"Well, hello there. Damn! Who ... er ... what are you? And what are you doing on my boat?"
"Brad, it's me - Chuck."
"Chuck? You can't be ... Shit, it is you! Last time I saw you was three months ago. You were a guy then. Now you're ... not. What the hell happened?"
"The Black Snake bikers happened to me. You remember Shaneequa?"
"That high school girl that worked at Starbucks? The one with the killer bod who always seemed about to pop out of her clothes? Oh, yeah! Black and jailbait is a dangerous combination, but I'd sure risk it if I thought I had a chance to get me a piece of that."
"That's how I felt. That's why I was dating her on the sly. My folks would freak if they knew, and hers would probably turn me in to the law. And you know how rough the Sheriff is on sex-offenders – especially White guys like me. So I was real careful not to dip my wick until she was legal. The first Friday after her eighteenth birthday, I picked her up after work and drove her up to my uncle's cabin on Bear Mountain Lake. We were gonna spend the weekend getting to know each other. By which I mean I intended to fuck the shit out of her. Who wouldn't? The girl is one amazing piece of ass. Perfect skin the color of dark chocolate, fantastic tits, wide hips, firm ass, and last year she spent her birthday money having the hair on her pubes removed, so she's completely smooth down there – just the way I like it. And dude, she's practically a virgin. She'd only screwed some pencil-dick back in middle school and he didn't get her off, so she's been dick-shy since then.
Now her hormones are up and she is seriously ripe for the picking. I'd been getting her primed for weeks beforehand, eating her pussy and telling her how much better my dick would make her feel. When I go to pick her up, she's so hot for it she strips as soon as she gets in the car. Just boom, out the window goes her uniform, and she's got nothing on underneath it. Ever try to get through rush-hour traffic with a horny, naked teenager trying to crawl onto your dick? I told she had to lie down so no one would see her, so she spends the drive up there with her head in my lap kissing on my dick and sucking it just enough to keep me hard while fucking herself with one finger because that's all she can fit into her snatch.
When we get there, she drags me inside and we end up on the rug in front of the fireplace instead of the bedroom. Brad, this girl has the tightest pussy I've ever fucked! It was like a velvet vise! I thought getting my dick into her would be tough, but she was so wet the only hard part was getting the head through. Once I had her plugged she goes nuts and starts screwing me like a minx in heat. I was balls-deep in record time. It was awesome! So we're going at it hot and heavy, see? After all the foreplay, I've got a monster load worked up and I'm just about to cream that sweet pussy with it - when the door flies open and these Black guys bust in. Next thing I know, this huge dude has his arm around my throat and he's hauling me up off of Shaneequa. He's so tall my feet are barely touching the floor and I have to hang onto his arm to keep from being strangled. My boner is sticking straight out and waving all over. I'm more than a little concerned about my White dick being so exposed like that in front of a room full of Black guys who seem to be very unhappy at catching me banging a Black girl.
A couple of them pick up Shaneequa and drag her into the bedroom. She's struggling and yelling for me to help her, but I got my own problems right then, because one of them whipped out this knife and points the thing right at my dick. And that's when I pop my wad. I can't help it, you know? I was just so close, I couldn't stop. My dick starts going off like a firehose. I'm cumming like crazy, all the time thinking shit like how I'm wasting it on the rug when I was so close to christening Shaneequa's pussy with it and how weird it is that there are these rough-looking Black guys watching my dick shoot these long ropes of cum into the air. The guy with the knife laughs and says, 'Looks like we got here just in time!' He put his knife away and I was very relieved about that.
Just then, I heard Shaneequa squeal like a stuck pig and then the bed starts to slam against the wall over and over. So, I realize these guys aren't her family out to defend her virtue or anything, they just happened to show up just at the worst possible moment for us and now they're gonna take advantage of the situation. It's obvious what they're doing to her. Heck, it's the same thing I was doing. I'm wondering if they're gonna hold it against me that I was doing it first.
Once my dick has run dry, they haul me outside and tie me spread-eagle onto the picnic table down by the lake while they decide what to do to me. It isn't helping matters that with all the tension of the moment and whatnot my dick is still standing tall. Since I'm on my back, it's sticking straight up like a flagpole. I try shifting my hips to get it to lie down, but that only makes it call attention to itself, which I really don't need to be doing, since a lot of the gang are talking about 'carving some White meat'. Luckily for me, the big guy thinks he has a better idea and has a private word with another one of the gang, who rides off on some errand.
While he's gone, I try to talk them out of whatever they have planned. I mean, you'd think that a White guy getting some Black tail wouldn't be any worse than all the White girls who get nailed by Blacks. If they get knocked-up, it's brown kids either way, right? They didn't appreciate the logic of my argument. In fact, I pissed them off even worse by bringing it up. Apparently to them, a Black brother striking a blow for his race by impregnating a White girl or getting her hooked on Black cock is in no way similar to a White guy shagging a Black girl because she's a hot piece of ass. A couple of them wanted to pound on me for that, but eventually they calmed down and decided to stick to the boss's plan.
