Cocktail Bar
 
Need a drink? We take Coins or Cocks as payment here.. Choose wisely, my friend.
 
Tags: FF/mm, Femdom, CBT, Gambling, Castration, Penectomy, Cannibalism, Dungeon Punk, Fantasy, Q-Knife
 
 Even from atop one of her stools, she still had to look up at her newest customer. This wasn't uncommon, considering that she was a member of one of the shorter races around. A goblin girl just had to make due in a world built mostly by and for much taller folk, which was why she had half a dozen stools lined up in various strategic positions behind the bar for her to stand on while working her shift.
 
 "Hey handsome!" she called out as he approached. "What'll it be?"
 
 "H-hey.." he replied, glancing up and down her nude form before gulping nervously and blushing. "I'd like.. a pair of drinks?"
 
 The club was "clothing optional", which really meant "clothing highly discouraged", so even as he couldn't help but ogle her, she gave his bare body a quick once over in return. He was a fairly young human male, healthy looking if a bit scrawny for her own tastes. He had a medium pale skin tone and hair that was probably light brown.. though it was hard to tell exactly due to the various light crystals throwing out colored glow from the walls and ceiling.
 
 What she really noticed however, was his package. Even at only half mast, his cock was thick and fat, and his plump, bulging balls hung down heavily behind it. Given that it was only slightly below eye level for her, she couldn't help but stare a little, even as she licked her lips. Her obvious attention only made his blush deepen, and she grinned up at him as he fidgeted beneath her gaze.
 
 "Well, I can do drinks for you easily enough, among other things." she replied with a cheeky wink. "What kind do you want?"
 
 "Umm.. I don't know? What's good?" he answered, shrugging and looking a bit embarrassed.
 
 "First time here?"
 
 "Yeah." he nodded. "I've never really drunk before either, so.."
 
 "Well, let's pop your cherry then." she said cheerfully. "I'll mix you up something light.. who's the second drink for?"
 
 "My blind date.. I don't know much about her yet. I'm hoping that if tonight goes well, that maybe we'll.. well, you know." he said, gesturing behind him toward one of the tables set up along the edge of the dance floor.
 
 At it sat an absolutely stunning orc woman. Tall and statuesque and athletic, she had to be close to six and a half feet in height. Her lanky, powerful build was matched by a fantastic pair of hips and a very, very generous chest that practically defied gravity. Her skin was a pale reddish-orange cream and her hair a vivid red that appeared almost bright pink under the club's colored lighting. The woman was idly bobbing her head to the low beat of the dance music, looking out over the floor as she waited for her date to return with something to drink.
 
 "Damn..!" she couldn't help but exclaim, blinking in surprise at the sight of the other woman. "Aiming for the sky tonight, I see!"
 
 "Yeah.." the guy said, his sheepish grin edged with excitement. "I just met her and.. wow! I'd really like to impress her, you know?"
 
 "I'll bet.. Well, a girl like that is going to need something a bit stronger, I think." she said, nodding firmly. "I know just the thing.. which only leaves the matter of payment. Coin or cock?"
 
 The guy's excitement dimmed a bit at this, and he shuffled nervously for a moment as he eyed her warily.
 
 "Um.. my friends mentioned something about this.. but I didn't understand it exactly." He said. "Could you explain.. that?"
 
 "Sure!" she replied brightly, before hooking a thumb over her shoulder to point at the wall behind her. "You can either pay the normal way, with coin.."
 
 He glanced at the prices hung up on the wall between the shelves full of alcohol and mixers, then his eyes went wide and he blanched.
 
 "..or, you can wager your cock, and pay that way instead!" she finished, patting her hand on the lever of a solid looking brass device set into the bar top.
 
 "..Those prices." he mused with a horrified expression on his face, before he shook his head and looked down at the machine she was indicating instead. "What.. what do you mean by 'wager my cock'?"
 
 "Simple, you just bet your dick.. and if the numbers here come up in your favor, you walk away with a couple of free drinks!" she said. "However, if the numbers instead come up against you.. well, you still get your drinks, but.."
 
 "But..?" he prompted hesitantly.
 
 "Well, you probably lose a few inches off of that big old thing you've got hanging there." she answered, shrugging indifferently. "Odds are low of that happening, though.. It's your choice, however you want to pay."
 
 "Jeez.." he muttered, looking back and forth between the machine beneath her hand and the (quite exorbitant) prices up on the wall.
 
 He glanced away from the wall for a final time, shut his eyes and gulped like he was bracing himself for a leap, and then made his choice.
 
 "Alright, I'll bet my cock. How.. how do we do it?" he said, and she couldn't help but grin up at him as he caved.. just like so many other guys before him had done.
 
 "Well first, we need to get that big thing up and ready!" she said, licking her lips again as she stared at his manhood. "Can't gamble with a limp dick, now can ya? Come a little closer, and I'll take care of it for you."
 
 Flushing, he did as she bid him, sidling up to the edge of the bar. She had to go up on her tip toes and practically lay atop the bar to reach out to him, but she was well used to such things.
 
 "Very nice.." she murmured, as she took hold of his member.
 
 Even only half erect, it looked a bit ridiculous in her grip. She couldn't hope to wrap the fingers of a single hand all the way around it, and even both together barely managed the job. She pumped his soft meat up and down several times, and his cock instantly responded by surging within her grasp.
 
 "Haha, there we go!" she crowed, even as she continued stroking him. "Didn't take much, did it? What an eager little fella!"
 
 "Hah.. hehe.." he laughed distractedly, even as he couldn't help but thrust his hips forward further toward her. "Oh..!"
 
 "Yeah, you can probably get a lot of drinks out of something this long!" she complimented him, even as his now swollen cock head bobbed only inches from her face.
 
 "..Thanks?" he said, his arousal warring with his wariness as he bit his lip.
 
 "No prob! It's always a pleasure to work with a prime piece of meat." she giggled, even as she stood back up and then leaned instead over the machine built into the bar top.
 
 With a click, she released the latch for the lid and swung it up and open. The entire top of the machine, which had been flush with the bar, tilted up and to one side revealing the inside of the device. What looked like the bottom half of a long brass tube sat over the top of more complicated bits of clockwork gears and cogs. The tube itself was large enough in diameter to easily accommodate even his girthy member, and there were also regular slots running perpendicular across it every inch or so.
 
