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Frat Party
Frat Party [NOTE: The characters in the following story are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people is strictly coincidental.] I’ll never forget that night. It was in October during my junior year at the university. We were having one of those wild Saturday night parties at our fraternity house. Lot’s of booze and lots of cute sorority chicks. Everybody was getting drunk and getting laid - well, almost everybody was getting laid. I would never have admitted it then, but I had been a virgin up until that year. And even then, I lost my virginity only because my older brother came home on leave from the Navy just a few months earlier and took me out to the red light district. I had never told my brother outright that I was a virgin, but he pretty much suspected. He took me to a whorehouse and I lost my virginity to a cute little brunette. My brother was very amused by my reaction. He teased me and said I would probably still have that grin on my face the next time he came home. Well, back to that night at the frat house. I was drunk; we were all drunk. As usual, the girls had been superficially friendly and flirtatious, but when it came time to bed down I was odd-man-out again. This was the story of my life. I woke up around three a.m. needing to piss badly. It took me a few seconds to get my bearings and remember where I was. I had curled up in a blanket and fallen asleep on the floor of the day room - just behind some overstuffed chairs. It was dark and quiet. The room was illuminated only by lights from the streetlights coming through the curtains. Everyone had either passed out or gone to bed. Groping my way down the hall to the restroom, the floor still tried to rock beneath my feet. However, the booze was beginning to wear off a bit. I had been completely wiped out only a couple of hours ago. I vaguely remembered falling on the floor and the room spinning. I don’t know how I got the blanket. I only hoped now I wouldn’t be too sick and hung-over the next morning. Returning from my nature call, I made my way back to the day room and found my blanket once more. Apparently I had the day room to myself. I heard a faint noise I perceived to be lovemaking coming from upstairs. It only reminded me of my own failure to score. Snuggling back into my blanket, I tried to go to sleep. Lying there feeling dejected, and probably a little sorry for myself, I suddenly heard soft footfalls on the carpeted stairs leading into the day room. Four figures appeared from the shadows of the staircase. They appeared to be three girls and one boy dressed only in underwear. One of the girls was carrying some blankets and another had what looked like a large purse. They began talking in soft whispers I couldn’t understand. Suddenly one of the girls switched on a table lamp and the room was flooded with light. Although not really bright, the unaccustomed illumination hurt my eyes and I squinted. Then the girl turned the dimmer switch, reducing the light to a soft romantic glow. Still safely hidden in the shadows, I just lay there and watched. With the light on, I now recognized the boy and the three girls. The boy’s name was Chris. Although we didn’t hang out together or anything, I knew him well. We had been lab partners in both semesters of freshman chemistry and he was also in our math study group. Chris was smart. He had helped me solve quite a few math and science problems. One of the girls was Sheila, a full-figured voluptuous blonde. She was busying herself spreading blankets on the floor in front of the sofa. I thought Sheila and Chris had been going steady, but it looked like she was preparing to share him with two other girls. This seemed strange. I always had Chris and Sheila pegged to be rather conventional and conservative in such matters. I was kind of taken aback. Premarital sex, sure; but not a foursome! The second girl was Zelda, a short sinuous brunette. Zelda had a reputation for being wild and a little promiscuous - a reputation she cultivated with relish. She was always talking about all the pot she did - and the guys she did. Always playful and mischievous, Zelda liked to push the limits. Half the time she would come to class barefooted if the weather permitted. Blue jeans (that fit like dance leotards), a T-shirt, and barefoot; that was her standard classroom attire. The third girl, the one with the large purse, was Megan. I had only met Megan at the party this night. A tall girl with red hair cascading to her waist, Megan was a little older than the others - not really old, but perhaps in her late