Brad, everybody knows those guys run drugs. Well, apparently they can get the prescription kind, too. The runner comes back with what they tell me is female hormones. I don't get it at first. I mean, it's not like they're gonna get me hooked on heroin or something, so what's to be scared of? Then they load up a couple of syringes full of this crap and they shoot it right into my balls. Lord, I thought I was gonna die! It felt like they'd set my balls on fire. They kept shooting this shit into me until they'd used it all and my nuts were the size of billiard balls and felt like they were about to explode. I hardly even felt it when they loaded up another big needle with these time-release capsules and shot a whole bunch of them into my ball-sack. Then they all went back into the cabin and left me there to think about what such a huge load of girl-stuff would do to me.
They were gone for a while. I had plenty of time to remember all the shemale porn I'd seen on the Internet and think about how all those freaks with tits and dicks had once been guys and the stuff that had made them like that was the same shit that they'd just filled my balls with. That was not a fun time for me.
It was almost sundown when they came back. They had Shaneequa with them. She was walking funny and she had both hands clamped between her legs like she was modest, you know? When she got close, I saw she had this dreamy expression on her face and I thought they might have doped her up. They helped her up onto the table and had her kneel straddling me. Man, she looked rough! She was covered in a sheen of sweat. Her mouth hung open and her eyes weren't focusing real well. Her big tits, which had been firm and high and round before with perky nipples that pointed straight out from her chest, now sagged a little, as though they'd been pulled and stretched out of shape. Her small nipples were now big and fat on puffy mounds and pointed at the ground instead of the horizon. She gave a little shudder and her boobs wobbled heavily on her chest. I guessed that they were swollen from all the manhandling. The big guy told her to take her hands away from her pussy put them behind her head. When she did, cum gushed out of her and onto my chest. One sniff and I rolled my face away from the smell. Shaneequa rolled her flat belly and that pushed even more of the vile stuff out. I lay there with her pussy inches from my face and watched all this jizz just pour out of her. When it finally slowed to a trickle, I could see that her tight little pussy had been stretched-out so much that she could have put her hand inside and not touched the sides. She was a real mess down there. Her tiny pink clit was big and red and her pussy-lips dangled beside a gaping hole that looked like she'd been fucked by a bull. I could see deep up inside and it showed no sign of closing. I've wrecked my share of pussy, but this one was totally trashed. It was for sure that she'd never be tight again. It would probably be months before she'd even be able to feel a dick the size of mine. She shuddered once more. Her eyes rolled and her belly tensed. She moaned and I realized that she hadn't been doped, she'd just been fucked so hard for so long that she was still cumming. They had thoroughly and completely used that great body and they'd made her love it. It was sad to see such a fresh piece ruined like that, but it was incredibly hot too. There is nothing sexier than a girl who is so totally turned-on that she's up for anything and everything. The shape Shaneequa was in, they could have shown her a hot branding-iron and she would have begged them to use it on her and probably even cum when it touched her.
They pulled her off me and the big guy bent her over so her tits were hanging right over my face. She spread her feet wide apart without being told and waited while he took his cock out and stuck the head of it into her gaping pussy. Brad, he was still limp but his dick was firm enough for him to push it inside her without using his hand. It looked like a giant black snake slithering into a hole. Shaneequa arched her back and pushed herself onto the thing. When it bottomed-out her jaw dropped and she grabbed her tits and started squeezing them. She was rougher than I'd ever been on a girl's boobs. She really mauled them, pulling and yanking and twisting her nipples, all the while urgently humping this guy's big dick, trying to make him hard. Seeing that, I figured that a lot of the damage I saw wasn't something they'd done to her, it was stuff she'd done to herself. After only a couple of minutes of this she came. I don't mean she just came – I mean she had one of those toe-curling, can't breathe, shaking from head to toe orgasms you only read about in porn. And all the time she was cumming, she never stopped moving on this guy's dick. It was like it was her sole purpose in life, to fuck that cock.
