Day of the Nut Crackers - Original Version

The Day of the Nut Crackers

Submission Date: 2002-12-03By: Littledick

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A story of two boy studs captured unawares for the evenings entertainment and excitement for a large gathering. "NOT FOR THE SQUEAMISH AT ALL", a story of brutal cock and ball toucher. Boys loose their balls in a painful way and their cocks modified and are left totally useless.

The Day of the Nut Crackers

By: Littledick

The day started as any other, Chris and I had lived together for a number of years now, since we both left school and got jobs. We lived in a small Studio Apartment closes to town and the action. Every night we would meet after work in the gym and workout before going home and then hit the clubs and pubs together. The two of us we an inseparable item and enjoyed rough sex together. Both of us toped and bottomed each other in turn all the time.

The two of us had just come out of the gym dressed in our Lycra shorts and tops. We were walking down a small back street when we both got jumped from behind. We were both gagged, blind folded and hog tied and then thrown into the back of a van and driven off. The van seemed to go drive around for hours before it pulled up, I don’t know where. But the air was cold as the back doors of the van were opened. We were dragged across a yard and pushed in a barn from the smell of things and the straw like material we felt under us as we landed on the floor. I new we were still together as I could hear Chris breathing but we could not communicate with each other because of the gags we had in our mouths.

Some time passed before someone came in and removed our training shoes and then cut our shorts, jockstraps and tops off. Then we had something shoved up our arses and it wasn’t long before our backsides were being filled with fluid. I thought they were never going to stop filling me as I could feel them pushing something against the butt plug to keep them firmly in. My guts became rock hard with the amount of what ever it was that was pumped into me. I can only assume that Chris was getting the same treatment. Once the fluid stopped entering us the plugs were left into us as our stomachs began to cramp with the pressure of what was happening to us.

It was about a half an hour before the pressure was released from the butt plugs and they shoot out our arses like a shoot out of a gun. I could hear the stuff coming out my butt but also Chris’. I am sure my entrails flew out of my butt hole at the same time but before I had a chance to get myself together we were both being filled again. This time the cramps started sooner but we were forced to have to hold it in again before we were relieved of the solution. The two of us were then hosed down and left after we were put onto some dry straw.

Without warning we were both dragged out and untied so that we could stand up. Our legs were then tied loosely with our legs apart. Our arms were untied and then retied spread apart above our heads pulling us up. Then our legs were spread till I thought I was going to split apart. The sounds of hair clippers started and next the buzz of the clippers were running up the back of our necks and over our heads relieving us of our well kept heads of hair that was now falling to the floor like rain around us. The clippers buzzed away and continued through our pubic hair and underarms before they stopped. I could tell that someone was behind me when our blindfolds were removed. I still couldn’t see as there were no lights on and before our eyes could adjust we were both hooded with something that encased our whole heads. It must have been made from leather from the smell of it as well as they were a little stiff and had to be laced up. We could only breathe through our noises at this point.

Our bodies were then covered in what smelt like hair remover as it quickly began to sting as the cream did its work. The person doing me had a great time smearing the goo up my butt crack making sure a finger or two went up my arse in the process. It wasn’t like both of us had much body hair to start with. The two of us are of average height around five foot ten inches tall, slim with a few hairs on our legs and a bit on our arms and of course our pubic hair and underarm hair. Both our bodies are fairly well defined with all our gym activity and nice six packs that weren’t over done like a body builder but they weren’t just there either. Both of us were proud of our eight inch cocks and nice big heavy balls that hung loosely in their long floppy sacks proudly between our legs.

We had no idea why we were here, or why we had been picked on either and no one seemed to be telling us anything at this stage. After some time high pressure hosed were turned on to us to wash the hair remover and our body hair off. A second application of cream was manipulate into our skin. The stinging commenced immediately and I started to get really hot and sweat began to drip off me. I thought I was going to burst into flames as my body got hotter and hotter but after a half hour or so I suddenly began to cool off. Once again we were hosed off and let dry before any further contact was had.

Manacles were fitted to our legs before our arms were released and then they were tied behind us again. We were then dragged by our balls into another area and manipulated between some sort of structure and tied spread eagled between it. The sounds in this room sounded a bit hollow like it was a large area. Not long after some large bright lights were turned onto us as I could see light in some of the stitch holes of the hood I was wearing but I couldn’t see or make anything out either. Then lots of people could be heard coming in and past us. Different ones started to touch us and fondle my cock and balls and run their hands over my bubble but and a few of them spread my butt checks and spat on my hole and push a finger or two up it. This inspection seemed to go on for some time. Once the inspection stopped I could tell people were all around us.