 "Alright, just go ahead and slot that nice dick of yours into place.." she instructed him, motioning him forward a bit more. "..and plop your balls right into the big hole there at the base.. yes, perfect."
 
 With his meat in position, she wasted no time in slapping the lid closed. The guy grunted as it latched shut with a heavy metal clack, then groaned as he attempted to tug himself out of the machine.
 
 "Does it have to be so tight? Jeez!" he complained, even as he sucked in his already rather taut stomach and tried to slide his fingers down between the base of his cock and the device.
 
 "Yup!" she answered cheerfully, even as her own fingers danced over various brass buttons and switches, making sure that the machine was zeroed out and in its default mode. "Can't have you trying to welch out if you lose, now can we? Haha!"
 
 "Um.. speaking of losing.. what exactly are my odds, here?" he asked, gulping nervously again.
 
 "You know, most guys ask that before they put their dicks in this thing." she laughed, even as she patted the numbered wheels at the base of the machine's primary lever.
 
 "Heh hehe.." he laughed with her, though his was noticeably more shaky.
 
 "But anyway, how it works is that one of us pulls this lever here, which makes the number wheels spin." she explained, tapping each polished metal part as she mentioned it. "The three wheels spin for a few moments, and when they stop, you'll know if you're going to be walking away with a couple of free drinks or not."
 
 "Alright.. alright." he nodded, gulping again. "What numbers do I need to roll not to lose?"
 
 "If it starts with a nine and ends with an nine, your dick is gonna be docked. Anything other than that, and you're home free!" she explained, fingering the lever as she looked up at him. "So, nine hundred nine, nine hundred nineteen, nine hundred twenty-nine.. you get the picture."
 
 "That's.. not bad." he admitted, shrugging with only a small frown. "So that's like.. what, one in a hundred odds of losing?"
 
 "There about." she agreed. "There's another number that you'll want to avoid too, but hitting it is even worse odds, so don't worry."
 
 "What's that one?" he couldn't help but ask.
 
 "Flat zeros all the way across." she replied with a wink. "One in a thousand. Almost never see it.. so, are you ready?"
 
 He gulped one last time, then took a deep breath to fortify himself and nodded.
 
 "Y-yes."
 
 "Want to do the honors, or shall I?" she asked him, patting the handle of the lever again.
 
 "You do it." he said. "I don't think I could, right now."
 
 Indeed, his hands were shaking quite badly, as he clenched them into fists at his sides.
 
 "You got it!" she replied cheerfully. "And here.. we.. go!"
 
 She pulled hard on the lever, which was almost but not quite too long for her to easily reach. There was quite a bit of resistance, as there always was, as the lever engaged with the internals of the machine. With a 'Click! Click.. click-click!' of increasing intensity, the numbered wheels spun up until they were a complete blur. A hidden flywheel kept them spinning long after they would have stopped on their own, and it was only gradually that they finally began to slow down.
 
 One by one, first the 'ones' wheel, then the 'tens', and then the 'hundreds' slowed to a stop.. at last revealing..
 
 "Three hundred thirty-nine!" she called out, moving the handle back into its upright position with a quiet metallic ratcheting sound. "Drinks are on the house for the winner!"
 
 The guy, who had gone quite pale when the first wheel had stopped on a nine, laughed in relief as she popped the top of the device open once more. He pulled his manhood out of the brass machine and shook himself, gripping the root of his cock tightly.
 
 She, meanwhile, got to work mixing up his drinks. It only took a few moments, and soon enough she was handing him his winnings.
 
 "Thanks." he said, still sounding rather relieved as he took the two drinks in hand. "Um, how much of my dick would I have lost, if I did lose?"
 
 "Two inches, one for each drink.. unless you were really unlucky." she answered him with a smile. "Oh, and before you leave, one more thing.."
 
 "Yeah..?"
 
 "If it doesn't work out with your date over there, come find me afterward." she said, winking up at him before glancing at his erect cock once more. "My shift ends in a couple hours. You can walk me home after, and maybe we can put that big old thing of yours to good use, huh?"
 
 He flushed beet red at her words, and his cock twitched up and down of its own accord. He looked over his shoulder at his date, then back to her, then over his shoulder again, and then finally back at her.. looking terribly conflicted and horribly aroused the entire time.
 
 "I.. uh.." he stammered, clearly caught in a logic loop between the amazing thing behind him and the sure thing before him. "I.."
 
 "Only if it doesn't work out, though." she clarified with a laugh, shooing him away from the bar. "Go get her, tiger!"
 
 "Heh, t-thanks!" he stammered, still red faced, before he scurried back off to his blind date.
 
 "You're welcome!" she called out to him, even as her next customer stepped up to the bar.
 
 "Drinks? Yes?" she asked him. "Coin or cock?"
 
 It was cock, of course. It almost always was, given the prices listed behind her.
 
 --
 
 Less than an hour later, the guy was back at the bar for more. He had to wait in line this time though, as there were a couple of other guys in front of him.
 
 "Ready?" she asked her current customer, receiving a nod as she finished locking his cock in place. "Want to pull the lever, or shall I?"
 
 "I'll do it." the slight elven man said, breathing deep one last time before he reached out and pulled the lever that would decide the fate of his manhood.
 
 He and both men behind him watched on apprehensively as the number wheels spun, and all three sucked in breath through their teeth when those wheels finally stopped at..
 
 "Ooh.. Nine hundred forty-nine." she called out sympathetically, shaking her head. "That's a loss, I'm afraid."
 
 The first loss that she'd had in almost an hour. The guys coming to her section of the bar had been remarkably lucky this night.. but it seemed like that lucky streak had finally run out.
 
 "Oh, shit!" exclaimed the guy behind the fresh loser. "Man, go double or nothing!"
 
 "No way." the elf denied. "This is my second loss of the night.. if I lose a double or nothing now, I'll barely have anything left!"
 
 "Yeah, but you could win it back!"
 
 "Not worth the risk." the elf repeated, shaking his head firmly before biting his lip and looking down at her. "Do it."
 
 "You got it." she replied, and pressed one of the brass buttons that ran the length of the machine's lid.
 
 Within the device, there was a 'clickety-Click!', and then a sharp 'Snick!'. The elf jumped in place, his breath catching as he inhaled sharply, and with another click, an inch of his cock fell out of the bottom of the device and into a waiting bowl.
 
