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X Gene Nullification Project 2: Cannonball

By Justoneguy

Inspired by X Gene Nullification Project 1: Nightcrawler by X Project

Doctor X had his latest specimen spread out before him on the confinement table. He was a young mutant, having just turned 18 years old. But, he was exceptionally mature for those 18 years. For 3 years he had been the leader of a criminal gang called the New Mutants. He had been captured while rescuing a captured teammate named Wolfsbane.

Wolfsbane and her boyfriend Cypher had been caught together in a park a mile south of Xavier’s school. They had snuck away, as they often did, to make love in the secluded woods away from the prying eyes of their teammates and the prying mind of their teacher Professor X. Doctor X had seen video of their capture, with the clean cut, blond haired Cypher fucking his girlfriend doggie style. And it really was doggie style, for Wolfsbane had taken her half-wolf form as her boyfriend drove his rigid penis into her hairy pussy. Cypher was a lanky, un-muscular young man, with small tight balls and a somewhat below average cock. He drove his thick 5” inch member into his wolf-girl as she howled and snarled in quivering orgasm. Cypher’s somewhat small ball sack tightened up against his underside and he pumped and shot his mutant sperm into his girlfriend. It was then that the capture team pounced. Cypher was taken first. The soldiers grabbed his legs and shoulders and literally pulled the lad’s still throbbing member from his wolf-girl’s pussy. Doctor X could clearly make out the white liquid seed of the mutant as it dropped out of the wolf’s hairy hole.

Wolfsbane snarled and fought, but when she saw Doug, nude and unconscious, being loaded into the extraction van, she began to beg. “Please, don’t take him. Oh god, don’t unman Doug! I love him so much!” That was when the second extraction team got the drop on her.

Though his informant at the school, Doctor X knew that Cannonball had taken the capture of the two young New Mutants as a personal blow. He was their leader. And because he wasn’t keeping a better check on their activities, now they were gone forever. Cyclops, the leader of the X-Men and Cannonball’s personal idol, had tried to comfort him and warned him sternly not to attempt anything ridiculous like a rescue. Doug was a good as castrated already.

But Cannonball couldn’t keep Wolfsbane out of his mind. What about her? Doug had surely been unmanned and un-mutated. But what about Wolfsbane? Finally, he couldn’t contain his guilt and went on his own to rescue her. That had been his downfall.

Wolfsbane had been held in the mutant women’s facility. Her own processing had been delayed because it had been discovered that she was pregnant with Cypher’s child. Doctor X had no hesitation in ordering an abortion before processed with her. But it had taken time to assemble the necessary medical team at the secret location. Cannonball had arrived just in time to prevent the in-utero murder of Cypher’s mutant offspring. He had flown out with Wolfsbane in his arms, the swirl of smoke emanating from his waist as he flew her to safety. But when he finally landed, Doctor X’s men were right there. Cannonball fought them off long enough for Wolfsbane to make it to safety. But he was not so lucky. And now, there he was, a hero for saving Wolfsbane, but now lost himself to the same fate that had swallowed up Cypher’s mutant boyhood.

Doctor X smiled to himself as he reflected on the situation. Sam Guthrie, Cannonball, leader of the New Mutants, helpless there in front of him. Doctor X knew he would enjoy this session.

Sam was already gagged and was just coming out of the sedatives administered the day before as part of his mutant ability tests. Doctor X was reading his chart as the young man’s eyes lazily opened and began to focus on his situation. “Oh, yes, fascinating, “ Doctor X remarked, almost to himself. “You’re body is completely invulnerable when your mutant power is activated. Forward momentum is generated as your body below the diaphragm is disintegrated. Everything below your waste, legs, feet, genitals, hips, are disintegrated and used to fuel your flight. But, according to our research of your brain patterns while using your mutant powers, rather than being painful, this process is actually pleasurable. The same areas of the brain which fire during orgasm fire for you during flight. Every time you fly you have want amounts to an orgasm. Amazing. And, when the flight is over, your body reforms your lower body by manipulating particles in the air on a molecular level. Truly astounding!”

Sam’s eyes began to focus on the Doctor. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. The only others in the world that had known about his cannonball orgasms had been Professor X, who had read his mind, and Cyclops in whom he had confided when just a boy. Having the evil mutant-hating doctor know his deepest secret made him feel more exposed than his nudity.

