Chapter 7

Sharon must have sympathized with my struggle to see what was on the cart, for she took a hard, leather pillow off it, and, stuffing it under my head, said, "There, honey. That'll help you watch what we're going to do to you. I know you've wanted this for a long time, so you won't want to miss a single second."

She then moved up above my head, saying, "Before we get to the main act, we're going to give you some other mods first. They'll not only look pretty, they'll be a big help when I'm training you later."

They must have planned this night in detail at some earlier time, for everyone seemed to know what to do after that. I saw Ray walk up beside my chest, holding a pair of pliers in one hand. With no hesitation, he gripped one of my nipples in the jaws of the tool, then slowly raised his hand, stretching my tender flesh almost an inch above my body. As I stared at the thin band connecting the pliers with my chest, trying my best to deal with the jolts of pain, Sharon's hand came into view, holding what looked to be a small wad of cotton. As she rubbed the area with the cotton, I could smell alcohol, and knew she was, as always, thinking of my welfare, and was sterilizing my skin, and that prepared me for what she did next.

Her other hand then became visible, and it was holding a very large, deadly-looking needle. As I dreaded she would, she carefully placed the point of the needle against the stretched flesh, and then casually pushed it almost halfway through before withdrawing it. That left a small hole in my skin which was slowly closing, but before it could do so, her hand came back once again, this time holding a tiny padlock with the bail open. As I whimpered in pain and fear, she threaded the metal loop through the hole she had just made, and then locked it in place.

I hoped against hope that part was over, but it wasn't to be. As soon as the padlock was securely in place, Ray opened the pliers, then quickly moved them to my other nipple and stretched it just as he had done with the first. Again Sharon rubbed alcohol on the area before piercing it in the same manner as she'd done with the other. A second tiny padlock was soon secured in place, and even through the rivers of pain coursing throughout my chest, I could feel the cold weight of the two things, and knew in my heart that sensation would be with me for the rest of my life.

Again she leaned down to my face and kissed me, then said, "You're doing great, honey. I wanted you to have the nipple piercings because they'll be just perfect for tying you under the bondage toilet. You'll definitely stop resisting anything we do to you then, because if you don't, your tits will be pulled off." That brought a burst of laughter from the five men standing around the table, and as a sudden sickening thought burst through my brain, I almost cried out. I just couldn't stop myself from thinking that maybe she intended for me to also service these men, as well as her, and I was sure I'd never be able to do that.

She gave me no time to spend on that thought, but quickly moved down to my crotch.

As she spoke to me once again, she was concentrating on my balls instead of looking at my face. Even though I couldn't see exactly what she was doing, I could tell that she was squeezing and pulling on them, and she confirmed her intent, saying, "Now, I need to get these nice and loose so we can give you another mod. This one will be really handy when I'm training you in a few weeks."

She continued to squeeze and pull my sac, until she was able to pull it away from my body almost six inches. She looked at Chad then, saying, "Okay, lover, get one of them separated and hold it tight. He'll probably jump around when I get started on him, so get a good grip." My friend's hand quickly replaced hers, and he held one nut in one of his hands, and then used the other hand to work the second nut back down towards my body. As soon as the two were widely separated, he squeezed the scrotum tightly below the one he was holding, and it looked for all the world as if he were balancing an egg on his fist.

I saw Ray hand another cotton ball to my wife, and she used it to wipe alcohol on the tightly-stretched skin covering the ball Chad was holding, I felt a surge of fear as I understood what she meant by "another mod." To my extreme dread, the next thing she was given was a needle, but unlike the one she'd used to pierce my nipples, that one was easily twice as long and twice the diameter. I was sure that the pain I was soon going to feel would be twice as bad as before, but as she quickly plunged the thing into my captive nut, I knew my estimate was far too low. The agonizing jolt was much worse than that.

She withdrew the needle as soon as she was satisfied with the size of the hole that it had bored through that oh-so-tender part of my body. As I continued to whimper in fear, she showed me the bright-silver ring, at least three inches in diameter, that Ray had given her. I tried to not look at the thing, but my eyes wouldn't obey, and they focused on it, seemingly mesmerized by the bright highlights that threatened to dazzle my sight. Sharon took the ring in both hands and made a twisting motion with her fingers while pulling in opposite directions. What I had thought was a solid metal ring parted along an almost-invisible seam, and I instantly understood how my mod would be attached to my body.

There must have been a great deal of tension in the ring, because she was having difficulty holding open the joint. She let it snap shut, then handed it to Jack who was standing across the table from her. He gripped one side of the thing in his fingers before extending it halfway across my prone body, and I watched as Josh duplicated the other man's grip, but on the opposite side of the ring. Their hands then twisted in opposite directions, and once again the joint opened.

