Door Prize
 
 The story of a college boy who is forced to offer up his manhood during an end of semester party. Will he survive the night unscathed, or will some cute girl win what's his and claim her prize?
 
 Tags: FF/m, Reluctant, CBT, Penectomy, Castration, Orgasm Denial, Peril, Soft Amputation, Cannibalism, College Girls
 
 --1--
 
 "You ready, babe?" my girlfriend asked. "The party's going to start soon, and you know we have to get there a little early this time."
 
 "Y-yeah." I replied, blowing out a shakey breath. "Yeah, I guess so."
 
 "Nervous?" she asked, not unkindly, as she smoothed my shirt across my chest.
 
 "A bit, yeah." I answered.
 
 "Just a bit?" she pressed, raising an eyebrow skeptically.
 
 "Okay, a lot." I admitted, nodding my head jerkily.
 
 "Oh, poor Jeremy.." she sighed dramatically, before reaching up to pat my cheek. "I'm sure you'll be fine.. er, probably. Tad made it through the whole night last time, remember?"
 
 I nodded again as I recalled last Friday's party. Tad had spent the whole evening with an almost literal sword of Damocles hanging over him, while everyone else got to enjoy themselves. It was sheer luck that he'd escaped intact. And now.. now it was time for my own turn under the blade.
 
 I couldn't help myself from shivering in dread anticipation. And maybe just a little bit of excitement too, though you'd never get me to admit it to anyone else.
 
 My girlfriend and I belonged to the same college organisation, which was basically a combination sorority/fraternity. Unlike the wild stereotypes about such things from the end of the twentieth century, a modern fraternity was basically just a large, extended study group. A college education cost far, far too much these days for any of us to get up to the sort of shenanegins that fraternities and sororities supposedly got up to back in the seventies, eighties, nineties, and even early two-thousands. The organization also functioned as a networking group, with graduated members giving those of us still in school a leg up on competition for potential jobs.
 
 All in all, it was a great thing to be a part of. It provided much needed support for members like my girlfriend and I. But, there was one drawback. And it was a big one, in my opinion. At the weekly Friday night party (because we all had to blow off a little steam somehow, we weren't study-bots), there was always a door prize offered up to the guests. And that door prize was always provided by one of the male members of the Fraternity.
 
 Why was the door prize always provided by one of the male members of the Frat, one might ask? That was because the door prize was a literal male member. Every party, some poor guy spent the night tied up, naked, and helpless. His manhood would be on full display for everyone attending to see.. and supposing that someone actually won the door prize? Then they would get to keep the guy's cock and balls. And tonight, it was finally my turn to be the potential prize.
 
 Needless to say, I was more than just "a bit" nervous.
 
 "You could always skip the party, you know." my girlfriend said.
 
 "Yeah, but then I'd have to take two turns later to make up for it." I replied, shaking my head.
 
 The Fraternity's rules were very clear. Every guy had to take his turn as a door prize. If they missed their turn, then they had to make up for it at the next party AND take an additional turn after that. Or, get kicked out of the Frat. Neither choice was a good one.
 
 "No, it's better to just get it out of the way." I said, even as I gulped nervously.
 
 "Yeah." my girlfriend replied, before biting her lip and looking up at me with a mischievous grin. "Wouldn't it be something if I was the one who won your dick?"
 
 She reached forward and cupped my manhood through my shorts as she said this, the minx.
 
 "Oh god, don't say that, Cora." I groaned. "What would you even do with it if you did, anyway?"
 
 "Eat it." Coral promptly replied.
 
 "Tcha!" I grunted, as she squeezed me excitedly. "Not even a little hesitation, huh? Is that all I am to you, a piece of meat?"
 
 "Pretty much." she replied, licking her lips and looking completely unrepentant. "It's what I'm thinking about pretty much every time I suck you off, you know. I've always wanted to eat one."
 
 "I suppose that explains all the teeth, then." I stated, shaking my head. "Let's get to the party, and get this over with."
 
 My girlfriend's only reply was a smug grin of anticipation.
 
 --2--
 
 "Ah, you're here on time. Good."
 
 The one greeting us at the door was the head of the combined Sorority/Fraternity. She was a senior named Kathrine. Kat was a tall, slender young woman with pale skin and fine, silky brunette hair that flowed down her back to nearly her waist. She had a very elegant, classy look about her, and was every inch the leader that she appeared to be.
 
 "Hey Kat!" my girlfriend answered, swooping in to give the other girl a hug. "I can't wait for this party to start. Finals are finally over, so let's have some fun!"
 
 In contrast to Kathrine, my girlfriend was short, curvy, and stacked. Cora had chin length dirty blonde hair and an easygoing, cheerful nature. She actually had to go up onto her toes to properly hug the other girl.
 
 "Sure thing, Coral. Everything is set up. We just have to get the door prize sorted out." Kat replied, her eyes shifting toward me.
 
 "Kat." I said, nodding at her politely to try to hide my nerves.
 
 "Jeremy." she replied, a knowing smile stealing across her lips. "I hope you have something nice to offer up for the party, tonight."
 
 "Oh, yeah." my girlfriend replied for me, bouncing happily. "It's not as nice as Tad's was, but still pretty good."
 
 "No one's is as nice as Tad's is." I stated, rolling my eyes. "The guy's the size of a skyscraper."
 
 Seriously, the man was well over six and a half feet tall, and worked out constantly. Virtually every girl in the Frat had been hoping to win his similarly ridiculously oversized set of cock and balls. The fact that his manhood had made it through the night had practically been a miracle. It probably helped that the previous party had been the last one before Finals week, and had been (fairly predictably) rather sparsely attended.
 
 "Well, I guess we'll see. Go ahead and strip, Jeremy." Kat instructed, putting her hands on her hips and looking at me expectantly. "The Machine is waiting for you."
 
 The Machine. Everyone in the Frat knew about The Machine. Legend had it that a group of (mostly female) mechanical engineering students had designed and built it for a class project years, maybe even decades before. The core of the device consisted of two things: a scale, which wasn't so very terrible, and a miniature guillotine, which very much was. Put enough weight on the scale, and the guillotine would be activated. The small, spring loaded blade would be released to slide down the rails, and some guy's manhood would be instantly severed.
 
 How many sets of cocks and balls had The Machine taken from Fraternity members over the years? No one was quite sure (although he was willing to bet that Katherine probably kept track, as had her predecessors), but it had to be a lot. The first man to lose his masculinity to it had been, of course, the one male member of the group that had built the thing. The poor guy had been emasculated right there in front his entire classroom, as a demostration that the device actually worked as designed. Supposedly the project had gotten the group an "A" grade from their quite impressed teacher.
 
 And now, the Frat used The Machine to liven up their Friday night parties. Not everyone was a fan of the thing or what it did to men, but attempts to get it removed from the combined Sorority/Fraternity's charter had been routinely blocked by the group's female members.. who always voted as a block to keep it around and active. Since the girls made up more than half of the population of the Frat, they always got their way. It helped that the male members were somewhat split on the thing, too. While there was always a proportion of guys who didn't like The Machine, there was also another proportion who thought that its benefits outweighed its costs.
 
 What possible benefit could a man see in a device that might one day remove his dick? Mostly, it was the fact that the young women in the Frat went a little crazy at any party that The Machine was a part of. One man's potential sacrifice to its blade was the spark to fuel an entire party's worth of cute college girls getting horny as hell, which naturally greatly benefited the rest of the guys in attendance. Getting laid during or after one of the Frat's Friday night parties was practically guaranteed. Heck, quite a few guys managed to do it multiple times even, given the Frat's skewed gender ratio.
 
 Of course, many of The Machine's loudest male supporters were those who had already successfully braved the device. For them, the terrible machine was very little risk and all reward. Fraternity hazing wasn't quite dead it seemed, despite the ongoing efforts of the college's administration. Still, I'd known the risks when I'd joined the Frat, and had profited handsomely off of the device's influence at all the parties prior to this one. I'd even met my girlfriend because of it, back near the beginning of the semester. So it was only fair that I now pay my dues, as had the guys who'd gone before me.
 
 All of which still didn't stop me from trembling as I pulled off my shirt, shoes, and shorts, eyes locked on the thing which might take my dick from me before the evening was through.
 
 "Come on now, no dawdling." Kat stated, giving me a slap on my now bare rump. "Get into position."
 
 I breathed in a shuddering breath, much to my girlfriend's obvious amusement, and obeyed. The position required for The Machine was fairly simple. My hands and feet were bound up and together around a thick, sturdy pole behind me. My weight was supported by my bent knees, on a high padded stool just behind The Machine. It wasn't a particularly comfortable position, having my limbs bound and my chest, torso, and hips thrust out so, but there wasn't any point in complaining about it now.
 
 As Kat grabbed my traitorously erect cock and guided it across the mini-guillotine's bottom lunet, Cora climbed up onto the stool and slipped a big red ball-gag into my mouth. Then, while my girlfriend secured the gag around my head, Kat poked and prodded my balls through the guillotine as well. Several more tugs on my manhood ensured that the entire thing, all the way down to the base, was now fully imperiled by the device. Then the upper lunet was slid into place, locking my whole package into position beneath the hanging, evily glinting steel blade.
 
 "Perfect!" Cora exclaimed, after kissing my cheek and jumping down. "This is going to be so much fun!"
 
 "Yes, this will be fine prize for the girls to compete for tonight." Kat nodded, with a satisfied smile as she bounced my manhood in her hands. "All that's left to do is zero the scale, set the random weight, and disengage the safeties."
 
 The amount of weight that it would take to activate The Machine's guillotine was randomized before every party. Just how much downward pressure it would take to trigger the wicked device was kept hidden from everyone, including the poor guy who was risking everything. Ten kilograms, one kilogram, even just one gram..? No one knew what it would take, or when The Machine might extract its pound of flesh from its victim.. which was a big part of the reason why all the girls found the whole thing so exciting.
 
 "Alright!" my girlfriend crowed, before darting into another room further inside the building.
 
 She returned a few moments later with a bottle of cold beer in each hand. She handed one of them to Kat, and they both twisted the tops off and took a swig at the same time. They sighed appreciatively as the cool liquid wet their throats. Then the taller girl leaned in and pressed a pair of buttons on the scale, making the thing beep twice.
 
 "Scale is zeroed and randomized." she reported, before flicking a heavy switch on the side of the metal frame of the guillotine. "And the blade's safeties are withdrawn!"
 
