http://www.eunuchworld.org/view.php?storyid=15437
http://www.eunuchworld.org/view.php?storyid=15449

Mr Banana

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Scott McKinley was a 18 year old student at Ridley High School, where he played football with the Ridley Bears. He had so much talent, he became the team’s star player in just two years. His white smile, his deep voice and his muscular body made every girl fall at his feet. But the more successful he became, the cockier his attitude was. Soon, he was acting like he could take on all of the opponents all by himself and began bragging about not needing the team anymore. He began bullying and belittling them. Little did he know that they were planning to get him back, big time.
As the football players came into the locker room, they started to take off their clothes. “Good game eh,” John said to Scott. He had just pulled his shirt off and stood there with the protective shoulder plates over his nude shoulders. They accentuated his blocked chest and abs well.
“Off course. What did you expect with me as a quarterback. However, you and the rest were not so good today. You’re lucky I was there to stop them from making too many points,” Scott replied.
“Why are you always so cocky man? If we didn’t save your ass, they would’ve made four more points,” John sneered.
“Yeah right. But who made almost all of the points for our team? Oh yeah, that’s me.”
John was furious but did not respond. By now, everyone had taken off their clothes and started to go into the showers. Five minutes later and the hole room was steamy. Scott stood under a showerhead next to Dave, the hot water relaxing his tense muscles because of all the hard work they had to do.
“Hey Dave, are you happy with such a little ding-dong?” Scott remarked, soaping his broad chest and his tanned sixpack. Dave was irritated. Scott began rubbing shampoo in his hair. Dave could see his pits were filled with dark, damp fluffy hairs. Scott didn’t only have armpit hair, but also a bit of black chest hair curling between his well-developed pectorals. In between his abs, he had a trail of dark hair leading from just above his solar plexus right to a thick bush of black pubes, covering his scrotum and the base of his penis, as well as the uppermost part of his inner thighs. Probably smelling like sweat, Dave thought. Scott’s penis was longer and thicker than average. A thing that was known to almost all girls in school, because he screwed most of them. But not only the girls adored him, and especially stunning penis. It had a thick, faintly visible vein running through it. It’s foreskin was also long and reached all the way over the glans. It ended with a very small phimotic ring, completely engulfing the head of his cock. Even his piss slit wasn’t visible. His scrotum hung low because of the warm and moisty atmosphere in the showers. Two balls, roughly the size of large walnuts or even small eggs, were clearly visible in the sack, which itself was totally covered in pubic hair.
“isn’t your girlfriend ashamed of a boyfriend with such a small cock?” said Scott.
By now, Dave was angry and had had enough. After years of being mocked because of the small size of his little man, he just reached his breaking point. He turned to Scott and pushed him hard against the wall. The other players looked shocked and could stop Dave just before he hit Scott again.
“You know, you’re always acting like you don’t need us, but the truth is you couldn’t do this without us. If we don’t distract the enemy, you could never score a point. You are not better than us. It’s not because you have a large cock and big balls, that you are special. The only thing they make you is overly cocky. But we will get you. We will!” Dave shouted.
“I’d love to see that happen,” Scott said laughingly.
When they were done showering, they went back to the locker room, wearing just a towel around their waist. Although a hint of genitals presented itself in the form of a little stump in the towel, Scott’s penis was clearly visible, even behind the towel. Most guys quickly changed into their underwear, but Scott stayed in his towel a little longer. The guys were having a little chit-chat when suddenly, John said “Now”, and two guys grabbed Scott’s arms and held him tight.
“What the fuck?” Scott said. He tried to break free, but John kicked him straight in the balls.
“Aaaahhhhhhh, that fucking hurts man,” Scott screamed as his muscles relaxed and he fell on the floor. Next, John grabbed some rope and tied Scott’s wrists to two adjacent shower heads. He stood there helplessly on his feet, still recovering from the blow to his balls.
“Not so big of a man anymore eh,” John said as he removed the towel from Scott’s waist. Scott was now fully nude as his beautifully sculpted genitals were visible to anyone.
“What the hell. What are you doing to me? This is not funny John, untie me right now!” Scott asked.
“No. Since you came on the team you’ve been treating us like we are your slaves, humiliating us, belittling us and even scolding at us. You aren’t a clean boy,” John sneered back, “today, we are going to take revenge for everything. We will clean you. And you will take it! You will become our slave.” With that, he looked at Scott’s nude body.
“C’mon man, you know that was just some joking around. I didn’t mean everything I said,” Scott replied.
“Too late,” said John, “We have already planned something we will enjoy very much. We hope you will too.” John whispered something into the ear of another teammate, but Scott couldn’t hear what it was. The teammate went away but quickly came back with a razor and some shaving cream.
“It’s time you look a bit cleaner. So much hair on your body doesn’t look hygienic,” John commented, “But don’t worry, we’ll take care of it.” Next, he began shaking the cream and applied it on Scott’s chest and armpits.
“No, no, don’t do it. I won’t bully you anymore. I won’t bully any of you anymore. Please, don’t do it. Please let me keep them. Please.”
John ignored the pleas and took the razor. They are going to take away a symbol of my manliness, Scott thought. I can’t let this happen, but there’s nothing I can do. John began shaving off Scott’s chest hair. Stroke after stroke, he removed a bit of black, fluffy hair. When Scott’s chest was as smooth as a baby’s, he did the same to Scott’s armpits. Scott continued to plead, but to no avail. Why are they doing this to me, he thought to himself. 
John rinsed off the rest of the shaving cream with some cold water. Scott was shaking from the cold, but John smirked.
“It’s cold eh, having no hair to keep you warm? But we’re not done yet.” After John said that, he applied some cream to Scott’s thick pubes.
“Don’t take my pubes. I’ll do everything but don’t take them,” Scott said, still thinking about his nearing demasculinisation.
“We can do whatever we want. Who's gonna stop us?” John said back. He took the razor and slowly shaved off Scott’s pubes. He grabbed Scott’s balls and pulled them tight.
“Hold very still stud, you don’t want me to slip and slice your nutsack do you?” John commented. Terrified, Scott held still while John used the razor on Scott’s balls. He again used some cold water to rinse off the shaving cream.
“So, how do you feel now stud?” John asked.
“Just wait until I get you. You will pay for this!” Scott said, as his sadness turned to hatred.
“Oh, is that so. Well, we’ll see about that. But that won’t be for now, because we are not done here. First, we will need to take you somewhere else. Will you cooperate?”.
“Oh hell no. I won’t let you do other things to me you sick fuck,” Scott said, anxiously wondering what they were going to do to him.
“I thought so. In that case, sleep tight,” John said as he pushed a piece of cloth over Scott’s mouth and nose. Scott protested heavily, shaking his still bound body as hard as he could. He tried to scream, but the cloth acted as a gag. Suddenly, the screams and the protesting stopped, and Scott hung helplessly from the showerheads.
“Let’s go boys. Take him to my basement.” John instructed. Some teammates untied Scott and dragged his body onto the parking lot, where they put him in the trunk of John’s car, naked and unconscious. “I’ll very much enjoy what comes next,” John said with an evil grin on his face. He closed the trunk and he drove off.

