I chose a spot that seemed perfect: a small alcove in the piled driftwood with a huge log across the back of it. I threw out a blanket onto the sand in front of the three foot diameter log, leaned my pack against the log beside me, while I reclined with my back to my makeshift lounge. I took a couple of deep breaths, relaxed, spread my legs wide, and soaked in the feeling of the sun on my naked body. Normally, at this point, I just grabbed my cock and began stroking, but today I had made good time, covered a lot of distance, and was in no hurry. My hands went to my chest and I let my fingers brush lightly over my nipples. The effect was incredible, like a wire running directly to my cock. In a matter of seconds blood engorged my sex and I felt as much as saw the raging hardon standing up between my legs. I moaned quietly, laid my head back against the log, closed my eyes, and went with the feeling. Slowly my hands started to slide down my belly, heading for the center of all pleasure, but taking time to enjoy the trip. My left hand worked its way down between my legs, cupped my balls and began a gentle massage. At the same time my right hand wrapped itself around my rock hard shaft and began a slow steady stroke. I moaned again and set to work. Slow at first, I started to build pressure and speed as I concentrated on how to give myself the most pleasure. I thrust my hips into the action and began fucking my hand, and I knew it wouldn't be long now. This was going to be one incredible orgasm.

It was at that moment that my attackers struck. I was so involved in the pleasure in my cock and balls, before I even knew what was happening, I found my hands tied together over my head, my whole body pulled up on top of the log, while my legs were spread and tied to other driftwood and my hands made fast somewhere behind my original backrest. When I recovered enough to take in the situation, I found that three middle aged women had managed to take me completely by surprise, a surprise as great for them as for me. They had expected a lot more more struggle. Now they were congratulating themselves for having accomplished the job so easily. I tried to find out what was happening and why they had done this, but they just told me to shut up, that they were in charge. So in the next few minutes , while they went through my pack, I pieced together enough of their story to understand what my current situation was like. The three of them, a black woman with huge tits and ass, a hardbody type with small breasts but nice build, and a short stockier woman a little oversized all the way around, were all friends based on mutual life experiences. They had all come from backgrounds of abuse, either as young girls when two of them had be sexually abused, to later life when all of them had been raped or forced into sex by husbands, boyfriends, and or strangers. Now they had been hiding just a short way down the beach in the driftwood pleasuring each other when I had walked by a short time before. They watched where I had gone and were able to sneak up to my location and watch what I was doing. It didn't take long to form a plan to take advantage of the situation, and so here I was hog tied naked, stretched over this large log, my organs an offering to whoever wanted them, to do whatever they wanted. They knew they were in control, so they had no worries and they weren't in any hurry. While they were talking they had finished going through my pack and, since I travel light, there was nothing of much value. They fished out a hunting knife that was my utility tool, and a long thin steel rod that I used to cook things on over the fire at night. Hardbody was standing between my spread legs while all this was going on and had reached out and taken hold of my cock. She got the attention of the others and had them look at my still hard cock, and wondered outloud if they could use it for anything.