Then someone spoke on a loud speaker, welcome to tonight’s entertainment when a rather load cheer went up. Just as that was said I could feel someone putting something like rawhide around the top of my scrotum and without warning it was snapped closed and tied off with some tight knots in it. I now I jumped at the point the noose snapped closed around the neck of my nuts just under my cock trapping my balls in their sack. This left me to wonder what was to follow.

Gentlemen you have computer pads in front of you the voice said. The computer screen will give you choices to what happens next. Push the button that is associated with your choice, the computer will then display the results on the screen and we take the top three choices that receive the most votes. Then you pick one of the top three and secondly the severity of it and then with what device and we carry out the top result on our two guests the voice went onto say. Guests I heard my head say again and again, like we had a choice to be here or not, you have to be kidding.

Here we go as the computer threw up six listings. The guy on the microphone said great choices. Now lets redo the top three, now the severity, fantastic and with what! Ok, you have picked three kicks, harshness: heavy, and with steel capped boots. Shortly after I could here two people come in, obviously wearing boots as the crowd went wild in anticipation. Then the guy counted down five, four, three two, one. The next thing all I could see was stars as my nuts received three brutal kicks one after the other. The place was going wild at our agony and torment.

Well that gets the evening off to a good start, who wants to hear these guys scream a bit so we can also enjoy hearing their enjoyment of the treatment. Again the place went wild, so someone came over undid our hods pulled the wadding out of our mouths and retied the hoods and opened the mouth zippers in the hoods. Good said the commentator lets go for the next trick. The screen showed six suggestions, the guys pressed away at their buttons. Within a few moments three were left and the guys went to work again at their buttons making their selections. Then it was announced a bucket to be hung off our nuts and a house brick dropped into it, and a two kilo weight dropped in every two minutes for ten minutes.

A parachute was put around our nuts and a bucket tied to the parachute with rope was set up. Then a house brick was dropped into the bucket from a great height and we both screamed as the weight hit the bottom of the bucket with a thud. We grunted as we tried to come to grips with the weight. Just as we were beginning to get used to the weight a two kilo weight was dropped in causing us to groan once more. As the next weight was thrown into the bucket we started to scream as it felt like our balls were being ripped from our bodies. Our screams increased as the next three weights were dropped in. Two minutes were up after the last weight was put in someone came over and cut the rope holding the buckets and we screamed at full volume as our balls flew up and hit our cocks. The relief was just as painful as the treatment we received, the both of us screamed again when the parachutes were taken off. The crowd was laughing at us and our predicament.

The crowd hushed as the screens cleared and the next suggestions appeared on them. Once again the guys were clicking away at their choices. Eventually it was announced and he said, nice one guys. To be tied to tables so cannot move with balls bunched in crotch, large round ball paddles to be used. Twenty four strokes to nuts, without any breaks brutality mercilessness, in other words gentlemen full fury, and this will be good. I am getting hard already in anticipation he said.

The structure we were tied to began to rotate us, a table was pushed under us to which we were then tied and strapped to. By the time they finished all we could move was our fingers and toes. Once we were ready the MC spoke and said who would like to bid to deliver this trick, we need two and the highest two bidders will get the job. There was much noise as the bidding proses went on. Two guys bid a thousand dollars each and were given instructions of what to do. They were told not to hit our balls with the round flats of the paddles but with the edges of the paddles which were and inch thick and they were to go at it with all they were worth as they wouldn’t feel a thing. Gents you need to sit on their chests and give them twenty four strokes one after the other. Oh there is one more thing; if seventy five percent of the crowd don’t believe you did a good enough job, you will receive the same treatment yourselves as you have just handed out. Both men put their hands over their own crotches making out to protect themselves as the announcer spoke.

