I've already told you all my drunk bus story. I did it again recently in a fast food restaurant. Thing is, I don't like underwear generally, so I often find myself in these situations.

I don't do it on purpose...honestly.

Guess we're the only ones, dubs?

To Wear Or Not to Wear Your Underwear

Posted June 21st, 2008 at 1:50PM

It is and it isn't, it's all of hose things! I know, that statement doesn't make any sense, but it does if you read what the others have written, and I have.

I do enjoy the feel of not having underwear on, and often don't wear any. but I do need some extra support at times and do wear them sometimes. Then again, my wife has bought me some very sexy undies, and I do enjoy wearing them. But the best is after wearing undies, to go without any. Of course, I enjoy sleeping nude, and running around in the nude, too.

I find that not wearing undies is not just a comfort thing, but it's kind of sexy, too. My wonderful wife has pointed out how revealing some of my cloths can be without undies, how she can see me swing, jiggle and sway with every step. I guess for her, and other women I hope, it's enjoyable to watch, just as I enjoy seeing women swing, jiggle and sway when they go without a bra.

My wife also goes without panties a great deal of the time and as many men know, it's great to see a sweet shaped behind, minus the pantie line. Again, I hope it's just as enjoyable for the women. And yes, if your wondering, she does go commando in dresses and skirts, almost all the time, even her short ones, and no, it doesn't bother me to have other men watching and seeing a little peak here and there. I know she's sexy, and they just confirm it more.

Anyway, back to the subject. I don't understand why it would be a problem to wear a hospital gown if your commando or in a thong or what ever. Sexy undies are made to be admired, so show em off if you wear them. As for nothing on under the hospital gown, I've been there and done that. I figure if someone don't like it, they don't have to look. As for the staff, well they are medical staff and should be used to it.

On the other side of the coin, however, there are good reasons to wear your underwear. For instance, one year in my past, I was employed on a farm that had some pigmy goats. Not just a private farm, but a university farm for studies and the like. Being public, they often did tours for the local schools, especially the grade school.

Anyway, on this particular day, there was a tour of young children with some of the mothers and their teacher. Also on this day, they were sheering the pigmy goats for the wool, and the kids, moms, and the teacher were all watching this process.

Now, the university hired professionals to sheer the animals, and there were three men that were working on the animals. One was bringing in fresh goats and turning the sheered goats out to pasture. The other two where down on there knees, clipping wool from animals that really didn't want to be clipped.

About half way through the job, one of the men working the clippers, over strained the crotch of his jeans too much, and they split from the front snap to the back belt area, exposing everything the poor soul had to expose. Yes, he was going commando.

Even worse that the kids seeing his privates become public, and the mothers seeing his papa package, and the teacher studying his groinal anatomy was the goat.

Has anyone seen how animals such as sheep and goats are held in place while they are clipped? Yes, the person clipping uses their knees to hold them in the different positions as well as the free hand.

Well, this particular goat was on it's back, and her head was right in line with his hog. As I mentioned, these goats didn't enjoy getting clipped, and this one in particular had been excessively feisty. See, the reason he had put her head between his knees was to prevent her from nipping at his hands as he worked.

Now, that was great. she was on her back, her head wedged between his knees, and unable to turn to nip his hands, when there it was, mere inches above her, his most sensitive extremity just dangling there in her face.

Before the mothers and teacher could get the kids attention away. before the poor guy could even fully realize that he was showing everyone that he was not well endowed the goat made it's move and locked it's jaws upon his man muscle.

It clamped down on at least half of him, and it locked it's jaws and ground them like it was chewing a tin can or something. The kids were either laughing and pointing, or yelling and pointing. The mothers and teacher were trying to get the kids out of the barn, and the other workers in the area were trying to get to the man down. and he was, by this time, down on his side, curled in a fetal position, and yelling hysterically while trying to keep the goat from pulling his unit clean off.

The goat was on it's feet now, trying to back up, swinging it's head, twisting it's head, and grinding it's jaws trying to rip his main vane from his main frame. In other words, chaos ruled the day!

To wrap things up, the goat was forced to open it's mouth and his bleeding, half ground burger was removed from it's jaws. The kids were settled down some by the time the ambulance arrived, and the last we heard, they were able to save his package, although I doubt it ever looked quite right again

A bad time to go commando, you decide. Would undies have saved his little solder? Who knows. As for me, I try and dress for the occasion, but my preference is to go commando, or nothing at all.

Stupid unlucky poor nad bandage wearing sod!!

Posted by Petepants on Apr 19th, 2011 at 3:17PM

I have occasional problems with hemorrhoids, so I keep a few pair of underwear handy in the the hems flare up and I need to use lotion; the lotion is gooey and can smear and I'd rather have it smear in underpants than my jeans or trousers. That's the only reason I keep underwear, and that rarely happens now anyway.

