My Father, the Sadist

My brother Joe and I - my name's Bob, are 18 year old identical twins. Our mother died giving birth to us, and we have been brought up by our father, who never re-married. Her family was well off, and she left our dad enough money that he didn't have to work, and we were able to live comfortably in the outer suburbs of a medium sized mid-western city.

Before I get any further into this story I would like to relate something that will give you an inkling of what kind of kids we are. We don't think of oursellves as being gay, but we do enjoy, and have done for about 5 years, the 69 position - giving each other simultameous blow jobs. In high school we became known as the BJ kids - from our initials. Nobody knew how appoptriate the name was for another reason. We both like girls and most of all we like fucking them. It wasn't long after we started dating that we got the idea of switching dates once in a while. We tried to be very careful about this, telling each other what we had done and talked about on our previos dates, so that we wouldn't get caught out by coming up with the wrong answer to a question for example. However, we got overconfident and one evening wore the wrong clothes and both girls got suspicious. They solved the problem by making us get tattoos - a small "B" or "J" just below our belly-buttons. Oh well, it was fun while it lasted.

When we moved into this house about 4 years ago, our dad partitioned off half of the basement, accessed by a sturdy door that was secured by a padlock with a combination lock. We were told that we would never be allowed into this laboratory, as he called it, and any attempt to gain entrance would have dire consequences. We did note that several mysterious crates and cartons were delivered to the house, but they were taken intto the lab, as I will call it, while Joe and I were at school. For the next few weeks there were lots of hammering, drilling and sawing noises coming from the basement while Joe and I were at home. Then these stopped and Dad was back with us in the evenings. I asked him during dinner one evening if he could tell us what he was doing down there, but he merely said that it was a secret project and he couldn't talk about it.

A few weeks ago I came home at lunch time to get a book I had forgotten to take to school with me in the morning. Just as I reached the front door I thought I hesrd a muffled scream coming from inside the house. Telling myself it was probably a cat or some other animal in the back yard, I thought no more about it. Little did I know it at the time, but in a couple of weeks Joe and I would find out what had caused that scream, and a lot of other unbelievable things as well.

Last week, we were called into the principal's office. When we entered we were confronted by the principal and a police officer, both with solemn expressions on their faces. The principal told us to sit down as Officer Perkins had some very bad news for us. We looked at each other, both thinking the same thing - something must have happened to Dad. Our fears were quickly realized; Dad had been killed in an automoble accident some distance from the city. The Principal told us that as it was so close to the end of term, and as we had completed our exams, we did not need to complete the school year, though we could attend the graduation ceremonies if we felt up to it. Officer Perkins would drive us home as he had one or two questions for us, though he would understand if we did not feel like answering them at this time. That suddenly, our school days were over.

During the short drive to our house, Perkins told us that Dad's car had been struck head-on by another veh[cle that had strayed across the highway's centerline. Dad and his passenger, as well as the other vehicle's sole occupant, had been killed instantly. "Passenger?", I queried. "Who was the passenger". Perkins asserted that they hadn't been able to identify him as he had no identification or money in his possession. He was a black man, aged about 45 to 50, and from his clothing and general appearance was probably a homeless person or derelict. Joe and I were mystified; we had no idea who he could be.

Perkins then mentioned that one of us would have to identify Dad's body. It could wait until tomorrow if we didn't feel like doing it todsy. Joe and I looked at each other and I nodded. Joe then told Perkins thst it wouidn't be any easier tomorrow, so we might as well get it over. With that Perkind turned the cruiser around and took us to the morgue. I will not go into details of that harrowing experience. We identified Dad's mutilated remains, did not recognize the passenger. Perkins then gave us Dad's wallet and keys - the only things he hsd been carrying, and drove us home, saying that he or possibly a Detective would be in touch later.

As soon as we got home I called Mr. Jessup, Dad's attorney, and told him what had happened. He said he would take care of all the funeral arrangements and also that Dad had made a will and also had left with him a sealed letter which was to be delivered to us at the time of his death. This letter had been written just after Joe and I celebrated our 18th. birthday. If he died before we were 18, Mr. Jessop told us, arrangements had been mada for us to live with his sister Mavis and her husband in Florida. The house and its contents were with the exeption of our personal belongings were to be sold. It seemed clear that Dad did not want us to see what was in the mysterious "Laboratory" before we were 18, and not even then if he died before we reached that age.

