Pretty blond boy with fine sharp nose is strangled by his aggressive neighbor.  

Says it all! Solve the problem and give peace to the penis

Let’s face it! There are very masculine gay men that love sex all ways. Proud of your manhood as proud to have sex with other men.

Then there are Faggots that think there cock and balls are not their true sex organs and love to service straight and gay men orally and of course by anally. Faggots look to their ass as being their primary sex organ.

What are your thoughts?

Three guys in the shower together, awesome!

Three guys in bed together, priceless

My Castration Story -

Part One

Not embarrassed and proudly castrated! Thank you all at The Castration Barn! Especially Trent for fulfilling my castration fantasy of a “barn stall castration”. Special Koodo’s to Cowboy Rick for giving a castration eve night I will never forget.

He is my story.

From the time I arrived, everyone made me comfortable. It was like castrations for men are an everyday occurrence and everyone just went about doing their jobs which made me feel “yes this natural for me”. No pressure if I decided to back out.

Their B&B is adorable, but I chose the bunkhouse quarters. Sleeping in the same building as the ranch hands. One hand asked me if I was the new Cowboy hired? Blushing, and a bit embarrassed I told him no, I am being castrated tomorrow by Trent.

The ranch hand said hey dude, you look like a one of us, a Cowboy. I blush again and said no. The ranch hand chuckles and said its all good, no judgement here, congratulates me and shakes my hand. Thinking to myself, this is to surreal.

He tells me some cowboys are men and some are eunuchs. Some are straight and some are gay. We do not judge anyone at The Circle C Ranch and The Castration Barn. We are all people with different ideas and needs.

The Ranch Hand tells me his name is Rick. If I wasn’t doing anything that night to knock on his door and we could for a drink at the barn bar. He gives me a little wink and I feel my ass twitch. I came here to be castrated not get fucked. I was excited.

I toured around the ranch. I felt happy, excited and a bit nervous as my castration would be happening in just over 24 hours. In the main lobby of The Castration Barn I saw the wall. The wall that men have photos displayed as proudly castrates men. I wanted my photo on that wall!

I lazed our the pool for the afternoon. Talked to a few other guests and ranch hands on their day off. Some were naked, some in trunks and then I saw him. A eunuch laying there naked. Other guys would pass him say hello and carry on their business. This was going to me tomorrow.

I approached and introduced myself and we strike up a conversation. I told him tomorrow is castration day. I got a congratulation! I ended stripping down and ordering us another round of drinks.

As we chatted I found out he has been castrated for four years and he comes back every year to celebrate his castration. That Kristen castrated him in a dungeon fantasy scene and it’s was best day of his life! He asked me if Kristen was castrating me? I told him no that I chose Trent.

Terrance was the eunuchs name. He mentions to me how hot Trent the Cowboy the castrater is especially his tats. I mention he so hot and will just make my fantasy castration even better. Knowing another man that is so masculine and straight would be castrating me.

Terrance told me I would never going to forget your castration and the moment you know that it’s official. You will have a rush of adrenaline like no other you have every experienced. Terrance looks down my testicles and mention to me he was surprised how large and low hanging my testicles were. He mentions to me that he had smaller than usual testicles.

I ask what he had done to his testicles. He said he donated them to The Castration Barn. Terrance have you seen the walls of with the jarred testicles? It’s quite amazing. He chuckles and tell me his are wall “C”, fourth shelf and five in the from the left. He asks me what I will do with my testicles. I told him and having stripped, cleaned, jarred and I was taking them home for now.

I decide to get some dinner and part ways with Terrance. He wished me luck for my castration tomorrow. As I stroll naked to the pool gate, I feel like a piece of fresh meat. I even got a “hey cowboy” and a whistle.

Putting my swim trunks back I venture back to my room in the bunkhouse. Entering my room, there is note front the front desk with the procedures to prep my testicles for castration tomorrow, what time Trent would be picking me up. There was a also handwritten note from Trent mentioning “I hope your are excited about your castration and thanking me for choosing him to my castrator. What a nice gesture.

I ventured for dinners. What to have for last supper and laughed to myself. Canteen style and so rustic was the mess hall. I look at the boards . Such a selection, ribs, steak, chicken and the list went on.