twenties. The girls were all wearing sexy bikini and bra lingerie and Zelda’s bikini was just a thong. For an instant the thought crossed my mind to jump up and announce myself. Surely three girls were more than Chris could handle by himself. I felt a tingle between my legs as I thought about making it with Zelda. I had heard that all a guy needed was to get her in a reasonably secluded place and she would be hot to go - maybe even with a guy like me. (How often had I fantasized about that!) However, I don’t know if it was reason, cowardice, or shy inhibition that prevailed causing me to remain still and silent. I figured announcing my presence would just ruin the scene for all involved. They would probably just roll up the blankets and scrub the idea. In spite of the fact that I was a little despondent, and perhaps a little jealous, I still didn’t want to ruin this for Chris. I considered him an all-right guy; fun-loving, joking, always friendly and helpful. Besides, I might pick up some pointers watching Chris’s moves and figure out how he charmed three chicks into the sack at once. "Okay," Megan whispered, half to herself as she dragged a large hassock in front of the sofa, "let’s move this here and we can lay him across it." Her words surprised me. What could they be planning? I wondered if I was going to get to see something kinky! Megan faced Chris and smiled. With the nail of her index finger she traced a line from his throat, slowly and sensuously down his chest, circling his nipples, then his navel, finally playing her sharp nail across his abdomen. Chris shivered visibly. Slipping her finger inside the waistband of his nylon fashion briefs, Megan pulled it out and popped it playfully. "Strip him!" she whispered sharply, then stepped back. There was very little to strip, I thought. Chris was wearing nothing but a skimpy pair of flyless nylon briefs. His growing member was beginning to make a tent inside them. Standing on either side of Chris, Sheila and Zelda simultaneously took hold of Chris’s briefs and pulled them down to his ankles. It was then that I got another shock. Chris’s pubic hair had been shaved off slick! Zelda fondled his member teasingly, bringing it to full attention. I thought Sheila would be jealous, but she just smiled as Zelda tickled and pinched the tender flesh of Chris’s erect penis. It stuck straight out and slightly upward. Chris seemed to be of average endowment - I guessed about six inches - but his bare shaved crotch made him look puny and vulnerable. All three girls were smiling with satisfied amusement. Sheila and Zelda both removed their bras before proceeding. Forcing Chris to step out of his briefs, the girls led him naked to the hassock. They had him lie across it on his back. The hassock only supported his buttocks and lower back, leaving his legs and torso arching to the floor on either side. Zelda climbed astride Chris’s abdomen facing his legs. Her petite frame was supported partially by her thong-clad buttocks resting on Chris’s stomach and partially by her inner thighs pressing against the hassock. She was practically doing the splits on top of Chris as she resumed tugging and teasing his erect member. Megan knelt between Chris’s legs and began massaging them. Sheila half squatted, half knelt over Chris’s face, her back to Zelda. She pinned Chris’s arms beneath her knees and began running her fingers through his hair. Chris responded by eagerly kissing Sheila’s voluptuous inner thighs and slurping her womanhood through her panties. In a motion befitting a contortionist, Zelda bent forward, then slowly and sensuously took Chris’s member into her mouth. Her long black hair dangled into Chris’s crotch obscuring most of the fellatio show from my view. But the excited whimpers Chris was emitting were adequate testimony to the effect she was having on him. "Shhhhhh!" Sheila hissed, holding a finger across her lips. "We mustn’t wake the neighbors." There was a chuckle in her voice. Then she pulled his head firmly into her crotch. I was so aroused from watching this spectacle that my own member was rock hard, throbbing, and oozing pre-cum. Yet, part of me was miserable. I couldn’t even get laid and Chris had no less than three beautiful girls all intent on giving him sexual pleasure. It wasn’t fair! Sheila had always seemed like the-girl-next-door type, not the kind of girl who would share out her boyfriend to other girls and enjoy being part of the scene. And Chris had never seemed like a real stud or a lady's man - just an average all-around guy. I was confused and dejected. I wondered how many guys tonight were enjoying threesomes