Following the funeral Mr. Jessup came to the house and read us the contents of the will. Everything was left to us, with the exception of a generous annuity for his sister. Mr. Jessup then handed me the sealed letter and departed. As soon as he left we ripped open the envelope and pulled out the contents. A slip of paper fell to the floor and Joe pounced on it. It just contained a six digit number - hopefully the combination for the padlock on the door of the Lab. We were tempted to rush downstairs right away, but decided to read the letter first.

Dad had written, "The fact that you are reading this means that I am dead, and have died before revealing to you both the contents and purpose of my laboratory. I intended letting you into the secret when I felt you were ready for it, but ready or not here you go. The so-called laboratory is actually a modern Torture Chamber. Its sole purpose is the removal and destruction of male genital organs, usually but not always, accomplished with the maximum amount of pain." I looked at Joe, who was reading this along with me, and noticed the he, like me, had a growing bulge in his pants. Dad went on, "For some time now I have been visiting bars in and out of state and selecting men whom I felt would benefit from my ministrations, Sometimes I visited areas populated by the less fortunate, but by one means or another I persuaded them to enter my car where they were drugged and brought to this house. I had to do this in the daytime on weekdays, when you were in school. Once in the Lab and properly secured I brought them back to conciousness so that they could enjoy to the full the procedure I had deemed would be most suitable for each of them." You know something", I said, "our father was a nut case". Joe just nodded, and we went on reading, "I never spent more than half an hour with each customer, then drugged them again and returned them to the city where I had found them. I left them outside hospitals so that their wounds could be attended to. I would call 911

after dropping them off so that they would be found quickly. They would remember everything that had happened to them, but I disguised myself so that they could not identify me." Dad went on to tell us that inside the lab we would find a wall safe containing an instruction manual for all the equipment in the lab, and also some preserved examples of what he considered outstanding penises and testicles.

Joe and I almost knocked each other over in our hurry to get to the Lab. Then Joe read out the numbers of the combination while I entered them on the lock's keypad.

That done, we opened the door and stepped inside. There was a light-switch by the goor and I turned it on. After surveying the scene before us we both said, "Holy cow". The room was dominated by a padded table or bench in the center. This item was Y-shaped with a padded head rest at one end. There were a variety of straps secured at several places along each side as well as what looked like attachment points for different instruments and other devices. Above the table, which was mounted on a circular pedestal in the center, was a large video screen, angled so as to be viewed by the tables occupant. Also suspended from the ceiling were two video cameras.

After taking in the details of this impressive setup we turned our attention to the rest of the room. There was a sink in one corner and shelving along one sidewall. These shelved contained various mysterious objects; the only item we recognized was a small microwave oven. I noticed tha this appliance had an approximately 1.5" hole in the middle of its glass door. I nudged Joe and asked him if he could guess the purpose of this circular hole. He looked at it for a couple of seconds then turned to me with a grin on his face and said, "Yes, I can". The other sidewall had a control panel with several instrument dials, knobs and switches. there were a few electrical cables, terminated by alligator clips, dangling from holes in the panel. There were also large, colored diagrams of the male uro-genital system and finally, a Vide/DVD player and a wall safe. The rear wall, containing the door, was devoted to photos of "customers" enjoying the ministrations of the various devices we had seen. Actually, from the expressions on their faces, I would say that 'enjoying' was not quite the right word.

We now went to the wall safe and took out the objects it contained. These were: a loose-leaf notebook - evidently the instruction manual; a DVD disc with "Play this first" written on it; 3 tall cylinders, made of clear plastic with an erect penis embedded in each one, and 2 plastic cubes about 4 inches on a side, each containing a single huge testicle with its cords removed. All these objects had small plates at the base. The penises - one black, two white, had the first name of the former owner, and the date of its removal One side of each clyinder had a ruler scaled in inches and fractiond, showing the length of each penis. These were 11 1/2", 11" and 10 1/2" respectively. The testicles had, along with the mame and date, the weight of what had been a pair - 354 grams and 337 grams.

