The virgin heiress Selene, is marrying her College sweetheart, Endymion, in a lovely out-door setting, next to a sylvan lake. They’ve agreed they do not want off-spring, so have worked carefully with Gloria, Sharon, Tracy, and Amanda, at Authenticock Inc., to harvest Endymion’s equipment, as soon as the marriage is consummated, in front of the ensemble. Then they plan a gala, gelding reception, wherein everyone is invited to join-in, and supply them with plenty of harvested genitals to turn into their legendary Real-Cock, strap-on, squirting dildos.

As all of the guests were being seated, an organist played sensuous music on a keyboard until the principals took their places. Endymion, the groom, stood proudly next to the leather-covered cutting bench, which was to serve as the "alter." He wore a specially-designed tuxedo, with trousers featuring a break-away front-panel, velcroed in-place, which Sharon and Gloria, of Authenticock, had designed for him. Their notoriously-horny, and cute, teen-tart, secretary, Tracy, formerly an office-temp at Kelly Services, stood next to the groom, and would serve as the Mistress of Ceremonies. She wore an outrageously-short, white, Betsy Johnson-designed, micro-mini-skirt, with no panties, topped by a sheer-silk, Armani, see-through bustier, over her lovely, large, firm breasts and prominent nipples.

As the Bride, Selene appeared from behind a tree, at the back of the ensemble, together with her proud, unsuspecting Father, the organist switched from the last strains of Ravel’s, "Bolero", to the traditional, "Here comes The Bride". The bride would be "cumming" sooner than she expected! She wore a lovely, very-short, white, Vera Wang, bugle-beaded gown, and, like Tracy, the outfit evidently did not come with panties! They began slowly marching down the aisle, preceded by Selene’s little sister, Kathleen, the flower-girl, scattering red rose-petals all-about. Selene and her Father were followed by her other little sister, Abigail, who served as the ring-bearer. She carried a pretty, purple-velvet pillow, with silver tassels. On the pillow, instead of the traditional gold-band ring, sat a two-and-a-half-inch-wide, solid gold, Tiffany cock ring, pinned to the pillow, in case Abigail slipped on the rose petals, and took a dive into the ensemble. They all proceeded down the aisle, until they reached the "alter" bench. Whereupon, Tracy began reading the vows, that the couple had composed. After the "I do’s" were completed, Tracy reached to the front of the groom’s tuxedo trousers, ripped off the break-away front panel, exposing his large penis and balls, looked the couple in the eye, and suggested, "Let’s get on with the festivities!"

Endymion lay down on his back on the bench, as Selene approached him with the gold cock-ring. Although a virgin bride, she had been well-coached by the precocious teen, Tracy, on just what to do, to get it on him. His testicles were large and full, and it was a struggle getting them both through the ring. Once she had them both pulled fully-through, she began forcing his big cock through it as well. Fortunately he was only partially erect, and so, once the thick glans popped through, the long, eleven-inch shaft was much easier to pull through, until the ring was snugged up to the very root of his now, fully-erecting package. Tracy held the huge, hard, cock, now shining in the afternoon sun, due to the blood-constricting cock ring, and said to Selene, "You may now kiss the cock!" She did, and each of his big balls, as well. Tracy then picked up the elastrator, and slid a little green-rubber donut over the four prongs. She then squeezed the handles, stretching the tiny band open to the maximum. She pulled each of his balls through the band, in turn, pulling as much of his scrotum through as she could, before she released the handles, and used her finger-nail to pop the tight band off the prongs, sealing the heavy testicles’ fate. Endymion winced in pain. Selene grinned. Once the first band was secured, Tracy mounted the tool with a second band, and repeated the procedure, snubbing the final band up to within a quarter-inch of the first one, providing a clear cutting-channel for the castration knife.

"Why do you need two bands?" he asked.

Tracy answered, "The first one blocks the blood-supply to your nuts, so you won’t bleed out on us. And the second one keeps your full scrotum and balls together in one nice package, as your Wedding Gift to the bride! Girls often like to keep them on their vanity table, next to their perfumes, in a pretty, little jar of formaldehyde, as a souvenir of you. Or, added Tracy, unable to resist getting in a little plug for her company, "If you decide to have your lovely, big prick cut-off too, Authenticock can make her a nice squirting, strap-on dildo, she can entertain with! And I don’t think this is mentioned anywhere in "Entertaining, With Martha Stewart."

