The Winners Prize

Sometimes you win and sometimes you lose.

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                            The Winners Prize                      
                                                                   

It was really hard to believe that my own teamates had picked me to 
be handed over as the winners prize.  Sure, I knew that it had to 
be someone, one guy from the team for each game lost.  But we had 
been the winners for so long and I was one of the highest scorers 
on the team.  I never even gave losing a thought much less being 
the one handed  over as the prize.  But of course, I was the one 
who had fumbled there in the last few  seconds of the game and not 
only caused us to lose but cost us the championship as well. All 
the teams had the option of a free for all or of drawing lots to 
see who would become the prize to be handed over but because I was 
the one who had caused the loss I was unanimously chosen.

I knew full well how it was going to be too.  After all, we had 
accepted our prize guy every time we had won a game, including 
several championships, and each time we had had ourselves one hell 
of a party doing to the prizes what is to be done.  On three 
different occasions, one of which was a championship game, because 
I was the high scorer, I was given the honor and privilege of doing 
the required and expected to the prize guy while all of my teemates 
watched and cheered me on.

Only a winner can know the full joy of such an experience, 
especially the balling of the prize full force while doing the 
expected knife work.  You actually have to do it yourself to fully 
appreciate just how strong and savagely you can love another man.  
Balling a cunt can't even come close by comparrison.  

While a couple of your teammates hold the guy steady, you step up 
between his widespread legs, shove your big hard cock deep up into 
his tight, virgin butthole, using his balls as a handle to pull 
yourself up into him just as far as possible and then you fuck him 
like you haven't had any for a long time.  There is just no feeling 
in the world quite like it.  While you are fucking him just as hard 
as you can, you take the teams ceremonial knife and hold it ready 
in one hand while at the same time you proceed to jerk him off with 
your other hand.  And then, just as he shoots his load you claim 
your prize.  If it is just a regular game, you slice off only his 
balls with one quick swipe of the blade, but if it is a 
championship game you slice off everything.

His butthole muscles will reflexively clamp down on your cock 
almost painfully tight and hold you up inside him like a vacumn 
just as you make the cut, causing you to give out with a loud shout 
of pleasure while you fill his butthole with your load.  At the 
same time, he screams just as loud with pain and your teemates 
cheer even louder as you proudly hold up the prize for everyone to 
see before you pass them around to be looked at closely.  Then 
while they are examining what is being passed around, you take an 
ice pack and press it firmly over the gaping, bleeding wound you 
have just created either beneath his still throbbing hard cock or 
where his cock and balls used to be attached.  You then have the 
teammates holding him, release him so you can gently and lovingly 
wipe away his tears and gather him tightly into your arms for a 
prolonged kiss of affection, passion and gratitude.  Usually at 
first, he will resist you but after a bit he gives in and kisses 
you back just as passionately and even tries to cling to you far 
longer than necessary.

So now it is my turn to be a prize and for a championship game no 
less, It means my entire cock will be cut off along with my balls. 
The thought of it being done scares me beyond words and I wonder 
just what it is going to be like not to have a cock and balls 
anymore.  Because it is so big I have always been very proud of my 
cock.  When up full hard it is nearly 10 full inches long and two 
inches in diameter.  Losing it is really going to hurt.  Getting 
just my balls cut off wouldn't bother me nearly as much.  All the 
guys that I know who have had just their balls cut off tell me 
that  once they are gone you hardly miss them and actually get to 
like not having them.  Also, getting just your balls cut off 
doesn't really effect the functioning of your cock in any way if 
you get onto hormones like most of them do.  Since I first joined 
the team though I have known that someday it could be my turn to 
become a prize.  It is just one of the things that makes the game 
worth playing in the first place, the thrill of the dare and risk.  
In the back of my mind I have sort of prepared myself should I 
eventually become a prize but still I hoped it would never happen. 
    
The two members of my team, who themselves have experienced being 
championship prizes, say that getting your cock sliced off along 
with your balls right while you are shooting your last load as an 
intact male is possibly the most thrilling thing any man can 
experience no matter how scared you are beforehand and that once 
everything is gone you no longer miss it and actually begin to 
wonder just why you were so reluctant about having it all cut off 
in the first place.

