My name is Edward. It was an ordinary weekend day. Saturday. It was still light. I was tired of walking, I hailed a taxi. The black cab pulled over to the kerb. The driver asked where I was going. I told him. He replied he could take me there, but he would have to make a delivery of a parcel on the way. I agreed. As we started the journey he radioed someone and said ‘The package is with me’. We sped through the city centre and headed for the industrial estate.

When we reached the industrial estate the driver turned up this lane and stopped outside a fire door of what looked like a factory. He then went on his radio and said: ‘I am here’. We sat a while until the fire door opened and out of came two well built men wearing shades. One opened the passenger door of the car and told me to get out. I did as he said a little bewildered and I was pushed through the open fire door which was immediately snapped shut behind me. They both took an arm of mine and forced me down a long corridor to a door which they opened and pushed me into a dark room. The door was shut behind me and I was left in the darkness. It was pitch black darkness. Disorientating darkness.

I felt a sudden rush of fear and I began to try and find an exit to no avail. I stood there in this darkness. I listened but I could hear no sound what so ever. The air around me was dumb. I panicked and began to shout ‘Where am I?’ Nothing replied. I began to feel my way around the walls again. I gave up and stood frozen on the spot. I don’t know how long I had stood there. It may have been moments, it may have been hours. I could not work out time in this silent darkness.

Suddenly in the silence I found myself in a blinding light. It was a spotlight trained on me. At last a voice boomed out over a loud speaker: “Take off all your clothes and you will not be harmed!” I cried out: “Who are you? What do you want from me? Where am I?” The voice boomed out again: “Take off all your clothes or someone will do it for you. There is no escape. You must do as I say!” I decided that was a threat and began to undress. I pushed off my shoes. I took off my jacket and then my shirt. I undid my belt and loosened my fly and pushed my trousers to the ground. I stepped out of them, I then pushed my pants over my thighs and let them drop to the floor I then stepped out of them lastly I took off my socks. I was totally naked. The spot light went out and I was in darkness again.

A while later another spotlight came on in another part of the room and a stainless steel table was revealed to me. It had leather straps and was raised at an angle at one end. The reflection of the spotlight on the table shone menacingly at me. I stood in the darkness staring at this object. A voice boomed out again: “Move over to the table and mount it and lie down on your back.” I did as I was told. I climbed on to the table and I felt the cold sting of the stainless steel on my back. The light then went out leaving me in darkness again. I began to think what was going on. What was happening to me? I thought that I was going to have to perform sex with someone or some people. Probably men.

I recalled the first time I had sex with a man. It was at a party. I got a little drunk and escorted a man called Timothy home. He stripped me and led me to a leather sofa. He immediately put his cock into my mouth. It was of a great girth and measured eight inches. He then lubricated my bottom and then pushed his cock into me right up to its root. I sobbed as my passage burned with pain and pleasure. My own cock is small but it grew to four inches as he rammed his cock in and out of me. I remember his moan as he filled my passage with his hot man lava. Straight after he came he removed his cock and placed it in my mouth. The taste of cum and mucus made me feel nauseous. But suck him I did till he was raging hard again. He pulled me round on to my side and proceeded to shaft me again. I moaned and I came all over the couch. After he came inside me again he made me lick his mucus saturated cock and then he made me lick my own cum off the couch.

My mind raced to another encounter with a man. This time I remember being taken into the bathroom and stripped and given the longest thickest cock I had ever experienced. He made me cum twice before he himself filled my passage with his hot cum. At the end of this sex encounter my bottom bled.

Suddenly the spot light came on again and the door opened and two men walked toward me. A voice from the loud speaker boomed again: “Shave his body from his navel down. One of the men came up to me while the other came behind me and pulled me back till I was fully stretched with my stomach out in a curve. I felt my left arm being strapped to one side of the table. Then my right arm was restricted in the same manner. The man then put two leather straps round my ankles and then another two around my calves. He then opened the part of the table where my calves were secured to form a V. My legs were stretched to such a degree That I thought I they would crack like a wishbone I did not understand the split in the table. The man then harnessed me to the table at my chest. The other man came up to me with an open razor and began to shave my stomach and then my cock and balls. I was sobbing in fear and asking the men what was going to happen. Neither replied to my questioning. One of them Said in a loud voice: “Shaved and secured”, before walking away into the darkness along with the other fellow. The room was again plunged into darkness.

I tried to struggle with my bonds to no avail. I gave up. The spot light came on again and I heard footsteps coming slowly toward me. I saw a thin man in a white coat holding a stainless steel tray with surgical instruments on it. He put the tray down at my right hand side. The man adjusted the table by pulling a few levers. I looked down at my cock and balls as they lay there naked.

