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BRUCE AND THE NEW ZEALAND BURDIZZO By Cliff Jay © Cutter productions February 1999 Bruce had just received a parcel. A parcel he had long given up on getting. A friend of his in New Zealand promised to send him a burdizzo - he was a farmer and had a couple of spares. He was also interested in the castration of human males - and that was how Bruce had got in touch with him. Months ago he had been in touch with Bruce and promised to send it but it had never turned up. Now - out of the blue it appeared - very conveniently the week before a friend of Bruce's - a rather strange tall wiry guy with various piercing and a very large set of balls - called Wayne - was due to go to Canberra to stay with Bruce. They had planned a weekend of ball torture and long term elastrator sessions and now Bruce had the temptation of the burdizzo. Even though Bruce knew that the burdizzo was different to an elastrator. Using a burdizzo was a bit like being pregnant. You either were or you were not. With a burdizzo you either used it and castrated the person you used it on (admittedly you could use it on only one ball at a time) or you did not. It was not like an elastrator band which you could put on and take off at will. Bruce was so tempted to use it on himself - he had had a desire to be castrated for years - but resisted the temptation even though he got to the stage of almost locking it shut on his sack on several nights - before he chickened out! Wayne was not so chicken! He had only been at Bruce's for about an hour on the Friday evening - having a beer and looking at the burdizzo as Bruce demonstrated - almost - how it was used when Wayne started the torture session. First Bruce was told to strip - which he did revealing a totally shaved body with a pierced nipple, a PA and a tattoo on his right which said "G" for gelding! Then Wayne strung Bruce up in the spare bedroom. Not really serious B&D but enough to make him totally helpless. Bruce had his wrists strapped on to a wooden bar which hung about a foot from the ceiling. Once strapped up by his wrists he was at Wayne's mercy! Bruce's big dick was hard and jutting out like he had not cum for a fortnight - even though he had jerked off just before Wayne got there. To begin with Wayne - who was also stark naked - just put an elastrator band on the top of the neck of Bruce's sack. Wayne was about 6'6" tall, his body was totally shaved, he had a huge PA through the end of his dick, at least 6 silver bars vertically through the shaft of his dick (in fact he had had to have a second pisshole put in behind his balls some months ago as there were so many bars through his urethra he was no longer able to piss properly without spraying everything within three feet!) and a large ring through each nipple. He was also sporting a 10" hardon! Wayne began beating Bruce's balls - which despite the moans and groans he knew really turned Bruce on. But he could not get the burdizzo out of his mind and just the thought of using it on Bruce gave him an even harder dick. After about half an hour he could resist it no longer. He put down the stick he had been beating Bruce's balls with and went back in to the living room. Bruce was about to call out what was he doing when he reappeared with the burdizzo. Bruce looked at Wayne and then at what he was holding. He could tell instantly from the look on Wayne's face what was going to happen to him! He began to struggle to see if he could get his hands free but there was no way. "No Wayne" he said - "please take that thing away - don’t bring it near me - you might get carried away" But it was too late. Wayne squatted down in front of Bruce. Bruce looked down - horrified but at the same time turned on - and watched as Wayne put the clamp end of the burdizzo over the cords to Bruce's left ball. Wayne closed the handles. Then he squeezed hard and with a click from the spring in the burdizzo as it clamped shut severing the cords to Bruce's left ball and a yell from Bruce at the short sharp pain Bruce's left ball was killed. Wayne let go of the burdizzo and stood up, the burdizzo still clamped shut on the ruins of the left side of Bruce's equipment. "What the fuck have you done - you've probably killed my left ball" said Bruce but Wayne only grinned and fiddled with his dick. "Just wait" he said - "you’re only half castrated now - wait until he next hour or so!" With that Wayne put some cream on his dick and got round behind Bruce and shoved all 10" up him! Bruce was horny as all get out. He was really excited about being half castrated and he was sure Wayne was not going to do anything else to him that night despite the threat - it was just sex talk to get him more excited. There was Bruce, still suspended from the bar, Wayne's big dick stuffed up him and a burdizzo hanging off his left ball! Wayne pulled Bruce's dick fast and hard in time with thrusts of his cock up Bruce's arsehole and they were both so excited that it only took a couple of minutes and Bruce was grunting and shooting a load (presumably only from his right ball he thought to himself) all over the floor and Wayne was pumping a big load in to Bruce's arse. The burdizzo was swinging wildly all over the place and tugging on Bruce's sack but to his surprise there was no real pain after the first shock of the clamp shutting. Wayne got his breath back and pulled out of Bruce. Bruce expected Wayne to unstrap his wrists but when he asked him to he just grinned and shook his head. Wayne said "Just give me a while to get hard again and have a couple of scotches and I will be back to finish castrating you" with that Wayne left Bruce strung up and went off to the kitchen to get a scotch. Bruce started to get really worried. Having one ball killed was OK - in fact it was a bit of a turn on. But to have the other ball burdizzoed too would mean he would end up castrated - a eunuch in fact. He called out to Wayne who was out in the kitchen drinking but got no reply. Bruce hung there - slumped down with his wrists still attached to the beam and the burdizzo attached to his left dead ball. After about half an hour - which seemed a hell of a lot longer to Bruce and during which time his dick got really hard again despite his fear of total castration - Wayne came back in - sporting his usual 10" hardon - and poured a large glass of scotch in to Bruce's mouth making him cough and splutter. Wayne did not say a word. He saw the look of excitement/terror in Bruce's eyes as he unsnapped the Burdizzo from Bruce's left ball and calmly closed it over the cords to Bruce's remaining live ball. Wayne squeezed the clamp shut with a click and another, this time louder, yell from Bruce who felt his manhood disappearing with one click! Bruce was now - even though he still had two balls in his sack - a eunuch. Wayne promptly stuffed Bruce again - hard and quick and it was not long before he shot another huge load up Bruce's now wide open asshole. Wayne pulled out once he had come and took a long look at Bruce. Poor Bruce was just too astonished at what had happened to him to really be able to do anything. He still – for some reason – had a hard on but apart from that he was in a daze! Wayne undid the wrist restraints and Bruce slumped in to a chair rubbing his arms to get the circulation back. Then he looked at his sack and began to feel around on the left hand side to see if he could find what damage the burdizzo had done there. The burdizzo was still on his right nut and he had enough of his senses with him to not try and take it off after only 10 minutes. He knew the permanent damage was done and that it was better at this stage to leave it on until everything on that side was safely shut down – rather than to release it and let unwanted blood leak in to his sack. The other ball - well Bruce could not find the cords - they must have been there but the burdizzo had clamped them so well they had all but disappeared. MANNY By Cliff Jay © Cutter Productions April 1998 Manny woke up about 6.30 as usual and started what had now become a regular (and he had to admit quite pleasant) ritual. He chucked the sheets back and began to stroke his already half hard dick. He would stroke his cock with his left hand whilst he felt around the base of his dick and in to his arsehole for his balls! But he did not ever find them. As he stroked his rigid dick - it was quite thick and about 8" long - he would close his eyes and remember the day he lost his balls. Strangely enough what had been a terrifying experience at the time was now the centre for most of his sexual thoughts and the flaunting of his ballless crotch had also become a real turn on for him. In fact he was now visiting so many