The Fishing Trip

Wanda and Nan had had it. Wanda’s husband Jim and Nan’s husband Tom had been going fishing on the Outer Banks at Hatteras for several years in the Spring and the

Fall. Their wives had suspected that they were doing more than fishing for some time. The men both 42, had known each other since they played football together in high school in Raleigh. They married their wives, both cheerleaders at the same high school soon, after they graduated. Neither couple had children, they decided that children would complicate their lives too much and hold them back from doing the things they wanted to do. Tom and Jim were both handsome men - strong, vigorous and fit. They stayed fit by working out at the gym, playing tennis, and racket ball. Tom was tall slim and blond with steel blue eyes. Jim had dark hair, was shorter than Tom, built like a wrestler, and had a little black goatee and dark eyes that sometimes made him look diabolical. Their wives started to suspect that something was going on during the fishing trips when their husbands began to lose interest in them sexually when they turned 40. They decided to hire a detective to trail them on their spring trip to Hatteras. He followed the men to a local bar where they picked up two pretty blond girls in their late twenties. They invited the girls to their motel room where they spent the night. When their wives confronted them with this information they denied that anything had happened. Said the girls had followed them to their rooms because they were locked out of their own, and needed a place to stay that night, but nothing had happened. Wanda and Nan did not believe it. They were tired of the lies; they rarely saw their husbands, as they were out playing poker or staying out late at night “at work” and other excuses. They were sick and tired and wanted to do something about it.

Wanda knew a cute nurse, Liz, who worked for a urologist, Wanda and Liz talked and started to formulate a plan. One Monday night early in October the men were out playing their weekly poker game so Wanda and Nan met Liz at D.J’s Restaurant where they ordered Cosmopolitans.

“We know where they hang out at Hatteras, a place called Pop’s Place. They play pool, throw darts, smoke cigars and eat oysters. It is where all the locals hang out. The cute local girls hang out there trying to pick up the fishermen.” Wanda began. “Nan and I will rent a couple of motel rooms, we will stay in one and, Liz you and Betty stay in the other one. Betty works with Liz at the Urology clinic, Nan.” Wanda said turning to Nan. “You two can hang out at Pop’s and see if you can pick up Jim and Tom.”

“The real fun will begin if the men take the bait.” Nan said. She and Wanda had put a lot of thought into their plan. They wanted their husbands to pay dearly for their transgressions.

“Let me get this straight,” Liz said. “If they take the bait, you want me to drug them, follow them to their room and cut their nuts out of their nut sacks and give them to you to feed to the crabs, right?”

“That’s right.” Wanda said.

Nan took a drink of her cosmopolitan. “Without their nuts they won’t be quite as frisky and will be much easier to control. I could count the number of times Tom and I have sex in the past two years on one hand, he always has some kind of excuse. Without his nuts I can control his sexual appetite - give him testosterone gel and Viagra when I am ready for him. But this way I will be in control. If he fucks up again, he loses his dick, it’s as simple of that.” Nan said with a flourish.

“Ditto for me.” Said Wanda, ordering a second Cosmopolitan.

“This way they remain our slaves for as long as we want them. Even if they are worthless sons of bitches, they do make good money.” The two men owned a very successful software company and kept their wives in fine homes, expensive cars, fine furs, jewelry and clothes.

“Sounds like a plan.” Liz said. “The nutting part is easy. I do it several times a week when I help the doctor perform vasectomies. We ask our patients to shave their pubic area completely before they come in. I give them a shot to deaden the scrotum and pubic area then we make an incision just above the scrotum and the doctor pulls out the spermatic cord cuts the vas and stitches it, keeping everything else in place. I have also assisted with oroectomies, you pull out the testicle by the cord then cut the cord and suture it, it is a piece of cake - then you sew up the incision in the pubis and let the patient go home.”

“Can you do it in a motel room, out of the doctors office?” Nan asked.

“It will be a piece of cake.” Liz said, “We can put a sedative in their drink, put them to sleep, then begin the operation. It will be as easy as taking candy from a baby.”

