I walked down the alley to the last door on the left.  Sure enough, there was a green “69” painted just above the door handle.  I knocked 4 times and then waited.  A big guy with a shaved head and a goatee opened the door.

“Yea, whad’ you want?” he growled.  I couldn’t help but look him over.  He was a wet dream.  He wasn’t wearing a shirt, just a pair of  well packed bikini briefs.  He had big broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and was completely covered in tattoos.

“I’m Johnny Wrey.  Garry Cox sent me over,” I replied.

“Oh, yea.  We’ve been expecting you.  Come in.”

I walked through the door into a dimly lit hallway and followed the hunk.  My cock was hard and it hurt to be restrained by my pants.  He led me into a room with other men.  All were shirtless, bald, and were covered with tattoos.  My cock was straining to get free.

“Well, well, you’re Johnny Wrey.  How old are you Johnny?” asked one of the men.

“I turned 18 last month, sir.” I replied.

This guy made my knees weak.  He was bald but on his head,where his hair would have been, was completely tattooed.  He had a neatly trimmed goatee, 5 earrings in each ear.  He also had a pierced septum, eyebrow and lower lip.  He was coverd with tattoos, a body-suit.  My cock felt like it was going to burst.

“So, what are you here for, Johnny?” 

“Well, sir.  My Daddy, Garry Cox, sent me over here.  He said that since I really love having my cock tortured, I should come here for a penectomy.”  I replied.

“Well Johnny,” replied the man, “I’m Doc.  Garry told me all about you needing a penectomy, and I’m going to do one to you, but first, I have a question for you, Johnny.  Do you know what a penectomy is?”

“Not exactly, sir.  I think it is an extreme form of cock torture.”

“Well Johnny, you are right about that.  It is the most extreme cock torture there is.  However, it is more than that.  I think it would be better if you just found out all the details during your penectomy.”

I was told to take off all my clothes and lie on an exam table.  The other men took off their shorts.  I couldn’t believe it.  Even their penises and scrotums were tattooed.  Most of them had a ring in their cock head.  I would later find out that it is called a Prince Albert piercing.  I was harder than I had ever been.

Doc walked over to me.  His penis had to be 15 inches long.  It was covered in tattoos and pierced.  I wanted to suck him off right there.

“Johnny,” he asked, “would you like to jack off?”

“No Sir.  Please not yet!”

“Not yet? What are you waiting for?”

“Well, Sir, I prefer to have my cock tortured first, then when it’s over I like to jack off.  So, I want you to do the penectomy while I’m this horny.”

My arms and legs were tied to the table.  A mirror was positioned above me so that I could see everything that was to be done to my penis.  A rag was stuffed in my mouth and then taped in place.

The men started to jack off.  Doc walked between my legs.  His hard cock was pressing against my balls.  My dick was so hard I thought it would split in two. He shaved my pubes, cock and ball sack.  A catheter was slid down my urethra into my bladder.  He picked up a funny looking pair of pliers and squeezed the handles.  I was told that this device is called an elastrator.  There was a green band stretched by the prongs.  He slid the band down to the base of my cock and slid the band off.

Ouch, it hurt like hell to have that band dig into my cock flesh.  The pain just made me harder.  Another band was placed just above the first band.

“Gentlemen, I will now proceed to do his penectomy.”  “Johnny, for the rest of your life, you are going to be sorry that you didn’t jack off.  I couldn’t tell you why at the time because it would have given you the definition of the word penectomy, but in a moment, you will know.  For the rest of your life, you will regret that you ever came here,” said Doc.

This did not sound good.

“A penectomy is the surgical removal of your penis.”

“NOOOOO” I tried to scream through the gag.

The men started laughing, and jacking themselves faster.

Doc picked up a knife and slowly started to cut between the elastrating bands.  The pain was unbearable.  I didn't know anything could hurt so much.

I was screaming into the gag and tried to pull free from the ropes.  I tried to look away, but I couldn’t take my eyes off the scene as my beautiful 12 inch penis was being cut away.

Doc finished cutting and slowly lifted my cock away from me, sliding it off the catheter.  Tears were streaming down the sides of my face.  The other men started cumming and shot their loads on my chest.  Doc sewed up my stump and then announced, “It is finished.  He will never fuck, get a blow job, or jack off again.”

He took my cock and started rubbing the head against his cock.  Soon he was shooting his load on my chest too.

The men un-gagged me and Doc had me suck my cock.  I couldn’t believe I was sucking on my own cock. 

I looked at the beautiful pee hole.  The head was perfect plump and still warm.  I started to cry again.  The men shot their loads again on my chest and arms.

Then each man took my cock and sucked on it until he shot another load.  They mocked me asking me, “How does this blow job feel, dickless?”  and, “you like getting blown, dickless?”