We were out for a week-end dirt bike ride. Just the two of us, going fast. We always used my friends apple orchards up in the foothills overlooking the desert as a starting point. We're In the apple farm garage room. It's a sunny winter day. We discover that the water heater has burst. We spend several hours cleaning up, which really limited the time left for biking fun, but we were only able to go for a shortened ride. We rode hard and fast, but when And when we pulled up to the garage we were amped and antsy. Still wearing his leathers, he pulled out a pipe and lites up.

"Might as well get loaded, no more riding today!" He takes a few small puffs and passes the pipe to me several times, without taking much of a hit. I do more each time, until I finally stop.

I mutter, "I'm REALLY loaded." The room is damp and cool. A shaft of late afternoon light filters in, lighting up the couch. The floor is still dark and mottled damp. I remember having sex in this room before, on that couch. We smoke a bit more and, as if by magic, he asks how my sex life is.

"Not getting too much" I answer. "I fuck a lot of fist."

"Are you still fucking yourself with that dildo you showed me? he asked.

"Yeah."

"You like it in your ass, It helps you to cum I'll bet."

"Oh yeah. It makes for a really intense orgasm. Better than just beating off." I replied.

"I remember that time I came over to the townhouse. You were just getting into the shower. And some how you ended up dancing on that dildo for me while I watched. Geez, just thinking about it gives me a boner. Maybe, since you aren't getting any, you'd better get naked."

"Naked?"

"Yeah, naked. Remember how you begged me to let you give me a blow job?"

"Yeah."

"And I told you to just fuck yourself while I watched."

He smiled, and began to unzip his leathers. "You know you always want to suck me off. It's gotta be more fun than fucking your fist."

I sighed. Pausing for a few seconds. My mind was reeling. My cock had sprung to life. Hard and pulsing.

"Come on. You know you're a fucking cock-sucking faggot. Admit it. That first time I got you on your knees and stuck my dick in your mouth I knew you'd be easy to control. Now get on you knees."

"Ok'." I was almost trembling.

I stripped naked while he watched. He sat down at the table, pants unzipped. His cock freed from his underwear. He was just nursing the pipe along, slowly taking a puff every now and then. I stood naked for a few seconds before him, then he slowly laid the pipe aside and fondled his cock while he looked at me. He knew how to let me know who was in charge. He nodded his head downward. Taking the cue, I assumed the cock-sucking position, on my knees, kneeling before him. Waiting. He stood up and dropped his leathers down a bit more, his cock rock hard. He moves close and puts his hand on my head.

I cup his balls in my hands, hefting the weight and feel of his swollen member. It's bigger than mine by a good two inches or so with a huge head. Looking at his hard cock, feeling my own dick dance and throb at what is going to happen, I feel like I have to surrender to his superior manhood. I kiss it and open my lips wide and begin to work on it, using every move I ever enjoyed in all the porno movies I have ever seen, I gulp cock with abandon -still holding his balls in my hands as he slaps them against my chin. He goes deep and quickly begins to moan and thrust as I work his penis. I wet it as much as I possibly can, taking it all the way in – deep throat right to his pubes. He moans in delight each time I pause with his pubes pressed to my nose as I look up at him.

In a minute or so It's obvious he's about to drop his load. I'm eager to feel his cum down my throat. But being the good cock-sucker that he trained me to be, I stop and ask him, "Wanna cum in my ass? I'll be an egg person on the couch."

I knew he loved ass fucking. His cock was bigger than mine, his libido was huge, and he could come two or three times in an hour. I felt he was sexually superior to me in so many ways, I just had to submit. The thought of maybe getting in the ass was exciting. My cock was as hard as it gets. I knew I had to beg for it.

"Please, I deserve it. My wife told me to go fuck myself." I was so horny, a sexual loser – this was all I could get!

"Yeah, that would be good. I've got some lotion." he says. I walked over and kneeled onto the couch. I looked back to see him pouring hand lotion on his cock while beating it slowly, walking toward me. I put my head down on the couch, with my feet hanging over the edge, spreading my knees wide. Then I feel his hands on my cheeks and a warmth presses against me. He dribbles lotion on his cock as he works it between my cheeks, just teasing me. He slips a finger into my ass, then another, and another. "You know, you need to loosen up fast." He slips a forth finger and works his fist almost into my ass.

"Aw fuck it, that's good enough, I gotta' fuck some ass now !" In an instant his fingers are replaced with cock. He pushes in firmly. God, it felt like he was ramming a bat up my ass.

"Wait! Slow down a bit. Let my ass ease open." I whined.

"You fucking pussy, take it like a girl. Shut up and just relax, I'll fuck you any way I Damn well please." He pauses a second and pushes in harder this time.

I keep thinking how goddamn hard his cock is. I wish my dick got that stiff. I feel a sudden pop and he is in. I shudder as a wave of relief washes over me, the pain suddenly subsides. It feel so good to be full of cock. I feel delightfully evil. Ass fucked.

