7 - Dichotomy

Perhaps the worst part about getting his manhood cut off was the fact that he had known it was coming.

He had known for months, in fact. It wasn't hard to connect the dots when you had literally nothing else to think about all day. He had watched, with mounting dread, as all the men who had arrived before him had been dragged off, cockless and ball-free, by ones and twos, every few days.

Finally, he was the oldest one in his room, and he knew his time would come soon.

What he hadn't anticipated, however, was getting to hear his usual milkmaid describe his impending nullification to the new milkmaid. It was a special kind of horror, listening to them chat about cutting off a rather important piece of him in completely casual terms, as if they were just about to trim his hair, and being able to do nothing at all about it.

The fact that the girl who was about to remove his manhood had been, just a few hours earlier, eagerly stroking him to orgasm, only added salt and vinegar to the wound.

The bands that cinched around the base of his cock and balls, vise tight, inflicted upon him the worst pain he had ever felt in his entire life. He thought his agony could grow no worse, until, a few moments later, the girl had activated the blade that severed his sexual organs from him completely.

There were no words that could describe his pain after that, and the gut wrenching tide of it simply refused to abate in the slightest. It drove virtually all thought from his mind, and the last thing he remembered seeing, before he passed out, was the new girl, smiling and happy, walking out of the milking room with his manhood held casually in her small, soft hands.

He was aware of very little over the next hour or so, and only really regained some semblance of his senses when he felt himself be half carried and half dragged down a ramp and dropped, unceremoniously and with no regard for his injury, on rough, tufted grass.

He felt his plug get pulled, and his bladder valve released. A few moments later, he heard several loud clangs, as the loading ramp was raised, a heavy gate was closed, and two vehicle doors slammed shut. A large truck rumbled to life, then drove away, leaving him, wherever he was, completely alone.

Alone, except for the two dozen or so other men scattered around him, all of who were on the ground, like him, hunched over and clutching their mutilated groins.

As he took in his predicament, his mind flashed back to his last memory of the girl who had taken his manhood from him. He wondered, briefly, just what she had done with it, as another wave of agony roiled up his abdomen from his damaged crotch.

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Holly had never before, in her entire life, felt so good as she did now.

Natalie and Emily had practically dragged her to their home, which was in easy walking distance to their shared workplace. Once there, they had wasted little time in shedding their own clothes and convincing Holly to do the same with hers.

She was currently laying on her new friends' very large, very soft bed, with her head and torso in Emily's lap, as the ridiculously pretty woman kissed and caressed Holly's lips, face, and breasts. Natalie, meanwhile, was enthusiastically pumping the head and shaft of the cock that Holly had cut off, only a short time before, into her new friend's quivering pussy.

When Natalie lowered her mouth to Holly's clit, and began licking it in time with each thrust of meat into her cleft, Holly came hard enough that she thought she might lose her mind.

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Despite the pain which threatened his very sanity, he managed to, slowly and carefully, stand himself up.

Every step he took made his lower body feel like someone was gleefully and sadistically tugging on his innards, but he persisted. He made his way to the gate, which was the only portal in a seemingly endless high fence, which he had heard clang shut earlier.

It was, of course, locked fast.

Even if he could climb it, which he knew in his throbbing gut to be an impossibility at the moment, he would never be able to negotiate the tangle of barbed wire that topped both it and the endless fence.

He turned around, leaning heavily on the gate, and surveyed the ground before him. He and his similarly damaged compatriots had been unloaded and abandoned in a large, grassy clearing, which was peppered intermittently with oddly shaped white stones. Surrounding the clearing was dense, dark forest, which loomed forebodingly in the waning light of the setting sun.

Letting himself slide down the gate into a curled sitting position, he wondered just what he was going to do.

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What you had to do, according to Emily, was to completely hollow out the penis.

Once that was done, you could mince the resulting cock meat, mix in some herbs, spices, and other tasty ingredients, then stuff the whole mess back into the emptied out cock skin.

