The Piper in the Hollow and Three Penectomies
Mist clung low among the trees as the last ribbons of afternoon light faded, painting the woods in bruised violet and silver. Seven friends—four men, three women—moved in single file, their laughter dimming to uneasy silence. Somewhere ahead, a flute’s melody wound through the pines, older than the trail beneath their boots, wild and sweet in a way that prickled the skin. The flute was mesmerizing. The men noticed, each individually, that they had sprouted massive, rigid, almost painful erections. Embarrassment kept them from looking at each other. The girls felt giddy as the flutes melody pulled them forward lustily. Julian led the way, his crotch throbbing with each step. His penis such a bother as he walked that images of it being sliced off overwhelmed him. He was shocked by these feelings but could not dislodge them from his mind. Little did he know that his friends were all having the same intense but confusing feelings Each distant note teased at something restless in him, causing his pathetic extremely erect cock to jump, electrical currents like magic skittering along his spine like static. When he looked back, he noticed the others moving differently—Mia closing her eyes as though savoring the tune, Tess biting her lip as she strained to hear. The deeper they went, the sweeter the air became, thick with wildflowers, musk, and something darker that thrummed from their moist vaginas up their spines into their brains, clouding their thoughts with visions of wild orgasmic passion. It seemed now that they could not reach the destination fast enough. Something wonderful, yet horrible waited ahead.They crossed into shadows where the sunlight fell in bars, like stepping through the ribs of a sleeping giant. Birds’ calls thinned, then vanished entirely. The world narrowed to the winding music and the pull it carried became more frantic and erotic. They looked at each other hungrily and quickly looked away. Mia looked down astonished to see Steve with his erection out tugging on it as if his life depends on it. “Steve” she exclaimed, causing everyone to look directly at Steve’s ripe organ. Ripe? For what? Harvesting? Little did he knew at the time that his penis was doomed. “I can’t help it,” he replied. “I can’t stop,sorry guys, please forgive me.” He continued to jerk his engorged penis. What was happening to them? They were beginning to feel like lustful beasts. No one cared that Steve was masturbating in front of them. Uncontrollable urges were consuming them all. Tess looked down at Julian’s crotch and saw the bulge and to her amazement she felt an enormous desire to chop his cock off. It was one of the most intense desires she had ever felt.
***The melody brought to Julian’s memory an incident that seemed to have happened long sgo. He had been nine. A plastic kite flapping ahead of him, a picnic somewhere behind. The wind carried a tune—soft, alive, calling him from the dark fringe of the meadow. Through the trees’ cool air stood someone—something—that defied explanation: goat legs planted in moss, bronze‑lit skin, dark hair curling around great horns, sporting a massive statue like phallus between its muscular legs and eyes like molten amber. The smile was warm, beckoning. Julian was shocked by the creature before him.A hand opened in invitation. He had felt himself lean forward—wanting to follow the creature.“Julian!” His father’s voice had shattered the moment. The smile on that strange face faltered, twisting to something sharper. The phallus twitched. Then he’d been alone. Just the trees. Just a single fading note. Confusion muddled his thoughts as he answered his father’s call. Was what he saw real? Or was he dreaming.
***Now, years later, Julian stood in a moonlit clearing, staring into those same burning eyes. Horns curled toward the stars above a face both impossibly beautiful and terrifying. That huge penis stood firm, filling him with some strange hatred for his own manhood. Around him, his friends stood swaying, pupils wide, lips parted. Steve pounding his penis constantly. Matthew stepped forward and undid his pants and pulled his Ridgid erection out and began to stroke it. Intense hatred for his precious manhood swelled up within him and he brutally jerked his swollen member. Soo. All the guys were masturbating at a magical pace as the Piper lifted his flute. Without touching it to his mouth, he filled the air with music that slipped inside the skin, twining through each breath. Besides him was a tree stump with a wickedly sharp axe leaning against it. Evie drifted forward falling to her knees before him she began to suck on the end of the creature’s dripping cock. Mia’s fingers grazed the Piper’s outstretched arm; Tess’s mouth formed a breathless smile. Soon all of the girls were engaged in urgent sex with him. Mia bounced on his huge organ that threatened to split her open but she couldn’t stop. Tess was astride his face and Evie was squirting as he thrust his massive finger into her sopping vagina.Julian felt the old pull surge again—the meadow, the child he’d been, the voice that had promised things beyond imagining. *Stay this time,* that voice whispered now. He and his three companions were soon undressed completely as they continued stroking their hard horny cocks furiously. The urge to destroy their own dicks was overwhelming.