I look at the starters and by god “testicles were on the menu!” Not sure if were man testicles or bull nuts. I choose the ribs, fries and slaw.

I find a table to sir at and then I hear Rick. Overhear he said, come join us. I picked up my tray and joined them . Rick introduces me to Kyle and Pete. Rick mentions that we met earlier today and that I was being castrated tomorrow morning. I got high fives and congrats.

Ricks knee touched mine and then felt his hand on my thigh. A bit caught off guard I blushed, and put my hand on top of his. What was it about this guy. There was an aura about him. I am thinking to myself, I will be just another notch on the old bed post. Works for me I say to myself as I have slept with many beautiful men with no strings attached sex.

We finish dinner and mention its time go prep for the bid day tomorrow. Rick gives me another wink and mentions he is hoping to see me later tonight. I wink back.

Back in my room, I shave down my testicles one last time. take my antibiotics. I figure I should douche as I am hoping to be bred later by Rick. The bulge in his pants, his tight Wrangler jeans and those cowboy boots. I envision myself on my knees undoing his belt buckle and releasing the snake I want in both ends in me.

After showering, I lay on my bed looking at the clock. Is it to early to go to Rick’s door? There is a knock at the door as its about time for room service to appear and pull down my sheets and change the lighting in my room. I let them in do their stuff. As they are leaving Rick shows up at my door and smiles. Get in here I said and I shut the door,

He pins me against the door and we start to passionately kiss. I felt like I was high school all over again with my first gay experience! I drop to my knees and get my wish. The bulge in the jeans has grown and I struggle to his belt undone. He motions for the stand up and I don’t understand? He picks me up and carries me over to the bed and lies me down. He mentions to me we have all night baby. Lets, make your second memorable moment at The Castration Barn.

We embrace, continue to kiss and I feel the electricity we all feel. We start to spoon and he whispers in my ear how beautiful I am and I am wondering he is going to talk me out of my castration? He never touches my crotch though. I break the spooning and pin him down. I strare into his eyes and start to move down his body. Unbuttoning the his shirt to see a beautiful chest of hair. I want what’s his pants.

I am at the belt and I slowly undo his pants, zip him down and grab onto this massive uncut man cock. He helps me wiggle down his jeans and underwear. I am face to cock and want to lick it, to suck it, to nature it until I can taste his sweet nectar. I stare up at Rick and he smiles back at me. He tells me to go ahead baby and I know you want it,

Ricks cock must be nine inches. I lick the shaft, and take his head in my mouth. I am in a euphoria state. I have this masculine mans cock in my mouth. I slowly deep throat and he Rick groans. I look at the clock and an hours has already past and still want to taste more precum.

He motions for me to stop and I am disappointed. We stand and we slowly take our clothes off. He stands behind and takes me in his arms. Kissing my neck, he whispers me in my ear he has never had another dude suck his dick quite like that. Rick tells me its now my turn to be pleasured and his falls to my crotch and I thinks to myself of great. His man cock is pressing against my ass crack and I give him that wiggle with excitement.

He drops to his knees, and spreads my ass cheeks. He slowly tongues my hole. I feel like I am a virgin all over again for the most time. He motions for me to lay down stomach down on the bed.. He spreads my legs once again Rick its my ass. His tongue feels amazing on my. He penetrates deep with his tongue and I moan with pleasure. I look at the clock another hour has past. Has he been eating my ass this long? In twelve hours my castration will begin.

(He is so adorable I had to post his picture again)

Rick pulls himself and we cuddle and kiss more. I my ass is wet and I want him to fuck me. I ask him if he is going to fuck me. Of course he is. Rick ask if want my cock sucked one last time? I tell him no. He chuckles and tells me he really isn’t much into sucking cock and I am relieved. I know he is thinking of me and just not himself. I asked him are like this all the guys you bed? He laughs and says no.

Rick starts to finger my hole and I know my second biggest wish in the world is coming true. One to be castrated and two have the most Beautiful sexy man in my bed, he puts on all fours and I hear the lube bottle open. He fingers me lube and I can hear him lubing up his cock.

