Eaten out

Marine biologists make the ultimate sacrifice to feed the fish

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 Eaten out.

The marine biological field work was coming to an end. Most of the 
team had completed their work on the inland but sea connected lake 
in the Indonesian island. Half the scientists had left on the 
little sea plane ,leaving 3 on the island. Two had elected to sail 
over to the small rock islet half a mile away leaving Tim to pack 
up the camp and get a few last measurements on the water chemistry. 
He was happy to be on his own for a day and a night as he had been 
very depressed and felt good to be left alone.

The lake was interesting in being tidal even though it had no 
visible passage  to the sea. The creatures in the lake had been cut 
off from the sea for hundreds perhaps thousands of years. Many had 
evolved significantly to deal with the closed environment. There 
were no large fish, the largest being about a foot long. They were 
present in large numbers and had a nasty habit of biting any 
exposed flesh. They took little bites out of the rubber wet suits 
as well, but the team had to keep covered whilst diving in the lake.

When the others left for their little jaunt to the rock Tim set 
about his methodical preparations. First he carefully shaved his 
cock and balls , making sure to nick the skin on his cock slightly. 
A tiny spot of blood was all he wanted. Next he got the first aid 
kit and positioned it by the water for easy access. Finally he put 
on his full wet suit and picked up the scissors. With care he cut 
out a piece of the rubber so that his cock and balls were exposed. 
This patch was put back , held in place by a piece of sticky tape 
as a temporary fix before he waded into the water.

Within moments the little fish were bumping into him nipping the 
wet suit as he slowly swam out to the centre. It took about 15 or 
so minutes to get to the centre where he floated for a few minutes. 
Making sure his mask and snorkel were tightly fitted he took a deep 
breath , closed his eyes and  ripped off the sticky tape. With one 
movement he threw the rubber cut out  away, he knew not where. 
Steadily he started to swim for the shore.  The shock of the first 
bite almost made him drop his snorkel with the surprise of the 
pain. Instantly another nipped him and again and again. He started 
to flail at the fish that were starting to swarm round his groin. 
As the pain level stabilised he started to swim with a will, 
knowing he couldn’t remain in the lake. 

The scientific part of his mind continued to analyse the fish 
attack. He could distinguish 2 types of bite, one that was a 
surface nip that was probably taking a small piece of surface 
tissue , the other was a bite followed by a turning and tearing 
motion. He turned on his back to try to see what was happening but 
there was such a turmoil of leaping  fish he couldn’t see his own 
genitals. Turning over he swam with a will towards the shore. The 
fish still clung to his genitals as he dragged himself up onto the 
rock by the first aid kit. He was shaking from a mixture of pain, 
fear and excitement as he washed off the chewed area.

Most of the blood was coming from the artery that fed what was left 
of his cock. The glans had gone along with about 80% of the rest of 
the cock, there were many of the little surface type bites around 
the base of it   with quite a lot of skin missing.. He tied a 
ligature round the stump of his cock to control the blood loss 
before examining his balls. Or rather ball. One ball had gone and 
the tubes had been bitten through quit close to the body. The other 
side of the scrotum  had not yet been opened up but the surface was 
stripped through to the inner lining. The pain and probably the 
blood loss were making him quite light headed as he sat and played 
with his  ruined genitals. After a while the pain subsided somewhat 
and he threw the first aid kit away.

Once more with calm scientific method he set about the preparations 
for the next phase. He put a clear plastic bag, some bits of rope 
and a short length of stick into the inflatable boat. He paddled 
out to the centre of the lake. He cut a further strip of wet suit 
away stretching from his crutch round past his anus about 3 or 4 
inches wide. The branch was tied across behind his knees to keep 
the legs apart. He had 2 short lengths of rope attached to his 
waist with slip knots in them ready for his wrists. The water was 
clear and bright about 20 feet deep and he could see the bottom and 
the school of little fish. He measured out how much anchor chain it 
needed and then attached it to his ankle  He sat on the side of the 
boat for the final preparations, watching how the dribble of blood 
was exciting the fish. The time had come. 

The anchor was lowered to close to the bottom, hanging from his 
leg, the slip knot nooses ready for his wrists but still he 
hesitated. He inflated the large clear plastic bag and put it over 
his head. Swiftly he fastened it tight round his neck with layer 
after layer of sticky tape. He reckoned he had 3 to 5 minutes of 
oxygen before he would go unconscious and he was going to enjoy 
those minutes. With no further delay he tied one wrist in place , 
pushed the other into the noose and jerked it tight before rolling 
over the side of the boat.

Even as he was only half in the water the first fish bit. The 
anchor chain tugged him down so that his bag was half under water. 
He could see through it the spreading haze of blood in the water 
and the ever growing number of fish round him. In his heightened 
state of awareness he could identify the individual bites through 
the haze of pain. As one fish wrenched and tore at the stump of his 
cock he could feel another gouging chunks out of the root of it. He 
could feel the remaining dick skin being ripped down toward the 
battered scrotum before it was stripped away. A smile mixed with 
his screams as he had always wanted to have his cock removed, but 
the fish hadn’t stopped there as they were in a feeding frenzy. He 
could feel them gouging away where the tubes to his lost ball were 
exposed to them. Next they broke through the skin of the remaining 
ball and momentarily he passed out from the pain as they tore into 
his testicle. He was hovering on the edge of unconsciousness 
through the pain as he felt the remains of his manhood torn away. 
Just a few minutes oxygen left .

Whilst some fish were digging into his crutch others were attacking 
virgin territory.  Through the pain of the genital area he clearly 
felt the first bite taken from his sphincter.  Bite after bite 
widened his hole, stripping flesh from around his anus. The two 
sites of attack joined as he was effectively skinned from above his 
anus to above his pubic bone. He felt and heard the teeth grind on 
his pubic bone . The lack of oxygen turned his last few minutes 
into a trance . His last conscious sight was to see his entrails 
being pulled out from where his genitals used to be surrounded by a 
swarm of fish. His last feeling was not of pain but of a fish 
burrowing deep into his inside through the opening made in his 
buttocks.
His last thought was of relief to be finally rid of his troublesome 
genitals..