Bike Boys

Tom and I were known as the "Terrible Twins" seeing my name is Tim and that we were always together. We have lived next door to each other for the past sixteen years. Tom's parents moved in not long after he was born. Both of us are short for our ages Tom is five foot four inches tall whilst I am only five foot one inches tall. The two of us are skinny blond haired and blue eyed.

Both of us are well endowed with succulent bubble butts to kill for along with a more than a healthy basket in the crotch department. Tom has large balls and an eight inch cock whilst I have huge bull balls and a six in beer can thick cock. We both love waring baggy shorts with pockets everywhere, neither of us wore underwear and soccer type baggy shirts or singlets. With our runners, gold coloured sunnies and space aged helmets on our BMX bikes we look rather wild and with it but more than cute at the same time.

We spent a lot of time down at the local skate board and bike ramp. After a rather hefty work out the two of us lay in the shade talking to each other with the occasional folded with each other's crotch. The Skate Park became rather crowded with younger kids that made it impossible to do any serious tricks. We decided to head off for some privacy and some good boy sex that we enjoyed together, so we left the park.

About half way home we were both attacked as we went past some thick bushes. Our bikes and skateboards were smashed as we were hog-tied, gagged and bundled into the back of a panel van. Neither of us recognised our attackers who were dressed in tight black jeans and tee shirts. As we were driven away all we could hear was we hate you bike boy types. You're all a bunch of fairies and poofters.

It seemed like we had been hog-tied in the back of the hot smelly panel van for hours when it pulled off the road. Suddenly I felt a sharp jab in my butt and not long after that my lights went out. When I came too I was tied spread eagle to a wooden cross and Tom was along side of me on a second wooden cross. We were both naked with our cock and balls swinging rather venerably between our legs.

Nothing was said as our attackers returned but this time they were wearing black hoods over their faces and all I could see was their eyes. They produced a couple of pairs of clippers and began to shear our heads of our lovely blond hair that the two of us were so proud of. Then they did our crotches before getting out the straight razors and shaved our cock, balls and heads totally smooth.

Once finished we were washed off and allowed to dry naturally by the breeze that was blowing over us. Tom and I looked at each other and wondered why the two of us were supporting ragging hard ons during all this. It was surprising that the guys shaving us did not say anything about our erections. But nothing was said during this part of our ordeal.

Unable to speak to each other we could only but wonder about our fate. Both of us were leaking copious amounts of pre cum from our cocks that puddled on the floor beneath the end of our shafts. Our balls hung low in our sacks stretching them even lower as they moved around like they had minds of their own.

This time a large group of guys returned to the room we were in. A couple of solid wooden tables were dragged in as well. The tables were pushed up to us, our balls were lifted and one corner of the two-foot square tables was pushed between our legs leaving our cock and balls slumped over the tables. We could only speculate what was to follow but we were not prepared for what was about to happen to us.

Ropes were tied around the crowns of our cocks. The ropes were pulled up and tied around our waists forcing our cocks up against our stomachs leaving our balls unceremoniously lying on the tables. I was amazed that I was still leaking pre cum that was now running back down the outside of may rod and over my nuts.

Without notice three guys each moved forward towards each of us. Two of them took hold of our scrotums and began pulling them out from our bodies at the same time fanning them out as far as they could get them to go. The third person applied a lotion over the sack as the others kept the tension on our marble bags.

I was astounded that a few moments later that our sacks started to expand even more like thin sheets of rubber. Once they were happy with how far they had stretched our ball bags the third person commenced hammering nails through the skin pinning our sacks out on the wooden tables before us. Each pin as it went in stung a little but that was all to our relief in a rather perverse sort of way.

Some thirty flat head nails were used to extend our ball bags out and keep them there. A dozen nails were placed across the neck of our sacks to prevent our somewhat trapped balls from escaping and hiding back in our body cavities. They simply made sure they didn't nail the cords that connected our balls to our bodies.

