The Fucking Tables of the Past
An original Story by Nathan
A young night watchman at the museum tries out the "Fucking Table" for his birthday
The Fucking Tables of the Past; 5th Letter
Dear Mikal,
Wow! That was so wild. I hope that bastard got what he deserved. Still, I’m sure those parties and castration contests were pretty intense affairs. Anyway, thanks for sharing it with me.
I HAVE to tell you what happened this past weekend! It appears that at our local museum a college kid actually castrated himself! I kid you not! I mean, I was over at the museum yesterday, and the museum curator, being a friend of mine, let me watch the security tape of the “accident.” It seems the local papers picked up the story, so you might see something if it gets into the API. Anyway, sure as shit, this guy did it and while it’s a tragedy, it’s still one of the hottest tapes I’ve ever seen.
They hired him about a month ago to be one of the night security guards. They had one guy already, but added this college kid to the staff because he had worked for a burglar alarm company the previous summer. He was looking for part time work, as he is going to school full time at the local university, and the museum needed someone to work just the weekends to cover the nights when the regular guy was off duty.
Anyway, his name is Thomas Criker, and the funny part is that it was his birthday! Yeah, just turned twenty! Can you imagine? What a birthday present to give yourself! He actually castrated himself Monday morning, at 4:47am to be exact! Everything’s right on tape, clear as day, crystal clear and in living color! He’s really cute too, and seems such a waste. Happy Birthday Tommy! LOL. I just wish I could send you the tape, but there is no way the curator will give out a copy. Part of the reason is museum security, and part of it is that it’s just such an extreme tape. Still, oh wow, I’ll try and tell you about it.
This Criker kid was hired, like I said, just about a month ago, to work the weekends. All he was supposed to do was walk through the museum during the night hours when the museum was closed; making sure that no one came in or bothered any of the artifacts.
Looking a him though I think she hired him because he looks so hot! I mean, God, he has the perfect body, and he has obviously been working out at the gym, toning it and perfecting it. He has the “V” shape that all men dream of, you know, with the flat stomach, the firm pecs, small tight nips, and a waist that is small and tight. God, to be twenty again! Anyway, he’s a hunk, plain and simple, and supposedly he has a girlfriend that is equally as attractive.
At the museum they run a security tape machine that records continuously for twenty-four hours, covering every room in the place. The museum daytime security staff changes the tapes everyday, and they put in a new tape for each day of the week. So, they always can go back a week if they find something missing or damaged. Well, guess what? This young man was really fascinated by the “Fucking Table” and that’s what did him in!
Unfortunately, there aren’t any tapes from any of the previous weeks immediately after he was hired, so we can only speculate about when his fascination with the table began. But this much is for sure...on Saturday night, the night before he castrated himself, you see him on the tape coming into the room where the table is located. He goes right up to it, and starts to feel the table....rubbing his hand in the table’s hole, feeling the fur. At the same time he is gripping the front of his pants, rubbing himself in his crotch, and pretty soon he’s sporting a massive erection that is jutting out his jeans.
He looks around the room, as if to give a final check, and then you see him undo his jeans, and drop them to his knees. He jerks down his boxer shorts too, and his massive erection just juts up, stiff, hard as a piece of metal, and pointed out at about a 45 degree angle. God he is big—I’d estimate at least a ten inch pole!
Then, he just grabs the table and pulls himself up, onto it, and slides his massive erection right down into the hole. When he does he groans...on the tape he says “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, oh yeah that feels so fucking hot.” I had to laugh! Anyway, sure as shit, he starts humping the table, moving those perfect hips up and down, grinding his manhood into the fur lined hole.
He’s a talker too, talking the entire time as he masturbates on the table. It isn’t running or anything, but he is really into it. Here is the just of what he is saying: “Oh yeahhhhhhhhh, God....oh please....let me out.....oh plese....urghhhhhhhhhhhhhh, oh God...it feels so good. Yeah....unstrap me....don’t...don’t castrate me. Oh please!!!!”
