The decision has been made, and their dicks are coming off. Will it be the best thing to ever happen to this young couple? Or will it be a mistake that will tear them apart?

Exhausted from the previous nights activities, Paul and Mick had fallen into a deep sleep. Mick was the first one up, excited as a kid on Christmas morning. He almost couldn’t believe that a life long fantasy was about to come true.

His dick was hard with morning wood, but as Mick played with it he could feel it get even harder. Maybe he was crazy. He knew at seven and a half inches he had a dick most guys would kill for. He’d seen enough of them in his young life to know it was a pretty nice piece of equipment. He traced a finger along the large, prominent vein that started in his groin, followed along the whole dark skinned shaft, and disappeared into the slender purple head. He knew the feel of every vein on it. The way the foreskin clung to the lower part of the head when at full mast. The way his balls clung tightly to the underside the second he felt aroused, which was pretty much all the time.

By this time tomorrow all he’d have left of it would be a rubber dildo replica. The dark brown rubber replica that was sitting on his nightstand. On their three month anniversary, Paul had purchased two ‘Clone-Your-Bone’ kits to make life-molds of their dicks to use in their fantasy play. Other then the colour being off, it was a perfect looking replica. Just as perfect as the replica that sat on Paul’s night stand of his own bone. When they’d made them, Mick had never thought it’d someday become a replacement for the real deal hanging between his legs.

Propping himself up on his elbow, Mick looked over at his partner who was still asleep. Paul shifted a lot at night, so the sheets never covered him very long. Now he was sprawled out on his side of the bed, totally nude like some sleeping Greek statue.

Mick never expected he’d end up falling in love with some muscle bound white guy. No matter how handsome he was. Now he couldn’t imagine being with anyone else. Paul’s dick lay limply against his thigh. He never seemed to get the full on morning wood like most guys. Instead he was usually semi-hard, and wouldn’t go full out without some manual stimulation.

With his free hand, Mick started tracing along the massive tribal tattoo that covered the whole left half of his boyfriend’s torso. The trail that followed the curve under his pecks, branching off down along his abs. A further branch ending a mere inch from the base of his dick. Another that ran down along the bulging muscles of his thigh. Back up along his side across his massive lats. Then down and around his arm ending at his wrist. The white skin smooth and nearly flawless. Not a single hair to be found.

Mick started to massage Paul’s silky smooth sack. His balls hung low down between his thighs. It wasn’t unusual for Paul to wake up in the middle of the night, having shifted and crushed his balls with his thighs. Or the number of times he’d managed to sit on them. For all the trouble they caused, Mick was a little surprised Paul never even fantasized about cutting them off. He’d joke he could rip his dick off without a second thought, but he’d rather die then give up his nuts.

To each their own, Mick guessed. For his part, Paul couldn’t really understand why a guy with a beautiful big dick like Mick would want to cut it off. Paul always saw his dick as being on the small side, despite it being the same length as the vast majority of guys. A previous boyfriend had told him what he lacked in length he more then made up for in girth. Which really was the case. But to Paul, it was small. Useful, but small.

It didn’t take much work from Mick’s hand to not only stir Paul’s dick to life, but Paul himself. He stretched, opened his eyes, and smiled. “Morning,” he yawned.

Mick returned the smile threefold. “Morning yourself,” he said. “You still want to do this?” Mick asked as he started to pump Paul’s rapidly stiffening member.

Paul sat up a little, and let Mick keep doing what he was doing. Figuring he might as well enjoy himself as long as he could. “Yeah, I’m ready,” Paul said. “I’ll miss it. I know that. But I can live without it.” Paul knew that was a lie, and Mick could hear it in his voice. He didn’t know if he really could live without it.

Since the age of twelve, when he first figured out what jerking off was, he’d been at it three times a day at least. If need be, he could cum in less then three minutes of furious pumping. To be constantly horny without that ability for a quick release ...

“You don’t have to do this,” Mick told him. “For the last five years I’ve known this is what I really want to do. I was just waiting to fall in love with a guy who’d love me even if I were dickless. Doing it with that guy has only ever been fantasy. Don’t do it if you’re not positive you want this.”

They’d had the same talk last night. And Paul was sure he was okay with going through with it. Usually his dickless desire died off after he came, but last night he’d had the most powerful orgasm of his life, and afterwards the desire wasn’t just still there; it was as strong as it’d ever been. He was convinced this was the right thing to do.

He was just nervous because of the potential for something to go wrong. But they had an fully qualified doctor standing by who’d be there in a moments notice if anything happened. Mick’s expert hand was keeping him perpetually on the verge of exploding.

