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The Purple Pearl was the very definition of a high class establishment, a nightclub built in an old, abandoned factory out in the woods outside of town. That meant it was also the most popular place in town; every Friday night, people of all stations filled the club to overflowing, crowding the dance floor and swarming the bar.

However, the basement area, originally built as an extensive bomb shelter in the height of the cold war, was something entirely different from the on-the-level club that occupied the sprawling compound that was the main floor.

And it was this lower establishment was where Alexandria was headed. The huge tiger shark woman slid easily through the bouncing, cheering crowd, her eyes flashing with all of the neon lights above, the glow-in-the-dark paint, the shiny glowsticks... this was a hell of a party, but it wasn't what she was interested in, not today. She palmed some particularly nice bulges in the crowd, grabbed a couple of shaking asses, but she was distracted, heading for the hidden stairs that a friend of a friend of a friend had told her about.

When she finally found the stairs, she was surprised - she'd been to the club regularly since she'd moved here a few years back, but she'd never even seen this shadowy alcove in all of her time here, and it occurred to her that someone must've employed powerful magic to keep it hidden for this long. She stepped inside, shivering as she indeed felt the cold tingle across her body, glancing back and seeing the club quite clearly despite how dark it had seemed in here from afar.

The inside of the stairwell was plain grey stone, with plush red carpeting under her bare feet as she walked down, glancing around. The door at the end was heavy, shaped like the blast door that had once stood here but built far more elegantly, with oak and gilded trim. Halls led further into the mysterious complex, but she'd been informed that this room was for the players; the others were for observers.

The room was far from what she expected to find; the walls had been painted a creamy shade of tan and trimmed in mahogany, a decorated ceiling had been installed in the ceiling, and more of that thick crimson carpet covered the floor. A clear-paneled table dominated the middle of the room, with similarly transparent chairs surrounding it like a scene out of some post-modern King Arthur adaptation. Only one person sat at the table, a young, perky vixen, and judging by her button-down blouse, suit vest, bowtie, and slacks, she must be the dealer; she was, after all, the very image of one.

The final thing about the room that caught her attention were the large, very obvious two-way mirrors built into the sides of the room, presumably where the audience would sit to behold the events. Suddenly the see-through furniture made a lot more sense, and she grinned as she thought about how much she'd be able to show off tonight.

Upon the dealer's signal, she casually undressed, tossing her clothing piece by piece into one of the offered hampers beside the door. She turned this way and that, showing off her modest but perky breasts to the onlookers behind the tinted glass, before unbuckling her belt and dropping her jeans and boxers down to her ankles and stepping out of them, revealing that she while she may be a woman, she had a few extra parts as well...

A monstrous cock hung low and potent between her legs, floppy and sheathless, easily seven or eight inches long despite it dangling softly over her balls. The glans was hidden beneath an excess of foreskin, and she reached down and fondled that broad tip as a show for her audience, before letting it slap back in place against her hefty, low-hanging nuts, each one the size of a ripe lemon. She knew she was hung, and surprisingly, it was all natural; this was her first time at this kind of game. She was confident she was going to win, especially because she was going into this with more "chips" than any guy she'd ever known in her long and exotic sexual history. She wondered how much she'd have after tonight was over, and the very idea was enough to make her stir with eager anticipation.

As she leaned down to pick up her last few articles of clothing, the rest of her competition began to arrive, one after another, until four other lucky contestants were standing in the same place she had been, staring around the room with a mix of dread, curiosity, hope, and a host of other volatile emotions. She took the time to study them as the cute little dealer had them strip off as well, sizing each one up equally...

"On the run" was such a strong term, with very dangerous consequences should whoever happened to be on the run get caught. That's why Jake just considered what he was doing to be paying back his debts. The big, muscular hyena hadn't wanted to borrow cash from that mob "bank" downtown, but it was either that, or lose his home and everything he owned, and he couldn't bear to do that, so here he was, trying to get his own back.

The mob contact had politely informed him that if he didn't play in this game, he would lose his nuts anyway, only in a much more painful way, and not a way that was as easy to reverse as the magic involved in this semi-legal contest. He sighed as he got naked, tossing his clothes into one of the empty hampers, revealing himself entirely.