Doctor X looked at his new subject and smiled. “You are an amazing creature,” he said. “Much more interesting than that ridiculous Douglas Ramsey. Emasculating him was like castrating the class geek. I have to say, I’ve never really gotten off that much to emasculating you “human looking” mutants. Your type are usually so pedestrian. But you are interesting Mr. Guthrie.”

The Doctor allowed himself a moment to look over the doomed young mutant’s body. Sam was a tall and lanky lad. He wasn’t built, but he was muscular. He had no body fat. And under his tight pale skin, Doctor X observed the tight ripped contours of his muscles tense and flex. He already had a very slight dusting of chest fuzz around his dime sized pink nipples, but because the hair was light blond, it hardly showed except up close. But he had a full blondish-brown happy trail starting around his flat navel. Doctor X’s eyes followed that trail as it widened and expanded into Sam’s thick jungle of coarse and curly blond pubic hair. And hanging from that tangled mess was Cannonball’s pride and joy—his mutant manhood.

Doctor X smiled as he evaluated what made Sam a man. “Amazing,” he repeated. “According to your medical records, you were circumcised at birth. But, when your lower body reforms at the end stage of your flight, it rebuilds your body using your DNA. Your foreskin must have been restored following your first flight. That must have been a shock,” the Doctor chuckled. “The same is true of your pubic hair, we noticed. Even if we trimmed it, when we activated your mutant power by stimulating your unconscious brain, we noticed that your pubic hair reformed at its full natural extent.”

Sam’s focused his eyes on the Doctor. He knew that he had to find some way to escape. Oh god, he didn’t want to end up like Nightcrawler or Cypher!

The Doctor laid his clipboard on the table and walked over to Sam. “What an amazing specimen,” he whispered, almost to himself. “Look at that set.” The Doctor pulled a tape measure from his white jacket pocket and measured Cannonball’s flaccid hanging member. “5 inches flaccid!” the Doctor exclaimed. “Why, your softie is as long as your teammate Cypher’s erection. Now that’s leadership,” Doctor X chuckled.

Sam closed his eyes, but his body couldn’t help responding Doctor X’s words. He knew that he had the biggest genitals of all the male members of the New Mutants from seeing them in the common showers of Xavier’s school. It was a fact that had become a jerk off fantasy for him for years. His soft floppy member began to thicken as he heard someone else give voice to his ultimate pride. Doctor X watched as Sam’s thick pale foreskin rolled back, exposing its pink underside and the bulbous purple head of Cannonball’s fuck rod. With his organ half erect, Doctor X had a clear view of Sam’s cannonballs. Sam’s mutant man-balls hung down low and plump from his hairy groin. They were large organs—the largest set of mutant testicles Doctor X had seen so far. They seemed to fat that the edges of the sack always seemed to tough Sam’s inner thighs. He must have gotten so used to that feeling, of his man-sack touching his own legs. It was a feeling he would soon lose forever.

When Doctor X saw how his words comparing Cypher’s cock to Sam’s were affecting the young mutant, he smiled and continued. “I’ll bet you were always jealous of that skinny kid, weren’t you? Fucking the wolf-girl ever weekend at the park? While you, the big tough team leader was still a virgin? Knowing that you could give the wolf-girl so much more pleasure than that insecure boarding school reject? Yeah, you want to stick your meat into that wolf-girl, don’t you? Stick it in so far, farther than Cypher ever could. You’d love for him to know it too, wouldn’t you Cannonball. You’d love to know that Cypher was watching from the bushes, jerkin his short little mutant dick as you rammed your giant rod into his wolf-girl.”

Sam was now completely erect. His foreskin was skinned completely back and his purple head throbbed in the open air. The Doctor knew its size without measuring it. He knew it was time to move on to the next step. Doctor X walked up to Sam and removed his gag from his mouth. Sam’s brow was sweating. His slightly freckled cheeks were flush red from his embarrassing erection. “Please,” he whispered in a begging, husky voice.

Doctor X smiled, “Don’t worry, Cannonball. I won’t let you lose your manhood before you lose your virginity.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out what looked like a fat flesh colored dildo. “Recognize this?”