 There was a solid sounding "clack!" and small tremor from within the device, which I couldn't help but gulp around my gag at. Now there was nothing between my cock and the guillotine's sharp blade but the numbers on the scale.
 
 "Want to do the honors?" Kat asked, motioning towards my girlfriend.
 
 I sent her a pleading look, which she promptly ignored.
 
 "Sure do!" Cora replied, practically jumping in place with excitement.
 
 My girlfriend took the bottle cap in her hand, which had come from her freshly opened bottle of beer, and cheerfully tossed it into the clear, rectangular plastic funnel that was directly over the scale. The little crinkly edged disc of metal clattered as it bounced a few times back and forth in the funnel, before it finally slid down through the long center slot. The bottle cap hit the metal surface of the scale with a loud "Clink!", rolled a few times, then flopped over and settled on its side. The digital readout on the scale blinked for a moment, then settled on a number in bright red digits: 0.0022 kg.
 
 My girlfriend then looked from the scale to the guillotine, with an eagerly hopeful expression on her face. After another moment had passed, she sighed and snapped her fingers.
 
 "Shoot. Maybe next time."
 
 "It would have been pretty anticlimactic if you'd won the door prize with the first cap, even before the party has properly begun." Kat chuckled, shaking her head. "My hope is that he lasts until at least nine o'clock. The anticipation is half the fun!"
 
 Left unsaid by the attractive brunette was the fact that the other half of the fun was some guy (me, this particular night) getting his dick chopped off. Kat then casually flicked her own bottle cap into the funnel, idly watching as it tumbled down and fell onto the scale.
 
 "Clink!" went the cap, and 0.0045 kg read the scale. Thankfully, this new, higher number produced a similar lack of reaction from the guillotine. Despite her own words, Kat herself looked a little disappointed with this result, before she smiled wryly and looked away.
 
 "Want to get some food?" she asked my girlfriend. "There's some great dip you should try before everyone else gets here, because I think it'll go fast when they do."
 
 "Sure, I'm starved." my girlfriend replied, patting her stomach before swishing her bottle of beer back and forth. "I need to get some food in me if I don't want this to affect me too much."
 
 They both turned, leaving me hanging from the post and kneeling at the mercy of The Machine in front of me. Just before they left the entrance hallway though, Cora turned to look at me over her shoulder.
 
 "Good luck, Jeremy!" she called, her eyes alight with amusement and excitement. "I think you're going to need it!"
 
 --3--
 
 My girlfriend was undoubtedly right, because a LOT of people were coming to the party. Not surprising, considering that Finals were done with and the semester was now basically over. Everyone wanted to just decompress and have fun. I got to see each new member as they arrived, since The Machine was set up right in the entryway of the Frat house. While the guys who laid eyes on me had a mix of expressions, generally ranging from sympathetic to "better you than me", most of the girls all had the exact same reaction: excitement mixed with arousal.
 
 As soon as a newly arriving sorority sister would see my bound form and helpless, vulnerable manhood, her eyes would widen and dilate, her cheeks would flush, and a naughty grin would form on her face. Many fondled me as they passed through the entryway, squeezing my cock and balls like they would a piece of fruit in the market, before going on to join the rest of the party.
 
 Inevitably, the girls would all return within a few minutes with a freshly opened bottle of beer in hand. They would then add their bottle cap to the slowly growing pile atop The Machine's scale. Each one had a hopeful look in their eye as they did so, and it was unnerving me to see so many cute young college girls actively hoping to benefit from and even be the cause of my total emasculation.
 
 In short, the girls of the sorority wanted my dick, and they wanted it bad.
 
 Thankfully, they had all gone away disappointed so far. Not that that fact was stopping my heart from lurching in my chest with each new "Clink!" of a falling bottle cap. Indeed, I was panting heavily and in a state of perpetual arousal and panic, wide eyed with fear yet still rigidly erect as I silently pleaded with each girl who came by (or came back) to try their luck.
 
 Perhaps worst of all was the amount of girls who knew me personally, yet still played along with the game anyway. I'd hoped that since they were my classmates, they might cut me some slack. However, it seemed like the girls most eager to see me get the chop were the also the ones who had spent the most time with me this year.
 
 "Hey, Jeremy!" called out one beautiful girl, as she tossed a pair of caps into the funnel. "I'd ask how it's hanging, but I think it's pretty obvious already!"
 
 The girl in question was a sophomore named Portia. She was a rather tall, athletic girl of mixed European and African descent, who played for the college's Lacrosse team. She had rather striking features, with high cheekbones and tightly curled hair that tended to frizz.. which she often kept under control by finely braiding. She shared a few classes with Coral and I, and was an energetic young woman who was generally quite fun to be around and work with in groups.
 
 Now though, she was eyeing me up like I was nothing but a prime piece of meat, biting her lip as she gave my manhood a firm squeeze and tug.
 
 "Dang, that's a lot more than I thought you'd be packing. Nice!" she commented, before shrugging cheerfully when her additions to the pile didn't win her my flesh. "No luck, ah well.. Go ahead, Jas."
 
 Her friend Jasmine was in fairly stark contrast to Portia. Where Portia was tall, Jas was short. The freshman girl might have topped out at five feet even.. if she made sure to wear her shoes, that is. Portia's skin was a lovely caramel light brown, while Jasmine had what was probably the darkest skin I've ever seen on anyone. Portia was an afro-european blend, whereas Jas was apparently afro-indian. Her skin was so dark and smooth that it almost looked like black velvet.
 
 The young woman was quite petite and fine boned, even for her height. Her hair, unlike Portia's, seemed to combine the best traits of both sides of her ancestry. It tended toward perfect curly ringlets of pure ebony, which cascaded down around her slim shoulders. Personality wise, she was also a great deal less outgoing than her friend. Bookish and shy wouldn't have been an unfair characterization, emphasized by the way the girl usually seemed to hide behind her large, round glasses.
 
 Of course, she didn't seem quite so shy at the moment, given the way she was staring at and almost literally drooling over my erect cock and swollen, hanging balls.
 
 "Hey, you in there? Jas?" Portia asked, waving her hand before the other girl's face.
 
 "Oh, sorry!" the shorter girl exclaimed, jumping a bit. "I've just never.. er.. seen.."
 
 Her reply trailed off as her eyes returned to my trapped manhood.
 
 "Don't mind her." Portia pretend whispered in my direction, winking. "She's a bit innocent. This is her first party. I had to practically drag her out of that miniature library she calls a dorm room just to get her here."
 
 "I'm not.. not innocent!" Jas protested, though her words were belied by her rather heavy blush, which shone through even her naturally dark skin tone.
 
 "Well, drop your cap in and try your luck, then." Portia challenged, urging the short girl forward. "Though maybe you want to get a feel for what you might be winning, first?"
 
 "Oh my gosh.." Jas breathed, after tentatively taking my member in hand. "It's so warm and big, wow! Is he really risking it as the door prize..? That's crazy!"
 
 I couldn't help myself from groaning as the cute little frosh explored and toyed with my cock and balls. Her pink tongue was poking out slightly as she concentrated on my manhood, contrasting vividly with her soft, dark lips. If she kept it up much longer, I might even be able to come.
 
 "Ha!" Portia laughed. "Don't spend too much time with him, or he might pop off right in your face! You wouldn't want that, you would? He'd make a mess of your hair."
 
 "No, I suppose not.." Jas said, though she seemed a bit reluctant to leave off playing with me. "Okay, what do I do?"
 
 "Just put your bottle cap in the funnel here." Portia explained. "If your cap puts the scale over the weight limit, you win!"
 
 "What's the weight limit?" Jas asked, as she carefully held her cap between her thumb and forefinger, dangling it over the funnel. The girl was so short that she practically had to go on her tiptoes to reach far enough.
 
 "Nobody knows." Portia replied. "It's different each time, and kept a secret."
 
 "Huh. Well, here goes." Jas said, as she released her bottle cap.
 
 The little bit of metal dinked and clinked as it fell through the funnel and onto the the top of the pile. The scale's readout blinked, then changed from what it had been to a new, higher number: 0.4528 kg. After another moment, when nothing else happened, the short girl blinked and frowned.
 
 "Is that it?" she asked, turning toward her friend and sounding disappointed.
 
 "Yep, you didn't win. There's not enough weight yet." Portia answered, with another shrug.
 
 "Aww.. I'd gotten kind of excited about it." Jas pouted, before brightening back up. "But the weight limit is fixed, right?"
 
 "Yeah."
 
 "So that means each new cap has a better chance than the last one, 'cause the range between the amount already on the scale and whatever the limit might be is getting smaller.. right?" the girl pressed, looking rather insistent.
 
 "I suppose so."
 
 "Then I need another beer." Jas stated with a firm nod, before draining her half empty bottle.
 
 "Whoa, slow down girl!" Portia laughed, shaking her head. "We'll be lugging you to the hospital before the party's halfway done if you start off like that!"
 
 "Portia.." the tiny young woman said, eyes wide and serious, before she pointed dramatically at my cock. "..you don't understand. I need that dick!"
 
 Portia just laughed again, and pulled her friend into a hug.
 
 "Oh, honey.. if it's dick you need, then you're at the right place." she said. "There's going to be plenty to go around for everyone, especially once this party really starts to heat up. If you give yourself alcohol poisoning trying to chase after the door prize, then you're going to miss out on it. Come on, let's go get something to eat to balance out that beer."
 
 The short girl looked to be a mix between impatient, flustered, and excited as her friend led her out of the entrance way and back into the party proper. They left me behind, right where they'd found me, tied up and helpless and with my cock and balls still in dire peril.
 
 --4--
 
 The party kicked up into high gear not long after that. Most of the girls coming by to drop their caps into The Machine were now no longer newcomers, but repeat customers. And as the party goers grew more fervent, the drinking got more intense. What had been a relative trickle of a few caps per minute grew into a veritable torrent as the booze started flowing in earnest. Bottle cap after bottle cap was being dropped into the funnel by giggling, slightly tipsy girls, each of which was hoping to get a literal piece of me.
 
 So, I was in a bit of a state by the time my girlfriend wandered back around. She wasn't alone, either. Another one of our friends was following along behind her. Well, when I say "our" friend, I really mean Cora's friend. She and Emily had known each other since elementary school, actually. They even chose to attend the same college, although I think it may have been that Emily simply picked whatever school Coral did so that they could stay together.
 