He was tall and well-built, looking like a linebacker with all of those bulky muscles, his fur a black-speckled dark brown that lightened to tan along his belly and the inside of his thighs, with the exception of something that was both embarrassing and something to be proud of in his eyes; his crotch was covered in a patch of black that wrapped around his pudgy kiwis and also the flesh of his amply sized sheath.

He took his seat at the table, aware of the eyes sizing him up... he'd never really been all that self-conscious, but the aspect of the game he was expected to play had him all on edge. Could he really live with himself if he lost his dick?

Lucas swayed as he stumbled into the room, a dumb grin on his canine features as he gawked around with that typical goggle-eyed stare that only the exceptionally drunk could pull off. He was a young stud of a grey wolf, clearly a member of one of the fraternities at the local college judging by both the hoodie and the jersey he wore, clearly advertising his allegiance.

At one of the questioning stares from his fellow contestants, amazed that anyone so totally off of his ass would dare come to such a high stakes game, the pup proudly announced that it had been a bet from his fellow classmates.

He proceeded to, for lack of a better word, fumble his way out of his clothing, revealing a body that would make a statue of Adonis jealous. However, as he slid his red briefs down around his ankles, it became clear that he had something else in common with that aforementioned statue; the sheath and balls hanging between his perfectly muscled legs were actually of average size, but in comparison with his masterfully sculpted body, it simply seemed overwhelming.

He swayed again as he stumbled to his seat, reaching down to scratch his balls shamelessly as he looked around for a drink, letting out a raucous cheer as he found a cold, unopened beer can on the table in front of him, and he popped it open and began drinking all over again, never questioning where the beer came from since it hadn't been there a moment earlier.

Xavier didn't walk so much as he flowed, the delicate interplay of the cheetah's graceful muscles clear for anyone to see. He was just here for the thrill of it, curious to see what the game was like... it would be incredibly arousing to see other young men losing their junk, and he was genuinely wondering what it might feel like to lose his own. After all, he was easily rich enough to afford a brand new one if he happened to lose here tonight, so he had no real concerns about any of this.

He glided out of his designer clothing without a moment's hesitation, his long, slender body on shameless display as he placed the empty articles into the basket with care; it was his favourite outfit, after all. His own member was sheathless as well, long and skinny and flopping against his egg-sized testes, the tip circumcised to reveal a ring of soft, rubbery barbs just below his slender glans. Even his dick was elegant, as all should be.

He decided that, win or lose tonight, he would go for girthy next time over length, just to see what it felt like. He settled into his own chair, leaning back languidly as he eyed his competition, especially the immense organ dangling between the confident-looking shark girl's shapely legs. Now that would be something interesting, to feel the weight of such a thing hanging against his own thighs... mmf.

The final competitor for the game was far more hesitant than the others. Samuel looked anxiously around at the others, his eyes flicking from naked groin to naked groin, and down at himself. He knew the rules, however much he didn't want to strip down. If he didn't, he didn't get to play, it was simple as that.

As the tall, leanly muscled but slightly out of shape deer undressed, it was clear his hope for winning the game tonight; his pants and underwear came down all at once, his hand not moving quick enough to cover that tiny softie and the pair of olives that hid behind in what could barely be called a ballsack. It was absolutely at odds with his nice, if slightly soft, body, and even more so the impressive rack of antlers crowning his head. He burned red as he tossed his clothes into the hamper.

Still blushing, ignoring the helpless giggling of almost everyone else at the table, feeling incredibly jealous of everyone else here, even that drunken frat boy, Samuel sat down, deciding he was going to play to win tonight, and bring Jesse something home that she'd really appreciate.

Now that everyone was nude, and properly situated in their see-through seats at the see-through table, it was time for the game to begin. The dealer began passing out cards in the proper order, explaining the rules as she went.

"Alright, boys and girl, you might've played games like this before, but it's nothing like you've ever experienced before." She warned them, meeting everyone's eyes in turn before she continued. "Your male genitals are on the line here; any changes you receive here are permanent. Now, as for the betting, you can bet by inches, or by 'features'. Your features include sheaths, knots, tips, each ball, foreskin, anything like that, and is worth two inches per feature to match."

