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“BBQ 2NITE” by ADMIN

Near nightfall on a lonely country road a traveling salesman pulls into a cozy-looking bed-and-breakfast that’s part of a larger farm. He’s had a tough week. His muscles are stiff from a long drive, he’s got a headache and he hasn’t gotten laid since forever.

As he’s coming up the walk to the front door he sees two sexy mature women putting up a sign advertising a big annual barbecue to be given the following day. He glances at the photo of a large platter of barbecued meat before he goes up the front stairs.

The ladies join him at the reception desk inside. He finds out they run the farm and the bed-and-breakfast. He thinks to himself, “Too bad those old traveling salesman stories are hooey ’cause I’d sure like to get it on with these two honeys!”

As he’s checking in, the ladies tell him they love traveling salesmen and they get quite a few at their little bed-and-breakfast.

The next morning after a restful night he chats with the ladies while checking out. They mention that they’re going to be harvesting male eggs. They invite him to help out.

He’s intrigued but he’s also anxious to get in his car and get going. “How many eggs?” he asks with a little frown.

“Just a couple,” one of them says with a sly wink to the other. “It won’t take long.” They give him sly looks and warm smiles and he blushes and starts to get a hard on.

He follows them out to the barn.

They grin when they notice his hard on and tell him they always milk the bull before they harvest the eggs. “We use the bull milk for a special barbecue sauce. With brown sugar and spices it’s quite tasty.

He looks around the barn and doesn’t see any bulls so he’s a little mystified.

“You’re the bull!,” they laugh. Then they ask him to take his pants and underpants off and get down into a livestock restraining frame.

He’s stunned at first when he realizes what they’re asking but then he exclaims, “Hot damn! This must be my lucky day!”

The two women silently looked at each other and smile. “You’re quite right,” says one of the ladies, “this is going to be a very special day for you.”

They strap him tightly into the frame and he gets a little worried because it’s rendered him totally immobile. His erection begins to droop a little. Somewhat shakily he asks them why this is necessary.

“Oh, don’t worry,” they tell him soothingly. “Big ‘bulls’ like you can get pretty excited during milking and we don’t want to spill a single drop.” Then they place a big flat pan underneath to catch the bull milk.

One of them caresses his bottom and stimulates his bottom hole while the other grasps his stiff member. Together, they milk him to a shuddering climax and he spurts a half pint of thick, creamy bull milk.

Totally spent he sags in his bonds. Suddenly, he feels a sharp pain near his scrotal sac. “Ouch!”

“Just a little prick,” one of them says.

Quite irritated, he says, “Well, cut it out and let me up!”

“Not just yet. Hold on a minute. We still have to harvest those eggs.”

He feels them working behind him. “Wait, wait… you, you don’t mean… you don’t…” he starts to panic. “Please, please, don’t, don’t do this to me!” he bleats like a frightened sheep.

They just laugh and tell him to relax, there’s nothing he can do about it. “Sorry, honey, we need them eggs for our barbecue. And you got a nice plump, juicy pair. Yours’ll be added to a big mess of ’em thawin’ out for tonight.”

They go ahead with harvesting his ‘eggs’. Then they turn him loose from the frame and tell him it’s time for him to go. They go in the house to work on preparations for the barbecue.

As he puts on his clothes and leaves the barn his face burns with shame and humiliation.

On the way to his car he looks more closely at the poster advertising the barbecue. In smaller print it says, “LADIES ONLY”. And now he realizes what the round objects are that are piled up on the platter in the photo.

A few women are arriving to help with the preparations. They look at him and smile. The manager ladies call out to him from the front door, “Y’all come back, now… when you grow a new pair!” Everyone laughs.

Hot tears of impotent anger sting his eyes as he drives away. “Those bitches! They had no right! It’s so unfair!”

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“The Queen’s New Toy” by ADMIN

[Note: the young prince in this story is 18 and undergoing late-onset puperty.]

The queen was bored and lonely. Her husband, the king, was always away on wars or diplomatic missions. And when he came home he seemed to prefer the company of his drinking buddies and harem girls. And she had long since ceased to derive any pleasure from court gossip.

