Cock Hunting in West Virginia, a story

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The women had been all over the world in their quest for trophy cocks. They had collected them from Europe, Africa, South America, Asia, Australia, and the islands of the Caribbean and Pacific, but they had never been to West Virginia, not far from their home in Manhattan. They had heard a rumor about the outstanding physical attributes of certain men in that state, so they decided to check it out. They rented a ski chalet in the Snow Shoe ski resort and went on the prowl.

They sent Jacques, their driver, to scout the men’s rest rooms at the ski resort and the local bars. Most of what he found was what you would expect, great looking guys in expensive ski gear, some in great shape, but most with very average cocks. He found one bathroom at the ski resort that had an old-fashioned trough for a urinal, it was easy to check out a lot of men at a glance, so he hid a camera in that bathroom with a good view of the urinal and monitored it on his phone. Again, time after time he saw row after row of good-looking men, well dressed, men of all ages, but all with shriveled, average sized dicks, at best there were a few six or seven inchers, but nothing to write home about.

Then something happened. A scrawny little guy, with long stringy blond hair slinked into the bathroom wearing a dirty white tee shirt and jeans and a dirty apron, like that of a dish washer from the kitchen. He waited until he had the urinal all to himself. Jacques needed to relieve himself, so he joined the young man at the urinal and looked over to check him out. Oh my God, Jacques almost audibly gasped. The man, who appeared to be in his early twenties proceeded to pull a hose of a cock out of his pants, the thing almost hit the water of the urinal it was so long. It looked like it was ten or eleven inches long soft and almost hung to his knees. It was also thick, and veiny, a literal man hose. The guy noticed Jacques looking at him and smiled, slowly stroking his cock, coaxing the last drops of pee out of it, Jacques smiled back.

Jacques finished, zipped up and went out to wash his hands. As the young man began to wash his hands Jacques handed him a card and said. “I know some women who would like to meet you.”

“That sounds like fun,” he said, as if this was not the first time he had been approached in the men’s room. “I am working in the kitchen but get off at 9 o’clock. I don’t have a car, so I’ll need a ride.”

“That is fine, I will be waiting for you when you get off work. Where shall I meet you?”

“At the back door of the kitchen.”

“See you a little after nine.”

“Sure, mister. I hope these ladies are good looking.”

“Trust me, you will not be disappointed.”

“I don’t have any dress clothes with me, just my work clothes.”

“That’s fine, come as you are, the ladies aren’t interested in what you are wearing.”

When the young man left work at nine, he found Jacques waiting outside in the parking lot in a sleek black Lincoln SUV. When Jacques saw him, he got out and opened the door for the young man. “By the way, what is your name?” Jacques asked.

“Darrell.”

“My name is Jacques. I work for the ladies that you are about to meet.”

“Nice to meet you,” Darrell said, extending his hand to shake and smiled a big toothy grin.

Jacques took Darrell to an elegant chalet overlooking the brightly lit ski slopes. When he walked in, he found four women, sitting in a large living room with vaulted ceiling and roaring fire in a stone fireplace. They sat on the large sectional sofa and over-stuffed chairs that sat in front of the fireplace. Each of them either held or nursed a glass of wine. The ladies looked to be in their late twenties or early thirties and each one was gorgeous, casually dressed, but their make-up and hair looked professionally done, they could either be models or actresses. Two of the ladies had dark hair, one short and one longer, one had short blonde hair and one had long auburn tresses that hung to her shoulders.

“Jacques tells us that you have some outstanding physical attributes that may be of interest to us.” The woman with short brown hair said, standing. “Do you mind removing your clothes for us; don’t be shy, you will be paid handsomely.”

Darrell took his coat off then a hoody and his tee shirt. His chest was so thin it was almost concave; he was very thin and wiry. He sat down on an ottoman and took off his shoes and socks and finally pulled off his pants. He then stood wearing nothing but white briefs.