 Why Emily did this was no mystery. She was a strict lesbian and rather heavily in love with her best friend. Coral knew and accepted this, even if she didn't quite reciprocate the same level of feelings. Still, it meant that even though we were amicable with each other, Emily couldn't help but see me as some form of competition for Cora's affection. All of which meant that she was not at all displeased to see me in my current predicament.
 
 "Well, well, well.." she purred, as she hugged my girlfriend from behind. "It looks like truth, justice, and love will prevail at last. The scruffy scoundrel that has so ensorcelled and bewitched my dear friend shall finally be laid low this night!"
 
 Cora only rolled her eyes at her friend's dramatics. Emily loved fantasy books and games, so she often spoke in imitation of the rather exaggerated prose she read. It was never very serious, she just had fun playing the part. She also often participated in the local table top game scene.. much to the consternation of the high school nerds who made up the majority of the local player base. Not because Emily was bad at it, no.. it was because she was Hot with a capital "H" and very distracting. The poor, awkward dice rolling boys and girls had a hard time thinking straight when they were even in the general vicinity of the beautiful young college student, let alone trying to do so when in the same small room with her.
 
 Coral is cute, and I absolutely adore her, but even she would probably be the first to admit that many people considered her friend to be by far the more attractive of the two. Elfin was, somewhat coincidentally, probably the best descriptor for Emily. The young woman was slender to the point of waifishness and of above average height, yet she wasn't so slim that she looked unhealthy. Rather, she just had a naturally narrow frame and the good sense to take advantage of it. She was also incredibly blonde, her hair a natural platinum color so fair and faint that it was almost clear. Her skin was similarly clear of any blemish, and pale as milk. Icy blue eyes capped off this vision of Nordic perfection, eyes that were narrow with ill disguised delight at my plight.
 
 "Hey, babe." my girlfriend greeted, even as she casually dumped a trio of bottle caps into The Machine's funnel. "Still hanging in there strong I see. The party's almost halfway over, so you're doing good. You might even make it to the end!"
 
 Cora's blase attitude about my potential fate made me want to protest, not that I actually could with the gag that she'd put in mouth. Emily seemed quite happy about her friend's lack of concern for me, and reached around to hand Cora a few more bottle caps of her own.
 
 "Here, try these. Maybe you'll get lucky." the slender girl said, giving me a rather savage grin from behind Coral's back, as she hugged the girl even more tightly.
 
 "Oh, thanks! I hope I do!" my girlfriend commented, either not noticing or not caring that her best friend was not so subtly groping her, before adding her new caps to the ever growing pile.
 
 "Dang, I guess not. Oh, well.." she sighed, when The Machine once again failed to unman me for her amusement. "..we can always try again later. See you, Jeremy."
 
 "Yeah.. be seeing you later, Jeremy." Emily echoed, although her tone and expression (a knowing, smug smirk) lent a rather more sinister tone to her farewell.
 
 I could only hope that she didn't come up with a way to put me out of the picture for good, as I know she'd love to do. Not that I think she actually could do anything like that. As far as I know, no one has ever been able to tamper with the results of The Machine. Well, not in recent years at least. Fraternity rumor has it that back when it first started to be used, there was no clear plastic funnel or housing covering the scale portion of the device. This apparently resulted in a few cases of girls literally putting their thumbs on the scale in order to force the odds to be in their favor. Possibly even more than a just few cases, although none of the organization's current leadership seems inclined to talk very much about such ancient history.
 
 Still, I could rest easy (or at least as easy as I could, given my situation) on that score. The funnel was only the top part of a full housing that completely enclosed the scale's weighing platter. No one could touch the scale through the clear, sturdy plastic, so my manhood was safe from any potential cheaters.. probably. I hoped.
 
 Of course, there was nothing really to stop someone from putting something besides bottle caps into the funnel. It might get the offending person censured by the Fraternity if discovered, and perhaps even kicked out.. but that would be cold comfort to the guy (me) who lost his manhood because of it. Nothing other than tradition (and probably a healthy fear of getting caught) protected my cock and balls from any random party goer just dumping a bunch of pennies or ball bearings into the funnel and then claiming my dick as their ill gotten prize.
 
 What fun thoughts a person has when they're utterly helpless, vulnerable, and surrounded by friends, classmates, and acquaintances who'd all love nothing more than to see that same person lose their junk, right?
 
 But honestly, even with the limitation of just bottle caps, the odds were still not really in my favor tonight. Assuming that the first bottle cap was about average, then each one weighed about 2.2 grams. That might not seem like very much at first, but there were probably more than a hundred people attending the party. And the party was scheduled to last from about six in the evening to about two o'clock at night. Even if everyone present only drank one beer an hour, that would still add up to at least eight hundred bottle caps.. and some attendees would doubtlessly drink far more than that.
 
 Rounding up to an even one thousand, that would mean that by the end of the night there could potentially be over two kilograms of bottle caps weighing down on The Machine's scale. Put in imperial terms, that's somewhere between four and five pounds. How lucky would I have to be to have a randomized weight limit higher than that..? Pretty damned lucky, I realized glumly.
 
 In a perfect world, the number of caps put into The Machine's funnel would be half that estimate of one thousand. Why? Because the guys in the party would toss their caps in the garbage. If the male members of the Frat all acted in solidarity, keeping their caps as far away from The Machine during parties as possible, then each would face much reduced odds when they inevitably took their own turn as a door prize. Naturally, in classic Prisoner's Dilemma fashion, every guy was instead looking out for his own interests first and foremost. All a girl had to do was flutter her eyelashes at one of the men of the Frat and he'd probably give up his caps in a heartbeat, in the hopes of having a better chance with her.
 
 I'd done the same thing at the parties I'd attended before tonight, so it wasn't like I could blame them much for doing it. It still didn't stop my heart from racing every time another girl with a handful of bottle caps dropped by, though.
 
 --5--
 
 Not much later, Jasmine found me again. The tiny girl was a bit flushed, obviously buzzed from the alcohol that she'd been drinking. She approached me slowly, with her eyes locked on my trapped manhood, licking her lips. She reached out and stroked my length a few times with one slim finger, then held up three bottle caps and dropped them into The Machine's funnel. She stared hopefully at the readout on the scale as the number on it jumped up slightly, then blew out a frustrated breath when nothing more happened.
 
 "Dang it!" she muttered, looking quite put out about the fact that my cock and balls were still stubbornly attached to my body. "I saved them up instead of using them right away so I'd have a better chance, and still nothing!"
 
 She was biting her lip now and breathing a little heavily as she drifted closer toward me. She was even gently rubbing her thighs together beneath her skirt.
 
 "Portia wandered off over an hour ago.. so how am I supposed to.. to find anyone who'll.." she complained, seemingly just talking to herself as she stared intently at my dick. Then her lips slightly parted, releasing a breathy sigh. "..or maybe.. maybe I could just..?"
 
 The petite, gorgeously dark-skinned girl then leaned forward and, after a final moment of hesitation, brushed her lips across the very tip of my cock. She was so short that it was practically on a level with her head already, so she didn't have to bend very far. Her lips then parted a little more, and she pushed her mouth completely over my cock head.
 
 She spent several moments like that, with the end of my member just resting inside of her small mouth, as if she wasn't quite sure what to do with it now that she had it where she wanted it. Finally, a curious little flicker of her tongue tickled the underside of my cock head, right along the sensitive frenulum. A little suckle came next, as she pursed her lips and slowly, oh so slowly dragged them back across the surface of my glans. Her gaze rose to meet mine as she did this, her large, dark, innocent eyes heavy lidded with arousal and lust, sparking something deep within me.
 
 Her actions were fairly small, almost innocuous compared to the amount of teasing and squeezing that my manhood had endured over the past few hours.. but they were apparently the straw that was going to break the camel's back. I gasped and bucked within my restraints, because all of a sudden my body was making it known that I needed to come, and that I needed to do it right god damned now! All of the fear and terror and excitement and arousal that I had been experiencing for the past four hours came to a head at once, and it felt like I was about to have the most powerful orgasm of my entire life. And I was going to do it in this adorable little freshman's soft, warm mouth.. hell, I might even drown the poor girl with the amount of cum that it felt like I was about to pump out.
 
 Or at least I would have, if her fucking friend hadn't chosen that moment to reappear and interrupt things!
 
 "Ha ha! Damn girl, you're not actually supposed to make him jizz!" Portia laughed, startling Jasmine upright and away from my throbbing, seconds-away-from-orgasm dick. "Bad form, Jas! The door prize has to go without until the end of the party."
 
 The shorter girl, panting and bit wide eyed, looked at her friend for a few moments, then frowned.
 
 "Well, where's that rule written at, then?" she asked, folding her arms mutinously and sounding quite cross at having been interrupted.
 
 Not nearly as cross as I was, though. I was still trying to wriggle in place, desperately hoping to prevent my impending orgasm from stalling and dying before it truly had a chance to live. Needless to say, I wasn't having much luck.
 
 "It's an unwritten one. Most girls don't need it explained to them." Portia replied, rolling her eyes. "Why were you playing with him anyway? There's lots of other guys around, ones who can give back as good as they get, rather than just wiggle around pathetically."
 
 The taller girl gestured dismissively towards me as she said this last, just in case her meaning wasn't clear enough.
 
 "Arg! You left me!" Jasmine complained, stamping one of her cute little feet grumpily. "How am I supposed to get a guy to do.. do that with me anyway? Just walk up and ask him!?"
 
 "Well, yeah.. pretty much." Portia agreed, shrugging reasonably.
 
 "Oh my god, I couldn't just say that to a stranger! I hardly know anyone here besides you!" Jasmine retorted, pulling at her cheeks and looking aghast. "I need your help! You said you would too, so where were you?"
 
 "Oh, well.. Tad arrived a little while ago." Portia answered, suddenly sporting a bit of a goofy, satisfied grin. "I had to make sure to welcome him to the party properly, you know?"
 
 Indeed, I'd seen Tad pass by me about an hour prior. It's hard to miss a man that has to duck to walk through most doorways. He'd given me a sympathetic look, shot me some finger guns, then told me "Good luck, buddy." What a guy. It'd be easy to hate him if he wasn't so darned nice.
 
 "You know Tad?" Jas asked, blinking in surprise at this news.
 
 "Sure. We work out together sometimes.. not that I could keep up with him, really. Hell, I can barely spot for him, he lifts so much weight." Portia replied, nodding. "Why do you ask? Want me to introduce you to him?"
 