With that the two guys mounted our chests and once they were ready like jockeys on their horses before a race, the count down commenced. Next thing I knew I was screaming at full voice as the heavy wooden paddle landed and got both nuts. Within moments my balls receive an other blow, blow after blow rained down and the sound coming out my mouth sounded like and animal rather than a human being. I didn’t think I could scream any loader as I felt my whole being smashed under me but I did. At one stage I thought I was going to throw up but didn’t. By the time the twenty fourth blow had been received it came down on only one nut I believed had exploded under the paddle. My whole body tried to contort itself in an effort to get away from the blow and protect myself but that just didn’t happen. When they had finished I was heaving heavily and every muscle in me hurt and felt like it was on fire. My voice was getting a horse and my throat felt like it had been ripped out of me. I wondered why I hadn’t passed out but no form of release seemed to come my way.

The place was going wild and I could only wonder why I had a hard on and had shoot my load which hadn’t gone unnoticed. The announcer was beside himself and said the rules say if they shoot themselves they are to receive six more shoots and if they keep shooting six more shoot for each time they shoot. With that the count down begun again and on the fifth blow I shoot again, the guys screamed out he still has one blow to go before you do six more. They must have been doing each of us separately this time as I didn’t hear much from Chris or it was he didn’t shoot like I did. My rider repositioned himself for the next seven blows. This time he lined up one swollen nut at a time so he could deliver a full blow to one nut in turn to cause the maximum amount of pain. Fuck I thought I was about to pass out this time my balls couldn’t take much more of this. But on the last blow my cock betrayed me and shoots more cum out of the tip. The house was going absolutely will as this mean six more. The place was chanting in time with the blows like a Cox-man in a rowing team would to keep the rhythm. Again my rider lined up each nut and with both hands on the shaft of the paddle it came raining down. I threw up as the blows kept raining down on my mushed nuts. This time I didn’t shoot again to the howls and boos of the crowd.

Then I heard Chris scream as he received six more swats of the ball paddle, but he was lucky he didn’t shoot again. Then the announcer asked the crowd to vote weather the guys did a good enough job. The answer came back in the affirmative, much to their relief. A small break was called as the house got itself back together after that sceptical. My balls felt like they had swollen to three or four times their normal side. I knew I still had them as I could feel each one throb away in their sack. Someone came over to regroup our nuts and get them back together in our crotches. I screamed the moment they were lightly touched. The sack felt like it was on fire.

Once the crowd had settled once more the announcer said that they were going to give us a chance to select our next trick. As the computer slowly ran through the unused tricks in it data base it was displayed on the screen and would stop when we pushed a button each together. A button was brought over and we were told to push it when we were ready. When the two of us pushed together the computer would stop, highlight the trick then start the amount collum and again stop when we both pushed together. A random number generator went to work and the harshness of the trick would pulse through till we agreed on as it were.

The crowd went wild as the computer stoped and highlighted the trick. Nothing was said so we could hear. The amount number generator started and stopped to the cheer of the crowd. Then the worst part of all, the severity generator started and the assembly went ballistic at the result. The announcer said these guys just love the pain don’t they. Three dozen clenched fists to the nuts full force. My body just shook in fear as the MC said it, an auction again to choose who will deliver the trick, come on guys these two guys are begging for the strongest most muscular guys to make soup out of their boy balls. The bidding was fast and furious and reached five thousand dollars. Again the speaker reminded them that the crowd would vote on if the job was done right or not at the end of it.

Two big burly guys won the chance to mash our nuts. This time the tables could be lowered to what ever hight the guys wanted. So that they could stand to deliver their maximum full forced delivery into our unprotected and waiting nuts. Once things were ready the two consistences had selected which one of us they wanted the count down began. Before we were ready the guys were pounding our balls for all they were worth. My guy was trying to not only pound my balls through my legs but the table I was tied as well. Screaming was useless as my voice had almost gone altogether and just funny animal like noise came out. The pain I was receiving wasn’t funny like my voice but was something unbelievable. I could have sworn that the guy was hitting the whole of my body at one time. I thew up again and I couldn’t tell if I shoot or not even though it was the last thing on my mind but my cock had a mind of its own and the fucker betrayed me and did to my absolute horror.

I was delirious in pain and the sound emanating from the gathered throng was more than I could take in and I am sure I must have swung in and out of consciousness but I couldn’t really tell by the time the three dozen strikes had been delivered. My guy was told to deliver six more of the best blows he could muster to my balls as everyone screamed smash them, smash them as he did his best to comply. Then the judgement on the execution of the trick was voted on. My guy did ok but Chris’ guy failed. The announcer said to my guy you have to give Chris six of the best to make sure he was hurting as bad as I was. During this the failed guy was grabbed and stripped and tied up spread eagled and the announcer said I love this part as I get to deliver ten good kicks to our new guys balls to the pleasure of all gathered.