At that point, Tracy’s colleagues, Sharon and Gloria, accompanied Selene behind the bench, to the hanging, leather-strapped, fucking, harness-chair, and helped her into it, pulling up her very-short, Vera Wang gown, and exposing her neatly-shaved virgin pussy, for all the crowd to see. Once she was comfortably-seated, and her vulva centered over the big space between the seat-straps, they then unleashed the counter-weighted, long, curved-arm of the device, and swung her forward until she was positioned, directly about a foot above her new husband’s crotch. Tracy adjusted the chair until Selene’s pussy was directly above his rearing, shining, stiff cock, and indicated Gloria to lower it slightly , as she nestled the huge cock-head into Selene’s vulva, until he was pushing firmly against her virgin hymen.

The crowd pressed forward in their seats, as Tracy asked Selene, "OK, are you ready to lose that pesky cherry, girl?"

"Is this going to hurt, Tracy?" she questioned.

"Only for a little while, sweetie. Once that beautiful big dick starts stretching-out your tight pussy, you’re going to love it, and forget all about the pain! ... Trust me! Here, let me lubricate it a bit for you." Tracy bent down and licked up and down his poised, vertical penis, until it was covered in spit.

"Well, then, let’s do it," answered Selene.

Gloria took the cue, and released the counterweight, dropping Selene directly down on the huge, upright organ, busting her cherry with an audible pop, as she was impaled, balls-deep, on the gigantic prick. Her eyes seemed to bulge out, as she let out a crying shriek of pain. Tracy held her hand, and said, "It won’t hurt for long! Soon you’re going to feel just the opposite, and love it!"

Gloria and Sharon gave her a few moments, and then began raising and lowering her, up and down Endymion’s nearly foot-long shaft. Soon her vagina kicked in, and her juices, along with her virgin blood, started running out of her plundered twat on each downstroke, and she began to smile. Her new husband was also grinning ear-to-ear, and thrusting up deeply into her, as she hammered his big cock into herself. "Wow, you were right, Tracy!", hollered Selene. "This is cool-ass. I can’t believe that thick monster makes my pussy tingle so! My vagina is so stretched, and it feels so GOOD!"

"Wait ‘till you cum, Girl," offered Tracy. "THEN you’ll be happy!"

And she was! She started trembling and moaning, as the crowd surged forward from their seats. Goose-bumps appeared on her arms and breasts, and she began shaking in the throes of her first orgasm. Gloria and Sharon continued pumping her fucking-chair up and down, being careful not to raise her too high, to where Endymion’s hugely-throbbing cock would pull out of her. At that point, HE started moaning in orgasm as well. "I’m cumming, I’m cumming!", he yelled, as his massive prick started pumping cum into her thirsty vagina. Tracy heard the cue she was waiting for, and grabbed the wickedly-sharp, curve-bladed nutting knife from the end of the castration bench, where she’d carefully placed it. As the girls had Selene on a raised position of the chair, with only the head of his dick inside her, Tracy indicated for them, to hold her there for a moment, as she reached over the bench, and gathered his bulging scrotum in a tight grip with her left hand. She pulled firmly on his doomed nuts, and, with her right hand, fitted the concave blade of the knife between the two little green bands, in the slot she’d provided for. 