“If I am going to suddenly regret cutting it off,” Paul said, “It’ll be just after I do it. And as Justin said, the way we’re going to do it, it won’t be hard for a team of surgeons to reattach it. So I spend a few days under psych evaluation. I can take it.”

“You’re sure?” Mick asked, letting go of Paul’s dick. He didn’t like the idea that Paul might actually have planned on having it reattached after they did this. There was never a medical certainty it could be done, and if this was the case, it could end up destroying Paul.

“You ask me that again, I’ll rip the damn thing off with my bare hands,” Paul said sounding dead serious. He grabbed the dildo off the nightstand, lubed it up, and went to town on his tight hole. He quickly finished off what Mick had started, almost as if trying to prove he’d be fine without his dick.

They ate a good sized breakfast. Mick made the final arrangements with Justin. He lived in the building across the street, so he’d be standing by until he got the call to come over and fix them up. He also informed Mick of what he’d come up with in terms of final payment for his services. He wasn’t charging money because they were friends, and he knew if he got caught performing surgery like this he’d end up losing his medical license.

Mick got his box of supplies from the closet. He’d bought them a few months ago, intending them to be used only to heighten the times they enacted their penectomy fantasies. The first time he showed them to Paul, he explained what each was, and what it’d be used for. Paul has been so turned on that when Mick went to insert the catheter, Paul came the second it touch the head of his dick.

Paul had laid the plastic sheet on the bed. He had the digital video camera set up on its tripod, and rechecked the settings. He did the same with Mick’s camera. Everything was ready to go.

Together they sat up on the bed. Paul wiped down Mick’s smooth groin with antiseptic, then did the same to his own. Just as he’d felt Mick’s erection get even harder when he wiped it down, his own did the same thing. Mick then slid a catheter down Paul’s urethra, and did the same to himself. It was all either of them could do to keep from shooting right then and there.

Mick loaded the elasticator, and slipped the band over Paul’s visibly pulsing dick. He pushed it down to where it was as close to the base of Paul’s penis he could get without somehow shoving it inside of Paul’s groin. Paul let out a deep yelp of pain as the elastic came off. The procedure was repeated, only a little further up the shaft. Again Paul yelped. His penis was as full and hard as he’d ever seen it, nearly beating last nights surprise performance.

Mick did the same procedure to his own dick. The pain was much worse then he’d anticipated, but he clamped his jaw shut to keep from crying out. Another snap and another suppressed scream, and it was done. His normally dark brown shaft had gone three shades darker. Mick’s hand looked nearly white next to it.

Next came the needles. Justin had explained in detail to Mick how to load them, where to inject them, and how much to inject. The anesthetic had been swiped from the hospital by Justin. The pain of the needle going into each side of his shaft felt like nothing to Paul after the pain the bands were causing him. Mick felt the same way, injecting his own dick just as the pain was starting to make him a little woozy.

It’d take a few minutes for it to take full effect. During which time neither Paul nor Mick really talked. They held hands and waited. It was a curious sensation for the both of them. The pain from the bands began to diminish until it wasn’t even a dull ache. Where they had felt their straining erections just moments before they could now feel nothing. If they hadn’t looked down to check, they’d have sworn their dicks were already gone.

Mick handed Paul a fresh scalpel, and took one for himself. They each noticed the other was shaking slightly. “You ready for this?” Paul asked, taking a deep breath.

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” Mick said while also taking a deep breath. They let go of one another’s hands, and began. They gripped their dicks with one hand. “If it didn’t feel so familiar, I’d swear I was holding some strangers cock,” Mick commented with a chuckle.

“Yeah,” Paul agreed. “A preview of what’s to come.” They each placed the scalpel blade against the base of their dicks. In perfect sync they took another deep breath, and slid the scalpel blade into their cock flesh. A bead of dark red blood pooled against each blade.

“I thought it’d be harder,” Paul commented in awe. “Like trying to cut into a piece of wood or something.”

“It’s more like cutting into,” Mick searched for the right analogy, and went with the obvious. “It’s like cutting into a raw sausage,” he said with a grin.

Paul was the first to continue cutting. The blade slid around through his shaft, putting up only minimal resistance. It almost didn’t look real to him as he completed the first full circuit of the shaft.

Mick followed likewise. He was careful not to nick the catheter. He nervously laughed, also in awe of how easy this was. They locked eyes, a dozen emotions playing through them both. With a small nod they continued cutting.

