Chopped by a Cop

The cop was massive. He looked to be about six foot five. And he looked built. He approached my door. He wore dark glasses, which I found odd, considering the only light was from the full moon.

"Get out of the car." he commanded. Figuring he knew what he was doing, I complied. "Up against the hood!" he barked. I did as told. I had no idea what was going on. I hadn't been speeding. I couldn't figure out what was up.

"What's all this about?" I asked.

"Don't talk!" he barked. I did as told. There was something not right with this guy. "Drop your pants!" he ordered. I hesitated for a second. "Do it!" he bellowed.

"Now wait just a minute …" I began. Thwack! He nailed me between the legs with his night stick. It stung. I thought I was going to vomit from the pain.

"Drop them!" he barked again. Fearing another blow, I began to undo my jeans. "Underwear too." he added. Quickly, I dropped my jeans and my boxers. "Now, spread your legs as wide as you can." the cop commanded. I stepped out of my dropped jeans and spread my legs as far as I could. I could feel the cool breeze on my low hanging sac. It tickled my ball hair.

The cop then grabbed hold of my balls. He gave them a little tug. Then, he pulled down on them, hard. It hurt, considering what he had just done moments ago. He held them like that. Then, I heard him get out something. He gave them one more tug. Something cold, thin, and metallic came to rest on my sac, just where it connected to my groin.

My cock became instantly hard. I feared what was about to happen. Again, the cop tugged on my sac. Then, I felt his other hand quickly brush against one thigh, then the other. It took a second for it to hit me. My groin stung with excruciating pain. I ejaculated instantly across the hood of my car. A warm liquid began pouring down my legs. I couldn't feel the cop tugging on my balls anymore. In fact, I couldn't feel my balls at all.

The cop placed a hand on my shoulder, and spun me around to face him. In one hand he held my dangling sac. Blood was pouring down it. It was then that it all came together. The bastard had cut my balls off. A wave of nausea hit me. All I wanted to do was wretch.

"Quite nice." he commented. "God shape. Nice and big. I'd say, golf ball size at least, if not bigger. And a beauty of a sac. You must be quite proud of them." I couldn't believe it. The guy was talking about them like some possession. It's like it was some kind of trophy he had caught. "But, there's something wrong. I know." He flashed me a purely evil grin. "I hate breaking up perfectly good sets."

The cop grabbed my cock. The head still dripped cum from the load I had shot. Without any control, my cock became rock hard again. I couldn't do anything. I was still in shock. He held my cock down with his free hand. "Here, hold these please." he passed me my sac. I took it without thinking. It was still warm.

He then got out his knife again. I knew exactly what was going to happen. I was so weak from shock I couldn't do anything, even scream. His hand with the knife lined up above my dick. Then, it came slamming down. There was a burst of pain. Once again, I shot off a load. I looked down.

All that was there was a small ¼ inch stump of bloody flesh. Cum was blasting out of it. The cum was pink as it mixed with the blood. I watched as I pumped out more cum then I have ever done before. Like my body was trying one last time to expel my seed. I must have cumed for a whole three minutes. It wouldn't stop.

Finally, it did. The cop smiled and handed me my dick. It was still hard, but rapidly softening, and looking off colour. I took my dick without thinking. Like my balls, it was still warm.

"Well, that's all." said the cop. "You're free to go." And with that he headed back to his car. The cop pulled away and drove off. I stood there for a few minutes, my groin bleeding profusely. I ran to the back of my car. In the backseat was a cooler of ice I had. I threw my cock and balls into the ice. I picked up my jeans and held them to my crotch, stopping the blood flow. The rest became fuzzy.

I don't remember how, but I managed to make it to a hospital. There was quite a stir when I got to the emergency room. I ran in, cooler in one hand, blood soaked jeans pressed to my groin in the other. I was fixed up. They managed to reattach everything. I have the feeling back in my balls now, but my dick is still without feeling. I still get erections, and I still ejaculate, I just can't feel it. The feeling will probably never come back.

I never did find out who the cop was. I read in the local paper latter that I was the fifth of ten men to have the same thing happen. Not much has been heard. I was lucky. Three of the guys lost everything. Two lost their balls, but had their dicks reattached. And the other four all had their balls reattached, but lost their dicks. I feel sorry for those guys. If I lost anything, I think I would have killed myself. I hope someday that cop gets a taste of his own medicine. And I would like to give it to him …