When nobody professed to have any questions, concerns, or needs to forfeit the game, she nodded and finished dealing out the cards, letting them check over their hands while she stood up, strolling to each and every person at the table in turn, wrapping her delicate little fingers around their cocks or sheaths, stroking and working them to full mast, the tingle of magic ensuring they would remain hard for as long as the game lasted, without any potential for damage except that caused by the game itself.

Alex's impressive member measured out a full thirteen inches, throbbing upwards, the tip of it brushing against the bottom of her perky bosom, a bead of sticky, clear pre-cum beading at that broad tip, which was still half swathed in her foreskin. She looked around, seeing the jealous looks of her fellows, and smirked, giving her proud, slick meat a stroke for their benefit.

Jake's cock slipped out of his sheath under the bat's tender ministrations, growing to its full eight and a half inch length, as thick around as his wrist. It was shiny black like pitch or latex as it throbbed and bounced off of his belly, with a pointed canine tip and a bulbous knot capping the base. It would be quite impressive normally, but compared to the monster cock he was seated next to, it didn't quite measure up.

Lucas was up next, and he sported a nice seven inch red rocket, the crimson flesh glistening in the bright light of the room, though whether it was from his excitement or if he'd simply spilled beer on himself again was anyone's guess. All in all, it was fairly average sized for a wolf, average girth, but he had one redeeming feature; the knot that formed the bottom of his cock was enormous, dwarfing even the fairly large one that Jake sported in their mutual uninflated states.

Xavier's organ ended up standing at almost ten inches long, but skinnier than all of the others, a real beanpole. It was a pale, fleshy pink in colour, and sported a slightly oversized glans that he rather disliked lately... his tip was so wide that it made hard for his lovers to feel anything else after that. Hopefully today would fix that. He idly played with his sensitive barbs while he waited for the game to really start.

And finally, along came poor Samuel, his own cock maxing out at a mere three inches long, absolutely dwarfed by the other cocks here. It throbbed nervously at best, as if it was intimidated by the larger specimens surrounding it, but of course the magic prevented him from going soft once again even if he actively tried. He heard suppressed giggling again, but resolved once more that, before tonight was out, he was going to be the one giggling.

Now the hands were all considered, and the game could begin in earnest. Being confident in her win, Alexandria led off the betting, grinning at her cohorts as she slapped her member down against the edge of the table, rolling her foreskin up and down over her bulbous, juicy glans.

"I bet my tip and foreskin." She said cockily, looking at the others as if to dare match such a risky bet... that was a very important part of her dick, and a bold opening move - four inches to match her, or two other features, or a mix thereof. That meant she either had one hell of a hand, or she was trying a powerful bluff early.

"Call, two inches and my knot!" Lucas blurted out before anyone could respond, too drunk to really know what he was doing - the cards were doubling in his hand, which meant they were clearly worth twice as much as they normally would be. It must be a special thing for this game, that was all. He didn't even consider the consequences of losing; he couldn't lose, he was the alpha jock stud of Pi Gamma Sigma after all.

"Alright, I'll match that." Xavier said mildly, stroking his long, skinny cock idly. "Four inches." He wondered exactly what the magic would feel like, either going in or going out, and he also glanced over at the objects the shark girl was putting on the line... he'd always wanted to know what it would feel like to have foreskin.

"I... uh, I match." Jake said quite reluctantly, looking at his cards. He might have a chance to win it, but not a very good one... but his mob contact had assured him that he had to play each hand straight, match it, and it would all turn out alright. Given how many stakes the local mafia had in games like this, he wondered who exactly was rigged to win. "My sheath and two inches." He really didn't want to lose his sheath, he was incredibly proud of that fat, fuzzy tube, but he didn't want to risk losing four inches or one of his balls all in the first go either.

"I match, both of my balls." Samuel's voice was meek and nervous, but he thought he had a pretty good chance; his cards were strong, and even if he lost his balls... well, some girls liked the neutered look, no risk of kids that way, and if he won a nice cock tonight, he could still get some pills to keep it up and ready.

The cards were flipped, starting with the one who had started the bet; Alex had an incredibly strong hand, and masked groans and whispered curses were heard from some of the other players. Xavier, Lucas, and Jake all revealed hands that were considerably less than the shark girl's, and she stroked herself eagerly in anticipation of what she was about to receive.

