Speedo Brothers

It was during our high school days that Ian and I became close. We meet on the school swim team and trained together. The two of us became more than good friends and had a great sex life together as well. We spent most of our time when not in school uniform in our Speedo's, our favourite piece of clothing more like the only piece of clothing.

Over the years both of us filled our Speedo's with our bubble butts and a more than adequate package around front. Most people thought we were brothers as we were always together and looked fairly similar in height, looks and endowment. The only major difference was Ian has black hair where I have blond hair. The two of us have eight-inch cocks when slack and large floppy balls mounted on silky smooth hairless swimmer's bodies.

We had just finished at high school and decided to go camping in one of our favourite national parks. It's a rain forest with a fantastic lake that is great for swimming in. We had been there for four days when the attack took place. I had gone into the toilets and I had just finished when a tongue came through the hole between the stalls. I thought it must have been Ian because no one else had been around in days and no cars or sounds had been heard coming in.

So I poked my eight-inch slack cock through the hole to have it sucked straight away. As the sucking continued my balls were also manhandled through the hole. Now my entire package was on the opposite side of the wall to me. As my cock began to stiffen it became impossible to pull it back out the hole but at this point there was no need to as I was enjoying the experience.

Suddenly and with out warning my eleven inch boner was wrenched up and a serrying pain was felt as something hot was hammered through the head into the wooden stall. A huge nail right through the centre of my cock head had pinned my cock up. The pain increased if I tried to move at all. I tried to scream out but I was hit in the balls so hard I must have passed out. I came too to find I had a Lycra black hood over my face and a ball gag in my mouth.

I was moaning in that much pain behind the gag yet at the same time I thought my cock was going to explode shooting cum everywhere. My balls sat in the bottom of their extremely floppy sack. My balls were grabbed and pulled down at the same time a hot sharp sensation was felt just below the crown of my cock and it was pulled down. I must have passed out from the pain again.

As I came too the whole length of my cock itched like it had been stung by a swarm of bees. Again I felt the hot sharp sensation cutting near the crown of my once proud cock. Perspiration constantly dripped from under the hood I was forced to wear.

Without a word being said more hot nails were hammered into my cock. It was like they were nailing the shaft out flat and that the head of my cock just sat on top but couldn't keep the shaft around it any more. It felt like a dozen or more nails were inserted in each side of my now flattened shaft meat. Each nail was hot enough so it sealed the piercing hole as it went in.

Once again they started playing with my balls but this time it felt like they were pulling the sack through something. My left ball was strained through what ever it was and again fell to the bottom of its sack. The right ball had to be forced through with a fair amount of pressure, which cause a searing pain to shoot through my groin. Both balls were then tugged extremely hard stretching the sack to its limits.

It was then I became aware that it must have been a ring or something like that, which my ball sack and balls, had been pressed through. I felt the ring being pushed closer to the base of my cock. I could feel the skin being pulled tight at the neck of the sack and the base of my cock when there was a sudden sting as the ring was released and began to bit into my ball sack trapping both my entire scrotum and nuts.

I blew a load of cum and I could feel the heat of it as it coated my split shaft and ran over my balls. Who ever the group was doing this all laughed without saying anything that would identify them. My balls were given several clenched fist punches, which caused a second load to leave my dying balls.

Next my right ball was forced through a second rubber and the ring was released trapping it separated from its brother. My left nut didn't have long to wait and it too had a second rubber ring around it. The sensation was erotic yet painful at the same time. Both nuts now separated were now pulled downwards and away from each other. This put more pressure on my cock and balls.

A large nail with a huge head was then hammered through each ball. That just caused a dull ache but when the head of the hot nails began to put tremendous strain and pressure on each ball, the pain increased quiet a bit. They continued to hammer each nail through my balls but not enough to destroy them as such. I was in so much pain again that I passed out.