“You know I have been thinking. It would be a shame to open up their nut sacks and close them back up without leaving something to remember us by.” Wanda said. “I was thinking we could put a couple of two inch steel ball bearings to knock around a bell on a cats collar. It may even help stretch the ball sac and be a little painful when they bang together.”

“Sounds like a great idea.” Nan said.

“I want to take their nuts and use them to go crabbing like we use chick necks. Then we can boil up the crabs and feed them to the guys when they come home.”

“Yeah, I can video tape the crabs feeding on their nuts and show it to the boys after they eat.”

“Oh, you two are SOOO wicked.” Liz said, finishing her second Cosmopolitan.

It was the last week in October. The men drove to the Outer Banks Wednesday morning. They didn’t know that their wives went to the beach the same day. Wanda and Nan told them they were going to Nan’s condo in Blowing Rock with some girlfriends. They guys stayed at the Sea Gull Motel in Hatteras. The girls, unknown to their husbands stayed at Holiday Inn Express near the Ocracoke Hatteras ferry. The women rented cars and wore wigs and disguises in case they ran into their husbands. Liz and Betty hung out at Pops and met Tom and Jim the first night. Liz had long natural blond hair that fell in waves to her shoulders. She had a very shapely body and wore a white tee shirt that said, I would rather fish with a big Johnson. She wore short cut off blue jeans. Betty had short black hair, wore short shorts and a very tight pink Abercrombie tee shirt.

“Don’t you guys come down here to go fishing?” Betty asked.

“Sure, but fishing is secondary to having a good time.” Tom said. “We go surf fishing, so we can go out anytime we want to and stay up as late as we want.”

“You aren’t married are you?” Liz said looking at the white place on Jim’s finger where his wedding band should have been.

“Divorced. Both of us are divorced, foot loose and fancy free.” Tom said. “How about you girls.”

“Never been married, either one of us.” Betty said, truthfully. They were both in their late twenties.

“Want to come to our room and party? I make a great Cosmopolitan.” Jim said.

“We need to stop by our motel room and pick up some things, then we’ll meet you at your motel.” Liz said.

“See you all at the Sea Gull, room 119 in about thirty minute, okay?”

“Okay, see you there.”

The women met them at the Sea Gull forty-five minutes later. The men had planned to put date rape drugs in the girl’s drinks, but the women were faster than the men. Liz fixed the men Scotch on the rocks and discreetly slipping a white powder into the glasses.

“Tell me about your wife, Jim, you say you are divorced.” Liz asked handing him his drink.

“She was a real bitch. All she was interested in was money. We never had sex. We divorced two years ago. Best thing I ever did was to get rid of her.” He took a big swig from his drink. Betty gave Tom his drink and he took a big swig as well. Soon both of them were out cold. Wanda and Nan had been listening to what their husbands said through tiny microphones that Betty and Liz wore. As soon as Liz said they men were out Wanda and Nan drove to the Sea Gull.

“Divorced, huh, and his wife was a bitch.” Wanda said, resisting the urge to kick her husband as he lay back on the bed with a glass of Scotch spilled on the bed beside him.

Wanda and Nan pulled their husbands clothes off and went through their pockets where they found the rubbers and the date rape drug.

“Bastards,” Nan said, so they planned to drug you girls and rape you all, using rubbers to protect themselves of course. She also had to resist the urge to kick her naked unconscious husband. They then laid each of the men out on separate beds. Tom did look good naked, Nan thought, remembering the reason she married him in the first place. His narrow hips tapered to wide shoulders, a firm chest and great arms. He also had well defined abs and strong legs. The piece de resistance, however, was the sizable piece of meat he packed - ten inches erect, the last time she measured it. Now is was leisurely draped across one leg, head pointing downward. She couldn’t help but become turned on thinking about what they were about to do to her helpless husband.

“You all will need to shave your husbands now.” Liz said.

“Are you sure they will not wake up.” Wanda said.

“They are asleep for at least twenty four hours, trust me. I know my pharmaceuticals.” Liz said with confidence.