 "Um, well.. yes?" Jasmine responded, suddenly looking a bit hesitant. "He's.. he's very handsome, isn't he?"
 
 "Girl, you are aiming high!" Portia replied, laughing and hugging her friend to her side. "But don't you think someone like Tad might be a bit much for your first time?"
 
 "My.. my first time? I didn't actually think he'd want to.. I mean, I just wanted to meet him." the shorter girl stammered, suddenly rather flustered. "Unless.. unless you think he might want to..? But he's so big! Do you think we'd actually be able to.. I mean, would it even fit? He's SO big!"
 
 "I can introduce you. And if you keep acting like that, I can almost guarantee that he'll give you a great first time.." Portia reassured, pulling her friend along with her back toward the rest of the party. "..although you might be a bit sore tomorrow.. and the next day. And possibly the day after that, too. It'll be worth it, though. Trust me."
 
 "Wait.. act like what?" Jas asked, frowning.
 
 "Exactly." Portia replied, laughing again.
 
 "Hey, act like what?" Jasmine insisted loudly.
 
 "Innocent. Guys love it."
 
 "I'm not innocent!"
 
 "Okay. Sure." Portia said, rolling her eyes. "C'mon, let's go meet Tad."
 
 --6--
 
 Losing the orgasm that felt like it was going to be the best of my life was.. rough. My entire manhood was feeling rather sore after having been constantly erect for hours on end, only to then be so thoroughly blue balled. Which meant that my poor dick had finally gone limp, despite the efforts of the last few girls who had dropped caps into The Machine to try to perk it back up. I wasn't in a particularly good mood, honestly, and it only got worse when I saw my girlfriend make another appearance.
 
 She was flushed, sweaty, and disheveled. She looked, quite frankly, like she'd just gotten fucked. This fact did not make me any happier.
 
 "Oh, don't give me that look." Cora said, rolling her eyes as she took in my narrow-eyed glare. "I only let Emily lick me out a few times. You can't blame me for being a bit pent up, what with you being busy out here."
 
 I raised one eyebrow skeptically at this news. Honestly, the idea of Emily and my girlfriend together was not an entirely unwelcome one. Now I was just unhappy that I'd missed seeing it for myself.
 
 "It's totally not cheating if it's with her. That's a rule, right? Right." Cora continued, nodding as she saw my expression grudgingly relax. "Welp, here goes nothing!"
 
 Then she dumped what must have been a dozen or more bottle caps into the funnel, nearly stopping my breath in my chest.
 
 "Come on, come on.." my girlfriend chanted under her breath, as bottle caps clattered down onto the scale and The Machine calculated whether or not she'd added enough weight to emasculate me.
 
 "Dang!" she puffed out a few moments later, blowing some of her mussed up hair out of her face. "What's it going to take, huh?"
 
 Hopefully much, much more weight, in my rather biased opinion. Not that anyone else at the party seemed to care about my thoughts on the matter very much.
 
 "Well, I suppose it's for the best. It'd be a bit sad to take your dick when it's looking as pathetic as this." Cora commented, as she idly toyed with my semi-flaccid penis. "Not that excited about the party anymore, huh? Well, maybe this will change your mind.."
 
 "I'm going to go back downstairs, and then I'm going to spend the rest of the night returning the favor to Emily." my girlfriend whispered confidentially, leaning in close to me. "And anyone at this party who wants to watch me do it? They totally can.. well, anyone except for you, of course. You'll just have to imagine it. My tongue slowly licking Emily's pale, perfect little pussy. All. Night. Long."
 
 Then the cheeky minx stuck said tongue out at me, booped my rapidly swelling dick one last time, and turned to leave.
 
 "Make sure to have that thing nice and hard for me when I come back!" she called out without looking back at me. "I want it big, fat, and juicy when I finally win it!"
 
 --7--
 
 The next few hours were.. difficult. Which was putting things rather mildly. My manhood was aching, pent up and throbbing due to my dirty tease of a girlfriend's parting words. The constant flow of increasingly inebriated college girls giving it a quick tickle or kiss kept me in that agonizingly aroused state too.
 
 The flow of bottle caps into The Machine continued as well, each new "Clink!" sending yet another thrill of fear through me. One might think that I'd eventually grow accustomed to the danger my manhood was in, but that just didn't happen. Every time a falling cap failed to win my flesh for the girl who had dropped it in, the odds were just increased that much more for the next girl with a cap in her hand. Eventually, one would activate The Machine's guillotine. And so, the longer I went without losing my cock and balls, the more danger they were actually in.. a fact that I found impossible to ignore.
 
 With still another hour left until the party's official end time of two o'clock, I had grown quite frantic. My muffled protests and impassioned eye pleading were failing to win me even an ounce of pity from the girls at the party. Instead, it seemed like the more drunk they got, the less restrained they all were in their obvious desire to win the door prize and see my poor manhood removed.
 
 "Oh, good. It's still here." said Jasmine, when she eventually stumbled back into view.
 
 The tiny girl was naked from the waist down, and her sex was red and puffy from obvious recent use. Whether her trouble walking was due more to her freshly fucked status, or merely caused by alcohol consumption, I couldn't tell. Probably it was a combination of both.
 
 "Dang.. Portia was right: I'm totally going to be sore in the morning!" the girl giggled happily, as she wavered along with one hand pressed against the wall. "So totally worth it, though.. Tad was incredible!"
 
 It seemed that Jasmine had taken the orgasm that she'd almost given me and gone and had it with Tad instead. Damn that stupid, sexy muscle bound brute!
 
 "Well, I already got one dick tonight." Jas said, as she finally made it over to me and started greedily pawing at my trapped penis with her small hands. "Let's see if I can't get a second one, too!"
 
 With that, she dropped another pair of caps into The Machine's funnel.. and then groaned when she yet again failed to win me.
 
 "Aghh.. what's it going to take, dang it!" she cried, unknowingly echoing my girlfriend's words from earlier.
 
 "Probably something like this." said a new voice from behind the short girl.
 
 Emily made herself known then, stepping forward and holding a bundle of cloth in her hands. She was in a similar state of undress as Jasmine, sporting only a skimpy pair of panties and nothing else. Her pale breasts were small but extremely pert, and her rosy nipples were perked up and out quite proudly. She nudged the surprised shorter girl gently aside, then stepped in front of the machine.
 
 "What's that?" Jas asked curiously.
 
 Emily shook her burden so that it gave off a cheery metal jingle, making my blood run cold with sudden, horrified realization.
 
 "Guess!" Emily exclaimed, before flipping open the shirt that she was using as a makeshift sack.
 
 She revealed dozens, perhaps even hundreds, of bottle caps that glittered merrily in the light.
 
 "Whoaah! So many!" Jasmine exclaimed. "Where'd you get them all!?"
 
 "Begged, borrowed, and outright stole them from the guys downstairs." Emily stated proudly. "Not that many of them even noticed me doing it. Everyone's too busy fucking down there to pay much attention to anything else right now. I think about a quarter of these are from Tad's pile alone."
 
 "You can do that!?" Jas asked. "I thought that you had to just use your own!"
 
 "Where on earth did you get a silly idea like that?" Emily retorted, amused. "The only thing that matters is if the bottle caps came from tonight's party."
 
 "Jeez.. now I feel extra dumb." Jas pouted, before brightening up hopefully. "Hey, can I have a few?"
 
 "Nope!"
 
 "Aww.."
 
 "Sorry cutie, but I've got plans for these."
 
 Emily only chuckled as Jas blushed prettily, before her attention shifted toward me. She leaned in close, her eyes narrowing as she regarded me with a predatory gaze.
 
 "Coral is utterly wasted on you, Jeremy." she stated, her voice coldly amused as she stared straight into my eyes.
 
 "So, this is what's going to happen now: I'm going to dump all these bottle caps into The Machine and win the door prize. Your silly dick is then going to get lopped off, right into my waiting hands. After that, I'm going to take it and throw it into the nearest trash can, which is exactly where it belongs."
 
 "And last, but certainly not least, I'm going to steal your girlfriend from you." the blonde girl said, grinning victoriously as her eyes flashed dangerously. "I'm not going to lose Coral to some dumb Frat boy like you!"
 
 "Ooh, wow!" Jas squeaked out, eyes wide at the unfolding drama. "You go, girl!"
 
 Emily chuckled throatily at the shorter girl's show of support, and again at the shocked look on my face. Then she unceremoniously upended her sack and started pouring out bottle caps.
 
 They clattered and clinked against each other as they tumbled down through the funnel and onto the scale. Fifty of them? Or perhaps a hundred? Or a hundred and fifty, or even more? I had no way to tell. I only knew that my odds of surviving the night as a whole man were drastically decreasing with every passing second and falling bottle cap.
 
 "Alright, here we go!" Emily crowed, her eyes flicking down to the scale's readout after she'd finally emptied out her shirt.
 
 The readout blanked for several moments, before eventually producing the new total weight: 2.1573 kg. Emily waited expectantly for a few seconds, as my heart hammered in my chest so hard that it felt like it might burst, before her shoulders slumped in defeat.
 
 "Seriously?" the blonde girl groaned, as her ploy to separate Cora from me failed before it even really began. "Seriously!? That's soo unfair!"
 
 "There, there." Jas said, patting Emily comfortingly on the shoulder. "I'm sure someone will win before the party is over. There's still an hour or so left, and the odds of it happening just keep getting better and better. You'll get your friend back, don't worry!"
 
 Somehow, I had become the bad guy of the situation, simply by daring to have both a penis and a girlfriend at the same time, but I guess that this was just my life now. Honestly, I was so surprised to still have my dick after Emily's stunt that I was practically sobbing tears of relief.
 
 "Thanks." Emily said, her pale lips quirking back up into a small smile. "Hey, what's your name, anyway?"
 
 "Jasmine."
 
 "Jasmine. That's a pretty name." Emily said, turning to face the girl. "You know, I do actually have one last cap I saved back.. if you wanted to try your luck with it."
 
 She showed her palm, upon which sat a single bottle cap.
 
 "Really? Thanks!" Jas exclaimed excitedly.
 
 "It's going to cost you something, though."
 
 "It will? What?"
 
 "A kiss."
 
 "A.. a kiss?" Jasmine stuttered in reply. "I.. er.. That is, I.."
 
 Emily didn't hesitate, and bent down to press her pale lips against the shorter girl's much darker ones. Jasmine squeaked in surprise, flapping her hands frantically for a moment, before she finally relaxed and leaned into the kiss with a sensual moan. Naturally, Emily took advantage of this to cop a feel of the other girl's bare bottom. For a few moments, light and dark were one, and it was beautiful.
 