Interview with a Nullo
Mark is a 45-year old white male with a stocky build and a beard. His head is shaved. He responded to my ad to be interviewed for this article wearing only leather pants, leather boots and a leather vest. I could see that both of his nipples were pierced with large-gauge silver rings.

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Questioner: I hope you won’t be offended if I ask you to prove to me that you’re a nullo. Just so that our readers will know that this isn’t a fake.

Mark: Sure, no problem. (stands and unbuckles pants and drops them to his ankles, revealing a smooth, shaven crotch with only a thin scar to show where his genitals once were).

Q: Thank you. That’s a remarkable sight.

(laughs and pulls pants back up). Most people think so.

Q: What made you decide to become a nullo?

(pauses). Well, it really wasn’t entirely my decision.

Q: Excuse me?

The idea wasn’t mine. It was my lover’s idea.

Q: Please explain what you mean.

Okay, it’s a long story. You have to understand my relationship with Scott before you’ll know what happened.

Q: We have plenty of time. Please go on.

Both of us were into the leather lifestyle when we met through a personal ad. Scott’s ad was very specific: he was looking for someone to completely dominate and modify to his pleasure. In other word, a slave.

The ad intrigued me. I had been in a number of B&D scenes and also some S&M, but I found them unsatisfying because they were all temporary. After the fun was over, everybody went on with life as usual.

I was looking for a complete life change. I wanted to meet someone who would be part of my life forever. Someone who would control me and change me at his whim.

Q: In other words, you’re a true masochist.

Oh yes, no doubt about that. I’ve always been totally passive in my sexual relationships.

Anyway, we met and there was instant chemistry. Scott is a few years older than me and very good looking. Our personalities meshed totally. He’s very dominant.

I went back to his place after drinks and had the best sex of my life. That’s when I knew I was going to be with Scott for a long, long time.

Q: What sort of things did you two do?

It was very heavy right away. He restrained me and whipped me for quite awhile. He put clamps on my nipples and a ball gag in my mouth. And he hung a ball bag on my sack with some very heavy weights. That bag really bounced around when Scott fucked me from behind.

Q: Ouch.

(laughs) Yeah, no kidding. At first I didn’t think I could take the pain, but Scott worked me through it and after awhile I was flying. I was sorry when it was over.

Scott enjoyed it as much as I did. Afterwards he talked about what kind of a commitment I’d have to make if I wanted to stay with him.

Q: What did he say exactly?

Well, besides agreeing to be his slave in every way, I’d have to be ready to be modified. To have my body modified.

Q: Did he explain what he meant by that?

Not specifically, but I got the general idea. I guessed that something like castration might be part of it.

Q: How did that make you feel?

(laughs) I think it would make any guy a little hesitant.

Q: But it didn’t stop you from agreeing to Scott’s terms?

No it didn’t. I was totally hooked on this man. I knew that I was willing to pay any price to be with him.

Anyway, a few days later I moved in with Scott. He gave me the rules right away: I’d have to be naked at all times while we were indoors, except for a leather dog collar that I could never take off. I had to keep my head shaved. And I had to wear a butt plug except when I needed to take a shit or when we were having sex.

I had to sleep on the floor next to his bed. I ate all my food on the floor, too.

The next day he took me to a piercing parlor where he had my nipples done, and a Prince Albert put into the head of my cock.

Q: Heavy stuff.

Yeah, and it got heavier. He used me as a toilet, pissing in my mouth. I had to lick his asshole clean after he took a shit, too. It was all part of a process to break down any sense of individuality I had. After awhile, I wouldn’t hesitate to do anything he asked.

Q: Did the sex get rougher?

Oh God, yeah. He started fisting me every time we had sex. But he really started concentrating on my cock and balls, working them over for hours at a time.

He put pins into the head of my cock and into my sack. He attached clothespins up and down my cock and around my sack. The pain was pretty bad. He had to gag me to keep me from screaming.

Q: When did the idea of nullification come up?

Well, it wasn’t nullification at first. He started talking about how I needed to make a greater commitment to him, to do something to show that I was dedicated to him for life.

When I asked him what he meant, he said that he wanted to take my balls.

Q: How did you respond?

Not very well at first. I told him that I liked being a man and didn’t want to become a eunuch. But he kept at me, and wore me down. He reminded me that I agreed to be modified according to his wishes, and this is what he wanted for me. Anything less would show that I wasn’t really committed to the relationship. And besides, I was a total bottom and didn’t really need my balls.

It took about a week before I agreed to be castrated. But I wasn’t happy about it, believe me.

Q: How did he castrate you?

Scott had a friend who was into the eunuch scene. One night he came over with his bag of toys, and Scott told me that this was it. I was gonna lose my nuts then and there.

Q: Did you think of resisting?

I did for a minute, but deep down I knew there was no way. I just didn’t want to lose Scott. I’d rather lose my balls.

Scott’s friend restrained me on the living room floor while Scott videotaped us. He used an elastrator to put a band around my sack.

Q: That must have really hurt.

