Human Male Gonad Plant - The Harvest - 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.

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Part 5 - Human Male Gonad Plant: The Harvest

Well, here I am. At the clinic now. All the home prepping taken 
care of. Now the cruelest and most dreaded part. 

After checking in I am directed to one of several harvesting rooms. 
It is like a well-equipped examination room. Lots of stainless 
steel carts and trays. There is monitoring equipment and IV bag 
hanging from a pole beside the harvest table. Am removing all my 
clothes. The room feels cold because the temperature is low to 
discourage bacterial growth like in any operating theater. 

Knowing the routine I now am lying on my back on the harvest table. 
The harvester comes in dressed in surgical gear. He looks like he 
is in his late 20's. As I thought, a fucking third year medical 
student earning some tuition money by mutilating men. 

"Well, how are you this fine day, Mr. Sloan," he asks as he 
approaches me. Oh, asshole just fine considering you are going to 
neuter me in a minute or so. How can he act as if what is about to 
take place is nothing more than having a mole removed?

"Let's cut out with the banter and get on with it, OK," I reply 
with a very apparent edge of anger in my voice.

Now he is sitting beside me looking at my chart. Wonder if the 
asshole can read! 

"So this is your third harvest, I see. Been some improvements made 
in the procedure since your last cutting."

What improvements? I get to cut him instead? I feel the anger 
growing in my gut. I would love to bloody this little shit into a 
pulp. His voice sounds so pseudo-professional as he tries to 
impress me. 

"It won't take as long as before and is much less bloody. New 
instruments have been developed to improve the harvest and to 
decrease the discomfort to the Gonad Plant."

Oh, for sure. These so-called improvements are to make the harvest 
more efficient so more can be done in a day. I don't buy one ounce 
of his crap.

He moves over between my legs and examines my package. An orderly 
comes in the room and rubs some cream over my pubic area. It burns 
a bit but not bad. I feel a sizzling sensation. Are they frying my 
nuts? 

"One of the improvements I mentioned, Mr. Sloan, this both removes 
all the remaining stubble of your pubic hair and does an excellent 
job of cleaning the area of bacteria," the asshole harvester 
explains.

The orderly lifts up extensions on each side of the table and 
places my arms on each of them. He locks some soft lined cuffs 
around my wrists. Now he is lifting my legs into stirrups and 
locking my ankles in place. He then inserts a drip into my left arm 
and begins to administer whatever shit is in that IV bag. 

The harvester moves between my legs pulling up his surgical mask 
over his mouth and nose and then putting on latex gloves. I look up 
at Jerry who is standing at the head of the table. I give him a 
weak smile. I see his eyes glisten with tears. 

I feel the harvester pick up my limp dick (don't believe the shit 
you read about guys getting raging hardons right before getting 
their nuts and cocks cut off) and I feel him inserting one of those 
little pellets into my piss hole. It is burning now as my cock 
jerks up into a huge erection. 

He picks up this strange looking contraption that looks something 
like a catheter but about 1/4" in diameter and more complicated. 

"This is called a Penile Core Amputator or PCA," he explains in a 
matter of fact kind of way. 

He continues, "It contains the catheter which will be inserted and 
left in your urethra as you know from your previous harvests. But 
also it has micro surgical blades folded into it. I am going to 
insert this into your urethra. When I reach the inner base of your 
penis which is about three inches inside your body just beneath 
your perineum, I will continue to maneuver the catheter into your 
bladder. Then when everything is in place, I am going to switch on 
the micro blades. They will unfold from the PCA and whirl at a 
thousand revolutions per second and cut your penis from the inside 
out in a split second. No more digging into you to get the penile 
root. It will be very much like coring an apple. A lot less 
mutilation and discomfort. Once the cutting is accomplished, a 
laser will cauterize the blood vessels stemming any excess 
bleeding. "

"Any questions, Mr. Sloan, before we proceed?"

I have a thousand questions but hold my tongue. May as well get it 
over with as soon as possible. 

He injects some lubricant into my piss hole using a syringe with a 
long thin nozzle. I feel the odd sensation of something filling my 
cock tube from the outside rather from inside my balls. But not a 
bad feeling, just strange.

"Wait a second," I say, "I want my friend, Jerry, to hold my penis 
as you do this so called procedure and want him to make the final 
cuts to remove my cock and balls."

The wormy little harvester pauses a minute and then replies, "I 
have no problem with that. He can even pull your severed organ up 
the catheter up and away. I will let him cut the skin around the 
base of your penis. By then that will be all that is holding your 
organ to you. For all facts and purposes your penis will be free 
and dying. 

