Copyright (C) 1999 by Felix Lance Falkon; you may save or make paper copies for your own use; do not post, repost, publish, or archive elsewhere without the author's express permission.
"Glass?" asked Denny. With his left hand, the naked youth patted the transparent, horizontal slab -- cool and slick under his fingers -- that formed the upper plate of the crotch-high hydraulic press. He took a deep breath, smelled machine oil, warm bodies, sweat, and ... He sniffed again. Was that blood? he asked himself. Yeah, blood. He raised his head, glanced around the room. More glass-topped presses -- some empty, most in use -- completed a circle of twelve crotch-high machines. Denny turned to his right, where Karl's long, thick prong jutted over still another press.
"Sure," said the naked, splendidly muscled man, putting his left arm around Denny's shoulders. "That's so you can watch."
"Watch? Oh, yeah,... watch." Denny forced his tense muscles to relax under the comforting warmth and weight of the big man's arm. He glanced down at Karl's long, hard cock; at his own; and then studied the press. He touched the rectangular slab of glass, one and a half times as long as Denny's own rigid cock and as wide as it was long. At the four corners, vertical steel shafts supported the glass slab a hand's breadth above the polished steel of the press's lower plate.
At Denny's end of the crotch-high press, a finger-thick steel rod arched over the U-shaped notch in the top of a vertical steel plate, the two making a smooth, O-shaped clamp -- just the right size, Denny realized, to grip the base of Karl's genitalia -- or his own. The sturdy youth shivered, and a swirl of air across his suddenly sweat-damp torso reminded him of his nakedness. He pushed his shaft down to the horizontal, then took a step closer, feeling the tiled floor, smooth and dry under his bare feet. His glans touched cold steel, and he shivered again. The air's not that chilly, he told himself firmly, it's just that I'm ... kinda scared. Holding his breath, he aimed the tip of his shaft at the center of the O and eased it through the clamp and under the glass top of the press. "Like this?" he asked, looking up at Karl.
"All the way, so it'll take care of your nuts too."
"Yeah?" Denny moved closer and felt his glans skid against the glass slab as his shaft went in deeper. When his testicles reached the clamp, he used his thumbs to pop the right one, then the left, through the O and onto the steel plate. He pressed his crotch tightly against the clamp, spread his hands, and looked down: his genitals were all the way in now, under glass, ready for...
Denny saw Blackie, a curly-haired young Hercules from Engineering, at the opposite side of the circle. Blackie waved, then gestured at the glass slab that was flattening his virility. Denny waved back with his left hand, patted his own press with his right. Denny watched Blackie for a moment more, then turned to Karl.
"How's it feel?" asked Karl.
Denny said, "It -- it feels good and snug, 'round the -- the hilt. Exciting, yeah, and kinda scary; but I'm still hard -- real hard. Now what?"
"Starter's on the right side."
Denny found a pushbutton with his fingers. "This one?"
"Yep. No way to stop it, once it's started -- working -- so there's just the one button."
"I -- I kinda guessed." Denny found the push~button again, took a deep breath, tried to relax, and pushed the button hard. He heard and felt a click; felt, then saw the arched rod slide down, pulling the base of his organs down onto the notch. The naked youth touched the steel O with his left hand and asked, "Is this to keep a guy from -- you know -- changing his mind when he's part-way through?"
Karl shook his head. "Not really; mostly it's to squeeze your veins shut and trap the blood in your prong. Timing's real tricky here: if it compresses you too slow, your organs go numb before anything interesting happens; too fast, the fun's over before you can enjoy it properly."
"Fun?" snorted Denny, as he felt the clamp tighten from an O to an o around the base of his organs. "Well, if this fucker gets much tighter, it's gonna shear off my whole works, nuts and all, before any-fucking-thing can --" He heard another click; felt, then saw the upper plate descend, forcing his shaft to lie flat, sandwiched between glass and steel. Denny felt pressure build inside his shaft as the glass slab pushed down harder. A moment later, he felt cool glass touch his testicles, then begin flattening them too.