 "And there we are." she commented, releasing the elf's shortened cock. There was no blood, just a perfectly flat, flesh colored plane where one might otherwise expect the end of his dick to be. The man's thin cock, which was already on the smaller side of such things, now stuck out of his groin only a bare few inches. "I'll have your drink ready in just a moment."
 
 "Damn, dude.." the second man commented, looking down at the elf's much reduced manhood as he stepped back from the machine which had shortened it for him.
 
 "Ah.. at least it was only one drink's worth." he replied, a bit sadly.
 
 "And here you go." she said, as she handed him his drink. "Enjoy!"
 
 "Right.." he muttered unhappily, even as he turned and faded back into the club.
 
 "Alright, next!" she said cheerfully, even as she fished out the one inch section of cock shaft from the bowl in front of her and set it below the bar.. into the deep tub that was full of nearly identical such bits of boy meat.
 
 "Damn.. still need some drinks though." the human man now at the head of the line said reluctantly, even as he thrust forth his own, much more substantial and still fully intact member. "Let's just do it, so I can get back out on the dance floor with my girls quick, hey?"
 
 "Sure thing, my friend." she agreed, locking his manhood into place, exactly where the elf's had been mere moments before. "Two drinks worth, right?"
 
 "Yup."
 
 "You want to pull, or shall I?"
 
 "Go ahead and do it." he replied, glaring down at the brass machine and unconsciously flexing as if he could intimidate it into submission.
 
 The way his toned abs shifted beneath his dark skin made her want to lick him, but she had more important things to attend to. She pulled the lever and the machine's numbered wheels spun 'round and 'round..
 
 "Ohh.." she sighed out, as the numbers finally stopped and the human's dark skin suddenly got much paler as he blanched. "Nine hundred, ninety-nine.. double penalty! Bad luck, my friend.. that's going to be four inches coming off of you, I'm afraid."
 
 "Shit.. no! Double or nothing!" the man exclaimed, panic in his voice at seeing the unfortunate results of his gamble. "Double or nothing!"
 
 "Are you sure?" she asked, as she reset the lever and then drummed her small fingers along it as she peered up at him. "Really sure?"
 
 "Yes!"
 
 "Alright.. here we go then. Good luck!" she stated, as she pulled the lever one more time. 'Click.. click-click!' went the mechanisms, and the wheels spun once more.
 
 "What.. what does he have to get to win?" the young man with the big cock standing behind the first asked, as he peered around the guy's shoulder nervously.
 
 "He's got fifty-fifty odds." she replied, her own eyes locked onto the spinning number wheels. "Anything below five hundred, he wins. Anything over, though.. well, I'm sure you can figure it out."
 
 Slowly, ever so slowly, the numbers came to a halt. The 'ones' and 'tens' first, neither of which actually mattered at all, and then finally the 'hundreds' wheel slid to a stop..
 
 "Eight hundred fifty-three." she called out. "That is a double or nothing loss, I'm afraid."
 
 "No!" the man cried out, looking aghast down at the numbers that spelled out his cock's fate. "Noo!"
 
 "Yep.." she countered, shrugging casually as she began pressing buttons. "That's eight inches you owe now.. hopefully you have enough!"
 
 The man shook his head and began trying to tug himself out of the device, but it was too late. With a 'click-Snick!', the machine took his large cock-head from him. He started in shock at the loss, and the bulbous bit of his member tumbled out and down into the waiting bowl. A second 'snick!' took the first inch of his shaft, and then a third took yet another. Eight times the machine sounded out with a metallic 'snick!', and eight bits of his cock fell out of it each in turn.
 
 "There we go." she said, as she finally released what was left of his manhood from its prison. "Oh, look.. you've even got a little bit left still! Isn't that nice.. well, I'll have your drinks ready for you in just a moment."
 
 Indeed, there was only a bare, squat little stub poking out of the man's groin now, still fairly girthy but less than an inch in length. His expression, as he looked down upon his now nearly empty crotch, was one of pure disbelief.
 
 "And.. here you go!" she chirped happily, as she set his drinks down on top of the bar for him. "Enjoy.. you've earned them after all, haha!"
 
 Still looking utterly numb, the man collected his dearly bought drinks and stumbled off, his useless little nub leading the way back into the rest of the club.
 
 "Well now, you're back!" she observed brightly, shifting her attention to the now quite pale looking young man with the very nice cock.. which happened to be looking a bit wilty for some reason. "How's your date going with long, tall, and gorgeous?"
 
 "Heh.. eh, good?" he replied faintly, hovering his hands over his cock as if to shield it from her. "Um.."
 
 "Need another set of drinks?" she asked, tilting her head forward conspiratorially. "Did she like the last one?"
 
 "Uh.. yeah. Yeah she did, and yeah I do need another."
 
 "Alright, lets get you set up then!" she replied with a firm nod. "Paying with cock again, I presume?"
 
 "Eh.. yes?" he answered, gulping audibly as his throat caught dryly. "What was up with that double penalty thing?"
 
 "Oh.. did I forget to mention that?" she replied, blinking in surprise. "My bad. Yeah, if you roll triple nines, you don't just lose, but lose double.. so that last guy's two inches for two drinks became four inches instead."
 
 "And then he lost a.. double or nothing?" the man asked, licking his lips nervously. "I didn't realize that was a thing either."
 
 "Yeah, that's actually an informal thing that the customers came up with.. it wasn't part of the rules originally." she said with a nod. "Double the bet, and maybe get off scott free.. or maybe lose even more that you would have in the first place. It's risky, but who am I to say no if some guys wants to try his luck with it?"
 
 "Man, eight inches though.."
 
 "Yeah, haha.." she giggled lightly. "..that last guy was really unlucky. It's been awhile since I've seen something like that happen."
 
 "Jeez.."
 
 "Ah, well.. you win some, you lose some." she stated, shrugging casually. "Let me get the club's winnings squared away, then we can get you set up next!"
 
 She grabbed the bowl with the cut up bits of cock in it, and began to empty it into the tub down below. The tip she set off to the side in a separate container, which itself was also almost full of severed cock heads.
 
 "Getting a bit full down here.." she mused to herself, even as the guy watched on with a somewhat strained expression on his face. "Gonna have to swap out to a new tub soon.. It's been busy today!"
 
 "Alright.. let's get you up and ready." she exclaimed, standing back up and frowning over at his floppy dong. "No softies allowed!"
 