“Oh Gawd!!!” Sam gasped, with his deep southern drawl.

“I had it cut off of you before our last test of your mutant power. This is your erection, Samuel. This is your own penis. Your next-to-last penis, as it turns out. Yeah, I brought it to erection with my own hand. Cut it off with my own hand. Then watched as your mutant power blast disintegrated your lower body and then reformed it, complete with a new floppy soft member exactly like the one I had cut off minutes before. Amazing!”

Sam starred with wide blue eyes at his own erect phallus in Doctor X’s hand. Damn, it looks so big from this angle, an angle he had never seen his on member from before. Shit, that was his piece of meet! Sam looked down at his current erection jutting out from his blond pubic bush. FUCK!

Doctor X could almost read the lad’s mind. He smiled and stepped forward, holding Cannonball’s former penis next to his present member. God, they were identical. The same fat, perfectly formed mushroom head, the same soft pink folds of foreskin rolled back over itself, the same particularly fat vein bulging at the top midway down his shaft. God, two identical cocks produced from the same mutant manhood—both large pieces of virgin male meat. Doctor X smiled at the poor southern boy. “Yeah, Samuel, your cock measures at just under 7.5 inches. That is an impressive tool, son. Bigger than 85% of males on this planet—mutant or normal. If fact,” Sam felt Doctor X’s cold, rough index finger against his thin, sensitive cock skin about an inch and a half below the ridge of his plump purple helmet, “This is as far as your old teammate Doug could stick is cock into that wolf-girl. Damn son, you could have given her hairy wolf-pussy SO much more meet?”

Sam closed his eyes tightly as a wave of pleasure rushed over his cock from the contact with Doctor X’s finger and his own former cock pressed against the side of his throbbing member. God, he’d give anything to stick that cock of his into Wolfsbane at that very moment. God, he loved being a male!

But Doctor X had different ideas. “No, no, you mutant scum. You won’t get near that wolf-girl now. Her pussy has already been fertilized by the dirty mutant seed that geeky kid’s short stinger pumped into her pussy. You’ll never get to go where he did. But, I promised you that you wouldn’t die a virgin. And you won’t.”

With that, Doctor X pressed a button on the side of the X-shaped restraint table and Cannonball felt his body lower and he head swivel back. The table was moving on large hydraulics that positioned him parallel to the ground about waist high. With the press of a second button, Cannonball felt his legs raise up and bend and his ass swivel slightly higher than his waist. He felt like he was positioned the way women are when they are in the stirrups for a doctor. Sam found himself staring at the ceiling. But he could raise his head enough to look down at Doctor X standing between he spread legs. His lower body was completely exposed and vulnerable. “Oh Gawd,” Sam exclaimed. “Gawd, don’t. This ain’t happenin.”

Doctor X smiled at him. His long face was held up his muscular neck. His eyes were so pleading. His freckled cheeks flushed red. Without taking off his clothes, Doctor X placed Sam’s former erect penis onto a strap and hooked his legs through the elastic band. There he stood, fully clothed, with Sam’s 7.5-inch erection, naked and enormous, sticking out from his groin. Doctor X stared at the poor New Mutant and then pressed forward.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” Cannonball panted. His lean muscular abs, check, and shoulders bulged as he tried to pull away. But he couldn’t. The X held him in place. Doctor X applied generous lube to the tip of Cannonball’s former phallus and grinned. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, not my hole. Gawd, not my hole. It isn’t right. It’s against Gawd. Please, please, fuck, I’m a man. Gawd, I can’t be fucked. Jesus, I haven’t even been with a girl! Aaaauughhhh, oh GAWD!” Sam exclaimed as he felt his own cock head penetrate into his ass.

Doctor X had fucked enough mutants in his day to know how tight Cannonball’s hole was without feeling it himself. He could only push the mutant’s fat cock in so far before having to apply more lube and start again. But he did it, inch-by-inch and lube-by-lube, until finally Cannonball had all 7.5 inches of his own cock inside of his body.

