Sporting Chance

by Allen Baker

They were placing bets! They had turned the destruction of my genitals into a sporting event! Sir said I had a sporting chance of surviving intact, but carefully avoided giving the odds. But I sensed they are not even close to being in my favor.

I had met Sir on the internet at a site that fed my sexual fantasies. It was a chat room that catered to bondage and genital torture. Submissive that I am, my creative juices flowed along with my cock drool when I sat at my laptop and traded fantasies with guys on the net. In reality, my experiences had been few and predominately tame. But I craved a session in which my endurance was stretched to the breaking point. And so when I started conversing with Sir, I was ripe for the plucking. And Sir was more than ready to reap the harvest.

The catalyst that prompted our actual meeting was geography. We simply lived only two hours apart. Too far, I thought, to be compelled into a routine, but close enough to finally experiment with my longings. Fatal mistake. I totally misjudged my potential addiction to sexual slavery. I had not realized how easy it would be for a dominate figure to take over my pathetic life and control my actions and thoughts. Sir was more than capable of doing both.

Our first session was frighteningly exciting for me as I drove the distance to his dungeon playroom. I tingled as I was admitted into his presence and ordered to strip. When Sir led me to his bondage table and immobilized me there, I was in heaven!. For weeks after, the bruises on my body and the tenderness of my swollen balls were constant reminders of our session. And I knew I would be returning to him.

For six months, our times together followed variations on a fairly predictable pattern. I'd come away sexually satisfied and but in such pain that I'd be vowing it would be the last time. Within two weeks, I'd be planning for our next meeting.

Then things changed. He already had me lashed to a Saint Andrew's Cross when he turned on the video tape. There on the screen was a guy bound spread-eagled to floor anchors. I watched in stunned horror as steel toed boots slammed time and again into his unprotected manhood. I'd never seen a tape so brutally violent. I couldn't begin to imagine the pain involved. And I had never been harder in my life. Sir knelt between my legs and fiddled with some instrument of pain, but I paid him no attention. I was too intent on the action on the screen. The top stopped his fiendish foot swing and moved closer. I held my breath as I watched the heel of the boot slowly descend on the victim's left nut. The camera zoomed in until the ball nearly filled the screen. The testicle slowly began to flatten. Veins bulged and showed strong blue through the stretched skin. It darkened to purple-black against the cement floor. And still the vice-plate of the boot continued to pressure it. I'd never seen a nut pressed to pancake proportions before. Then suddenly, the boot jerked. At first I wasn't sure what had happened. Then I realized that the structure of the ball had given way to mush and had been utterly destroyed.

Suddenly pain struck my own nuts, and I shrieked in distress. I looked down to see Sir pull the elastrator away from my crotch. Tears streamed down my face, and my chest heaved. But my cock remained rigidly proud. I looked back to the screen and saw the boot withdraw. There on the cement was a ruptured sac from which a bloody gray slime oozed to the concrete. The boot reentered the picture and began to repeat the process on the man's right ball. The camera slowly backed away from the action. Again, pain lashed into my groin. Looking down I saw a six-inch spinal tap needle had impaled both my balls. I groaned as Sir was taking a second needle from a sterile packet. To distract myself, I again looked at the TV. For the first time in my life I became completely terrified. It wasn't a commercially made video at all. On the screen in front of me was Sir – the man wearing the steel-toed boots! At the same instant of realization, I felt the second needle slide into my gonads and experienced the most wonderful orgasm of my life!

After I was taken down and lain on the mat to recover, we talked. Sir asked what my thoughts had been watching the tape. What I had felt and experienced. If I had ever had castration fantasies. And much, much more. The afterglow of climax lulled me into honest answers. Sure I had such thoughts. Yes they made me hard. Of course the thoughts made me spout my cum as I twitched in pleasure.

The next time we planned to get together was this three-day weekend. Sir told me to plan for an extended visit. That he had a special experience planned that involved a third party. Those hints were enough to fuel my imagination for the intervening weeks and had me excited as I arrived at his place last night.