He just keeps fucking the table. His hands are holding the straps that were used to secure the hands when it was used for real. His jeans are down to his knees, so you can see his perfect ass, as he bobs it up and down, pumping his cock in and out of that hole. It doest take him very long, and then he yells “Oh GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!” and then he’s grunting out, really loud, as he shoots this massive wad onto the floor beneath the table.
The camera caught it all on tape. He just grunts and grunts, his wad, massive, and the strings of cum shoot out with a tremendous intensity. He’s got a hell of a load, a huge wad that any guy would be really proud of. Anyway, finally, he finishes, and then he gets off of it, and pulls his pants up, stuffing his cock back inside with some difficulty. Right away you can see him clean up his mess, and then he leaves the room and makes another round through the museum as if nothing had happened.
Well, guess what? About five hours later he comes back, to the table, and you see him looking it over again. This time he actually took the cord and plugged it in, and you can see the table’s mechanism turning and you hear the whirring of the twist wheel as it spins below.
He watches the machine for a long time. He’s eating his lunch, sitting on it, and just munching down on a sandwich. You can see him looking at the table and you can tell he’s really enthralled with it running. After he finishes eating the sandwich, he grabs an apple, and then, before he bites into it, he just sort of stops and looks at it instead. Then, well, he puts the apple down and gets off of the table and shuts it down, and then disappears for a second from view.
He comes back a few seconds later, with some wire, and the next thing you can see he is taking the wire and threading it down through the guide hole and onto the machine. His body blocks what he is doing then, but when he steps away you can see that he has slipped the wire around an apple from his lunch and its just sitting there on the table. He makes the wire really short, and twist the apple by hand a few tiems to cinch up the wire tight. Then, sure as shit, he plugs in the machine!
Well, he starts rubbing his crotch again, while the machine is running, and he’s touching the apple and feeling the wire and rubbing the front of his jeans at the same time. Then, sure as shit, he unhooks his belt, and then his big cock jumps out, for the second time that night, right into view.
Well, he works his cock, up and down, sliding the skin as he watches the wire and the apple and listens to the machine purring along. It takes a while, even with the wire as tight as he started it with. At one point he picks up the apple to see if anything is happening, and still, as short as he made it, the wire is still long enough that he can move the apple several inches off the table. All the time the wire is twisting, as the clock on the machine is moving, and after a while you can see that the wire is starting to slice its way into the apple.
He says “OH GOD....” when that happens, and then he really starts stroking his cock with earnest. He’s yelling, grunting as the wire is cutting its way through the apple, and just as it literally slices the piece of fruit in two, he screams out “FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK” and shoots another massive load. This time the guy’s semen shoots out, across the table top, squirting out and covering the apple with his white spunk. He just shoots and shoots, pumping out his goo, grunting it out just as the apple was cut in half.
Then, guess what? He shuts down the machine, and eats the two halves of the apple! He really savors it, laughs as he is eating it, and then afterwards you see him take out a towel and clean up the table, wiping it down and making sure it looks untouched. There is a dribble of his semen on the corner of his mouth, which he apparently doesn’t notice, and it’s there for quite a while afterwards until at some point, he wipes it off. Anyway, the rest of Saturday night is pretty boring.
But, on Sunday night, the kid is back. He comes into the room early in his shift, and checks out the table and looks under it. Then, he leaves, and from the tapes he goes down near the entrance and sits at the desk most of the night. Apparently, he is working on homework, and I guess he didn’t get it done earlier in the weekend. Well, he works most of the night, finally finishing up around two thirty in the morning.
Then, he makes a round in the museum, making sure nothing is disturbed and more importantly I think, that he is really alone. Finally, he seems satisfied, and goes straight to the room where the Fucking Table is waiting.