I don’t know how long I had been out to it but I could hear someone else moaning in one of the other stalls. It was then someone said gees your mate is enjoying himself as a little more pressure was put on my nuts which I though must have been flattened by now, but weren't. I heard a few more hammering sounds and could only imagine what was happening and wonder if it was Ian that it was happening too.

Time seemed irrelevant, as I could not tell how long I had been in this predicament. But off in the distance the deep thud of motor cycles could be heard and they seemed to be coming this way. I thought we would least be found and rescued at long last. As the sound got louder it was obvious that there were many motor cycles travelling together.

The sound was deafening as they pulled up near the toilet block. It wasn't long before they started pouring into the block and the hooting and hollering began as one after another fucked our asses. By the time they had finished with us I had counted some twenty guys had been through me and each deposited their load deep in my ass.

My butt felt like it had been reamed out with something the size of a beer can and that it had been wedged in there. I couldn't expel what ever was pushed up my butt nor could I use my hands that were tied over the top of the stall now. It was dark when the bikers left the sight. Fortunately it was warm as we hung bound, gagged and nailed to the stalls.

I was tired and exhausted when the sunlight began to shine into the toilet block next morning. There was nothing I could do but hope someone would come in and rescue us. It was about mid morning when an old fellow came into the toilets and he gasped in horror when he saw us. He quickly ran out and got his wife they both came in and removed the hoods and gags.

Both of us were semi conscious, they gave us some water. The man sent his wife to get the park rangers, as there was no way he could remove the nails through our genitals. He stayed with us and tried his best to comfort us. He told us not to speak, as we didn't seem to make much sense, as we were both somewhat delirious. He kept wetting our lips till help arrived.

The rangers arrived and they too were puzzled how to get us out of this situation. They called of Police Rescue and the paramedics who flew in by helicopter. Photos were taken of us as they worked out the best way to remove the nails especially the ones in our balls. I had already resigned to the fact that my balls were dead, as I couldn't feel them at all. I certainly didn’t feel anything when they cut the three green rubber rings from my balls and sack.

I was told it was Ian in the other stall and tears started to flow down my face. The paramedics work on us on one side of the stalls whilst the rescue people worked on the other. They made up a tool after speaking with the paramedics and got the nails out of our balls. I felt them spray something cold on the remains of my cock shaft. I didn't feel anything else until they commenced to push things back through the hole in the wall.

They already had Ian out when I was taken out and put in the helicopter. We looked at each other with tears running down our faces. Ian whispered I love you, I returned a smile and mouthed that I loved him too. I asked about our gear in our bright green tent and was told that someone would gather them for us. Both of us fell asleep as we were given something to calm us down for the flight.

It was several days later in hospital that Ian told me what had happened to him. He told me they nailed his cock up the wall but didn't split it like mine. They removed his scrotum completely before nailing his balls to the wall as they dangled on their cords. He to was screwed a couple of dozen times and had a can shove up his butt to. The police questioned us both at lengths but it was a bit hard to tell them all the details. It was like we had amnesia or something due to the trauma.

Our parents arrived later in the afternoon and it was quiet an emotional scene. The police had told them that there had been two other cases similar to ours, where young guys were nailed up and screwed by a group of bikies. Our mom's were more concerned that we couldn't father children. My parents were horrified when the Doctors showed them my mutilated split cock and that they had to re-route our urethras down close to our butt holes and that we would have to sit to piss from now on.

I was more concerned how I would look in a pair of Speedos. Ian was the same. We spent a week in hospital before being moved to a city hospital closer to home. We were given counselling about being eunuchs and that they would be able to give us testosterone shoots so that we continued to develop and may be get some sort of erection. But Ian and I weren't much interested in all that.

We are still friends some eight years later and live together with two other friends who screw us constantly. Ian and I became good fucks and enjoyed being fisted from time to time. To this day we spend most of our lives in Speedos and have gotten used to the strange look we get from others, but that's life.

-----