When it was over, Rodney’s hands were covered in come. He stood up and flicked them, flicking the come onto Matthew’s body, onto his chest and abs and face.

Matthew was leaning backwards with his head against the wooden pole, his eyes half closed, ripples of pleasure still traveling upward from his groin. His nuts were skewered, and his cock, half-deflated, was nodding over them.

Matthew swallowed, and stared at Rodney. Rodney had a hard on. The hard leather pouch that had been covering his cock was flipped upwards, the head of Rodney’s cock holding it in position.

Matthew had only seen Rodney’s cock once before, in the change room at Whale, and he had never seen it erect. It had been pretty big, as he remembered it, but obviously, Rodney had been taking the tablets. A fifteen year old shouldn’t have a cock like that. It was big, long and thick, though not as big as Matthew’s.

Rodney was wiping his hands on his sides.

He disappeared behind Matthew and reappeared, a moment later, carrying a second stool.

‘You’re going to suck my cock?’

It was a question, and Matthew nodded without thinking. Rodney hadn’t crushed his balls. That, at least, hadn’t happened, and Matthew knew enough about the body to know that his testicles would still be alright, or could be, if he didn’t get an infection. They wouldn’t be the same as they had been, but would be good enough. All Rodney had to do was open the plates and pull them off the spikes.

Matthew turned his head and looked down at them. His cock was drooping over them, a line of spend come dangling from in. Inside the plates there was blood and come, but his testicles weren’t crushed. All Rodney had done was skewer them.

Looking at it, Matthew felt a little sick at the pleasure he had got from having them skewered. It was like he had done something, gone too far like Lukas had used to do, got pleasure out of it, and was now regretting it, when he hadn’t done anything. It hadn’t been his idea to skewer his nuts. He never would have done that on his own.

‘Are you going to pull them out of there?’ Matthew said, looking up at Rodney, and hearing his own voice cracked and high, the way he had used to hear Lukas’, when Lukas got his nuts worked.

Rodney nodded solemnly. He grabbed the stool between Matthew’s legs and tugged at it, tugging it away from Matthew’s groin. The testicle crusher fell off it, and dangled, the heavy steel plates dangling on Matthew’s skewed testicles. Matthew winced, but, unable to help himself, he felt his cock start to rise again.

Rodney set the stools up between Matthew’s knees. He grabbed the belt around his waist and pulled it up high, pulling it and the pouch attached to it up to his chest, and then he got up on the stools, standing, his erect cock poking Matthew in the face. Matthew tried to move his head back, but the head of Rodney’s cock poked him in the eye.

Rodney put one hand on the top of Matthew’s head and held his cock with the other. He angled it down, angling it into Matthew’s mouth, and Matthew opened his lips, tasting Rodney’s salty precum on the end of his cock.

Rodney thrust his cock into the back of Matthew’s mouth. He grabbed Matthew’s head with both hands and started to thrust forward, moving both his hips and Matthew’s head at the same time. In less than a minute, he was bashing Matthew’s head, rhythmically, with every thrust, against the solid block of wood behind him.

Rodney came, exploding into Matthew’s mouth, and Matthew felt like he would choke. He wanted to spit, but he knew what Rodney wanted. Forcing himself, he swallowed, and then he felt, unexpectedly, a second explosion of come from Rodney’s cock. The tablets, Matthew supposed. And again, he swallowed.

Rodney pulled back and stepped off the stools. He wiped the back of his hand across his mouth and smiled at Matthew.

‘Jeez, thanks dude,’ he said. ‘I haven’t ever had my dick sucked like that before.’ He reached his hands up to his chest and struggled with the belt, pulling it down to his hips and covering his cock with the pouch, as though he needed to cover himself, as though he was going out somewhere.

‘Now,’ he said, squatting down on his heels, ‘time for a little turn of the screw. He picked the testicle crusher up and put it back on the stool. And then, to Matthew’s amazement, he started turning the screw.

Matthew sat up rapidly, his body rigid.

‘You said you wouldn’t, Rodney. You said you’d take them out of there.’

Rodney didn’t answer. He turned the screw a complete revolution, and then he reached back between Matthew’s legs and turned the screw there a little, opening Matthew’s arse even wider. When he had finished he stood up and smiled at Matthew.

Matthew stared at him open-mouthed.

Rodney disappeared, walking behind Matthew again, and Matthew turned his head down. His balls were held firmly between the plates, skewered, and a little flattened. It would take a lot, as he knew from Lukas, to actually crush them. Involuntarily, his cock jerked, and Matthew swore.

He turned his head, twisting it, so that he could see Rodney behind him. Rodney was walking along the table of implements again, and all Matthew could see was his firm arse, as he bent forward a little, looking at something. His had something in his hands and he was testing it, twisting it. Matthew stared at him, watching him intently, though his neck started to ache. Rodney turned, and Matthew saw, without needing to be told, what was in his hands. The crocodile shears. And something else, some long, pointed instrument.

Matthew swallowed, but he kept his eyes locked on Rodney until Rodney reappeared in front of him, the crocodile shears in one hand, and the long, shiny something, like a skewer, in the other.

Rodney slipped the skewer into his belt, like he was a hunter with a knife. He held the crocodile up, beside his head, and held the tail of it, so that the mouth opened and closed as he moved it.

‘Hello, Matthew,’ he said in a high-pitched voice, as he moved the crocodile’s mouth. ‘Can I eat your penis?’