I was a little surprised that he answered the door while putting on his coat, saying that we would be playing at a new location for this time. In less than half an hour, he was leading me into a warehouse-type building in a rundown manufacturing section of the city. There was no one else in the deserted building. He ordered me to strip and put all my things in a duffle bag he had brought along. Then he led me to an echoing stairwell and led me down. He rolled back a steel fire door to reveal a large space fully equipped with bondage equipment. The far corners of the huge room were lost in darkness. Hundreds of men could play here and not be in each other's way. He had spoken of a bondage club, but I'd no idea the number of men who must have been involved.

He led me to a table near the center of the room and began to lash me into place. Then he proceeded to fit my mouth with a horse-bit type contraption that he slowly adjusted to spread my jaw.

In the distance, I heard footsteps on the metal stairs. Soon someone called out a to Sir.

"Hi, ya, Doc," Sir responded. "Welcome. This is Larry. Sorry he can't shake your hand or say hello right now."

Doc laughed as he shook Sir's hand in greeting. "Hum, nice equipment," Doc complemented as he gently fondled my defenseless crotch.

About that time, more clatter was heard from the stairwell. Three men, the nude one being led by a leash on his collar, came into the room. After some preliminary chatter, the nude guy was placed on an adjoining table and given the same type of headgear as I was sporting.

Doc began to peer into our mouths making suitable sounds of approval. Then he began to unload some utensils from a black case. I guess my eyes were speaking questions because Sir moved along side of my table. "Don't worry boy. While Doc is a surgeon not a dentist, he knows what he's doing. No pain, just a bit of vibration." Beside me, I could hear the sounds of a dentist's machinery at work. "He's just using a grinder on your front teeth to get them to a razor sharpness for tomorrow's main event. In the mean time, we've got a whole night of fun and games ahead." He slapped my balls just hard enough to elicit a grunt and some tears.

They did not remove our mouth gear during the night. Sir said it was to protect us. That in the height of sexual excitement that we could easily bite off our own tongues. It was a long wonderful night. A night of delicious pain and ecstacy. And behind it all were the unexplained questions about the sharpened teeth.

About mid-afternoon, more men started to arrive. As I listened to snippets of their conversations, I began to get a picture of what Sir had planned for me. For me and my fellow victim. One of us will be losing our cock and balls before the day is out! I can't believe it. At first I thought I had to be mistaking their words. That I wasn't hearing enough of the men's chats to be certain what was being said. But once I was certain, I couldn't believe it.

Doc has sharpened our teeth into weapons for a diabolical contest between us. We will be tied together in a sixty-nine position. At a set signal we are to attack each other. The first to totally bite off and eat the other's cock will get to keep our balls! As soon as I understood this, I began to struggle violently against my bindings. Sir noticed my struggles and came to my side.

"Just settle down, boy. There's no way to escape so just relax. Look at it this way, those fantasies you've had are going to become a reality. And only one of you will be totally emasculated, so you do have a sporting chance. If you're the lucky one, you might only lose the head of your cock. Anyway, how many people ever get a chance to live out a fantasy? Either way, you'll have an experience to remember for the rest of your life."

His comments were not reassuring. So here I lie in the stink of my own fear sweat, listening to men take bets on the winner! From what I can tell, it's pretty dead-heat on the odds. I'm trembling as it gets closer and closer to the time. And I'm shocked to find the trembling is not from fear but excitement! I'm aroused as never before in my life. I can actually feel my heartbeat throbbing in my dick. I'm scared as hell and eager, too.

How will I perform? Will I be able to concentrate on chewing in the face of the pain that I obviously will be experiencing? Oh, god! What if I pass out? What then? I'd wake up without a cock or balls!! Shit, no way can I let that happen. I'm going to win. I must.

"Well, boy. It looks like we're about ready to start." I hadn't seen Sir come up to me from the side. "Time to start getting you off this table." A few of the other men have joined Sir in the task of getting me free. "Ok, boy. Let's take this slowly. You're going to be really stiff after being immobilized overnight."

Good thing he has hold of me. My knees aren't strong enough at the moment to support me. He's practically carrying me to the floor mats off to the side. He helps me to my knees and uses handcuffs to keep my arms behind me. Others are placing bindings about my ankles and knees. My opponent is receiving the same treatment just three feet in front of me. Oh shit, he's hard, too. And he's an inch longer than I am. But then, I'm much thicker, so I guess we're pretty evenly matched for this.

We are being eased to our sides in the classic position. Wide leather straps are placed about our mid sections and tightly buckled into place. I now face my task and feel his hot breath upon my endangered sex. I shiver in anticipation as they begin to remove the spread gear from my mouth.