The only bright spot in her life was her sweet, nubile son who was just then going through puberty. He was a constant source of delight and a ray of sunshine and warmth in her otherwise dull life. She loved to cuddle with him and they often slept together. But she noticed that he was beginning to have erections, often with some slick slime at the end. She knew that if their closeness continued that people would begin to suspect an improper relationship and forbidden acts.

Only one solution presented itself, one that would allow her to continue their sweet closeness and retain the appearance of complete propriety: castration. But she knew that if she imposed it on him that he would resent it and she would lose his love. She mentally shelved the idea but she knew something would have to be done soon.

Luckily, one day while she was absent-mindedly talking to her son about this problem she sighed and said she wished he could be more like her attendants so that he could stay close to her forever. She was reclining on a divan while he sat at her feet. She noticed that he had become very attentive. “But of course,” she said with a wan smile, “you know what that would require, don’t you?” He gulped and looked up at her and his loose robe tented out in front showing his arousal.

“Oh my, just look at you!” she exclaimed. “Could it be that you actually have a special interest in becoming like my attendants?!”

In this kingdom, the castration of servants was an exclusive royal prerogative. And there was no lack of candidates for these positions. Many young men actively sought it in order to raise their social status. Others wished to have it done to serve the queen they adored. And then were those that merely dreamt of it because it is a common secret desire.

Not long after, the queen boldly asked the king’s permission. He thought it over for a moment and said that although it was quite irregular he really didn’t see why not. After all, he had plenty of sons by his harem girls to choose from for an heir.

“But it’s bound to get around and tongues will wag”, the king said with a rueful smile. “Ha! Let the ignorant peasants talk”, said the queen haughtily, “I don’t care”.

The queen didn’t accept attendants that came to her already castrated. They had to come to her intact and be castrated specially just to serve her. It was one of her favorite royal prerogatives and she loved exercising it. She would inspect the candidates one by one. She would have each one raise his loin cloth so she could see what he had between his legs.

“You have such a nice big pair, are you sure you want to lose them?”

“Oh yes, my queen! Please accept them, I beg you!”

She always stood by and watched the castrations as they were carried out. And it was well known what she did with the testicles. She had her cook prepare a special stir fry. The queen believed that such a meal would help her keep her youth and beauty. And she also relished the idea that her she was eating a male’s precious manhood. She found that it gave her a strong sexual appetite and she satisfied it by having her favorite eunuch give her a long session of oral tribute.

As a eunuch would obediently lick her to orgasm the queen exulted in her power and dominance she thought, “It’s true what they say, eunuchs do make the best pussy lickers!”

Her son, the prince, would often give her neck and back rubs to ease her after a stressful day. One day he spied on her receiving oral tribute from one of her eunuchs. Later, when they were alone he asked her to explain it to him. She told him it was a special form of massage and she enjoyed very much. When she realized that he was curious she asked him if he wanted to try it. He was scared at first but he was also eager to give his mother such special pleasure. She guided him and he soon began to enjoy it and to lick her pussy and clit with gusto.

Afterwards, they lay together in bed. She decided it was time to move forward with what she had planned.

“Do you want to be mother’s little toy forever?” she whispered.

“Oh yes!” he sighed.

“Do you want to give me your little male-marbles?” And she gently rolled them under the palm of her hand.

“Oh yes! Please, dear mother, please! Take them!”

She quickly called for the lady surgeon whom she had ordered to wait nearby. The willowy young lady got out her anesthetizing herbs and salves and quickly got to work.

The queen looked on while the surgeon worked and told her son how much she loved him and how proud she was of him. Soon, his little male-marbles were resting in a shallow bowl beside the bed. (Don’t worry, dear reader, she didn’t eat them, she had them bronzed.)

Later they cuddled and the queen kissed his forehead and tousled his hair. “You’re my sweet, soft, warm, cuddly toy forever.” He shivered and squeaked with joy and gave her a quick, squeezing hug.

Unfortunately, this idyllic situation didn’t last very long. The queen grew tired of the prince after a couple years and sent him to the slave market to be sold to a new owner. But that’s another story.