The result was basically a penis sausage, which Emily had cheekily dubbed "The Cockwurst", that cooked up very well on a grill. Lain in a toasted bun, with Holly's preferred condiments adorning it, it had been quite delicious indeed.

Holly had given Natalie and Emily a bite each, and all three girls had happily chewed and swallowed their mouthfuls of manhood, then breathed out a sigh of pleased satisfaction.

---

His breath left him in ragged, terrified gasps.

The odd stones had, of course, turned out to be bones. He had just made this grim discovery, and was about to point it out to all the men around him, or those few not incapacitated by pain, at least, when he heard the first howls.

The wolves had come as dusk fell.

He had managed, somehow, to stumblingly evade being brought down by the savage canids, fleeing from the deadly clearing and into the dark of the forest. He could hear, still, the screams of the men who hadn't been so fortunate as him.

Somewhere along his frantic flight, the band holding his wound closed had slipped off. He clutched at his ruined crotch, desperately trying to stem the flow of blood that spurted from him with every step and every breath.

He didn't want to die out here. He didn't want to be eaten.

---

Eating the two testicles that Emily had prepared for her turned out to be, by a fair margin, the high point so far of Holly's lifetime worth of culinary experiences.

While the cockwurst had been merely good, the testicles were absolutely superb.

Emily had popped them from their sack of thin skin, peeled them out of their tough outer layer, then sunk a syringe filled with some sort of marinade deep into each, filling them near to bursting. After that, the smiling, beautiful, and very nude cook had wrapped the meaty orbs in smoked bacon, run a skewer through them, then set them on the hot grill to cook.

They had been served to Holly while they were still sizzling, so she'd had to wait, quite impatiently, for them to cool, all the while being teased by their unfamiliar, yet mouthwateringly tantalizing aroma. When they'd finally cooled, instead of allowing Holly to eat them immediately, her new friends had each slowly fed one of the succulent balls of meat to her themselves, their unwavering eye contact and knowing smiles heightening the sensuality of the experience.

The taste was divine. Juicy, meaty, and oh so very rich, with an odd, but pleasant, musky aftertaste that seemed to light a fire in her abdomen, blowing fresh air and fuel on the simmering embers of her lust.

---

His groin felt like it was on fire, but that actually seemed to be the least of his worries at the moment.

Something had followed his bloody trail through the now nearly pitch black forest.

Something big.

His frantic, scrambling flight had slowly come to a halt, as mounting blood loss and pain had forced him to first his knees, then his stomach. He scrabbled feebly at the rough ground, trying to drag himself away from the loud crunching noises of the thing approaching him in the darkness.

He flopped over on his back, trying to see just what it was that pursued him.

He caught a brief glimpse of long, shaggy fur; large, humped shoulders; and clawed paws the size of dinner plates, before the huge brown bear was upon him.

His last sight was of dozens of inches long teeth descending toward him, lips flared and jaws opened wide, as the grizzly caught up with its meal.

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Holly writhed under the combined assault of both Natalie and Emily's lips and tongues. The two women seemed to want to kiss, lick, and nibble every last inch of the girl, as if she was a particularly tasty morsel that they were determined to enjoy to the fullest.

The fact that Holly was bound hand and foot to the bed stand, by soft and colorful silken scarves, only made matters worse.

Holly squirmed futilely during a short pause, as Emily and Natalie had a brief but intense debate as to which of them more deserved to have Holly's clitoris in their mouth. The debate was resolved when they agreed to have a tongue wrestling match for the honor, with Holly's sensitive nubbin acting as referee.

The girl bucked in ecstasy as both of her new friends sucked and licked on her sexual center at the same time.

Holly, with the taste of a man's perfectly cooked balls still lingering in her mouth, and as two gorgeous women fought over her clitoris with their tongues, had the orgasm of her life.