After she calmed down from her orgasm, the big guy pulled out of her. Immediately, she whipped around and sank to her knees. She started licking and sucking and stroking his dick like a fiend. Brad, I thought I had a good-sized cock, but this guy's dick made mine look puny. It was as long as her forearm and and way thicker than a beer can - even thicker than that at the base. I have no idea how she was able to take all of that. He must have stretched her deep as well as wide and still not gotten it all in. There was a steady ooze of clear stuff coming out of the tip and Shaneequa was licking that up like it was ice cream dripping off a cone. When she started sucking the head to get more, he pulled her back to her feet. She bent over and spread again, looking back at him like a junkie waiting for a fix. He slapped his hard dick up between her legs, making her jump. She got up onto her toes to put her pussy even with his dick and he shoved it roughly back inside. Looking between her legs, I could see his balls slap her clit and make her yelp. I noticed that his balls were the same size as my hugely-swollen ones, only it was for sure that his hadn't received the same treatment, or if they had, they'd probably received a dose of something meant for a stud horse. Grabbing her hips, he pulled her onto his dick, forcing it even deeper. She began to struggle then. She whimpered and her eyes got real big, then something inside her let go and the last few inches of his dick slammed home. Shaneequa went limp, whatever final barrier he had conquered had drained her. He put his hands under her body and raised her up until both her feet left the ground and she was dangling, impaled on his dick and barely conscious. He walked her around to the end of the table between my tied feet and grabbed her tits, picking her up by them and holding her there until she came to, then letting her fall forward onto me. She barely caught herself in time to avoid landing on my balls, for which I was very grateful. When she raised her face, her expression was one of incredible pleasure mixed with utter defeat. He stuck a knife into the table next to me and said, 'Girl, here's where you see if your White friend is really a man or not. He gets to choose – either you cut his balls off, or he gets to watch himself turn into a girl. It's already way too late to save his balls. They've been marinating for hours. If you cut them off now, he might still be able to pass himself off as a guy who was unlucky enough to have his balls shot off or something. After his tits start to grow and his voice changes, he'll have a hard time doing that. But once that shit rots his brain, he won't be able to pass for a eunuch any more. At that point, even a flaming fag will be way more of a man than him.'
Shaneequa reached for my ball-sack, but had to move my dick out of the way first. Once she had her hand around it, she started stroking it - out of reflex, I supposed. Even through the pain and the fear, my dick responded to her touch and started to get hard. Shaneequa smiled and started stroking me harder. I pushed up with my hips to encourage her. I mean, I thought I'd better get it while the getting was good, right?
'Looks like she's got a sentimental attachment to your dick, ' the big guy said. 'You should give it to her for a souvenir. You won't be needing it, since you won't be a man any more. Why not let her have your whole package?' This idea seemed to appeal to Shaneequa. She went to work on me in earnest, even spitting on it to get some lubrication.
'That's it. Get hard for her, ' he laughed, seeing how I was enjoying the hand-job. 'You'll want it to be at its best when she takes it. Like those shaving ads, you want it to stand up straight so she can cut it off clean. You wouldn't want her to leave you just a stump, would you? Better to be all smooth down there. That way, you'll look good in a g-string.'
I shook my head no, but my dick had a mind of its own and it kept fucking her hand, doing it's best to rise to the occasion and present her with the finest trophy possible. Soon, it was at peak form, ten inches of rigid pink manhood topped by a glossy-red head. I could feel the tautness in my skin that meant I was fully-erect. I couldn't believe this was actually happening. I tightened my stomach muscles to try to make my dick even bigger. I tensed my ass and pushed my hips up, making it stand tall and proud and ready for harvesting. Shaneequa took the knife and pressed the edge against the very base of my manhood, ready to separate it from me. I looked into her eyes and saw that the naivety and innocence that was there before had been warped into raw lust and perversion by all they had done to her. I saw that she wasn't kidding. She was perfectly willing to do it to me, just for the thrill of it. All she needed was the slightest sign of consent. The tension was incredible. I could keep my manhood, only to see it slowly destroyed by the stuff they'd shot into me, or I could let Shaneequa cut it and my balls away, leaving me sexless. And I had only seconds to make up my mind, because I was going to cum any second, and I was dead-certain that would result in instant emasculation.
As you can see, Brad. I decided to keep my junk. I figured being a girl would be better than being nothing at all. They used that to humiliate me. They told me how a real man would be willing to lose his manhood rather than defect to the other side. They told me I must be a girl at heart, not a man at all. They told me how cute I was going to look wearing girl's clothes and how much I was going to enjoy sucking cock. They even offered to let me practice on theirs since for them it could hardly be considered queer for them or me. They suggested to Shaneequa that she should help me get used to the taste of cum and after that, every time one of the gang came in her, she would hold onto his load so she could straddle my face and make me swallow it then lick her clean so she could go back for more. I think I drank a quart of their nasty-smelling spunk that way. It wasn't until Sunday morning that they let us go. I had a hard time getting Shaneequa into the car. She wanted to stay with the bikers, but they'd had their fun with her and weren't interested in the baggage.
The drive back was pretty quiet. I couldn't zip up my pants because my balls were still huge and extremely sensitive. I had to drive with my bulging nutsack hanging off the edge of the seat, and even then every bump and curve in the road made me regret not agreeing to be castrated. Shaneequa still didn't have anything to wear, of course. She rode with her back against the door and legs splayed open so she could play with her pussy. She couldn't keep her hands off herself. When she found the big flashlight I keep in the car for emergencies, she used it for a dildo and managed to take everything but the head, but even that didn't seem to satisfy her. She reached over and petted my dick, saying, 'How is your little girly-cock doing? Has it started to shrink yet? Let's see. Maybe it still works.' Then she went down on me. On the trip up, she had been loving and gentle. Now, she was insistent and demanding and very rough. I asked her to stop because once my dick was hard, her sucking it made my balls ache, but she wouldn't quit. 'A real man wouldn't want me to stop, ' she said. 'A real man would pull over and fuck me.'