One more circuit with the blade, and a quick cut through the core of his shaft, and Mick had completely severed his dick. He set the scalpel aside and picked up a sanitary wipe to clean up what little blood there had been. A thin trail of it had dripped down his sac.

His dick being much thicker, it took three full passes for Paul to get through most of his dick. He then started at what was left of the underside and sawed upward to finish severing the shaft. As soon as he did, Mick had a wipe ready and cleaned up the blood.

“I’ll go first,” Paul said. He gripped his penis in his hand, and slowly slid it up the long catheter tube. Both him and Mick stared in opened mouth awe at the sight of Paul effortlessly lifting his penis off his body. After sliding it up a good six inches he picked up the pair of scissors laying between them, and cut the catheter.

He held his severed cock in the palm of his hand. It was still as hard as it’d ever been. And still warm. It looked as if his dick had been impaled on a piece of tubing, the cut part of the catheter sticking out of each end of it. He was so fascinated with his former cock he hadn’t even noticed the orgasm. With no penis to help it along, the cum dribbled out the end of the catheter.

Mick finally snapped out of the same revelry Paul was in. “My turn,” he said with an eager grin. Slowly he slid his long, hard cock up the catheter. And just as Paul had, he cut the catheter leaving four inches sticking out of his stump. His cock too looked like it was now impaled on a plastic tube. Again, he let out a nervous laugh. “That’s it,” he said with an odd tone in his voice.

The next thing they did was to live one of Mick’s favorite fantasies. Paul took Mick’s former dick, and Mick took Paul’s. Paul again went first. With one hand he pinched the end of the catheter sticking out of his stump, and fitted it into the piece of catheter sticking out of the severed end of Mick’s cock.

He then slid Mick’s cock down the joined catheters until it the join was inside the shaft. Holding the catheter near his stump, Paul pulled the other catheter out of Mick’s cock and tossed it away. He then slid the dark brown cock down until it was firm against his banded stub.

It created the illusion that a beautiful seven inch black cock was sprouting form his white groin.

Mick repeated the process with Paul’s former member. It was surreal for Mick to look down and see a short, thick cock jutting out above his tight, black balls.

Paul stood up, and faced Mick, having to hold Mick’s cock in place. Mick got on his knees, and with a shuddering deep breath, did something he’d always wanted to do. He began deep throating his own cock. An intensity like he’d never felt before began to build in his groin. He desperately wanted to jerk off, even more aroused by the knowledge he couldn’t because the very cock he was sucking was the very one he needed for jerking off.

To call what he felt an orgasm didn’t do it justice in Mick’s mind. Paul couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Huge gobs of cum were blasting from his former cock. It was as if his former member had suddenly come back to life for one last time. Mick was sure that if it didn’t stop soon, his balls would implode.

The uber-orgasm finally subsided, and Mick collapsed onto his back feeling more satisfied then he’d ever had before. He was careful to hold into Paul’s dick, not sure if he could put it back if it slipped off him.

Paul grinned a wide, toothy smile. “My turn,” he said. Mick slowly got up, and hopped off the bed. Paul sat on the edge and laid back, all the while still holding Mick’s cock in place. With a little difficulty, Mick managed to slide a condom over the lifeless dick he was holding to his groin. Paul spread some lube over his waiting hole.

Without warning, Mick drove Paul’s cock into Paul’s ass. The first few times, Paul’s dick slid all the way out, Mick not used to fucking with a dick this short. Made shorter by the fact he had to hold it in place with one hand while doing it. It didn’t take him long to get the hang of it. Paul now understood why guys had always told him his dick was unusually thick. He’s never had something this thick pounding his ass before. Being fucked with his own dick by his boyfriend sent Paul over the edge within a few minutes.

While his orgasm hadn’t been nearly as intense as Mick’s, or like the one he’d had the night before, it still rated in the top five of his life. Not thinking it possible after what he’d just done a few minutes ago, the sight of his own dick pumping out his boyfriend’s seed made Mick cum all over again.

When they’d both finished, Mick pulled out of Paul, and pulled the condom off. Paul took his penis back from Mick, and Mick took back his penis from Paul. They laid beside each other on the bed, exhausted, but knowing they only had a little time left to do what they wanted to do. Already Mick’s cock had gone an even darker shade, and Paul’s was taking on a slightly purple hue.

The next hour was filled with as much playing as they could get. The first thing Mick did was photograph thier former members, capturing them from every angle, playing around with different arrangements.

Paul tried sucking on his, but aside from sucking out the last of Mick’s cum that had remained in it, it didn’t really do much for him. Needing a drink anyway, they both took turns using Mick’s former dick as a drinking straw. They had a competition to see who could juggle the cocks the longest without dropping them.