He is whistling “happy birthday” which is so ironic. Then, well, you can see him as he goes right up to the machine, and seems to look it over very carefully. Finally, he takes a loop of wire, and you can see him thread it down through the little guide hole and then, hook it up to the big take-up wheel underneath the machine. He clips off the loose ends with a pair of wire cutters. Then, with the look of a man who has thought of everything, he sets the cutters gently on the little shelf that runs along the wall behind the machine, within easy reach. Finally, he seems satisfied.
He makes a walk out to the hall again, and takes a minute to look around, one more time; I guess to make double sure he has the place to himself. Then, well, he unsnaps his jeans, and pulls them down, and off!
His prick is jutting out, stiff and hard, in his boxers. He pulls them down too, to his knees, and as he springs out, rock hard, you can tell he’s just a huge young man. His balls are hanging down, loose, and they are just massive. What a package! He has one of the biggest scrotums I’ve ever seen on a guy, and it is hanging down like a bull’s balls hang, stuffed with his balls that define his being.
Anyway, he gives his cock a couple of strokes then, and then he steps out of his boxers so he is nude from the waist down. Finally, he looks around the room, then reaches down and grabs his shirt, which he jerks up and over his head with a single movement.
God he is built! He is stark naked, standing by that table, and sprouting one of the biggest erections I’ve ever seen on a man. His prick is just so excited. At twenty, he’s just perfect, and so sexy that I’ll tell you I was boned up big time watching him.
Well, of course, you know what happens next. Sure as shit, he sits on the edge of the table, and you can see him take the long wires he has threaded up from underneath and he makes a loop. He grabs his balls and puts the wire around his huge sac, looping it with a single twist while he holds his scrotum in his hand. The end of his prick is glistening with precum, and he’s just so fucking hard it’s difficult to describe.
Anyway the wire is very long. Probably three feet of loose wire coming up and out of the hole. He can move all over the table, and its nothing like the wire would have been if the table was really being used as it was designed. Anyway, then he lays on the table, sliding his cock into the table’s “pussy”. As he slides in his pole he moans, and he just lays there for a while, feeling that little wire and the fur on his cock and humping the table, oh-so-slowly, up and down.
Next, he pulls his cock out of the fur hole, and then he wiggles forward, on the table, so that he is up at the upper end. The entire end of his cock is glistening, he’s so excited. You can see the wire, shining in the lights, coming up through that little hole and going to his massive scrotum where it has entrapped his balls. He stretches way out on the table, the wire almost tight, and grabs the cord. Leaning over, he plugs the cord into the wall, and then you can hear the machine come to life, the clock’s second hand beginning its sweep and the twist wheel doing its thing.
He immediately slides back, to the center of the table, where he takes his hard cock and pushes it back down, into the “pussy”. He’s beside himself then, moaning and saying “OH GOD...stop.......please...let me go....” He is rocking his hips and humping the table at the same time, the machine purring along like a well oiled sewing machine, tightening the wire slowly with each minute that passes.
Now, the wire, like I said, was very long, and so with each turn of the wheel the amount of actual tightening that is going on at its end is much less than it would have been had a shorter reach been used. Even so, with each minute that passes, the wire grows shorter, tighter, and as its happening you can tell he is so turned on.
Once, he pulls out of the table, and then slides up to the end once again and grabs the electrical cord one more time, as if he is going to unplug it. Its like he is making sure, but he doesn’t unplug it, but instead, moves back and re-inserts his cock and once again begins his fucking with the intensity that only a young man can deliver.
His naked ass bobs up and down in the lights, pushing his cock in and out of the fur. He’s in heaven, fucking the Fucking Table, living the history so-to-speak, and enjoying every minute of it. In and out, again and again, not in any hurry but letting the intensity of what he is pretending to overwhelm him. You can see his massive scrotum, beneath his legs, slamming into the table with its little silver wire wrapped around its top. The wire looks like a little ring, a birthday ring, holding his balls and tying him to the table, and in a very real way, to history.