Once they were ready the MC went over and lined the guy up and booted the guy in the balls. He then did a couple of fancy marshal arts type jumps and kicks to him as he was screaming for all he was worth. The guy couldn’t contain himself and pissed as he received the last kick to his nuts and too the audiences delight. He was allowed to get dressed and the announcer asked how his balls were in his tight pants and the guy answered sore as the announcer then kneed him in the nuts to send him on his way back to his seat.

His attention then returned to us and said come on fellas the night is still young and we have these four very swollen balls to finish off yet to punish for our entertainment. With that they got things going again and we were next placed on our stomachs with our chests strapped to the table. Our legs were tied to a spreader bar and pulled up behind us pulling our butts and torso off the table. Then our cock and balls were tied and stretched up behind us for all they were worth. With that the announcer asked the spectators to cheek their seat numbers. He then got one of the guys on stage to draw two disks out of a container. He then called out numbers forty eight and number eighty eight. Two very excited guys came down on to the stage. Your task is to light those two candles and to hold them five or six inches above there suspended and stretched packages and coat them totally in candle wax. You’re not finished to all the skin covering their cocks and balls are totally covered.

They waisted no time lighting the candles and getting into position. Then a torrent of hot melted wax began to drip down onto our cocks and balls. Each drip caused more pain as it hit our tender bruised and battered genitalia. The wax stung and burned as it hit my dick head. The pain as my guy poured the boiling wax over my balls was something else. My voice just made a gurgling sound after all the screaming and all I could do was thrash my head around uttering only more silly sounds. There was a loud laugh from the audience as a drop of wax sizzled as it hit a wet spot on the tip of my cock that caused my whole body to contort. Once they had covered all the genital skin they could cover the waxing stopped.

The two guys were told that their job wasn’t over yet. They were handed two small whips with five tails on each. Then it was announced that they had to whip all the wax off and that a judge each would raise a hand once each set of cock and balls was denude of wax. The last guy to finish would have to lie on a table and have his cock and balls covered in wax by the other. Two of the crew came over as judges and the count down began. Then a fury of blows rained down on our packages, they were going hell for leather as neither of them wanted to receive a waxing themselves. Our bodied contorted and bounced at the stinging tails of the whips as they pulled the wax of our hot and mutilated genitalia.

Before we realised a shout went up and the guy doing Chris had finished as my guy got the last of the wax of me. He was grabbed straight away and stripped before being strapped to a table himself. They lay his cock over one leg and his extremely floppy balls over the other. A new candle was lit and the guy got to work pouring hot meted wax over the meet and two veg that lay before him. It wasn’t long before the fellow receiving the wax was screaming his head off. Once everything was covered the guy was untied and had to pull his pants on then four burly bouncers put him back on the table and the announcer came over and relit the candle and the fly of his jeans was pulled away and they waxed the zipper and then stuck the outside material of his fly over and the whole lot was then covered with wax before the two guys were let go back to their seats.

The computer did its work and we were made ready before being told what was going to happen to increase the element of surprise. The two of us were turned over with our backs firmly secured and strapped to the tables we were on. Other leather restraints were placed around our torsos and waists. We would eventually be left with our arses just hanging over the end of the tables. Our badly treated cocks and balls were pulled together sending a wave of pain through our bodies as they were pulled through our legs to hang over our bums between our legs as our legs were hoisted in the air back over us. Our legs were then strapped together at the knees and thighs trapping our precious equipment behind us. Our packages were then given another brutal tug to ensure they flopped about around our butt holes.

Two guys dressed only in chaps, boots and wide brimmed hats were brought in caring neatly rolled up stock whips. The MC set the computer going to determine the number of strokes we were to receive. Everyone was willing the computer for a high number, it was useless Chris and I to wish anything as we had no idea what was going in at all. The computer screen went blue and then displayed fifteen, the gathered throng booed, as they really wanted a lot more than fifteen. All we eventually heard was fifteen, but fifteen of what! The two cowboys then lined up their targets, our arses. The first thing we heard was a whistling sound shortly followed by a loud crack of the whip snapping across our butt cheeks opening up the skin on it’s way. The whole of my being flashed before my eyes and every muscle of my body contorted in one motion. A gargled like animal scream emanated from my mouth. I had never heard a sound like it before or since.