Having not quite obeyed the "Play this first" instruction, we now did so. Having found a couple of folding chairs in one corner of the room we positioned ourselves on either side of the narrow table, facing the screen. I pressed Play on the remote and with no introductory music or credits we were greeted by the smiling face of our Dad. This gave us a bit of a jolt - seeing him alive again was a bit too much to handle right away. I pressed Stop, and then waited until we had gotten our emotios under control before continuing the presention. After telling us that the first procedure we would witness made use of what he called the 'Wiener Roaster'. Dad's face disappeared. The next scene showed a naked, rather skinny middle-aged man strapped to the table, which hed been tilted forward about 45 degrees. I forgot to mention earlier that the table had footrests to prevent the subject from slipping down, even slightly, when the table was tilted. Dad then swiveled the microwave to a position immediately in front of the man's groin and, taking his fully erect 6" cock in one hand, he pushed it into the hole in the glass door while moving the appliance close to the man's body with the other. The man, knowing what was to come was absolutely terrified. He was squirming against his restraints while his attempts to scream were stifled by the ball gag in his mouth.

Dad then used the microwave's own control panel to program the machine to start at the lowest setting then increasing it once a minute. shutting off after 7 minutes. He then hit the start button and moved away from the table. While his cock was cooking and his struggles and attempts to scream intensified, we heard Dad's voice explain to us that even at the minimum setting the pain was became unendurable after a few seconds. However before the seven minutes are up the nerves will have been destroyed and the pain will diminish, though he may not be conscious to benefit from it. A few minutes after Dad finished talking the microwave dinged and shut itself off, The man did not react to this, and was evidenly not aware of anything that was happening. Dad swiveled the appliance away from his groin, letting thr cooked 'weiner' slide out of thr hole. It was an ugly sight. The skin was split open in several places and had turned red and rough looking The internal parts that showed through the gaps in the skin looked like well done beefsteak. Dad got a plate and held it under the steaming cock. He then gave it a sharp tap with a knife where it joined the uncooked stub and it dropped onto the plate. "Not a pretty sight", He said, "but I don't suppose Thruster will mind". Thruster is our 7 year old German Shepherd, and if he's been getting cock treats I'm not surprised he occasionly doesn't finish his dinner.

The tape cut back to Dad in his narrator role - ir was getting confusing, seeing him as himself in this role, but in disguise including a rather phony looking beard and moustachein in the tortutr scenes. Anyway he told us that the next device to be demonstrated was called the Frying Pan. As we could see, it resembled an ordinary domestic lmplement but with differences. Dad explainrd that it had a built-in heating element and an insulated base that enabled it to be placed on the subject's stomach when in use. It was used in conjunction with a device called a Ball Slicer, which would now be demonstrated. Dad explained that the ball slicer contained six vertical blades. The tape now showed the subject, this time a well built black man with large genitals. He had been prepared for this session by having his scrotum cut open and his testicles pulled out and lying on his stomach, still attached to their cords. Dad then took one testicle and pushed it into the lower part of an open-fronted box attached to an electric cable. Holding the box in one hand he pushed a button on the top and almost immediately the subject started the, by now familiar struggling, accompanied by barely audible muffled screams. We could see that the six blades were cutting down through the trapped testicle. this took only a few seconds and Dad then tipped the box over so that the seven slices dropped into the frying pan. The central slice was still attached to its cords. The process was repeated with the other testicle. Dad then dropped some margarine into the already heated pan, saying over his shoulder, "no sense in wasting money on these things - I'm not going to eat them". The next scene showed Dad flipping the ball slices over and spreading them out evenly around the pan. The man had stopped his efforts to escape and was lying quiety, staring at the video screen. The slices attached to their cords obviously no longer had any sensation. The final scene showed dad handing the man a plateful of ball slices, along with a fork. He told the man he had two choices; he could either eat his fried balls and keep his cock or not eat them and his cock would end up preserved in plastic. The man decided on the first choice.

Dad, now back in his narrator role, told us that he had lied to the man. "There was no way he was going to leave here with that magnificent penis. I did take it off him relatively painlessly though." He then told us that this procedure would now be demonstrated, using a device called the Guillotine. Unlike a regular blade this one operates horizontally, using a very thin narrow diagonal blade. This is spring loaded and runs in an enclosed channel, instantly severing the penis as it shoots by. The subject will experience a brief sharp pain which almost immediately fades as the almost red-hot blade cauterizes the wound. "I think you will find what happens next quite interesting."