Karl squeezed Denny's shoulders, then dropped his arm. Denny glanced at Karl, watched the powerfully-muscled man slide his own shaft into the press next to Denny's. "You're gonna do yours too?" asked Denny. "But ... but I thought you were just gonna watch me do mine."
"Beats just standing here wondering what it'd feel like if I did do mine. So -- I'm going go ahead and do 'em too." Karl pushed his testicles through the clamp, frowned at his massive organs for a few seconds, tapped the starting switch, then put his left hand on Denny's right shoulder. "I'll tell you what's supposed to happen next, and then you can tell me how it feels when it does."
"Yeah?" Denny glanced back and forth between his own slowly flattening organs and Karl's. "But as heavy-hung as you are, your balls won't be far behind when mine go. We might even pop 'em at the same time."
"Maybe. Pressure's mostly on my prong now."
"My press started with my balls -- the glass is already squeezing mine, but yours -- they're not even touching the glass yet. You got big balls, sure; but your prong's so thick that -- you know."
"Well, if you'd waited till I stuck mine in, and we started together, then my shaft woulda gone before yours <%10>f<%0>' sure." Karl squeezed Denny's shoulder. "But you were so hot to stick your prong in the gears --"
Denny heard a yelp from his left; turned his head; and saw, two machines to the left of his own, a big-shouldered blond, every muscle taut, choking back another cry as he watched his testicles rupture. After a few seconds, the blond looked up and said, "My balls -- both at once -- went together -- caught me by surprise. I'm okay now."
Just beyond the blond, Denny saw Alex, a cheerful, curly- haired repairman from Communications, studying the glass slab that was crushing his shaft and balls. Alex raised his head, grinned at Denny, gestured at the bloody pulp oozing from the edges of the slab, and said, "Gettin' castrated like this looks worse'n it feels, Denny."
"I sure the fuck hope so."
"So the fuck do I," said another naked, hard-pronged stud who was wiping left-over blood from a press between Denny and the big-shouldered blond. Finished, the stud eased his shaft and balls into the press, touched the starter button, and watched the machine's glass slab settle down onto his virile organs.
Denny looked down at his own genitals, watching and feeling his shaft widen and his balls flatten to thick, oval disks. Clean, sharp pain stabbed Denny's prong from glans to base, while from his balls a dull ache bored up into his guts. Denny glanced at Karl's organs; under glass, the big man's shaft was flattening too.
"Still okay?" asked Karl.
"I ... I think so." Denny rubbed his taut pectoral muscles. "But ... it seems kinda unfair for you to get squashed faster than me."
"Not really: the top plate doesn't have as far to go 'fore it starts crushing my meat. But when it does go to work," Karl added, squeezing Denny's shoulder again, "I got more in there to get squished, and that slows it down some."
"That's kinda..." Denny paused, glanced down at his own flattening shaft and rubbed his chest again. "... yeah. How do you feel now, anyway?" he asked, turning to meet Karl's gaze.
"Coming right along." The big man took a deep breath, expanded his wide chest, sucked in his stomach. "Prong's getting ready to burst -- pressure getting stronger -- won't last much longer. Already feel things starting to tear loose, inside, but I'm doing okay."
"Yeah?" Denny found himself expanding his own chest, pressing his crotch harder against the clamp that gripped his virile equipment, tensing his own muscles. "It almost looks like we're coming, doesn't it?"
"Sure does -- but that's not --" Karl paused, breathed deeply, then continued. "This time, be a lot more than a couple squirts of ball-juice when we do -- let go." He patted the top of the press with his right hand. "Sides of my prong -- that's where I can feel it now. Pushing down on the top, sure; but inside, the pressure's trying to blow out the sides, and they're stretched real tight. It does sorta feel like..."
"... like coming? Well ... sort of." The naked youth licked his lips and studied his own doomed genitalia. "Right now, my fucking balls ache right up into my guts." He slapped his hard, concave belly with his left hand. "But my cock -- I can feel it starting..." He licked his lips again and shivered. "Still, it is kinda..."