She looked him in the eye, licked her lips, and told him calmly, "Well you told us you guys didn’t want any kids! Here’s where we eliminate THAT little problem! Say goodbye to these big beauties!" And with that, she broke into a grin, stretched his ball-sack out fully, and, giving him a wink, ripped the sharp nutting knife up as hard as she could. Selene leaned forward in her chair, and watched her new husband lose his manhood to Tracy’s strong right arm. She thought she could hear, she said later, the bottom of his scrotum ripping, and the sperm ducts, and blood vessels shredding, as the shiny knife-blade continued it’s fast, upward journey, flying into the air, as Tracy waived the severed nut-sack, bulging with his huge balls, over her head, like a trophy. Thanks to the bands, there was practically no loss of blood, as she smilingly handed Selene her husband’s severed balls. As soon as he and his nuts parted company, Gloria and Sharon continued their up and down rhythm with the fucking-chair, as Endymion kept pumping gouts of sperm-free cum into Selene’s milking cunt. The wedding-gathering burst into spontaneous applause, and the organist struck up an up-tempo version of Dolly Parton’s "I can see the Light!", which the ensemble started clapping to, in rhythm.

The ever-enthusiastic, teen-tart, Tracy, seeing the Groom’s orgasm coming to a finale in Selene’s dripping pussy, waited for just the right moment in the music, and whispered to Endymion, "Hey, big guy, that wonderful prick can’t do you any more good now, what with no nuts! You won’t even be able to get it UP anymore! Why not be a sport, and let us chop it off right now, while we’re all charged-up, and you can present it to your bride, as the Ultimate Wedding Present! And we’ll be able to make her up a beautiful eleven-inch, real cock strap-on, squirting dildo, accompanied by the big nuggies I just cut off you, all compliments of Authenticock Inc, the modern accessory for today’s discerning young woman! I see one of your wedding presents was a Tiffany sterling-silver nut dish. This could bring a whole new use for those silly wedding presents everyone’s always getting, ‘cause they’re the cheapest thing you can buy at Tiffanys! You could present it to her with YOUR nuts, and big cock on it! ‘Beats cashews!"

Endymion, getting caught up in all the excitement, exclaimed to the enthusiastic Tracy, "You’ve got a point! What good is it to me now, if I won’t even be able to get it up! Take it!" Again the audience howled and clapped enthusiastically.

Sharon and Gloria helped Selene out of the fucking-chair, as Selene shot her fist, with the balls in it, into the air, and exclaimed "Yes!", as the girls helped her tidy-up her micro-mini gown, and see-through bustier, using some fresh tissues to wipe-down her dripping legs, and still-bubbling pussy.

She followed her eunuch husband and Tracy, who was leading him by his still fully-erect cock, over to the Authenticock booth, where    their crew had the handsome guillotine all   set-up. Sharon quickly banded the prongs of the large-sized elastrator with one of the little green donuts, as Tracy aimed his big glans up for her. It was so huge, that Sharon had a real struggle trying to slip the stretched band over the flared-based head. It would only go half-way down the giant, three-inch-wide glans! Tracy remembered one of her old tricks from back at the castration clinic, bent down, gripped the head of his dick in her sharp teeth, and bit firmly into the hard cock-meat.

He let out a yelp, and Selene warned Tracy, "Hey, Girl-friend, for Chrissake don’t bite that thing off! That wouldn’t look very nice in my new strap-on!"

Tracy relaxed her jaw, and arose from the randy cock-head, now showing two thin blood-lines on either side of it. "Don’t worry, sweetie, that’ll just take a little starch out of that big beauty, so Sharon can get him banded. As Sharon continued to grip his hard cock with one hand. And push down the fully-stretched bander with the other, Tracy pinched the tip of his cock, and wiggled it back and forth, until finally the band popped over the flared-out base of his glans, and down onto the shaft itself, which Tracy started licking, to help ease the path. It worked, and Sharon soon had the first band all the way down to the root of his giant prick, where she released the handles. "OK," advised Sharon, "Now watch this..." Whereupon she used both hands to press the tongs, another final inch into his groin. The skin on his cock became so stretched, it positively shone, in the bright, afternoon sun, with the veins protruding out in high relief! She looked at Selene, and suggested she use her long fingernail to pop the tiny band off the prongs, and into his thick cock-meat, securing the final doom to this gorgeous penis. She did, with a big grin. His massive prick was so engorged now, that the second band was even more difficult to slide on, and Tracy had to bite him again, as well as lubricate the entire weapon, with a quantity of slippery pre-cum, which she found gathered in his urethral-opening at the tip. Finally, the two girls managed to slide the banding-tool down, over the head, and on-down the long shaft, next to the first band, with just a quarter-of- an-inch between them, for a slicing channel. Many of the women in the ensemble, were so excited, at this point, that they had their hands up under their dresses and skirts, working their throbbing clits, and sticking as many fingers into their pussies as would fit! Three of the male guests had whipped their erect cocks out, sat down in their chairs, while their girl-friends (or wives) stepped out of their panties, and sat themselves down on the guys’ laps, impaling themselves firmly on the hugely-erect phalluses, as they bounced up and down, watching the action, like they were waiting for a train!