different gyms for workouts and then showers - he always tried to shower at a time when the shower room was at its busiest - that he had lost track of where he had been and where he had not. But there so many gyms in LA - and different guys went on different days - that he thought he could go on for months if not years or getting surprised reactions from his audience. After each workout - when he could tell the showers were busy - even a group of guys hanging around for their turn to use them - he would finish his workout, strip naked, grab a towel and walk in to the shower room. Invariably his dick would be half hard before he got to a shower. He had a good latino skin - he was from Cuba - and a solid and quite well defined body - and was always the subject of some lascivious looks even before the loss of his balls. Now he would get under a shower head and start to soap himself - crotch first - until he was almost hard - only took a few seconds - and then half turn around to talk to one of the guys under the adjacent showers. Almost always the other guys would look with interest at Manny's hard dick and wonder why there were no balls behind it. Sometimes - but only rarely - did Manny have to raise the subject of his ball less crotch. Usually some guy would say "Hey guy - you got a case of sultana nuts or what?" Manny would feel his dick getting harder and reply " Nah - not sultana nuts - no nuts at all!" and this would get the interest of - usually - almost every other guy in the showers and they would either come over to look or listen to Manny explain what had happened to him. The only problem - and there was nothing Manny could do about it and in fact it was part of his turn on - was that his hard on would stay and after a while even start to leak precum - although this was not very noticeable to his audience because of the water streaming down his body from the shower. In fact on more than one occasion one of the guys had asked if he could feel Manny's crotch where his balls had been and the result each time had been an instant load flying out of his dick all over the other guy! It would produce embarrassed laughter from the other guys and immense satisfaction for Manny. It also lead to more than one encounter later on at his or the other guy's place. After a session like this Manny would have to find a place to jerk off almost immediately - usually in one of the toilet cubicles because he could not get his dick down without one. He was pretty sure the testosterone dose he was taking was too much - but he always told his doctor a sob story about having trouble getting a hard on and having hot flashes and so he was always sexed up! Manny always told the same story about how he lost his balls. He was riding a motor bike (which he did) and was riding in the country with his girlfriend or his boyfriend depending on whether he was in a gay gym or not when a car came towards them, skidded, struck the bike and Manny and his friend were thrown off the bike in to a grassy field. The friend landed on the grass and was fine apart from a few minor bruises. Manny on the other hand landed on a sharp steel fencepost and the Doctor said Manny was lucky to have only lost his balls - another few inches and the stake would have gone through his guts and probably killed him. As it was the steel stake had severed Manny's balls and sack quite cleanly but it had not been possibly to reattach them because of the damage to the torn nerves etc and so now Manny had them in a bottle in his apartment. Manny said it had not even hurt very much and that he only spent 24 hours in hospital whilst they sewed up his crotch where his sack had been, given him a regular supply of testosterone and here he was with - as everyone could see - no balls but a perfectly working dick! The story quite often produced hard ons on other guys - usually Manny noticed the 'straight' ones and they would try and hide their stiffies with their hands and then disappear in to cubicles to wank off! Manny really got off on this kinky form of exhibitionism and each gym visit provided him with more jack off material when he got home. But the whole story was made up. Manny lost his balls in a much more interesting way. He and a friend played around with Manny's balls and sack for months until, much to Manny's surprise, he lost his balls. Both Manny and his friend Dino used to play with elastrators and rubber bands - playing castration games. They had started a competition between them to see how long they could go with either an elastrator band or a rubber band on. They had each got up to about 3 hours with the elastrator bands but were apprehensive about going any further in case of real and permanent damage. Manny did not mind the thought of being nutless - in fact it was one of his greatest fantasies - but he knew there might be complications and he did not know a sympatico doctor in LA. So then they started wearing a thick red rubber band wound twice around the neck of their sacks. Manny found that he could do 5 or 6 hours without any trouble. Then he started going to work with a band on - 8 or 9 hours and no trouble apart from a red mark for a few days where the rubber band had gripped the skin of his sack. Then one weekend he challenged Dino to a 48 hour session. Friday evening and after a few beers they put the bands on and went out partying. Next morning Dino said his band was hurting so he gave in and took it off and lost the bet. As a result of losing the bet he spent most of the rest of the weekend in different positions but almost always with his legs apart and always with Manny's dick up him. Later they reckoned that Dino had a dick up him for a total of 16 hours over the weekend! Certainly his hole was slack and loose for over a week. Finally, late on Sunday evening when Dino's arse was so sore he could not take another fuck. Manny decided to take the band off his balls - 48 hours after he had put it on. It had not caused him any trouble when it was on. When he took it off all felt fine. There was a very angry looking red weal all around his sack and after about 5 minutes it began to hurt as the blood tried to get back in to the skin which had been under the banded strip. Manny was in agony for a while but some xylocaine ointment and a couple of panadol tablets soon fixed that. Dino went home - walking a bit like a bandy legged jockey as his arsehole was still hanging open and sore and the muscles of his groin were stiff from having spent most of the weekend keeping his legs apart - and usually up in the air as Manny worked his bet off by fucking Dino for as long and as often as he wanted too. Manny went to bed and had a good wank the next morning thinking of the great weekend he and Dino had had. The red scar where the band had been was still there - and it was tender to the touch but not hurting. After his shower he had trouble getting a pair of jocks which did not irritate the scar but he eventually settled on a small jockstrap that was fine. That night Dino came around and they both examined Manny's balls - his dick was working OK - as he proved by fucking Dino again - Manny pointed out that Dino's arsehole was still pretty slack and that it was like fucking an old pussy! Manny's balls looked OK, apart from the scar the skin of his sack was a bit dark but he was pretty dark there anyway. Next day Manny woke up and while still half asleep had his usual morning wank. No problem except that his sack was a bit numb and lacked sensitivity as it flopped up and down as he jerked his dick in to orgasm. When he had cum he looked down and thought it looked very dark but nothing to worry about - the red scar had gone hard - like a band of scar tissue around his sack - and he went to work as usual. This morning he had no problem with his jocks being uncomfortable. When he got home that night he stripped for his shower and noticed that his sack was very dark indeed and had almost no feeling in it. His balls were fine - they were painful to squeeze as usual and he had no problem in wanking over a porn film later after dinner. The next morning he could tell as he had his usual wank that the ballsack itself was getting hard and now had almost no feeling in it but his balls were still fine. He called in to see Dino that evening and after he had put 7 elastrator bands on Dino's balls and inserted a fairly long and fat dildo up Dino's arse prior to giving him a good fuck they both examined Manny's sack. It now looked very strange. It was a very dark brown, almost black and it was hard to the touch and had none of the usual elasticity- the skin was like stiff leather - and there was absolutely no feeling in it at all below the red scar of the band. Dino tried sticking a pin in