He asks me if am ready and motion yes. I can feel the head of his cock pop and he slowly slides in. Where is the pain? This should hurt and it doesn’t. Rick pulls out and asks me if I am okay. I tell him, it never has felt better. I then feel his hand grab my testicles tightly Rick gives them a good tug and tells me I am going to look so good without my testicles.

His hands gives my testicles a good slap and tells me, nice low hanging testicles but they gotta go. I feel a rock hard man cock pop back into my ass and Rick slowly goes deep. I know he is ball deep. He slowly grinds and pleasure my ass. Rick pumps me slow and then increases his pace. This continues over and over. I can his testicles slapping against me and I love this! Being bread my a real man that doesn’t care what’s between my legs.

Another has past. Eleven hours to castrated. Rick is fucking me hard. HIs hand on my shoulders. He tell me it’s time to make a baby. I clamp down his cock as tight as I can and I feel the explosion of warm cum in my ass. He holds his stance letting his man cock drain the rest of his semen and sperm inside me.

He slowly pulls out and lays beside me. I immediately go down on him. Take his spent cock in my mouth and suckle him. He moans with pleasure and suck out the last of his cum. I tell Rick his nectar taste so sweet. I motion to get up as I am leaking cum out of my ass. Rick as me where I am going and I said to clean up. He pulls me back and puts me on all fours again.

He is back eating my ass and more cum leaks out. He comes back up and we kiss and we exchange his cum. He dives back down and eats me out some more. Back up he kisses me again. After the fourth time, Rick tells me I think I have got the cum out of you. No need to clean up Rick tells me. I look at the clock and hour has past. Four hours of pure pleasure and ten hours before castration. We cuddle and start to fall asleep in his arms.

Rick crawls out of my bed and puts his clothes. He kisses me on my forehead. He tells me to have a good sleep and good luck with my castration tomorrow. I smile and watch him exit my room. I hear the door latch lock and I fall into the sleep like no sleep I have ever had.

I was awoken by a gentle knock on my door and being told Trent would be pick me up in a 1/2 hour. As I slowly woke up, yawned and stretched my arms, I smiled as today was the day!

As sat on the edge of the bed, I looked down and looked at my testicles. So innocent just hanging there. Thinking to myself, within hours I will be free of my testicles that have tormented me for years.

Trent was so professional, he knocked at my door and I allowed him in. Six foot two and all man. He introduced himself and shook my hand. He asked me to have a seat and he reviewed my final consent forms for castration. I then took my pen and signed my testicles little lives away.

Trent then reviewed how my castration would happen. He take me out to the barn, select a stall, have me strip down, get on all fours and he would strap my my arms, legs in and ball gag me. He explained he would take the castration bander and apply the band to my testicles. He explained the severe pain I would feel and how long I had to remain until my testicles were rendered dead.

Trent mentioned to me that he saw Cowboy Rick earlier in the morning at breakfast and he said he really enjoyed spending last night with with you. Trent mentioned Cowboy Rick has his way with many men here. I told Trent, it was the most incredible evening and just makes for more great memories of The Castration Barn. Trent mentions even though he was straight he gets it. Sex is sex.

Trent asked me if I was ready and I said yes. As we stood and started for the door I saw the castration bander loaded with a castration band hanging out of his back right pocket. I knew this was really happening. I am about to start my new journey in life as a castrated man.

Once in the hallway Trent took my hand. He said relax, even though he said he was straight it’s was my fantasy and he would hold my hand proudly as we walked to The Castration Barn…

02 26 16 (cont.) 630a.m. via phone

He abruptly changes the subject. “So, you going out for the full day?”

“Just one, but deep dive. Wanted to do the hammer head shark dive. Think it’s pretty safe, but guess you just have to take risks now and then. Would rather go doing what I want. If you know what I mean,” I replied.

