WARNING!  Do not read the following story if it would be illegal for you to do so in your area!  Do not read this if you are a minor or an easily offended person who has somehow blundered into alt.eunuchs.questions and has no idea how to get out. You have been warned!  Incidentally, this is an educational piece, a kind of morality tale, to warn people of the dangers of trying to be what one is not. The graphic language and imagery is necessary to fully convey the intended message. Ravenswood (FF, castration, penectomy)   by Enoch "Well, what do we have here?  I think you're in the wrong bar, mate.  This here's Ravenswood, you're lookin' for Fags 'n' Drags down the street." The speaker was a huge muscular woman, the club's bouncer.  The incident was attracting the attention of several other women there, all dressed in leather or nothing according to whether they were mistress or slave, I guess.  I tried to train the lens of the hidden camera in my purse to get as much usable tape as possible before I was forced to leave. Looking back, it was a stupid idea cooked-up by my drunk fraternity brothers that I should never have gone along with.  Infiltrate the toughest lesbian bar in the state by dressing me up as a woman.  There was no possibility of me passing, and the stupid dress was totally inappropriate for a crowd that was into S&M fetish-clothing and body-jewelry and little else. The bouncer was pushing me out as I noticed the floor show, a very pretty Asian woman being sodomized with an enormous black strap-on dildo wielded by a gorgeous black dominatrix.  I must have pointed the camera lens a bit too obviously because the bouncer suddenly grabbed the purse and pulled the vidcam out, saying, "Naughty, naughty. Definitely against club rules."  When she started pushing me back into the club, I tried to escape, but women with higher testosterone levels than I ever had grabbed me and forced me to the ground. Someone donated their handcuffs, and leg-irons appeared from somewhere else to confine me.  I was helpless and surrounded by dozens of angry dykes. The stunning muscular black dominatrix, who was dressed in an expensive-looking red latex outfit, stepped forward.  "I'm Mistress Raven, the proprietor of Ravenswood.  You are trespassing on private property and violating the privacy of my patrons with your illegal videotaping.  How do you plead?" "Not guilty," I stammered out.  I was mesmerized by the bobbing of the dildo in her harness, almost 3 times the length of my erect penis, and glistening with the juices of the submissive she’d been fucking. Mistress Raven turned to the others present. "What does the jury say?" There was a resounding "Guilty!" My judge turned to me, "As punishment for these and doubtless many other crimes against womyn, as you try to dress like us and view our most intimate moments, we sentence you to become like one of us.  Strip him!" I struggled as I never thought that I would against a horde of women wanting me naked.  What couldn't be taken off over the cuffs was torn or cut off.  When they revealed my panties and beneath, my incongruously hard cock, they all laughed and joked. Some made fun of the diminutive nature of my endowments, saying some of them had bigger clits. Shame burned my face, but my cock stood as high as it ever had.  Then they start to beat me, kick me, pound me and spit on me.  My cock and testes were the especial target.  My balls were pulled, gouged, twisted and stepped on.  But I never lost my hard-on. I noticed that one of the bar patrons had the camera and was filming what was going on.  Mistress Raven stopped the abuse momentarily to tell me that she'd make sure my fraternity brothers (I had been trying to explain why I was there and mentioned them) would be sure to get a copy of the tape to show what happened to filthy spies.  Then, looking at my erection, she said, "THAT is an insult to every womon in this room.  Lift him up on the bar.  Several sturdy butches lifted me up and Mistress Raven grabbed a beer bottle and broke it on the bar.  There was a mirror above the bar so I could see everything, as could the videocamera.  I tried to get free, but there were too many holding me down.  They were all cheering Mistress Raven as she approached my exposed crotch.  Somehow I had become the focus of their hatred and anger towards men.  I saw the jagged glass descend towards my swollen, aching balls.  I felt it cut into me, saw reflected in the mirror the jagged slash, heard the cheer as Mistress Raven held up my severed balls by the spermatic cord, then dashed them to the floor and ground them beneath her heel. The lesbos had gotten excited and started partying their asses off.  Some were so turned on they were masturbating themselves and each other. One couple got into a 69 right on the bar where I had been.  The bouncer had grabbed me and was now hustling me out, "Don't ever come back in here or try to narc on what we did, you piece of shit, or you'll lose more than that." Once outside, I shivered naked in the cold.  I looked around for help, and rejoiced to see a police car with the officers getting out nearby. I ran towards the uniformed figures, desperate for help, screaming, "Oh God, they cut me!"  I should have stopped when I saw that they were police-women in this neighborhood, but was too distraught.  One got a blanket out of her patrol car to cover my nudity, the other listened to me babble out my story of crazed lezbos attacking me. They seemed sympathetic, and started to walk me, they said to call an ambulance.  But it was away from the car and back into the club.  I struggled to no avail, one clubbed the back of my knees and they basically carried me in.  Mistress Raven greeted the officers by name, it seemed they were regular customers.  She said, "Remember what I said would happen if you tried to go to the cops?"  She explained to the officers what I had done and they grinned.  Mistress Raven said to me, "You're in luck. Officer Davenport here is an old hand at this.  She's used her skills on many rapists and spouse abusers that she's taken into custody in this city.   Hold him down girls.  Kate, he's all yours." Officer Katherine Davenport took off her uniform so she wouldn't get blood all over it.  She had a really nice body, in spite of myself, I got another hard-on.  She said, "That just makes it easier to cut."  I struggled helplessly as she brought out a surgical scalpel from a belt pack.  Light reflected off it as she brought it down.  There was an instant of blinding pain, then I felt like I was ejaculating, but it was blood that was pumping out.  I felt myself being stitched up as Mistress Raven took my pitifully small cock and waved it in my face.  She gave it to the bouncer. “What do you want done with this one?” the giant woman asked. “Well, we’ve already got one for over the bar.” “And it’s too small to make into a dildo,” chimed in the pretty Asian. Officer Davenport’s partner and lover, Alice Clarke, said, “Have you ever eaten one?” “Hmmm, that’s an idea.  You have, I take it?” Katherine answered, “Every chance we get. Of course, this one’s pretty small.  It might make one big bite or two small.” “Hardly enough to make up to all these women,” decreed Mistress Raven.  She turned to me, “You were babbling something earlier about doing this as a pledge stunt for some fraternity?” I nodded weakly. “Well then, here’s how you pay us back, and like before, no tricks, or we’ll be having ourselves a whole man roast!” So that’s how it happened, my brothers.  I’m sorry I lured you here with promises of lots of dripping pussies waiting for you.  But at least technically I didn’t lie.  No, trust me, screaming doesn’t help.  I guess I’m not getting in, am I? Maybe we can start a new fraternity, call it U Nu Chi? (Fade out on scene of dozens of frat-boys being enthusiastically emasculated by a hundred naked lesbians.  Some are already roasting their trophies over the fire.)