When Doctor X pushed in the last inch, Sam threw his head back and stared wide-eyed at the cold white ceiling. “Oh GAWWWDDD!” he exclaimed. And Doctor X knew that the poor New Mutant leader had felt his own fat cock head push hard into his prostate. The doctor didn’t waste anytime now that he had taken the mutant’s virginity. He started to hump back and forth, like he was fucking a woman, running his hands down Cannonball’s smooth, hairless ribs and abs. He cupped Cannonballs’ fat pink colored southern-boy sack as he pumped him and listened to the former powerful mutant’s whimpers and grunts. His fat mutant balls were so big, churning full of mutant seed. The doctor allowed his hand to move up to Cannonball’s fat cock and stroked it, feeling the heavy foreskin pop over the overly-plump spearhead. Doctor X took notice of how much clear sticky pre-cum had already dribbled onto Sam’s navel and love trail. No doubt, the pre-seed fluid had been forced out by the jabbing of his prostate by his own cock now violating his male pussy. For what else was his hole now if not a pussy. The thought overwhelmed the doctor and he lowered his body on top of Cannonball, feeling his tight chest muscles and rubbing his hands over his freckled shoulders.

“Oh, yeah, Samuel. You make such a good female! You feel that? You feel that big cock inside you? If you’d ever gotten to fuck that wolf-girl’s pussy, that is what it would have felt like for her to accept your fat cock.” Doctor X stared into Cannonball’s eyes, which were half pinched closed from the pressure overwhelming him from inside his ass. Tears streamed down his freckled cheeks as the doctor’s words echoed in Cannonballs humiliated and violated mind.

He thought of Cyclops, his mentor, and how many times he must have fucked Ms. Grey. Is this what she felt? Fuck, he was feeling sex as a woman. He was being fucked. And not only that, he was getting fucked by himself—by the same manhood he had been so proud of and had wanted to much to stick into a woman.

Every time the doctor fucked Sam deep it produced a high-pitched whimper and a shutter from his body. Doctor X knew this was from hitting his prostate with a vengeance. And he kept it up, pushing as deep as possible into Cannonball’s violated bowls. More and more fluid began to leak out of Sam’s untouched erection with now lay quivering on his body, pointing toward his face, the helmet head passing his naval and resting on his lowest abs. This fluid was thicker and whiter. Sam was literally having the sperm fucked out of him.

“You hear that, Samuel?” Doctor X asked from above his head. “You hear those whimpers and squeals? You sound just like a bitch in heat, don’t you Samuel?”

All Cannonball could do was whimper and cry. God, he did sound like the women in the pornos he used to jack off to. Fuck. The noises he made while being fucked didn’t sound like anything he had ever heard from himself. Oh god, he was being fucked!

“I’ll bet you always felt like such a big strong man, haven’t you Samuel. In your New Mutant’s uniform, blasting out into the sky with your mutant power. Invulnerable as you were in flight. Unstoppable, barreling through walls and mountains. Fists thrust forward, teeth gritted. Yeah, you felt like a man. Well, now you feel like a pussy, don’t you? And you know what? When I cut off your fat mutant balls, that’s how you’ll always feel. No more flying through the air, no more busting through anything you want, no more mutant powers, no more masculine powers!”

Cannonball’s tearful eyes burst open with a look of shock and horror. “Oh GAWD, NOOOOOOOoooo.” And in that instant, Doctor X saw spurt after spurt of long, thick white seed blast from Cannonball’s impossibly throbbing cock head and splash all over his face, chest, and abs. Sam’s cock jerked and twitched as it experienced a touchless orgasm. “Gawd, no!” Cannonball panted. And then the pleasure ebbed and reseeded. And all that was left was the horrible pressure of his own former cock inside his body.

Doctor X smiled at the young man’s ultimate defeat. He pulled Sam’s form cock out of his ass with a “pop,” then wiped the mess from it with a wet rag before removing it from the strap. With a few more button presses, Doctor X repositioned his subject so that he was more or less in a reclined, seated position. Sam’s fat dick and loose balls now hung down into the emptiness between the table and the floor.

“I know you’re exhausted,” Doctor X said, suddenly assuming a more friendly tone. “But I have to get everything done before you can sleep. I’ll do this as fast as I can.”

