Wednesday, September 22, 2021

(MM/M) The Smoothing

 So, this is NOT my story. It's one that I found many years ago on the EuA and I really liked it. It's not completed and since I don't know who wrote it, I have no way of seeing if there is, somewhere, a completed version and if there's any sequels. Anywho I really liked the idea and thought I'd share it here. If somone knows the author, let me know. 


cheers,

n.


The Smoothing



I had often travelled through Southeast Asia in search of rare furniture
and collectables; I brought these back for resale in the States, often
making a handsome profit, as well as paying my travel expenses.

The market for Southeast Asian collectables was getting more and more
competitive; my clients began to demand items that were increasingly
difficult to procure; many of the items they asked for were illegal --
rare ancient coins and artifacts, items that are strictly prohibited for
export from Asian countries.

In desperation, I turned to a friend in the trade who I knew had
connections with the "Asian mafia". He directed me to Mr. Ling, whose vast
and powerful connections allowed him to procure just about any item, no
matter how rare or illegal. My friend helped me make arrangements to meet
Ling in Hong Kong to see if we could do business together.

I had high hopes for my meeting with Ling; my financial situation made
this a do-or-die trip. As we had arranged, I waited outside the Hotel
Intercontinental with a red umbrella at my side. After about thirty
minutes a black vintage Rolls Royce pulled up to me, and a voice behind
the small crack in the smoke-black window asked, "You Charlie?"

"Ya, that's me," I said as the back door opened to let me in. The chauffer
wasted no time getting the car up to speed, and I found myself sitting in
the back seet next to Chang, who spoke little English. Chang had porcelein
skin, a slender body and could have been anywhere between 15 and 40; I
could not tell in the dim light of the car; besides, he seemed strangely
androgynous. He often looked at me with curious glances, and as we started
to wind our way up a curvy hill towards Ling's estate, he asked, "you
smoothed yet?"

I had no idea what Chang meant, but before long I would know all to well
what he was referring to. We arrived at Ling's estate, and Ling led me
into a dark interior room, which was barren except for a few floor mats
and low, black table in the center. We sat down across from each other at
the table, and Ling began to talk, with a well-educated sounding British
accent.

Ling looked well-fed, about fourty years old, with his long black hair
pulled into a pony-tail at the back. "You see Charlie, we do business here
our own way, very different than in U.S. Here, you must prove your worth
to me by an act of submission. This involves an irreversible sacrifice, an
act of devotion that will earn my loyalty. In return, I can make you rich
beyond your imagination," said Ling.

"I'm here to do business," I said firmly. Then, trying to sound
matter-of-fact, I asked "Just what sort of sacrifice are you talking
about?"

"Well, the first step is called smoothing. This is a ceremonial operation
you will submit to; we will push your testicles into your abdomen,
completely remove your scrotum, and then sew you up. You will still retain
your manhood, but symbolically you will have submitted it to me. Only then
will I know you can be trusted," said Ling.

I knew I would have to pay a price for dealing with the "Asian mafia", but
I had no idea it would involve my balls. I thought about getting up and
leaving, but upon reflection, I realized that I would still have my nuts,
only they would be sewn up into my abdomen. I would appear castrated, but
not actually be; it this was all Ling demanded for untold riches in
return, I could be persuaded. After a moment, I asked Ling, "You mentioned
this was the first step... what is the next one?"

Ling answered slowly: "well, if our relationship turns out to be
rewarding, you may ask for the crushing."

"You mean, I will ASK you for this? What does this involve?" I said.

"Yes," said Ling, "most of my associates eventually ask for this, it is
required to continue doing business beyond the first year. You will allow
me to crush your testicles while they are inside your abdomen. Since they
are no longer hanging outside your body, and you will not have a scrotum,
I will crush your testicles with my fingers, pressing them deep inside of
you; I will press your nuts up against your pubic bone until they finally
burst. This is not as painful as it sounds; you will be given plenty of
alcohol to numb the pain."