and foursomes with hot chicks while I had to settle for sleeping alone on the day room floor. Megan began kneading Chris’s testicles, pulling and tugging at his scrotum which had drawn up into a tight wad. With Megan’s effort his scrotum was becoming slightly distended again in spite of his feverish arousal. Chris began to whimper and slurp frantically, his head still pressed firmly into Sheila’s crotch. "He’s whimpering like a puppy," Megan whispered. "He’s ready." I thought Megan meant Chris was ready to cum - and I’m sure he was. Zelda withdrew her mouth from Chris’s member, stuck out her tongue, then pressed the tip of it into his meatus. Meanwhile, Megan reached into that big black purse and retrieved a large shiny stainless steel object. My first thought was that it was certainly some kind of sex toy - probably a vibrator of some kind. Then a funny feeling came into the pit of my stomach. I had grown up around tools in my father’s service station, but I had never seen anything like this before. The device was a compound leverage tool like professional lineman’s wire cutters, but with smooth round stainless steel jaws made for crimping or crushing rather than cutting. I knew tools, and this thing was high quality - I could see that. This wasn’t something Megan had picked up at a novelty shop at the mall. This thing was made for serious business and she had no doubt shelled out some good money for it. "Holy shit!" I muttered under my breath, almost so loud I was afraid they had heard. I surmised (correctly it turned out) that this must be some kind of livestock castration tool. Surely they were just playing. This must just be some kind of kinky fantasy scene I was witnessing. "I’m going to do his left one first," Megan whispered. Zelda was now sitting upright, still doing the splits on Chris’s stomach and the hassock. Holding Chris’s member with one hand, choking and kneading it, she helped Megan position his left testicle in his scrotum with the other. "Get ready, Sheila," Zelda said, in an audible tone just above a whisper. "Your little puppy is about to squeal!" Suddenly, Megan brought the handles of the big crushing tool together. Her movement was quick and cat-like. As Zelda had warned, Chris began to squeal and shriek, but he sounded much more like a mouse than a puppy, I thought. Sheila had his head locked firmly between her sensuously plump thighs and his mouth was pressed firmly against the vestibule of her full-figured womanhood. If it weren’t for the gravity of act they were performing on him, the noises Chris was making at that moment would have been comical. I looked on in shocked disbelief. Megan held the handles together and I watched her full moist lips move as she counted to herself. It seemed like an eternity, but it could only have been a few seconds. Then she released the handles as quickly as she had snapped them closed and placed the tool on the sofa beside her. Zelda twitched her legs and sprang up from her perch as lithely as a teenage gymnast dismounting a beam. Sheila stood up then sat back down in the opposite direction, cradling Chris’s head in her lap. "You’re halfway there, sweetie," Sheila said smiling down on him warmly. "Did it hurt?" There was a note of concern in her voice. "Yeah, it hurt," Chris muttered weakly, trying to hold his voice to a whisper. "It hurt like hell for a little bit, but it doesn’t hurt now." "How about now?" Megan asked, as she kneaded and felt his scrotum. Her tone and expression were aloof and professional as she inspected her handiwork. "No," he replied. "I mean, it’s a little sore, but it doesn’t hurt like when you did it." Megan smiled. "Honey, it’s going to be a little sore for a couple of weeks, but it looks like I got you good on this side. Are you ready for me to pinch the other cord? I won’t do it if you’re not completely okay with it. I only want satisfied customers." A mischievous glint came into Meg’s eyes. "Sure," Chris replied. "I’m ready to go all the way - just like we planned. But Sheila… could you do something for me?" "Sure, sweetie. What’s that?" "Could you take your panties off?" Sheila chuckled and smiled warmly. "Of course, sweetie. Bless your heart; I felt your tongue trying to push through that nylon. Don’t worry. It won’t be in the way this time." Zelda and Megan both started to giggle, then caught themselves and muffled it to remain quiet. Sheila stood up and slipped out of her panties, revealing her thick, light brown bush. Chris smiled up at her admiringly. "Well, let’s get back to our positions," Megan said. "Wait," Zelda interjected, looking at Megan. "Do you have a condom in your