 "Sure.." the guy said, once more allowing her to spend a few moments playing with his big, wonderful cock.. which couldn't seem to help but perk right back up at her touch, despite his apparent reservations.
 
 "That looks good.." she observed, her breath tickling over the tip of his cock. "You know the drill this time, so in you go!"
 
 He laid his long, thick manhood back down into the open top of the brass machine. He was visibly reluctant, but he did so anyway.
 
 "Was it just the one drink this time, or two again?" she asked, as she sealed him into the device.
 
 "May as well make it two." he said, his eyes closing for a moment as he readied himself. "Why not, right? You only live once."
 
 "That's the spirit!" she replied, cheering him on. "Ready, then? Shall I pull for you?"
 
 "Why was there no blood?" he asked suddenly, instead of answering her question. "I thought there'd be.. you know, when those guys got the inches they lost cut off of them?"
 
 "Oh, that.. haha, well we use Gnome Knives." she explained, reaching back down to grab the detached cock head of the last man that she'd served. "See? They cut but don't damage."
 
 She showed him the flat, flesh colored plane that ran perpendicular across the width of the shaft, directly behind the flared ridge of the head. A member of the magic and tinker loving race of gnomes had invented knives that could make such clean, bloodless cuts some decades back. The knives even allowed whoever had a bit of themselves 'cut' off in such a manner to still be able to feel what happened to their detached flesh. Apparently the gnome in question had done so in order use his own cut off but still living arm as a convenient back scratcher. Members of the other, saner races had quickly realized the wider potential of the enchanted blades, and thus "Gnome Knives" were born.
 
 "Oh.. like the ones surgeons use." he stated, comprehension dawning across his face.
 
 "Yeah, but this is a much better use to put them to.." she replied with another wink, "..or at least more fun, hah! Less messy, too. Now, are you ready?"
 
 "Yeah.. I guess." he said, closing his eyes again. "Let's do it. Pull the lever."
 
 "You got it.. good luck!" she said, even as she cranked on the lever of the machine.
 
 The wheels spun, their numbers a blur. Long moments passed, as they began to slow down to a stop..
 
 "Well..?" he asked, his tone fearful even as he kept his eyes closed.
 
 "Not quite yet.." she answered him, as the wheels slowed.. slowed.. and then finally stopped.
 
 "Oh.." she sighed dramatically, as he trembled in place with his cock caught in the machine between them.
 
 "Oh no..!" he gasped.
 
 "You win again.. free drinks, on the house!" she stated cheerfully, as she read out the numbers. "Nine hundred two! Let me get them ready for you!"
 
 "Oh, my god.." he breathed, finally opening his eyes. "You scared the crap out of me!"
 
 "Hah!" she laughed, even as she went to work mixing his drinks. "Keep your eyes open next time then, chicken!"
 
 "Very funny.." he grumped. "Are you going to let me out of this thing, or what?"
 
 "Sure, sure.." she replied lightly, even as she handed over his drinks.
 
 With one hand, she began the process of opening the top, while the other she snaked below the machine.. and used to fondle his dangling balls. He jumped as she touched his hot flesh, and she looked up at him mischievously as she groped his soft, pendulously hanging gonads.
 
 "H-hey..!" he protested halfheartedly, even as he squirmed at the attention that she was paying to him.
 
 "See you later, big guy..!" she chirped, as she finally released his manhood. "Good luck with your date!"
 
 "Tease!" he shot back at her, not unhappily, before he collected his drinks and left.
 
 --
 
 The next bit of her shift passed slowly. The music had been turned up, so more customers were out on the dance floor, thus less were coming to see her for drinks. Not to say that she was completely bored, mind you. A steady trickle of guys still came to gamble their cocks in exchange for booze. And she did end up taking an inch or two off of a few of them, but sadly little bits and snips here and there was nowhere near as exciting as taking a man's whole dick from him all at once.
 
 But that was gambling, wasn't it? It was streaky simply by nature.
 
 Still, that just meant that she had more time to people watch. Lots of folk had moved to the dance floor, and most of them were girls. They were pressed together, swaying and shaking to the time of the deep, pulsing beat. Even the multi-colored crystal lights had been dimmed, and those that remained were strobing in time with the music.
 
 She watched as a pale human girl, with blonde hair dyed into a rainbow of pastel cotton candy colors, had the brief bikini top that she'd been wearing practically torn off by her partner. Said partner was a elf, who given her dark blue-black plum coloration, was probably up from the deeps on holiday. She buried her face in the human girl's high, soft breasts, practically feasting on the her pert pink nipples.
 
 And then the crowd shifted, and the sight of the two girls grinding against each other faded from view. Other similar little tableau presented themselves, usually briefly, as the dancers surged and turned along with the music. Turning her view to the tables, she spotted one of the club's most regular returning customers.
 
 A massive orc, who must have had a sprinkling of ogre ancestry in his heritage somewhere given his sheer size, sat in his regular spot against the wall behind one of the round corner tables. He glittered with shining jewelry and was surrounded by his usual bevy of attractive female groupies, a spread of practically every race to be found amongst his admirers.
 
 His table was, as always, full of fresh drinks. He'd never gambled to gain them though, or even came up to the bar to pay for them himself. Instead, he always sent a pair or triplet of his girls to go collect another round.. paid for by a fat, polished, pretty, and most of all valuable gold coin that he pressed into their hands. A single coin like that was more than enough to pay for even a dozen of the club's over priced beverages. He must have spent thousands of such gold coins over the years at the establishment, and yet his hoard seemed as bottomless as ever.
 
 Which was just too bad.. because she'd absolutely love to have his monster cock in her hands. Though considering that it probably weighed a significant proportion of her own body mass, her hands would be the only way that she could enjoy it! Not that she'd let such a specimen of male perfection be frittered away on something as frivolous as gambling for booze in any case.
 
 Wiping away the drool that had accumulated after gazing upon the big orc, she glanced around back at the bar. No men were waiting to be served, but she did see a merfolk that she'd sold a skewer of bar snacks to a bit earlier. The girl, glittering slightly in her blue-green translucent scales and nothing else, sat at the bar a few stools down, nibbling delicately on the chunks of rare meat that made up her kebab. She'd seasoned and grilled up the meat for the mermaid herself only a few minutes ago, and was glad to see that her efforts were being appreciated by the hungry, carnivorous young woman.
 