Sweat was pouring of my cruelty treated body as I heard a crack break over Chris’ body but I only heard a small sound from him as the group of on lookers watched on in glee. My cowboy was lining me up for the next stroke of the whip to show his skilfulness. I didn’t have to wait long as the whale of the whip could be heard as it flew through the air and snap once more. His whip cracked sharply as it came across my butt and wrapped its tentacles around my unprotected balls. From nowhere came a non human sound from deep within me as my body went stiff as a bord and then shook violently. As the guy pulled the whip back he tried to rip my balls off with it. A large bright red and raised welt developed across my nut sack and I thought my whole life had exploded within me. I don’t remember much else of the rest of the whipping. I thought it would be possible to feel or experience more pain that had already been dished out, but how wrong I was.

Once the crowd had calmed down the computer was reset and rolled again to the amusement of everyone except Chris and myself receiving all this. I know I was totally exhausted and hoped they would cut my balls off to end the agony I felt and Chris must have felt the same. The MC then spoke up saying this trick is the pin cushion. Twenty four needles to be inserted all the way through, twelve needles for each testicle and then six through the shaft and three more through the heads of their once proud cocks. Some guys came over and released us re-strapping us to the tables on our back with legs spread. Two specialists have been brought into do this one so let’s sit back and watch as they take their lot. In no time I could feel someone with latex gloves on handling my ultra sore and abused goodies.

In no time the first needle was pushed through my left ball till it came out through the other side. My whole body went like a piece of steel as the needle slide through my nut. He then did the same to the right nut, then he went back to the left one but this time he used a larger gauge needle and it felt like my nut was going to burst in the process. This was kept up till each ball had been skewered with twelve needles that had been forced through each nut and came out the other side. Next were the needles to the shaft on the underside of it. I jumped as the first needle hit the shaft he seemed to have to push like hell to get it to go in and through. Again it was pushed through until it came out the other side. All I could do was blow air out of my mouth as the only sort of noise I could make. My throat was dry, felt like barbed wire and the bottom of a cocky cage by this stage. I thought I would never be able to speak again if given the chance.

Our torment continued till the six needles were through our shafts, three on each side. The three needles to the head were still to come, but we didn’t have long to wait. The first one was forced though the head in the horizontal plane till it went right through and came out the other side. Then the next went through the vertical plane of the head. Each of these really hurt as the pressure distorted the whole shaft making the other needles ach like hell. The last needle was forced into the head just above the urethra into the thickest part of the head above the eye of it. It was forced straight down the shaft till it was all the way into the part that would go into the syringe itself. My mouth was wide opened but nothing came out but that didn’t reduce the amount of the pain that this one caused. My cock would never be the same again; little did I know what was to come later.

An announcement was broadcast that it was intermission before the finale and we need to allow these guys to enjoy their situation and the effort that went into those needles. If you want to come up and inspect how their packages are going you are all welcome but we ask that you don’t touch at this point. After some time the room went quiet and all we could do was lay there as our bodies throbbed within us, hoping that the end would come soon. Someone brought some water over and it was poured down our parched throats and all they said was enjoy boys as we have enjoyed seeing you suffer, the best is yet to happen.

Yet the end was still away off. I know the pain in my balls had subsided quiet a bit but the pain that radiated from my groin and entire body hadn’t reduced in any way but gripped my entire being. The noise in the auditorium got louder, as the guys returned to their seats, for the rest of the show with us as the unfortunate amusement for their pleasure, satisfaction and delight.

The announcer said we had better pull those pins out before we continue. So he had the two who put the needles in us pull them out but starting with the ones in our balls as our cocks hadn’t been tied off like our balls so they will hurt more as they were pulled out. I hardly felt the twenty four needles being removed from my nuts apart from some tugging as they were.

However my cock was a different story it was still very much awake and aware of what was done to it. Our balls on the other hand have been tied off for quiet a long time now and not responding like they did at the beginning of the evening. They started with the ones in the shaft; he seemed to pull them out slowly, but at an angle causing the needle ripped into new tissue on its way out. Thus the special centres of our bodies that normally brought us much pleasure have been reduced to the cause of our present misery, torment and pain.