“I have a special treat,” Nan said, taking a bottle of Nair from her pocketbook, which she poured liberally over her husband’s crotch.

“Good idea,” Wanda said, taking the bottle from Nan when she had finished, pouring the rest of the bottle on the crotch of her well-endowed husband. Jim’s meat measured about nine inches erect. He was also in good shape, doing a good job of maintaining the buff body that he had as a high school athlete. Wanda and Nan then took safety razors and shaved their husband’s privates. Liz poured beta dine on cotton and swabbed their pubic areas and their ample but flaccid penises with the orange liquid. Everything that she needed was packed in a black leather bag the size of a briefcase. Liz pulled out a scalpel handing it to Betty to sterilize.

After the instruments were sterilized, Liz put on a sterile mask and gloves and began to work on Jim. She first injected his scrotum and pubis with a local anesthetic and waited for it to take effect. She made a cut about two and a half inches long just above the scrotum to the right of penis. She then used a hooked instrument to pull the thick spermatic cord out and then the fatty white testicle with its little white cap. She clamped the cord then cut it below the clamp, handing the testicle dangling from its cord, to Betty who put it in a stainless steel basin. Liz then touched the end of the cord with a cauterizing tool, and sutured the artery. A tiny line of smoke rose from the place where the cord was cauterized.

“Do you have the ball bearings?” She asked Nan. Nan took four two inch steel ball bearings out of her purse and handed them to Betty who sterilized them, then handed the first one to Liz who pushed it through the cut in Jim’s pubis. “I will sew up the incision in his pubis with fishing line for strength, plus it is poetic justice don’t you think.” Betty gave her the sterilized fishing line, which she threaded onto a large needle then sewed up the wound. She then repeated the procedure on the second testicle.

When she started to work on Tom, Nan produced a huge metal hook from her purse. “I bought these at the tackle store in Hatteras, they are Marlin hooks. You don’t have any ideas about how we could use them do you?”

“I’ve got an idea.” Liz said. “While I finish nutting your husband, you girls take this file and file off the barb on the end of it, and take some of the sharpness off the end, like they do when they use these to catch and release fish.

As a thin line of smoke arose from Tom’s second cord, Betty dropped his second testicle into the stainless steel basin with Jim’s, and Liz finished stitching the cut above Tom’s scrotum after she dropped the last shiny ball bearing into the empty sac. Their scrotums stretched with their new loads almost touching the bed between their spread apart legs. Then she took one of the filed hooks and inserted it in the meatus of Jim’s flaccid penis. She worked the end through the urethra, temporarily forcing the penis to assume the shape of the large metal hook. She continued to work the hook until it bumped out from the bottom of the penis just above the scrotum. She then took the scalpel and opened a tiny hole so that the tip of the hook poked out just above the scrotum. She pushed it through until the only the eye of the hook stuck out from the head of his penis. Wanda cut the lure off of her husband’s fishing rod and tied the line to the eye of the hook. Liz repeated the same procedure with Tom - threading the hook through his flaccid penis until the eye of the hook was buried in the eye of his penis and Nan tied the line on his fishing rod to it.

“Hooked!” Nan said, “How appropriate that these too whore dogs were hooked by their wives. Shall we reel them in?” Wanda said, picking up her husband’s fishing rod and tugging on her catch. Betty video taped the wives reeling in their ample catches. “This is just too much fun.” Nan said. When the women finished having fun with their hapless victims, they untied the lines from the hooks and put the fishing rods against the wall. Nan handed Wanda a piece of clear tubing to put over the sharp end of the hook. “Hear, put this over the hook so they won’t hurt themselves when they role around in their sleep.”

“How considerate,” Wanda said slipping the tube over the sharp end of the hook.

Liz and Betty gathered their instruments and handed the stainless steel basin containing their trophies to Wanda and Nan. The women then left, leaving the men to sleep off their adventure.