“You look like you have done this before.” One of the ladies said, smiling.

“Yes mam, I only make minimum wage washing dishes at the ski resort. Lots of tourists are looking for a good time and word gets around, it’s an easy way to make a little extra money.”

“Well show us what you got.” The woman who stood said, looking at the bulge in his briefs.

Darrell then bent over and pulled down his briefs, when he stood there was an audible gasp as the ladies took in what stood before them. Not more than five-eight, scrawny, with stringy long hair, he wasn’t much to look at. Other than a prominent bush, he had very little body hair. But it was what hung between his legs that was so impressive. His meat, looking like a small baseball bat, hung to his knees, thick and veiny, uncut with a long foreskin that covered a large prominently ridged, helmet head, it had to be at least ten or eleven inches soft.

“Impressive,” the young lady said, walking up to him. “Do you mind?” she asked as she reached out to touch it.

“No mam, I figured this is what you were interested in.”

“Yes, indeed.” She said, picking up his man meat in her hand, wrapping both hands around its thick girth. “Do you mind if the other ladies check out the merchandise?”

“No mam, the more the merrier.” He stood with his hands at his sides, leg spread apart, and his chest puffed out in a military stance, as the other ladies each stood and held his magnificent manhood.

After each of them had handled the goods the lady who seemed to be the one in charge said. “It is our experience that someone as well-endowed as you are often finds it difficult to achieve full erection.”

“Well it does take some work, it doesn’t get much longer than this though, only harder, a shower rather than a grower. I can always use a little help.” Darrell said with a sly grin.

“No problem with that! We also have some especially high-powered liquid Viagra that has never failed us in the past. Let’s get you cleaned up, then we can all meet in the bedroom.”

“Yes mam!” he said with a wide grin. She took him by the hand and led him into the bathroom off the master bedroom where she gave him a towel, soap and showed him to the shower.

“When you are finished, join us in the bedroom.”

When he finished showering and dried off, he walked naked into the master bedroom with a large circular bed and satin sheets in the center and a mirror on the ceiling above it. The other ladies followed him into the bedroom and began to slowly undress.

“Let us introduce ourselves. My name is Bridgit and this is Deidre,” she said pointing to the other dark-haired woman. She introduced the blonde, Riana, and the auburn-haired woman, Branwen.

They all undressed and were gorgeous in their rare feminine beauty, each with almost perfect bodies and breasts. They looked like goddesses.

Bridgit poured a blue drink in a small crystal goblet for Darrell and told him to drink it all, it was their super Viagra and would work its magic very soon. She then led him to the bed and pushed him onto his back and the ladies watched as his enormous penis began to erect under the influence of the liquid. As it rose to its full twelve inch length and its shiny purple head emerged from beneath the sheath of the foreskin, the ladies slid onto the bed and began to caress his highly aroused body, kissing him all over and rubbing his cock as Deidre applied flavored oils to it, making it glisten under the dimmed lights of the bedroom.

Darrell looked up at the mirror above them and took in all the beautiful female flesh which writhed over his highly aroused body. They stroked his pole, which glistened like a light saber as they licked and sucked it and one by one mounted it taking in as much of it as they could. Only one or two of them could actually accommodate its full length and girth.

This continued well into the night until all of the ladies had their fill and one by one, they slipped off to their respective bedrooms. When the last one left, Jacques came in and helped Darrell get cleaned up and dressed so he could drive him home.

“Oh, there is also the matter of payment,” Jacques said. Darrell had almost forgotten about that; he had had such a good time with the ladies. Jacques gave him ten crisp hundred dollar bills. “The ladies plan to stay all week. We would love to have you come every night if you can.”

“That would be great!” Darrell said, pulling on his Carhart jacket. Jacques then drove to his family compound of houses and mobile homes in a holler off Old Zinc Mine Road. “We get our water from a spring that comes out of the old mine. It is the sweetest water you will ever drink.”