bag?" "Girl, I’m always prepared," Megan chuckled, reaching into her bag and handing Zelda a tiny foil package. Zelda then proceeded to slip out of her skimpy little thong, revealing that she was shaved. She was a slick as Chris. I felt a strong pulse shoot through my own member as I looked at her. She was absolutely stunning! Soon all the players were back in position. Sheila straddled Chris’s face, Zelda once more did the splits on Chris’s stomach, her shaved beaver pressing against Chris’s own shaved abdomen. Megan resumed massaging Chris’s legs and kneading his scrotum, concentrating on his remaining good testicle. Chris hadn’t ejaculated yet and his mesmerized mind was still begging for release. He was putty in the girls’ hands. They brought him to the edge even more quickly than before. Zelda pinched and teased his member then resumed her slow sensuous fellatio. I could hear Chris slurping and softly whimpering with desire as his mouth explored Sheila’s dripping womanhood. Soon Zelda righted herself once more and removed the condom from its wrapper. Placing it firmly on the head of Chris’s penis, she rolled it down to the base and gave it a good squeeze, as though locking it in place. I heard Chris gasp. Zelda smiled. Pressing her hands against the hassock, Zelda raised her buttocks into the air above Chris’s crotch. With her legs still widely split she engulfed the tip of Chris’s penis and slowly lowered herself onto the full length of his shaft. Finally their two bare, sensitive, shaved crotches met and Zelda slowly began working herself up and down on him. Chris started babbling incoherently and Sheila once more put a finger across her lips. "Shhhhhh! No talking," she whispered. "But something feels good, doesn’t it, sweetie." "Sheila, I’m fucking your boyfriend," Zelda whispered. Then she giggled softly and mischievously. "Enjoy it sweetheart," Sheila said, running her fingers through Chris’s hair. "This is your little party. It’s a going away present for your little balls." Zelda, herself, was now writhing with ecstasy. Her head thrown back, her teeth were almost chattering. "Almost… almost… any second now," she whispered. She still managed to keep one hand free to assist Megan in positioning Chris’s remaining testicle. Suddenly Zelda shouted in a hoarse whisper, "Do it! Do it, Meg! He’s coming!" With cat-like swiftness Megan brought the handles of the heavy castration tool together. Chris let out a shriek that echoed down the hall before Sheila could muffle him by burying his face in her muff. Zelda let out her own loud moan of orgasmic rapture before she could regain enough control to soften the sounds of her ecstasy. Chris’s body shook and trembled as he emitted little mouse squeaks from between Sheila’s legs. Suddenly my own member began to throb, and although I hadn’t even touched myself, I began to ejaculate, filling my cotton briefs with warm creamy goo. That scene was too much for me to handle! I had never even imagined anything like this in my wildest, most bizarre fantasies. This defied all the conventional perceptions I had ever held about sex. Chris voluntarily allowed himself to be castrated and his fiancé thought it was a wonderful idea too. She was even cool with letting another girl - a girl who prided herself in her reputation as a slut - give him his last time. Zelda doing the splits on top of Chris; her shaved crotch next to Chris’s shaved pubes; her giving him his last cum as a man; Chris with his head buried between Sheila’s legs, squeaking like a little mouse; and this beautiful, mysterious redhead who seemed to be an experienced expert at this, as though it happened all the time; this was all too much. I was suffering from sensory overload at that moment, for sure. This was the sexiest thing I had ever seen! Finally the squeaking, moaning, and gasping subsided. Megan opened the jaws of that mysterious tool and removed it from Chris’s scrotum. Closing it once more, she placed it back in her bag. Pressing her hands against the hassock, Zelda raised herself off Chris, allowing his wilting member to slip out or her. She tumbled clumsily to the floor. Clearly her orgasm, even if only momentarily, had taken something out of her. Kneeling beside the hassock, Zelda continued pumping Chris’s member until the semen was drained and concentrated in the nipple tip before she removed the condom. Sheila once again had Chris’s head cradled lovingly in her lap. He was still shaking and babbling softly. Sheila kept saying, "It’s okay, baby. It’s all right now, sweetheart. It’s all over now." "Are you all right, Chris?" Zelda asked. "Ye… yeah. I’m just a little shook