“Yeah, I do. Guess you could say I’m selfish that way. Would never do myself, so to speak, but sometime it could happen. So I’ve taken a few risks myself.“

He continued, “All rental gear?” “Most if it”, I replied. “But the wetsuit is mine. Custom made. With the zipper just below the neck band, I can go with or with out an attached hood. Have three hoods that work with it. Open face like today…or others. Even the gloves and feet, I had zippers added, for the full coverage effect.” “Yeah, noticed the double zipper at the crotch, that can be practical, if you need to piss. So with a hood you can get fully sealed in coverage? “Uh, yeah the zipper can work for that”, I replied, choosing not to answer the question about full coverage specifically. “But as to pissing, I don’t worry about that, at least not when in the water.” “Tell me about the other hoods you have!” He started sharply, nearly as an order. “They’re just different”, I meekly stated, as I turned my head away. I then blurted, “one of them, doesn’t even have eye openings, just a large enough noose, with small air holes, no mouth.” I stared to move away. “That’s what I started to guess and hoped you would say”, he said. “Where are you staying?” Now nervous inside, excited. “At the Royal.” “Well, if you want to continue the conversation, I should be at room 538 later today”. He got up and walked away.

02 26 16: 6a.m. "daydreaming"

Woke up three a.m., while on vacation. Couldn’t stop thinking about conversation some young ex,-marines were having yesterday, poolside at beach. My thoughts drifted.___

After I had arrived dockside at the marina, I couldn’t help staring. Walking along the docks was a guy with sharp features, close cut hair, sunglasses. I could not really tell his age, but didn’t matter, I liked what I saw. He seemed to be l looking for a particular yacht, yet couldn’t seem to find what he was looking for. I stared long and hard through my polarized Sun glasses, figuring he would never really notice.

He came back up the ramp and sat down on the concrete wall. He had sat down only about three feet from where I was waiting for others for a dive charter. I couldn’t help not saying something.

“You look like you lost a boat.” I sort of muttered with out really thinking. I just wanted an excuse to chat him up.

“It’s out there, ” he replied, with out looking at me. “Just not sure which one.”

This sounded odd, but I wasn’t sure what else to say. He just sat there staring out over the bay. “I’ll find out soon enough. Not sure if is the same one as two years ago. Two years,…It took, but I had to come back. The last voyage out was interesting. Things happened. Things that shocked even me. Thought I’d never return here, to this place. But I just couldn’t stay away. But now I know I wanted this, wanted this from the very beginning. Guess I’m just ready for this voyage now. Bet they always knew I’d return. Full well knowing what I was accepting, or maybe craving, needing. I’m so ready now. I don’t want to rush it, but now I can’t really think of much else.”

I didn’t know what he was talking about. But he was talking directly to me now. Glasses off, his eyes were night dark. Matching his black hair, with a hint of gray. He seemed ageless. I now had to know more. Okay I really just wanted more. Wishing I could feel his short hair, in my hand. Okay I wanted a lot more, but wasn’t going to just tell him what I was thinking.

For story.  A Coastal Trip.

A Costal Trip (intro.)