They continued to move their hands away from each other, and as the gap slowly widened, I could see that a large amount of force was necessary to spread the thing. When the opening was almost two inches across the men were visibly straining, but their effort must have produced the effect my wife was waiting for. Her voice was hoarse with emotion as she whispered, "That's far enough. Put it on him." Their only reaction was to lower the ring to the nut that Chad was holding captive, and then to carefully slide one side of it into the hole that she had made just seconds before. When the end at last emerged on the opposite side of its new home, the two men relaxed their muscles just enough that the seam closed with a deadly click. The ring was then rotated so that the joint disappeared back inside my sac.

There was no question that the mod I'd just been given would be permanent, for I would never have sufficient strength, working by myself, to spread the joint far enough to remove it. Sharon confirmed that by saying, "It's there for the rest of your life, honey. Your ball will grow around the joint, and the only way to ever get rid of it will be if I decide to have you castrated." That provoked another round of laughter from her lovers.

Just when I was hoping that one ring would be enough to satisfy her, she told Chad to "get the other one ready, lover." He repeated his actions with my intact nut, and soon it, too, was imprisoned atop his fist. As I knew she'd do, Sharon then used the cotton ball to sterilize the skin, and almost before she had dropped it, the monster needle was once again working its way through me.

I must have closed my eyes for longer than I thought, for when I opened them, Jack and Josh were just then rotating the second ring so its joint would also be inside my tender flesh. Sharon then said, "Chad suggested this mod, honey. When I told him I'd be using a bondage toilet to train you, and whipping you between your legs to make you perform, he said it would be better if you couldn't jump around then. After he'd thought about it for a while, he said that if we put rings through your balls, they could be used to tie you to another ring set in the floor. Isn't that a wonderful solution? I just can't wait for you to get all healed up, so we can try them out."

There was no response possible to her words, so I just lay there in a daze, trying to deal with the throbbing agony from my nipples and my balls. By then I was completely resigned to my fate, and just wanted to get past what was sure to happen next.

The cord my wife had used to lead me to the room in the basement had been lying forgotten on my abdomen, still tightly knotted behind the head of my dick. She used both hands to pick up the free end of the cord, then as she lifted it above my stomach, she looked directly at me and smiled evilly. Then, with every ounce of her strength began raising her hands as high into the air as possible. I watched in horror as that part of me was stretched, just as my nipples had been, doing my best to remain silent as fresh jolts of pain threatened to consume me.

When she had reached the limit of my skin's ability to stretch, she called out, "Hurry!" Chad must have been waiting for that cue, for he immediately moved his hands to my crotch, and I saw that he was holding a piece of wire about a foot long. At the same time, Carl took my pierced balls in his hands, pulling them toward the floor with all his strength, and then my best friend did what my wife wanted.

He coiled the wire around the base of my dick, just as close as he could get it to my abdomen, drew it tight, and then coiled it again right next to the first turn. The second turn was also drawn tight, and then he twisted the ends together. Ray completed the process by using his pliers to continue the twisting until the wire almost disappeared as it sank into my flesh.

Sharon then said in an emotion-laden voice, "Everything above the wire comes off tonight, honey. I think we got all of it, don't you?" There was no way for me to speak by then, and I just nodded weakly, all the while staring at the tube of flesh that was slowly turning a deep-red color as the blood circulation was cut off.

She then released her hold on the cord, which caused my penis to fall limply to my stomach, even though it was still in a state of erection. It was obvious that the 1/2" diameter area the wire enclosed was not large enough to support the shaft, and I was sure that if I'd been standing, the poor thing would have been hanging straight down, even though it was as stiff as a board.

The cord was then removed from where it'd been for more than half an hour, and the purple head changed to red, almost as if it believed it had somehow gained a reprieve from its death sentence, and been released from the gallows.

However, what my wife said and did next would have convinced it that there was no escape from its fate. She began to describe something that I had never expected, and it proved to be the worst torture that I had to endure that night.

As soon as she'd placed the cord on the cart, she spoke to the other men, saying, "You know, a long time ago I read about something that a Nazi woman, who was in charge of a prison camp, used to do for entertainment. She'd get together with two other women who were guards in the camp, and they'd have a handsome young male brought to her apartment. A post had been installed there, and the man would be stripped and forced to stand with his back against the thing. They'd wrap a rope several times around his waist and the post, to keep him from moving, and then tie his hands behind him. After they'd done that, they'd wrap another rope around his ankles and the post, so he couldn't move at all."

She had to stop to clear her throat, and I could tell that the memories she was having were very intense. Finally able to continue, she said, "The women would then get undressed and start fondling each other while standing there in front of him, and as could be predicted, he started to get a hardon. Two of them would then kneel down in front of him and play with his things until he was right on the edge of cumming, and the slime was dripping continuously out the end of his cock. As soon as she saw that, the commandant would quickly tie a cord around the base of his thing, and that's when it got really interesting."

