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Well Hung 
by Hans von Lieven (no address provided)

***

A vain young man is intrigued by a beautiful young 
woman at the beach and takes her up on her invitation 
for sculpt a likeness of his sexual organs for her 
collection. (FM, v, extreme) 

***

There was no doubt about it, Marvin was exceptionally 
well hung. There was also no doubt that Marvin was 
very proud of what nature had handed him so 
generously. It was just as well, he had little else to 
offer. Had it not been for his wealthy parents he 
would have found life tough going. 

As it was however, Marvin could afford to strut around 
at the beach all day, wearing his custom made swimming 
trunks designed to display his assets in a favorable 
fashion. He was keenly aware of the admiring looks the 
bulge in his pants was receiving. There was never any 
shortage of applicants for his talent; in this 
department Marvin did very well. Life was good.

Today was no different. He was going through his usual 
routine showing himself off when he noticed her. She 
just sat there staring unashamedly at his crotch. He 
could see her nipples harden under the thin fabric of 
her bikini top.

'God, she's beautiful,' Marvin thought as he walked 
towards her stopping no more than three feet in front 
of her.

Without taking the eyes of his asset she said in a 
husky voice, trembling with excitement, "My name is 
Olivia, I collect dicks. I want to add yours to my 
collection."

For a moment Marvin was stunned. He had heard many 
opening lines but this was new.

"Go on don't be shy." She looked up at him and smiled. 
"Sit down, have a beer and tell me your name." With 
that she reached into her Esky, withdrew a couple of 
cans of VB and offered him one. Still somewhat numb 
Marvin accepted the can and sat down.

"I'm Marvin," he said unsteadily. "What's this about 
your collection?"

Olivia looked at him and laughed. She reached for him 
and sensuously traced an imaginary pattern on his 
chest. The bulge in Marvin's pants began to twitch.

"I told you I collect dicks," she explained, "I 
believe I have the best penis collection in the world. 
I want you to pose for me. If you do I make it worth 
your while. I will bring you off like you have never 
come off before. I guarantee it."

"This must be my lucky day!" Marvin said, much more 
confident now. He had run into artists before and it 
would not be the first time his penis had been 
immortalized on canvas.

"I don't live very far from here, why don't we hop 
into my car and have a drink at my place," Olivia 
winked at him.

Minutes later her Ferrari was following a narrow 
driveway to a sandstone mansion at the edge of the 
water.

"You must be doing very well," remarked Marvin.

"Well enough to indulge," she laughed.

When Olivia and Marvin entered the large lobby Marvin 
froze. He had never seen anything like it. The walls 
were covered with trophies, the way a hunter might 
display his prize catches, but instead of the usual 
animals heads the mounts displayed a fully erect 
penis, complete with scrotum and pubic hair, 
delicately sculptured in some unknown material. Each 
mount had a small brass plaque with a name and a date 
beneath it.

Olivia took him by the hand and led him through her 
home. Every race, every nationality was represented on 
the walls of the twenty or so rooms that she showed 
him. There must have been some five hundred mounts in 
all.

Strange though they were, they were beautiful. The 
artist had painstakingly reproduced every vein, every 
skin fold, even the tiniest flaws in texture and the 
smallest hair. The result was incredibly life like.

Marvin's self-confidence feeling returned. He could 
see why Olivia had wanted him to pose. He could hold 
his own even amongst the most outstanding specimens on 
display.

They were in the living room. Olivia poured Marvin a 
drink. The strong alcohol felt good. He felt himself 
relax. Olivia excused herself and left the room. 
Marvin felt happy. He leaned back and closed his eyes 
for a moment. When he opened them again he found 
himself strapped to a table in a brightly lit room, 
unable to move.

Olivia, stark naked, was removing a towel from a 
trolley. She was breathing in short excited gasps. 
Underneath the towel was an array of surgical 
instruments. Olivia picked up a scalpel, testing its 
sharpness against her thumb.

"These are funny tools for a sculptor," Marvin said 
uneasily, his senses returning to him rapidly.

"But Marvin," she said sweetly as the scalpel bit into 
his groin, "I am not a sculptress, I'm a 
taxidermist..."

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any
of the scenarios in this story should seriously 
consider seeking professional help.
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