And then came Samuel's turn, the poor buck almost flinching as he turned his cards over to reveal what else but the highest grossing hand in the entire game, winning the whole pot. When he opened his eyes again, he gawked at the others' expressions, and then let out an inappropriate holler of joy that won a look of disapproval from the quiet dealer.

The changes were instant, so as to keep the audience entertained for longer; they started with the next highest hand and worked down to the lowest.

Alexandria gritted her teeth as she felt the simultaneously fiery and yet icy tendrils of the magic worm their way into her sensitive parts, and she forced her head down, to bear witness to the consequences of the game. Her precious glans began to shrivel, almost collapsing in on itself while she stared, until it eventually vanished entirely, taking her beloved foreskin with it. She still had about ten inches of shaft left, but as she reached out and pressed two trembling fingers to the newly blunted end of her cock, the confident shark girl realized that she felt none of the sensations she was supposed to. She had been decapitated, in a roundabout literal sense of the word, and she had nobody to blame but herself.

She snapped a glare at the buck, who was also gazing down at himself, as the previously unremarkable tip swelled to a much greater magnitude, and his equally modest foreskin grew until it wrapped almost entirely around the glans as it had done when it was still attached to her body.

Next up was Xavier, who looked less worried than the others, more interested. His entire almost twinkish body trembled as the magic took hold, and they all watched on as his long and slender length shrunk down to nothing more than an average and skinny cock, about six inches long and barely any thicker than one of his fingers now, except for that bulbous tip. Samuel's cock expanded by a similar amount that was last, bringing him to an admirable seven inches of length, though while it gained a bit of girth from the transfer as well, it was still incredibly thin.

Lucas was next, though he still didn't seem to understand what was going on, quietly protesting to the dealer that his cards were doubling in front of him, which meant they were worth twice as much. His arguments still weren't getting anywhere when the spell struck, and he froze mid-sentence as he felt the unfamiliar tingling in his groin. He didn't look down, too taken aback by the sudden sensation, but the others had the pleasure of watching the drunken pup lose two inches of his pride and a not inconsiderable amount of girth to go with it. Then that bulbous, magnificent knot took its sweet time disappearing, leaving him with a pretty much featureless five inches of plain jane cock. He'd gone from alpha stud, the top dog, to average Joe Puppy in mere moments.

He looked down in shock, seeing what had happened to his prized organ, and he let out a whimper, suddenly feeling a lot more sober, glancing up just in time to add salt to the wound as he watched the stag's cock grow another two inches, putting him at nine total, and his stolen girth put the buck right around average. Then the true pain came as he saw his massive, distinctive knot forming at Samuel's base, looking almost hilariously oversized on that scrawny trunk.

Finally came the time for poor Jake to suffer, and he forced himself to close his eyes and bite his lip as he felt the magic course through his body and go straight for his defenseless privates. He felt his cock shrink - one moment it was settled nicely across the top row of his abs, now it only reached about halfway up his belly, and he noticed it felt considerably lighter and... colder. When he finally dared to open his eyes again, his ears pinned against the side of his head in shame as he saw that he'd been reduced to six and a half inches, and though it was still incredibly thick, he could tell just by looking at it that much of his girth had been stolen away to pad the buck, and the folded bunches of his fat and furry sheath were no more, having faded away to leave the slender root of his member behind his knot exposed.

Once more, the buck gained what others lost; another two inches brought him to eleven, a respectably sized cock by any standards, and the amount of thickness that the hyena's generous gift had given him made him actually fairly thick now as well, with a nice fluffy sheath of his own fur colour bunched up behind his stolen knot. He'd made like a bandit in this round... he almost wanted to call it here, because this was simply beyond the cock of his dreams.

But what if he could make it bigger?

Everyone in the room stopped to take stock of the changes that had been wrought upon their bodies... the spectators saw three very unhappy faces, a curious face on the cheetah, and of course the buck's absolute beaming.

The next round started off with more cards being passed out, and everyone reviewed their cards, eying each other suspiciously for any signs of weakness wherever they may be. The buck surprised everyone by laying his hand down, a cocky grin on his face as he stroked his newfound manhood in front of them. "I'm gonna start us off with four inches." He said casually, marveling that he could do that at all; even if he lost four inches, that still left him with more than twice what he'd started with, and he had enough girth to go around... and if he won, well...

