Last time, we saw that Mark was going to leave Adrian's island without his penis and that Jeff was going to stay on. Now they have a few new playmates...
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Mark's immobile form lay under the surgical covering, only his penis poked out through a small square in the blue material. "You're certain you want me to do this, Adrian? Remember, I can't do much once I begin the incisions." "Yes, doctor." The blonde hunk looked the grey-haired doctor carefully. "This wouldn't be the first time you have performed operations here. And if you wish to continue to do so, I suggest you get to work." "Yes sir." Adrian and Jeff stood to one side of the doomed boy, fully garbed in surgical scrubs. On the other side stood Dr. Richards, Adrian's personal surgeon. The doctor looked over his tools again and then picked up a scalpel, which he pressed gently into the naked flesh of the beautiful youth. He made a simple incision through the skin, and using forceps, pulled the skin back. Slowly, he worked layer through layer, suturing as he went. After a little more than half an hour, a small bloody stump is all that remained of what was once Mark's penis. Pulling the extra skin back over the end, Dr. Richards soon closed the wounds up and bound the wounded organ. By this point, Jeff's and Adrian's hard-ons were painful under the clothing and surgical scrubs. "Well done, doctor. When will our friend be up?" "Not for an hour at least." "Good, call for me when he is awake, would you?" Adrian called as he and Jeff exited the surgical suite. *** When Mark awoke, he couldn't move and with the swimming sensation, began to panic. Quickly, Dr. Richards came to his side, however. "I see you're up. How do you feel?" the old man said as kindly as he could. "I'm not sure... I feel really weird." "You've just had an operation. If you--" The doctor was interrupted by the crying of his patient. "It's going to be OK. I promise. You'll be on your feet in just a few days." *** Over the breakfast table, Jeff and Adrian sat quietly and alone with their breakfast cereal. "Excuse me, sir. I have the boys you requested. This is Mike Raunig and Charles Etienne." Following John, were two boys, each maybe fourteen. Mike was dark haired with a classic preppy look, complete with slightly wavy light brown hair and a slender 5'6" body bordering on lanky. Charles, on the other hand was the same height, but far more developed, while still slender body and blonde hair. "Welcome. Thank you, John. That will be it for now." He waited for John to leave the room. "Now, here is the deal. If you can last 15 minutes with one of us and not ask us to stop, you get to stay here and use my girls all you want for a month. On the other hand, if you can't, then I keep your balls. I promise you won't be permanently injured during the 15 minute period. Any questions?" "Good, now Jeff, flip a coin. Mike, call it in the air. Winner goes with me." Jeff flipped the coin and at its apex, Mike called out 'heads'. "Tails it is," Jeff called out. "Charles, I guess you're with me. Mike, please follow Jeff. Jeff, why don't we head back to my play-pen?" As they entered the play-pen, it had been entirely emptied. The beds were gone and replaced by two racks and rings attached to the floor and ceiling. Lengths of chains of various lengths along with whips and dildos of various materials and sizes were arranged into neat piles. Other assorted toys lie about. Mike looked visibly pale from the set-up, but before he could say anything, Jeff handcuffed his arms to lengths of chain attached to the ceiling. Quickly, he began on his legs. Caught completely off-guard, Mike started to fight out and tried to free himself. Unfortunately for him, Jeff easily cuffed his legs to the rings on the floor, leaving him leaning forward stretching his arms up and out behind him. Adrian had managed to get Charles leaning over a table with his arms stretched out in front of him and secured at the knees and at the ankles. Both Adrian and Jeff pulled out 12" knives and began cutting the clothing off the boys. Mike's body was nearly completely hairless with only a small patch of pubic hair above his penis. His cut penis was very boyish and had not yet begun to grow much, but his testicles were truly large, especially on his lanky body. Charles only had small patches under his arms and a pretty adult patch of light brown between his legs. His penis was more manly, and about 3.5 inches flaccid, with a long foreskin hanging over the tip and large balls held close to his body. "What a nice package you have here, Charles," Adrian whispered in his ear. Charles' penis jumped slightly at that. "Unfortunately, this is going to hurt quite a bit." With that, he brought down his fist, catching Charles' large testicles with his knuckles. Charles grunted in pain, and tried to curl his body up despite being strapped to a table as his testicles continued to bounce. As Mike watched his friend grunting in pain, Jeff whispered in his ear, "You might want to grit your teeth." With that, he brought his knee up squarely into Mike's low-hanging sack. The boy curled up a bit, but given his position he simply stuck his ass out, and began to retch. Feeling a little bad for the boy, Jeff reached around his body and massaged his tool. Despite the pain, he quickly became stiff. As Charles watched his friend for the first time aroused, he felt himself becoming hard, despite the dull ache from his nuts. But, just as he was really starting to feel excited, Adrian reached between his legs and twisted his nuts viciously. Instantly, Charles began to retch and twisted in his bindings. Adrian then twisted them just as viciously in the other direction causing Charles' entire body to shake and a cold sweat formed on his back. With one quick yank, Adrian finally let go of Charles' swollen balls. The boy was left weeping and retching after the abuse. Mike wasn't far behind. Jeff pulled his sack back and cupped it in his hand and brought his other fist down into the abused flesh. He let out an ear-splitting scream and violently fought against his bindings. Jeff never let go of the meat in his hand, despite the few minutes he let the boy have to relax. Then, he brought his fist down three more times in quick succession. Mike lost it and his retching gave way to vomiting. Since both boys were pretty much in need of a reprieve, Adrian checked the clock, and they still had 4:30 to go. "Hey Jeff. Not much time left. At 4 minutes, let's give them all we've got, unless they ask for mercy." "Sounds good to me." Both Jeff and Adrian watched the clock intently. As soon as it hit 4:00, Adrian brought his foot back and swung it into Charles' already swollen sack. The force of the impact sent the boy sprawling out farther on the table and immediately he began to vomit. At the same time, Jeff took hold of Mike's red balls and yanked them back and up so that his knuckles hit Mike on the ass. For the second time that evening, Mike started to vomit, but his stomach was already empty and only bile dribbled down his chin. Adrian swung his foot again and caught the battered boy at his feet again in the nuts. This time, the kick wasn't nearly as hard, but he was in bad shape and continued to moan. Just as Adrian's foot assaulted Charles' testicles once more, Mike called out, "Please stop, just stop. I can't take any more." Jeff let him down, only to watch his curl into the fetal position and continue to sob. Adrian continued to nudge Charles' genitals with his toe, each time watching the boy wince in pain. Finally, the time was up and Adrian let Charles up. "Congratulations. I never thought anyone could make it. As an extra reward, if you like, one of us will give you a blow job. When you recover, of course. I think you earned it." The boy was simply limp at his feet. "OK, Jeff, why don't you help Mike to his bed and I'll help Charles here. Make sure you brush his teeth." They dragged the limp boys out of the play-pen and into a suite with two double beds. Adrian dropped Charles on one, Jeff dropped Mike on the other. "Jeff, we'll let John handle this one." The boys left the room, each sporting big hard-ons tenting out their shorts.