.  The
hall light was apparently still on.  Moving closer, I turned the 
knob
and opened the door.  The hall was lit by low-level lighting enough
to see but not very bright.  I began to step out when I noticed 
that I
was completely naked.  Stepping back into the room, I found the
lights and turned them on.  My clothes were nowhere to be seen.  I
walked to the closet and opened the door.  Everything was neatly
hung inside.  I chose a robe since I didn’t recognize anything 
else. 
Outside the closet I found a dresser and opening the top drawer, I
found shorts neatly folded.  How odd!  They seemed to be in a range
of sizes.  I selected a pair that fit me and slipped them on.  Then 
I
returned to the door and went out into the hall.  

The music was loudere now and occasionally I heard a shout mixed
with the laughter of many people.  Moving quickly down the hall, I
turned to face a long staircase.  Looking down I saw what appeared
to be a group of about 50-60 people in various stages of dress or
undress.  Some were dancing while others simple stood around
talking.  I slowly descended the stairs and as I did, a tall and 
quite
attractive woman walked quickly to the foot of the stairs.   She
smiled and greeted me by name.  “How nice that you are awake.”

I took her hand and shook it.  “Come you must meet the others
before the show starts.”  And she led me into the crowd.  Again,
through the music, I could hear muffled shouting or was it screams. 
I listed but heard nothing as I was led along.  The woman stopped at
a small group of men and women who were completely naked.  As
she introduced me to them, I happened to look down their bodies
and noted with shock that one of the men had no cock or balls.  In
fact, he was smooth as his female escort.  For some reason this
aroused me.  I nodded at each person as I was introduced and shook
their offered hands.

One couple began to chat with me as the others began moving off
until only the three of us stood together.  “Well, I’m glad you 
could
make it.  This is going to be a very entertaining evening,” said the
woman.  “Oh, yes, it certainly will be,” agreed the man.

I shook my head and said, “I hope you won’t think badly of me but I
am very confused.  I have no idea how I got here and I don’t even
know where here is.”  

The couple smiled at me and nodded.  “You are at the Heywood
estate located just outside Santa Barbara, California,”  explained 
the
man as though that would mean anything to me.  

“I’m still not sure why I’d wake up here,” I said.

“You mean you have no recollection of how you got here?” said the
woman in amazement.  

“Not a clue,” I replied trying to smile.

We stood for a moment in silence as the music reached a creshendo
and again I could hear a cry from somewhere in the house.  A long
drawn out cry.

“What was the sound,” I asked.  “It sounded like a cry or a scream.”

“It was,” said the woman matter of factly.  “Part of the
entertainment at the Heywood estate is to torture a victim purchased
for that purpose.”  

“What did you say?” I asked incredulously.  “You mean some poor
guy is being hurt for the fun of this crowd?”

“Why yes,” said the man.  “Only it’s not a man; it’s a woman.  The
man will be put on display shortly.”  then he smiled and looked
briefly at the woman with him.

Now I could distinctly, a long howl which I recognized as pain.  

“But we are being such poor hosts.  Would you like to watch the
entertainment?”  said the woman taking my arm.  “Come on.  It’s
this way.”  The man moved to my other side and took my arm.  I
walked albeit unwillingly between them as they kept up a cheerful
banter while leading me to the kitchen.  As we got closer I could
hear the muffled screams partially drowned out by the music.  

As we entered the kitchen, it was impossible to see anything
because of the crowd of people there.  Now the shrieks were
continuous.  Occasionally some applauded.  The woman began
touching people on the shoulder and asking for them to make way. 
They parted for us to see what was going on.

A lovely woman lay spread eagle on a large wooden table.  Her
arms were pulled above her head and her hands were nailed to the
table.  A naked man and a woman stood beside her.  The woman
blocked my view at first so I couldn’t see what they were doing but
suddenly the woman on the table strained and bucked.  Several
watchers shouted in encouragement as the woman moved aside to
carry a rod to the kitchen range where she placed it on a larger
burner.  Now I could see what was happening.