 Said girl waved at her, smiling prettily as their eyes met as she took another bite of her juicy skewered meat. She waved back, then returned her attention to the dance floor.. just in time to see the young human with the big cock and the tall, pretty orc girl dancing out onto the edge of the crowd.
 
 The woman's blood must have been up, because she was holding and grinding on the poor boy fairly intensely. She even pushed him down to his knees, right there out on the dance floor, and mounted his face. She rode him, rolling her hips against him in time with the beat of the music, surrounded by all the other dancers. Most of which were other women, who cheered the tall, athletic girl on with whoops and jeers as she made her date service her in public.
 
 Not that he seemed to mind being used in such a way overly much, given the state of his massive, erect cock and the way her clutched at her ample hips and thighs with his hands and arms. Such acts were not common exactly in the club, but neither were they particularly rare either. Sex on the dance floor was discouraged, if only because it would get in the way of those who wanted to actually dance, but not prohibited.
 
 All in all, it was a pretty typical night in the club. Lots of pretty girls, lots of alcohol, the scent of sex in the air, and finally lots of horny guys willing to gamble their manhoods away in order to chase after all three.
 
 She did so enjoy her job.
 
 --
 
 Her human friend with the big, juicy dick came back one last time before her shift ended. He looked like he was fresh from the dance floor, flushed and sweaty and tired, and his face was messy and sticky with the remnants of what had probably been a very nice orgasm for his date. His cock was also rock hard and throbbing.
 
 "Looks like things are going well." she observed, grinning up at him and receiving a wide smile back in return.
 
 "Yeah!" he said enthusiastically. "She wants another round of drinks, then we're going to go back to her place!"
 
 "Awesome. Way to go, champ!" she said, genuinely happy for the guy. "She'll make a man out of you yet."
 
 "Or break me beneath her." he replied with a laugh, sounding not at all unhappy at the idea. "Man, this place is great. I wish I'd come here sooner!"
 
 "Well, now you know." she said. "So, two drinks? Paying with your cock again?"
 
 "Yeah." he said, sidling up to the bar eagerly, thrusting his very, very erect cock out for her.
 
 "Easy there, tiger. I don't think you need any help from me this time.." she laughed, even as she opened up the top of the device in her bar. "Actually, it looks like if I touch that thing at all, it might pop in my face!"
 
 "Ah haha!" he chuckled a bit manically. "You're probably right.. the dance floor left me a bit on edge. Probably best not to risk it!"
 
 "Well, just drop it in there, and we'll get you your drinks." she instructed him, gesturing towards the open top of the machine.
 
 His cock slid in, and the fit was a bit more snug this time, given just how aroused and erect he was. So much so that he winced visibly when she slapped the lid closed again.
 
 "Yesh.. that smarts." he complained, tone still jovial.
 
 "Well, after this, you won't have to worry about it anymore." she said, as she grabbed for the lever. "Shall I?"
 
 "Yeah.. do it." he said, nodding firmly.
 
 She pulled the lever, and set the numbered wheels spinning for him for the third time, for the last time.
 
 "Whoo.. it's scary.." he observed, as they watched the wheels begin to slow down. "Each time, it's scary.. you know? But kind of a rush, too."
 
 "You seem a bit more confident this time, though." she replied, quirking an eyebrow up at him challengingly.
 
 "Well, it'll all be over after this one, and I can go home with my date." he said, his excited grin surfacing once more. "Man, I can't wait.. she's soo hot!"
 
 Which was exactly when the last wheel stopped..
 
 "Wow.. now THAT is some bad luck right there." she observed, looking down at the numbers, which read three zeroes all in a row.
 
 "Wha.. what? No.. no way!" he protested. "Are you kidding me!?"
 
 "Yeah.. man, sorry big guy.." she sighed, shaking her head ruefully. "But that is a big, fat zip. Triple zero, full forfeit."
 
 "What do you mean, full forfeit?" he asked, already leaning backwards as if to try to tug himself free from the predicament that his cock was in.
 
 "That means full.." she explained slowly, as she walked her small fingers along the top of the device, right above and along the trapped length of his cock. "..forfeit. You don't lose only an inch, or two, or even four.. You lose it all, the whole thing, right down to the root."
 
 "But.. guh, wha.. No. No, that's not fair.. that's..!" he sputtered, shaking his head in denial.
 
 "Sorry.. them's the rules, I'm afraid." she said, even as she moved her fingers to lay atop the device, right above a big button that rested directly over the base of his cock.
 
 "Wait.. wait..!" he cried out frantically. "Double or nothing! Double or nothing!"
 
 She hesitated, barely aborting her press of the button that would've taken his entire cock off, then looked up at him skeptically.
 
 "Are you sure about that?" she asked him slowly, raising an eyebrow questioningly. "Really, really sure about that?"
 
 He panted for a moment, his chest and stomach heaving, his eyes wild as he looked down at her desperately.
 
 "Yeah.. yeah, I can't lose my cock.. Not now! Not when I'm so close!" he said. "Double.. or nothing!"
 
 "You can't lose double your cock, if you're already losing the whole thing.." she observed, watching his face closely. "..which means that it'll be your balls on the block too, if you lose. You understand that, right?"
 
 She snaked one of her arms below the device and cradled the guy's testicles again, bouncing his enormous gonads in her small hand for emphasis. She could feel his rapid heartbeat thrumming throughout his body, pulsing strong even through this lowest section of his manhood.
 
 "..Yeah." he repeated, his voice hoarse and cracking from stress. "Double or nothing.."
 
 "I.. Like it!" she exclaimed, standing up straight and giving him a big grin. "Shooting for the moon! Let's do it!"
 
 She cranked the lever of the brass machine upright once more, then gripped its handle firmly.
 
 "Ready, my man? This one is going to be for all of the marbles!" she said, excitement gripping her as she practically bounced in place. "Both figurative AND literal, in this case."
 
 The guy, whose entire manhood was now completely at her mercy, could only nod wordlessly. So, she pulled on the lever as hard as she had ever done, and spun the numbered wheels that would determine the fate of his cock and balls.
 
 Around and around, faster than she'd ever seen them go before, the wheels spun. At stake, the man's entire sexual future.. And his odds? Dire. It was a flip of the coin now, whether he would go home tonight as an intact man, and have fantastic sex with his beautiful date.. or, whether he would lose it all, and go home with nothing between his legs but shame.
 