You could almost see our balls through the skin it was stretched that taught. Our nuts simply created two individual huge lumps in each of our otherwise flattened marble bags. The three guys moved back now that their job was completed. This was the cue for two other guys to move forward.

As they approached us they pulled out a black device that had two prongs on it. As they placed the prongs on the lumps in our otherwise flattened sacks they pulled a trigger and blue sparks flew out and searing pains shoot through our nuts and groins. By the time my guy had pressed the trigger three times I was covered in sweat.

Suddenly my cock pulsed and five massive wads of cum flew out of the end on my cock over my chest and stomach. Tom took about five shoots of the stun gun before he shoot his load all over the place. This continued till we couldn't shoot any more. My balls felt like they had been boiled in their own juices, I could almost see the seam rising from them.

Surprise was written on our faces when some guys carrying some tubing stood before us. They then forced the tubing into the head of our cocks. It hurt like hell getting through the head especially where the ropes were that was holding our cocks up. The tubing was pushed all the way in and pushed all the way into our bladders.

The both of us were totally spent at the end of this but this was just the start. The two with the stun devices finally left and it was a few minutes before two different guys stepped forward. They strolled up to us with nothing in their hands. We could not see their faces we had no idea what we were in for. They stood there before us for some time.

Suddenly one of them said hello girls and before we knew what was happening they produced a solid rubber mallet from behind their backs and had landed the fist blow to one of each of our balls. Both of us were screaming in pain yet we weren't sure what was hurting as it happened so fast.

However both of us had one of our testicles mashed to mush in their sacks. It took several moments before we realised what had happened to us. Nailed out before us was our scrotum's with only one bludge in them now and a blinding pain still radiating through our groins.

Some time passed and Tom and I had just gotten ourselves back together to some degree when the two guys returned with the rubber mallets in full view. They waisted not time as they whacked our last remaining ball into soup within our sacks. Both of us passed out this time. I don't know how long we were out to it but we were still tied to the crosses and our flattened nut sacks still nailed out on the bench before us when we came too.

The guys were dancing around and having a great time at our misfortune. A good twenty minutes passed by before they realised we had come too and watching them. They all gathered around as one of them then took a scalpel and made a small slit at the bottom of our sacks. This was followed with the mushy contents of our nuts been forced out like a sauce on the table before us.

Our ball sauce was scooped up into a container to become part of the relish that they were to use to garnish their lunch with. There were shouts of acclamation as the last of our ball juices were placed in the container. As the containers were removed two guys came up to us carrying some metal rods. It was obvious as they got closer that the rods were extremely hot.

Both Tom and I were petrified as they got closer and our eyes were bugging out of our heads in fear. Time seemed to stand still until the pain of the branding hit us. They branded our flattened sacks with an "E" for eunuch or empty and laughed as they did it. Several of them then pissed on our sacks before the nails were unceremoniously pulled out.

The wooden tables were pulled away leaving our depleted ball bags to hang limp and empty between our legs. Two more of them approached us and we thought they were going to release our cocks. But instead they took out a scalpel and slit the bottom side of our shafts from the head to where our now useless nut sacks began. I heard some one say what a lovely full-length subincision you've made.

Without warning our cocks were drenched in some sort of fluid that stung like a million bees as it bubbled and fizzled around the fresh cut down the length of our cocks. At the same time all bleeding stopped immediately. The fluid soon evaporated and the new slits in our shafts looked rather dry. One of the guys remarked that would stop those wounds from sealing over as they heal.

It was now dark outside and I tried to imagine how much longer could this torment last for and what Tom was thinking about. Both of us were looking spent and hung in our bonds like dead fish as two other fellows came forward. They knelt before us but not to pay us homage or anything. The catheter into our bladders was brusquely yanked out of our bodies that sent a burning sensation through us.

With that the two guys produced long stainless steel rods about six to eight millimetres in diameter. They pushed them into the remains of our cocks close to our crotches. With their other hand they felt around the back of our flattened nut sack and our butt holes. When they found the spot they wanted, they held the rods still and got a cork out and placed where they could feel the end of the rods between our legs.