The man was carefully removing what appeared to be a fish hook
from a container.  He took the woman’s nipple with a pair of pliers
and pulled it out from her body stretching it over an inch in 
length. 
The woman shrieked as he pulled it then tiled her head back as the
man pushed the hook through her extended nipple.   Several other
hooks had already been inserted.  The naked woman returned from
the range carrying a rod glowing a dull red.  She carefully placed 
it
on a metal holder as she began to tie strings to the hooks in the
woman’s nipples.  

The woman next to me whispered, “This woman on the table is one
of our guests and these are her hosts.  They won the right to do 
this
to her and she agreed to let them.  We usually buy our guests from a
dealer but this woman decided she wanted to experience the
entertainment first hand.”

The male host was busy tying the strings to a chain dangling from
the ceiling.  When both had finished, the man pushed a button, a
hum eminated from the ceiling and the strings began to rise.  As the
strings were pulled up they began to tighten on the hooks in the
nipples.  The strings continued to be tighted and then pulled the
nipples.  As the strings pulled the nipples higher, the woman on the
table began to shriek and buck on the table.  As they tighted 
futher,
the first hook, ripped free of her nipple and one by one the others
pulled out as well.  The woman dropped back to the table with a
thud and hooks dangle above her with bits of torn flesh still
embedded in them.  The naked host standing beside her grabbed the
hot iron and quickly jammed it against the torn nipples.  A sizzle
sounded as the iron cauterized the torn nipples and a smell of
cooking flesh filled the room.  The guest screamed as the iron
seared her flesh.  Some in the audience sighed with pleasure at such
a sight.  

To my amazement I could not take my eyes from the woman nailed
to the table.  Suddelnly I felt a hand massaging my crotch.  I 
looked
down to see the woman had opened my robe and reached into my
shorts.  I looked at her and noticed she was smiling.   “I see you
enjoyed this entertainment,” she said.  I simply stood there as she
fondled my rigid cock.  

I hardly  noticed that the woman was removed from the table and
lead away.  I did see that many were taking her hands and
nurmuring something in her ears.  She was smiling!

“Everybody,” shouted the woman who was fondling my cock.  “I
want to introduce our next entertainment.  With that she turned to
me and pushed me forward.  “He’s quite hard from watching our
last guest.  And I think he’s ready for to entertain us.”  The crowd
began to applaud.  

I felt the robe being removed and I made no effort to stop it.  The
man and the woman who had led me to the kitchen now and led me
to the table.  The man took a pair of scissors laying on the table 
and
cut my shorts off.  The woman indicated that I should get onto the
table.  

Suddenly I remembered.  I remembered being taken from my tour
and spirited off to a prizon-like building where I spent a long time
in sessions brainwashing me and preparing me to be a victim.  With
that I sighed as I lay back on the table and extended my arms above
my head.   My hosts picked up hammers and large nails.  Before I
could resist, each placed the sharp point of the nail against my 
palm
and slammed the nail through my flesh and with two more swift
blows drove the nails into the wood.  I screamed as they pounded
the nails home.  Then my naked hosts smiled and chatted as they
discussed what they would do to me first.  

I looked at the man and asked, “can I make a request?”  

“Of course, we like it when the gues participates.  What do you
want first?  

I swallowed and smiled.  “Could you castrate me first?”

“bravo!” said the woman.  “I love to take a man’s penis.  Especially
this one.  It’s so hard and long.  Do you have a preference as to 
how
we cut it off?”  

“What are my choices?” I asked.  

The man smiled and held up a saw, a carving knife, a pair of garden
shears, a linoleum knife and a rather strange-looking box.  “What’s
the box?”  I asked.  “It’s the latest device in castration.  We 
clamp it
around your cock, push a rod down your hole and push a button on
the side.  A set of rotating blades takes your cock off very 
neatly. 
I’d like to recommend it as I have no experience with it.”    

“Have you done this before?” I asked.  

“Oh yes, several times but with the shears and linoleum knife.  The
box leaves almost no penis at all.  Usually my wife does the
castration and this would be my first with the box.”  

