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“Go on Mahmood you can do it mate,” Ossie (Osama) urged.
Mahmood tried again but the sleek black streamlined dildo obstinately refused to slide the last few inches up his ass despite a thick coating of special lube.
He had tried pushing against the door but it wasn’t working.
“Try sitting on it again," I suggested. He was getting desperate, his forehead glistened below his turban and his filthy Che Guvara Tee shirt was soaked in sweat, His trousers and shoes were thrown in a corner and he had a hard on to die for.
“Yes,” he said. It was surprising how much English he understood when he was not being interviewed.
His friend Osama was getting on much better, He had been wearing a Butt Plug all week ro relax his ass. He wore long robes for when it fell out like when he was in the queue at Sainsburys and accidentally farted it out all covered with shit, but he he said he just used a dog poo bag to scoop it up and carried on.
Mahmood put the dildo on the wooden chair again and carefully positioned his ass hole above it. He sank down gingerly seemingly unaware that big Dave was just behind him.
Now Big Dave was six foot two, tattooed all over as far as anyone could tell, twenty stone, nineteen brain cells several of which worked and always wore a leather biker jacket which was odd as he drove a Ford Ka.
Mahmood was wincing at the pain as the dildo eased in centimetre by centimetre when big Dave put his hands on Mahoode shoulders and pushed him down very firmly.
Mahmoods but cheeks hit the seat of the chair as he cried out in pain but his cock had really come alive. Quite massive for such a wiry little bloke.
“I bet you wanna cum now?” Dave whispered in Mahmoods ear and he made a cunt with his right hand and cupped Mahmoods balls in his left hand and squeezed.
Mahmood shot his first load maybe a foot across the room, he looked shocked, we knew he was having the best sex of his life, and he was just realising he was gay all along. It was amazing how two small bollocks could make so much spunk. He was making a real mess on our floor.
Daisy and Steph were on a break in the rest room next door. Daisy was a fat ugly tart, about five foot two in her heels, basically seriously overweigh, you know the type, everybody’s girlfriend, neighbourhood bike, sort of bird you shag in the pub car park after a skin full if you haven’t pulled. She was an essential part of the team and was equally good at cleaning stale spunk off our polished wood floor as training lads who had never done it to fuck ass. She could get a coke bottle most of the way up so she was ideal.
Daisy was in her working gear, black corset with black stockings and black shoes, black leather miniskirt pulled right up under her DD tits which flopped down over it and tits and cunt bare and on view. She liked seeing blokes get a hard on with their cock down their trouser leg so they had to drop their trousers to sort it out. I amused her. If it was a nice one she would often walk over and impale herself on it, bit unusual for a bloke to be done by a woman instead of the other way round. Me, I wouldn’t touch her with a barge pole, not when sober anyway.
Now by contrast our Steph was a tranny, Six foot two, beard, DD tits, cock in full working order wearing a fetching knee length blue dress with matching belt and handbag he had more than one screw loose, but he/she was great at convincing lads that anal was the way to go.
He/she was an evil bastard, He/she persuaded his then boyfriend John to have his bollocks cut off because he didn’t like the look of his wrinkled ball sac and after John had his balls removed and spent a fortune on plastic surgery to remove the ball sac Steph promptly dumped him.
Mahmood eased up and off the chair muttering curses in Arabic or Punjabber or some such.
Dave spotted the opportunity, “Bend over the table and let Ossie have a go,” he said and he ‘Helped’ Mahmood to bend over the table with his ass invitingly displayed.
“Good chance Ossie,” I agreed, “It’s another tick in the box for the home office if we can get a photo of you with your cock up a bloke’s ass.
Daisy did her bit by taking a spare yellow banana shaped dildo and pushing it up her cunt for a crafty wank and Ossie stepped forward, his cock as rigid as a barber’s pole.
He aimed it at Mahmood’s ass and pushed.
Mahmood’s ass gleefully accepted Ossie’s member as Ossie held Mahmood. “Kiss his ear.” I suggested as Mahmood turban fell off and then the dopey sod kissed Mahmood’s ear.