He continued. "For some this only takes a few hours. If your nuts are
large, it may take longer to completely crush them. Just when the pain is
at it's worse, and I am pressing your nuts as hard as I can, you will feel
a 'pop' as your nut ruptures... then the pain will turn into a dull, warm,
throb as I crush the life out of your testicle...it will get flatter and
flatter, and I will squeeze and press it until it is completely liquid;
then start crushing your remaining nut, which has just lost it's brother.
When I finish with your nuts, your abdomen will be filled with 'testicle
soup'; at this point, Chang will open the smooth spot that used to be your
scrotum, and the soupy remains of your nuts will drain into a bowl."

At this point, the smoothing proceedure sounded pretty darned tame to me,
and I figured I'd submit to this for the first year of business with Ling,
and then end the relationship before the "crushing". Ling said, "Well, how
about it?"

"Let's do it," I said, as Ling led me into an adjoining room, which was
all white, brightly lit, with a white bench in the middle. There were
various instruments on a tray next to the table; surgical gloves, cutting
tools, bandages, stitches, etc. "Are you ready for your smoothing?" asked
Ling. "Sure," I replied.

With that I was instructed to take off my pants and prepare for the
"ceremony". My nuts were hanging low in my large scrotum; i was instructed
to lay down on my stomach for an enema that would "make me sleepy." Chang
came in and started to pump the enema into me; my lower intestines felt
all warm as I started to get drowsy. I felt Chang turn me over onto my
back and strap my arms and legs to the table. Just as I drifted off to
sleep I felt Chang pushing my testicles up, trying to get them into my
abdomen. "These ones big, may take longer for operation," I heard him say
as the room faded to black.

Asian Castration, Part 2
--------------------------------------

Whatever Chang had pumped into me didn't keep me unconscious for long; I
felt extremely groggy and relaxed; I was aware of my surroundings, and
could hear every word that Chang and Ling exchanged as they proceeded with
my "smoothing" operation. I was completely paralyzed, except for my eyes,
which I kept near-closed, so that Chang and Ling would think I was asleep.

For a brief moment I began to panic; "What have I got myself into?" I
thought, realizing that I was half-way around the earth strapped to a
table, with two men I barely knew an hour ago performing a bizarre ritual
operation on my genitals. Maybe they were going to kill me--there was
nothing I could do to stop them, and nobody else in the world knew I was
here, let alone in Asia.

The "operating table" was hinged at the middle, and they had tilted half
of it , so my head and upper body were propped up at a 30 degree angle; my
arms were strapped by my side, and my legs were spread apart and strapped
to the end of the table. Through my squinted eyes I could see everything
Chang and Ling were doing as they prepared my for my "smoothing". Chang
was doing most of the work, as Ling directed and made occasional comments.


Ling began to pour a warm syrupy substance on me; it smelled vauguely of
eucalyptus, honey and cloves. Chang rubbed this substance all over my
cock; though the medicine Chang gave me had numbed and paralyzed me, I
still began to get aroused; I could see a smile develop on Chang's face as
he rubbed the potion all over my half-hard cock and large balls; he spend
a long time smoothing the gooey liquid around my scrotum, squeezing my nuts
as he did this. I could tell he was squeezing my nuts hard, but all I felt
was a faint pressure in my abdomen. At one point he clasped my large left
nut between his hands, with his fingers interlocked; he seemed to be
squeezing as hard as he could, -- I could see his face turning red, and I
could feel a stronger pressure in my abdomen, but no real pain. It was
almost like I was watching this happen to someone else-- only I knew the
cock and balls I were looking at were my own. Ling mentioned something
about the "first part" being done; I could see Chang preparing another
enema bottle of whatever substance given me earlier; they both left the
room.

About twenty minutes passed; whatever they had rubbed into the skin of my
scrotum and penis and thighs was beginning to burn and tingle and the skin
was turning bright red -- the "aneasthesia" was obviously wearing off, as
it was almost becoming unbearable. Later I learned this was a substance
that made the skin very soft and pliable, in preparation for cutting.

Ling and Chang entered the room again, and despite the now almost
unbearable pain, I pretended I was asleep. My balls felt like they were
on fire; I could see my scrotum was swollen up to almost twice its normal
size.