With Endymion double-banded, Selena led him up to the genital guillotine, by his swaying, stiff cock, now chilling and turning purple. He reached into his back pocket, and pulled out a little silver flask, another wedding gift from Tiffany’s, and downed a slug of brandy. Gloria pushed him gently into place, and strapped him in, as Sharon then pulled on the blade-release cord, raising the brightly-shining, twenty-pound chrome blade to the cross-bar at the top of the two vertical columns, where Gloria secured the cord to the trip mechanism. Tracy reached through from the front and pulled his stiff cock into place, resting it in the half-holed block between the two, long wooden, grooved, vertical uprights. After topping it with the opposite half-holed block, she tied a cord around his throbbing prick, just behind the head, and pulled firmly on it, so every thick inch of his big cock would be severed by the heavy, sharp, angled-blade. Tracy pulled strongly on the cock-stretching cord, until the two little green donuts, lined up perfectly with the cutting groove, on the block’s base. Everything was ready for Endymion’s final minute with an intact cock , as the whole wedding party fell into a hush, and all crowded-around the fabulous chopping device. It looked right out of The French Revolution, complete with the little wicker catch-basket, like those that hold garlic bread in a good restaurant! Only THIS basket wasn’t designed to hold bread, much less to catch heads, like in the old days!

As the organist broke into a rendition of "Mack, The Knife," Sharon ceremoniously handed the trip cord to Selene, with the warning to be careful, as the trip mechanism had a hair-trigger! She added, "OK, New Bride, your Husband is ‘Ready For Freddy’. Have you any ‘last words’ for him?"

"You bet," Selene answered, "I surely appreciate your wonderful wedding present-to-come (cum?) for me, and it’ll see good use and fun times in my new strap-on! And look, sweetie, now you can cancel your subscriptions to Playboy and Penthouse, and throw-out all your old Traci Lords videos, cause you’ll have nothing more to jerk-off with!" With that, she added, "Say good-bye to this big beauty." Whereupon, she gave the trip-cord a firm jerk, and started the heavy slicing-blade on it’s downward journey toward his doomed manhood. Everyone’s eyes were glued to the shining edge of the great blade, as, in little more than a second, it struck the top his gigantic prick, and sliced quickly through the thick meat, until it landed with a great thud against it’s angled stopping-block, as the group broke into a cheer. The huge, banded, severed, sausage rolled down the guillotine’s ramp, and dropped, with an audible "plop" into the waiting wicker-basket ... That was met with a chorus of orgasmic moans and groans from the ladies in the audience, with their dresses tossed over their heads, and their hands working their clits. The surrounding grass was soon littered, with wildly fornicating couples, in various stages of dishabille, rolling about, bent across chairs, and rooting around on the grass! This was clearly not your average New York Times-reported, Martha Stewart, country wedding!

After seeing Endymion’s big cock hit the basket, Tracy was so hot she couldn’t stand it! Sharon, Gloria, and Nurse Amanda had begun double-banding the packages of the eager male-donors, as their girl friends stood by, to help pop the castration bands deep into the long, shining cock-meat, of their soon-to-be-gone, doomed pricks and balls. Tracy looked at the first five in line, and announced, "I’m so horny, I’ll never get through the day! What do you say I take you five on right now? Look at those beautiful pricks swaying in the wind! There’s not ONE, less than ten inches long! It would be shame to chop those beauties off, without a last, thorough, fuck, don’t you think?"