 It was so exciting! As hard as his heart had been beating, her own was fluttering equally rapidly.. because it had been absolutely ages since she'd last had man make this large of a wager.. at least a couple of weeks, in fact! And win or lose, the results in the end would thrill her for the rest of the night.
 
 Slowly.. oh so slowly, the wheels began to wind down. Barely audible, the internals of the machine ticked down as the first numbered wheel eased to a halt..
 
 "A one.." she commented, as they both watched with bated breath as the second wheel also came to a stop.
 
 "zero and one.." she breathed, even though the first two numbers wouldn't really matter in the end. Truly, it all came down to the 'hundreds' wheel.. if it was four or less, the man could keep his cock and balls. But, if it was five or more, he would lose them instead.
 
 'tick-tick-tick, tick, tick..' the wheel clicked quietly, as it finally stopped spinning.
 
 "Five hundred and one." she declared, shaking her head. "Wow, that was a close one, huh? You almost made it.. just two over! What bad luck."
 
 The guy only looked down at the numbers he was seeing with a tragic expression on his face, as if he could will them away if he stared hard and long enough at them.
 
 "Welp.. ready to lose it?" she asked, giving him a sympathetic half smile. "May as well get it over with, right?"
 
 "Nnn.." he groaned, as if he couldn't get any words past the lump that had visibly risen in his throat. "Nnnn... nnoo.."
 
 "Yep.." she said, nodding firmly. "..here we go!"
 
 He made a brief, abortive motion with his hands, as if to grab her and stop her, but it was too late. She pressed the largest brass button on the machine, the one right in the center that had a big 'X' mark right across the middle of it.
 
 The machine made a 'clickety-Clack!' sound as something within activated, then there was a sharp, loud 'Shprunkt!' as the sound of something metal and heavy clanging against something else that was also metal and heavy emanated out from it. She could even feel the vibrations of the impact shuddering up the machine through the button that she had just pressed.
 
 The guy in front of her squeaked, as if he'd tried to inhale sharply but couldn't, and then stumbled away back from the bar..
 
 ..with a completely bare and empty crotch. His cock and balls were just gone, practically without a trace. The only remnants left of them was a curiously flat plane of smooth flesh where they would have normally been hanging.
 
 "Well, that takes care of that." she said, dusting her hands off in satisfaction. "I'll make your drinks up for you now, shall I?"
 
 She did just that, while the guy just stood there and stared down at himself.. seeming lost for words at the sudden and dramatic changes in his fortunes and prospects.
 
 "Here you go.." she said, pushing the two tall glasses over the bar top toward him. "I made them extra strong for you this time.. I think you might need it. You did pay a heck of a price, after all!"
 
 He only whimpered, as he looked at the two drinks that had ended up costing him so dearly. She, on the other hand, got busy opening up the machine and extracting the club's newest prize.
 
 "Well, would you look at that.." she giggled, as she pried the still very, very erect cock and big, bouncing set of balls out of the device. "What a set! I just might sneak these things out with me after I get off my shift and take them home with me tonight."
 
 She lifted up the massive male member, and gave its tip a kiss.. causing it to quiver in her hands and the man to jump in place.
 
 "Just kidding.. this thing belongs to the club, now!" she said, bouncing the big piece of meat in her hands happily.
 
 "H-hey.. I can still feel it." he said, his eyes wide. "Why can I still feel it?"
 
 "I said that you would, didn't I? Gnome Knives, remember?" she said, grinning up at him cheekily. "This big old thing of yours will stay perfectly fresh until we finally put it to use."
 
 "What.. what are you going to use it for..?" he asked warily.
 
 "Well, we make half our money off selling drinks to those who can actually afford to buy them, and the other half we make from selling bar snacks." she explained, winking at him again. "And we need to get the ingredients for those snacks from somewhere.. thankfully, you boys seem all too happy to provide!"
 
 "No.. not that." he begged, his eyes going even wider. "No. Please.. let me have it back!"
 
 "Nah, a bet's a bet." she said, waiving him off. "Sorry, but you lost. No take backs allowed. Club policy."
 
 "But.." he tried protesting again.
 
 "Enjoy your drinks and the rest of your evening, sir." she said very firmly, and looked pointedly over his shoulder toward the table his date still sat waiting at.
 
 Left unsaid were the words 'now run along and don't embarrass yourself any further', but he seemed to understand. He shrank into himself at her tone, almost deflating, and meekly collected his drinks and scampered off. She couldn't help but giggle again when he almost tripped over his own feet as she gave his detatched cock and balls one last fondle and squeeze. Then she placed her latest winnings under the bar along with the rest of the meat.
 
 --
 
 It was less than a minute later, as she was busy wiping down the bar top, when she heard a loud guffaw of laughter resound throughout the club. Looking over toward the source, she saw the guy whose cock and balls she had just taken standing before a table with a pair of drinks in hand. The table's only other occupant, the tall, athletic, reddish-orange skinned orc girl who was his date, was doubled over with laughter, pointing with one hand at his groin..
 
 ..his utterly and pathetically empty groin. The girl seemed to find the fact of her date's emasculation hilarious, given the way she was pounding on the table.
 
 The guy, who had already been rather put out about the loss of his manhood, only wilted further under his date's scorn. The drink he offered her was snatched out of his hand, but that didn't seem to lessen the onslaught of her laughter in the slightest. Instead, she tilted it up and drained the whole thing in one go, then stood up and left the table.. all the while still laughing. The orc's date made to follow her, but hung his head instead when she waved him off dismissively.
 
 Well, who could blame the girl? She'd probably been looking forward to a nice, long ride on the guy's big fat cock all night, and then he'd gone and lost the thing. After all, what use was a man who couldn't give a girl a good time?
 
 Said girl floated through the room for a bit on her long, strong and luscious legs, still idly chuckling, until she wound up at the bar.. right in front of her section.
 
 "Hey, hot stuff.." she greeted the girl, eyeing up the damn near divine bounty of the (much) taller woman's pillowy breasts. "..need a drink?"
 
 "Nah.. I just had one." the woman said, her light, lyrical accent marking her as coming from one of the eastern mountain rock tribes.. as if her pale red-orange skin hadn't been enough of an indicator of that anyway. "I could actually do with something to eat, you know? Been dancing a lot, worked up an appetite."
 
 "Gotcha. Want something light? Something heavy? Something greasy and salty?" she said, hooking her thumb over her shoulder at the wall again.
 
