Human Male Gonad Plant - A Feast of My Balls - Part 6

Sam Sloan is a Human Male Gonad Plant who has to sacrifice his 
cock, balls and sack every four years for the sake of medical 
science. Then a regeneration seed is implanted in him and his sex 
organs slowly grow back only to be harvested again. This is the 
story of his third harvest and the strange twist of events that 
changed his life forever.

back to index

Part 6 - Human Male Gonad Plant: A Feast of My Balls

This doctor chick must make some great bread to have a place like 
this! The apartment is very spacious and flooded with sunlight from 
a large window that almost dominates an entire wall. The motif if 
quite eclectic but in very good expensive taste.

Dr. Brenda, Jerry and I sit for awhile engaging in light banter. 
There seems to be no urgency about getting down to the business at 
hand -- removing my cock and balls and then the two of them slicing 
and feasting on them. I feel only a dull ache where my cock used to 
be. The pain killer was doing its work. 

"What about Cedric, Dr. Brenda?" I interject into an otherwise 
light conversation. 

Suddenly the mood turns serious.

"What about the slimy little bucket of shit?" she retorts with 
complete loathing evident for the Harvester who had cut my dick off 
and then destroyed it.

"What is going to happen to him?"

"Mr. Sloan, don't worry about that. The authorities will take care 
of him. He will be executed by Boil and Cut. You know what that 
entails."

"Is there anyway I can directly seek my vengeance on him. I want to 
make him suffer in such horrible unthinkable ways,  and death is 
too good for the little fuck. I know it sounds horrible, but 
consider what he has done to me?"

She pauses in deep thought for a few seconds. Then replies, "Well, 
let me see what I can do. I have a lot influence in the bureau and 
know some pretty powerful people. As a matter of fact, am fucking 
the assistant secretary. That might give me some leverage."

Feeling a bit more satisfied that just maybe I might get my wish, I 
bring the occasion around to its original purpose.

"Ok, gang, when are we going to get started. I got a pair of nuts 
between my legs that have an appointment with a scalpel and frying 
pan. Times a wasting! The sooner the cut the sooner my regeneration 
can begin."

Then I inquire, "Doctor, you did bring my regeneration seed with 
you, didn’t you?"

"Yes, my friend, I have the seed and some very good news for you!"

"Now, how could there possibly be good news when I am about to be 
cut?" I wonder out loud.

"Before I left the clinic I reported the incident to the Secretary 
of the Bureau. He told me that you qualify for early retirement 
from the program. So this is going to be your last harvest, Mr. 
Sloan!" she says with evident excitement in her voice.

"Holy shit!" I respond. Jerry and I hug each other and then invite 
her to join us. We are ecstatic with this wonderful news. No more 
cutting after today. Soon I will be a normal 31 year old male. 

"More the reason to get the ball rolling here! No pun intended. 
After today I face a whole new way of life! I want my nuts and sack 
cut now."

Doctor Brenda had decided that her completely stainless steel 
kitchen would serve just fine as the cutting room. There is a large 
island counter in the middle of the kitchen with a solid oak 
cutting board as the counter top. She has placed some blue 
sanitized sheets under a soft mat on top. My head rests on several 
pillows giving me a vantagepoint where I can observe the final 
removal of my nuts and nut sack.

I am laying naked on my back with my ass near the edge of the 
counter, my feet resting on the edge making my targeted crotch and 
its partial man package quite accessible.

She is dressed in her surgical gear as she gives me several 
injections of an anesthetic to lessen the discomfort. It stings as 
she drives a 3" hypodermic needle deep into each of my nuts. I feel 
a slight nausea as the painkiller begins to do its work. My nuts 
grow numb. Numb nuts! I laugh to myself at the thought. All I can 
sense now is her tugging on them stretching them out from my body.

She washes my groin area again with some orange colored antiseptic. 
She reaches for a scalpel and expertly begins to cut into my ball 
sack right down the middle between my nuts. Jerry helps by using 
surgical sponges to mop up the blood. With hemostats she curtails 
some of the major bleeding,

My ball sack is now sliced in half. With her finger she reaches in 
the right side and pulls out my nut. It is a purplish red with a 
tangle of very tiny white tubing on the side. She explains that the 
white I see is the epididimous, or the miles of minute tubing which 
the forming sperm travel in the process of maturing before being 
mixed with the fluid from my prostate making my semen. Now she is 
pulling my nut completely out the sack stretching with it various 
arteries, veins, ducts and connecting tissue. All I feel is a 
tugging and some pressure, but no pain.