Hesitantly, Jerry positions himself so he can hold my rock hard 
dick. I feel his hands taking me gently and holding me.

The harvester now slowly inserts the PCA . I am sensing my first 
real discomfort as the PCA stretches my piss tube. I mean it burns 
like hell. Every muscle in my body pulls tight as I close my eyes 
and endure this invasion. Feels like he is pouring molten lead into 
my cock hole. Oh shit! Fuck! Damn! I moan and move my head from 
side to side. 

Now some relief. The main part of the PCA is in place I guess. Now 
the catheter is moving the remaining distance to my bladder. I feel 
like I am pissing all over the place. He must have gotten past the 
piss muscles at the entrance to my bladder. The burning sensation 
subsiding some. 

The harvester nods to the orderly who places an instrument pressing 
my tongue hard against the bottom my mouth with the rest of it 
going down my throat towards my stomach. I guess they are making 
sure I won't bite my tongue off or suffocate on my own vomit if I 
lose it during the cutting. Nice guys, aren't they?

A horrible gut wrenching pain rips through my groin. Like a million 
white hot pins exploding inside, searing me. My whole body bucks up 
off the table. Sweat breaks out over my whole body. 

The micro-blades of the PCA slice through the meat of my cock root 
with painful efficiency severing me three inches inside my groin. 
Ripping and chewing through my flesh in a stealthfully. A ribbon of 
dark blood spurts out of the piss slit and splatters all over my 
stomach and chest. The pain engulfs my whole body. I pray to lose 
consciousness even to die to escape the awful agony I feel. My body 
spasms. Tears stream down my cheeks. I wanna die! I wanna die! Oh, 
God, don't let me have this kind of pain. Please, dear merciful 
God, kill me now! Whereas before I could feel Jerry holding my 
cock, there is no feeling now. The nerves are severed as well as 
all the tissue that held my cock inside me.

I sense something frying inside my wound. The cauterization of the 
wound is taking place. It burns as if a red-hot branding iron had 
invaded my body. I scream inside since the gag muffles any real 
sound. I buck up again thrashing my hips in agony. 

Immediately, the harvester hands the scalpel to Jerry and indicates 
with his finger where to cut the skin around the exposed base of my 
cock releasing the last ties my meat has to my body. His hand 
shaking Jerry begins to cut into my flesh. The pain of this final 
cut rolls though my body exploding in my brain. I buck up again but 
unable to scream because my mouth and throat are restrained.  

As if uncorking a bottle, Jerry pulls my severed cock up out of my 
body. I look down and see the bloody cock root and dick emerge from 
the wound sliding up and off the catheter tube. Blood is oozing 
from the piss slit over his hand.
 
The asshole harvester takes my severed cock from Jerry and places 
it in a stainless steel tray filled with some kind of greenish 
liquid. He is making sure I see what is happening. My precious cock 
begins to lose its form as it dissolves in the green shit in the 
tray. My eyes open wide in horror as I witness my man meat melt 
into the solvent and disappear.

"Well, Mr. Sloan," the slimy little bastard of a harvester 
responds, "let's take a break. Need some coffee and a smoke before 
I take those beautiful balls of yours. Maybe your cock sucking 
lover would like to give those nuts of yours a last suck and lick 
before I rip them from your pathetic gonad plant body?"

He and the attendant leave the room. Just Jerry and me with my cock 
devoid crotch. 

 In my previous harvests this has never happened. My cock and nuts 
were taken without an interlude. How demeaning! He needs a cup of 
coffee and a cigarette before he continues his cruel cutting? This 
asshole is into this for sadistic pleasure and not for the sake of 
medical science. Fuck, what am I facing next? My gut wrenches up 
inside me at the thought.

"Jerry," I gasp out, "get as much as you can on this guy. All I 
feel now is revenge. Will you, good buddy?"

My good friend responds with a meek smile.

"Don't fret a bit," Jerry replies, "I got this assholes number 
right now. Workings on it buddy. We are going to mutilate this 
prick and relish every second of it. Think he gave you pain? No 
comparison to what he will endure at our hands without all his 
fucking modern harvesting equipment!"

There is a knock at the door. It opens and Dr. Brenda enters. She 
pauses as she looks around the room and then at me with my bloodied 
crotch.

"What the hell is going on here" she asks with a sound of 
incredulity in her voice. 

"Where is the harvester?" she almost shouts out as she walks over 
to the intercom phone on the wall. She picks it up and punches a 
few numbers. 

"What the fuck is going on in Harvest 3 with Mr. Sloan?" she 
demands to know.

A look of concern almost tinged with compassion comes over her face 
as she looks over at me. 