to it in several places and Manny felt nothing and there was no bleeding. Manny giggled nervously "I wonder when it will start to go back to normal?" and Dino replied that "it looks to me as tho' the skin is dead". Manny started to feel a bit nervous - what would happen if he had killed his sack? He would soon find out. The next morning in the shower he was soaping himself - and actually having a bit of a tug at the same time as he was randy again when he felt something strange in his crotch. He looked down and saw that his sack was starting to split around the lower side of the red scar. Manny jumped out of the shower and started to dry himself. He dried his crotch very carefully but even so the split was getting longer - it was over an inch long now running from the base of his dick around to the right. He got dressed and went to work at the studio as usual. He decided not to think about it but at least 6 time s during the day he went to men's room to examine his crotch. Each time the split was longer so that by the time he got home the whole right hand half of his sack had come away from his body around the red scar. When he had stripped all his clothes off he stood in front of his bedroom mirror and gently squeezed his now very hard and almost black sack. To his mixed horror and amazement his right nut popped out through the split. Frantic, and with his right ball hanging out of his sack he went to the phone and rang Dino to come over - pronto. By the time Dino arrived Manny had nervously squeezed his sack again and with a very soft tearing sound the rest of his sack split off and out dropped his left ball. So when Dino came in he saw Manny standing there with the remains of his sack hanging from the central tissue which divides the ball sack in to two and both balls hanging out in the open! "What the fuck am I going to do" Manny asked Dino "My fucking sack has almost dropped off and both my balls are hanging out!" Manny was really beginning to panic now – there he was with two balls which were apparently fine – except for the fact that the sack they lived in was dead and falling off as they watched! Manny could not help fiddling with the remains of his sack – his dick for some reason was stiff as a board – and as Dino watched the sack itself peeled off in Manny’s fingers leaving the two testicles hanging there from there cords. There was no bleeding at all – the skin had healed around the scar the bands had made and the sack itself, although black and hard was quite firm and well shaped – just the shape it had been when it was attached to him. Manny walked – or rather waddled to stop his thighs rubbing against his supersensitive balls – over to the settee and sat down. He looked at the dead sack in his hand and said to Dino “What the fuck should I do?” Dino very sensibly called their local (gay) doctor and when he explained to him what the problem was – finding it hard to keep a straight face as he told the doctor that Manny had lost his sack – the doctor said he would come straight over. The Doctor was fascinated with the sight of Manny with no ball sack (he still had a hard on too – it just would not go away despite a furious but unsuccessful wank whilst waiting for the Doctor to get there) and having examined him said he thought the best solution was a plastic surgeon he knew who could probably insert the balls inside Manny. So that even though he would look different he would still have balls. As it turned out this operation was not entirely successful. To begin with the surgeon could only get the left ball to stay in Manny’s abdominal cavity and so the right one had to be removed. Neither operation – the attempted and successful insertions or the subsequent cutting off of the right ball were major and all were done under a local anaesthetic with Manny (and Dino who had insisted on being present) fascinated as they watched the surgeon operate on Manny’s naked balls. Then a couple of weeks later Manny had terrible pains in his abdomen. Another exploratory operation revealed that the cords to the ball had got knotted and the ball was dead. So – after all that Manny lost his right nut and was a eunuch. Fortunately he was one of those rare guys who needed little extra testosterone and the use of a patch about once a week was all that he needed to keep his dick up and the hot flashes away! Manny was to have many more adventures because of his nutless state and he made sure Dino joined him before too long – he still was fond of Dino but he did always have that nagging feeling that it was partly Dino’s fault Manny had lost his balls and that one day he would get even. But again that is another story for another day! The Switcher By Cliff Jay [email protected] © Cutter Productions January 1999 Brad was leaning against the side of a long white railroad van having a smoke. He was really feeling good. It was a beautiful day, there was only an hour or so work before it was time to knock off and go home and he had just had what was about the best blow job of his 28 year life. His long black dick stirred in the confines of his jockstrap as he thought about it. He had been down at the far end of the yard - in fact he still was, with the other switcher Dwayne, a big, tanned 6'4" bodybuilder - when out of the blue Dwayne had sidled over to him, looked down at Brad's very short blue cutoffs and then grabbed Brad by the balls. This was not hard to do as one of Brad's regular turn on was to have his balls outside his jockstrap (which he always wore in place of normal jocks) but hanging inside his cutoffs. He had big, really big, egg sized balls and they always hung low. So quite often - for example when he squatted down - they hung just below his cutoffs. The other guys would rag him about it but it was surprising how often the sight of his balls ended up with one of the 'square' workmates giving him a quick fuck! However even tho' he had had his eyes on Dwayne for weeks he never really thought he would have it off with him and particularly not with Dwayne going down on him! he had always fantasised about going down on Dwayne. Anyway Dwayne had just pulled Brad's shorts down, squatted beside the railway freight car and gone down on Brad's immediately rock hard 10 inches - swallowed all of it without any trouble! About 5 minutes of this deep thrashing - Dwayne didn't seem to need to stop to breathe - Brad had shot a huge load down Dwayne's throat and Dwayne had not gagged one bit but just took the whole load - it obviously wasn't his first blow job! Looking down at Dwayne's crotch the big wet patch in the crotch of his cutoffs made it fairly clear that he had shot his load in his pants without any helping hand! Almost finished his smoke Brad heard Dwayne blow his whistle from the other side of the loose cars meaning it was time to couple up as the loco driver was about to back up to collect the string of box cars they had been sorting out. Brad jumped between the two box cars and in the usual way straddled the centre steel coupling of the box car behind him as he lined up the coupling bar of the car in front of him. There was a whistle from the loco, three short blasts, and the box cars jolted forward. Brad had his back pressed against one car, he could feel the heat of the steel car through the thin white T shirt he was wearing, and his big brown boots, as always with very white short sox inside, were braced against the car in front. The couplings crashed together but did not lock. Brad pulled his mobile radio phone out of its clasp on his belt and called to the engine driver "Pull back a bit - there is something wrong - I'll have to have closer look". With a clanging of couplings between the 20 odd box cars that separated him from the loco the couplings separated a foot or so. Brad jumped down as the cars separated and squatted over the coupling bars as he tried to hold the coupling bar of the car in front of him in line so they would lock. He was straddling the coupling bar of the front car and he could feel the heat from the steel in his crotch and his dick stirred again as he thought of Dwayne and the fact that not only had he just given him a great blow job but he had then asked Brad if he wanted to go home afterwards and fuck him! It had turned out that Dwayne had had the hots for the tall muscular gangling black guy with the big dick and the low hanging balls for months!! Brad clenched the radio phone between his jaw and his shoulder as both hands were needed to hold the bent coupling in place and spoke to the driver again "Back up slow Steve - I don’t want to get my fingers caught" and with another whistle in response the loco moved slowly back and the box cars moved together. The couplings were lined up and they came