 "Whoa.. wow!" Jasmine breathed, when Emily finally released the tiny girl from her grasp. "I didn't know girl kisses could be so nice!"
 
 The little freshman was quite flushed, and stared up into Emily's face with wide, guileless eyes.
 
 "They're the best type of kiss." Emily replied with a little laugh. "Here's your cap. Good luck!"
 
 "Th-thanks!" Jas exclaimed, beaming up at her new friend. "Here I go!"
 
 She tossed the bottle cap into the funnel, and it slid down onto the pile atop the scale with yet another "Clink!", making my heart lurch. The scale blanked, then changed to 2.1595 kg. The girl then stared at my manhood for a few moments, holding her breath hopefully. When nothing happened, she let it out with a frustrated sigh.
 
 "I suppose I shouldn't be surprised." she said, kicking the carpet forlornly with one small, bare foot. "Oh, well. The party's not quite over yet. We may as well go back in."
 
 "Hungry?" Emily asked.
 
 "After Tad? Heck yeah, I'm famished!"
 
 With that, the two nearly nude girls turned and walked off. Their backsides flexed prettily as they left. The pleasing sight was cold comfort to me, stuck as I was: still waiting beneath the guillotine's blade.
 
 --8--
 
 Finally, the party began to near its end. Those that could still move under their own power started trickling out of the Frat house. They walked past me as I hung there in the entry hall, heading back to their dorm rooms or apartments. While a welcome sign, this didn't mean that my manhood was out of the woods just yet.
 
 Emily's trick of offloading a whole pile of bottle caps all at once was replicated quite a few more times by other girls as they were leaving the party. Thankfully none of them managed to match the sheer size of the cap deposit that Emily'd made, but quantity was a quality all of its own. Caps by the hand-full, cup-full, hat-full, and even bra-full made their way into the funnel of The Machine, steadily increasing the amount of weight on the scale.
 
 My anxiety was growing rapidly, right along with the red glowing numbers on the readout. Indeed, I was in such a high-strung state that my whole body clenched up in fear when the display finally ticked over the three kilogram mark. I was convinced that the round number would be my doom, but even then the guillotine's blade refused to fall.. much to the disappointment of the girl whose contribution of caps had ushered in the new leading digit.
 
 At the fifteen minute mark, a sudden flood of caps and exodus of people occurred. Apparently Kathrine had begun circulating throughout the house, letting people know that the party was almost over and that the bar would be closing down soon. Naturally, this lead to a lot of the Frat members grabbing one last beer (or maybe two or three) while they still could. This resulted in a deluge of fresh caps pouring into The Machine, even as the party began to seriously dwindle in size for the first time.
 
 Finally, with about five minutes left until two o'clock and most of the party goers gone, my girlfriend returned. She was looking quite happy and more than a little blitzed, obviously pleased with how her night had gone. Emily was with her, of course. The lesbian girl wasn't quite as bad off as Cora, but she still had a rather pretty rosy flush coloring her pale features. She seemed to be a mixture of smug, probably due to how much alone time she'd been able to spend with her best friend, and disappointed, since the night was almost over and I still had my dick.
 
 "Jeremy! You made it!" Cora exclaimed, giving me a wide, sloppy smile as she crudely groped my erect member several times. "I totally didn't think you would!"
 
 "Yes.. he's been very fortunate." Kathrine agreed, as she too made her way into the entrance way. "The odds are usually pretty good that someone will win the door prize during the last party of the semester, since almost everyone in the Frat shows up for it."
 
 "What are the oddsh.. odds of the prize being won?" asked Jasmine, as she arrived with Portia at her side.
 
 The tiny girl was swaying a little and leaning on her friend, obviously feeling the effects of the party and the alcohol that she'd been imbibing. She was carrying an unopened beer in one hand, and a fistful of caps in the other. In contrast, Kat was the very picture of self control and sobriety. Apparently running around organizing a party for over a hundred people left her with very little time to actually enjoy it for herself. Portia too seemed fairly well off.
 
 "We aim to have a roughly fifty/fifty win/lose ratio over the course of each semester. Unfortunately, we can't bump it up much higher than that because the boys might wise up and stop participating." Kathrine replied, tilting one hand back and forth. "Though individual parties during the year might have greater or lesser odds, depending on how well attended they are and on how much everyone drinks."
 
 "What.. what were the odds for this party, then?" Jasmine asked, as she played with her small handful of bottle caps. "I mean, compared to any other one?"
 
 "Generally, the last party of the semester is the biggest, so they've historically averaged about a ninety percent door prize win rate. Jeremy here is very, very fortunate to have beaten the odds." Kat explained, even as she made a bottle cap of her own dance between her fingers. "The party just before the final exams, for comparison, has a win rate of only twenty percent or so. Tad was rather lucky to have taken his turn as a prize when he did."
 
 "Yeah, "Lucky"." Portia said, with an amused snort as she made quoting motions with her fingers. "Like you were going to let a prime stud like him get snipped if you could help it."
 
 "Shh.." Kat shushed in reply, but still giving a less than subtle grin and wink at the same time. "Rumors of bias surrounding the placement order for door prizes are greatly exaggerated."
 
 "Well, I've still got some caps, and the party's not over yet." Jasmine declared, while shaking her head in an attempt to try to clear some of the booze induced cobwebs. "I don't care what the odds are, I'm going to win!"
 
 Everyone looked up at the clock at this, which still showed several minutes until the party's official end.
 
 "Go for it, Jas!" Portia encouraged, grinning down at her friend and handing her another pair of caps. "Take mine, too. Get that dick!"
 
 "Yer.. yer the best, Porti!" the tiny young drunk woman exclaimed, giving her friend a hug before stumbling over towards me and The Machine.
 
 She held out her handful of bottle caps, breathing heavily from a mixture of excitement and intoxication, then dropped them in. They clattered and rolled down the funnel, landing atop the enormous, inches deep pile of caps on the scale. The scale's readout went blank as it spent a heartbeat calculating. My own heart was in my throat. I wouldn't lose, not this close to the deadline.. right?
 
 The scale's readout blinked, and the new, updated weight appeared: 3.1002 kg.. and then nothing else happened.
 
 "Sorry, hun." Portia sighed, patting Jas on the shoulder. "Better luck next ti.."
 
 "I'm not done!" Jas shouted suddenly. "I knew this would happy, I mean happen! I came prepared fer it!"
 
 With that, she twisted the top off of her beer, upended it, and then chugged the whole thing down in one go.
 
 "Should.. should we stop her?" Emily asked, blinking skeptically at the tiny girl as she slurped down the booze greedily.
 
 "Probably." Kathrine replied with a put-upon sigh, rolling her eyes. "There's always one at every party, I swear.."
 
 "Pah!" Jas gasped, as she finished off her brew and tossed the empty bottle aside. "There, one more bobble cap! The winnin' one!"
 
 She slammed the cap down into The Machine, watched the counter tick up to 3.1024 kg, and then wailed in disbelief when she once again failed to win my flesh.
 
 "Noo! It's not fair!" she cried, stamping her feet. "I want that dick soo bad! I'm.. I gotta win, and I'm gonna.. 'cause I've got anoder one!"
 
 She fished out yet another beer from her small, light blouse. How she'd managed to hide one in there, I couldn't tell, but she seemed just as intent on chugging it down as she had the first.
 
 "Nnnope!" Kathrine firmly denied, reaching out to pluck the unopened bottle from Jasmine's fumbling grip. "That's it, you're done for the night."
 
 "Heyyy! Thash mine!"
 
 "Jasmine.. come on, girl. It's time to stop." Portia stated, reaching out to keep her small friend from falling over due to her inebriation and indignation.
 
 "But.. but.." the young woman protested, before bursting into tears. "But I really want that diiiick.."
 
 "It's okay, honey. You can win one next time." Portia soothed, as she gathered the sobbing girl in her arms. "There will be plenty more chances next semester. We aren't going to run out of dicks any time soon."
 
 "But I wanted thaaat one." the girl cried, before burying her face into her friend's chest.
 
 "..One every party." Kat sighed, before turning to my girlfriend. "I take it that you want to put yours in last?"
 
 Cora, who had been watching the goings on with an air of drunken bemusement, just nodded her head.
 
 "Very well, then." Kat replied, before calmly flicking her bottle cap into the funnel.
 
 The brunette's eyes found mine as her cap fell to the scale, her gaze heavy lidded with lazily predatory intent. She didn't even look away to see what number would be reported as the new weight. Instead, she just let a small smile quirk up one corner of her mouth, as we both waited to see if The Machine would take my manhood on her behalf.
 
 I let out a relieved groan a moment later, when it didn't.
 
 "Luck of the devil.." Kathrine breathed out, shaking her head.
 
 She didn't sound nearly as disappointed as Jasmine had been. Honestly, her tone was more amused than anything else.
 
 "See? You wouldn't have won anyway, sweetie." Portia murmured softly to her still quietly crying friend. "It was for the best."
 
 "Okay. There's only about a minute and a half left." Kat stated, after looking up at the clock again. "If you're going to drop your bottle caps in, now's the time Coral."
 
 My girlfriend looked up at me, then bit her lip and grinned lasciviously.
 
 "Oh, babe.. I don't even know if I want to win anymore." she drawled, as she slowly approached my bound body. "As much as I'd love it if it happened, I am in some dire need of dick after all the excitement tonight. And I think I'd prefer getting it from you."
 
 Emily made a face at this pronouncement, obviously unhappy that her oral efforts weren't quite enough to fully satisfy my girlfriend's sexual needs.
 
 "But I guess we'll just have to see what happens, won't we..?" Cora whispered to me, before carefully reaching out and dropping her last caps into the funnel.
 
 The bottle caps clattered down, and the scale's display blanked for a long, long moment.. before finally printing out 3.1271 kg.
 
 A heartbeat passed, as everyone stared intently at The Machine, waiting to see if it would activate.
 
 I let out a relieved sob when it didn't. I shook and jerked in reaction as all of the tension that had built up over the course of the past eight hours evaporated in an instant from my stiff, restrained body. My cock bobbed as the sudden emotional release nearly made me orgasm, right there in front of all the girls, without even needing to be touched.
 
 I had made it!
 