Hell yeah. It’s liked getting kicked in the balls over and over again. I screamed for him to cut the band off, but he just kept on going, putting more bands on me. I had four bands around my sack when he finished.

I was rolling around on the floor screaming, while Scott just videotaped me. Eventually, my sack got numb and the pain subsided. I looked between my legs and could see my sack was a dark purple. I knew my balls were dying inside.

Scott and his friend left the room and turned out the light. I lay there for hours, crying because I was turning into a eunuch and there wasn’t anything I could do about it.

Q: What happened then?

Eventually I fell asleep from exhaustion. Then the light switched on and I could see Scott’s friend kneeling between my legs, touching my sack. I heard him tell Scott that my balls were dead.

Q: How did Scott react?

Very pleased. He bent down and felt around my sack. He said that it felt cold.

Scott’s friend told me that I needed to keep the bands on. He said that eventually my balls and sack would dry up and fall off. I just nodded. What else could I do at that point?

Q: Did it happen just like Scott’s friend said?

Yeah, a week or so later my package just fell off. Scott put it in a jar of alcohol to preserve it. It’s on the table next to his bed.

Q: How did things go after that?

Scott was really loving to me. He kept saying how proud he was of me, how grateful that I had made the commitment to him. He even let me sleep in his bed.

Q: What about the sex?

We waited awhile after my castration, and then took it easy until I was completely healed. At first I was able to get hard, but as the weeks went by my erections began to disappear.

That pleased Scott. He liked fucking me and feeling my limp cock. It made his dominance over me even greater.

Q: When did he start talking about making you a nullo?

A couple of months after he took my nuts. Our sex had gotten to be just as rough as before the castration. He really got off on torturing my cock. Then he started saying stuff like, “Why do you even need this anymore?”

That freaked me out. I always thought that he might someday take my balls, but I never imagined that he’d go all the way. I told him that I wanted to keep my dick.

Q: How did he react to that?

At first he didn’t say much. But he kept pushing. Scott said I would look so nice being smooth between my legs. He said my dick was small and never got hard anymore, so what was the point of having it.

But I still resisted. I wanted to keep my cock. I felt like I wouldn’t be a man anymore without it.

Q: So how did he get you to agree?

He didn’t. He took it against my will.

Q: How did that happen?

We were having sex in the basement, and I was tied up and bent over this wooden bench as he fucked me. Then I heard the doorbell ring. Scott answered it, and he brought this guy into the room.

At first I couldn’t see anything because of the way I was tied. But then I felt these hands lift me up and put me on my back. And I could see it was Scott’s friend, the guy who took my nuts.

Q: How did you react?

I started screaming and crying, but the guy just gagged me. The two of them dragged me to the other side of the room where they tied me spread eagled on the floor.

Scott’s friend snaked a catheter up my dick, and gave me a shot to numb my crotch. I was grateful for that, at least. I remember how bad it hurt to lose my balls.

Q: What was Scott doing at this time?

He was kneeling next to me talking quietly. He said I’d be happy that they were doing this. That it would make our relationship better. That kind of calmed me down. I thought, “Well, maybe it won’t be so bad.”

Q: How long did the penectomy take?

It took awhile. Some of the penis is inside the body, so he had to dig inside to get all of it. There was a lot of stitching up and stuff. He put my cock in the same jar with my balls. You can even see the Prince Albert sticking out of the head.

Then they made me a new pisshole. It’s between my asshole and where my sack used to be. So now I have to squat to piss.

Q: What has life been like since you were nullified?

After I got over the surgery and my anger, things got better. When I healed up, I began to like my smooth look. Scott brought friends over and they all admired it, saying how pretty I looked. It made me feel good that Scott was proud of me.

Q: Do you have any sexual feeling anymore?

Yes, my prostate still responds when Scott fucks me or uses the buttplug. And my nipples are quite sensitive. If Scott plays with them while fucking me, I have a kind of orgasm. It’s hard to describe, but it’s definitely an orgasm.

Sometimes Scott says he’s gonna have my prostate and nipples removed, but he’s just kidding around. He’s happy with what he’s done to me.

Q: So are you glad Scott had you nullified?

Well, I wouldn’t say I’m glad. If I could, I’d like to have my cock and balls back. But I know that I’m a nullo forever. So I’m making the best of it.

Scott and I are very happy. I know that he’ll take care of me and we’ll be together always. I guess losing my manhood was worth it to make that happen for us.

You two HAVE noticed what section this is in aint you?

1st a bloke nearly having his knob bit off, then a guy who sort of did!!!

Humour chaps humour

dubmeup wrote:
C'mon...mine was kinda funny and entirely in keeping with your theme. DGs was more balls 'off' than 'out'.

I propose we send andy to psket's house until he gets his arse here and goes public with his bro story

Jeez, dg. If I wasn't depressed before...

I propose we send andy to psket's house until he gets his arse here and goes public with his bro story