It was over in seconds, Ossie shot his load up Mahmood and Mahmood lost his manhood, he would never be a man again, he had learned to submit and to be a wife to another man. Soon he would stop dreaming of soft yielding cunts and dream of muscular cocks up his ass, he might even have his balls off to make himself more attractive, or even the whole cock removed and made into a clitoris and a cunt made in its place.
But that was for the future. Today we needed to sign him off giving as well as taking cock, but his cock had shrivelled.
“Don’t worry I’ll soon get him hard,” Daisy offered and she started cleaning and sucking Mahmood’s cock.. It started to rise.
“Change ends?” I suggested, “Good etiquette, change ends, unless you have a sub dom relationship, but we are here to promote equal balanced Homosexual and Homoerotic sex play.” I lied, I was in it for the money.
Ossie obediently lay across the table with his legs on the floor and ass available. His cock with a semi pointed nearly straight down so Dave put the waste paper bucket under it to catch the spunk and with his cock freshly roused Mahmood too is place behind Ossie. Daisy guided his cock against Ossie’s pouting needy ass.
“I cannot, it is forbidden,” he said.
“Bollocks, do it for me,” Daisy said and she squeezed his balls, and then she kissed him. “Close your eyes pretend he is me.”
“Yes for you I shall do this,” he said and he pushed and his cock disappeared. He thought of Daisy and then opened his eyes, it was Osama, and now he was dominating Osama and Osama was gasping with pleasure. He was an Alpha male at last. His true destiny, his cock swelled more, this was his future, his destiny, he would not fuck women’s floppy cunts any more when he could fuck muscular male assholes.
His moment took time to come, his cock was getting sore but he felt Ossie’s cock let go and it spurred him to shoot his load deep in Ossie’s ass.
Waves of contentment overcame both lads as they lay with Mahmood on top of Ossie for all like a pair of dogs waiting for the cock knot to shrink before separating.
“I’ll put the kettle on,” Steph announced, “Nothing for me to do here,” and he/ she flounced out.
“Okey Dokey just the paperwork,” I chipped in, “Now you each paid five grand up front, the rest is payable when you get leave to remain but you have twenty four months in which to pay.”
They grunted something unintelligible, and went to find their trousers.
About a month later I contacted Ossie on his mobile, “Ossie, mate,” I says, “Look the home office is being awkward, too many people claiming to be gay.”
He muttered drkly.
“Thing is Trannies are getting priority, how do you fancy having your bollocks off?” I asked.
He didn’t.
“Not your cock just your bollocks,” I reassured him, “You’ll still have orgasms,” I lied and I piled on the hard sell. “Absolutely free mate.” I assured him, “I’m really sorry your first application has been held up.”
Next Thursday he turned up at the office. Tony, who used to be an army medic, came specially to do the op. He loved doing bollockectomies, not as much as choping the entire appendage off, but anything to do with chopping bollocks off Arabs and he was up for it.
Tony’s mate was blown up by the Tally’s in Afgan, which explained it.
Anyway he gave Ossie a broom handle to bite on if the pain got bad “It might sting a bit" and with his trusty Antex soldering iron smoking and Steph and Dave holding Ossie down Tony cut Ossie’s ball sac open with his Stanley knife.
Ossie’s bollocks hung down until Tony chopped the tendons holding his left bollock and the bollock fell to the foor. Tony cauterised the dangling entrails with the red hot soldering iron to stop blood and piss leaking and then repeated with the other one.
Ossie was fighting to get up but it was too late, Tony wondered about having Ossie’s whole cock off but I shook my head “No consent form” I reminded him so he pulled the ball sac edges together and super glued it together.
“All done,” he said cheerily.
Ossie had gone white, he had bitten most of the way through the broom handle, and he was making very strange noises, like someone in unbearable pain.
“All done, any problems go to accident and emergency,” I said, “And if you want your cock off as well give us a ring.”
He staggered out in a daze, shell shocked and I thought I should never see him again but three months later who should I meet outside Boots the Chemist but Ossie.
I was shocked, I tried to pretend I hadn’t seen him, but I had, and it was the miniskirt and padded bra I hadn’t expected, nor the well stacked blonde with him.
“Hey Mr T how are you!” he greeted me.
“Ossie mate how are you?” I asked.
“Top of the world mate, you would not believe all the pussy I get now I’m a eunuch!” he laughed.