Dad put his hand round mine and showed me how to wash it the way he washed it. (Later I was to learn that I was actually jerking him off)This continue... for about a week at bath times and to me it was all normal. The next time when I washed his cock he told me that it need extra washing, so again I soaped up my hands and kept washing and washing and washing. Dad just kept telling me to keep going.I'd say i'd been washing it for about 15 mins when he let out a moan and it started leaking out. He'd pay big money for you. Either way, I get to keep your cock and balls. I will have them stuffed and mounted on a plaque as a trophy, and put them in my trophy room at home. You will never get to stick your dick in anyone. How's that sound?”The boy was stunned. He didn't want to die, but he really wanted to fuck women! He didn't think there was a chance in hell he could keep his junk, but maybe...“Could I maybe have sex with women, before you cut it off?”The bar cracked up laughing again.. I turn up at the venue. It's a big house in woodlands in the north east corner of Cheshire. It's rural but still only 20 minutes drive from the centre of Manchester. The grounds are big. Neighbours won't hear anything and folk around here stay behind their own spiked fences and remote control gates unless they're invited in. Inside, as usual with this lot, it's a complete shambles. Furniture upended, drawers turned out, remains of a meal, plates, glasses and cutlery spread across the living. "Trust me. He's way more embarrassed than us now," she whispered back.Sure enough the poor bugger was fawning and fussing over us like we were the king and queen of France or something. He sat us in a quiet corner, next to a gilded sculpture of cupid. There was a bubbling fountain at his feet and it looked very romantic. The table had a vase full of fresh-cut roses in its center with a red candle floating in ornate glass bowls of water. The table cloths were red satin and the napkins were silk..