A Coastal Trip By: Derrick Andrew Richter “So, what sort of play do you really like?” [text up on screen] Well you know, mostly the stuff we have been talking about.  Some of the stuff we talked about I really like.  Some things im not sure I’d really want to have happen, but it’s fun. “Well I’ve had a lot of fun, chatting with you lately.  I just don’t know what you’d really like to do, or be interested in, in real time play.” [text up on screen] Uh…well I love the part we talked about where we really meet, I walk up the off road path into your property from below, seeing things, and all of that.  Can you tell me about that again? _____ Sighing again, on my side of the screen, “Well that was fun, but I just made it up as I went along. Basically if you came to visit, I’d have you walk into the lower graveled path I have built into the lower forest.  It’s off a different road than the house.  The path that I use to pick up firewood from the alders I have been thinning over time.” I continue, with a string of texts. “I’d first give you specific instructions.  I expect you to follow the partially graveled path up past the curve.  There You will see a Bobcat loader.  When you get to the loader you will see an old worn out leather hood on the seat.  I will expect you to stand on the open loader bucket, where there is not as much mud, remove all clothes including socks, then lace your high top DC’s back on.  Your hat, that should now be thrown in the bucket.  After your shoes are back on, laced tight.  You need to grab the old leather hood and lace it up in back, as well.  You must do this.  I will watch on the security cameras along the path.” As you step off the bucket of the bobcat, You notice a shallow pit dug into the slope.  It must have been there a while, as there is a little bit of standing water at the bottom of it.  Further past that you see, what looks like another recently disturbed area.  A little black plastic can be seen poking up out from under the soil surface, as though someone has buried household trash. You continue hiking up the path as it curves steeply to the South, then levels out as it switches back towards where the sun is starting to set behind the large cedar trees.  You see a small outbuilding, somewhat like a miniature camper cabin with a small deck jutting out in front of the sliding glass door.  But what really catches your attention is, there is a rope hanging from a high big leaf maple branch. Not just any rope, but a well used, thick, dirty white rope.  Both ends are dangling about three feet in front of the deck.  A deck that is about four feet up above where you are now standing.  One end of the rope is a multi-twisted knot,  with a large diameter loop open past the twists.  A noose just hanging there, waiting, and you know why. You continue to follow your instructions and walk up to the ramp that leads onto the deck.  The only thing on the deck is a pair of silvery, light weight handcuffs.  You know, this is the moment.  Your instructions said, if you are ready,  ready to play,  you are to lock the cuffs, behind your back and wait. Already fully erect, how can you resist?  A chill runs through your body, down to your feet.  It’s not the weather that chills you.  You feel a light breeze blowing against your body that is sweating more than usual.  Your stomach has a slight cramp.  It’s the moment, the moment you came here for.  As you pick up the cuffs holding them, trying out their ratcheting mechanism, you try to look in through the door of the cabin.  The cabin is nearly empty, no one is inside, unlike what you had suspected.  Looking at a dirty reflection, of your naked body, in the glass door, you close one of the clasps around your right wrist.  You watch as you see the reflection of your cock bouncing from the excitement of closing that cuff down on your wrist.  Your listen to the clicks of the cuff as you set it nearly too tight.  You just don’t want any way to back out.  To slip out of the cuffs on your skinny wrist. As you swing your arms behind yourself now you quickly close the cuff on your left wrist, not allowing yourself to think about it.  To think that you agreed, that once they closed down on your wrists, you were giving consent to whatever is to come.  As the last click locks them solidly into place, you notice that inside the cabin is a green tarp. There is no one around, so you back up to the door and find it easily slides open.  You step up into the unfinished room. Turning about you see the only thing in the room is an old green coated canvas bag.  The bag though has six handles.  There is a what looks like a thick plastic bag inside the open, heavy brass zipper.  It is a body bag.  At least you guess it is.  At that moment you hear footsteps coming up the ramp.  There is no place for you to go now.  There is no back door or way out.  You did cuff Yourself.  Implied consent! Standing in the open door before you will be a man.  I will be there in military boots, black leather pants heavy black biker jacket, and a spandex hood that shows only my staring blue eyes and closed mouth.  I am standing there with my arms crossed, assessing you.  Looking at you as though trying to determine whether you are worth bothering with.  No sounds at first.  Then I will start to speak.  Just a simple phrase, “Turn around, face the back wall.” Quiet.  Then just as you are about to say something, I say, “Stay there, don’t move”.  Then I walk off. A few moments later, Moments that nervously tick away, your pulse sounds like it is pounding in your ears, I have returned.  Without saying a word, I grab your hands from behind pulling on the middle of the cuffs.  I drag out back out the door.  You nearly trip on the slight step down onto the deck. Pulling by your arms, I turn you around.  As you turn around your eyes see that the loose end of the rope is now twisted about a thick round deck support.  The deck is small, barely enough room if you had chairs on it. There is no rail at all.  The noose is lightly wrapped around the rope attached to the post.  