***Julian’s pulse beat with the tune, as he stroked his hard cock to the rhythm as well, thought blurring into longing as he vividly imagined the axe slamming down on his cock. It would be so easy to give in, to let the weight of choice fall away. He wanted to more than anything but managed to keep his wits about him. The creature looked into his eyes and he felt helpless. The creature beckoned Matthew to the stump. Matthew unwillingly placed his huge erection on the stump. Tears filled his eyes as he begged for someone to chop his penis off. The beast pushed Evie towards Matthew. “Help him” the creature growled in a raspy voice. Evie picked up the axe, placing it against the base of Matthews erection. Mathew pleaded as cum began to jet out of his doomed organ. Evie lifted the axe and then slammed it down hard on the base of his ejaculating penis, severing it in one stroke. The pain/pleasure was beyond description as he fell backwards, blood spurting from where his beautiful penis had once been. Amazingly the cock was still hard as it lay on the stump. The creature’s power makes it so. “Pick it up,” he told Evie and soon she was thrusting Matthew’s severed penis violently into her pussy. Steve, ever prepared, was pressing gauze from his first aid kit against Matthews mangled crotch in an attempt to stop the bleeding with one hand while jerking his hard cock with the other. “I want mine off too” he exclaimed breathlessly.Matthew whimpered, “my dick, my dick it’s gone. I don’t have a dick anymore. What am I going to do.” Through the haze, Julian caught fragments: Evie laughing on the drive up. Matthew playfully shoving him in the water at the trailhead. Sunlight before the shadow. Their long friendship, precious and now in grave danger. Steve placed his throbbing cock on the stump, grabbed the axe and in an impetuous movement slammed it down on his hard cock, separating it from his body flush with no stump. Cum and blood gushed from his wound. He continued to slam the axe on his severed penis again and again, destroying it completely, turning it into pieces and pulp. “It feels so good not having my cock,” he screamed, still hacking at the nothingness his dick had quickly become.The girls had all changed places, taking turns riding the beasts enormous, blood covered cock. The girls’ vaginas were torn but still their insatiable lust could not be satisfied. Evie was now sucking on Matthew’s hard, purple severed penis. Eric and Julian were attempting to tend to Matthew and Steve’s ruined dickless crotches while stroking their own cocks at the same time. Both men wanted nothing more than to join their buddies in being dickless. Their cocks were bloody from jacking them constantly for so long. Nothing they did was able to bring them to orgasm. The monster’s magic made it so that they could only cum when their dicks were being severed like both Matthew and Steve when then spewed copious amounts of cum as their cocks were chopped off. Eric looked longingly towards Julian and he hurriedly plopped his penis and testicles on the stump with the drying remains of Steve’s mauled penis spread out on it. “Please Julian,” Eric begged. “Cut my cock off, I’ve got to cum, I can’t stand it anymore.” Before he could stop himself Julian grabbed the magical axe and as soon as it was firmly in his hands he felt the power coursing through him. Making his cock harder than ever as he anticipated chopping Eric’s cock and balls off. He was enthralled as he raised the axe, never taking his eyes off of Eric’s doomed genitals he slammed the axe down with all his might. Eric’s penis exploded as cum spurted out of the space his dick and balls had just occupied. Spurt after spurt of cum along with blood. 7, 8, 9 up to 14 jets of cum shot across the tree stump as Eric staggered up and back. “That was the best cum ever.” I’m so glad my worthless cock is gone!!!” He grunted, pressing gauze that was laying around the tree stump against his ruined groin. His severed penis, testicles attached, was still hard as a rock. The girls were all passed out from exhaustion. Their ravaged torn, bloody vaginas splayed open, their mangled labia in shreds. Matthew’s severed, hard, purple cock poking out of Evie’s bloody pussy. When Julian picked up the axe and the power coursed through him he knew. He knew how to beat the beast and save his severely wounded friends. He glanced at Mia who had woken up when she heard the axe chop through Eric’s penis and testicles. She picked up the erect severed penis and feigned interest in it as she looked knowingly into Julian’s eyes. She sat it back down on the tree stump after sucking on it for a while. Julian was still enthralled but as he set the axe against the tree he knew what to do. He staggered forward, toward the Piper. Golden eyes tracked him—curious, almost pleased. “It’s your turn now,” Piper said in his melodic voice. “I’ve been waiting a long time to feast on your manhood.” He scooped up Eric’s severed genitals and put the head in his mouth and bit it off. “Delicious,” he said, chewing as his enormous dripping bloody cock swayed. He continued to eat Eric’s penis and testicles until he had devoured them all.