***

“So, you’re finally awake, I see,” John spoke.

“What…. What are you doing?” Scott asked, as he slowly opened his eyes and adjusted to the bright light right above his head. He appeared to be in a dark cellar, with only the light to brighten up the room.

“You’ve been asleep for quite some time. I took the opportunity to secure you so you won’t ruin the surgery I will be conducting. I would hate to accidentally cut your leg or so,” said John. Scott realised he was laying on a table, with his hands tied above his head and his ankles to the table’s legs. He was still a bit dizzy from the drug, but the word surgery caught his attention.

“Surgery? What are you going to do to me?” asked Scott.

“I will make sure that you will be clean. And I will also make sure you remember this experience, so that you won’t bother anyone else with your cocky behaviour.”

“But I swear I won’t be cocky or rude anymore. I’ve learned my lesson. I’ll be good, I promise.”

“Don’t go making promises you can’t keep stud. And to be sure you won’t do this ever again, I’m going to remove some of your studliness.”

“No John, please don’t. I know I acted like shit but please don’t do this to me.”

“Too late Scott. Now, let’s see what we got here.”

With that, John let his hand slowly move over Scott’s muscled chest, down his abdomen with his excellent sixpack, right to his cock. He held it firmly and squeezed.

“Nice cock. Bet the girls loved to ride on this thing,” said John.

“They do, stupid fucker,” Scott said angrily.

“Calm now stud, I’m the one in control here.”

John put a ball gag in Scott’s mouth.

“Mhhhhhhh”

“Yes, I know you can’t say anything. But that’s the point. I don’t want you to scream when I cut your foreskin.”

Scott’s eyes went wide.

“Yes, that’s right. I’m going to cut that long foreskin of yours. It’s full of dried-up pee and smegma, soc I’m going to clean you by cutting it off.”