I face you to stand just a few inches back from the edge of the deck.  The ground is not really that far away.  Certainly not deadly if you just jump off.  That is assuming you don’t have a noose on your neck.  You find it unnerving that I am so quiet.  You stand naked on the edge waiting.  Your wait is not long.  You soon feel my gloved hand grabbing your chest from behind.  My other hand shakes the rope out. And I rest the loop of the noose just around your head.  The open loose loop rests no on your ears.  You feel on end of it at the base of your head in back nearly down to your neck. I grab you from behind with both arms wrapped around you now, as though you are being hugged from behind.  Now you can feel you are hard again, really hard. You feel my mouth on your left shoulder it follows to the base of your neck.  The rope is not quite down to your shoulders just yet.  You reach with your cuffed hands finding my belt you follow it down to a still bulge under the leather. I grab your left nipple with my right gloved hand.  My left hand now wraps around your painfully stiff cock.  You’ve been so hard, It is just oozing with pre-cum.  I use that to rub the head of your cock till it feels hot like fire. You start to breathe hard. Now you notice that the knot of the noose has slipped down to your nose.  My mouth and nose is now at the back of your head breathing into what little shaved hair you have there. You can’t help lift your chin up into that pleasurable feeling.  As you do the heavy knot has to slip down to the top of your chest.  Your head and neck is now fully with in the open loop of the noose.  Even though I am no longer touching your penis, or even your balls, small thick streams of true sperm start to just drain out of your erection.  I grab some of it up and stick my hand right into your mouth. Pulling your chin down. Your tongue can taste leather and cum together. You suck my three fingers as I pull them back out.  I immediately grab the knot from in front, pull it behind your head and tighten the knot up tight so the noose is just tight enough to stay put, right at the jawline. You are really shaking now. I’m pulling on the slack end.  Pulling it back which takes up the slack on your side of the tree limb.  You feel it just start to want to pull you forward.  I take that excess slack in my hand and wrap around the post three more times.  So the only way your rope has any give is if you were to lean forward away from the deck.  You thought you gave up control when you locked the cuffs on.  But now you are standing naked, noose set high on your neck, on a rope that is passed over a branch above about three feet forward from where your feet are safely still on the deck.  It’s quiet again.  You feel the breeze around your sweating bare skin.  I have now removed my jacket.  Once again I grab you from behind. I lean against you.  Just enough to make you feel off balance.  I am getting off feeling your shaking, quivering body against my bare chest.  I can smell your nervous sweat.  It arouses me a great deal. I begin to draw my tongue up your neck, over the rope to around your ear.  Then quietly I ask, “Do you want to really shoot your load now?  Are you ready to cum?”   You nod your head a little at first then three more times.  I let go of you and step back.  Moments later I am walking down the short ramp to the gravel,  then around to in front of you.  My chest right at your boot level.  I reach up towards you with both hands. “You have to bend your knees some, if you want me to reach that dick of yours.”  You know if you bend your knees carefully and lean back then the knot will force your chin down and the rope a little tighter on the neck.  But you lean forward just a little to relieve the pressure.   I grab your dick and lightly pull forward.  Pulling till just the head of it is in my glove.  You start to try to push forward into my hand, and it works. You are working at fucking my gloved hand.  I will of course keep moving back.  You have to keep bending, leaning forward, inching right to the edge. Your mouth is actually open,  drooling like you are hungry. I let go and step back again. I say, “I want to feel you in my arms again right now.  All you have to do is bend you your knees more and step down one foot at a time.  As you swing free,  You will swing forward to me.  Only off the ground by a mere foot or two.  Close enough for me to hold you close.  I could hold your thighs tight and help support you.  Come to me.” You feel ready to pass out,  not from the noose just over stimulation.  You are thinking fuck yes, but no.  I don’t want to do this, but yeah I do but how will he let me down? As you are busy thinking this I reach forward grab you by the balls and just pull you forward.  Your knees bending from the strain on your balls.  You swing forward. I step away while you twist and swing feet free in the air.  A breeze caresses you everywhere as you are immediately choking.  Air is everywhere around you, but can’t pass through your throat. You are thrashing hard.  You seem blinded by light, ears ring loud then your head feels stuffy like full of foam you go out just as you feel my arms grab your thighs.  I place my mouth over your cock and thrust it forward.  Your cock deep in my throat as you cum.  Then I back off a little and piss floods into my mouth, spilling out over my face running off into the ground, that which I can’t swallow. I then stand back as I let you go.  “See I told you I’d make you cum.” ___ Moments pass.  There is nothing more on the screen.  Then finally: [Text up on screen]  Wow that was amazing.  Sorry my hands were gooey. I really need to run.  But hey, my name is Dallas and I really like to meet you sometime in RT.  Interested?  Cause I think I’d love to play sometime. I respond.  Well that IS what I had asked you about. [Text up on screen] Great! I think I have an idea for a great adventure for us.  Can I email you the details later?  If so, just don’t forget your rope.  =)

You can’t me from claiming my right to self castrate!

Time to band the fagnuts! Punish! Destroy! Castrate!