Mick held them up to the camera and displayed them like a model showing off a new product. When Paul called him a loser, Mick turned and whipped both of them at him, laughing as they bounced off Paul’s abs and onto the floor.

Finally they were both too worn out to go on, and the anesthetic was starting to wear off. They each experienced the first hint of very dull pain in their groins. They were laying side by side, each holding his own cock. Mick’s had gone a weird light brownish purple, and Paul’s was a dark lavender colour.

“If you’re going to change your mind,” Mick said, “It’s now or never.”

Paul leaned over and kissed Mick. “Not unless you change yours,” he said. Mick shook his head. Paul took Mick’s cock from him, got up, and turned the camera off as Mick went to the phone to call Justin.

Ten minutes later Justin was at their place. Paul had washed and dried off both cocks, and they were laying on the kitchen counter when Justin came in, dressed in scrub shirt and jeans, carrying a case of needed medical supplies. He looked more like a pretty frat boy then a surgical resident when he wasn’t at work. While straight, he was pretty much into anything sexual and/or wild. And this was the wildest combination of both he’d ever seen.

Kevin had shown Justin in, for the first time really feeling his lack of penis. He didn’t just feel naked, he felt somehow beyond naked now. Justin barely noticed the muscular dickless guy, and instead made straight for the kitchen and the severed cocks.

“Holy fuck,” Justin exclaimed under his breath. “You crazy sons of a bitches did it.” He picked up Paul’s cock and gave a good looking over, then set it aside to do the same with Mick’s. “Freaky,” he said mostly to himself. “Last time I saw it, Mick and I were roommates and I’d walked in on him jerking off. Guess that’ll never happen again,” he said with a laugh.

Kevin was surprised how Justin was taking this. He knew Justin was an open minded guy, but he didn’t think he’d be this open minded. Mick walked in, covering his groin with his hands, his face flush with embarrassment. Justin turned to him, still holding Mick’s cock, still grinning like mad. “Hey Mick! Man, I knew you were hung, but dude! If I was black, I’d totally try a penis transplant.”

Mick went an even darker shade and mumbled “Thanks. I guess.” It struck Paul that Mick wasn’t just embarrassed, he was ashamed. Was he regretting his penectomy? Justin finally put Mick’s penis down, and Kevin escorted him to the dining room where the final clean up work would take place. Justin busied himself getting things ready, leaving Kevin time to talk with Mick.

“Are you okay?” Kevin asked, knowing he wasn’t.

“I’m fine,” Mick lied. “Just ... I don’t know. Maybe I’m tired. And the anesthetic is really wearing off. And I walk in here to see my best friend holding my severed cock. This is all too weird.” He shook his head. “Even after what we just spent the last hour doing.”

Paul knew the tone in Mick’s voice. He was trying to be calm while feaking out inside. “Mick, be honest. Do you regret what we did?”

“I don’t know,” Mick said, looking down at the floor.

“Look, you can have Justin drive you to the hospital. If you go now-”

“No,” Mick said with as much authority as he could muster. “I’m fine. Really. It’s really starting to hurt, that’s all. I’m okay with what we did.”

“Then why are you covering yourself? The guy was just holding your dick. That has to trump any embarrassment at being naked in front of him.” Paul was getting scared now. This wasn’t like Mick at all.

Mick removed his hands from his groin and stood up straight, as if trying to prove to Paul he was fine. He walked over to the fridge, took out a previously prepared container of marinade, and dropped their dicks in it. He put the container back in the fridge, and walked out to the dining room.

Paul followed behind, hoping he wasn’t making a mistake. For the both of them.

Justin worked on Mick first. Paul did what he was instructed, having no idea of what Justin was doing. He may have looked like a pretty frat boy, but he was a total professional. It took over an hour for him to finish, including the reroute. When Justin was done, aside from the stitches and the thin wound, it looked as if Mick had never had a penis. Justin assured him that with proper after care, it would heal with barely a scar.

Mick and Paul exchanged places. Only now the anesthetic had worn down to less then half it’s full strength. Paul soon passed out. Justin was sure he’d be okay, and kept working. Things didn’t go quite as smooth, and it took nearly two hours to finish. Once done, Mick made the final arrangements for payment (part of it already taken care of when Justin first arrived), and Justin suggested they get some rest. And to call if they had any complications after. He’d check them both again in two weeks, to make sure everything had healed properly.