The same thoughts were running through the heads of his opponents as well, however, and the shark herm scowled at him, placing her own cards down. "I'll match that bet." She challenged, feeling fairly confident herself; that kind of attitude had to be an act. She had good cards, and there was no way he'd beat her again. And with any luck, she'd get some of her parts back before too long, and walk out of here with the perfect schlong.

Jake simply set his cards down, the perfect picture of misery... he'd gotten the worst hand he could get in this game, but he remembered that mob member's warning to play it straight through, so he whimpered softly as he matched the bet with two inches and his prized knot, as the wolf had done last game.

Speaking of that drunken, unstable canine, he slapped his own cards down on the table, absolutely convinced this time that he had the best possible hand he would ever get in his life, and he grinned as he cupped his balls, ready to get his junk back and then some, and be the king alpha of the whole campus. "I bet both of my nuts I've got you beat!" He challenged.

The cheetah watched the others, a slight, cocky smile on his face as he put his cards down and, to the surprise of the others, he matched the wolf, betting his plump hens' eggs against the stag's newfound length, reaching down and lazily fondled his low-hanging balls, wondering if he'd see them again... well, tonight, anyway.

For the second time that night, the cards were flipped, but the tension was much higher this time, as everyone had learned exactly how rough the consequences of loss could be. When Alexandria flipped her cards, she was fairly confident that she had won this round, seeing that she'd beat Jake, Xavier, and Lucas, which just left her new arch nemesis.

Who flipped over one of the "trick" hands, which though it was a lower value, threw out the next highest hand and took its place.

And she was the next highest hand; she was the highest hand, in fact.

She stared in dumbfounded amazement at his skill, or maybe just luck, with cards, too stunned in fact to even react much to the magic reaching into her again, stealing her mighty length and girth. When she finally dared to look down at herself, she let out a faint whimper, finding that she'd been reduced to what, in her mind, was a 'mere' six inches of cock. It was still fairly thick, but without a tip, did that really matter?

She sat back in her chair, slumped really, considering. If she folded now, she would be stuck with this forever, having gone from a size queen's wet dream to a beheaded bottom bitch in front of a whole crowd of strangers. She felt incredibly vulnerable... she hadn't been this small since before puberty, and she'd still had her glans then. That was what decided her to keep going, in hopes of winning; she'd be going all or nothing with this game. Either she lost her entire package, or she got everything, she wouldn't settle for anything else.

Next up was poor Lucas, who was unable to do anything but gawp helplessly between his legs as his precious little puppymakers shriveled and disappeared, the pudgy walnuts vanishing and leaving his fuzzy grey sack empty before that pulled up against his groin and also disappeared, leaving him flat beneath what was left of his cock.

Xavier, as usual, seemed to simply be interested in the thrill and sensation, and he wrapped a hand around his shortened cock, stroking it languidly and letting out an almost girlish moan as his balls followed the same unfortunate path as the wolf before him, though being considerably larger they took a while to completely disappear. The cheetah seemed to be enjoying himself the whole time, his free hand coming down and tugging and squeezing his shrinking orbs until they were fully gone and he leaned back, panting heavily.

And finally, showing about as much luck in cards as he'd showed in the rest of his life, along came Jake. He forced himself to watch this time, ears flattening back helplessly against the side of his head as he watched his once mighty pride pull closer to his body, like he was going soft, only there was no sheath to pull back into, and he wasn't going soft, just shrinking... down to a mere four inches now, that extra half inch having been lost somewhere along the way. Apart from its well below average length, he'd also lost enough of his girth that the thickness he'd been so proud of was now nothing to look at really, and the precious knot that formed the very base of his organ twitched and disappeared as well, right before his very eyes. He'd never had a girlfriend, and now any hope of impressing a nice girl on his wedding night when he unveiled himself was gone, gone like pretty much all of his cock was. All this shriveled excuse for what he'd once had was good for was sneering at.

Samuel, on the other hand, had made out like a bandit again... or maybe a god instead. With the extra six inches of length, it now put him at seventeen inches long, incredibly thick, and thanks to the donation of not one but two pairs of balls, those forgotten little peas that had hidden beneath it ballooned out, rivaling Jake's plump kiwis (which, much like Alex's massive lemons, looked far too big to suit the cocks they were now attached to).