By that time, she was breathing heavily, and the flush on her cheeks made her even more beautiful than before. After once again struggling to get herself under control, she went on with her story. "She then got a glass tube that was about half an inch in diameter and a foot long, and while the other women held the man's cock still, she pushed it down his pee hole until it reached the place where the cord was tied."

Again she was unable to continue, and had to stop for several seconds. "After they'd done that to him, they pushed a wooden table right up under his crotch. One of them held his penis flat on top of it, and another positioned a nail on top of the head, to the side of the tube. The other woman used a hammer to drive the nail through his head and into the table."

She inhaled rapidly a few times, then went on. "All three women then got wooden rods, about four feet long, that were leaning against the wall, and then they told him what they were going to do to him, demonstrating their intentions by raising the rods high in the air, then bringing them down and resting them gently against his shaft. They made fun of his begging to be released, and told him a real man would be begging them to go ahead and do that to him. Finally, when they got tired of teasing him, they all raised their rods as high as they could get them, and brought them down with all the strength they had."

At that point, she was literally gasping for breath, and her heaving chest was emphasized by the two rock-hard nipples that were trying to tear through her blouse. I'd never seen her more beautiful than she was at that moment, nor as sexually excited. I knew her pussy was soaking wet, because I'd learned long ago to recognize the scent of her pheromones, and right then the air was filled with them.

After catching her breath, she finished, saying, "They continued beating his cock until the glass tube had shattered into a million pieces, and each tiny splinter had been driven deep into his flesh. After calling the guards to untie the man and carry him back to his cell, they spent the rest of the night making love to each other."

She turned to look directly into my eyes then, and hesitated for a long time before she continued. "I've always wanted to do that to a man, but since I knew it would completely destroy his dick, it just never happened. Now, though, it won't make a whole lot of difference, will it? We're going to cut yours completely off anyway, so it doesn't matter what we do to it before that. Right?"

The other men agreed, almost with one voice, and again I had the nagging thought that this night had been planned far in advance. That was immediately confirmed when Ray reached over to the cart, and what he handed to my wife filled me with so much dread, but at the same time so much lust, that time stood still as I looked at it.

The glass tube he gave to her was a perfect match for her earlier description. She took it from him, then with total concentration, began to push it down my pee hole with one hand, while holding my penis with the other. I could feel the thing being driven deeper and deeper inside me, and wanted to scream in fear, but my throat by then was locked tight. Instead, all I could do was lie there, completely unable to move, with my pain-wracked body immobilized by the restraints.

I watched in horror as the tube worked its way farther and farther down my little weenie, and knew that its progress was aided by the pre-cum that had been leaking from me ever since Chad had put his cock in my mouth. Were it not for that lubrication, I was sure the glass would have ravaged the inside of my penis.

At last we could all see the moving wave of expanded flesh reach the wire tourniquet, and there it stopped. She said, simply enough, "It won't go any deeper in him. Give me the hook." I watched as one of the men reached above his head, into the darkness above the hanging lamp. He pulled down what looked exactly like a huge version of the hooks I used to use when fishing for trout. Its shank was easily six inches long, and the distance across the bend was more than two inches. And there on the sharpened tip was a duplicate of the barb which kept the hook from pulling out of a fish's mouth.

As the hook was pulled down into the light, I could see it had been tied to a cord, and in the complete silence of the room, the sound of a pulley turning was all I needed to guess the purpose of the hook.

As soon as he handed the hook to my wife, she gripped my penis in her other hand, and then very slowly and deliberately inserted the point into the glans. She pushed it all the way through, then centered it on the bottom of the bend before saying, "It's ready. Stretch it."

I heard Josh call out, "Say when," and then the sound of a ratchet clicking rang out. The cord began to disappear into the darkness above me, quickly tightening as the slack was taken out. Soon my little dick, with the glass tube sticking out of it, was standing straight up.

Sharon cried, "Stop. Don't take it any higher or it'll stretch the hole the hook made. We don't want any of the blood to run out just yet." Then she looked directly at me again, and in her most-evil tone of voice said menacingly, "Now comes the fun part, honey." Just at that moment, Ray appeared by her side, holding a bundle of wooden dowel rods, and I started whimpering in fear as he began handing them out to Sharon and the other men.

Still looking at my face, she said in a voice instantly sweet, "I love you so much, honey. I've wanted to do this to a man all my life, but I won't do it if you tell me not to. Please, honey, tell me you want it just as much as I do. Please tell me you want us to beat your little thing as hard as we can, and break the glass in a million pieces. Please, honey, tell me!" Then, as if thinking I would need a bribe to buy my consent, she added, "If you let us do that to you, I'll take off my blouse so you can watch my titties bounce as I'm beating your little weenie."

