Just like in the stories I read online, I did not know what I was getting myself into when I answered the ad in the local paper. They wanted a man as they put it “To perform MINOR experiments on”. I figured I would at least see what it was about.

I got there and a beautiful woman in a doctors coat answered the door. I told her I was there in response to their ad. She told me I was the only one that responded. She invited me in and had me fill out some papers to begin with. Then she explained some of what the study was about. They needed someone they could study the long term affects of S&M.

I love S&M so I figured sure what the hell, why not. Little did I know what I was getting myself into?

They started by introducing me to the other doctors in the experiment. There were 7 female doctors. I started getting excited just thinking about what they were going to do.

First they brought me to a room with a wooden table like device. There were movie cameras in every room. It had padded hand and feet restraints and wheels plus it adjusted in different directions. They had me take my clothing off and climb up onto the device, and then they strapped me in. One of the doctors brought in a tray with a needle and a bottle on it. They told me they did not want me to be in too much pain so they were going to give me a local anesthetic. I thought that was nice of them but started to realize what I had gotten myself into.

The first thing after the shot was to wheel in another table with some instruments on it. They removed the cover and I could see some of the tools. One thing I knew as soon as I seen it, it was a heavy duty elastrator with the extra strength bands. They took a needle and pushed in into my penis slowly and asked me if I could feel any pain. Because it was so numb I actually could not even tell if my penis was still attached. She said, “That’s good” and put a band on the elastrator. She started stroking my cock until it got somewhat hard. She squeezed the elastrator handle and stretched the band open, and then she slid it onto my shaft. She pushed it back as far up the shaft as she could, then without any hesitation she pushed the band off the elastrator. It snapped tight, I could see my penis get harder as the circulation was cut off.

While one of the doctors grabbed a hammer off the tray, another doctor adjusted the table so I was upright. They wheeled me over to another table; it had a cement top but also had an extension with two metal u-bolt clamps. They grabbed my penis and pushed it through the opening. One of the doctors tightened the clamp as another doctor pulled my penis so the u-bolt was right on top of the elastrator band. She tightened it so hard I could see there was very little space and my penis was starting to turn black. Then she tightened the other u-bolt. Then the doctor with the hammer came over while another doctor brought a camera. They took some pictures before beginning their experiment. The doctor with the hammer slammed it as hard as she could across the shaft of my penis. It was an odd feeling. I couldn’t really feel it. It was almost like I was watching them do this to someone else’s penis. She slammed the hammer onto my penis about 20 times. It looked like a piece of steak being tenderized by a chef. It was bleeding but only until the blood emptied between the two clamps. My penis was still as long but it was almost completely flat and very dark. They took some more pictures then all the doctors left the room.

It felt like I was there for hours before one of the doctors returned. She gave me another shot, one behind the u-bolt, the other in my penis. They left me there another hour before they returned and unclamped my penis. They inserted my penis into an adapter type tube, and then brought in a vacuum type device. It looked like a milking machine, it had a clear tube. They turned it on, it sounded like it was extremely strong and I could see blood going through the tube. After the blood stopped they removed the device and cut the band from my penis.

They laid the table flat, loosened my hands and brought in a tray with some food on it. After I ate I had to go pee so they brought a bed pan over for me to use. It was hard to pee because of the shape my penis was in bit it wasn’t painful with the local anesthetic. After I was done they tied me back to the table. They wheeled me into another room with a big shower area. They put me in front of the shower head and gave me another shot in my penis and also in my scrotum. They turned only the hot water on and pointed it directly at my still fairly flat penis. I could see the steam rising as it sprayed my penis. One of the doctors tested the temperature, I heard her say it was 165 degrees. Then once again the doctors left the room. I knew water that hot was not a good thing, especially with my penis being damaged as much as it was. They left me there for another couple hours. I could see my penis turned from black and blue to a deep red like a lobster. I was starting to panic as the anesthetic was starting to wear off. Then one of the doctors came in and gave me another shot. They left me there for another period of time before returning and removing me from the shower area.

They gave me some pain pills, laid me flat again and placed a pillow under my head. They put one of those blinds on that people where when they sleep and told me it was bed time. She told me they were going to leave the light on so they could monitor my progress.

The next morning after they let me go bathroom and fed me they wheeled a machine into the room. I had seen something like that on movies about mental hospitals. This one had a couple wires with some type of tube device at the end of one of the wires. They tied me back down to the table. They wrapped the one cable around my testicles and slid the other one over the shaft of my penis. My penis was a mixture of dark red, black and blue. The end that fit over my penis had a piece of tube attached that led to another device. The tube fit into the hole in my penis. They turned the machine on; I could feel a slight tingle. Like I had touched a light socket and got a shock. One of the doctors turned the control knob slowly until she reached the 3rd setting. I could feel my penis start to throb and pulsate as my testicles tightened. Then the doctors left the room again. My penis kept throbbing and my testicles kept tightening until I could see cum flowing through the tube. I figured, that’s cool now they will come in and remove the device but they did not. They left me there for what seemed like another couple hours. I came several times until no more cum would flow when I reached orgasm. At that point is when the doctors returned and removed the devices.

By this point my penis was extremely deformed and almost looked like it was dead. I thought to myself “When is this going to be over”. I asked the doctor if we were done and she said no. One doctor brought over the elastrator again. They gave me another shot and placed a band on my penis. It was extremely limp this time; they could not get it hard before clamping the blood flow. This seemed to delight them. They left it on for hours. Every hour a doctor would come in and give me a shot. I had fallen a sleep a couple times; I really wasn’t quite sure how long I was there. From what I could remember they had given me 8 shots, I figured if that was one an hour they had my penis clamped for at least 9 hours. I asked the doctor and she said it had been 14 hours since they clamped my cock. I looked down, it was totally black and blue. She untied my hands, I reached down to feel my penis. It was cold and limp; it felt like I was touching someone else’s penis. Then she tied my hands again and all the doctors came back in. They slid me over to the table with the u-bolts again, this time they only used the first u-bolt. They clamped my penis again and each doctor took about 10 shots at hitting my penis. I thought it was bad the first time, this time it was even more flattened. It looked like it was paper thin. The first time they never hit the head but this time even it got abused. It looked like road kill that had been in the road for days. They untied one of my hands and gave me the hammer. They told me I had to hit it as well. I hit it slightly but they told me if I wanted out of there I had to hit it as hard as I could. I pulled my hand back and slammed the hammer down across my penis as hard as I could. It sounded 10 times louder than when the doctors did it. They made me do this over again. They would not let me stop until I did it over 50 times as hard as I could. You could not even tell it was a penis any more. Parts of it were so flat it looked like it was part of the table. In some places it looked like pieces were totally missing. Then they let me stop. They made me stay there and look at it. The doctors were probing it with medical instruments like they were admiring their work. The penis was so damaged it was looked un-repairable; the head of my cock was almost completely severed. After a while of their probing they took a scalpel and removed the head.

They unclamped me, gave me another couple shots and wheeled me into an operating room. They removed the band and started working on my penis. I could not tell what they were doing; I wondered if when they were done if I would still be a man. When they finally removed the bandages, my penis was extremely deformed and shorter without the head. I was never able to get it hard again after that. I had to learn other ways of ejaculating. I almost wished they had removed it completely as well as my testicles. Then I would not have to look at the dead piece of meat I once called my penis.