The five girl-friends all enthusiastically thought that was a GREAT idea, and one even asked, "Can I cut my humpy’s package off, while he’s fucking you? I’ve always wanted to do that!" ("Humpy" is the accepted new term, for those who find "girl-friend," or "boy-friend," a little High-Schoolish!) The other girls all jumped in, with a chorus of, "Ya,... Me too,...and Let’s DO it!"

"Fabulous!," hollered the horny, teen tart. "Here are a couple of cutting-knives," as she handed-out two of the lethally-sharp, concave-bladed castration knives. "As soon as they start cumming, slip your knife between the two, little, green bands, and ‘slice & dice’! OK, let’s get our clothes off, and have at it!"

Tracy was naked in seconds, and lay down on her back, on the castraton bench with her legs spread. The closest guy took one look at that beautiful, shaved, seventeen-year-old pussy, and climbed up on the bench, astraddle her, as his girl-friend, fitted the head of his huge, eleven-inch prick into Tracy’s vulva, and gave his butt a push. She was so tight, he only gave her half of it on the initial thrust, then, he let her have the whole thing, as her vagina got immediately wet. "OH YA! Fuck me, fuck me deep! Shove that big beauty all the way into me! Oh, I love it!" His girl-friend reached under him on an up-stroke, gripped his hard, wet cock at the base, as he kept slamming into the young teen. Tracy felt her hand on his cock, and told her, "Pinch my clit, work my clit! ... Oh, ya, twist it and pinch it!"

Everyone was getting so hot at this point, that one of the guys stepped over to the head of the bench, with his big prick waving before him, and offered it up to Tracy’s mouth, whereupon she immediately started sucking it, as the other gent kept slamming, deep up her dripping cunt, while his girl friend started squeezing his big balls with her free hand. Then two more guys walked up on either side of the bench, and put their ten and twelve-inch cocks into her hands. "Oh, God, I’m in heaven!," gurgled-out the humping teen. The girl-friend of the guy whose cock was half-way down Tracy’s throat, laughed, and said to Tracy, "Didn’t your Mother ever tell you not to talk, when your mouth is full?" Everyone cracked-up at that.

The lone, remaining guy, who was standing next to the bench, with his humpy stroking his fiercely-erect, eleven-inch prick, asked, longingly, "Hey, what about me? I’m not getting any action, and I’m fit to pop, watching you guys!"

Tracy, who was awash in cock as it was, rose up on one elbow, and, seeing his beautiful, huge dick, called a temporary halt to the proceedings. "You’re right, I don’t want to leave anybody out! You get under me, on your back, and stick that lovely dick up my ass, and everybody else, rotate!" Everyone cheered, and the guys’ humpies high-fived each other. She got up from the bench to let the new guy lay down. Then she resumed her position, and saw her cum-juices were running down her young legs, as his humpy fitted the gigantic head of his dick into Tracy’s ass. With all the lubrication running out of her cunt, he had no trouble jamming it in all the way to the banded root of his tool. Then one of the guys, who had been getting a hand-job, climbed on, and sank his twelve-inch prick all the way into the depths of her hungry pussy, as the other three rotated.

This eager five-some attracted quite a crowd, and Sharon and Gloria had to move camp several times, to try to get the other guys banded, and ready for the coming guillotine event ... if Tracy ever got done! Meanwhile, she was having too good a time, to quit now, and hoped this would go on for another HOUR, as she was getting fucked silly by three massive cocks, and jerking off two others! After another five or six minutes, the gent jamming his big cock down her throat, started moaning that he was cumming! Tracy could feel his hugely-flared glans expand in her throat, and waved to his humpy to get the knife ready. Knowing his pattern, she was already holding it.

Tracy suddenly thought, "Thank God his cock is banded, or he’d drown me in sperm!" Just then, he started coming, and he grabbed Tracy’s big, teen breasts, and pulled himself further into her mouth with them, as she started choking on his deeply-imbedded dick, that was now humping her throat. At that point, his girl-friend applied the sharp knife to the base of his stiff prick, between the two green bands, and pushed down hard, sawing into his stiff meat, like she was cutting an over-sized carrot for a stew. She saw that Tracy’s lips were safe, as his cock was an inch-short of being all the way down her throat. In four slices, it was off, quickly-followed by his bulging ball-sack. As he fell back, and let go of Tracy’s nipples, the choking teen reached up to her mouth with both hands, and slowly worked the huge, banded monster out of her throat, and clear of her mouth, accompanied by his big, dangling nuts.