The video now showed the same black man we had seen before, now with an empty scrotum, on the table in its inclined position, with his cock pushed right to its base through a hole in the channel Dad had described. This was about 3 feet long with about 2 feet to the left, and one foot to the right of the man's cock. Behind the cock was a short tube with about 9 inches of penis dangling out of the end. Dad now explained to the man that he would feel some pain as the machine placed a band very tightly around his cock to prevent blood loss when his partner went to work on removing it. Dad then pressed a button on the control panel and almost immediately the man jerked as the knife zipped along inside its sound-proofed channel, and then lay still again. Next a flap in the door at the front of the room opened and in came Thruster. At the sight of this animal, now drooling as he spotted the treat that was awaiting him, the man got very agitated as he envisioned the dog munching on his cock as he started to tear it from his body. The man didn't even notice that he felt nothing when Thruster started licking his cock and flicking it back and forth with his nose. Before he had time to prepare himself for the pain that was sure to come, Thruster gently took hold of the glans with his teeth and slowly pulled the already severed member out of the tube and carried it over towards Dad, who grabbed it from the dog before it could get damaged. Meanwhile, the man had fainted.

Thruster was well trained by our father. We had obtained him when he was 3 and Joe and I were 14. The dog seemed a little frustrated because there were no bitches living in the vicinity. He often had the tip of his penis protruding from its sheath, so one day one of us suggested we could help him out by giving him a hand job. After experimenting we found that the best method seemed to be a finger and thumb back and forth motion at the point on the sheath where the knot would form when erect. This was so much fun that we jerked Thruster off 3 or 4 times a day. After a few days the poor dog looked exhausted so we decided to give him a rest. That didn't last long becaue Joe and I dared each other to give the dog a BJ. Of course if one of us did the other would have to as well. I went first, and after finding a comfortablr position for boy and dog I got him erect. When I touched the end of his cock with my lips Thruster tried to back away, but when he realized that I wasn't about to bite his cock off he started pumping and came before I was expecting it. My mouth rapidly filled with doggy cum. It didn't taste very nice and I was glad I hadn't let him get the knot inside my mouth. I quickly scrambled out from under the dog and dashed into the bathroom, where I was able to spit out the cum and rinse my mouth out. When I got back to the bedroom Joe was laughing. "You should have seen yourself when you ran out of here with your hand over your mouth and your cheeks all puffed out." I grinned at him. "Don't worry. In a couple of hours I'll probably be watching you do the same thing."

Dad now told us that was the end of the video demonstrations. He went on to explain to us that there were other devices listed in the handbook that weren't particularly interesting to watch on video. These included one for mechanically injecting a powerful acid into the testicles, and something that he called a Cock Vibrator. This consisted of an electrally driven crankshaft with a piston rod with a ring at the end. The ring went around the subjects cock near the base. When the machine was operating it would push and pull the cock about one inch. At a low speed this was not uncomfortable, but with the speed increased to 1000 rpm it was intolerable. The cock would literally shake itself to pieces. For this reason there was a plastic shield around the cock to prevent blood from flying all over the lab. A similar device was used on the testicles. This time the ring went around the neck of the scrotum with predictable results when operating at high speed. Dad was just telling us about something that involved a tank containing Piranha fish when the doorbell rang.

I opened the door to see officer Perkins and a man in plain clothes. After I had invited them in, sat thrm down in the living room and offered them a drink, which they refused, Perkins introduced his companion as Special Agent Myers of the FBI.

Myers answered our unspoken question by telling us they were working on a case that covered several Midwestern States ranging from Indiana to North Dakota, and also Kentucky, Ohio and Pennsylvania. When examining the wreckage of Dad's car they had found an undamaged DVD disc in the glove compartment. This was labeled "Lab Experiments - Backup. This tape revealed that your father had been carrying out some highly illegal "experiments" in the basement of this house. Your father had been very clever. He never brought more than one victim here from each State so that no connection between them had been made. The disc also showed that you boys knew nothing about his activities. "That's right," I said. "ln fsct, we had almost finished watching the disc when you arrived. We were horrified," I added piously.

"The good news is that you won't be charged with anything," Myers told us, "But the bad news is that we will have to remove all those devices and destroy them." He then asked to be shown the Laboratory. He and Perkins looked round in amazement when they saw the full extent of what Dad had achieved. He punched out a number on his cell phone. "You can bring the boys in now," he said. Raising his eyebrowd at me he pointed at the door at the front of the room. I nodded. "Bring them in through the garage he continued." As he put the phone away I told him that the door from the garage had a combination lock which I would open for him. He said he was sorry that he had to do this but he couldn't take the chance that we might want to continue in our father's footsteps. "Nothing could be further from our thoughts," replied Joe - fingers crossed behind his back.

"Damn, damn, damn," I shouted, after the men had left. "Now what are we going to do." "Don't worry about it," Joe answered cheerfully, "I'm sure we'll find something interesting to occupy our time."