up; that’s all. I never came so hard in my life!" "It was good for me too," Zelda said with a giggle. Bending forward, she kissed Chris passionately on the lips. Sheila didn’t seem to mind. She just smiled warmly. "Well, I doubt if you’ll ever shoot off that hard again, my sweet boy," said Megan, as she once more fondled Chris’s scrotum to check her work. "I got you good. You’re fixed!" The girls helped Chris down from the hassock and they all sat on the floor. They cuddled together with Megan now between Chris and Sheila. "I suppose it’s time for me to make this official," Megan said. "So: Sheila and Chris, with the power vested in me as an underground castratrix, I hearby pronounce you Mistress and eunuch. Sheila, you may kiss your boy!" Sheila and Chris leaned forward and kissed, deeply and sensuously. Megan gently ran her fingers through both Chris and Sheila’s hair. They all had an expression of relaxation and relief on their faces. It was obvious that some rite of passage had just been completed. "Sheila," Megan continued, "your boy will probably react like a man sexually for another week or so. It takes a little time for the testosterone to get out of his system. It’ll be a little like playing with a party balloon with a slow leak. It’s fun to play with for a while, but finally all the air leaks out." "And it looks like this," said Zelda, holding up the used condom. They all giggled. "Say guys, you’ll need this if you want to have kids. Chris won’t be making anymore sperm. Shouldn’t you put this in the freezer or something?" Sheila laughed. "We put plenty in a sperm bank. You can have it, Zelda." Zelda held up the condom and played her fingers suggestively along its length, finally squeezing the little bulb of liquid in the end. "Naaa," she said, "it’s not good after it gets cold." With a giggle she pitched it into the shadows across the room. "Well, Zelda, I suppose you and I should go and leave the lovebirds alone." Megan said. "We need to talk. You know that guy I was telling you about? Well, we’ve got ourselves another gig in a two weeks." "Kwel!" Zelda exclaimed. Zelda slipped back into her thong and bra, turned out the light, and followed Megan back up the stairs. Sheila and Chris continued cuddling and making love on the blankets in front of the sofa. I was actually hoping they would leave the room because the gooey mess in my briefs was becoming rather uncomfortable and I wanted to go to the restroom to clean up. I finally fell asleep. I was awakened by morning sunlight coming through the window. Chris and Sharon were gone - blankets and all. Could I have just dreamed all this? Heading to the restroom, I spied the spent condom against the wall where Zelda had pitched it. It was no dream! That evening, back in my dorm room, I began to surf the net. I learned that the castration tool Megan had used was called a Burdizzo. It worked by crushing the cords and blood vessels connecting the testicles to the body. If done properly, there were rarely any complications. Over the next few months I paid particular attention to Chris and Sheila, seeing if things changed between them. They were still a number, and more inseparable than ever. They announced their engagement and were planning to be married in the summer before their senior year. However, they weren’t planning to have kids until after graduation. (I wondered how many others knew about their peculiar method of family planning!) Chris does seem a little subdued now, but not in a depressed or dejected sort of way. He seems very attentive to Sheila and always grateful for her attentions. It’s that sort of thing. Sheila treats him with courtesy and consideration, but it’s kind of like he’s become her human pet. He wouldn’t have it any other way, I’m sure, and Sheila certainly seems to enjoy the attention and affection he gives her. The worst thing (or maybe it’s the best thing) about my experience that night is that it’s completely ruined sexual fantasies for me. I can’t think about sex the way I used to. I used to dream of having a swank, sexy apartment and having a different hot chick each weekend or maybe living in something like the Playboy Mansion with more chicks than I could handle. But now I can’t even fantasize about doing it with a cute chick without thinking of becoming her eunuch pet. I want to find a girl and have a few months of wonderful sex, then give up my manhood forever in a beautiful scene like the one I watched that night. I know people will say it’s unnatural, unwholesome, and perverted, but I can’t get it out of my head. I want to be just like Chris! THE END Farrell Squire Copyright May 17, 2001