"... fun? Sure. And your pal did say -- doesn't feel as bad -- as it looks, so --"
"Alex? He better be right," Denny growled. "My cock's gonna go any second..." He felt Karl's left hand tighten reassuringly. "...right -- about -- NOW!" Denny's prong burst with an orgasmic thump, shaking his whole body. He choked back a cry and tried to relax as he watched the glass slab reduce his shaft to a spreading oval of crushed pulp.
"How'd it go?"
"That was fucking painful. A little like coming, yeah, a little; but just a little." Denny glanced from his own organs to Karl's "How're you doing?"
"Getting there." Karl let his right hand wander over his muscle-sheathed chest. "Not like trying to come, but -- but it almost is, somehow."
"I know what you mean."
"For sure." Karl squeezed Denny's shoulder. "What about you?"
"The thing's coming down on my balls now, yeah; but it's -- but they're holding up, so far. Pretty fucking soon, though..."
"Me too. Squeezing -- tighter -- pressure inside -- almost--" Karl caught his breath and growled: "Here I GO!"
Denny looked just in time to see Karl's thick shaft erupt into a crimson splash. "You okay?"
Karl took a deep breath. "Think so. Yeah. That was ... wild."
Denny swelled his chest and tensed his muscles as the ache in his gonads got even stronger. "My balls -- here goes -- number -- one!" Dull agony rammed into his guts, then slowly faded as he stared at the wet, red mush that had been his left testicle. "Fucker didn't pop; just went `squish.' Next -- number -- fucking -- two!" For another moment, the naked youth stared at his organs, then turned from his own castration to watch Karl's. "Like I said, you're really hung, so..." Denny licked his lips. "How's it going now?"
"All right -- so -- so far. Feeling my nuts start to crack -- be quite a sight -- mashed flat -- under glass -- like this -- and lots to hurt with, too." Karl squeezed Denny's shoulder again. "Here's -- number -- three." As the two naked men watched, Karl's left testicle ruptured into a spurt of crimson. "WOW! That is ... rough!" Denny saw his com~pan~ion's powerful muscles slowly relax, then tighten again. Karl growled, "Four," as his right testicle burst.
Denny felt the pain slowly fade as the glass slabs crushed his and Karl's genitalia even flatter. Turning to Karl, the sturdy youth asked, "You still think this beats just watching?"
"Beats wondering what it's like, for sure. Why'd you do it?"
Denny slid his hands down his taut-muscled torso to the steel o that gripped the base of his sexual equipment. "I was kinda afraid to ask if I had a choice, and when the other guys decided to castrate themselves... well, I wanted to prove something." Denny studied Karl's splendid physique. "Uh -- how about you?"
Karl looked down at the red pulp now oozing from the edges of his press, and frowned. "Mostly, just to show I had the balls to do it."
"To show ... who?"
"Show me, partly." With his right index finger, Karl scooped up some of the bloody residue of his virility, licked it from his finger, and reported: "Not bad." He scooped up more and offered it to Denny.
The naked youth hesitated, cautiously licked Karl's finger, and tasted a coppery tang with a hint of salt. "Tastes like blood. But -- not bad." He took some of his own pulped organs on his index finger and tasted. "Mine's pretty much like yours. Here," Denny scooped up another bloody sample and offered it to Karl. "Show yourself, yeah. But ... anybody else?"
"Well, you. Mostly you, in fact."
"Me?" Denny grinned; he felt warm all over. "Me? You mean you went and stuck those big balls of yours under glass to impress me? A heavy-hung muscle-stud like you castrating yourself like this, just because you care what I think? Hey, wow!" he patted Karl's warm, broad back. "That's great!"
"Works both ways, kid," Karl growled.
"Yeah? Like -- you mean, if I castrated myself to impress you..."
"Did you?"
"Well -- yeah, I did."
"Kinda guessed." Karl grinned. "So here we are -- castrating ourselves together, and now..." Karl scooped up another strip of his own crushed genitals and presented it to Denny.
"...we're feeding each other with what's left." Denny grinned, then crowed, "O-kay!"