 --9--
 
 The party was as good as over. There was barely more than thirty seconds until two o'clock, and not a single bottle cap in sight. I was safe. My poor, throbbing cock and sore, aching balls were safe.
 
 "Jeremy.." my girlfriend stated, her eyes alight with desire even as she shook her head. "..I am going to fuck you SO hard when we get home. You have NO idea."
 
 Cora was so keyed up that she swiped Jasmine's unopened beer from right out of Kat's hands. She popped its top off and took a hearty swig, which did nothing to quench the flames of lust flickering in her gaze.
 
 "Gonna. Fuck. You. So. Hard!" she sang, drunkenly bobbing her head as she stared greedily at my erect member.
 
 Behind her, Emily was looking quite put out.. and by quite put out, I mean a little bit murderous. Her sour, flinty gaze swept back and forth between Cora and I, before her eyes suddenly widened. She darted a quick look up at the clock, then nudged her friend and whispered into her ear. My girlfriend turned slightly to listen, then blinked in surprise and looked down at her hand..
 
 ..the hand that was holding the bottle cap that she'd just removed from her beer.
 
 My heart froze in my chest. No, it was supposed to be over!
 
 "Go on!" Emily urged, no longer bothering to whisper.
 
 Cora gazed down at the bottle cap for a moment, then smiled and shrugged.
 
 "What the hell. Why not?" she laughed, before casually tossing it toward the device that was still holding my manhood hostage for another few seconds.
 
 Like all the others before it, the bottle cap clattered as it rattled its way down the funnel, before landing atop the thick pile of its predecessors with a sharp "Clink!". It was, comparatively speaking, just one more drop in the bucket.. surely this one last cap, one out of hundreds and hundreds, wouldn't make any difference. Surely, right?
 
 The scale blanked for a moment, just like it had every other time that weight had been added to it, and then revealed the new, final total: 3.1294 kg, in ruby red numerals..
 
 ..numerals which, a moment later, turned from red into a bright, blinking, cheerful green.
 
 "Oh my god.." my girlfriend gasped, her mouth falling open.
 
 A soft tremor accompanied the activation of The Machine. A bell buried somewhere within the device rang out loudly, announcing to everyone still left at the party that the door prize had just been won.
 
 DING!
 
 "Oh. My. God." Portia exclaimed, laughing with delight. "You did it!"
 
 DING!
 
 "Fuck, Yes!" Emily shouted gleefully, pumping her fists triumphantly. "Justice and love prevail!"
 
 DING!
 
 "She won? With my beer!?" Jasmine cried out, looking astonished.. and maybe more than a little jealous, too.
 
 DING!
 
 "Looks like someone's luck finally.." Kathrine quipped, before snapping the fingers of one hand and pointing it at me "..ran out!"
 
 "Did you practice that line before hand?"
 
 "You can't prove that." Kat replied loftily, trying to hide a grin.
 
 No! No, no, no! Four times the bell rang out, alerting the entire Frat house as to what was about to occur. Four times it tolled.. tolled for me. Specifically, it tolled for my manhood. And it wasn't fair at all! I'd made it, damn it.
 
 A clicking began emanating from The Machine, as if some piece of heavy clockwork machinery was being slowly wound up. It lasted for several long seconds, seconds in which I struggled fruitlessly and begged, pleaded, and sobbed through my gag for mercy from the girls surrounding me.
 
 I may as well not have bothered, because they completely ignored me. All eyes were upon my manhood, their attention fixed on my flesh as they waited with bated breath for the moment that it would be separated from me forever.
 
 "How.. how long is thish going to take?" Jas asked curiously.
 
 The miniature guillotine, which had been looming in my mind and over my cock and balls for the entire night, activated with a "SNAP!". The spring loaded blade shot downward along its rails and slammed through my helpless manhood, shearing my pride and joy from my body in an instant. My newly severed flesh practically leapt out and away from me, and my girlfriend barely managed to catch it before it fell to the floor.
 
 "About that long." Kathrine said, sounding rather pleased about what had just happened.
 
 Coral held my cock and balls in her hands, her mouth open in a perfect "O" of surprise and shock. Behind her, Emily was grinning from ear to ear, obviously ecstatic at this turn of events.
 
 A loud rumble of feet preceded the arrival of everyone still at the Party. There was only a small fraction of them left, which was still more than enough to crowd the Frat house's entryway.
 
 "What happened? Who won!?" called out several people, as all the new arrivals peered around to try to get a glimpse of the winner and her prize. Many of them, especially the girls, ogled my nude, newly emasculated body with amusement and glee.
 
 "Everyone. Everyone! Quiet please!" Kathrine called out, trying to calm the crowd.
 
 It took a few tries, since nearly all of them were rather drunk and highly excited.
 
 "Coral won the door prize!" Kat finally announced, once enough people had quieted down. "And she did it with less than five seconds to spare! Let's give her a cheer for beating the deadline!"
 
 The whole crowd yelled happy congratulations to my girlfriend, who just stood there holding my manhood in her hands in apparent incredulity of her achievement. Slowly though, her expression shifted from disbelief into one of happy realization. She raised my cock and balls up into the air and pumped them triumphantly, much to everyone's delight.
 
 "She also won in spite of the highest randomized weight setting we've ever seen!" Kat shouted, a few moments later. "So she couldn't have done it without all of your help.. ya buncha drunks!"
 
 More cheerful yelling followed this pronouncement, before the crowd finally began to disperse back inside. Most of them were too far gone to make it home, so they obviously intended to stay at the Frat house overnight.
 
 --10--
 
 "Nice job, Coral." Portia exclaimed, once everyone but my girlfriend and the four other girls who'd witnessed my nullification had left. "Way to show your boyfriend who's boss, ha ha!"
 
 "Yes, quite excellent." Kat agreed. "It's always exciting when the door prize is won, but this one was particularly thrilling."
 
 "Can.. can I hold it?" Jasmine asked, her voice small and hesitant.
 
 "Sure, pass it around." Cora laughed, tossing my cock and balls to the shorter girl. "I know it pretty well already, after all."
 
 "Whoa.. it's still hard, and warm too!" Jasmine exclaimed, as she squeezed my severed flesh curiously..
 
 ..which was about when I realized that I could still feel what she was doing do it. What the heck?
 
 "How come there isn't any blood?" Jasmine asked, turning my manhood over and over in her small hands. "I exshpected it to just gush out, honestly. And for him to be yelling an' crying a lot more after losing it."
 
 And now I was realizing that the agony I'd been expecting to feel from my sudden amputation simply wasn't materializing. I'd thought that I'd been in shock, at first.. but it had been several minutes now and.. nothing. Not even a little twinge, aside from the normal pain of having my gonads be blue balled the entire night. And, I could still feel every little movement and examination that Jasmine was putting my detached cock and balls through.
 
 "Oh, that's easy. We replaced the original blade of the guillotine with a Q-knife blade years and years ago." Kat replied. "The Dean wasn't very happy about our Frat dragging freshly neutered, heavily bleeding guys down to the college clinic on a semi-regular basis. This was the compromise we settled on."
 
 I had not known about this fact at all. I had been expecting raw, red flesh and agony if my dick was won and guillotined, so this changed things dramatically. Cuts made with a Q-knife would seal back up if they were held together for a few moments. If my manhood had indeed been separated from me by one, which seemed to be the case, then it might be possible to reattach it! And even if not, my cock and balls would live on just as if they were still attached to me, because in a very real way they actually were.
 
 "So this dick.. it's still alive?" Jasmine asked, blinking as her alcohol soaked brain struggled to keep up.
 
 "Yep. Honestly, switching the blade types has worked out even better than we expected."
 
 "How sho?"
 
 "Well, there's only so many things you can do with a dick that's been cut off the normal way." Kathrine explained. "And you've got a limited amount of time to do them in before the thing starts to go bad. If you instead cut it off with a Q-knife, then you've got a lot more options."
 
 "Like what?"
 
 "Well, you can keep it as long as you want, for one. Use it as a toy, or a paper weight, or a squeeze ball, or a hood ornament.. or anything else you might want. Heck, find a friendly dog and use it to play fetch with, even." Kat listed off. "Or you could sell it off.. a nice set of cock and balls can fetch a couple of hundred dollars from the right buyer. Or, you could eat it. Or, you could even just throw it away.. and then laugh every time you remember that the silly boy it originally came from is going to have to feel everything that happens to it when it eventually gets compacted and taken to the dump.. and then incinerated or buried or whatever afterward."
 
 "Woow.. that all sounds fun." Jasmine replied, gripping my cock and balls excitedly.
 
 Honestly, most of that list sounded pretty horrible to me. Maybe I'd have been better off just losing my manhood outright, rather than letting a girl do any terrible thing she pleased to it. Which also made me realize that Emily's earlier threat to throw away my dick had been much more serious than I'd even known.
 
 "Oh, yes. Having your own cock to play with is tremendously fun." Kat agreed. "I can totally see why guys are so attached to them."
 
 "Ugh! That was terrible." Cora laughed, to groans of agreement from the other three girls. "No more dick puns!"
 
 "Do you have one? Did you win the door prize at one of these parties before?" Jas asked, looking at Kat curiously.
 
 "Yep. Twice, actually. I won my first early on in my freshman year, and my second late last year."
 
 "Coool! That givesh me hope, 'cause I totally still want one!" Jas said eagerly. "What did you do with them?"
 
 "Used the first one like crazy for the rest of the school year. It gave me a ton of great orgasms, let me tell you. Then once I got bored of it, I chucked it in a drawer. It's probably still there, since I haven't bothered checking on it since."
 
 "And the second?"
 
 "I took it home, gave it a good wash, stuffed it with mushrooms, and marinated it over night." Kat replied, a wistful smile forming on her face. "Then I grilled it up the next day for lunch."
 
 "You actually ate some guys cock and balls?" Jasmine asked, sounding shocked. "How.. how did it taste?"
 
 "Excellent."
 
 "Whoaa.." the smaller girl breathed, before she looked down at my manhood with a found new appreciation.
 
 "What.. what are you planning on doing with yours, Coral?" Jasmine asked, after reluctantly handing my manhood back over to my girlfriend. "Use it as a toy?"
 
 The tiny girl squirmed as she spoke, drunk enough that she made no effort to hide how arousing she found the idea of using a man's detached but still living cock as a sex toy.
 
 "Yeah, you could totally turn it into a strap on." Portia chimed in, grinning. "Maybe even give Jeremy a taste of his own medicine with it! Wouldn't that be funny."
 
