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Here is another I found on the net.
Any more VietKim stuff out there?
VietKim is amazing. Hope to see some more
Still looking for more VietKims art if anyone has some.
Vietcastration theme...
What do you think?
Last edited by Tumor; 04-12-2012 at 03:30 AM.
that makes 2 of us then ;-)
wow that was a lot of blood
The VietKim art made me think of this story that is of similar subject matter. I don't know who wrote it since it is labeled by anonymous.
SEXLESS IN SAIGON
The Vietnam War was a exciting event for young G.I.s such
as myself. As a tough
Marine I looked forward to going to war. I was a strong, tall, and
well hung male at that
time. Nine inches of pure manhood. A period of captivity by the
North Vietnamese and
the razor sharp knife of a Viet Cong female changed my life
drasticly. This is my story.
Upon arriving I was facinated with the beautiful Oriental ladies. I
fucked as many as I
could, both the street whores as well as those looking for a ticket
to the states. I had no
intention of taking one back with me. All I wanted to do was drain
my balls on their
faces, and while on R&R, that is what I did. However while in the
jungle I became very
horney and irritable. Weeks without sex was too much for me. On our
search and destroy
missions we would search all the homes we could. Good looking
females found in them
were violated. We took out our frustrations on their bodies. They
would be fucked and
their pussies would be left full of American G.I. cum. It is no
wonder that the favorite
method of torture the Viet Cong inflicted on G.I.s was cock and
ball torture performed
usually by a seductive and sadistic female V.C. soldier or
prostitute. This pain was
almost always followed by the ********** of the unfortunate
captive. It was revenge for
the crimes commited by some of the G.I.s. On one of my patrols I
got separated form
my unit. As I desperately tried to find my way back, I fell into a
booby trap. It was a
six foot hole with sharp bamboo spikes pointing upwards. Many men
were impaled
by these deadly spikes. Some through their groin. One pierced my
upper left arm,
and another narrowly hit my cock and balls. It grazed my inner
right thigh. As I lay
there helpless, I hear male and female voices. They were Viet Cong
and they took
me out of the trap. As I was ****** to march to their camp, I then
knew that I
was the one who was going to be fucked. My first purpose was to
satisfy the desires
of the Viet Cong homosexual soldiers. They had many in their ranks
and it was
acceptable to them. Also, many of the V.C. were females. Two
attractive women
escorted me to a table. They stripped me naked and bent me over
face down.
One female Viet Cong said, “G.I. with big dick now be whore”. She
took out a
sharp bayonet and placed it against my balls. She said, “beg to be
fucked G.I.
or I cut open your sack. I had to beg over twenty Viet Cong men to
fuck my
ass. Some I had to suck to ejaculation. This whole time I was
****** to maintain
my own erection or the sadistic bitch would cut off my balls. Each
ass fucking
hurt more as a group of females gathered around and laughed and
taunted me.
About fifteen of them, all dressed as hookers wearing heels,
stockings,and tight
short skirts really enjoyed me being made to perform the same sex
acts that
they do on men. These whores I found out, were there to satisfy the
sexual
needs of the straight V.C. men soldiers. One whore said, “cut off
his cock
and make him eat it”. She also, I found out later was raped by
several American
G.I.s a year earlier. I could see in her eyes that she enjoyed
seeing the enemy
American soldier boys suffer. Finally, when the men were through, I
was turned
over to the whores. Now I knew how those women that were raped in
villages
felt as I saw cum and blood flow down my legs from my swollen ass.
I was
bound spread eagle to a wood frame face up. I had a four foot long
bamboo
spike placed at my asshole by a beautiful V.C. female warrior. She
said, “you
no move G.I. or I fuck you ass with sharp stick. It hurt you
bookoo!. The leader, named
Lei, a V.C. officer, had strong shapely legs and large breasts. She
approached me
first. She said,”Can big man get dick big too? If no, I cut it off
and put it with
others.” At that point, a whore walked up to me and suspended a
covered object
above my eyes. When the silk Viet Cong flag that covered it was
removed, I was
shocked. Ten penises with scrotums neatly sewed were hanging on
fish hooks
one foot from my face. They were large, they had to be American. An
eleventh
hook was empty. Lei said,”If you cum too soon, I cut off manhood
and hang it
on hook.” She pointed at the empty hook with a knife that had a
long curved blade.
She placed the knife in my mouth and I held it with my teeth.
Several hookers
approached me and stroked my cock, all exposing their tits and
legs. Once I
was erect and full of cum, Lei bound my scrotum and the base of my
cock with
a wet leather strip. The blood could not leave my dick. As the
leather dried, it
shrunk causing more restriction and pain. I heard them talking.
Each was going
to play with my cock. The first woman to make me cum would have the
honor
of slicing off my genitals and sticking the severed organ on the
empty hook.
One at a time, the sexy whores stroked me wildly. The sight of
their tanned
breasts swaying in front of me and the feel of their soft hands and
stockings
against my skin drove me crazy. I had not fucked for two weeks and
I was
about to explode. I held it in for dear life because I would not
only be
*********, but my man juice shooting out of my prostate had no
where to
go with my plumbing so tightly restricted. The pain would be
excruciating.
I did okay until a hooker named Ling mounted me. She had the most
beautiful
body and face. She put het hands around my cock and brushed her tits
against my face. As she stroked me, Ling reached down with her left
hand
and massaged my testicles. That was it! My whole midsection writhed
in
pain. My semen shot in and out of my prostate and was desperately
trying to
enter my penis.The ladies knew from experience that I was loosing
my load.
A smile came across Mings’ face as she took the knife from my
mouth. She
said, “poor G.I., you no fuck no more.” Ming made me suffer my
groin pain
caused by the ejaculate pressure for a few more seconds as she ran
the
blade tip up and down my cock. She suddenly grabbed my balls and
shaft
with her left hand. Pulling them hard away from my groin, she
severed
my manhood with a swift circular cut. As the skin and membranes of
my
sex organ left my body, I felt a sudden rush of pleasure as the
blood and
cum gushed out all over the room. That was replaced with pain as my
manhood drained. Ming held held trophy high in the air as all the
other V.C.
hookers laughed and cheered. My wound was cauterized and stiched up
by a female doctor. They decided not to let me bleed to death as
the owners
of those other severed sex organs probably did. My euretha was
diverted
out my ass so I could pee. I wondered why they kept me alive. As my
wound healed, I found out why. I was ****** to watch the the
heterosexual
Viet Cong soldiers fuck their whores. I had to lick the ejaculate
out if
their pussies and clean them with my tounge. I also had to service
the gay
male soldiers allowing them to screw my ass. I was kept as their
G.I. fuckboy
whore for eight months. I finally was able to escape and was found
by U.S. ******.
I was sent home but my cock and balls are still in Vietnam on a
fish hook
with by now dozens of others. Word spread fast in my small hometown
and I
could not look at any girl in the eyes. They all smiled at me as
they looked down
between my legs. I came to find out that my former girlfriend was
going with
some high school jock that graduated with us. He had connections
and
avoided being drafted. So while I was loosing my manhood for my
country
and was being ass raped by the Viet Cong, she was in bed with a
draft
dodgers’ dick up her hole. I received condoms,dildos, and photos of
men
and women fucking in the mail. Girls would call me up on the phone
while
they were having sex and laugh and offer me a blow job and hang up.
I still dream of the days I could fuck. But when I wake up and look
at my
smooth crotch, I realize that I am a sexless castated eunuch.