The man did not look at me. He was concentrating on my balls, while whistling through his teeth. He reached into a pocket and produced a roll of surgical tape. He then began to tear strips of the tape off the roll. I counted three strips of tape in my head. He held my cock and pulled its foreskin back and secured it with the tape to my shaved stomach, with the three pieces of tape. All the while he whistled between his teeth.

He began to feel my scrotum. He tapped it with his forefinger. He then pulled on my left testicle. The man stretched it out as far as he could. I moaned with the pain it caused. He held it tight as his right hand reached towards the tray where it came to rest on a syringe with a one inch needle. He lifted the syringe and stuck the needle about half an inch into my left testicle and held it there. He then drove it all the way up to the syringe/ He continued to whistle. The pain was overpowering. It was like someone putting iron filings into my eye and rubbing the eye lid. So much so I began to cry. This did not move the man. He kept squeezing my testicle After some time he then put pressure on the plunger and I felt my testicle burn as it was filled with an acidic fluid. I screamed again. He slowly removed the needle from my testicle. I felt it withdraw from my testicle. He then held my right testicle, squeezed it firmly and did the same with the syringe. I was sobbing with pain and almost passed out. I held on to my senses. I felt my scrotum go slightly numb. He kept the needle in my testicle much longer than he did with my left one before removing it, again very slowly His game was to cause as much subtle pain in my scrotum as possible.

At this point my cock twitched, became hard and then went flaccid. The man checked that my cock was still secured to my stomach I cried again, asking for mercy. The man then put the syringe down on the tray and walked slightly into the darkness. I again looked down at my cock and scrotum and sobbed at my situation. He kept peering over at my scrotum and whistling. I asked in a soft voice: “Who are you?” he replied without looking at me: “I am your cutter”. I replied: “Cutter? He replied: “Yes”.

“My balls?” He replied “Yes”. I looked down at my balls and asked” Why?” He replied: “Because I want to”. I again asked for his mercy and promised I would do anything for him if he would leave me intact. He made no reply or gesture. I was resigned to the fact there was no escaping my fate. The pain in my testicles made my mind drift almost into oblivion.

I came to my senses as I heard him walk toward me again and grimly stand before me. IT WAS TIME!!

His right hand lifted off the tray a long serrated knife. He separated my balls with his left thumb and fore finger and rubbed the skin together. I saw and felt him plunge the knife into my scrotum. He cut it open round to my anus with a sawing action. I heard the blade cut into me. It sounded as though he was cutting into a chicken’s neck. I looked down to see testicles fall out of my cut scrotum. He then cut most of my scrotum off and I heard it hit the floor between my open legs. I looked down and saw my testicles glistening pink, red and blue in the cold light. Beyond my testicles I saw a small pool of blood, which was mine, gathering on the table. I screamed for help. But I knew no help would come. He then put my left testicle into the palm of his left hand and gave it a tight squeeze. All I could was close my eyes. I saw him begin to tease out all its tubes. The man then cut all the tubes one by one until my testicle was free in his hand. He then sutured the blood vessels with a small instrument that was red hot. I smelled the aroma of my burning flesh and I screamed again. He then proceeded to pay the same attention to my other testicle. This time he put into an instrument which had two sharp teeth and began turning a little wheel. I saw my testicle burst open and this yellowish substance mixed with blood fill the palm of his hand. I began to ask him to stop. He then used a sharp thin knife to sever the tubes until it too was free from my body. Again I smelled the aroma of my burnt flesh. He then proceeded to sew up what was left of my scrotum by pulling tight on its ragged edges. He examined my cock and undid the tape. The man held it in his hand. “Not it too?” I sobbed. He pulled my foreskin over my glistening end. He then turned and walked away into the darkness still holding my testicles.

Soon two men came into the room and loosened the straps that held me. They helped me off the table and helped to limp over to my clothes which were lit by the spotlight. One said: “Get dressed quickly. I did as I was told. When I was dressed one of them handed me tablets. I was instructed to swallow them which I did. I became groggy. I sat on the floor and fell into a delirious sleep.

When I woke I found myself sitting on a bench in a railway station. I stood up in great pain and limped to the platform where a train was standing which would take me home.

When I got home to my flat I carefully undressed. I went to the bathroom and washed the congealed blood from between my legs. I took down a mirror to examine myself where I once had a scrotum. I looked and my balls were gone. All that was left were two rows of stitches in the shape of ‘Y’ on each side of my cock.

The telephone rang. I picked it up. “Yes” I said. A voice from the other end said: “The taxi is here to take you to your Master. Don’t let him wait to long”.

I shut my flat door and walked into the street and got into the waiting taxi. It sped off into the night. I heard the driver say to someone over his radio: “ The package is on board”. I shut my eyes and became reconciled to my fate.