Sooo... had a thought.. but never realized that this could happen.....we know of acid to the face....but to the penis????...hmmmm lots of thoughts....?
https://metro.co.uk/2015/02/03/girl-pou ... e-5047162/
https://metro.co.uk/2015/02/04/penis-ac ... y-5049768/
Here's some ideas people!
new story idea....
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Re: new story idea....
Hey @jjacky08,
The idea is interesting. An the act of revenge or honor destruction of manhood based on a cultural practice or perhaps even just one hell of a pissed off family member.
One idea about this story idea I don't like is to write anything that gives credence to women being mutilated by acid to the face. It's an evil act that should not only be condemned by society but, punished to the fullest extent that the law allows.
So, I would suggest writing the story without reference to throwing acid in women's faces.
Maybe something similar to this:
-- Rough Draft for Male Genital Destruction by Acid --
Trembling out of control Professor Roland Aldren had just lost his lunch. Egg salad and a bag of corn chips were running down this button-down oxford shirt and silk pinpoint tie. Roland wasn't wearing any pants.
Beauchamp's stepfather was a foul evil man who had not taken kindly to finding out his 23-year-old son was dating his 49-year-old college chemistry professor.
With his lover tied up on a chemistry lab bench, Beauchamp was across the room tied arms and legs to a chair and had a clear view. Once his stepfather had taken them hostage in the lab, Beauchamp knew better than to protest. The 2" leather belt holding up his father's jeans had tanned Beauchamp's ass many times for far less than fucking his Professor.
The beaker that Papa had in his hand was hydrochloric acid with a ph of 1 - the strongest acid. It could burn a hole right through a concrete slab and Roland's balls didn't stand a chance if Papa carried through on his threat to pour it over Roland's junk.
Roland would have begged and pleaded. He'd have promised to do anything to keep his man macadamia's from being dissolved by the acid but, it was impossible to speak with his mouth full of Beauchamp's dirty jock and secured with duct tape.
"Uncircumcised. Dern son, you could have at least picked a fuck buddy with a proper piece of trimmed off meat," snarled the aggrieved stepfather. Beauchamp's stepfather had had him circumcised at 13 right after he married his mother and the trauma of that event was still burned into Beauchamp's memory.
The stepfather didn't really care that his stepson was fucking a man, he didn't care that it was Beauchamps' teacher and he didn't care about the age difference. What he cared about was they'd be caught by his son's future wife. Papa knew his stepson was gay but, as long as he married and had children, he'd be free to fuck whomever he wanted in secret.
Mary and Beauchamp had been engaged to marry six months prior. The wedding was only two weeks away and she had walked in on Roland and Beauchamp that morning with Roland's 9" uncut cock in the middle of an epic orgasm while it was shoved expertly down Beauchamp's throat. She'd screamed and woken up the whole house - including Papa who was not amused.
It wasn't just the marriage and future grandchildren that got Papa in such a state of rage, it was the family money that was going to come along with the union. Mary had a trust fund with three commas in the total of the cash investment accounts, real estate holdings in London and a private art collection any museum would be proud to display. In short, she was filthy rich.
Having calmed Mary down, Papa had assured her that he'd make sure Beauchamps' gay affairs stopped -- that he'd teach Beauchamp a lesson about fidelity that would forever put him on the straight and narrow.
Mary's trust fund required that she both have children and that any offspring be DNA tested to make sure they were issue from the marriage.
A nurse entered the room. He was carrying a box full of medical supplies, "are you ready, Sir?"
"Completly ready. Did you bring everything?"
"Exactly as you instructed, Sir."
The nurse went over to Beauchamp and cut off his clothes using the kind of electric scissors found in an emergency room to quickly strip off a patient. He had him bare ass naked yet still tied to the chair in under 30 seconds.
With a liberal amount of conductive lubricant, the nurse first shoved a metal probe up Beauchamp's ass. Next, he put a blue strap held on by velcro around Beauchamp's cock. "I remember this circumcision, I was the one that removed the stitches after two weeks," the nurse said half to himself as he rolled a medical grade collection condom down Beauchamp's cock.
Confused and in sudden shock Beauchamp's lungs emptied out of air and he and couldn't breathe. An electric pulse burned through his asshole, into his prostate and sent his pelvic floor muscles into an enormous spasm. It only lasted a few seconds but, it felt like forever to Beauchamp.
The collection condom was overflowing as the nurse removed it and emptied it into a glass jar, "the volume is more than enough. Let me just check it under the microscope for a count of sperm and their mobility."
"Get on with it, he's got a tuxedo fitting and I want the pants to fit tight," Papa smiled. Beauchamp's blood turned cold because his stepfather never smiled.
"Sperm count is more than 200 million per milliliter."
"Is that good?"
"Right in the normal range."
"Take care of it as we arranged."
"Yes, Sir," the nurse respectfully replied as he separated the sperm into a dozen tubes and put them into a cooler with dry ice. "Be careful of the beaker, Sir, it's marked H2SO4 and is very strong..."
