Matthew’s mouth was open, and he was staring at Rodney. He was aware of that much. How could Rodney joke about it? If he was really going to close that crocodile on Matthew’s cock, how could Rodney possibly joke about it?

Matthew’s nuts had been skewered, he reminded himself, and Rodney had been joking about that, had been finding it funny, anyway, even if he hadn’t said anything.

Looking down at the mess between his legs, Matthew knew he wasn’t with it. Whatever they had given him had changed his perception of things. There was no way he shouldn’t be feeling worse about what Rodney had done to him, about the mess Rodney had made of his nuts, and yet, Matthew was able to look at it with very little emotion. And now his cock. No. No way.

He glared at Rodney and gritted his teeth.

‘You don’t look very happy.’

Matthew set his mouth in a grim line.

‘You’re supposed to say hello.’

Rodney took a step forward.

‘Here, give him a kiss, dude,’ he said, holding the crocodile up to Matthew’s lips.

Matthew moved his head back, but there was a solid block of wood behind his head. The iron mouth of the crocodile touched his lips.

‘Kiss it,’ Rodney said.

Matthew didn’t move.

Rodney pulled the crocodile away. ‘Okay,’ he said. He put the crocodile on Matthew’s thigh, setting him up like he was on a river bank, and then he squatted down and started to turn the screw on the testicle crusher.

‘Okay,’ Matthew said. ‘Okay, Rodney.’ But it didn’t make any difference. Rodney kept turning.

And Matthew watched in disbelief as his nuts flattened out between the plates. They widened, like stretched balloons, and as they widened, the spikes began to tear into the flesh of Matthew’s testicles. He felt the first real pain since he had been skewered, and he let out a whimper.

Rodney stopped turning.

Matthew had tears in his eyes. There was a constant stream of pain flowing up into in his groin, and, insanely, pleasure along with it. His cock was jerking wildly.

‘Can you let it off a little?’ he said, his voice strained.

Rodney smiled up at him. He reached back, between Matthew’s legs, and started to turn the screw there, making a little adjustment, and again, Matthew was aware of that pain, aware of his stretched hole, and his skewered nuts, and the flesh tearing and the pressure on them.

He winced, and realised he was taking short shallow breaths, as though he had just jumped into icy water. He tried to control himself and steady his breathing.

Rodney was walking the crocodile along his thigh, turning it’s body from side to side and stepping it up Matthew’s leg to his groin, like he was a little kid playing with a toy. Matthew watched as it got closer to his cock, and then he blurted out,

‘I said I’ll kiss it,’ without even meaning to.

Rodney stopped.

He stood up, using Matthew’s thighs for support.

‘Here, then,’ he said. He pushed the crocodile towards Matthew’s mouth until it was touching Matthew’s lips. The iron was cold.

Matthew kissed it. A short, sharp kiss. A peck.

Rodney pulled it away and smiled at Matthew, grinning wildly, as though he suddenly found him funny.

‘Dude, you don’t have to be so serious,’ he said. ‘You know what’s happening. You may as well enjoy it.’

Matthew closed his eyes.

He opened them again when he felt Rodney’s hand on his cock. Rodney was holding it in one hand. He had the crocodile in the other. Rodney pressed its mouth up against the eye of Matthew’s cock. He made a kissing sound.

And then he stood back and opened the crocodile’s mouth by levering apart his tail.

‘Look at that,’ he said, holding the open mouth up to Matthew’s eyes.

All down the crocodile’s mouth, all down the inside of his body were tiny little needles that interlocked. They were shiny and sharp, and at his mouth, there were two longer needles, like eye teeth.

Matthew swallowed. He felt like he wanted to cry. He wanted his mother. He wanted to go home, to his parents house, and be safe and warm and in bed, like he had used to be when he was a boy, and he had taken a day off from school, pretending to be sick. His mother would make him toasted sandwiches, and bring them to him on a tray.

Rodney moved.

He moved the crocodile away from Matthew’s mouth. Moved it down to his cock, the mouth still open, holding it by the tail with both hands.

Matthew’s cock jerked. Instinctively, he strained with every muscle in his body, trying to pull backwards and away from the thing. He saw the ligaments and tendons in his groin straining, and watched in horror as the thing was positioned over his cock.

His cock jerked, and he felt the first sting of a needle.

He started to cry, sobbing suddenly. ‘No, Rodney!’ he exclaimed in desperation.

But Rodney had the thing positioned carefully. Had the mouth opened as wide as it could go. And Matthew’s cock as far back in the crocodile’s body as he could get it.

And then, very slowly, he squeezed the two parts of the tail together, closing the terrible mouth onto Matthew’s erect penis.