He waved his massive cock around now, tugging on his balls, feeling them nestle and dangle against his thighs in ways he'd never imagined before, and he grinned as he looked at his almost defeated opponents, especially that formerly oh-so-confident shark girl, grinning as he saw the almost shamefully reduced stump of her cock jutting up from her groin, not even touching the middle of her belly, let alone her perky tits. Hm... maybe she'd be willing to put those tits to work on his behemoth after he finished winning this game, and he might feel generous enough to restore some of her missing pride.

Maybe.

"Jealous?" He asked slyly as he saw the shark girl staring at his jutting penis, but he was rewarded with only a glare instead.

He decided, when the next round was being dealt out in front of them, that he was going to finish the game this turn. He saw their shellshocked expressions, he saw their shrunken genitalia, and he saw the cards that had yet to fail him sitting on the table in front of him. "I'm all in." He said confidently, before he even picked up the cards. Big cock-dom, here he came... all the girls would want him now. He would be a legend.

Maybe he should've picked up his cards before he made the bet. As it was, he did his best not to pale as he saw the hand he'd been given, not wanting to give anything away. Well, maybe he could still turn this around by bluffing them. Maybe they'd been dealt even worse than he had. Yeah, that was probable; the god of cards hadn't let him down yet.

"All in." Alex's voice was as icy as the tendrils of magic that had affected them every round as she glared through slitted eyes at the buck.

"All in." Xavier repeated as casually as if someone was asking what he wanted for supper, still lazily playing with himself as he watched the others.

"All in!" Lucas said, slamming his paws down on the table, determined that he would win back his manhood or be damned trying.

"All... in..." Jake said, fighting back tears of despair as he saw the cards he had been dealt. But he knew for a fact that if, even now, he tried to fold, his still prodigious balls would be sawed off by the mob with a rusty straight razor, and he'd rather it at least be clean.

They were all putting it on the line, every last inch of cock, every testicle, nothing would remain except what the winner received. One more time, the cards were flipped over, one hand at a time.

Samuel realized he wasn't going to be able to keep his precious new cock after all; he should've folded while he had the chance. He didn't come in last, that honour came to Jake, but he was still behind Lucas and Xavier...

And the shark woman had the winning hand, grinning down at the once oh-so-cocky buck as she stood up, waving her truncated member in his face as the magic started to do its work. Her shaft absorbed Xavier's first, gaining his six inches of skinny length, and crowning it with that plump, circumcised, and barbed tip, putting her almost but not quite to her former glory. Lucas was next, the poor pup whining as his remaining five inches of sleek cock and his sheath disappeared on his body, transferred to Alex's, and putting her almost even with Samuel as it became his turn.

It started out slow, his member shrinking as if it were going soft again, but her own was growing the whole time, and she began to take his other traits; she got her fat glans and excess foreskin back, sneering at him the whole while, she got the twinned knots of Jake and Lucas, and she got those big balls, leaving the buck nullified while her own member had nearly doubled in size, along with her balls, giving her a truly unnatural organ pulsing out in front of her, somehow held erect by the magic without knocking her unconscious.

And then finally, it was unlucky Jake's turn. As reduced as his cock had been, it made little difference to the throbbing cock she already had, but his balls were not quite half the size of her own, and they grew impressively, almost knocking her off balance now. She glanced down at the hyena and smirked at his flat crotch, only that patch of black fur marking where his proud genitals had once stood.

She played around with it for a while, marveling at its size and power, but it didn't take long for her to realize it was simply too big. After showing it off to the newly nulloed boys around her, she discussed it at some length with the dealer, also learning each players' motivation for coming in today.

Everyone that walked into the room walked out changed, minus of course the everpresent dealer, who simply smiled brightly at the others as they left. It never occurred to them that her mouth had never moved when she'd spoken the rules earlier, nor had any of them even begun to wonder how she could control such powers as these without potential damage or chaos.

The trickster goddess went out of her way to make sure nobody noticed these things.

Alexandria, the big winner of the day, walked back out into the club with a bigger cock than she'd entered with - fifteen inches hard, all in all, thicker than it had been, her balls a little bigger, but she'd decided to take it easy, lest she not be able to fit it in anyone ever again; and she liked sex far too much to give that up readily. Most of the remaining size had been carefully extracted and turned into some kind of "essence" by the dealer, to be drank by whomever she saw fit to distribute, and she could think of a few ways to put that to use... sometimes getting pounded was as good as doing the pounding.