"...acid," Papa finished the sentence, "I'm aware of what it is. Now, box up your equipment and go store my future grandchildren in the sperm bank's freezer."
The nurse pulled the metal probe out of Beauchamp's ass and removed the strap from his cock. With a wicked thrust of his hand, the nurse twisted Beauchamp's cock. There was no reaction. The nurse mused, "I figured the electric current had fried all the nerves to your groin. To milk a human like that normally leaves him impotent. It's an unfortunate side effect of electric stimulating sperm collection."
The door clicked shut as the nurse left the room.
"Now," Papa boomed, "let me explain. The sperm collection left my red-haired stepson forever limp but, he can still father children and keep Mary's trust fund going from his stored sperm. Any children will pass the DNA test."
Both Roland and Beauchamp were in a daze.
"As for you professor wizard hood. Just because Beauchamp can't get a bone on anymore, doesn't mean he won't be able to deep throat that ugly uncut snake between your legs."
Only loud muffled sounds came out of Roland's mouth from behind the duct tape as his head shook back and forth.
Papa picked up a glass bowl with a hole in the middle of it and pulled the professor's nuts through the hole. Roland's shaking of his head became even more violent as tears welled up in his eyes.
The beaker was emptied into the bowl and the professor mercifully passed out from the pain. His nuts dissolved into the acid and left an organic goo behind.
Papa took another beaker labeled NaOH "Sodium Hydroxide" and poured it into the bowel. The base with a ph of 14 mixed with the acid to create a neutral solution.
The deed was done.
The professor would report the lab "accident" to the college's insurance company and received a nice payday.
At the wedding, Beauchamp made for a dashing groom in his tux. Papa had made sure the tailor fit the crotch extra tight to show off his limp cock. On the wedding night, Mary invited her bridesmaid to sleep with them.
She'd been told by her new father-in-law that their children would be coming from the sperm bank.
Beauchamp didn't really care. He'd tried to beat off several times with no joy. His sex life was over, his wife was a lesbian and the only man he'd ever loved was still in the hospital with his nut sack half sewn up using a skin graft.
At least, Beauchamp wouldn't have to worry about earning a living for the rest of his life.
--- End of Rough Draft ---
It's just a rough draft. Anyone who wants to finish it is free to do so.
The idea is interesting. An the act of revenge or honor destruction of manhood based on a cultural practice or perhaps even just one hell of a pissed off family member.
One idea about this story idea I don't like is to write anything that gives credence to women being mutilated by acid to the face. It's an evil act that should not only be condemned by society but, punished to the fullest extent that the law allows.
So, I would suggest writing the story without reference to throwing acid in women's faces.
Maybe something similar to this:
-- Rough Draft for Male Genital Destruction by Acid --
Trembling out of control Professor Roland Aldren had just lost his lunch. Egg salad and a bag of corn chips were running down this button-down oxford shirt and silk pinpoint tie. Roland wasn't wearing any pants.
Beauchamp's stepfather was a foul evil man who had not taken kindly to finding out his 23-year-old son was dating his 49-year-old college chemistry professor.
With his lover tied up on a chemistry lab bench, Beauchamp was across the room tied arms and legs to a chair and had a clear view. Once his stepfather had taken them hostage in the lab, Beauchamp knew better than to protest. The 2" leather belt holding up his father's jeans had tanned Beauchamp's ass many times for far less than fucking his Professor.
The beaker that Papa had in his hand was hydrochloric acid with a ph of 1 - the strongest acid. It could burn a hole right through a concrete slab and Roland's balls didn't stand a chance if Papa carried through on his threat to pour it over Roland's junk.
Roland would have begged and pleaded. He'd have promised to do anything to keep his man macadamia's from being dissolved by the acid but, it was impossible to speak with his mouth full of Beauchamp's dirty jock and secured with duct tape.
"Uncircumcised. Dern son, you could have at least picked a fuck buddy with a proper piece of trimmed off meat," snarled the aggrieved stepfather. Beauchamp's stepfather had had him circumcised at 13 right after he married his mother and the trauma of that event was still burned into Beauchamp's memory.
The stepfather didn't really care that his stepson was fucking a man, he didn't care that it was Beauchamps' teacher and he didn't care about the age difference. What he cared about was they'd be caught by his son's future wife. Papa knew his stepson was gay but, as long as he married and had children, he'd be free to fuck whomever he wanted in secret.
Mary and Beauchamp had been engaged to marry six months prior. The wedding was only two weeks away and she had walked in on Roland and Beauchamp that morning with Roland's 9" uncut cock in the middle of an epic orgasm while it was shoved expertly down Beauchamp's throat. She'd screamed and woken up the whole house - including Papa who was not amused.
It wasn't just the marriage and future grandchildren that got Papa in such a state of rage, it was the family money that was going to come along with the union. Mary had a trust fund with three commas in the total of the cash investment accounts, real estate holdings in London and a private art collection any museum would be proud to display. In short, she was filthy rich.
Having calmed Mary down, Papa had assured her that he'd make sure Beauchamps' gay affairs stopped -- that he'd teach Beauchamp a lesson about fidelity that would forever put him on the straight and narrow.