I tried to come to terms with what she had said, but there was no longer any room for rational thought in my brain. I was in constant agonizing pain from my ravaged nipples, my thigh muscles were protesting more strongly with each passing second, and the constricting wire around the base of my penis was sending wave after wave of red lightning throughout my entire body. Deep in my heart, though, I knew that everything that had happened this night, and everything to follow, was a direct result of my own fantasies.

All I could do was return the loving gaze of the woman who was the most-important person in the whole world, and open my mouth and try to croak out my answer. She was unable to understand what I was saying, so placed her hand over my lips and closed them. She whispered, "Just nod your head if you want us to destroy your useless little dingus. That's all I ask, honey. Just nod your head."

So I did.

She turned away from me then, and gazed at the supremely-ugly tube of flesh sticking out of my body. I watched in fascination as Chad stepped up behind her, then reached around to unbutton her blouse. As he peeled it off her shoulders, her distended nipples were exposed to the avid gaze of five men, and the roaming fingers of the sixth. As my friend stood behind her, he reached around her body and briefly cupped her beautiful breasts to display them to all of us. He then pinched and pulled them several times, and then walked back to stand beside the table, his own dowel in hand.

At last satisfied there were no other preparations to be made, no other words to be voiced, she raised the hand holding the wooden rod, until it touched the shade of the lamp hanging above me. Then, having made her decision, she brought it crashing down, and the world exploded in agonizing pain that far exceeded the minor twinges I'd experienced until then.

With the first impact, the tube of flesh bent almost double, and the sound of shattering glass rang out. Almost before my thing had straightened, she cried out, "Now! Everybody do it! Beat every inch of it as hard as you can! Break all of it inside him!" That broke the spell that was holding the other five men immobilized, and almost in unison they raised their own rods and brought them crashing down with all their strength.

My penis was being whipped from all directions at once, in complete silence except for the ragged breathing of those who were beating me, accompanied by the sounds of breaking glass, although that part was muffled by the cushioning flesh surrounding it. It was at that point that I gave myself over to the wave of darkness that had been threatening for so long, not even the vision of my wife's wildly gyrating breasts enough to hold my interest. I began to slide deeper and deeper into a black cloud that enveloped me, and was unable to witness how long they continued to whip that part of me, driving the shards deep into what remained of my organ.

I was brought back to consciousness by someone holding smelling salts under my nose, and when the agony swept over me afresh, I prayed that I would be allowed to pass out again. Sharon leaned down a few inches from my head and whispered, "Almost done, honey. I'm so proud of you for wanting us to beat you with that glass tube down your pee hole. That's the hottest thing I've ever done, and I owe it all to you. I love you now more than I ever have, and that's a hell of a lot."

She whispered again, "Just hang on for a few minutes more, and then we can go home. All that's left is to get rid of what's left of your thing, and then it'll be all over."

There were no words or actions left in me by then, and all I could do was lie there in silence, willing her to do what had to be done. She must have known what I wanted, for she straightened as she said, "Give me the knife. It's time."

Since my head was still on the pillow, I was able to see Ray handing her a butcher knife, and her gripping it tightly in her right hand. I had eyes for nothing other than the long blade glistening in the light from above, and the serrated edge that promised it would excel at cutting meat. Still seeing nothing but the blade, I watched it moving slowly toward my crotch, and when it reached that place, it paused. My attention was drawn to the thing that was still standing above my abdomen, held upright only by the hook through what used to be its head. Now, it was unrecognizable as anything other than just hunk of bloody meat, and I knew that nobody, including my wife and myself, had any further use for it.

I heard her say, "Say good-bye to it, honey," and once again moved my eyes back to the razor-sharp edge of the knife. It had been placed against the shredded tube of meat, right against the wire, and I knew that Sharon's intention to remove every trace of what used to be my penis was about to be fulfilled.

She held the hook to keep my penis from escaping its punishment, and then very deliberately drew the blade across its base while pressing it firmly against its target. As the edge disappeared, I watched in fascination at the severed flesh parted, knowing that a very-important part of my life was disappearing forever.

I heard her gasp when the knife was at the center of the thing she was cutting free from my body, and knew she'd been holding her breath for a long time. She paused as she took another deep breath, and then as if secure in her decision, she sawed rapidly through the remaining half. The thing sprang upward, almost as if glad to be freed at last from its lifetime prison, and then bounced in joy as it swung back and forth from the hook, with what blood remained in it streaming onto my abdomen.

I remember smelling what I thought was hot metal, and then saw Ray's hand moving something toward my crotch. I recognized that it was an electric soldering gun, but it had been modified so that the end was a metal disk, rather that the usual wire. He held the disk close to the wound where my dick used to be, then waited for it to glow bright red in color. Then he very deliberately placed the red-hot metal directly against the wound.

That was all I remembered of my time in the basement, bound to that table, and being tortured by my wife and her lovers.

Continued in Chapter 8.