“Is your big dick abnormal or is it a family trait?” Jacques asked Darrell.

“We all have big dicks,” Darrell said, “My brother has one bigger than mine and my cousin Hector has the biggest one I have ever seen, probably fifteen inches or more. My dad has a big one and his brother, my uncle, has a big one too.”

“Did you and your family grow up here?”

“Oh yeah, been here as long as I can remember. My grandfather even worked for the old zinc mine before it closed.”

Jacques didn’t say it, but he wondered if the zinc had something to do with it.

They got into a rhythm every night that week. Jacques met Darrell after work and took him to the ski chalet, Darrell took a shower to clean up after work, then the girls had their pleasure with him until they were done, and Jacques took him home.

One night, Bridgit and Dierdre joined him in the shower, squirting peppermint castile soap over his body and lathering him up, focusing on his big dick, sucking and fucking his wet soapy body and lathering up their bodies as well. It was a gorgeous picture of hot, writhing wet bodies. They completely steamed up the bathroom and after they dried off, they went into the bedroom where he joined the other two while Bridgit and Dierdre dried their hair. Once again, he drank the cocktail of blue Viagra and kept a rock-hard erection all night, until he had to go home when it finally went down.

“How much do you weight?” Jacques asked him when he took him home that night.

“Oh, about 135 pounds.” Darrell answered. “A girl told me one time I was more dick than man! She even said my dick was so big and my body so small, she wondered if my body was no more than the life support system for my dick.” He laughed, but it was not too far from the truth. His dick defined him, made him who he was, otherwise he would be just another anonymous kitchen worker with little education, no skills, and no future. His dick was his life. It gave him much pleasure and also gave him a very good, if sporadic income. A thousand dollars a night was his going rate, which was not bad at all!

The last night they were together Bridget and Dierdre joined him in the shower again and lathered him up. Then Bridget brought out some razors.

“I want to shave you so I can better see and appreciate your big dick.” Bridget said, lathering up his bush and bending down with the razor.

“Whatever floats your boat, I’m on your nickel, so have at it.” He said, smiling, closing his eyes and holding his hands behind his head.

She took a shaving cream bottle and lathered up his thick blond bush and made quick work of it. To finish it off she also shaved what little hair he had on his upper body, mainly around his chest and nipples, she did not bother with his underarms or legs. When she rinsed him off, he looked more like a big dick with a body attached to it, than the other way around.

After they had sex for a while in the bedroom Bridget said to the other girls. “It is time.” And they all slid off the bed and took seats leaving Darrell sitting on the bed and Bridget standing over him.

“Darrell, this is our last night together. We have truly enjoyed our time with you and appreciate your sharing your special talents and gifts with us. But we have work to do and places to go, but perhaps we can return again in the future.” She said, speaking authoritatively.

“I sure enjoyed my time with you ladies as well and do hope you come back. I didn’t tell you before, but I have a brother and cousin who have big dicks too, bigger even than mine and they told me they would like to join in on the fun too.”

“We travel the world looking for young men with special gifts like yours and we have created quite a collection of souvenirs from our experiences. We wonder if we can collect a souvenir from you tonight?”

“What you mean, souvenir?” Darrell asked, not knowing what they meant.

“We want to take your dick and add it to our collection.”

“What, My dick! That is all I have, it is how I make my living, how could I live without it.” He was noticeably agitated and tensed up.

“Calm down, Darrell. We will pay you handsomely for it and we have a magic knife,” she then pulled a beautiful curved knife with a jeweled handle from behind her back. “After we cut off your dick, it grows back. It may take a few days, but it always comes back fresh and new and ready for service to its owner. We know because we have used it time after time and it always works. It has special powers. After we take your cock it will take a place of honor in our collection of some of the finest cocks in the world. It is an honor that we picked your cock to join our collection.” Bridget said, trying to play to his vanity.

Darrell relaxed a bit, and quietly thought about what they had proposed. “How much will you give me for it? And how long does it take to grow back?”