He’s living it, experiencing it, and pretending to be tied down in the fantasy. He grips the restrains with his hands, pulling on them and jerking them, as if he’s testing the bonds which were once used to hold down other men for real. He hooks his ankles around the edge of the table, and then stains with his thighs as if he is trying to pull his legs together but can’t. He’s begging, as if there are people around to hear him, even though of course it’s all pretend. “Oh please...no...don’t take my balls....oh please...I beg you sir....please....oh fuck....oh not my balls!” On and on it goes, as he humps the table with an increasing intensity.
After about five minutes of this, he shoots his wad. He yells it out as he is doing it...just squirting out his load as he screams out his pleasure. You can see it in the video spattering the floor beneath the machine, as he is grunting out the essence of his manhood. It’s a hell of a wad. Huge. White. Thick. He shoots and shoots, and then, after he has cum, he lays there for perhaps a minute or two, savoring the post-orgasmic letdown.
Then he says to the air: “That was great!”
Finally, he slides out of the hole in the table, and then he wiggles back up to the end of the table to unplug it. But he can’t! He tries to reach again. Then, with a look of disgust, or surprise perhaps, he looks down, at the wire which is restraining him, and then he tries again. God, he can’t quite reach it! I mean, the wire, that is around his balls, has grown shorter while he was doing his humping, and so, now, its just about two inches too short to allow him to reach the cord!
I wish you could see his expression! God! He freaks...then really pulls hard, stretching out his entire scrotum as the wire is just like a cable, fastening to the table and keeping him from reaching the outlet. He laughs, just for a second, then he just sort of relaxes, and bending around, he reaches behind him to the shelf where he has put the wire cutters. He reaches for them, but his hand is at a funny angle, and so as he reaches for the wire cutters his hand bumps them instead, and then, suddenly they are falling from the shelf. He grabs for them, desperately, the look of shock on his face, misses, grabs again and then as he screams “NO!!!!!” they flip off his hand and with a clatter they hit the floor by the machine.
He screams “OH GOD...FUCK....OH FUCK............OH FUCK ME!”
He bends over the table, after them, but he’s well short of the floor, and as he is bent over reaching for the cutters he stares at the machine, spinning, around and around, the wire twisting and twisting and twisting oh-so-slowly as he stares at it happening.
He moves back to the top of the table, and reaches again, one more time, for the wall and the cord and his salvation. He says “OH GOD...OH JESUS....PLEASE....come ON! PLEASE MAN....” He’s reaching, now with total desperation, stretching out his fingers, the wire beneath his legs and around his balls like a cable from hell. The wire is stretched out, still very long but not long enough, pulling on his scrotum and his two big balls trapped inside. Still, as hard as he is pulling, it’s still not quite long enough to let him reach the plug to turn off the machine!
Now, he changes his position. He sits up, rocking back and sitting on his knees, so his feet are under him and he his ass is on his ankles. His legs are spread, and he reaches under himself, and grabs the wire that is coming up from underneath the table. He looks at it, and pulls on it with his hand, trying to pull it out of the table and away from the mechanism. Of course, its double stranded stainless steel, and it’s a waste of time.
The twist wire that has his balls disappears down, through the little guide hole, and there is continues to turn, the twisting going slowly, but nevertheless, onward and tighter and tighter. The look on his face is priceless. He tugs on the wire, pulls on it, his hand trying to wrap the wire beneath his balls and to somehow pull it from the table.
He stares at it...freaking, tugging on it. His mouth is open, staring, his eyes wide with fear and desperation. “God...oh please..OH PLEASE! FUCK! OH GOD...NO...NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! This CANT BE HAPPENING! GOD!”
“HELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLP MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!” he screams.
He yells so loud that you can hear his voice echo through the museum. He yells again, his voice cracking from the strain.
“PLEASE..........SOMEBODY.....SOMEBODY HELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLP MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!”