Early the next morning the women took the testicles in a bucket with string and weights and wadded through the muck of the tidal waters at the back of the island to go crabbing. After washing the testicles in the brackish water, Wanda and Nan each tied the end of a piece of heavy string about ten feet long around the spermatic cords of their husbands testicles, then tied them to a three-ounce lead weight. The fatty white meat looked like the uncooked chicken necks they often used for crabbing. They then threw the tethered testicles into the water held to the sandy bottom by the lead weight until several blue crabs came up to nibble on the meat. Liz ran the video camera, zooming in as the crab claws bit into the white orbs and their long white cords under the clear shallow water. They pulled up several crabs dangling from the meat, netted them and put them in a bucket until the meat was nibbled and shredded. They caught a bucket full of crabs that way. When they had caught all they needed they untied the remains of the testicles and threw them into the water and watched as crabs swarmed the meat, ripping it to pieces. The video cameras ran until the last morsel was consumed.

The women then returned home to Cary with the crabs, which they boiled and made into a crabmeat soufflé.

Jim was the first to wake up. He had a terrible headache, but then he noticed a sharp pain in his crotch. He lay naked on top of the bed so he looked down. To his horror his dick was colored orange, covered with dried blood and appeared to have been run through with a huge marlin hook poking through just above his scrotum. Luckily the barb had been removed so he was able to gingerly slide it through and out of his slowly erecting penis. With the hook in hand, he noticed that his crotch had been shaved and there were fishing line stitches in two cuts above his scrotum on his pubis. His ball sack hung much lower than usual. When he stood up his ball sack stretched even further and he felt the heavy metal balls in it thud together painfully. He lifted his scrotum in his hand, and felt the balls - they were hard and heavy, not soft and pliant like they were supposed to be. He then looked at Tom lying on the other bed with the giant hook through his penis. He woke Tom up. Tom screamed when he saw his penis impaled on the huge marlin hook. He carefully removed the huge hook from his penis, then, like Jim he noticed his shaved crotch and the fishing line stitches. When he stood up Tom felt his ball sac stretch with the weight of the ball bearings. Jim thought he heard a muffled thud when his friend stood. They both realized that their own tender, fleshy, manly parts had been replaced with hard, metallic balls. They were too embarrassed to go to a doctor. They instead went home. Tom actually liked the way the ball bearings stretched his scrotum but didn’t tell Jim, who also secretly liked it. But he thought it would be difficult to play tennis and racquet ball without the use of a good athletic supporter.

When they got home Wanda had them all over for crab meat soufflé.

“I understand you guys had a good fishing trip, caught a big one, but had to release it, right?” Wanda said as she served the steaming soufflé. The men had not gone fishing after their nutting, they bought some fish at a fish market and told their wives they caught the fish. They also made up a story about catching and releasing a marlin on a deep-sea fishing boat – a story with at least a grain of truth.

After they finished eating, they went into the den and Wanda popped a videotape into the recorder.

“Nan and I such a great time in the mountains that we brought back some video tape for you guys to see.”

The video started off with the women reeling in their husbands penis’s hooked to the giant marlin hooks, then changed to the video of their husband’s testicles being eaten by crabs. The voices were of the men talking to Liz and Betty.

“What is this?” Jim said.

“You heard it.” Wanda said. “If you say anything about it we will divorce you two and take everything you own. You know that the company was started with our help and our money. We own just as much as you do. If we divorce we get it all.”

“What do you want?” Tom asked his wife.

“Absolute devotion.” Nan said. “We want you to be our sex slaves. We control the sex around here, we control the viagra, the testosterone - all if it. But no fooling around - if we find you have cheated on us again, we take your penis’s and make change purses out of your newly stretched ball sacs.” She paused for effect. “Is it a deal?”

Jim and Tom looked at each other in resignation then turned to their wives and said. “It’s a deal.”

From that time on the men were devoted to their wives and did not stray. They knew what lay in store for them if they did, and in time without their balls, they became much more docile and compliant. They kept the ball bearing balls and watched their ball sacks stretch considerably. To keep their sex lives going the women gave their husbands testosterone gel and Viagra periodically.

Wanda and Nan didn’t tell their husbands about the crabmeat soufflé until the next day. They didn’t want them to spit it up - but wanted them to be able to fully digest what had just been dished out to them.