together with a bang and a scream of pain and terror from Brad. It nearly deafened the loco driver through the radio phone and even Dwayne heard it from a couple of cars away. The square steel coupling ends of the box cars with their steel clasps came together with a crunching sound and it was at that second that Brad dropped the phone as he felt his balls - dangling for the last time out of the right leg of his cutoffs - were instantaneously crushed flat by the couplings. Squatting over the steel bar he had been watching out for his fingers as the cars came together but he had forgotten his low hanging balls dangling from the leg of his cutoffs! They were right between the two steel clasps and once these came together it was goodbye balls. Brad screamed in pain and terror as he realised what had happened. Dwayne came running up - Ed the driver was in the loco cab hundreds of yards away and was calling to Brad and Dwayne over the phone. Dwayne was there in a matter of seconds and could not see what Brad was making all the fuss about. He was still squatting over the couplings - he had no choice as he was trapped by his crushed balls. "My balls Dwayne, my balls are fucking caught in the couplings - get Ed to pull the fucking cars apart - fucking quick - the pain is killing me! I think my balls might be crushed a bit - they are so fucking painful - get Ed to hurry please, please" Dwayne was too shocked for a second or two to do anything but then he got himself together and phoned Ed "Ed - quick pull the train forward" he said "Brad's got his balls caught in the couplings". As he did so Dwayne realised to his astonishment that his own dick was getting stiff with the thought and sight of what had happened to Brad. Ed pulled the train forward as Dwayne tried to release the couplings between the two cars that had caught Brad's balls but they would not come free - the bent coupling that had lead to the problem would not budge. Brad was totally caught by his balls! Dwayne got on the phone to Ed and told him the problem. Brad by now was sobbing quietly - more from shock than from pain - and asked Ed to radio for a paramedic team which he did. Dwayne asked Brad if there was anything he could do for him - it was hard to see exactly what had happened as Brad was still in a squatting position with his arse on the couplings and his balls were in the coupling join - Dwayne tried to get Brad to move a bit but the pain of just trying to move a fraction of an inch brought a scream from Brad. Brad explained how it had happened - he was not very coherent as the pain of his crushed balls and the thought that they might be out of action for weeks was just too much. Brad got almost as much sexual enjoyment from his nuts as from his dick! The paramedics must have been close by as it was only a few minutes before the two guys in their bright green emergency outfits were on the scene. Dwayne having explained what happened and the fact that the only way to get the couplings apart was to use a crowbar right where Brad's balls were caught which would undoubtedly wreck them for ever the paramedics said they would have to get Brad's clothes off so they could get a closer look. One of the paramedics got as knife and sliced down both legs of Brad's cutoffs so they just came away and then they cut off his jockstrap as well. Dwayne helped (!) by pulling Brad's T-shirt off so that by the time Ed the driver and his assistant Brad was stark naked apart from his boots and sox. One of the para's (a sexy looking Italian guy with a mop of curly black hair and strong arms and hands) lifted up Brad's dick so that he could see beneath it and see just how his balls were trapped. Much to everyone's enjoyment his produced an instant hard on for Brad's big black cock. But the hardon didn't last for long. "Shit" said the para "they are squashed flat - the gap between these fucking couplings is only about a matchstick wide - I guess we will have to cut you free" "Whaddaya mean cut me free - if you try and cut these fucking steel couplings with an acetylene torch they will heat up and fry my balls!" "Sorry guy" said the para "its worse that that, we will have to cut YOU to get you out. We will have to cut your balls off to free you - but don’t worry - your balls are already totally wrecked - squashed flat as a tack - no way we could save them. You were just lucky your dick was not hanging down too." The other para went and got a needle and gave Brad a shot in the groin. Brad was now in a state of hysteria - he had known he had damaged his balls as soon as he felt the couplings jam them but he had no idea he was going to lose his balls altogether. Now the first para had appeared again with a scalpel and a staple gun. "Sorry guy" he said "We are just going to have to cut your sack and balls off, staple you together and then get you to the hospital where a Doc. can finish the job off properly" Brad just could not believe it. He was not in any physical pain any more - the shot the para had given him had fixed that but his mind - that was a different matter. He could not believe that in a few minutes he was going to be a gelding - a eunuch - dick but no balls. He was probably a eunuch already - the box car couplings had seen to that! The para did a pretty rough job Brad thought - but there again there was not much option. Brad's balls (what was left of them) and his sack were firmly caught in the distorted couplings. There was not much of the sack between the coupling and Brad's dick so the para just tied a very tight noose of nylon thread around the very top of Brad's sack and then with a scalpel sliced through the skin and tissue beneath the noose. Brad was almost in tears as this happened and looking at Dwayne, to Brad's amazement, Dwayne had an obvious hard on in his shorts and was trying to cover it up with one of his massive hands. The operation by the para allowed Brad to stand up and climb out - still stark naked except for boots and sox but no longer with a hard on - from between the cars. The para then made him stand still with his legs apart and, squatting down in front of Brad the para said "Lift your dick up so that I don’t staple that too". Brad lifted up his now very limp dick and the para put 3 staples in the remains of the neck of Brad's sack. Then they took him to the nearest hospital. Dwayne came too - which Brad thought was real kind of him - but he did notice that Brad not only still had a roaring hard on but that there was a wet patch in the front of his cutoffs which looked rather to Brad as if Dwayne had cum again!! At the hospital the young male doctor was about as interested as he would have been if he had been treating a broken finger. He examined Brad, gave him an anti tetanus shot, sewed up the remains of Brad's sack, told him to come back if anything started to go wrong and in any event to come back in two weeks for testosterone tests so that they could prescribe testosterone if he needed it. Then the doctor left Brad and Dwayne and told Brad he could go home. Dwayne drove Brad home - Brad was feeling pretty low and when they got home and Dwayne had got them each a cold beer - much to Brad's astonishment Dwayne stripped naked - he had a stunning bod and even in his present gloomy state Brad, who had never seen Dwayne naked before, felt slightly interested. Then Dwayne turned around, bent over with his legs spread and said "Please fuck me Brad" "How can I fuck you stupid dickhead - I have not got any balls" Brad spat at Dwayne. Brad was really depressed and pissed off - here he was just having got home from hospital where they had made sure he would never have any balls again and Dwayne (gorgeous hunk though he was) was wanting to be fucked. Brad had not yet gotten used to the fact that he was nutless (and always would be) and was still feeling really depressed and confused - although for some reason his dick was stirring around down there apparently looking or some action. "Let me show you" replied Dwayne and he stood up, came over to Brad and began to fondle his half empty crotch and to suck Brad's dick. Much to Brad's surprise, after a minute or two with Dwayne's magic mouth swallowing all his dick Brad felt the same old feeling and within a few minutes, hard as a rock and with his dick jerked out of Dwayne's mouth and roughly stuffed up his arse instead Brad came - and could feel - even though he could not see because his dick was right up Dwayne's arsehole a whole load shooting out of his rigid prick. Perhaps there would be life after (b)all(s)!! Wait for the next episode of Brad and his sex life - he finds BME and a whole new life being the centre of sexual attention from around the world - including job offers and others from places