It was late into the evening when Paul finally woke up. There was a dull ache in his groin. At first he thought he’d crushed his balls between his thighs again, but when he reached down to fix the problem it all came flooding back to him. He was dickless, just a white bandage above his balls where his dick had once hung. He gently rubbed the bandage, a big smile spreading on his face.

Mick wasn’t with him. Paul got up, stretched and took a look at his new groin in the full length mirror. His balls looked even larger and more impressive without a piece of meat blocking them. He gently bounced his balls in his hands, feeling some slight discomfort as it pulled on the stitches and bumped the catheter sticking out of his new piss hole behind his balls.

With the grin still on his face, he strutted out to the kitchen, feeling almost like a new man. Mick was belting back a drink, and couldn’t help but smile at how happy his boyfriend looked. “How are you doing?” Paul asked, his eyes dropping to the white bandage about Mick’s balls. He’d never noticed how small Mick’s balls were compared to his own, as he never really paid attention to anything but Mick’s impressive dick.

“I’m feeling better,” Mick said. He had everything ready to go, just waiting for Paul before preparing the main course. He took the marinating cocks out of the fridge, and threw them into the waiting frying pan.

As Paul smelled their cocks cooking, he set the table. It wasn’t long until Mick and Paul were sitting down to a dinner of rice, salad, and fried cock. They saved the heads for last, as supposedly they were the best part.

Paul could feel what was left of his dick getting hard as he sliced his shaft in half. It was a little tough, but looked to be cooked all the way through. Mick experienced the same as he too cut his shaft in half. They exchanged lower halves, each wanting to try some of the other’s cock. Paul made a joke about preferring dark meat anyway, but only got a half hearted laugh out of Mick.

They each sliced a piece off the other’s shaft, and popped it in their mouths. It was both chewy and tough. The marinade tasted great. The meat itself tasted like ... it was more like beef. Mick felt a little weird, actually eating a piece of his boyfriend’s dick. Paul was so turned on by eating his boyfriend’s cooked penis he was sure he could feel his hard-on again. He even took a quick glance down, just to confirm what he already knew.

Mick ate the rest of Paul’s cock, and started in on his own. He couldn’t taste any difference between the two. Mostly he tasted the marinade. Which was okay. Penis wasn’t exactly the gourmet dish he’d always thought it’d be.

Paul took almost twice as long, savoring each bite. Mick’s shaft had a slightly saltier taste then his own. His was also chewier. Something to do with it’s thickness he guessed. As far as meat went, penis wasn’t really that spectacular. But eating his own fired cock was one of the best dining experiences of his life. He couldn’t believe just yesterday he was terrified to have his cock cut off. Now he was wondering why he didn’t do this earlier.

By the time he was down to just the head, Mick had finished off most of this side dishes. He’d left his head until Paul was ready to eat his. They toasted their penectomies, drank, then popped their cock heads into their mouths. Even Mick had to admit the head really was the best part. It was very tender, and had a unique taste. It reminded him of veal. Paul agreed. He was literally moaning with pleasure.

After dinner they relaxed on the couch for a while. Paul was as horny as he’d ever been, but with the pain killers only slightly numbing the pain, he wasn’t really up for anything. That and Mick was expressing no interest in sex what-so-ever.

The next few days neither of them was up for anything. Their groins were massive bruises, and the pain killers made the pain tolerable, but only barley. The weeks passed, and Justin came by to examine them. They’d healed nicely. Other then a small scar, it looked as if neither of them had ever had dicks.

That evening Paul returned to the gym for the first time since he’d cut his dick off. Mick hadn’t been interested in sex since it happened, and using a dildo wasn’t as convenient as jerking off; so Paul had a lot of pent up sexual energy to burn. He put it to good use in his workout. His workout felt almost as good as sex, to the point while working his chest muscles he had to stop before he nearly came.

In the locker room, he stripped and proudly walked to the showers with his towel slung over his shoulder. Every guy in the room stared at him, some in disgust, most in shock, and a few with intrigued curiosity. Paul didn’t care. He was proud of his new dickless body and was more then happy to show it off.

Unfortunately Mick was having the opposite reaction. Paul woke up that night to find Mick standing in front of the mirror, holding the dildo version of his former cock to his groin, tears streaming down his face. Without saying a word, Paul went to Mick and hugged him close.

The dual penectomy had changed their lives, and their relationship. While their sex life was never again what it had once been, neither of them missed it. Mick sought counseling for his depression, and with a lot of support from Paul was back to his old self by the end of the year. They’d developed an emotional connection they’d never knew was possible, and wouldn’t trade it for anything.