 "Hmm.. let me take a look at your menu." the woman said, her eyes sliding over the glass shelves full of alcohol and the booze list to land on the bar snacks list. "Ooh.. a kebab or five sounds good."
 
 "Lots of fresh meat for those available." she commented, as the woman continued to browse. "Also have veggies too, if you're a vegan or something."
 
 "Hah, funny girl." the woman replied, waving the idea of a vegan orc aside as the nonsense it was. "What is 'The Special'? I see it listed and the price.. which is very high by the way, but it doesn't say what it is.. just that it is only 'When Available'?"
 
 "Ah, now that's a little something that we can't always offer, I'm afraid." she replied. "It's like a regular kebab, only with one large bit of prime meat instead of a row of smaller chunks."
 
 She flicked a hand over to the grill set up a bit down the bar from her, on which were several skewers of meat sizzling away merrily over the coals. Each cylindrical chunk of meat was about an inch long, and a half dozen graced every little wooden skewer.
 
 "Hmm.. yeah, some kebabs sound, and smell, perfect." the orc girl repeated, inhaling deeply of the juicy, aromatic scents wafting up off of the cooking meat. "Those are a bit dinky though, I'll need a lot of them.."
 
 "I can do that for you.." she nodded, before grinning conspiratorially up at the much larger woman. "..or I can make one of those Specials up for you! We just got in a nice, thick cut of very prime meat. It'll be a bit expensive, but it's totally worth it.. trust me!"
 
 "Well.. why not, haha!" the woman said, slapping her hand on the bar top in a good natured manner. "I could use some good meat right now.. I was hoping to take some home with me, but that didn't work out, unfortunately."
 
 "Sure thing, coming right up!" she agreed excitedly, fishing around down below the bar for the meat that she had just recently placed down there.. and hauling up the cock and balls of the man she'd emasculated only a few minutes ago.
 
 The orc woman looked down approvingly at the sizeable manhood filling up her hands, then blinked and did a double take.. before roaring out in laughter once again.
 
 "Is that..? Are you the little goblin my stupid date was complaining about? Haha! And now you sell me the meat you tricked him out of? This is very funny!"
 
 "Trick, snick." she replied, sticking her tongue out then winking up at the taller woman. "He knew what he was getting into. He's got no one to blame but himself."
 
 "I thought the idiot was buying our drinks, not gambling himself for them." the orc said, shaking her head with a sigh as her laughter faded, even as she pushed a handful of silver coins across the bar top. "I was looking forward to taking him home.. His body small and weak.. but his cock? Ah, long and strong.. too bad he lost it, like an idiot."
 
 "Well, at least this way you get to enjoy it anyway." she said, collecting the coins. She then pulled out a much longer and larger skewer from below the bar, this one made of sturdy, shining steel instead of disposable wood.
 
 The orc girl watched on as she ran the thick piece of metal all the way down the urethra of the detached cock. The cock that both of them would have preferred to enjoy in other, more carnal ways had fortune's winds blown in another direction instead that night. Then she pushed the wickedly sharp tip of the skewer into and through each firm, heavy testicle. The end results were several pounds of prime man meat impaled neatly onto well over a foot of unyielding steel.
 
 "There we go.. looks good already, doesn't it?" she said, holding the spitted meat up for inspection.
 
 "Yes.. yes it does." the orc said, licking her lips. "Almost good enough to eat raw."
 
 "I do that, sometimes." she admitted to the other woman with a wicked little mischievous grin. "When no one is looking and a particularly small and pathetic bit of boy meat comes my way. I pop it into my mouth and chew on it the rest of the night like gum.. you should see how the guys squirm when they feel it, haha! Especially when I finally swallow!"
 
 "You ARE a naughty girl." the orc said, shaking her head but not sounding displeased. "But probably is best to cook up such a big piece of meat.. maybe too much all raw."
 
 "I agree.. plus, this way you get some tasty seasonings!" she replied. "Any preferences?"
 
 "Surprise me. I'm sure whatever you pick will be good." the orc answered agreeably.
 
 "You got it."
 
 She basted the big set of cock and balls with a nice, spicy marinade after that, then set them to cook on the grill. There was a strangled cry as the meat first touched the hot metal bars with a sizzle, and both of them looked back over the orc's shoulder for the source of the sound.
 
 Still sitting alone at the table was the guy whose cock was now busy cooking up, hunched over and grasping at his crotch desperately.. all while starting to cry. No doubt the feeling of his manhood being burnt alive was quite exquisitely painful, and he surely would give up nearly anything to have it stop.. but he didn't have a say in the matter any more. He'd had his chance, and gambled it away for a few drinks.
 
 "Idiot." the man's former date commented acidly, before dismissing him once more and turning back to the bar.
 
 "Yup, but boys will be boys." she commented idly, as she flipped a few other skewers over and pulled another set off entirely. She handed the freshly cooked meat sticks to an eager pair of elven sisters sitting a few stools down, who dug in happily to their meal. "Good thing too, or we wouldn't have anything to eat!"
 
 "Yes, but the boys should allow me to use them once or twice before they go and get themselves cooked up!" the beautiful orc complained, thumping the bar top again in annoyance. "Wasteful!"
 
 "Hah, tell me if you still think that after you get a bite of this." she countered, as she flipped the metal skewer full of roasting man meat over, to the sounds of another fresh sizzle and distant sob. "Boys have their uses, I'll admit.. but they're truly at their best when basted and broiled!"
 
 They made idle chatter for a few more minutes, as the big orc woman's meal cooked. The other skewers of meat came off the grill in the mean time, handed off to happy, hungry girls, and several more fresh ones were added as well for new orders. It seemed that quite a few of the girls now crowding the bar had recently come off of the dance floor, and all of them were a bit famished.. and wouldn't you know it, but freshly grilled man meat was just the thing to hit the spot for many of them.
 
 "Aaannd.. here you go!" she said, once the large kebab finally finished cooking. It was dripping with hot, spicy sauce, still sizzling and steaming, and smelled absolutely delightful. Her own mouth couldn't help but water as she handed over the plate full of freshly cooked boy meat. "Enjoy your meal!"
 
 "Ahh.. oh, hot..! hot!" the orc complained as she tried to eat her food immediately only to almost burn her tongue. "Guess I'll have to wait a moment."
 