you may never have heard of. BRUCE AND THE NEW ZEALAND BURDIZZO By Cliff Jay © Cutter productions February 1999 Bruce had just received a parcel. A parcel he had long given up on getting. A friend of his in New Zealand promised to send him a burdizzo - he was a farmer and had a couple of spares. He was also interested in the castration of human males - and that was how Bruce had got in touch with him. Months ago he had been in touch with Bruce and promised to send it but it had never turned up. Now - out of the blue it appeared - very conveniently the week before a friend of Bruce's - a rather strange tall wiry guy with various piercing and a very large set of balls - called Wayne - was due to go to Canberra to stay with Bruce. They had planned a weekend of ball torture and long term elastrator sessions and now Bruce had the temptation of the burdizzo. Even though Bruce knew that the burdizzo was different to an elastrator. Using a burdizzo was a bit like being pregnant. You either were or you were not. With a burdizzo you either used it and castrated the person you used it on (admittedly you could use it on only one ball at a time) or you did not. It was not like an elastrator band which you could put on and take off at will. Bruce was so tempted to use it on himself - he had had a desire to be castrated for years - but resisted the temptation even though he got to the stage of almost locking it shut on his sack on several nights - before he chickened out! Wayne was not so chicken! He had only been at Bruce's for about an hour on the Friday evening - having a beer and looking at the burdizzo as Bruce demonstrated - almost - how it was used when Wayne started the torture session. First Bruce was told to strip - which he did revealing a totally shaved body with a pierced nipple, a PA and a tattoo on his right which said "G" for gelding! Then Wayne strung Bruce up in the spare bedroom. Not really serious B&D but enough to make him totally helpless. Bruce had his wrists strapped on to a wooden bar which hung about a foot from the ceiling. Once strapped up by his wrists he was at Wayne's mercy! Bruce's big dick was hard and jutting out like he had not cum for a fortnight - even though he had jerked off just before Wayne got there. To begin with Wayne - who was also stark naked - just put an elastrator band on the top of the neck of Bruce's sack. Wayne was about 6'6" tall, his body was totally shaved, he had a huge PA through the end of his dick, at least 6 silver bars vertically through the shaft of his dick (in fact he had had to have a second pisshole put in behind his balls some months ago as there were so many bars through his urethra he was no longer able to piss properly without spraying everything within three feet!) and a large ring through each nipple. He was also sporting a 10" hardon! Wayne began beating Bruce's balls - which despite the moans and groans he knew really turned Bruce on. But he could not get the burdizzo out of his mind and just the thought of using it on Bruce gave him an even harder dick. After about half an hour he could resist it no longer. He put down the stick he had been beating Bruce's balls with and went back in to the living room. Bruce was about to call out what was he doing when he reappeared with the burdizzo. Bruce looked at Wayne and then at what he was holding. He could tell instantly from the look on Wayne's face what was going to happen to him! He began to struggle to see if he could get his hands free but there was no way. "No Wayne" he said - "please take that thing away - don’t bring it near me - you might get carried away" But it was too late. Wayne squatted down in front of Bruce. Bruce looked down - horrified but at the same time turned on - and watched as Wayne put the clamp end of the burdizzo over the cords to Bruce's left ball. Wayne closed the handles. Then he squeezed hard and with a click from the spring in the burdizzo as it clamped shut severing the cords to Bruce's left ball and a yell from Bruce at the short sharp pain Bruce's left ball was killed. Wayne let go of the burdizzo and stood up, the burdizzo still clamped shut on the ruins of the left side of Bruce's equipment. "What the fuck have you done - you've probably killed my left ball" said Bruce but Wayne only grinned and fiddled with his dick. "Just wait" he said - "you’re only half castrated now - wait until he next hour or so!" With that Wayne put some cream on his dick and got round behind Bruce and shoved all 10" up him! Bruce was horny as all get out. He was really excited about being half castrated and he was sure Wayne was not going to do anything else to him that night despite the threat - it was just sex talk to get him more excited. There was Bruce, still suspended from the bar, Wayne's big dick stuffed up him and a burdizzo hanging off his left ball! Wayne pulled Bruce's dick fast and hard in time with thrusts of his cock up Bruce's arsehole and they were both so excited that it only took a couple of minutes and Bruce was grunting and shooting a load (presumably only from his right ball he thought to himself) all over the floor and Wayne was pumping a big load in to Bruce's arse. The burdizzo was swinging wildly all over the place and tugging on Bruce's sack but to his surprise there was no real pain after the first shock of the clamp shutting. Wayne got his breath back and pulled out of Bruce. Bruce expected Wayne to unstrap his wrists but when he asked him to he just grinned and shook his head. Wayne said "Just give me a while to get hard again and have a couple of scotches and I will be back to finish castrating you" with that Wayne left Bruce strung up and went off to the kitchen to get a scotch. Bruce started to get really worried. Having one ball killed was OK - in fact it was a bit of a turn on. But to have the other ball burdizzoed too would mean he would end up castrated - a eunuch in fact. He called out to Wayne who was out in the kitchen drinking but got no reply. Bruce hung there - slumped down with his wrists still attached to the beam and the burdizzo attached to his left dead ball. After about half an hour - which seemed a hell of a lot longer to Bruce and during which time his dick got really hard again despite his fear of total castration - Wayne came back in - sporting his usual 10" hardon - and poured a large glass of scotch in to Bruce's mouth making him cough and splutter. Wayne did not say a word. He saw the look of excitement/terror in Bruce's eyes as he unsnapped the Burdizzo from Bruce's left ball and calmly closed it over the cords to Bruce's remaining live ball. Wayne squeezed the clamp shut with a click and another, this time louder, yell from Bruce who felt his manhood disappearing with one click! Bruce was now - even though he still had two balls in his sack - a eunuch. Wayne promptly stuffed Bruce again - hard and quick and it was not long before he shot another huge load up Bruce's now wide open asshole. Wayne pulled out once he had come and took a long look at Bruce. Poor Bruce was just too astonished at what had happened to him to really be able to do anything. He still – for some reason – had a hard on but apart from that he was in a daze! Wayne undid the wrist restraints and Bruce slumped in to a chair rubbing his arms to get the circulation back. Then he looked at his sack and began to feel around on the left hand side to see if he could find what damage the burdizzo had done there. The burdizzo was still on his right nut and he had enough of his senses with him to not try and take it off after only 10 minutes. He knew the permanent damage was done and that it was better at this stage to leave it on until everything on that side was safely shut down – rather than to release it and let unwanted blood leak in to his sack. The other ball - well Bruce could not find the cords - they must have been there but the burdizzo had clamped them so well they had all but disappeared. MANNY By Cliff Jay © Cutter Productions April 1998 Manny woke up about 6.30 as usual and started what had now become a regular (and he had to admit quite pleasant) ritual. He chucked the sheets back and began to stroke his already half hard dick. He would stroke his cock with his left hand whilst he felt around the base of his dick and in to his arsehole for his balls! But he did not ever find them. As he stroked his rigid dick - it was quite thick and about 8" long - he would close his eyes and remember the day he lost his balls. Strangely enough what had been a terrifying experience at the time was now the centre for most of his sexual thoughts and the flaunting of his ballless crotch had also become a real turn on for him. In fact he was now visiting so many different gyms for workouts and