http://www.eunuchworld.org/view.php?storyid=15140

by flubbadub

Reece stood by the side of the volcano looking into it feeling the hot fumes caress his bare chest, abs, balls, and hyper-sensitive cock. He had been circumcised the night before by his friends (or his ‘tribe’) as part of their odd new initiation ritual. It had been a night to remember - kisses, caresses, rough fondling, and finally, the arsefucking, led by Brandon, the beautiful, muscular, 27 year old leader of the troupe of 12 not-really-highschool jocks. Reece had actually quite enjoyed the breeding having spent a good year or two gently inserting smooth rocks in and out of his boypussy to get it used to the sensation. Then, without warning, he had been flipped onto his back, Brandon’s gargantuan 11” cock still deep inside him and was pinned down by nearly a dozen strong, horny youths. His hard cock, standing to its full 5 hard inches, was grabbed and manhandled by at least half a dozen hands and mouths. His sensitive foreskin was pulled, chewed stretched as far as it would go over his glans until he was back to sobbing flaccidity, and then it came. The terrifyingly large obsidian knife, wielded by the man who’s dick was convulsing in his guts, was brought down to his overstretched prepuce. The pain was extraordinary and seemed to last for eons with every slide back and forth, each time pulling a little more of this skin from his tender penis until at last it was done. With a collective roar of triumph and adulation, Brandon hoisted the obsidian blade and the detached foreskin in the air and pumped his cock one last time before blasting a good gallon of cum deep into Reece’s not-so-virgin hole. Once the others had had their go ploughing the weeping boy into the ground, Brandon came back, roughly opened Reece’s mouth, placed the remnants of the foreskin on his tongue and instructed him not to open his mouth until he had climbed to the top of the volcano and spit his severed member into the fires below.

It had all started over five years ago when the boys were on a pleasure cruise. An unusual turn of events found them stranded on a deserted island with nothing but their wits to guide them. They had lost all their luggage and with no adults in sight, they had to form a little tribe all on their own. Thankfully, they were all at least 14 (Reece being the youngest) and had had some experience of rough living. Brandon himself had been a med student with a particular interest in the effects of male genital modification. But boys will be boys, and before long, the biggest and meanest of them had taken full control of the group. Being teenage boys, they had four major needs - food, water, shelter, and pussy. The island generously provided them with the first three in the form of coconuts, fish, fresh water streams and warm caves, but was woefully lacking in the fourth. Naturally (with Brandon taking the lead), a fucking hierarchy was formed so that as soon as a boy hit 19 (Brandon himself was already 21 at the time), he would have to submit himself to being fucked by all his ‘elders’, thereafter be allowed to enjoy carnal relations with any of his peers. Unfortunately for Reece, by the time his turn came, a circumcision clause had been added to the initiation ritual so that new initiates would spend at least the first few weeks of their majority in penile agony and be unable to participate as a ‘man’. This gave the other enough time to acclimatise the boy’s arse to a life of bare breeding so that he would never want to top again.

And so this was where Reece found himself - with his foreskin in his mouth, and tears streaming down his eyes. He looked down and imagined his poor flap of skin which had given him so much pleasure in the past was going to fall down and down into this all-consuming mouth, boiling, then roasting, then finally burning into nothing. He couldn’t stand the thought of it so he took it out of his mouth and hid the little bit of skin under a few rocks so it could have have a funeral of sorts. “Hope you enjoyed that, boycunt” came a mocking voice behind him. Unbeknownst to Reece, he had been followed up the volcano by Leo, a tall, lithe and achingly beautiful 22 year old who had been on top of the list of guys he’d fuck once his cock healed. “I… I… I’m sorry! I was just…” but Reece never finished. Leo was on top of him, pinning him with one hand to the ground and with the other, he puller out the foreskin. “Let’s just see what Brandon says about this, shall we?” He said, his words dripping with Schadenfreude.

Leo dragged Reece down the volcano, leading him by his still bleeding junk and took him straight to Brandon. Upon hearing what had happened, Brandon deliberated for a while, looking dark and angry, until a cruel smile spread across his perfectly shaped lips. “All of you, come here and listen!” He gestured to everyone in and around the cave. “Reece has shown himself to be a rebel. Instead of spitting his excess into the volcano, he wanted to hide it and keep it for himself. What does this say about our new initiate? It says that he wants to fuck and not be fucked!” A slight giggle went out among the older boys, but Brandon silenced them with his look. “For those of you who think rebelling is fun, let me show you what happens to boys who don’t yield themselves to our rules. HOLD HIM DOWN AND SPREAD HIM.” A half dozen boys rushed forward, led by Leo, shoved Reece to the ground, pulled his hands above his head and spread his legs so far apart that it hurt.

Brandon picked up his obsidian knife and walked slowly over to Reece while stroking his monster cock to full erection. He knelt between splayed thighs and placed the knife next to him. With one hand, he spread Reece’s pert, round buttocks and with the other, began to beat his exposed rectum until it started to swell. Once he was sure that Reece’s cunt was in agony, he shoved his dry, cock right into the quivering, purple hole. Reece tried to shout but Leo had expertly timed himself to thrust his own 8” beast down Reece’s throat as soon as he opened it. He held his face so that he couldn’t bite and proceeded to face fuck him while Brandon was busy preparing himself to carry out this ultimate punishment. He wasn’t going to castrate or penectomise Reece, oh no, this would be much worse. He placed the tip of the knife into the sorely misused piss-slit and pressed down. A muffled cry came from further up the struggling body, but this was just the beginning. Brandon went on to neatly slice Reece’s cock to the base so that it could be butterflied open, then carried on down his terrified scrotum and past his perineum. Once the hole was large enough, Brandon neatly tucked the sliced genitals into the new cavity. He order a few bits of metal and thread that had been salvaged from their wreck to be brought to him and heated up in a nearby fire. Then, having cauterised the wounds as best as could be done, he stitched Reece back up so that his scrotum now housed his entire genitalia. A tight, sensitive hole had been left which Brandon embroidered with the saved foreskin and he told everyone to come have a look. Reece had long since passed out from the pain and was unaware of the gasps and cries of astonishment that his new genitals elicited. Since he did not want to comply with the gentle rules of fuck and be fucked, Reece would now be the tribe’s one and only boypussy - a man who can only have any sexual satisfaction by being fucked in the balls.

While all this was going on, Leo had been emptying to contents of his nutsack into Reece’s throat. After his massive third orgasm he was sitting back on the ground, looking at his beautiful, though rather badly circumcised cock, then looked up at Brandon who had order water to be brought to wash his shit covered cuntbuster. As he pulled back his foreskin and washed, Leo had an idea. “Hey Brandon, how come all of us had to get cut but not you?” Suddenly all the boys looked at the magnificent stud and his odd-one-out penis. Brandon gulped…