Her eyes were watering, and she coughed, as she held the severed package up to the guy’s humpy, and said, "Thanks for cutting him! I thought I was a goner, there! I’d run out of air!"

The guy, grimacing in pain, came over and kissed her on the forehead, and apologized, "Gees, I’m so sorry Tracy! I guess I knew that was going to my last orgasm, and I just got carried away!"

At that point, she announced, "OK, let’s get on with it," as she continued stroking the other guys’ stiff members, and the two up her ass and pussy resumed nailing her. Nurse Amanda took him by his hand, and led him, groaning, off to be sutured. Tracy didn’t want it to end, of course, but she knew that these guys had to be so hot from what they’d just seen, that they wouldn’t be able to hold-back for long! Sure enough, the gent ramming her cunt, whose humpy was squeezing his balls, announced he was ready to shoot! The girl picked up the cue, as well as the knife, in her other hand. As he started shouting and cumming, she carefully fit the curved edge of the sharp blade, between the two bands, under his nut-sack, as she stretched it out.  Tracy, seeing what was going on, interjected, "Hey, be careful you don’t cut my clit off, with that thing!" The girl gently pushed him backwards and more-upright, so she’d have safer access to his balls, and still-pumping prick. She waited until he’d pulled an inch or two out of Tracy’s wet pussy, took a deep breath, and holding the base of his dick for leverage, with her left hand, gripped the knife-handle firmly in her right, and yanked up as hard as she could. The knife easily went through his scrotum, severing his balls, cords and sperm ducts, but half-way through his thick cock-meat, it halted, as the crowd gasped. She took another deep breath, held down the huge cock, still imbedded in Tracy’s tight, little twat, and ripped the blade upward, slicing through his urethra, and strong, upper penis muscles, as the knife flew into the air, separating her (now former) humpy, from his manhood forever! All the on-lookers let out a cheer, and started applauding.

Tracy’s hands were still busy with the two straining-erections she was vigorously attending too, as the new eunuch’s ex-girlfriend, gripped his severed ball-sack, using it to pull his still-throbbing cock, out of Tracy’s gushing cunt. That ruckus set-off the guy on the bottom, who was still jamming his big dork deeply up Tracy’s tender poop-chute, as he hollered HE was cumming now! His humpy, by then, knew just what to do, as the last girl handed her the dripping castration knife. The double-banding had stopped all but a few drops of blood, but the blade was pretty smeared with it. The guy started groaning as his orgasm cut-in, and he tried to jam every thick inch of his pulsing prick deep into Tracy’s cute butt. The girl asked the young teen to raise herself up just a bit, so she could fit the knife into position under her humpy’s banded ball-sack. Tracy raised up a couple of inches, as the girl got the knife ready go. Tracy quickly said, "Hey, you be careful, too, that you don’t slice off my clit, in your enthusiasm! I LIKE my clit!"

"I’ll be real careful!," the girl replied, as she took a deep breath and got ready to rip her humpy’s cock and balls off. As he rammed his cock up, to get it maximumly deep into Tracy’s rear-end, his humpy had a clear-shot at the vulnerable base, with it’s double-bands. The girl gripped the knife in both hands, and yanked upwards as hard as she could. It was hard enough, as the knife sliced through his scrotum, and heavy cock, in one pass, and flew into the air, as she triumphantly yelled, "YES!," with a huge grin on her face.