Scott tried to protest but couldn’t. He had been drugged again by John. Unbeknownst to Scott, John had given him a powerful muscle relaxant, completely paralyzing him on the table.

John took Scott’s foreskin and tugged it down hard. The sensitive glans lay exposed, and John started rubbing his finger against it.

“Mhhhhhhhhh”

“It feels good doesn’t it. Well, that will be the last time you will ever feel something down there. Let’s begin, shall we?”

John took a cotton wad and drenched it with alcohol. He rubbed it against the glans and the shaft of Scott’s penis.

“Mmmmmhhhhhhhhhh”

“Oh, I forgot to say. It might sting a little.”

After disinfecting the penis, he took some medical clamps and clamped them on the foreskin, pulling it forward. Next, he took some scissors and made a cut in the foreskin.

“Mmmmhhhhhhhhhhh”

“Ahhh. The sweet sound of muffled screams when I cut a skin. Wonderful, just wonderful.”

Then, John took a Gomco clamp and put it on the penis. He tugged the foreskin over the clamp and then shut it.

Scott tried to scream, but again the sounds were muffled by the gag. John took a scalpel and cut off the foreskin. He removed the clamp and took the scissors again.

“Almost done. Just one more thing.”

And he swiftly cut off the frenulum on the underside of Scott’s bleeding penis.

“MMMMMMHHHHHHHHHHHH”

The frenulum was very sensitive and caused a lot of muffled screams. After all this, John slowly put stitches around the shaft and the spot here the frenulum had been. It was a very tight circumcision, shortening the penis by almost an inch. When he got an erection, Scott would be in pain because of the stretched skin. John took a clean gauze and soaked up all the blood, before taping the newly circumcised penis to Scott’s abs.

Scott was crying right now, but that didn’t stop John.

“There there, that didn’t hurt so much, did it stud?”

Scott could only cry, and it intensified when he saw John take a scalpel in his hand.

“One down, two more to go,” he said, looking at Scott’s nutsack.

He took an alcohol pad and again disinfected Scott’s scrotum.

“Are you ready stud. Today you’re going to lose the engines of your studliness. I’m going to take your balls.”

He put the tip of the scalpel against the sack and made a cut.

Scott cried out but could not really scream because of the gag still in his mouth.

John put his fingers in Scott’s sack and pulled his balls out. They hung from his scrotum with only their cords connecting them. John took two pieces of little string, as thin as dental floss, and bound them around the cords. The blood supply was cut off. John knew he could wait until the balls would rot off, but that would take too long, so he decided to slice them off. With two gentle strokes of the scalpel, Scott’s balls dropped in the palm Johns hand.

“MMMMMMHHHHHHHHH, MMMMMMHHHHHHHHHH,” Scott tried to scream, but couldn’t. He also furiously tried to move his body, but the muscle relaxant suppressed every movement.

John neatly tugged the remaining pieces of spermatic cord back in the sack and sewed it back up. Then he took a jar and put the balls into preservative fluid. The fluid would not only preserve the balls, but also make sure they were dead, and could never be reattached.

“A little present for you, to remind you about always maintaining a humble position. And as a sign that I now own you.”

Next, he took the foreskin, did some chemical stuff with it, and put it into a very small glass container. The container was attached to a gold chain.

“And this is something for you to wear. Every day you’ll be reminded about this moment,” John said, as he put the necklace around Scott’s muscular neck.

“Nearly there.”

John took a tattoo machine and started tattooing a cock ring around the base of Scott’s penis. Then, he wrote ‘Tightly cut’ on the underside of the penis. He also tattooed ‘Loser’ on Scott’s empty sack. Next, some black lines were tattooed on Scott’s still sensitive glans. And to top it all off, John wrote ‘Eunuch forever’ on Scott’s chest and ‘Enter here’ on his back, just above his butt.

Scott, now too tired to even try to scream and in extreme pain, fell into unconsciousness.

John untied him and put him back in his trunk.

Some time later, Scott woke up in the middle of the schoolyard, tied to a flagpole, and off course, completely naked. Everyone who walked couldn’t help but take a look. He was quickly taken down and cared for when one of the teachers was him, but the damage had been done. Scott had learned his lesson, and he was never to act studly ever again.

The next week, the Principal announced that Scott wasn’t going to return to school. He moved away to somewhere on the other side of the country. John and his teammates looked at each other, and they knew they succeeded. As for Scott, he moved on to find his happiness somewhere else, where nobody knew him. Except John and his mates, nobody in Ridley knew what exactly had happened, and nobody knew that he secretly liked it.