then showers - he always tried to shower at a time when the shower room was at its busiest - that he had lost track of where he had been and where he had not. But there so many gyms in LA - and different guys went on different days - that he thought he could go on for months if not years or getting surprised reactions from his audience. After each workout - when he could tell the showers were busy - even a group of guys hanging around for their turn to use them - he would finish his workout, strip naked, grab a towel and walk in to the shower room. Invariably his dick would be half hard before he got to a shower. He had a good latino skin - he was from Cuba - and a solid and quite well defined body - and was always the subject of some lascivious looks even before the loss of his balls. Now he would get under a shower head and start to soap himself - crotch first - until he was almost hard - only took a few seconds - and then half turn around to talk to one of the guys under the adjacent showers. Almost always the other guys would look with interest at Manny's hard dick and wonder why there were no balls behind it. Sometimes - but only rarely - did Manny have to raise the subject of his ball less crotch. Usually some guy would say "Hey guy - you got a case of sultana nuts or what?" Manny would feel his dick getting harder and reply " Nah - not sultana nuts - no nuts at all!" and this would get the interest of - usually - almost every other guy in the showers and they would either come over to look or listen to Manny explain what had happened to him. The only problem - and there was nothing Manny could do about it and in fact it was part of his turn on - was that his hard on would stay and after a while even start to leak precum - although this was not very noticeable to his audience because of the water streaming down his body from the shower. In fact on more than one occasion one of the guys had asked if he could feel Manny's crotch where his balls had been and the result each time had been an instant load flying out of his dick all over the other guy! It would produce embarrassed laughter from the other guys and immense satisfaction for Manny. It also lead to more than one encounter later on at his or the other guy's place. After a session like this Manny would have to find a place to jerk off almost immediately - usually in one of the toilet cubicles because he could not get his dick down without one. He was pretty sure the testosterone dose he was taking was too much - but he always told his doctor a sob story about having trouble getting a hard on and having hot flashes and so he was always sexed up! Manny always told the same story about how he lost his balls. He was riding a motor bike (which he did) and was riding in the country with his girlfriend or his boyfriend depending on whether he was in a gay gym or not when a car came towards them, skidded, struck the bike and Manny and his friend were thrown off the bike in to a grassy field. The friend landed on the grass and was fine apart from a few minor bruises. Manny on the other hand landed on a sharp steel fencepost and the Doctor said Manny was lucky to have only lost his balls - another few inches and the stake would have gone through his guts and probably killed him. As it was the steel stake had severed Manny's balls and sack quite cleanly but it had not been possibly to reattach them because of the damage to the torn nerves etc and so now Manny had them in a bottle in his apartment. Manny said it had not even hurt very much and that he only spent 24 hours in hospital whilst they sewed up his crotch where his sack had been, given him a regular supply of testosterone and here he was with - as everyone could see - no balls but a perfectly working dick! The story quite often produced hard ons on other guys - usually Manny noticed the 'straight' ones and they would try and hide their stiffies with their hands and then disappear in to cubicles to wank off! Manny really got off on this kinky form of exhibitionism and each gym visit provided him with more jack off material when he got home. But the whole story was made up. Manny lost his balls in a much more interesting way. He and a friend played around with Manny's balls and sack for months until, much to Manny's surprise, he lost his balls. Both Manny and his friend Dino used to play with elastrators and rubber bands - playing castration games. They had started a competition between them to see how long they could go with either an elastrator band or a rubber band on. They had each got up to about 3 hours with the elastrator bands but were apprehensive about going any further in case of real and permanent damage. Manny did not mind the thought of being nutless - in fact it was one of his greatest fantasies - but he knew there might be complications and he did not know a sympatico doctor in LA. So then they started wearing a thick red rubber band wound twice around the neck of their sacks. Manny found that he could do 5 or 6 hours without any trouble. Then he started going to work with a band on - 8 or 9 hours and no trouble apart from a red mark for a few days where the rubber band had gripped the skin of his sack. Then one weekend he challenged Dino to a 48 hour session. Friday evening and after a few beers they put the bands on and went out partying. Next morning Dino said his band was hurting so he gave in and took it off and lost the bet. As a result of losing the bet he spent most of the rest of the weekend in different positions but almost always with his legs apart and always with Manny's dick up him. Later they reckoned that Dino had a dick up him for a total of 16 hours over the weekend! Certainly his hole was slack and loose for over a week. Finally, late on Sunday evening when Dino's arse was so sore he could not take another fuck. Manny decided to take the band off his balls - 48 hours after he had put it on. It had not caused him any trouble when it was on. When he took it off all felt fine. There was a very angry looking red weal all around his sack and after about 5 minutes it began to hurt as the blood tried to get back in to the skin which had been under the banded strip. Manny was in agony for a while but some xylocaine ointment and a couple of panadol tablets soon fixed that. Dino went home - walking a bit like a bandy legged jockey as his arsehole was still hanging open and sore and the muscles of his groin were stiff from having spent most of the weekend keeping his legs apart - and usually up in the air as Manny worked his bet off by fucking Dino for as long and as often as he wanted too. Manny went to bed and had a good wank the next morning thinking of the great weekend he and Dino had had. The red scar where the band had been was still there - and it was tender to the touch but not hurting. After his shower he had trouble getting a pair of jocks which did not irritate the scar but he eventually settled on a small jockstrap that was fine. That night Dino came around and they both examined Manny's balls - his dick was working OK - as he proved by fucking Dino again - Manny pointed out that Dino's arsehole was still pretty slack and that it was like fucking an old pussy! Manny's balls looked OK, apart from the scar the skin of his sack was a bit dark but he was pretty dark there anyway. Next day Manny woke up and while still half asleep had his usual morning wank. No problem except that his sack was a bit numb and lacked sensitivity as it flopped up and down as he jerked his dick in to orgasm. When he had cum he looked down and thought it looked very dark but nothing to worry about - the red scar had gone hard - like a band of scar tissue around his sack - and he went to work as usual. This morning he had no problem with his jocks being uncomfortable. When he got home that night he stripped for his shower and noticed that his sack was very dark indeed and had almost no feeling in it. His balls were fine - they were painful to squeeze as usual and he had no problem in wanking over a porn film later after dinner. The next morning he could tell as he had his usual wank that the ballsack itself was getting hard and now had almost no feeling in it but his balls were still fine. He called in to see Dino that evening and after he had put 7 elastrator bands on Dino's balls and inserted a fairly long and fat dildo up Dino's arse prior to giving him a good fuck they both examined Manny's sack. It now looked very strange. It was a very dark brown, almost black and it was hard to the touch and had none of the usual elasticity- the skin was like stiff leather - and there was absolutely no feeling in it at all below the red scar of the band. Dino tried sticking a pin in to it in several places and