“We would like to offer you $5,000.00 for your dick and usually it takes a week to fully grow back, sometimes they even come back bigger, but it depends on the size, and since you are already really big, it may not come back bigger, but it will not come back smaller, we can guarantee that.”

Darrell looked at the beautiful jeweled knife in Bridgit’s hand and felt a stirring in his groin. His dick liked the idea. “Ten thousand dollars.” He said, countering her offer.

Bridgit smiled, he had taken the bait, now it was only a matter of money. Darrell’s cock would be a great addition to her collection. She was glad they followed the rumor and came to West Virginia where they found fertile ground for their cock hunting hobby. “Six thousand,” she said.

“Eight thousand.”

“Seventy-five hundred and that is my final offer.”

“Sold, but you better be telling me the truth about the magical powers of that knife.”

“The others have to leave but I plan to stay with Jacques until it grows back, and you are satisfied.” Bridget said, holding her hand out to shake. He took it and they shook on it.

“I want my money in cash.” He said coldly.

Bridget went to her purse and pulled out a wad of cash and counted out $7,500.00. This was in addition to the $1,000.00 she paid him for sex that night.

“Alright, let’s do this.” Darrell said, leaning back on the bed sticking his dick out, it had begun to sag a bit during their discussion but was now at full mast, a full twelve throbbing inches of hot man meat, ready for the taking.

Bridget had done this many times and was an expert at taking cocks. She made sure she took as much of it as she could and did it quickly before he had a chance to change his mind. She took the razor-sharp knife in her right hand and took his cock in her left hand and pulled the cock out as far as it would go. She carefully positioned the knife where his balls met his cock and cut up. It was like cutting a hot knife through butter, it was off in no time and loose in her hand. The wound quickly healed up and there was a hole in the center of the round patch where the cock had been. The severed end of the cock in her hand also healed up quickly leaving a hole for the urethra. There was no blood loss.

“Do you want to hold it,” Bridgit said, handing Darrell his former cock. “Or do anything else to it, now that is no longer attached to you?”

“Sure,” he said, taking the huge cock; twelve inches long and eight inches around. It was warm and hard with a slight curve to it with a big purple head and flared corona. “Hey, big boy, you have been good to me. I hope you enjoy your new home and I hope you continue to give these fine ladies a good time as you have to me for my whole life.” He then did something unexpected, he took the big head in his mouth and deep throated it. “I’ve always wanted to do that. I am not very limber, but It is long enough that I could lick the head, but I have always wanted to take more of it down my throat and couldn’t. Hope you don’t think that is weird.” They did not know but suspected that he had had sex with men as well as women, a paying customer was a paying costumer, and more men saw him in the bathroom than women. He could more accurately be classified as omnisexual than homosexual or bi-sexual. He would have sex with anyone who paid him.

When he finished, he handed it back to Bridgit who passed it around to the girls, all of whom admired it. It was still warm and the flesh felt alive. The women knew it would stay that way, to be preserved and kept it in a perpetual state of suspended animation in their display case. When they finished handling it, she gave it to Jacques who put it in a cooler specially made for collecting cocks. It would be placed like the rest of their collection in a glass cylinder suspended in organic liquids and pumped with fluids that kept it fresh and alive until it was needed to be used for their pleasure.

True to her word Bridget stayed in Snow Shoe for the next week, Darrell checked in with her every day after work so she could check on the progress of the regrowth of his penis. It came slow at first, and Darrell was worried, but then it came quicker. After six days it had almost completely regrown and looked fresh and new, like the virgin cock of a teenager. On the seventh day it had regained its old length and girth and was as good as new, fresh and perky. He had no problem getting it up and didn’t even need the Viagra to get a raging hard on. He was very happy.

“It has been great getting to you know you Darrell and thank you for all the good times we had. If we are ever up this way again, we will definitely look you up.” Bridget said, shaking his hand as she prepared to leave.