Tracy slid off him, checking her crotch, to see if she still had all her parts, as she squatted, gripped the guy’s hanging balls, and pulled-out the still-imbedded prick, out of her ass, with a popping-noise. Her hot juices were again running down her long legs, onto her bare feet, and into the grass, as she handed the girl, the severed package. She then sat down on the grass, and reached for the two still-unspent pricks she’d been jerking off. Nurse Amanda led the groaning-guy off to be sutured, as she had the others. Tracy pulled the two guys towards her by their huge, stiff cocks, until she had them both lodged, somewhat awkwardly, in her little mouth. Their two girl-friends were watching them closely, with big smiles. Tracy pulled their big cock-heads out of her mouth, and blurted out for the girls to get the two castration knives. "This won’t take long! Their big pricks are quivering already, and fixin’ to fire!". She popped one back in her mouth, and took it deep, to the back of her throat. Then she started alternating them, one in each hand, squeezing and pumping their double-banded roots, and thrusting her head down as far as she could, on each of them. They were so thick and hard, that there was no way they were actually going to fit down her little, teen throat, but she sure tried! Each of their girl-friends could see their humpies were about to cum, so they put down their knives, and grasped each of their two large balls in each hand, as neither of the girls had big-enough hands to squeeze both at once! They started crushing and milking them, alternately, and that’s all the guys were waiting for, as they let out a holler, and began to cum, thrusting violently into Tracy’s hands, as she continued to pump their shining, unbelievably-stiff pricks, and jam the heads in and out of her mouth.

"I think it’s time," grinned one of the the girls.

"Ya, let’s DO it!," responded the other.

Tracy stopped sucking them, but kept pumping them vigorously, answering, "I believe you’re right! Wow!, If it wasn’t for these bands, can you imagine how much sperm they’d be shooting out of these puppies right now! The guys’ orgasms were causing them to shake all over, and had goose-bumps coming-up on their arms, as Tracy continued to pump their throbbing pricks. "Alright, grab your knives, and let’s get started on your strap-ons!," hollered Tracy. "I’ll pull on their balls with one hand, and their big cocks with the other, and you gals get your knives into the little channel, between the green bands, under their huge ballsacks! See if you can’t cut their whole packages off with one big rip. I find it’s so empowering to change your humpy from a big stud into a permanent eunuch, in one, bold swipe! The feeling of holding his huge, severed cock and balls in your hand, while watching the expression on his face, as he loses his whole sex-life, is priceless! Even when they know it’s coming, they’re never really ready for it!"

"OK, let’s do it, let’s go!," yelled Tracy, as the crowd pressed- in to see the big finale. She stopped pumping their cumming-pricks, and concentrated on the first guy, starting to just pull on his throbbing dick, with one hand, while she gripped his big nuts, with the other. Sharon stepped in to help with the second fellow, as Tracy had to let go of his cock. She similarly gripped his big prick in one hand, his balls in the other, as she kneeled in front of him. Both Tracy and Sharon watched intently as the guy’s girlfriends inserted the concave-edge of the fiercely-sharp castrating knives, between the two tiny bands under their scrotums, as Tracy and Sharon pulled ever-harder on their cocks and balls. The organist struck up a rendition of "Take Me Out To The Ballgame," to which everyone laughed, and joined in singing, to break the tension. Tracy grinned and suggested to the girls, now poised to take their humpies’ packages, that they, "Wait for the line in the song that goes, 'Bring me some peanuts, and Crack-er Jack ...,' change the line to, 'Bring me some PENIS ...' and slice off your guys’ balls and pricks, right then."

"Great idea,!" the girls hollered in unison. The guys' pricks were still throbbing in orgasm, desperate to squirt, as the organist continued on with the song, and when the line came up, precisely as they all sang, "PENIS...", the girls ripped their sharp knives, up through their humpies’ ball-sacks and stiff penises, at the same time, as the still-pulsing organs came off in Tracy and Sharon’s hands!

"Beautiful,!" exclaimed Tracy, with a big grin and a shout, as the crowd cheered. "Great timing ... Right on the beat, girls!" The girls were smiling from ear to ear, as Sharon and Tracy handed them their boyfriends’ once-proud packages. "These will make fabulous strap-ons," added Tracy, "And think how much sperm you’ll be able to shoot with these wonderful, big balls!"

The two guys, meanwhile, were moaning in pain, as Nurse Amanda led them off to be sutured-up. The excited ensemble finished singing and clapping, and settled down.

Gloria walked to the front, held up her hands, and announced, in a loud voice, "Let the Festive Reception BEGIN!~"