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“The Pony Play Club”, femdom castration fantasy

George and Emily are newlyweds, married less than a year.

When Emily discovers pony play files on their laptop she just smiles. She has dated enough before meeting George to know that all men have funny kinks. And besides, she has secrets too.

Emily reveals her discovery to George in a gentle and loving way. He blushes and hangs his head in shame. He is surprised when Emily tells him she would like to learn more about his special interest. And in this way she gradually worms her way into becoming an essential part of his fetish.

In only a short while they have both fully embraced the fetish and immerse themselves in it on weekends.

They find a quiet meadow in a secluded part of a nearby woods to engage in some of this play. Emily trots George around the meadow while stinging his bottom with her whip. George has big balls and is hung like horse.

The pony play sessions always end with a milking, performed either by Emily or by George milking himself while she leers and grins devilishly.

George and Emily live in a rural area which is home to a small agricultural college. Part of the college is a small veterinary school. Emily suggests that George might like to learn more about the veterinary school since it routinely handles large animals like ponies.

Emily arranges for them to be given a special private tour of the veterinary school. Their guide is the head professor of the school, a very confident and attractive women in her early 40s. The tour ends in the gelding center.

The professor shows them one of the gelding stalls and explains the purposes of the restraining straps and other equipment. George becomes flustered and aroused. The professor looks at Emily with a quizzical and enquiring smile. Emily shyly explains that George is into pony play. The professor smiles and says she understands fully and that she has had some experience with pony play people. They ask her to tell them more.

Turns out there is a small pony play club in a nearby town. The president of the club contacted the professor and invited her to give a talk about her work at a club meeting.

All the club members were dressed in their usual pony play gear for the talk with the exception that their genitals were covered with a modesty crotch covering.

When the professor got around to discussing the important topic of gelding she noticed that many in the audience had become aroused and were sneakily stimulating themselves.

She smiled. It amused her to see that. She was familiar with the response. She had seen it before in males.

A week after the talk she got a message from the president of the club that was very pushy and almost demanded to be given a private appointment with her. He said he urgently needed more practical info about gelding.

She told him to meet her at the gelding center on a Sunday when no one else would be around. On the given day she found him waiting impatiently outside when she got there. Once inside she told him to put on his pony play gear but to omit the modesty crotch covering.

She snorted in amused surprise as he appeared before her with his low hanging sac with it’s two big balls and his big human-pony pizzle already swollen to half hardness.

She led him to one of the gelding stalls and fastened the straps that held him tightly in place. His pizzle had become fully erect and pointed at the ceiling.

She asked him if he knew what she was going to do to him. He just whimpered. She didn’t bother milking him. She just started right in and soon it was all over.

A couple weeks after that she began getting similar requests from some of the other club members. She was only too happy to oblige.

This story caused George to get even more flustered and aroused. Looking from one to the other the professor asks Emily what she would like to do. Emily’s eyes twinkle and she smiles brightly as she asks to be given one of those Sunday appointments for her George. When George hears this he shudders and cums in his pants making a big wet stain in them. The women see it and laugh while George cringes and blushes with embarrassment.

When the special day arrives George is soon strapped in tight in the gelding stall. Emily asks permission to milk George one last time and the professor grants it with a good-natured smile. When his ejaculation comes it is volcanic and copious.

The professor explains to Emily that she always likes to take off her top when she is doing a gelding. Emily nods approval and the professor takes off her blouse and bra letting her fine, firm breasts swing free. She is obviously excited and her big nipples stick out stiffly.

George’s balls are quite big, like nectarines. While the professor is gelding him she talks to Emily about how delicious cooked testicles can be. Emily is shocked at first but soon titters with delight at the idea. The professor says they are extra delicious because you know you are eating a male’s precious manhood that he has lost forever. When the professor invites Emily over to dinner in order to experience it she readily agrees. The professor pops George’s severed balls into a doggy bag just as they go to leave.

George is still on pain killers when Emily returns from her dinner with the professor. Emily wears a broad, happy smile. George asks her how it went. She just smiles at him and winks.