He pumps, slowly at first, then faster and faster until he begins to moan and whimper again, like a god damn dog I thought. Hell, If he had a dog he'd have it fuck me, that's for sure. He jerks on my hips as he gets closer and closer. Very quickly a warmth floods my ass. Geez, he comes so much I keep thinking... It feels so weird, my ass is full of semen. He fucked me until he pumped the last bit in. Then he pulls out.

"Wanna suck me off?" I asked quietly as I turned over on the couch and grasped my hard cock.

"No. Why? I've already cum, I've lost interest. I wanna watch you beat off instead." he demanded. "Its fun to see come all over yourself you little bitch cock-sucker."

He began cleaning his dick off with a swimmers chamois he always used after he fucked. He pulled a beer out of the garage fridge and sat down to watch me fuck my fist.

"Beat that meat as hard as you can." He watched as I sat back on my heels and did as I was told.

"Come on. Jerk the shit out of it you fucking cock sucker." he said as he sipped his beer. "No wonder your wife prefers a vibrator".

I banged away, and as he watched me his own cock grew harder. I felt a rush coming and pumped harder. As I came, jerking like a toy monkey, spraying myself with my own semen, all I could think about was that his cum was in my ass, and mine was spewed out all over my stomach.

"Good boy. Your wife would be proud." He started stroking his cock again and motioned me toward his now revived dick.

I got up. I could feel his come dripping out of my ass. Little streams of my own come ran down my stomach. I got on my hand and knees and put my face between his thighs. He grabbed my head and pushed me down on his swollen member. He fucked me again, this time to come in my mouth. He was blessed with what seemed to be an unending supply of semen – I attempted to swallow as much as I could, but the excess spilled down my chin. "Keep sucking, till I'm soft." He grinned as watched me work on his cock, licking him clean.

"Next time suck boy, Sandy is gonna wanna watch me humiliate you. She likes to hear about our little parties. God, she really cums hard when I tell her what I make you do while we fuck. She wants to see for herself what a slave you are to my dick, and how much you love eating it." He was grinning. He was right.

His cock was finally soft. "She want to fuck you in the ass and pop your nuts just for fun, while I fuck you in the mouth. Sounds cool, eh?"

"Pop my nuts?"

"Yeah. It seems she had a little talk with your wife. That was her suggestion when they both decided that something needed to be done about you."

My dick grew harder at the thought of her foot taking the last of my manhood. "Stand up," he said. I did. He cupped my balls in his hands.

"My wife knows about us?"

"Oh yeah. All along. I told her I could tune you into a cock sucker so you'd quit begging to fuck her all the time. And I even suggeted that after I proved you were gay, we could just you cut your dick off and leave the balls, it would make you a much better cock-sucker. And Sandy would still have some balls to torture. No popping though, we all like you better when your horny and eager to please."

He continued, "They liked my idea better. You see, Sandy's been the one banging your wife with a strap-on, your wife has turned into a full-fleged lesbian. It's why your wife hasn't fucked you in years. Anyways, we all decided it would help you focus on your only social skill! Cock-sucking!" He laughed. "It's why your out here this weekend." He got up and guided me to his workbench, tugging me forward by my balls.

I sighed. I was dumbstruck, yet my cock was now rock hard again. I stumbled forward, too stoned to realize what was going to happen.

He gave my balls a squeeze. "See. The boner's voting yes!" He smiled. "I love sausage for breakfast! I knows the girls will. I think THAT will be humiliating, don't you?"

"Get up on the bench, on your knees. And sit back on you feet." Marty shoved me against the bench. I lifted my leg onto the bench top and pulled myself up. I couldn't believe how it all felt. I knew it was all some kind of joke, so I went along. I didn't think he'd really cut my cock off. I assume the position as directed. I was thinking maybe he was going to photograph me as he did all sorts of humiliating things to me

"Put your hands back on your feet."

I complied, and Marty wrapped a long tie wrap in a figure eight and both my wrists and ankles, pulling them tight. He then took another and joined the two together. I was hog-tied, naked, on a work bench, with a raging hard on. I had just cum so I was surprised at my own reaction, how my cock had recovered so quickly and continued to stay so hard.

Marty twisted me around on the workbench so my knees faced outwards. He pushed my knees apart, spreading them as much as he could. He picked up a hammer and my mind went wild! What the fuck was he going to do? Smash my balls for Sandy? I was almost grateful when he took a huge nail and drove two of into into the bench, tight against my inner thighs, insuring that I remained fully exposed and ready!

I was puzzled by what he did next. He took an old dipstick and inserted what appeared to be the plastic shell of a small ball point pen on the end. He laughed. "Time to check your oil!" He drizzled a stream of Hot Lube on the pen tip, and held up in front of my face. "I think we are ready!"

He grasped my penis and proceeded to insert the pen tip into my urethra. The sensation was so unreal and intense, like he was trying to fuck my dick with a pen! He pushed it deeper and deeper, until it disappeared inside my cock. He kept pushing it in until I twitched in shock as it bumped up against what I thought might be my prostate. I suddenly had an overwhelming urge to piss. Marty pulled the dipstick out of my cock and urine began dribbling out the end of my dick, the flow constrained by the small opening in the pen tip now embedding deep in my cock.