That began an orgy of lust like I've never seen. For the next couple of hours, my boner was used as a dildo in every position they could think of. In spite of my circumstances it was not an entirely unpleasant experience. While one of them was riding my shaft, the other two would be bringing each other off, faces and tongues and fingers buried in pussies. The one using my cock would cum, get off, and another would get on. My hardon was completely covered in cunt or asshole as often as they wanted it. My only frustration was that they never let me cum. Even when I was right on the edge, they knew it and backed off so that I could never get any relief. When they had sated their lust on my rod, I still had a load to get off, but they were unconcerned. Then things started to turn ugly. Their conversation at first was how great they felt after cumming so much, but then Hardbody mentioned how much better it was than the last time, how much pain she had to endure at the hands of some guy. From that point on that thought seemed to permeate the whole conversation until they were all angry at the way they had been treated by their men. Then it happened. Shorty, while gesturing to make some point, tapped my balls with her fingers. I flinched involuntarily, and she saw it. Then she did it intentionally, and I jerked again. Several more taps and slaps followed on my exposed balls, and each time I jerked. By this time the others had gathered closer to watch her play her sadistic tune on my nuts. Then they joined in the fun, and what had started out to be taps and slaps soon became closed fists hitting and punching, and I heard myself screaming in agony, with no way to protect my jewels from their fists. They took the shorts I had been wearing earlier and used them to gag me so they wouldn't have to deal with my screams. Then driftwood clubs made it easier for them to inflict their terrible punishment on my swollen sack, and I longed to pass out and escape the excruciating pain, but I couldn't. Finally, they found a chunk of driftwood, flat on one end, that they were able to shove up under my sack so my balls rested on a hard surface, and they continued beating my nuggets until with one mighty stroke, Blackie hit both my balls at the same time, and I felt them both rupture. At last I passed out in terrible agony while they crushed my nuts into paste. When I came to later they had stopped the beating and seemed to be waiting for my recovery to continue. If the pain was less now, i couldn't tell it, but I was at least alert enough to understand what they were saying. Shorty was telling me that my balls were destroyed, that they were useless now, so she and her companions had decided to cut off my testicles. They decided to castrate me. I tried to protest, but I couldn't say anything with the gag in my mouth. Blackie held up my knife to show me what was going to happen, then I felt her wrap her hand around my sack with its smashed contents and pull it away from my body as far as it would pull. I felt the blade under my scrotum as she looked me in the eye, and with one slice she castrated me. I passed out again, both from the pain of the cutting, and from the emotional pain of loosing my balls. When I came too again, Blackie was still holding my severed testicles in her hand, and I began to understand that they had decided that the best way to dispose of my nuts was to throw them into the ocean and let the tide take them away. So she turned, and with one fluid motion launched my jewels, sack and balls together, toward the incoming tide. I couldn't see the results, but they later told me through their laughter, that the throw had not been long enough and that almost before my organs had hit the beach, there were several seagulls fighting over my cut off package, and that one of them had finally won the contest had flown off with a meal of my crushed nuts still in their container.

Then Hardbody started talking to me, and tried to make me listen while she explained that she and her friends had also decided something else. Since I didn't have any balls anymore, I really didn't need a cock. After all, I didn't have anything to deliver with it, so they had decided to cut it off. There was some disagreement about who would get to do that, and because Blackie had gotten to cut off my balls, the choice came down Shorty or Hardbody. Shorty won, but I don't remember why, and was getting ready to cut off my penis. She had jacked me up to a rockhard boner, and had the knife lying as close to my body as it could get, when Hardbody told her to wait, that she had an idea. She produced the long thin steel rod and held it up for the others to see. They all agreed that it was perfect for the job. Hardbody took the sharpened end of the rod and placed it at the opening in the end of my dick. She aligned it with my hardon and shoved it into the opening with a slow steady push. It went more or less straight into the tube in my penis, but not quite perfectly, and I screamed again and again as I felt it work it's way the length of my shaft. When it reached the point at the base of my penis where the tube turns into my body, she just kept shoving, and I never knew such pain as I felt the point work its way down between my legs until it came out my ass hole. I must have passed out again, because the first thing I saw as I raised my head was the handle of the rod sticking out the end of my still rock hard cock, blood oozing out around the rod, and Shorty standing between my legs with the knife in her hand. The rod held my boner straight out from my body, so Shorty simply took the blade of the knife and laid it across what would be the top of my cock, looked at both her friends to get approval, looked me directly in the eye, and sliced into the flesh of my penis. Three or four saw cuts brought her to the rod still embedded in my shaft, so she worked her way around the rest of my boner until she had completely severed my manhood. I tried to scream as she worked on her task, but the gag wouldn't let me, and the agony wouldn't let me pass out. She held up the bloody knife to show me and her companions and a big satisfied grin spread across her face. At that point, I think one of them said something about having sausage for dinner, and I later smalled cooking meat as I drifted in and out of consciousness. A few minutes later they came and stood around me and showed me my roasted cock still on the skewer, and each of them took a bite and while I watched, they chewed up my penis and swallowed it, Shorty getting the head to savor.

It was getting late in the day and they were leaving. They still had a ways to go to get back to their car and head toward someplace else. They were careful to never let me know where they were from. Blackie lamented in the conversation that they hadn't done anything to my ass, but it was too late to do much. It was Hardbody that came up with the driftwood pole about an inch in diameter, about four feet long, and they all agreed that it was the perfect solution. Blackie took the stick and placed the sharper end and at the opening of my ass, and counted to three. The pole only went in about a foot, but my agony was too much to bear and I passed out again. I was found without a cock and balls and with a four foot wooden rod shoved up my ass three days later.......