I wasn’t primed for the pain that surged though my cock when they commenced to remove the three needles in the head of my cock. My whole being shuddered and convulsed, to say the least as my body suddenly became racked in pain from the tip of my head to toes. It’s hard to describe the feelings, as again they tore the two needles out at angles that went through the entire head of my cock. It was a bit like you think it would feel to have a tooth pulled out without pain killers but worse I think. This guy must have shredded the head of my cock as that’s what it felt like. Then came the one pushed through the top of my cock head. To start, he tried to force it further in, just to dig the hole it cause to go deeper. The guy on the microphone said to all “hay stupid pulling it out is the other way” to the laughter of the crowd. That is unless you are going to remove it from his ball bag, he went on to say. My guy responded, well that’s what I thought I would do, I can’t feel a thing, he said as the crowd went wild with elation. But then the needle was dragged out at an angle to cut even more tissue like the others within the head of my once proud and mighty cock on its way out and that part of the ordeal was over. It felt like the head of my crowning glory was reduced to tourn ribbons and laid open.

Once all the needles were out of the two of us we were left with blood still seeping out the seventeen or so wound holes in our cock and balls. The thought of infection setting in was not part of the show, but part of the pleasure it brought them that we might still be suffering long after the evening show was over and they had gone and forgotten us.

An announcement was made for the audience to get their wallets and cheque books ready. Who is going to bid to do the final trick of the evening leaving us with another two sets of trophies for the Trophy Room? By this stage of our suffering the words made no sense to me what so ever. I couldn’t even begin to comprehend what the words meant to either Chris or me that was just uttered by the announcer. The bidding started high and went even higher. The bidding reached ten thousand dollars and was still climbing; I couldn’t imagine why the figure got to that hight at this stage, talk about dumb innocence. It was then it began to dawn on me that my cock and balls might be in more than a spot of bother. The bidding stopped at twelve thousand and the other just under. The two guys were ushered onto the stage to pay their donations and to receive their prises, us!

Chris and I were then got ready for the final ordeals we were to face for the evening. We were left on our backs with a tight strap around just under our under arms. Our legs were attached to a spreader bar that was pull up and away lifting our butts off the table. They kept jacking our legs up till our backs were off the table and our bodies were well stretched and underarms pulling on the strap that was holding us back. Then a parachute stretcher was savagely paced around our scrotums and the central ring was then attached to a chain. The other end of this chain was then attached to another bar near the bar our feet were tied to. The chain pulling our nuts was done up so that our nuts were stretched away from our bodies as they could get them.

The two guys that won the bids were instructed as what they had to do away from us so that we had no idea what it was till the last moment. The famous count down began again counting from five, to one. With that the guys cut the ropes that held our feet up and they and the spreader bar came crashing down to the table with a huge thump. This left us with the weight of our bodies jerking on our balls alone which were almost torn from us as our body weight pull on them. However it didn’t and we were left with our nuts being pulled away from our bodies every moment we hung there. I know my mouth was wide open and I thought I was going to die and I am sure I heard my nut sack being tourn from my groin. The crowd was enjoying all that they were seeing. As we hung from our balls it felt like our arse holes and groins were going to be torn off us as well for the crowds’ pleasure.

No noises were coming from either of us as our voices gave out long ago. So there we were, our legs down near the table but unable to use them to relieve the tension on our balls and groin. Our balls looked like they were trying to get out of the bottom of their sacks. We were left hanging around for some ten minutes, the necks of our ball sacks were red raw and I am sure they were going to fail at any second and be torn from us. But the two auction winners came back over to us holding large knives that had been sharpened to the limit. The announcer screamed out now and with one mighty flick of the knives our balls were severed from our bodies. Our bodies came crashing down to the tables leaving our balls feet away from where they should have been attached. We had been mercilessly separated from the centre of our beings, our balls that used to provide us with so much delightful pleasure. In a strange sort of way it also ended the endless pain and torment we had endured through this particular evening.

Well gentlemen welcome our next two new eunuchs to the world. The place was going absolutely wild. The essence of who we were to them, our manhood, that is our balls were retrieved and held up for all to see and when everyone’s attention was back on our nuts, the two scrotums were turned upside down and everyone watched as our balls fell from their homes onto the table we were each on. Again the place erupted around us. Whilst all this was going on the guys who did their needlework earlier on us came in and cauterise our wounds and then removed the rawhide lace that was tied around the necks of our scrotums at the beginning of the night.