“If you come again, I will bring my brother and cousin. You will like them too. It has been great doing business with you ladies. Have a safe trip home.” Darrell said with a big grin. She gave him a “tip” of $500.00 for being such a good sport about it all and headed home.

Back in Manhattan, Bridgit had a cocktail party at her expansive high-rise condominium. All the girls were there as were many of their friends, including high powered guests from the world of business, politics and several foreign dignitaries. She did not show off her special collection to just anyone, only her closest friends and special guests who made knowing inquiries. One such guest was the Sultan of Brennai who had heard about Bridgit’s collection and asked to see it. He had a collection of his own and wanted to see hers and find ways to enhance to his own.

Bridgit opened a secret door that led to the back rooms of her apartment. The first room was painted black, and the walls were filled with glass cases lit and filled with cylindrical glass jars on shelves that held her collection. Row after row of gorgeous big cocks filled the cases, all sizes, colors, shapes and textures. Some had been tattooed and pierced, some were circumcised, most were not, all were labeled with the former owner’s name, place of origin and the date it had been taken.

The first room held her most recent acquisitions, the rooms behind went back in time. Bridgit and her friends were named for ancient Celtic Goddesses for a reason, they descended from the Goddesses, once revered as divine, then driven into exile and labeled as witches. Over time, they amassed great fortunes which they left to their descendants making Bridgit and her friends fabulously wealthy, but they operated very much under the radar to avoid attention. They paid well for their anonymity and used their wealth and power to maintain their privacy.

Bridgit went to the first case which held their most recent acquisitions which included the cock taken from Darrell from West Virginia. She touched a panel and the glass slid aside and she reached in to take the glowing glass cylinder that held Darrell’s former cock, she unplugged it from a tube that plugged into the lid, then unscrewed the lid which was attached to the cut end of the cock and lifted it out by a metal hook attached to the lid.

“Magnificent,” the Sultan said, “May I hold it?” he asked. It was wet with the liquid in which it was suspended in the cylinder which she wiped off with a small towel before she handed it to him.

“It looks and feels alive,” the Sultan said.

“It is, it is in a state of suspended animation and in all regards is alive, only it is no longer attached to its former owner.”

“How do you do that?”

“It is a special process developed by our best scientists,” she said, proudly.

He felt the rubbery flesh of the erect penis; it was pliable, as he dimpled it with his fingers; it was also warm to the touch. “How long can you take it out of the cylinder?” He peeled back the foreskin, revealing the pink helmet head with its flared corona. It had a pale but life like appearance and he could see the veins that ran the length and crisscrossed the long shaft of the severed penis.

“No more than an hour, which is usually plenty of time for our purposes, then it must go back in the cylinder and be plugged back into the tubes that keep it fresh, pumping it with with artificial blood, oxygen and nutrients that keep it alive.”

“I see, you must share your processes with me. I have a large and growing collection that I would like to preserve as you have.”

“I will be happy to share my secrets for the right price.”

“Of course, money is not an obstacle.”

She took the penis from his hand, lowered it back into the cylinder, screwed the lid back on and plugged the tube back into the lid that fed the flesh with its life-giving fluids.

She then took another specimen out of its jar, the twelve-inch uncircumcised former penis of a black man.

“This used to belong to a commander in the army of Col. Charles Taylor when he ruled Liberia. We were in nearby Ghana on a hunt and we heard the commander wanted to see us. He had an ice chest full of human penis’s he had sent to our hotel room in a cooler “as a gift” if he could arrange a meeting with us. We agreed to meet him in a remote location outside Lagos. We also did our research about this man who we found out was monstrous killer,” she said.

“He told us that he had personally cut off each penis that he sent us from men he had captured and killed. He said for a price he could provide us with an unlimited supply.”