Ling instructed Chang to administer the second enema; this time I looked
forward to it, as I knew this would bring welcome relief from my burning,
itching nuts and cock. Chang applied the enema, and the warm liquid filled
my lower intestine; I felt began to relax again. At this point I was
almost looking forward to the operation, or at least to having it over
with.

Ling handed Chang what appeared to be a very sharp piece of bamboo. Change
began to make an up-and-down motion with it into my scrotum in front of my
left nut; I could see he was slowly going deeper, pausing every once in a
while to wipe away blood with a white cotton cloth. Before long he had
formed a cut into my scrotum, about one inch long. When he was satisfied
with the cut, he applied a substance which completely stopped the
bleeding; I could see the surface of my left nut just below the freshly
sliced skin. Chang began to squeeze my scrotum around the left nut,
forcing it to begin emerging out of the hole he had just cut. "I see he's
ready to lay his first egg," said Ling with a smile.

Since my left nut was bigger than the hole, it only partly popped out;
Chang squeezed my scrotum harder and harder, trying to get it to pop out of
the scrotum completely. It was about one-fourth of the way out now,
emerging a little more each time Chang squeezed. I think Chang purposely
cut the hole too small, so he could enjoy the challenge of making me "lay
my first egg". With a loud grunt, Chang pushed as hard as he could, and I
could feel the "pop" as my nut emerged completely from my scrotum. It was
light-gray, smooth and shiny. Chang smiled as he began to make the
vertical cut in front of my right testicle; after a while, there was a
hole in front of this nut as well, only this one was smaller than the left
cut. Again, Chang began to squeeze as hard as he could to get me to "lay
my second egg". Before long, me right nut too began to emerge; with a
final hard squeeze, it too popped out, and lay completely outside my
ball sack. My scrotum appeared completely deflated, void of the precious
cargo it had held for so many years. My nuts dangled out in front of it,
for the first time ever out in the air, outside my body. Rather than
being horrified, I felt strangely liberated; it was exciting to see my
nuts, so long hidden from me in their dark secret cave, out in the open.
They lay on the table in front of me, exposed and vulnerable, and I didn't
care.

Chang had one exposed nut in each hand; they were free from my ballsack,
so he could stretch them almost two inches away from my body. He was
pressing hard with his thumbs into each; if I were fully conscious, the
pain from this would surely be unbearable. "I think Charlie ready for
smoothing now," said Chang as Ling began to sketch an outline with his
finger around my deflated scrotum.


Monday, September 13, 2021

The Birthday Party (fffff/m)

 This is a little something I whipped up just for Knave. It's short, but has a nice feel to it. 

Cheers!

n.

The Birthday Party

 

Juan came up behind his wife as she washed dishes and smacked her firm ass playfully. Maria smiled shyly as he rubbed her backside.

 

"Tomorrow will be a good day, Maria. Jose will get his balls popped and Conchita will be 10."

 

"Juan, mebbe we could let Jose keep his balls . . . . "

"NO! You know family tradition. Only our eldest son, Phillipe, will keep his cahones to pass on our name, the other two boys must be gelded!"

 

Maria sighed. "Jose has been a good son. It will be a sad thing for him to lose his manhood."

 

"Ah, but think of it this way, Maria, we will have purity in our family. Only the best, the oldest son will spread his seed, and our other sons will stay, to take care of us in our old age. It is a good thing, Maria."

 

The woman turned to hug and kiss her husband. "I suppose so." Then she smiled.

 

The next day was a day of celebration. The pinata was hung on the tree outside, a huge bouncy castle was blown up in the back yard, a trestle table full of food and beverages and treats was set up and five little girls wearing beautiful dresses were playing games. There were also tons of gifts and presents for little Conchita. The whole family was there, including Jose, a muscular, fit boy who was dressed only tight underwear. It was his honor and privilege to give his sister his balls on her birthday and he was more than a little excited. His huge balls and woody would hardly stay tucked inside properly! 