More hemostats are used to cut off the blood flow from my body into 
my about to be severed testicle. With a steady hand Dr. Brenda 
slices a scalpel through everything that makes my nut mine. It pops 
loose into her hand with the severed arteries, veins, ducts and 
tissues dangling between her fingers. Jerry soaks up the pool of 
blood near my sliced open scrotum with a surgical sponge.

"Are you all right, Mr. Sloan?" she asks sincerely wanting an 
answer. 

"One down and one more to go!" I respond. 

She places my severed testicle in a small receptacle on the side of 
the table. And then pulls my left nut out and proceeds as before. 
Now both of my balls lay in that receptacle beside me mingled in a 
pool of blood and some cum that emptied when she cut the sperm 
ducts. 

Using a pair of surgical scissors Dr. Brenda now is cutting my 
scrotal sack. With the final snip it pulls loose in her hand. Jerry 
once again sponges up the blood.. 

Her delicate but well practiced hands now suture the cut arteries 
and then finally using a flap of my scrotum she left attached she 
closes and sutures where my once beautiful balls use to reside.

With all the suturing complete and the bleeding stemmed, she 
craftily attaches the penile prosthesis that will serve as my 
pisser for the next couple years until my regeneration is complete. 
The catheter will remain in for several days until the healing is 
far enough along to remove it and put in a urethra prosthesis. It 
will feel odd again pissing without feeling any piss coming out.

Now the most amazing part. With a very large syringe sporting a 6" 
hypodermic needle, she prepares to inject me with my regeneration 
seed. The seed is contained in a clear liquid that will give it 
nutrients until the seed attaches itself inside my body.

 Placing the hypodermic needle about 1" below my navel and angling 
it towards my voided crotch, she inserts it slowly but expertly 
into my body. I moan from the pain as the needle slides deep inside 
me but it is a pain I welcome. She empties the contents of the 
syringe, and the gonad regeneration seed is now planted. 

After a shot of antibiotics in my ass cheek the good doctor removes 
her surgical gear and pats me on my left thigh.

I reach down into the tray and pick up one of my severed nuts. 
Feels very soft slippery wet. Amazing how much enjoyment it has 
given me. I put it to my lips and taste it. Tastes very salty, 
zesty. I lick all around it enjoying it before giving it back to 
Dr. Brenda.

"Ah, now time to prepare the feast. Are you going to join me and 
your friend, Mr. Sloan?"

I reply by saying I will just enjoy watching them thin slice, fry 
and devour my nuts.

Too weak and unsteady to get up, I remain on the island counter as 
the two of them going about fixing a meal made of my balls and 
ballsack.   

Dr. Brenda has one of those home-sized versions of the Hobart meat 
slicer you see in supermarkets. It can be incremented to slice meat 
and cheese to almost any thickness. Perfect for my balls I think to 
myself.

Holding one of my castrated testicles in her right hand, she turns 
on the slicer and begins to cut very thin slices. They peel off and 
drop onto a plate. Fascinating watching an object that a half ago 
was part of your body now being sliced like baloney. I see some cum 
dripping from the circular cutting blade. The last drops from that 
nut. 

Jerry slices the other testicle, and then they both begin frying 
them in olive oil in a large frying pan. Some mushrooms and onions 
are sautéed with my nut slices. The aroma is wonderful. I notice 
Jerry is getting hard and a wet spot soaks through his pants at his 
crotch. 

The dear doctor places her right hand inside her slacks and plays 
with her pussy and clit. Immediately she shudders with an orgasm. 

Jerry removes his hard cock from the restrains of his trousers and 
strokes it. The idea of eating my nuts has overcome these two folk. 
It is almost amusing to watch them

"Hey, " I interrupt their erotic shenanigans, "somebody better 
watch dinner on the stove. Don’t want burned balls do we?"

They sort of gather themselves looking a bit sheepish about their 
demeanor. They join me in a hearty laugh. 

Jerry adds my amputated scrotal bag to the frying mix. I hear it 
sizzle as it hits the hot oil in the skillet. He tells me it sort 
of shriveled up like bacon. 

On a small portable table beside me, the two of them now feast on 
my balls and sack. They are debating what they taste like. I ask 
them to give me a bite.

As I chew on a piece of my fried testicle, I too try to identify a 
similar flavor. The texture is very tender. I think the thin 
slicing helped that. But the taste, nothing to compare. Nor should 
there be, after all, these are my balls and sack. And that is 
unique unto itself.

(Coming Soon, as Part 7: Male Human Gonad Plant: Joe's Revenge)