 "She should just throw the silly little thing away." Emily suggested hopefully. "I mean, what good are they anyway?"
 
 "Well, Coral?" Kathrine asked, as everyone stared at my girlfriend expectantly. "What do you intend to do with your prize?"
 
 If I was lucky, she'd keep it around for at least a little while. Between Cora and her pretty friends, there were plenty of good uses for a cock like mine.. ones I could enjoy just as much as they would. I might even be able to persuade her to let me reattach it if she eventually got bored with it.
 
 "Oh, I'm totally going to eat this thing." Cora replied, without a shred of hesitation as she wiped a bit of saliva from one corner of her mouth.
 
 Or not. Damn.
 
 "Like, right now? Raw?" Jasmine asked, taken aback.
 
 "Oh yeah, right now. I've been hoping and looking forward to it all night. And I've already eaten it raw a hundred times already.. what's once more?" my girlfriend explained, as she peered down at my manhood with a hungry, feral sort of expression on her face.
 
 No! This was not the outcome I'd been hoping for! Unfortunately, just like with my emasculation itself, there was nothing I could do to prevent it from happening. My increased struggles and muffled cries did finally manage to attract my girlfriend's attention though, not that it seemed like it would do me much good, judging from her expression.
 
 "Oh, babe.. don't look so surprised. I told you before the party, didn't I? Told you what I would do if I won your dick?" Cora said, as she began breathing rather heavily. "I've always wanted to eat one, and now I get to!"
 
 Her breathing was coming in large gasps now, her full breasts and erect nipples showing clearly through her thin shirt as her chest heaved air in and out of her body.
 
 "I'm. Gonna. Gobble. You. Right. Up!" she declared in time with her breaths, before opening her mouth wide and pushing my cock in deep.
 
 "Yes! Do it!" Emily cheered, as she realized what Cora intended. "Chug that dick!"
 
 "Oh, my gosh!" Jas cried out, her eyes wide as she watched my girlfriend's ultimate deepthroat of my dick. "You're eating it whole!?"
 
 Cora barely slowed to taste me as my cock head slid across and then pushed past her warm, eager tongue. When the tip of my dick hit her throat, my girlfriend just tilted her head back and started gulping. Far too late, I realized that all of the times she'd swallowed me down to the hilt during fellatio had just been practice for this moment. I'd never have guessed that she'd have be able to do such a thing just from looking at her, but my girlfriend was proving once again that appearances can be deceiving. She easily gobbled down my entire cock.
 
 My manhood was quickly and completely buried in Cora's tight throat, all except for my balls. Those, she at least had to slow down a bit for. She let them rest, side by side, just inside of her mouth for a moment, as she paused briefly and seemed to gather herself. Finally, she rolled my testicles around with her tongue until they were end to end, rather than side by side, and began swallowing once again.
 
 "Chug!" Emily cheered again, pumping her fists in excitement as she watched the last of my cock and balls disappear down into her best friend's mouth. "Chug! Chug!"
 
 "Chug, chug, chug!" the other girls all began chanting along, pumping their own fists as well.
 
 Their eyes were bright as they yelled, a small mob of beautiful, sexy young women all cheering and urging on the death by consumption of my manhood.
 
 Cora responded to their enthusiasm with gusto, swallowing hard and fast around my cock. Her working throat pushed and pulled my member in even more deeply, dragging my poor balls along behind it. Then, miracle of miracles, they somehow got stuck. For just a few moments, it seemed like that might be as far as my manhood would go. It was hung up in my girlfriend's stuffed throat, as if her esophagus just couldn't quite stretch far enough to fit both cock and balls at the same time. I suddenly had hope that my manhood might be spared after all, even if only for the moment. She'd have to spit it back up soon if she didn't want to choke!
 
 My blossoming hope was quickly dashed when my own body betrayed me. The frantic gulping and swallowing of my girlfriend's tight throat finally pushed my poor, aching, long-denied cock over the edge, and I orgasmed powerfully. It was sudden and violent, taking me completely by surprise with its force and magnitude. I bucked helplessly in place as my hot semen bubbled and burned its way up and out of my urethra. It felt like my entire torso was clenching and emptying itself through my dick, down into my girlfriend's throat.
 
 Which, rather unfortunately, proved to be exactly the kind of lubrication that she needed to get my stuck manhood moving once again. With a small lurch, the end of my still hard cock slid all the way down to the bottom of Cora's throat. I felt as her next swallow pushed it up against, and then through, the tight ring of muscle at the top of her stomach. One, and then two, and then three more big gulps was all it took for my manhood, and the slick remains of my final, brief, painful orgasm, to finally slide down fully into my girlfriend's belly.
 
 "You.. you did it!" Jasmine cried out, as Cora gasped in relief at finally having her airway clear again.
 
 "Amazing. I was a bit worried there for a moment, but you somehow managed it." Kathrine laughed, shaking her head fondly. "Absolutely amazing. Well done."
 
 "Holy hell, girl." Portia said, slapping my coughing girlfriend on the back a few times. "I've never seen someone take a big cock quite like that before! Nice!"
 
 "Great job, Coral. You really put that dick.." Emily said, while staring straight at me. "..in its proper place. By this time tomorrow, it'll be gone for good!"
 
 And it would be, too. My girlfriend had eaten my entire manhood. She'd even managed to swallow it whole! Both my cock and my balls would dissolve within her hot, churning, acidic stomach.. no doubt far more slowly than I'd prefer, too. And I would be forced to feel and experience every horrible moment, helpless the entire time as my masculinity digested.
 
 "Whaa!" Cora blew out, after taking a hearty pull from her beer to soothe her no doubt stretched and sore throat. "Damn, that felt good!"
 
 She patted her taut little tummy, sending minor tremors through her torso that I could feel with my cock and balls. I also felt the beer she'd just swallowed splash across my trapped flesh, adding to the caustic broth filling her belly. The broth that was even now starting to work on eating into the skin of my cock and balls.
 
 "Well, let's go find Tad and get out of here, Emily." my girlfriend said, nodding to herself in an obviously pleased manner.
 
 "Wait, what? Tad?" her friend replied, blinking in surprise. "Why Tad?"
 
 "Because I'm still in need of some dick.. hell, even more than ever now.. and his is the best one around!"
 
 "What? No!" Emily protested, her short lived lesbian victory disappearing before her eyes.. just like my poor dick had. "You don't need him, you've got me!"
 
 "Well, yeah. You're coming along too, of course." Cora said, putting an arm around her friend's shoulder and pulling her close.
 
 "Wait, I am.. why!?"
 
 "Because I wanna see him smash up that perfect little pussy of yours!" Cora answered with drunken, optimistic cheer, after taking another swig of her beer. "You can't tell me that you don't wanna try it!"
 
 "I.. I really don't!" Emily protested, blushing furiously as she shook her head emphatically.
 
 "Really?"
 
 "Really!"
 
 "You don't want to give the biggest, best looking guy at school a ride, just this once? Just to see what it's like?" Cora cajoled, looking up at her friend with big, dark blue doe eyes. "Please? You're so beautiful.. I really want to watch him fuck you!"
 
 "Ahh.. but.. I don't.." Emily sputtered, blushing even more at the unexpected praise. "I'm not.."
 
 "Come on, pleeease!?" Cora begged again, before licking her lips suggestively. "I'll totally clean you up after he makes a mess of you! Lick your wrecked pussy completely clean, I promise!"
 
 "Augh, okay.. Okay!" Emily finally relented, caving to her friend's desire (and the promise of more oral sex). "Just.. just tell him that he has to go easy on me, okay?"
 
 "Right, tell Tad to fuck you silly!" Cora agreed, nodding happily. "Will do!"
 
 "Did someone say my name?" asked the man in question, as he ducked through the doorway and stepped into the entrance hall.
 
 "Tad!" my girlfriend (I hoped) exclaimed, as the giant of a man made his appearance. "Wanna take us home with you, so you can fuck me and my lesbian best friend at the same time?"
 
 Tad blinked at this seeming contradiction, then took a moment to take in the sight of the two girls before him. Both blonde, both more than a little drunk, both scantily clad and absolutely beautiful, and both eager (or at least willing) to do pretty much anything he'd want in order to have sex with him.
 
 "Sure. Let's go." he said, nodding agreeably. "My place isn't far. Want me to carry you?"
 
 "Hell yes we do!" Cora exclaimed, jumping up happily into the giant man's arms.
 
 "Uh, Cora? Before you go?" Kathrine called out, as the huge Frat guy casually scooped both girls up. "What do you want to do with Jeremy?"
 
 "Hmm? Oh, him. Pfft.." Cora scoffed, waving her hand dismissively without even looking in my direction. "I don't care. Do whatever you want with him."
 
 With that final gut punch of a parting comment, I got to enjoy the sight of my now former girlfriend being literally carried away in the arms of another larger, better man. She was absolutely ecstatic about it, too, obviously looking forward to getting fucked by Tad's big dick while digesting mine at the same time. Emily seemed rather more dubious on the whole thing, but still at least somewhat willing to go along with it. Tad had probably spent the entire party doing nothing but drinking and fucking, and yet he still somehow seemed ready for even more. The giant actually looked rather pleased with how his night was turning out.
 
 Not that I could really blame him. He'd already made it through his turn as a door prize, after all.. and I had obviously not. My loss was his gain. His and all the rest of the people who had attended the party, men and women alike. They'd gotten to eat, drink, and make merry, enjoying themselves and each other to the fullest.. while I lost everything.
 
 And next Friday night..? Well, they'd get do it all over again.. with some other poor guy on the block as the potential sacrifice to The Machine. Yet another tempting door prize to fuel their frenzy. And I'd be at home, alone, with nothing. I was going to become just one more dickless guy walking around campus for everyone in the know to point and laugh at, if they even bothered to notice me at all. At best, I'd be a funny anecdote to tell at the next party. Just a joke.. a ghost of a man, one bereft of everything that had made me who I was as a male..
 
 ..And all because my girlfriend had won her prize, just like she'd wanted to.
 
END Door Prize
 
Author's note:
 
 Whew, I had this idea a couple of days ago and just had to write it up. It took longer than I thought it would, but that's alright. I kinda love it, and I hope you all do as well. Let me know what you think!
 
 --Epilogue--
 
 I stifled a small sob as best I could. It was some time later. I couldn't tell exactly how much time had passed, hours possibly, because the lights had been turned down. I could still see faintly, but not enough to make out the analog wall clock. I had been left hanging from the post in the entryway, still kneeling behind The Machine. The terrible device was naturally completely inactive now, because I had nothing left for it to take. Everyone else had either left or passed out in one of the rooms upstairs.
 