Together they shouted "now" and pushed the rods through into the corks they were holding. The pain was unreal but only lasted a short time. That was till they heated the end of the rods and pulled them back through to cauterise the hole that they just made. We now had two piss holes and would piss over both sided of our useless ball bags.

Several of them came up and we were taken down and strapped to some wooden bunks and left for the night. Both of us must have fallen asleep fairly quickly but we were woken abruptly in the morning with buckets of cold water thrown over us. We were left to air dry for some time when the two that woke us came back and put some more straps around us to prevent us from moving.

Our heads were fitted to a vice like contraption. It was then the two guys pulled out two large needles and some tubing like things. Suddenly a pair of forcipes came out and one of our nipples was clamped and the needle thrust through it with some tubing. A large heavy ring was then pushed into the tube and pulled through our nipple. This was repeated till we both had two huge nipple-rings each that lay on our chests through the pointy bits of our areoles.

Next the needle was forced through the septum in our noises and a thick ring left hanging out of them. This was followed with rings being fitted to our eyebrows, the bridge on our noises and right hand ear lobes. Another bloke came in with a machine and worked on each of the rings fitted. The machine eventually gave a loud buzz and each ring was welded permanently shut.

Both Tom and I were then released from the bunks hooded and tied over a bench where various members of the gang screwed us both constantly for several hours. I lost count of how many guys went through me that morning. It was lunchtime before we were given some bread and water to eat and drink. I don't know about Tom but my throat was that sore from screaming into the gags that was forced into our mouths from the pain we had been through but neither of us made a sound now that the gags were out.

After the guys had also eaten we were both taken and tied to a post. Some gaffa tape was put around our foreheads and the post. So it became obvious that pain was going to be involved in what happened next to us. We didn't have long to wait our hoods were lifted to expose our mouths. They grabbed our sore cocks to force us to open our mouths. Forceps took hold of our tongues and they were pulled out of our mouths.

I got nervous thinking they were going to cut our tongues out. However I was somewhat relieved when I felt something rather large forced through the centre my tongue from underneath. I could feel them fiddling around for some time when a second pair of forceps was put on behind what they were doing and the first pair removed. Shortly after came the buzz and whatever had been pushed through our tongues was going to be there permanently.

My tongue felt warm and when the clamps were taken off I could feel something weighty on my tongue. It turned out to be a six-millimetre bar with a fourteen-millimetre ball welded top and bottom. It felt strange in my mouth as well; I wondered how I would be able to eat with it there. A strange tasting fluid was squirted into our mouths, which we spat out rather than swallowing it.

It was then I felt my cock being placed on something and flattened out. Without warning pain shot through the remains of my dick head in the centre of the top down near the crown. I flinched when they shoved something through the hole they had just punched in my cock. Suddenly a machine made a loud sound like a pump under extreme pressure. The guys began to cheer as the ring they were fitting began to close. Then the usual buzzing sound was had heard as the ring was welded shut forever.

When they took the hoods off us we both had 000 gauge rings fitted to our cocks. If our cocks were still shafts they would have been called revers "PA's" but I am not sure what you would call them in this case. Once again our ball bags were cut open. Two large steel balls were forced into each of us. The weight felt like we were carrying around a tone each.

They also had a tattooist inscribe the word “SLAVE” in large black letters across our backs between our shoulder blades. The same was repeated on our left-hand side pectorals. They also had the words “Pussy Boy” tattooed on our backs just above our butts.

Tom and I were screwed repeatedly each day for another month before we were let go. Much fuss was made once the police found us wandering naked out in the countryside. Our parents were glad to see us and both sets of parents were both very supportive of us and assisted us greatly in our recovery.

Ten years on Tom and I are still together and we live in a granny flat in the back yard of my parents place. Both our ball bags have stretched somewhat and now hang around our knees. The hot flushes have stopped and we are enjoying life together.

Thats the way it happened.