Suddenly the announcer shouted, but wait there is more these two eunuchs have won a luck draw from the computer; their cocks haven’t escaped the computers attention either. Just may be they could loose it all anyone wants to bet on wether they loose it or get it seriously modified. Here’s your chance to win some money, the betting is now open guys get in, and you have to be in it to win it. I know I was beyond it by now, my body just lay there lifeless and totally spent and so must have Chris. I am not sure even if I still remember Chris at this point of my misery and deprivation.

Now that the betting had been done attention returned to the two slabs of meat that were lying on the tables before them, that’s they way if felt to me anyhow. Whilst they were out betting our legs were secured to the ends of the table and more straps were placed on us around our waist and thighs. The MC said this last trick is going to be left up to the computer to pick using its random number generator. The huge screen cleared and turned blue and just stat there.

Are we ready guys the MC asked? A loud yes went up, then hear we go! The guy pushed the button and words commenced flying up the screen and the place went silent whilst they waited to see what would come up when the computer had done its thing. No one knew how long it would take because it was all part of the unknown computer program they used.

Without warning the screen stopped and the words, “Full subincision with meatus split, no pain killer.” Once again the crowd rose to its feet to cheer and whistle. They had certainly got their moneys worth this night. I never felt my needle point man pick up my cock and lay it back over my stomach. He even greased up a sound and pushed it down the length of my cock without me realising it. It was when the scalpel bite into the underside head of my cock before I realised anything was happening. He slowly pulled the scalpel slowly down the centre of my shaft opening my urethra up. He continued the entire length of my shaft till he got to the spot he cauterised earlier from when my ball sack once hung and right through to almost my anus. My body was in shock but I was still conscious and aware of my pain but out to it as well.

He picked up a new scalpel and returned to the head of my cock and then split the other top side of the head of my dick head open all the way down to the corona leaving the head completely split in two. The sound was left in and some powder stuff poured all over the wound and the guy then tidied the area where my sack had been cut off so that the subincision went all the way down the entire shaft that was exposed on me. It was split open through where my nut sack would have been and stopped just by my butt just behind my anus. The crowd was allowed to come past to see our balls, scrotums and cock modifications on their way out.

After the crowd had dispersed our groins were sewn up a bitt better so that no loose skin would be left hanging from where our nuts had been. The sounds were removed and a plastic catheter was pushed into our bladders and then something was poured over all our wounds which bite in like hell and dried the cut areas out. This would mean that it would be impossible for the hospitals attempting to stitch our cock shafts closed as they wouldn’t heal together again and the same applied to the split in the heads of our cocks if that’s what they should be called now.

We would now have to sit to piss, as our dicks were are even useless for pissing from. The guys attended to us made sure we didn’t slip into shock too much or fall unconscious either. We were given very sweet drinks to re-hydrates us before bundling us naked into the back of the van to be dumped somewhere. It was just before dawn and before it got light that the two of us were dumped near a hospital in our home area not far from where we were picked up originally. We were pushed out the back of the van and it disappeared into nowhere. There was no number plate that we could see on the back, but then I don’t know if we even tried to see one.

A couple of hospital attendants found us lying on the lawns motionless and took us into the emergency room and called the police. We were unable to give them any details as our voices were still totally rooted. They kept us in hospital for a week but there wasn’t anything they could do for us, except to get our strength back and ensure no infections set in. They also got us up on our feet again. Even after our voices sort of come back we knew nothing of our abductors apart from the story of what happened to us. Apparently we were not the first or the last to be found in this sort of situation.

Chris and I still live together and it is now many years since we became the night’s entertainment to be used and abused. Our cocks if that is what you would still call them have shrunk, but only a little leaving us with only three inches of slack split shafts hanging loosely from us with the split heads flared open like petals on a flower. They are more like useless sausages split open flopping about and serve no purpose what so ever. We can’t even use them to piss from so we are even less than little boys now, as boys can at least piss from there’s and get erections to play with and bring them pleasure. We have both become bottoms for everyone else to use for their enjoyment, just like the night our lives irrevocably changed.

Just remember they are still out there and have never been caught, so when you walk down a dark street at night - you could be the next entertainment on the program.

The End.