“Now for yours,” he said as he stroked his massive cock looking hungrily at Julian’s hard rubbed raw erect dick. “You were mine from the first note,” the creature said, the voice pouring through flute and mind. He reached back for the axe but it was not there, Mia had picked it up, holding it,ready to strike. “No more cumming for you,” she screamed. The beast gasp as she swung the axe at his enormous organ catching it at the base. The axe cleaved through the Pipers cock like a knife through butter. “No,” roared the creature as his detached penis tumbled through the air. Julian lunged and his hands shot forward, seizing the Pipers flute. With his hands on the flute heat burned in his veins, visions flared—his body convulsed,as he heard adoration spilling from faceless dancers, the crush of worship and pleasure unending. The flutes power was pulling him. And still, he pulled, till the flute was his. The beast distracted by the loss of his monstrous cock had loosened his grip on his precious instrument.“No,” he roared again as,with a cry, Julian snapped the flute in half against his knee. A silent shockwave burst outward. The Piper’s form locked, stone crawling up from hoof to crown, each vein and muscle freezing mid‑snarl. Amber eyes fixed on Julian until the very last fraction of movement was devoured.And then—silence. No flute, no confusion, they were free. Mia looked down at the Piper’s severed dick and noticed that it had changed. It was human looking, still large and seemed to have turned into a dildo. Mia unconsciously began to stroke it and Matthew spoke up. “Hey. I can feel it when you stroke it like you’re stroking mine even though it’s gone.” “Me too,” quipped Steve and Eric. “Keep doing that,” they cried in unison. They began to groan in pleasure as she masturbated the severed penis dildo. “I’m going to cum,” Steve exclaimed! “And it feels like my wound has healed.” He stripped away the bandage and his wound where his penis had been was a smooth scar. Cum gushed out of his cock scar in stream after stream. Eric and Matthew ripped away their bandages to discover a healed scar where their penis had once resided. Soon rivers of cum were coming out of their cocks scars as well. Julian noticed his mangled penis was healed as well. He had stroked nearly all the skin off of it into dangling strips and now it was fine. The girls noticed their pussies were in good shape as well. Evie reached down and pulled Matthew’s now wilted penis out of herself and tossed it on the ground in front of him. “Sorry,” she sighed. “It was such a nice cock when I used it like a dildo but now it looks like it’s rotting away.”
***They left without looking back. The forest thinned. Dawn broke. Birdsong returned—but every whistle and trill seemed patterned in a way Julian couldn’t ignore. No one spoke until asphalt and the safe hum of morning traffic surrounded them as they all stood naked on the side of the road. That night, in his own bed, Julian dreamt of the meadow. The kite. The sunlight. The Piper, smiling. He wondered what it would be like to be in college with his three best friends knowing they were cockless. At least Mia and the girls let him keep the monster dildo so he could help his dickless friends get off from time to time.This time,in his dream the flute was in Julian’s hands.He woke in darkness. Somewhere far off, a single note bloomed, pure and perfect, and faded into the night. He felt the desire to get up, find a knife and cut his penis off. It was hard and throbbing and he masturbated furiously and he got off on remembering his friends’ dicks being cut off. Penectomies were the only thing that got him off since the incident and sometimes he wanted to be rid of his dick so bad that it hurt but he fought the feelings and went about his life.Julian lay in stillness faintly hearing a flute, he realized his foot was tapping, keeping time with a rhythm only he could hear as he stroked his hard penis to that rhythm. He imagined he felt the axe slam down on his cock as he began to cum. This feeling happened every time he masturbated and he masturbated a lot. He especially enjoyed doing it in front of his dickless best friends.