Manny felt nothing and there was no bleeding. Manny giggled nervously "I wonder when it will start to go back to normal?" and Dino replied that "it looks to me as tho' the skin is dead". Manny started to feel a bit nervous - what would happen if he had killed his sack? He would soon find out. The next morning in the shower he was soaping himself - and actually having a bit of a tug at the same time as he was randy again when he felt something strange in his crotch. He looked down and saw that his sack was starting to split around the lower side of the red scar. Manny jumped out of the shower and started to dry himself. He dried his crotch very carefully but even so the split was getting longer - it was over an inch long now running from the base of his dick around to the right. He got dressed and went to work at the studio as usual. He decided not to think about it but at least 6 time s during the day he went to men's room to examine his crotch. Each time the split was longer so that by the time he got home the whole right hand half of his sack had come away from his body around the red scar. When he had stripped all his clothes off he stood in front of his bedroom mirror and gently squeezed his now very hard and almost black sack. To his mixed horror and amazement his right nut popped out through the split. Frantic, and with his right ball hanging out of his sack he went to the phone and rang Dino to come over - pronto. By the time Dino arrived Manny had nervously squeezed his sack again and with a very soft tearing sound the rest of his sack split off and out dropped his left ball. So when Dino came in he saw Manny standing there with the remains of his sack hanging from the central tissue which divides the ball sack in to two and both balls hanging out in the open! "What the fuck am I going to do" Manny asked Dino "My fucking sack has almost dropped off and both my balls are hanging out!" Manny was really beginning to panic now – there he was with two balls which were apparently fine – except for the fact that the sack they lived in was dead and falling off as they watched! Manny could not help fiddling with the remains of his sack – his dick for some reason was stiff as a board – and as Dino watched the sack itself peeled off in Manny’s fingers leaving the two testicles hanging there from there cords. There was no bleeding at all – the skin had healed around the scar the bands had made and the sack itself, although black and hard was quite firm and well shaped – just the shape it had been when it was attached to him. Manny walked – or rather waddled to stop his thighs rubbing against his supersensitive balls – over to the settee and sat down. He looked at the dead sack in his hand and said to Dino “What the fuck should I do?” Dino very sensibly called their local (gay) doctor and when he explained to him what the problem was – finding it hard to keep a straight face as he told the doctor that Manny had lost his sack – the doctor said he would come straight over. The Doctor was fascinated with the sight of Manny with no ball sack (he still had a hard on too – it just would not go away despite a furious but unsuccessful wank whilst waiting for the Doctor to get there) and having examined him said he thought the best solution was a plastic surgeon he knew who could probably insert the balls inside Manny. So that even though he would look different he would still have balls. As it turned out this operation was not entirely successful. To begin with the surgeon could only get the left ball to stay in Manny’s abdominal cavity and so the right one had to be removed. Neither operation – the attempted and successful insertions or the subsequent cutting off of the right ball were major and all were done under a local anaesthetic with Manny (and Dino who had insisted on being present) fascinated as they watched the surgeon operate on Manny’s naked balls. Then a couple of weeks later Manny had terrible pains in his abdomen. Another exploratory operation revealed that the cords to the ball had got knotted and the ball was dead. So – after all that Manny lost his right nut and was a eunuch. Fortunately he was one of those rare guys who needed little extra testosterone and the use of a patch about once a week was all that he needed to keep his dick up and the hot flashes away! Manny was to have many more adventures because of his nutless state and he made sure Dino joined him before too long – he still was fond of Dino but he did always have that nagging feeling that it was partly Dino’s fault Manny had lost his balls and that one day he would get even. But again that is another story for another day! The Switcher By Cliff Jay [email protected] © Cutter Productions January 1999 Brad was leaning against the side of a long white railroad van having a smoke. He was really feeling good. It was a beautiful day, there was only an hour or so work before it was time to knock off and go home and he had just had what was about the best blow job of his 28 year life. His long black dick stirred in the confines of his jockstrap as he thought about it. He had been down at the far end of the yard - in fact he still was, with the other switcher Dwayne, a big, tanned 6'4" bodybuilder - when out of the blue Dwayne had sidled over to him, looked down at Brad's very short blue cutoffs and then grabbed Brad by the balls. This was not hard to do as one of Brad's regular turn on was to have his balls outside his jockstrap (which he always wore in place of normal jocks) but hanging inside his cutoffs. He had big, really big, egg sized balls and they always hung low. So quite often - for example when he squatted down - they hung just below his cutoffs. The other guys would rag him about it but it was surprising how often the sight of his balls ended up with one of the 'square' workmates giving him a quick fuck! However even tho' he had had his eyes on Dwayne for weeks he never really thought he would have it off with him and particularly not with Dwayne going down on him! he had always fantasised about going down on Dwayne. Anyway Dwayne had just pulled Brad's shorts down, squatted beside the railway freight car and gone down on Brad's immediately rock hard 10 inches - swallowed all of it without any trouble! About 5 minutes of this deep thrashing - Dwayne didn't seem to need to stop to breathe - Brad had shot a huge load down Dwayne's throat and Dwayne had not gagged one bit but just took the whole load - it obviously wasn't his first blow job! Looking down at Dwayne's crotch the big wet patch in the crotch of his cutoffs made it fairly clear that he had shot his load in his pants without any helping hand! Almost finished his smoke Brad heard Dwayne blow his whistle from the other side of the loose cars meaning it was time to couple up as the loco driver was about to back up to collect the string of box cars they had been sorting out. Brad jumped between the two box cars and in the usual way straddled the centre steel coupling of the box car behind him as he lined up the coupling bar of the car in front of him. There was a whistle from the loco, three short blasts, and the box cars jolted forward. Brad had his back pressed against one car, he could feel the heat of the steel car through the thin white T shirt he was wearing, and his big brown boots, as always with very white short sox inside, were braced against the car in front. The couplings crashed together but did not lock. Brad pulled his mobile radio phone out of its clasp on his belt and called to the engine driver "Pull back a bit - there is something wrong - I'll have to have closer look". With a clanging of couplings between the 20 odd box cars that separated him from the loco the couplings separated a foot or so. Brad jumped down as the cars separated and squatted over the coupling bars as he tried to hold the coupling bar of the car in front of him in line so they would lock. He was straddling the coupling bar of the front car and he could feel the heat from the steel in his crotch and his dick stirred again as he thought of Dwayne and the fact that not only had he just given him a great blow job but he had then asked Brad if he wanted to go home afterwards and fuck him! It had turned out that Dwayne had had the hots for the tall muscular gangling black guy with the big dick and the low hanging balls for months!! Brad clenched the radio phone between his jaw and his shoulder as both hands were needed to hold the bent coupling in place and spoke to the driver again "Back up slow Steve - I don’t want to get my fingers caught" and with another whistle in response the loco moved slowly back and the box cars moved together. The couplings were lined up and they came together with a bang and