Again, the echo, as his own voice comes back to him. He gasps, and then, starting to feel the wire as it pushes into his scrotum, he gasp again and looks down, between his legs at the piece of thin steel that is taking his manhood. Looking down there, he cries out “OH God...this is hurting.”
He is still on his knees, his legs spread, sitting back on his ass as the wire begins his unmanning. His prick grows as he looks out, into the room, staring at nothing as he feels the wire. Still, his prick grows, stiff, hard again, up and eager and almost as if it’s trying to get out of the way of his balls. He is facing the camera, looking right at it although he doesn’t know its there, and he is gasping for air....freaking...in a total panic and with nothing he can do. His right hand is on the wire...still pulling on it, trying to stop it from doing the unstoppable. Tears run down from his eyes as the pain intensifies and his cock bounces to his heartbeat.
“OH GOD....OH GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!”
As the birthday boy pulls on the wire that is castrating him, he is slowly being drawn down, lower, to the table, and his legs go wider. The wire still has some slack, allowing him to move, but it isn’t cutting by getting shorter. No, it’s cutting by the twisting movement, tighter and tighter, pinching off his balls one twist at a time. Every thirty seconds its makes another twist, making the loop smaller, and then smaller still. As it does so, the wire pushes down, into his flesh, down into the boy’s big scrotum and above his testicles.
“OH...OHHHHHHHHHH....OH GOD” he says, his mouth agape, and his eyes, wide, in panic.
Still, the wire twists closed. He looks down, then, and then he wails “Oh...OH SHIT.....FUCK....ITS CUTTING ME...ITS CUTTING MY BALLS OFF!”
“PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”
His cock bounces, up and down, without him touching it. He looks down, at the wire, and his cock, and the wire has disappeared into his scrotum. You can’t see it anymore, just the line of flesh where it is, and there is a little blood now, and a massive bruise line as it crushes the flesh and moves its way into his balls, growing ever smaller and ever tighter.
He is whimpering. Just a sobbing really, and it seems to rack his body. Still, he holds the wire in his hand, beneath his balls, feeling it twisting and feeling his castration. Like countless other males before him, he feels the wire as it takes his manhood, a tiny bit of him at a time with each sweep of the second hand. He just stares now, open mouthed, staring straight ahead again, into nothing, as he lives and feels and experiences his own castration.
The machine and the wire and the motor could care less. On and on they turn, twisting the wire, ever smaller, and as it happens he feels a pain so intense it seems to overwhelm his being. Then, almost without explanation, his cock spasms, and then a white load of his spunk just begins to pump up, and out from his balls.
There is some blood with it, but not that much, and as he pumps out his juice it just oozes out of his cock, up from the head and then down, along the length of his shaft. It runs under his cock, and onto his balls, which are bulging, squeezed tight, trapped in thier sack that is being taken from him even as he is squirting. On and on he pumps out his goo, the last wad of his life, the essence of his sperm and his future as a father. Its all wasted, pumped out onto the table, pumped out and worthless now, his last seed spurted for nothing.
As it slowly oozes to a single bead of cum on the end of his pole, he gasped, louder, and then, with a grunt, his balls come free and drop to the table. The wire disappears down, into the guide hole, and he looks down, at his little puddle of semen and his cock and his detached scrotum. His sac is still round and fat and full, the balls inside quivering on the table, moving within their sac, seeking the nourishment that is gone forever. He falls, slowly, forward, until he is flat on the table, face down, unmoving, his legs apart and he unmanned, lying in his pile of semen that has pooled like a puddle.
The clock on the tape shows that he was castrated at precisely 4:47am.
Happy birthday!
Oh Mikal, I guess I’ve about told you about all I know about the “Fucking Tables” of the past. If you know anyone else that has story, perhaps they will share it with us. Well, enough for now…
Your friend,
Nathan
hot story, nice ideas, please more so idiot accidents
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