"Don't give me any bullshit now! Mr. Sloan is halfway cut, his 
penectomy accomplished and that is all. Where the hell is the 
Harvester attending him?"

Just about then the sadistic little bastard of a harvester enters 
the room. Dr. Brenda slams the intercom down and stares at him, her 
eyes almost bulging out of her head.

"Ah, so it is you Cedrick, you slimy little homophobic bastard! You 
left this Gonad Plant in the middle of his harvest! Did that give 
you a rush, you good for nothing bucket of shit!"

Now I know his first name and that he hates gays. Go on dear 
doctor. Rip his balls off. Even though my mutilated groin throbs, I 
am enjoying this scene.

Cedrick stands speechless. He knows he has no defense and even a 
limp excuse escapes him. This guy's ass is grass and he knows it.

An attendant along with two guards comes into the room.

"Take this poor excuse for a human being into custody and call the 
police!" she orders with a voice quivering now with stress and 
anger.

"I am pressing charges against him of gonad harvest mutilation."

An ashen look comes over Cedrick's face and he tries to escape from 
the room. The two guards grab him and yank his arms behind his back 
as they handcuff him.

Walking over to him, Dr. Brenda grabs the hair on back of his head 
and yanks his face up as she bends down almost touching him with 
her face.

"You putrid little slimy puke bucket! You are going to pay the full 
penalty for this! I'll make sure of that!" she screams into his 
face.

"Now get him out of here! I got some work to finish. This Gonad 
Plant is suffering too much!"

The room falls silent as all leave except Dr. Brenda and Jerry.

She removes the gag and uncuffs my arms.

"Thank you, Doctor," I respond in a very weak but sincere voice. 

"Mr. Sloan, what has taken place here with you is inexcusable. This 
fucking gonad harvest program is a crock by itself without the kind 
of torture that has taken place with you."

She examines where that asshole, Cedrick, left off. Taking some 
medicated gauze she cleans around my wound. 

"I see where the little fucker used the Penile Core Amputator. The 
cut is clean. But I bet he didn't utilize the Decrease Discomfort 
feature, did he, Mr. Sloan?"

What the hell is that? I shrug my shoulders letting her know I 
don’t know what she is asking me.

"Oh, you don’t understand. Well the Decrease Discomfort feature 
introduces a small electric current into the area around the penile 
root temporarily deadening many of the nerve endings thus 
dramatically decreasing the pain. This is accomplished without the 
introduction of any chemical anesthetic. Understand now, Mr. Sloan?"

I mutter that I kind of understand and indicate that he didn’t do 
anything to decrease the pain. As a matter of fact, I explain, the 
pain was as bad if not worse then the old method.

"That little fucker is going to get his balls boiled in oil and cut 
to bleed to death!" she exclaims without any mercy in her voice.

"And where is the harvested penis?" she asks looking for some sign 
of it.

"He put it in some green liquid in that tray and it dissolved," I 
explained pointing to the stainless steel tray that now contained 
only the melted molecules of my once proud man meat.

Her face grows pale and expresses a grimace.

"Holy shit! I can't believe he would destroy a penile harvest just 
to get his thrills! The penile tissue is key to extracting ACGP. 
Without your penile ACGP, what is harvested from your testicles and 
scrotum is useless. He has sabotaged your whole harvest! Fucking 
damn!"

I scream out, "You mean I just lost my cock for nothing! Oh, Jesus 
Christ, fuck, damn!"

The room is quiet except the sound of Jerry sobbing. My dear 
friend, Jerry. I am so fortunate to have him in my life.

"Mr. Sloan, what has happened here is too much to be covered by 
even a sincere apology. What you have endured is inexcusable and I 
am totally ashamed to even be associated with this whole harvesting 
program even though it is making advances to erasing cancer," the 
dear doctor replies in a broken measured way.

"So now what?" I ask.

"Obviously, taking your testicles and scrotum is to no avail for 
the harvest program but would be necessary to regenerate your 
penis."
 
Still lying on the table feeling the dull ache in my mangled groin, 
I almost shout, "You fucking mean I still have to endure having my 
nuts cut off?"

"Mr. Sloan, the cruel irony of this is that you have to lose your 
balls and sack in order for you to regenerate your penis. The 
regeneration process was developed for a complete orchidectomy and 
not just a simple penectomy."

"So my balls go so I can grow a penis back?" I spit out in total 
disbelief.

"We can finish the final part of the orchidectomy now if you wish, 
or we can reschedule you. I can trim the catheter and implant a 
prosthesis so you can urinate as you did with your penis."

Ah, a new development in this ongoing horror show called the Human 
Gonad Plant Harvest, a fake dick.

"Will I be able to cum with this fake dick, doctor?" I ask half 
amused.