I am a true and faithful member of my team though and since I was 
the one chozen to be the prize I don't have any other choice in the 
matter. The consequences of refusing are just too dreadful to 
contemplate.  Should you refuse, your own teammates are required to 
take you and cut everything off in the most torturous and painful 
way they can devise along with breaking one of your legs so badly 
that you will be a permanent cripple for the rest of your life and 
unable to ever play again for any team.

My two teammates who had their cocks cut off along with their balls 
as championship prizes, told me that the stab of pleasure pain you 
feel just as it is all sliced off is so intense that it actually 
takes your breath away for a few seconds especially since it is 
done right while you are climaxing. It is so intense they said, you 
will actually keep on feeling and remembering it for the rest of 
your life.

And so I am handed over to the winning team.  Guys I have never 
known, healthy,  handsome, strong strangers look me over as I walk 
into their locker room.  They have almost all finished undressing 
and getting ready for their showers in preparation for their 
championship winners party.  Right away they help me get undressed 
so we can all shower together.  In the shower they each take a turn 
at scrubbing me down. Meanwhile I note that out of the entire team 
of twenty three guys, only five of them still have a cock and of 
those, only two still have a bulging full nutsac hanging beneath 
it.  All the rest have had everything cut off and are displaying 
identical, clean, smooth crotches.  It is evident to me that this 
team has played in a lot of championship games but seldom won.  I 
have never before seen so many guys with everything cut off.

After the shower they take turns drying me off all over and 
treating me like the very special guy that I am for the next hour 
or so.  Back in their locker room they treat me to food and drink 
and even dress me up in a pair of trunks of their colors but none 
of them bothered to get dressed themselves.  Hands feel me all 
over, hungry hands and eyes look lustfully at my big development 
and they smile and whisper among themselves.

For the first time I notice their prize display case.  Unlike ours 
which is filled with several dozen jars, theirs only has about 
twenty jars in it.  Of these, only three jars contain a cock and 
balls.  The rest contain only pairs of balls, so obviously they 
have won only three championships before this one.  It scares me to 
realize that soon my own cock and balls will join the other three 
inside the case in its very own jar, on full display for all who 
look in the case to see.

Finally, so drunk that two of them have to hold me up, they peel 
off the trunks that I have on and eager hands begin playing with me 
again. Soon they have me worked back up to a full erection. A 
requirement is that it be up full hard and shooting when the prize 
is collected, be it just the nuts or everything cut off.  They lay 
me back down on the massage table then and hold me with my legs 
spread wide apart, my butt right at the end of the  table.  The one 
chosen to do the honors, one of the two that still had his cock and 
balls, stepped up between my widespread legs and slowly shoves his 
big, nine inch, throbbing hard cock into my virgin tight butthole 
just as deep as he can, painfully using my balls as a handle to 
pull himself in with.  

As soon as he is in as far as possible, he begins to stroke in and 
out and at the same time begins stroking my rigid shaft with his 
free hand. There is a flash of light off of metal and I see that he 
is holding his teams prize knife ready in his other hand.  It isn't 
a fancy knife with a curved blade like ours but straight and sort 
of plain  looking.  With each stroke of his cock inside me and each 
stroke of his hand on my own shaft, I feel myself being slowly but 
unstopably moved towards an orgasm, the very last one I will ever 
be able to experience as an intact male.  The rest of the team 
gathers close around and falls silent in anticipation while 
fingering themselves or playing with whatever they have between 
their legs, their eyes focused unwaveringly on my crotch.