“Then let’s use the box,” I said.  The man smiled and moved closer
to put the box around my cock.  Once in pesition, he moved the two
halves together and closed them with a click.  The woman handed
him a narrow rod which he placed in my hole and gently began to
force it in.  At one point it met resistance and he gripped my cock
and pushed harder.  I could feel the rod driving in and stiffled a
shriek.  Then he stopped pushing and released my cock.  “How’s
that feel,” he asked?  I moaned a reply.

The man leaned over and said he was about to press the button.  I
nodded and I heard a dull snap.  Then I heard the scraping of the
blades as they whirled and bit into my cock.  Then the pain struck
and I cried out in spite of myself.  Through a veil of red pain I
watched as the man lifted my severed penis from my body.  His
wife quickly moved forward with the glowing iron.  And pressed it
against my crotch.  Again I felt the pain and bucked my body. 
Vaguely I could hear the crowd’s applause.  

The woman walked up to me and smiled.  “The crowd loves you,
hon.  You’re a fantastic guest.”

As I lay gasping and panting on the table, the man said, “Any other
requests or shall we just go to work on our own?”  

“Please do whatever you want,” I answered.  I heard the gentle hum
and suddenly remembed the hooks.  The man and woman chatted
quietly as they went about their work disentangling them from the
strings.  When they reached my chest, each of them picked up a
pliers and grabbed my nipples.  I shrieked as the plieres bit into 
my
fless and they stretch my aching nipples.  They slowly began forcing
hooks through my nipples and each left a mark as I watched the
point emerge out the other side.  With each insersion they both
watched my face for emotion.  I stared in fascination as each hook
pushed through and popped out the other side.  Although I could
feel the pressure, I felt almost no pain.  Just pleasure at being 
able
to serve these people with my body.  Finished, the woman pushed a
button and I heard the motor winding the strings back up.  I felt 
the
hooks as they bit into my flesh and felt them pulled raising my body
from the table.  In a moment, they had reached their full extend and
I heard my flesh tearing as the hooks pulled free.  My boyd flopped
back onto the table and I watched as the man pushed the cauterizing
hot iron against my torn nipples.  I shreiked in pain and in 
pleasure
as again the smell of cooking flesh filled room.  

The woman leaned over me and said, “How are you doing?”

“Fine,” I repleid.  

“Only one more step and we’ll let you rest,” she said patting my
head.

“My balls?” I asked.

“Yes, your balls. It will take a moment to get things ready,” she
said.  “Would you like a drink of water?”  “Suire,” I answered.  She
brought me a tall glass of water as her husband spread my legs
wider and began working between my spread legs.  I drank down
the water as I felt his hands tying something around my balls.  

The woman told me to raise my ass and she placed a woden device
under my butt to raise my crotch higher.  “There’s a block under
your balls so it will be easier to chop them off when we cut them,”
she said matter of factly.  I nodded.

Now the man was slowly pulling on a cord tied to my balls.  It was
easy to watch with no cock in the way.  He pulled them until I
thought they’d burst.  Then he nodded to his wife..

“We’re ready when you are,” the man said to me.  “Ok, do it,” I
answered.

I watched as the woman lifted a meat cleaver and brough it down on
my balls which had been placed on a carving board.  Again the
smell of cooking meat filled the room and I watched as smoke rose
from my damaged crotch.  Once again the pain filled my world as I
relished the agony that had pleased my audience.  I heard applause
again and the man and woman approached with crowbars.  A
moment later I felt the nails being removed from my hands.  

They I was lifted from the table and helped to stand.  I saw my cock
and balls laying in a bloody pool on the counter with several other
sets of genitals.  Following my gaze, my  host said, “We’ve had
several men on the table tonight and even a few volunteers from the
audience.  Later we’ll cook them up for appetizers.

As I walked from the room, I heard many compliments on my
wonderful castration and how much many men envied me.  The
woman said, “We’ll let you rest for awhile then you’ll be back for
the grand finale.  I said nothing but looked at her.  “You’re the 
main
couse tonight.  I hope you will enjoy being cooked on the spit.  I
couldn’t help but smile at the thought of being trussed up and
placed over a slow flame.  My hosts led me from the room.

In the background I could hear a woman’s voice introducing the
next guest.  Looking over my shoulder, I saw a very young man or
possibly a boy.  How I envied what was about to happen to him.

The crowd applauded.