Tanya was toast.  You already heard about that.  Her cock and balls were semen-steamed and prepped for their trial separation.

          The story was Auction-Block Chopping-Block Cock.  It wasn’t illustrated, but let me paint a clearer picture of Tanya and his/her technique.

          The nurses in from Montreal spoke French, but the coolest special tool they brought was invented by some German chemist guy around 1900.  Erlenmeyer’s Flask is every thing you could ask for with an a la carte castration.

          It has a wide bottom and tapers up to a very-thin neck.  No, it’s not your ex-husband.  It’s made of clear pyrex glass, good for heating things up and good for heating up the audience watching things heating up, with their see-through vantage advantage.

          After all the surgical tubes and stuff were in place, the bands were set low for a simultaneous death choke on both Tanya’s testicles and the rest of her man-sized manhood.

          With such big and cute cocks, many shemales keep their genitals – oh, what a sexy sight when one is up close and personal with a best-of-both-worlds babe.  Cock-alicious Babe-alicious.

          But Tanya’s was sold fair and square, a straight deal for a kinky gay guy who had a fetish thing for phallic fillet.  After all, her tits (and a nice shopping spree at the Eaton Mall Victoria’s Secret) would be paid for by the delicate deal for her delicacies.

          I don’t know if any of the studs were named Erlenmeyer, but whatever and whoever, there was plenty of semen deposited into the flask for a nice supply of steam – and such succulent sucked-off steam at that.

          Her cock stood bravely during its demise.  The nurses proclaimed certification of dick death after about six hours of banding.  It was ready to be prepared for its new owner.

          Bunson was on stage holding a flame under the flask, all on a low table kind of like those little Japanese ones where you have to sit on your ass while knives and sushi fly all over the fucking place.

          Four black studleys picked Tanya up by legs and feet and placed her cock-down over the flask hole.  Her fuck hole kept oozing cum from the happy partying it had during the previous six hours, while a fifth black guy guided the cock-ball combo into the flask.  Nice tight fit.  Nice view for everyone (and for the cameras), as I said before.

          Slowly the semen began to steam.  Tanya screamed, but a quick cock up her mouth brought the sound of a speechless audience back to normal.

          Another two hours.  The nurses said this was probably an over-cook, but they wanted to be sure and there were no good cookbooks yet written for this process.

          During the well-seen seamy steaming, the nurses told how they got their idea for this new de-cocking method.   They learned it in Germany, Erlenmeyer’s hometown probably.

          They were nurses-in-training as they watched to gay lovers for a delightful dining out by dining off.  Things pretty much happened as were happening for pretty Tanya here, but there in Germany there was a twist, a twist of the knife as it were.

          When the German fags were still steaming, the two lovers sat on ornate platters as they craved and carved.  The fork test showed they were done just right, and it was really, really kinky to watch their steak knives slice piece by piece.  They shared each other.

          The cameras caught that quaint scene where lovers intertwine their arms as the sip champagne.  But their champagne was steaming semen sauce with a little fresh piss added for flavor.  They followed the toast with the same intertwining romantic pose, but this time their forks served freshly-carved cock heads.

          The nurses couldn’t remember if the German lovers had fed each other the other guys cock head or if they fed each other their own cock heads.  The audience agreed that either would be fine, a matter of taste, so to speak.

          After the stories, Tanya was placed on a platter of her own.  The new owner of his/her genitals slowly carved out his own place in erotic history.

          He was a little nervous, so in the film you will see him wearing a mask.  But because of Erlenmeyer and his flask, you’ll get a great view of everything else.