“We said we were impressed and had heard the rumor that his own penis was of legendary proportions and asked him to show it to us. Perhaps thinking that we intended to have sex with him, he gladly agreed, told his companions to leave the room, and removed his pants and underwear to reveal his truly impressive genitals. We then offered him a cocktail that we told him it would give him an instant hard-on, our special liquid Viagra, we did not tell him that it also contained a knock-out drug. He gladly drank it and his penis grew to what you see are legendary proportions, he also passed out,” she said. “We then took his penis, the penis’s he gave us, and quickly left the country. We later heard he was killed by a mob in Monrovia and flayed alive; a deserved end for such a monstrous creature.”

“How do you take the others, like the one from West Virginia?” The sultan asked.

“We always do it with the permission of the owner, and we pay them well,” Bridget said, she did not tell him about their magic knife. “In cases where the owner does not deserve to be paid like the African colonel, we take what we want without compensation.”

“How do you take yours?” Bridget asked the Sultan.

“My secret is that I pay well. I send my agents all over the world looking. Many of the men I take want to get rid of their cocks and are glad to be paid for them. Some, like transsexuals want to lose it and use the extra money for their operation. I have bought them from AIDS victims desperate for money, or people who can find no other way to pay their debts. I have also paid men in prison or condemned on death row, who want to leave money to their relatives after they die. I have also collected them from morgues, funeral homes and crematoriums where bodies were left unclaimed and needed burial, or where families need the money to pay for burial. As a rule, I do not take anything without paying for it. My problem has been preservation. My first specimens were preserved in formaldehyde, which was unsatisfactory, then I used a freeze-drying technique, then most recently preserved them with plastination, but I am especially interested in the techniques you use and will pay well to learn your secrets.” He did not tell the whole truth as he had been known to take specimens from men in his own prisons if he thought they committed crimes that were particularly heinous, or they were otherwise deserving of losing their manly parts.



“I will put my lawyers in touch with your lawyers and see what they can work out,” she said, smiling. She then continued to give him a tour of her collection, taking many specimens out of jars and letting him handle them.

The next set she brought out was a medium sized cock and ball set elaborately tattooed with a green dragon pattern on the shaft, wings on the scrotum and dragon head on the penis head. The head of the penis was pierced with a large gauge PA through the piss slit and an apadravya through the meat of the glans. Along the underside of the shaft of the penis and the scrotum was a frenum ladder of silver bar bells, separated by a half inch.

In another cylinder were the cocks that had been given to her in the cooler by the African colonel. She couldn’t throw them away, so she decided to keep them together even if they were taken from men who were murdered.

She had several other cocks that were very impressive, in the twelve and thirteen inch range and thick; those were her special favorites.

“My family has been collecting for generations. Do you care to see some of my historical specimens, some of them were collected before modern preservation methods were available?”

The first one was the former cock of John Holmes, about twelve inches long and very thick. Holmes had died of AIDS, but his undertaker removed it and sold it after he was buried to cover funeral expenses.

The next notorious penis in her collection was that of John Dellinger, which was close to twenty inches long, again, a cooperative undertaker was the source of this specimen. She also collected the penis’s of notorious murderers, Richard Speck with an unusual XYY chromosome, Jeffrey Dahmer, John Wayne Gacy, Ted Bundy, Charles Manson, and other lesser knowns. With the exception of Speck, they were not remarkable specimens, but remarkable only because who they had belonged to. Again, the sources of these specimens were well paid prison guards, undertakers and funeral homes.

She was fascinated with full body tattoos and had several full body Yakushi style tattoos, some from Japan, and others more recently from Europe and America, complete with tattooed penis and scrotum. Most of the sources for these were prisons and funeral homes.

She also had a rare necropants from Iceland which was the complete lower body skin, including the genitals, from a man, which was used by sorcerers from old Iceland to create wealth magically.

Other historical artifacts included a penis that was reputed to belong to Rasputin, the famous monk who held special power over the Czar of Russia and his wife, he was castrated and murdered by his enemies, but his penis was preserved and passed down from generation to generation in a noble Russian family and appeared in Paris some years ago. Preserved in a glass tube filled with formaldehyde, it was twelve inches long and very thick.