The good doctor chuckles and shakes her head.

"No, sorry science is still working on that feature. But it does 
give you a little dignity during the regeneration process."

A fake prick sticking out my body with no nuts! Now that will bd a 
sight to behold.

"Mr. Sloan, your prostate is still intact and with proper anal 
stimulation you still should be able to ejaculate," the dear doctor 
adds trying to inject a bit of quality of life into an otherwise 
dismal situation.

"Ok, ok, doctor, let's just get the whole thing over with now. Cut 
my nuts and sack. Hell what good are they anyway without a prick?"

Dr. Brenda gives me a genuine compassionate smile as she positions 
herself between my legs to survey the work to be done. 

"Damn, I hate to cut these beautiful nuts of yours," she comments 
as she holds them in her soft hand, "especially since I enjoyed 
their copious contents a few days ago."

My mind flashes back to Friday when I unloaded a hot creamy load 
inside her pussy.

"Yeh, that was hot. How is the nipple doing?"

"Still smarting a bit, but healing nicely. Implanted the 
regeneration seed yesterday. So will be back to normal in about six 
weeks. Now got to work on the other nipple and especially my clit. 
I need to have my clit cut bad! You game, Mr. Sloan?"

If I had a cock I would have a raging hard on. My mind whirls 
thinking about mutilating her in order to give her pleasure. I 
wonder if her taking my nuts gets her rocks off?

"What do you think we ought to do with my balls after the cut?" I 
interject into this quite unorthodox conversation between physician 
and patient.

She is pausing before commenting. A really strange idea surges into 
my mind. I would love to watch her take my balls, cut them into 
thin slices and then fry them like sliced cucumber, and eat them. 
Don’t know where that comes from but it excites me to no end.

Feel her squeezing my pair and then her mouth taking the left one. 
She has sucked it all the way into her mouth. Now Jerry is trying 
to position himself to take my right one. This ought to be 
interesting. A contest to suck and chew my balls. I close my eyes 
and laugh to myself. 

"Hey, why don’t you two wait until they are cut loose? Then you 
both can have your choice! Hell, I love the idea of having my balls 
chewed and swallowed."

Almost in unison, Dr. Brenda and Jerry respond, "You do?"

I explode in a loud belly laugh.

"Sure do, but with one stipulation. Once my nuts are cut I want 
them sliced thin and then fried. And I would love to enjoy watching 
you two make a feast of them."

What is happening now doesn’t surprise me in the least. Jerry takes 
his hard cock out and immediately Dr. Brenda attacks it with her 
mouth. Squeezing and twisting my nuts she is sucking Jerry's cock 
with a vengeance. What a fucking scene? Jerry bucks his ass back 
and forth as she gags and chokes on his huge tool plunging into her 
throat.

Jerry gets hold of his wits and exclaims, "Fuck, am gonna cum. Got 
a condom? Don’t want my balls boiled in oil!"

Taking his hard dick out of her mouth with slobber dripping from 
her mouth, she moans, "Cum in my mouth! I will hold it and then 
kiss you and give you every drop back for you to swallow. I won't 
ingest a drop of it though I want to take all of it!"

With that Jerry lets go. His whole body quivers to wave after wave 
of pleasure as his load creams into her mouth. She moans as she 
receives the salty sweet musky treat. I watch as his dick throbs 
and his nuts pull up inside his body. Dr. Brenda squeezes and pulls 
on my nuts as she receives stream after stream of my good friends 
love juice until I feel like they will explode in her hand.

She is now delivering to Jerry his thick cream load. It seems like 
forever as her lips lock onto his and she spits his cum back into 
his mouth. I can see him swallowing his momentarily loaned load.

"Well, now with that out of the way you two want to take a break 
and have a cup of coffee and a smoke?" I add because I couldn’t 
resist.

Without a pause, the good doctor responds, "Nope, because we have 
dinner to prepare. Thinly sliced balls sautéed with mushrooms."

"Then put on your fucking chef's hat and go to work," I 
reply, "think the meat still needs harvesting."

"Think we have a problem though, " the horny doctor states, "we 
have no place here to do the cooking. How about if we zip over to 
my apartment and have our cut and feast there?"

She reassures me that she can take all the instruments she needs to 
cut my balls and sack and that the procedure will be a lot less 
painful than it would have been. I agree to that.

She packs my wounded groan and gives me an injection to help 
relieve any discomfort I might be experiencing. She removes the IV 
and then gives us the address of her apartment and leaves to gather 
what she needs.

I dress slowly and feel a bit lightheaded. And with Jerry steadying 
me we leave the harvest clinic for a new and erotic adventure.

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