Sam barely heard him. His ears were ringing with the horrible power of what had just happened to him. He had felt pain, humiliation, violation, pleasure, emission, and ejaculation all at once. His mind swam as the stench of his own mutant sperm rose form his chest to his nose. He thought of Cyclops, his mentor, who had always treated him like a little brother. What would Cyclops say if he could see him now? Bound to this X-frame, his hole having been fucked by his own fat cock until he orgasmed and ejaculated without any friction on his male pole. And now with all his sperm spreading out over his chest and stomach. Fuck. He wasn’t a man anymore, Sam thought. He couldn’t go back form this. He had been made a pussy. He would never be able to think of himself the same. “Oh Gawd,” Sam moaned.

“Almost done, Samuel,” Doctor X said gently.

And it was only then that Cannonball’s mind focused on what was happening in that moment. The doctor had his fat pink ball-sack in his left hand. In his right he had the scalpel. Sam opened his mouth to protest, but before he made a sound, Doctor X cut.

Sam’s face twisted in agony as his high-pitched scream filled the room. Doctor X thought to himself how it wasn’t such a different sound as when the mutant had climaxed from being fucked. Within a moment, Doctor X had filleted the 18-year-old mutant’s sack so that both his mighty mutant testicles were hanging out by their cords. Sam was staring at the ceiling and squealing like a pig. As Doctor X tied off both of his ball cords, Sam clinched his helpless fists and tried one last time to “blast” his way off the table. But his power wouldn’t work. Fuck, it wouldn’t work.

He whimpered through his agony, his southern voice rough and exhausted. “Please, please, don’t take my power. Don’t take my balls. Gawd, anything but that. Not my power, not my balls.”

Doctor X just smiled and scrapped the edge of the scalpel over Sam’s left nut-cord.

“Nooooo, Gawwwd,” Sam bellowed as he felt the weight of his testicle vanish from the end of his cord. He was half castrated, and he new it.

“Almost done,” Doctor X repeated in the same gentle tone. “Just one more and you’ll be neutered and no longer a threat.”

“No, no, no, don’t take my power away,” Cannonball pleaded through his panting and whimpering.

“There,” Doctor X said as he flicked his scalpel and severed Sam’s right nut. “You’re all fixed up now.”

Sam’s sperm covered chest heaved and panted. His eyes were moist and dull. His cock had shriveled completely. He no longer squealed but just kept repeating over and over in a low, whispered voice, “Oh Gawd no, Gawd no, Gawd no.”

Doctor X ignored him now as he tidied up Sam’s fat but empty nut sack. He thought for a moment of circumcising the young eunuch. But then decided against it. Research might like to cut his flaccid penis off before releasing him. It wasn’t every day that science got a chance to study two identical penises. This mutant’s sacrifice might one day cure normal human male of impotence and other penile diseases.

He hit the intercom. “Nurse, I’m finished in here with Mutant 04563. I’m going to leave the subject restrained for penile harvesting. Is the next subject ready?”

“Yes Doctor,” the nurse replied with a singsong tone. “Mutant 05764 is in processing room 4.”

“Any special needs on this one?”

“Probably not. His alias is Pyro. Seems to have been part of the Brotherhood crew that was picked up last week.”

“I’ll be right there,” Doctor X replied. He dropped Sam’s stolen testicles into a specimen jar and wrote the ID on the label. As the left the room, he slapped Sam’s cheeks with his own severed erect penis until he regained consciousness. “I have to move on now. Another team will be here in a moment to cut off your penis.”

“Oh Gawd,” Sam moaned weakly. The pain radiated from between his legs.

“Here, I’ll leave this with you. They will want to collect it with you current penis.” With that, Doctor X stuffed Sam’s severed erection into the poor former mutant’s mouth headfirst.

Sam felt his cock invade his mouth, but there was nothing he could do. There he lay, slack jawed, emasculated, depowered, fucked like a pussy, his own erect cock stuck in his mouth. His tongue had been forced under his foreskin, and he felt the curves of the underside of his mushroom head against his taste buds. “Uuhhhmmmmmm,” he whimpered into his cock-gag.

“That’s a good girl,” Doctor X said to the new eunuch with a smile. “I’m off to catalogue these.”

Then he showed Sam the specimen jar. Sam’s blue eyes focused on the jar and he say his own fat, huge testicles lying within. They had been his, his manhood, his baby makers, his power, his nuts. Now they were in a jar. Tears formed in his eyes once more as he read the label:

“SAMUEL GUTHRIE’S CANNONBALLS.”