A very small and unremarkable specimen was that of Napoleon that was taken by his doctor after he died on the island of St. Helena and ended up in the collection of an American doctor who for the right amount of money sold it to Bridgit’s agents.

There was another collection of penis’s that were said to have belonged to some characters of the Golden Age of piracy in the Caribbean including Blackbeard, Callico Jack Rackham, Charles Vane, Stede Bonnet, Captain Kidd and other lesser known pirates. They were originally preserved in rum; most were small and shriveled with a few exceptions. It was part of a collection purchased by one of Bridget’s ancestors in the mid 1700s.

A special historical specimen was reputed to be the former penis of Casanova, the famous Italian lover, it was tanned like kid glove leather, colored to look like flesh, and touched up with paint to accentuate the pink color of the head and blue veins of the shaft; stuffed, it was about eight inches long including the scrotum, and rested on a pink satin fringed pillow in a jeweled reliquary, like those found in churches that hold the holy relics of saints. One of her ancestors paid dearly for that.

In a much simpler wooden box, resting on a black satin pillow, was the tanned, stuffed penis of the infamous Marquis de Sade, more thick than long and uncut. It had been used to ravage many a young man and woman, an acquisition of one of Bridgit’s French ancestors. After dying in prison he left directions that his body not be violated and he was buried on one of his estates, but his wishes were not honored and his coffin was opened, his head was removed to be studied for phrenology and other parts were taken and parceled out for compensation. His son had all of his contemporary writings burned, but enough survived which led to his fame.

In another case was an extensive collection of erections collected from hanged men. They were collected in Naples and the area around it by a duchess who fancied them and sent “her men” to collect them in the dead of night, after the bodies were taken down. She preserved them in barrels of salt brine which gave them the appearance of beef jerky. They were later purchased from her heirs by one of Bridget’s ancestors.

Another ancestor, the wife of a British military officer during the Napoleonic wars, collected the penis’s of enemy soldiers who died in battle. As the local people rifled through the bodies collecting valuables, clothes, and souvenirs, her servants also went out and cut off the cocks and balls of dead soldiers as long they had not been too long dead or if the cold weather had kept them fresh. They collected them in sacks and took them back to be preserved in barrels of salt, with some of the more exceptional specimen’s tanned and stuffed for their mistress’s pleasure. There was an entire display case devoted to this collection.

Still another collection came from the Russian religious cult called the Skoptzi. They preached that to reach salvation, men must renounce the sinful flesh by castration. There were thousands of members. Removal of the balls only was what they called the 'Lesser Seal' and removal of the penis the 'Greater Seal.' Since the donors did not care what happened to their parts after they were removed, certain discerning Russian aristocrats went to great lengths to collect and preserve the removed members. Hundreds of them were collected by Russian aristocratic women. After the revolution one such aristocrat fled to France with as much of her collection as she could take. When she needed money, she sold them to one of Bridgit’s ancestors. There are literally hundreds of cocks and balls preserved in tall cylindrical jars in Bridgit’s collection. It is hard to get an exact number as many of the early ones were packed like sardines until the jars were full. Also, some jars contain only testicles, others only penises, the rest penis and testes.

After seeing Bridgit’s collections the Sultan was very impressed, but his chief concern was learning the techniques that could be used to preserve his collection. He needed to learn her method of preservation no matter what it cost.

On the way out, Bridgit looked longingly at the penis that had belonged to Darrell from West Virginia and remembered his invitation to return. They must do it sooner rather than later, she thought, with the lifestyle he lived and the dangers of opioid addiction so rampant in that area, he may not have a very long-life expectancy. It had to be an anomaly that so many large cocks were concentrated in such a small area, they should definitely go back. Didn’t he say his brother and cousin had cocks that were even bigger than his? Yes they definitely needed to return!
 
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