 While the taller woman waited for her food to cool, she stood up on her toes in order to take a glance over the orc's shoulder. Far behind the girl, still slumped over at the same table, was the semi-conscious form of the woman's former date. She narrowed her eyes at him in annoyance. He wasn't buying anything any more, wasn't dancing or drinking.. he was just taking up space that another paying customer could be using instead! With a flick of her wrists toward the door, she caught the attention of one of the bouncers and pointed them in his direction. Soon enough, a pair of the muscular girls had the limp form of the emasculated man between them, their elbows hooked under his armpits as they dragged the now useless boy-lump out through a side door.
 
 With the trash taken care off, she dismissed him from her mind and looked back to her bar.. where her latest customer was picking up her meal once more.
 
 "Have some water.." she said, sliding the orc woman a full glass. "You might need it anyway.. the sauce I used will give the meat quite a kick, haha!"
 
 "Thank you.. oh, this IS nice. Very spicy, but good!" the taller woman said, as she began tentatively nibbling just the very tip of her Special, which was cooling slightly faster than the rest of the thick portion of meat. "Mm.."
 
 It took several minutes, but the statuesque beauty was patient after her first impulsive bite, and slowly but surely the kebab of meat began to disappear into her mouth. Her sharp teeth made quick work of the meal, cute little tusks just barely poking up past her lips as she chewed. As it cooled, she began taking larger and larger bites, until finally she was ripping whole chunks from the middle of the shaft, cooing delightedly at the juices rolling over her tongue.
 
 "Doing alright?" she asked the woman a minute later, after seeing her pause for a moment to slowly chew on the last bit of cock she had stripped from the skewer.
 
 "Yes, but growing a bit full.." the orc complained halfheartedly. "This was more meat than I expected.. now I'm even more disappointed that I didn't get to enjoy it fully before eating it!"
 
 "Hah! Well, at least you saved the best for last." she replied with a little laugh. "Nothing quite a like having a nice big ball pop inside your mouth, that's for sure!"
 
 The orc only grunted in agreement, then returned to her meal. Like with the cock head and shaft before them, the man's cooked balls stood no chance of withstanding her strong teeth. She groaned in contentment as she chomped into the first big nut, which was seasoned liberally with hot, fragrant marinade.
 
 "Too.. too much." she heard the woman sigh a few moments later, as she pushed away the not quite empty skewer. Upon it still sat one plump testicle, the final remains of the man's detached and cooked genitals. "I shouldn't eat another bite."
 
 "Aww, full up? I can wrap that up in a to-go bag for you, if you like." she said, patting the woman on one of her firm, muscular arms.
 
 "No.. no. Leftovers are no good." the woman shook her head, even as she patted her lean, taut stomach. "You eat."
 
 "Me?" she asked, blinking in surprise. "Are you sure?"
 
 "Yes, go ahead. Better than going to waste.." the woman replied. "Plus.. you harvested and cooked the meat.. so you should at least get a taste."
 
 "Well, thank you very much." she replied sweetly, genuinely pleased at the offer. "Don't mind if I do!"
 
 As she expected, the big, plump testicle was utterly delicious. It was far too big to fit into her mouth whole, but made a satisfyingly loud and meaty squelch when she bit into one side of it with her own sharp teeth anyway. Spicy, savory, and musky, it was perfect.. and she couldn't help but groan as the flavors flooded across her tongue.
 
 Naturally, the taste of a man's perfectly cooked meat in her mouth did the expected. She flushed with arousal as her body responded as it always did when receiving such a treat.
 
 "Ahh.. I'll admit, I was kind of hoping that you'd have dumped him and found someone more your speed, despite his fantastic cock." she said to the orc, as she nibbled on the meat that she'd taken from the man. "I offered to take him home and fuck him stupid if you did, but apparently he already was! Haha!"
 
 "Hah, well at least you have good taste, like me." the orc replied, regarding her speculatively.
 
 "Not quite as good as he had, though." she said, as she finished off the last bit of ball meat and set down the now empty skewer.
 
 They both laughed at that, the aftertaste of the man's sex lingering in their mouths.
 
 "Where do you live?" the orc asked suddenly, the taller woman's beautiful eyes gazing down intently at her.
 
 "Just around the corner from the club.. why?" she replied.
 
 "You take me there." the orc stated as she stood.. heck, practically ordered her.
 
 She blinked up at the much taller, utterly gorgeous girl.
 
 "Seriously?" she couldn't help but ask, blatantly eyeing up the woman's firm, athletic body.
 
 "Yes. Meat in belly, fire in loins." the orc replied, her accent going a bit guttural, a bit feral as her blood began to work back up due to the rich meal that she'd just consumed. "No boy to fuck, so we go to your home and do it ourselves."
 
 "Damn girl, sure.. why not!" she replied happily. "I get off in about twenty minutes, can you wait that long?"
 
 "No." the woman replied shortly, before the big orc reached over the bar and picked her up bodily.
 
 "Oh no.. I'm being goblin-napped!" she protested dryly, even as she giggled at the feel of the other woman's strong, strong arms around her as she was thrown over a muscular shoulder and carried off.
 
 "Hey, somebody watch the those kebabs!" she shouted back at the bar, toward her laughing coworkers as they passed through the club's front door. She waved to the bouncers, who only rolled their eyes at her antics. "Bye, girls!"
 
 The rest of the night turned out to be even better than the previous bits had been.. if rather taxing, given just how athletic and enthusiastic her new orcish friend was. But a few bite marks and bruises never hurt anyone, and she did her best to give as good as she got.
 
 Long, long into the night they made love.. their arousal fueled and amplified by the meat digesting in the bellies, the cock and balls they had taken from one foolish, unlucky man.
 
END Cocktail Bar
 
Author's Note:
 
 Finally got another story finished! I managed to get the whole thing out in one binge session, which makes me happy. I hope you enjoy it. I took inspiration from several images during the imagining and writing of this one, which I will share links to here if anyone cares to see them.
 
 First is the image that planted the seed for this idea, of a goblin girl bartender by Roxxxan of HentaiFoundry: https://www.hentai-foundry.com/pictures/user/Roxxxan/1041971/goblin-bartender
 
 Second is the inspiration for the orc girl's looks and the dance floor scene, a YouTube short called "Feel the Beat" by Minus8: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WGHNalEFt_Q
 
 And finally a small drawing that I like because boobs which is where the briefly appearing rainbow haired girl's description came from, by Doxy of HentaiFoundry: https://www.hentai-foundry.com/pictures/user/doxy/233475/Dash-Boobs