Mary's trust fund required that she both have children and that any offspring be DNA tested to make sure they were issue from the marriage.
A nurse entered the room. He was carrying a box full of medical supplies, "are you ready, Sir?"
"Completly ready. Did you bring everything?"
"Exactly as you instructed, Sir."
The nurse went over to Beauchamp and cut off his clothes using the kind of electric scissors found in an emergency room to quickly strip off a patient. He had him bare ass naked yet still tied to the chair in under 30 seconds.
With a liberal amount of conductive lubricant, the nurse first shoved a metal probe up Beauchamp's ass. Next, he put a blue strap held on by velcro around Beauchamp's cock. "I remember this circumcision, I was the one that removed the stitches after two weeks," the nurse said half to himself as he rolled a medical grade collection condom down Beauchamp's cock.
Confused and in sudden shock Beauchamp's lungs emptied out of air and he and couldn't breathe. An electric pulse burned through his asshole, into his prostate and sent his pelvic floor muscles into an enormous spasm. It only lasted a few seconds but, it felt like forever to Beauchamp.
The collection condom was overflowing as the nurse removed it and emptied it into a glass jar, "the volume is more than enough. Let me just check it under the microscope for a count of sperm and their mobility."
"Get on with it, he's got a tuxedo fitting and I want the pants to fit tight," Papa smiled. Beauchamp's blood turned cold because his stepfather never smiled.
"Sperm count is more than 200 million per milliliter."
"Is that good?"
"Right in the normal range."
"Take care of it as we arranged."
"Yes, Sir," the nurse respectfully replied as he separated the sperm into a dozen tubes and put them into a cooler with dry ice. "Be careful of the beaker, Sir, it's marked H2SO4 and is very strong..."
"...acid," Papa finished the sentence, "I'm aware of what it is. Now, box up your equipment and go store my future grandchildren in the sperm bank's freezer."
The nurse pulled the metal probe out of Beauchamp's ass and removed the strap from his cock. With a wicked thrust of his hand, the nurse twisted Beauchamp's cock. There was no reaction. The nurse mused, "I figured the electric current had fried all the nerves to your groin. To milk a human like that normally leaves him impotent. It's an unfortunate side effect of electric stimulating sperm collection."
The door clicked shut as the nurse left the room.
"Now," Papa boomed, "let me explain. The sperm collection left my red-haired stepson forever limp but, he can still father children and keep Mary's trust fund going from his stored sperm. Any children will pass the DNA test."
Both Roland and Beauchamp were in a daze.
"As for you professor wizard hood. Just because Beauchamp can't get a bone on anymore, doesn't mean he won't be able to deep throat that ugly uncut snake between your legs."
Only loud muffled sounds came out of Roland's mouth from behind the duct tape as his head shook back and forth.
Papa picked up a glass bowl with a hole in the middle of it and pulled the professor's nuts through the hole. Roland's shaking of his head became even more violent as tears welled up in his eyes.
The beaker was emptied into the bowl and the professor mercifully passed out from the pain. His nuts dissolved into the acid and left an organic goo behind.
Papa took another beaker labeled NaOH "Sodium Hydroxide" and poured it into the bowel. The base with a ph of 14 mixed with the acid to create a neutral solution.
The deed was done.
The professor would report the lab "accident" to the college's insurance company and received a nice payday.
At the wedding, Beauchamp made for a dashing groom in his tux. Papa had made sure the tailor fit the crotch extra tight to show off his limp cock. On the wedding night, Mary invited her bridesmaid to sleep with them.
She'd been told by her new father-in-law that their children would be coming from the sperm bank.
Beauchamp didn't really care. He'd tried to beat off several times with no joy. His sex life was over, his wife was a lesbian and the only man he'd ever loved was still in the hospital with his nut sack half sewn up using a skin graft.
At least, Beauchamp wouldn't have to worry about earning a living for the rest of his life.
--- End of Rough Draft ---
It's just a rough draft. Anyone who wants to finish it is free to do so.
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Re: new story idea....
all right if we use this thread for multiple story ideas?
if so, got another one here. now mousetrap/rattrap stories have been done before, but a new type of mousetrap offers new possibilities. the Nooski mousetrap, recently rebranded as the AMDRO mousetrap. drops a small & very strong rubber band(almost certainly a standard elastrator band) around the mouse's neck, cutting off blood & air flow. less mess, but takes a little bit longer to do the job. interesting way to get a glansectomy. no blood & no urine either. a variant of the anti-rape condom? or perhaps Jigsaw-style tests & traps?
if so, got another one here. now mousetrap/rattrap stories have been done before, but a new type of mousetrap offers new possibilities. the Nooski mousetrap, recently rebranded as the AMDRO mousetrap. drops a small & very strong rubber band(almost certainly a standard elastrator band) around the mouse's neck, cutting off blood & air flow. less mess, but takes a little bit longer to do the job. interesting way to get a glansectomy. no blood & no urine either. a variant of the anti-rape condom? or perhaps Jigsaw-style tests & traps?