 

First was the piñata. It was a bull with huge testicles, and Conchita was blindfolded and handed a bat by Jose. Jose got to watch her immasculate the bull and knew with surety he would follow. WHACK WHACK WHACK went the bat as Conchita tried with all her might to rupture the huge cahones that she couldn't see, but could hear and feel. WHACK WHACK WHACK she went. Everyone cheered when she scored a hit and sighed when she missed them. After a few direct scores to the bull's nads they began to tear, and little bits of candy started poking out. Then after more hits one huge testicle ruptured completely and the candy just gushed out. Finally little Conchita, who had a contrary streak, ripped off her blindfold and just went for it. She totally demolished the bull's scrotum until the candy rained down like confetti. And there was much rejoicing.

 

The next stage was opening the bags of party gifts to all the little girls, and they all included new fuzzy socks. All five girls sat on the table's bench and let Jose, who was the guest of honor, to remove their shoes, pull off their old socks, and then gently put on the new ones. All the girls wiggled their toes in the socks, which were pure angora and therefore very soft. While they sat there, Juan gave a speech about his beloved daughter Conchita turning 10 and he also explained how his beloved son, Jose, would be getting neutered today also. Jose had a big smile as he had been looking forward to this day for years. His 16-year-old hormones were raging, and he'd been taught from a young age that losing his nuts to his sister would be a blast! Juan told all the little girls that once they were inside the bouncy castle that none of them could leave until they had nutted young Jose and that they must kick him and kick him until his huevos rupture just like they had on the bull piñata. All the little girls clapped and there was much rejoicing.

 

One by one, handsome Jose personally carried the little girls into the bouncy castle until they were all inside, that way their fuzzy socks would remain clean. Then he let his father bind his hands, cover his eyes, and pull off his underwear. Now there was nothing standing between his nuts and the hard feet of five little girls. The music blared and the party continued, whilst inside the castle, five little girls had their way with a naked sixteen-year-old boy.

 

Inside it was dark and fairly quiet. Jose was on his knees while the little girls bounced around. Every once in a while one of them would launch a kick at Jose's goods and he'd make an "oof" sound, but it was clear they weren't going to get very far in making him a eunuch. So, Jose had to take charge to make them more effective. He laid on his back and had them each land on his groin. This was better, but as often as not they'd just squash his raging boner instead of his two plump spuds, so he had his sister try and stand over him and just ram his nuts with her foot. Naturally all the girls wanted in on this, so they all took turns just kicking his cajones and then going back to bouncing. Slowly but surely his nuts began to soften and swell, and it wasn't long before they were the size of lemons rather than regular balls. 

 

Next Jose had each girl land on his groin with their knees, telling them they had to really force their kneecap into his eggs. They all tried this, though some did it more effectively than others. Jose's knob began to ooze some prejack, and little pearls of cum began to coat the thighs of the young chiquitas. Over and other they laughed, bounced and pummeled Jose's sore manhood. Squeals of delight mixed with cries of agony could be heard by the outside party, and Maria and Juan knew that their son was giving up his goods properly, as every man should.

 

After about fifty kicks and knees to his testicles, one of them began to herniate, and Jose began to sob from the pain. Conchita loved this and just began to bounce solely on the flouncing gonads. Spurts of jism became timed with percussion to his privates, and after several minutes of this, his smaller right testicle ruptured and went flat. All the little girls cheered at Conchita, and she laughed with glee. Jose's muscular young body shuddered. And as Conchita let his remaining nut have all the attention, it began to swell even more and just as it seemed to overwhelm the boy's scrotum, it popped with a huge "POP" noise and Jose's youthful cock spurt cum all over his body, even as his hips bucked in painful pleasure. After seven full volleys of cum erupted, the boy went still, but the little girls didn't. They kept bouncing on his groin until his scrotum was just a huge bag of mush.

 

Eventually the girls got tired and exited the structure.

 

"Papa," said Conchita, "I think Jose's all tuckered out. He's in the castle and he's not moving."

 

"Ah," said Juan, nodding sagely, "And did you crush his nuts like I asked you too?"

 

"Yes, papa," said the young girl, smiling.

 

"Good, now, let's go cut the cake."

 

The music continued, the naked boy rested peacefully in the castle, and there was much rejoicing . . . by all.

 

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