Samuel found his clothes to be incredibly tight now that he was actually packing something worth having; after finding that he'd been trying to impress his girlfriend before she dumped him, Alexandria had made him a deal; he could have whatever he could suck out of her new cock, and he'd ended up with seven inches of uncut cock, with a decent pair of balls she'd given him to go with them. He decided that, since it was more than twice what he'd started with, it was more than enough for Jesse, and he packed up and went home.

Xavier had called for his valet to pick up his clothes and belongings and, flaunting his naked body and, more importantly, his bare, empty groin as he slipped out onto the dance floor. He saw no reason to get dressed when he had nothing to hide, and considering the small fact that he owned this place, nobody was about to tell him what he could and could not do. He might not have a cock for now, but he still had one hell of an ass, and it wasn't long before young guys were lining up to have a turn dancing with such an exotic specimen.

Lucas might've had better luck if he hadn't still tried to act like top dog instead of a neutered puppy when he was offered the same deal that Alexandria had given to Samuel. He'd balked and complained and outright refused to suck her dick, so eventually she'd given up trying, and decided he needed a bit of humiliation to make him know his place in this world. When he was looking she casually took the pants and underwear out of her bin and set them in her own, locking it so that when he went to leave, he was forced out of the room with his own shamefully flat groin on full display, to meet up with his laughing frat buddies... and the innocently smiling recent pledge, the one who didn't seem drunk at all and had suggested he come down here in the first place. They all took turns making fun of his state, while the whimpering, stunned former alpha had to be pretty much dragged out of the place and back to the car; he was going to be popular at the frat house for a while.

What he didn't know was that one of his jacket pockets held the shark herm's phone number written down on a slip of paper, and she hefted one of those slightly glowing vials of white liquid to look at it while he left. A smirk flitted across her face as she thought that a week or two without a cock might do him some good, and maybe he'd be a good boy and come suck on hers for a while after his frat brothers had broken him in some.

Then, maybe she'd be willing enough to go back and honour the original deal.

Or maybe she would give him half back. Who could know ahead of time?

And finally, Jake slumped his way through the club and out into the parking lot, feeling humiliated and defeated. Alexandria had seemed on the verge of giving him a boon like she'd done for the buck, but she'd suddenly seemed to change her mind, glancing at the dealer, and he had to pull his clothes up with nothing in his crotch at all, and he didn't have the twinkish body to pull the nullified look off like Xavier did.

He had just climbed into his car when he got a warning that something was not wrong - a hand slid out from the back seat, wrapping around his mouth, the other reaching out and patting his groin. A startled giggle from behind him, and he recognized the voice of Velchia, the playful, foreign tigress that was his only contact with the mob that had gotten him into this. "Wow, Jakey... you really went through with it, huh? Wow, that's a real shame... you have-had, I guess-one hell of a cock, yeen boy. I'm so sorry about that." The dripping sarcasm in her voice told him exactly what he needed to know; not only was she not sorry, this was planned from the very beginning. This was a cruel lesson in paying your debts on time. They had stakes in the game, didn't they...? "Tell you what though," she said slyly, her delicate fingers cupping and stroking the uncomfortably empty space where his genitals should've been in an overly sensual manner. "if you are a good boy and help us with a few favours here and there, you might as well be part of the family. And we take care of family... if one of my family members was without a cock of his own, I'd move heaven and earth to make sure he got one."

He stared forward in stunned silence, until she opened the door and came over to his side, pulling him out onto the pavement again, rubbing his chest gently. "How does that sound to you?"

Did he really want to be involved further with these mob types? Did he want to get even further in debt with them? Did he want to risk police investigation, and maybe arrest?

Were his cock and balls really that important to him?

"..What kind of favours do you need from me, and where do I start?"

"Well, big boy..." The tigress purred, leaning in and cupping his groin again, reminding him uncomfortably of the empty space where his big balls were supposed to be. "First thing's first, you can take those pants off, and get down on your knees. I need to see if your tongue is any good, or if you could only talk with your cock." She ordered. "We'll go from there..."

TO BE CONTINUED?