"Now be careful, you two. I've made those front teeth very sharp," Doc warned us. "It would be very easy to damage your own tongue, especially as your jaws will be sore. Just gently work your mouths to loosen up before we start."

My mouth feels like a rusty hinge. It doesn't want to work without being forced. But there is nothing beyond the vision directly in front of my face. It's long and bobs about. I can hardly wait. And I can feel the tickle of his moustache against my piss slit. That makes me quiver in anticipation. Sir stands above us.

"Ok, boys, here's the drill. This contest is to see which of you can bite off and eat the other's dick first. So once you're given the signal, chow down. Remember, the winner gets to keep whatever is left of his own cock and his balls. The looser will have already have lost his prick and will also have to give up his nuts. Men, the betting time is over."

Sir leans down to my ear. "I'm counting on you, boy, for two things. One, I've got a lot of money riding on you. And two, I want those balls intact so that I can continue to abuse them. You'd better win." His voice makes it sound like an additional threat.

There is a crowd of thirty-five or forty men crowded around the mats. Their eager faces constitute an excited audience to our match. Our chests heave against each other, drinking in the anticipation of the contest. I am ready.

Doc begins the event. "On the count of three: one . . . two . . . three!"

I take nearly half of his shaft into my mouth and bite down hard. In the same instant I feel his teeth slice into me just behind my mushroom head. The timing causes the illusion that I have bit my own cock. I thought I was ready for this – I'm not.

Flashing hot pain ... my groin is on fire ... chew, chew, chew ... spouting red liquid ... raw meat taste ... gag ... don't vomit ... chew ... pain ... shouting crowd ... chew, chew ... growing agony ... another inch bit away from my shaft ... keep chewing ... swallow, chew ... grow faint ... no! don't pass out ... chew ... ahhhhhhhhh ... agony ... chew, chew, swallow ... cheers ... wash it down with his blood ... chew ... bury nose to his groin ... choke on his bleeding rod ... bite ... bite hard now ... chew ...close to climax ... gag, choke ... chew ... oh the pain ... chew, swallow ... gulp, choke, swallow ... I'm cumming ... swallow ... done!

"Larry wins!"

We are pulled apart and Sir is hugging me. "Good job, kid! You still have half a cock left. I proud of you." I'm shaking with excitement and pain. Doc and another staunch the bleeding on both of us and work with sutures to stitch us closed. I look at the crotch beside my face as they stitch the place where my teeth severed his dick for his body. I'm surprised that at how smooth a look it is. How stark the region looks without a dick. At the same time, I feel the sting of the needle as Doc works on the end of my abbreviated cock. I look down in fascination to see that my crotch is coated with blood and sperm. With the last bite, I had climaxed.. My fantasy come true had been a wild turn on.

I look around the crowd to see most crotches exposed. Some have already spent there wad, but many stand proud and gleaming as they anticipate what is yet to happen. Sir waits for Doc to finish up before speaking. "Ok men, time to pay up. Losers, pay your debts. And you," he said to my opponent, "time to give up your prize." Sir nods to me, and I lean once more toward the man on the mat with me. He whimpers when I lick his sack with my tongue. I suck his balls into my mouth, and he shivers. I let the nuts slip back out, but retain the pouch, sucking in as much as possible. Then I chomp down. His body jerks away in reaction as he howls in pain, there before me are his two exposed nuts dangling at the end of his cords. His blood flows down his thighs and his nuts bounce and pull with the new sensations they are experiencing. I suck in the right one, pull it deep into my throat, seeing how far I can suck it down. They guy squirms. Slowly I pull back until it is again in my mouth and trapped behind my teeth. Gently I close my jaws and his cord snaps away from me. His nut rolls about on my tongue, and I begin to chew. The texture and taste are finer than his cock. I savor it as I eat. The men around the circle are pounding their crotches as they watch. I swallow the last of it and lean over again, taking the remaining ball into my mouth. This time I immediately bite off the cord and sit up. Turning to Sir, I make my lips into a pucker. He smiles and knees down to place his lips against mine. As I french-kiss the treat into his mouth, I feel his hand grasp my balls and give a painful squeeze. It is a promise of torturous months to come. I am content and feel lucky to have had a sporting chance.