"Oh look. You've pissed all over yourself. I'll bet you used to wet the bed too!" He grinned.

"How the fuck are you going to get that out." I whimpered as I realized what he had done.

He wrapped his thumb and forefinger around my erection. "You'll see." He squeezed his fingers together, feeling for the location of his handiwork. "Perfect"! He picked up another tie-wrap and looped it around my member, pushing as far down over the shaft as he could. "It's important to get it deep into the ball sac, so we won't miss any meat!" He wrapped his thumb and forefinger around the tie wrap to hold it in position as he pulled it tight. I groaned in pain.

"You're fucking wrecking my cock", I choked out. I began to cry! "You've probably crushed some nerves, you're fucking them up..."

He cut me off. "Oh shut the fuck up girly-boy. It'll work just fine. You should be glad I'm doing it this way instead of just chopping it off like your wife wanted to."

"My wife..."

"Yup, your wife. She didn't care that you might bleed to death. This way, you'll be able to piss like a girl and no nosy doctors needed. Plus nobodies going to come after me for murdering you, and of course I'd miss the services of my own personally trained cocksucker. I'll add another tie wrap so it and the bottom part of the pen get melted together. You can pull it out almost right away. Pretty nice of me, huh?" . I hear the dickless look is all the rage among dedicated cocksuckers like you." He added the second tie wrap and pulled it tight against the buried plastic pen tip. I barely noticed through the pain and tears.

"Please, please, don't take my cock," I pleaded, sobbing.

"Sorry, too late for that. Besides, If I don't finish up we'd have to take you to some emergency room where everybody would find out how totally stupid you are." He set up a little chef's cooking torch on the work bench next to me an lit it. "We certainly wouldn't want that would we?" He pulled two short, thick wooden dowels from his too box. A thin piano wire was wrapped around each handle.

"This is actually a cheese cutter, but in this case I think it'll work just fine on your sausage."

"No, No," I begged.

"Well, were almost ready now. Just one last touch." He opened a tool drawer and picked up a syringe that was filled with a cloudy amber liquid. "Marinade, In case you're wondering.", he chuckled. "I'll bet you were praying for some sort of pain contol." He carefully inserted the needle into the underside of my cock, I twitched violently in response, even though I could barely feel it puncture my dying cock, now growing darker in color.

"Got to get in just the right spot." He pushed in in just a little, his thumb poised over the plunger.

"Oh God no, stop. Please stop." I was breathing so quickly that I began to feel faint.

"Watch this, it's really cool!" He pushed the plunger and my cock began to swell, getting longer and thicker as he filled it with the cloudy liquid. "Better than Viagra, eh? Too bad it's single use only," he remarked as I watched, now totally in shock, terror-stricken at what was coming next.

"Please don't do this, please." I begged." In response he stuffed his cum stained swim towel into my mouth.

"Your such a baby, that ought to quite things down a bit." He reached over to the tool box again.He picked up his wire tool and began heating up the the center section.

"This cuts and cauterizes in one single pass. It melts the pen and then bingo! Fresh warm penis sausage!" The wire now glowed almost white hot. He lifted it from the flame and twisted a loop into it. He carefully lowered the loop down my swollen shaft until it was positioned between the two wraps. Almost unconscious now, I could still feel the intense heat near my balls and pubes, and of course, nothing from my nearly dead cock.

He tightened the loop. White hot pain raked my body. I tried hard to scream, but a muffled little whine was the only result. I could smell my flesh burning. There was just little sizzle, a small whiff of smoke, and my penis dropped to the workbench, like a limb pruned from a tree. I couldn't believe it. MY BEST FRIEND HAD JUST FUCKING CUT OFF MY COCK!

Marty picked it up and pressed my still stiff cock between my lips and into my mouth. "There you go. Every-man's dream! Being able to give your self a blow job." He worked it slowly in and out of my mouth, finally holding it deep against the back of my throat. I began struggling to breath.

"Oops. No balls attached to this one! No cum for you! Too bad you won't get anything out of this one." He pulled my still warm stiff cock out of my mouth as I sucked in huge gulps of air. He put his face close to mine, whispering "But hey, not to worry. There will be plenty of cocks pumping cum down your throat soon enough, especially when the videotape I just made hits the internet. In fact, I already have a few customers lined up, waiting outside. And I know Sandy and Kathy are really going to enjoy fucking you in the ass until you cry like the little dickless pussy your are!"

He dropped my dick into the beer cooler and flipped the lid closed. "Gotta go now. The girls are waiting for their snack! I'll be back in a while." He paused, "Oh yeah, your first customer is waiting outside. He'll let you loose so you can get on your hands and knees... where you belong from now on! He laughed and opened the door.

As he left, someone entered. I couldn't see the door, but I head the sound of a zipper.

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