a scream of pain and terror from Brad. It nearly deafened the loco driver through the radio phone and even Dwayne heard it from a couple of cars away. The square steel coupling ends of the box cars with their steel clasps came together with a crunching sound and it was at that second that Brad dropped the phone as he felt his balls - dangling for the last time out of the right leg of his cutoffs - were instantaneously crushed flat by the couplings. Squatting over the steel bar he had been watching out for his fingers as the cars came together but he had forgotten his low hanging balls dangling from the leg of his cutoffs! They were right between the two steel clasps and once these came together it was goodbye balls. Brad screamed in pain and terror as he realised what had happened. Dwayne came running up - Ed the driver was in the loco cab hundreds of yards away and was calling to Brad and Dwayne over the phone. Dwayne was there in a matter of seconds and could not see what Brad was making all the fuss about. He was still squatting over the couplings - he had no choice as he was trapped by his crushed balls. "My balls Dwayne, my balls are fucking caught in the couplings - get Ed to pull the fucking cars apart - fucking quick - the pain is killing me! I think my balls might be crushed a bit - they are so fucking painful - get Ed to hurry please, please" Dwayne was too shocked for a second or two to do anything but then he got himself together and phoned Ed "Ed - quick pull the train forward" he said "Brad's got his balls caught in the couplings". As he did so Dwayne realised to his astonishment that his own dick was getting stiff with the thought and sight of what had happened to Brad. Ed pulled the train forward as Dwayne tried to release the couplings between the two cars that had caught Brad's balls but they would not come free - the bent coupling that had lead to the problem would not budge. Brad was totally caught by his balls! Dwayne got on the phone to Ed and told him the problem. Brad by now was sobbing quietly - more from shock than from pain - and asked Ed to radio for a paramedic team which he did. Dwayne asked Brad if there was anything he could do for him - it was hard to see exactly what had happened as Brad was still in a squatting position with his arse on the couplings and his balls were in the coupling join - Dwayne tried to get Brad to move a bit but the pain of just trying to move a fraction of an inch brought a scream from Brad. Brad explained how it had happened - he was not very coherent as the pain of his crushed balls and the thought that they might be out of action for weeks was just too much. Brad got almost as much sexual enjoyment from his nuts as from his dick! The paramedics must have been close by as it was only a few minutes before the two guys in their bright green emergency outfits were on the scene. Dwayne having explained what happened and the fact that the only way to get the couplings apart was to use a crowbar right where Brad's balls were caught which would undoubtedly wreck them for ever the paramedics said they would have to get Brad's clothes off so they could get a closer look. One of the paramedics got as knife and sliced down both legs of Brad's cutoffs so they just came away and then they cut off his jockstrap as well. Dwayne helped (!) by pulling Brad's T-shirt off so that by the time Ed the driver and his assistant Brad was stark naked apart from his boots and sox. One of the para's (a sexy looking Italian guy with a mop of curly black hair and strong arms and hands) lifted up Brad's dick so that he could see beneath it and see just how his balls were trapped. Much to everyone's enjoyment his produced an instant hard on for Brad's big black cock. But the hardon didn't last for long. "Shit" said the para "they are squashed flat - the gap between these fucking couplings is only about a matchstick wide - I guess we will have to cut you free" "Whaddaya mean cut me free - if you try and cut these fucking steel couplings with an acetylene torch they will heat up and fry my balls!" "Sorry guy" said the para "its worse that that, we will have to cut YOU to get you out. We will have to cut your balls off to free you - but don’t worry - your balls are already totally wrecked - squashed flat as a tack - no way we could save them. You were just lucky your dick was not hanging down too." The other para went and got a needle and gave Brad a shot in the groin. Brad was now in a state of hysteria - he had known he had damaged his balls as soon as he felt the couplings jam them but he had no idea he was going to lose his balls altogether. Now the first para had appeared again with a scalpel and a staple gun. "Sorry guy" he said "We are just going to have to cut your sack and balls off, staple you together and then get you to the hospital where a Doc. can finish the job off properly" Brad just could not believe it. He was not in any physical pain any more - the shot the para had given him had fixed that but his mind - that was a different matter. He could not believe that in a few minutes he was going to be a gelding - a eunuch - dick but no balls. He was probably a eunuch already - the box car couplings had seen to that! The para did a pretty rough job Brad thought - but there again there was not much option. Brad's balls (what was left of them) and his sack were firmly caught in the distorted couplings. There was not much of the sack between the coupling and Brad's dick so the para just tied a very tight noose of nylon thread around the very top of Brad's sack and then with a scalpel sliced through the skin and tissue beneath the noose. Brad was almost in tears as this happened and looking at Dwayne, to Brad's amazement, Dwayne had an obvious hard on in his shorts and was trying to cover it up with one of his massive hands. The operation by the para allowed Brad to stand up and climb out - still stark naked except for boots and sox but no longer with a hard on - from between the cars. The para then made him stand still with his legs apart and, squatting down in front of Brad the para said "Lift your dick up so that I don’t staple that too". Brad lifted up his now very limp dick and the para put 3 staples in the remains of the neck of Brad's sack. Then they took him to the nearest hospital. Dwayne came too - which Brad thought was real kind of him - but he did notice that Brad not only still had a roaring hard on but that there was a wet patch in the front of his cutoffs which looked rather to Brad as if Dwayne had cum again!! At the hospital the young male doctor was about as interested as he would have been if he had been treating a broken finger. He examined Brad, gave him an anti tetanus shot, sewed up the remains of Brad's sack, told him to come back if anything started to go wrong and in any event to come back in two weeks for testosterone tests so that they could prescribe testosterone if he needed it. Then the doctor left Brad and Dwayne and told Brad he could go home. Dwayne drove Brad home - Brad was feeling pretty low and when they got home and Dwayne had got them each a cold beer - much to Brad's astonishment Dwayne stripped naked - he had a stunning bod and even in his present gloomy state Brad, who had never seen Dwayne naked before, felt slightly interested. Then Dwayne turned around, bent over with his legs spread and said "Please fuck me Brad" "How can I fuck you stupid dickhead - I have not got any balls" Brad spat at Dwayne. Brad was really depressed and pissed off - here he was just having got home from hospital where they had made sure he would never have any balls again and Dwayne (gorgeous hunk though he was) was wanting to be fucked. Brad had not yet gotten used to the fact that he was nutless (and always would be) and was still feeling really depressed and confused - although for some reason his dick was stirring around down there apparently looking or some action. "Let me show you" replied Dwayne and he stood up, came over to Brad and began to fondle his half empty crotch and to suck Brad's dick. Much to Brad's surprise, after a minute or two with Dwayne's magic mouth swallowing all his dick Brad felt the same old feeling and within a few minutes, hard as a rock and with his dick jerked out of Dwayne's mouth and roughly stuffed up his arse instead Brad came - and could feel - even though he could not see because his dick was right up Dwayne's arsehole a whole load shooting out of his rigid prick. Perhaps there would be life after (b)all(s)!! Wait for the next episode of Brad and his sex life - he finds BME and a whole new life being the centre of sexual attention from around the world - including job offers and others from places you may never have heard of.