 I had been abandoned by my (now former) girlfriend, and I could feel it through my detached manhood as she was being fucked by her new fling. Her stomach flexed, tightened, and churned as she slid up and down on what was surely Tad's monster cock.. a cock which was no doubt much larger and more satisfying than my own had been. They'd been going at it almost constantly since they'd left the Frat party. The only thing that made me feel even slightly better about the whole situation was my almost certain knowledge that Emily was probably somewhere in the same room, watching them go at it and just seething with jealousy. And perhaps nervousness, as the lesbian awaited her own turn to ride Tad's enormous dick.
 
 Not that my knowledge of the wicked girl's discomfort did me any good. Emily's fate was nothing compared to my own. I was being forced to feel it as my ex-girlfriend was screwed silly, even while her stomach was working hard to dissolve my manhood. Dissolve it into a meaty, nutritious slurry that her body would eventually absorb. I could feel my cock and balls going raw as the acids and enzymes of Coral's stomach slowly stripped the skin right off of them, one cell at a time. My most precious, sensitive parts were being digested alive inside of the girl, and there was nothing that I could do to stop it.
 
 My self pitying thoughts were interrupted by the lights flicking back on. Kathrine, who seemed to be still cleaning up after the party even hours after it had finished, walked into the entryway. She ignored me completely at first, in favor of concentrating on tidying up the floor. She swept up the various bits of party detritus into a pile and scooped it up with an oversized dust pan. Then, she dumped it all into a large, rolling trash can that she'd been pulling along behind her. Empty beer bottles, cups, plates, random bits of clothing, batteries, and even a sex toy or two all got dropped into the can.
 
 Finally, Kathrine dusted off her hands and turned to face me. She stared levelly at me for a few moments, before sighing.
 
 "And just what am I going to do with you?" she asked, shaking her head. "Coral left you behind for me to deal with, so I guess that means she doesn't want you anymore."
 
 I already knew this.. how could I not? I was feeling my former girlfriend have sex with someone else even now. But the words had an effect on me anyway, and I let out another sob that was muffled by the gag I still wore.
 
 "I can't say that I blame her. Who'd want a guy with no cock? He'd just be useless, wouldn't he?"
 
 I whimpered again, trying to stop my tears from falling.
 
 "Poor Jeremy." Kathrine mused, though her wry, mocking tone and faint smile gave lie to her sympathetic words. "Just one more unwanted, dickless guy."
 
 She was unknowingly echoing my own thoughts from earlier, which only made the truth she spoke hurt all that much more.
 
 "I suppose that you're not really alone in that respect tonight, though. All sorts of things got left behind at the party." Kat continued, tapping one finger to her chin. "Clothes mostly; socks, bras, panties.. even shirts, skirts, and shoes. No one is going to want them back again, so I just.. throw them away. It happens after every party, and no one ever comes looking or complains afterward."
 
 She patted the half full trash can beside her to emphasize her point.
 
 "That goes for other things too, you know. Toys, gadgets, games, even a few key chains and phones. I put the nicer things in the lost and found, but hardly any of them ever get claimed." the tall, slender brunette explained. "Eventually it all just gets thrown away. Useless stuff that no one wants anymore."
 
 "So.." she said, drawing the word out as she approached me and looked my restrained, emasculated, and helpless body up and down. "So, what should I do with you?"
 
 A chill went through me when I understood what she was saying.
 
 "You've been left behind." she stated, starting to tick off her points with her fingers. "And you're definitely unwanted, given how your girlfriend didn't even bother to look at you again after she won your cock."
 
 "And lastly, given that you don't have a cock anymore.." Kat stated, ticking off a third point and then tapping her way up my bare chest and booping my nose. "..you're utterly useless as a man. And we both already know what I'm doing with all the unwanted, useless things that have been left behind tonight."
 
 "So, shall I just.. throw you away, too?" Kat asked, putting one finger to her pursed lips as if in thought. "Toss you out with the rest of the trash?"
 
 I shook my head at her and pleaded for mercy through my gag. Seeing me beg made a lazy, pleased smile blossom on her face.
 
 "No? But why ever not? It's not like anyone would miss you, after all." she pointed out, her tone all false innocence. "Coral sure wouldn't. It's not like she ever checked back up on the last boyfriend of hers who was won as a door prize."
 
 I goggled at this news, making the woman's smile widen.
 
 "Oh, you didn't know? But it happened at the very party where you got together with her, back at the beginning of the semester." Kathrine explained patiently. "She wasn't lucky enough to win him, of course, but even so.. once he'd lost his manhood, she quickly latched on to a new boy toy and never looked back. I doubt she even remembers him, now. I wonder how long it will take for her to forget you?"
 
 The knowledge shook me. I honestly believed it, especially given how my now former girlfriend had treated me over the course of this past night. She had wanted one thing, and one thing only from me.. and then dropped me like a hot rock when she finally got it.
 
 "So, no one would come looking for you if I tossed you out." Kat said, nodding judiciously. "And, even if they did.. well, people drop out of college all the time. No one would bat an eyelash if you mysteriously disappeared one day. They'd think you'd just failed your classes and gone home, or perhaps even run away in shame after losing your precious little penis. Anyone looking would probably just laugh if they heard that last little fact."
 
 "No one would ever think to look in a dumpster for you.. or at the dump itself, after you got hauled away with all the rest of the garbage." Kathrine stated, her smile widening into a frighteningly predatory thing. "I could do it. I really could.. and no one would ever know."
 
 I shivered violently against the pole holding me up, pulling weakly against my restraints. Not that I could fight much even if I wanted to: my limbs and body were practically dead after being tied up for so long.
 
 "Shall I, Jeremy? Shall I pull you from that pole, drag you out back, and toss you into the dumpster? Throw you away like the useless, unwanted thing you are?"
 
 I shook my head no, as hard as I could.
 
 "No? Well, if you don't want me to do that, then you'll have to prove that you're not quite as useless as you appear." Kathrine said, rising up to her full height and licking her lips. "Can you do that, Jeremy? Can you prove to me that you're not useless?"
 
 I nodded my head yes, as vigorously as I could.
 
 "Good boy." the brunette purred, as she leaned in close and raked her fingernails across my bare chest. "Good.. well, I guess you're not really a boy anymore, but you know what I mean. Prepare yourself!"
 
 Five minutes later, I was laying in Kathrine's office on the floor. I was still bound up and reverse hogtied, and the leader of my Frat was now sitting backwards on my face, mashing her sex into my finally un-gagged mouth.
 
 "Yess! That's it.. harder!" Kat commanded with a hiss, as she reached forward to viciously twist my nipples. "Harder, you little piece of trash! Or I'll drag you out to the dumpster right now!"
 
 I obeyed, as well as I could given my current limitations. I didn't know if Kat was actually serious about putting me into the garbage or not, but I couldn't take the chance, so I licked for all I was worth.
 
 "God, little worms like you perform so much better with the proper motivation!" Kat practically screamed, as she rode my face in a frenzy. "I might even not get rid of you, unlike the last few worthless door prize losers. Harder!"
 
 Hoping that she wouldn't crush my skull between her hips and the floor, I continued on in my efforts. To think that but for one bottle cap, I'd still have my dick and be where Tad is now. Instead, I have to do my best to please the surprisingly cruel girl straddling my face, even as I can feel my cock and balls continue to slowly melt inside of yet another girl's stomach. That's just my bad luck.. I guess I should have skipped tonight's party after all.
 
END Epilogue
 
 --Outtakes--
 
 (I was originally going to have a bit of gay material in the story, but changed my mind halfway through. Larry was intended to join with Kat in abusing Jeremy at the end of the story, sort of like how the protagonist at the end of "Her Birthday Gift" was abused by all of the gym bros for his wife's amusement. I decided to cut it because it just wasn't doing anything for me. The bits I did write up I'll include in case anyone might want to see them. They had been the original end of part 4.)
 
 Another reason that the guys didn't all stand together on the issue of bottle caps was that not all of them wanted to in the first place. It wasn't like bisexual and gay men were excluded from joining the Frat, after all. Any one of them could be just as interested in winning another guy's cock and balls as all the girls were. I'd even had several stop by tonight already.
 
 Three of the bi guys at the party had tossed caps in of their own accord, rather than handing them off to their girlfriends or dates. Two of them had just shrugged wryly at me afterward, while the third had winked and made nibbling motions with his incisors. Two guys that I knew for sure were gay had also dropped in caps as well. The first had been Chuck, a senior with a computer science major. He'd just stared intently at my dick as his caps hit the scale, tilted his head as if slightly puzzled when The Machine failed to react, and then walked away without a word. It would have seemed more odd if I hadn't also known that he was on the functional end of the spectrum.. he was actually a pretty nice guy, he just came off as a little strange sometimes because of it.
 
 The last guy to try his luck was Larry, who was really gay and really wanted everyone to know it. Oh, he wasn't flamboyant or camp or anything else stereotypically homosexual like that. He was just a very outgoing, very masculine young man who wanted to have as much sex as he could with as many different partners as possible, and he wasn't at all shy about that fact. Basically a normal college frat boy, whose sexuality just happened to point him at other guys instead of girls.
 
 Larry was also rather persistent, even in the face of initial refusal.. almost to the point of being pushy and irritating. Again, not unlike a lot of other guys in college. Many of the girls I know actually think his actions are fairly hilarious. Why? Because to them, seeing their male peers having to squirm and suffer through repeated unwanted sexual advances by an incorrigibly horny frat boy was deliciously amusing irony.
 
 As such, Larry was not particularly subtle about his desire for my cock when he came by to drop in his bottle caps. And even I, a man who is pretty much straight as a board, couldn't say that the guy didn't know his way around teasing a dick. So I reacted with a rather large amount of relief, and a disturbing amount of confused arousal, when my manhood survived his varied attentions.
 
 "The night's still young, Jeremy." Larry stated, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively before he turned to leave. "I might get you yet."
 
 I certainly hoped not. I don't have anything against the guy, but if I'm going to lose my dick, then I'd rather a cute girl be the one to win it than another man.. now matter how stupidly handsome his gay ass might be. Not that it really makes any difference in the end who gets my dick if I lose it. Gone is gone after all.
 
END Outtakes
 
END END Door Prize