I hold back for just as long as I can but finally I am forced to 
shoot and a great big stream of thick creamy cum erupts from the 
opening in the head of my throbbing hard cock out onto my stomach 
and his hand.  I know it is the last load of fertile cum I will 
ever shoot and so I savor the ecstacy of shooting it hoping the 
memory will last me for the rest of my life.  At the same time I 
feel him shooting his load deep inside me.  He continues to hump me 
for a few more strokes, pumping out the last of his load inside me 
and at the same time milks the last pearly drop from my throbbing 
shaft.  Then he loops his thumb and forefinger of that hand tight 
around the base of my cock and nutsac  and sweeps the razor sharp 
blade of his knife down across my crotch between it and his hand 
gripping my cluster.  As the blade sweeps down across my crotch 
almost effortlessly slicing through the roots of my cluster, there 
is a sudden, terrible, blinding stab of pain that last for just a 
short second or two along with a big gush of blood, and then in 
open-mouthed and wide-eyed astonishment I watch as my entire 
cluster abruptly pull free and away from my crotch in his hand.  
Just like that it is all over and done with.  My big beautiful, 
precious cock and balls have been sliced clean off and are being 
held up for everyone to see. While I let out a scream of pain 
everyone else cheers in triumph and joy.  I can still feel his cock 
up inside me even though it is not full hard anymore.  I then feel 
the burning cold as an ice pack as it is pressed tight against the 
gaping newly created wound in the center of my crotch. Unbelieving, 
I watch as my sliced off cock and balls are passed around for each 
of them to examine closely.  The hands holding me down onto the 
table abruptly release me and very gently the guy who cut me leans 
over and wipes the tears of pain and loss from my eyes and gathers 
me up tight into his arms and begins kissing me hard and 
passionately.  

For that brief moment of time I know that he truly does love and 
care for me with his whole being and that he is thanking me for 
giving him the once in a lifetime honor and pleasure of slicing off 
my prized young tokens of manhood.  He knows that he too will 
surely undergo the very same experience so he is making the most of 
it with me. Almost desperately I cling to him, not wanting to let 
him go.  I have given him a very important part of myself, a part 
that I prized almost more than life itself, and in return he is 
giving me all of the love and affection he is capable of.  I don't 
feel any remorse or regret over what he has just done to me. It was 
all just a part of the game and I knew it from the beginning.  What 
really amazed me though was how quickly I sobered up when he 
started the cutting.  By the time he finished, I was completely 
sober.

After a couple of minutes of very passionate hugging and kissing, 
we both begin to relax and he lays me back down on the table and 
steps back away from between my legs, his own cock having gone soft 
before he pulled it out of my butthole while holding me in his 
arms.  By this time, thanks to the ice pack, the bleeding from my 
crotch has subsided considerably and the team nurse takes a suture 
needle and sutures the two edges of skin together across my crotch 
where my cluster used to be attached, tying off bleeding arteries 
where necessary and creating a neat little rosebud meatus opening 
down at the lower end of the cut for me to piss from.  After 
inserting a short piece of cathater halfway into the new opening 
and covers my whole crotch area with antiseptic salve, the nurse 
says he is finished with me and the one who did the cutting helps 
me down off the table.  No bandages are taped over my crotch 
because they want to keep my crotch on 'Full Display' for as long 
as I am there to party with them, which will be about an hour more.

As I stand up and walk around it is hard for me to believe that I 
have just had my cock and balls sliced off but looking down at my 
crotch with nothing there but a little line of black sutures, I 
know it is true.  The cutter then offers me a drink, saying I look 
like I need it and I accept gratfully.  In his other hand he is 
holding my freshly sliced off cluster and he asks if I would like 
the honor of placing it into the prize jar prepared for it and then 
putting the jar into their display case.  I accept the honor and 
tears roll down my cheeks as I take my sliced off cluster, look at 
it closely for the very last time and then drop it into the prize 
jar and place the jar into their display case.  

I stay on and party with them for about an hour more before finally 
getting dressed and going home.

It took about three weeks for my crotch to heal up completely and 
except for the scar it is hard to tell I ever had a cock and 
balls.  Believe me, it sure does feel different not having anything 
down there anymore but I have gotten used to it and don't really 
miss them like I did at first.  In fact I kind of like not having 
any cock and balls now.

Me and the guy who collected his prize from me have since became 
very good friends, just as he has also become very close friends 
with the guy who collected his prize from him following the next 
championship game. We love to lie naked together in bed at either 
his house or mine and cuddle together and finger each others scars 
and give each other prostate massages to get the feeling of 
climaxing while reminiscing to each other about our sex lives 
before we became prizes.  Occasionally, as do all who have become 
prizes, we go over to the locker room where we became a prize and 
sit and look at the jar in the display cases containing our removed 
and contemplate what might have been had we not become a prize.

                             -- The End --