Setting the Hook

Even with high tech tools in surgery, can a camel be made to fit 
through an eye of a needle?  If you hook him good enough maybe he 
can be reeled right through.  

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I was so excited that I had to masturbate twice in order to get my 
pants on.  I’d received another summons from her by mail.  It 
looked like a regular reminder notice for any doctor’s appointment—
only the card read 7 P.M. and by then her office would be closed 
and the surrounding business district would be deserted.   I just 
looked at the card, remembering how far things had gone at our last 
session.  Excited because I knew that with each “appointment” the 
scene had become more advanced, more dangerous . . . more painful.  
I couldn’t imagine how things could get any more adventurous.  As 
my second load splashed the little “appointment” card, I knew I’d 
have to zip it up and rush downtown in order to be on time.    
	We’d been meeting like this every few weeks for the entire 
six months since I was referred to her for a company pre-hire 
physical.  She saw the marks were I had been “playing” with myself 
and her questioning was relentless.  For some reason, I just opened 
up and told her everything about the rubber bands, the pins and the 
long thin bolts.  She reminded me of dangers of such play and 
encouraged me to let her assist me in my play.  She claimed to 
offer a much safer environment.  When I refused the offer, she made 
it clear that “No” was not an option.  Not only was my new job at 
stake, but she also threatened to put things in my medical records 
that would make me uninsurable with the health insurance companies, 
and would probably prevent me from landing any other job in my 
field.  I have to admit that now I’m glad she convinced me to go 
through with it.
	We had started off with some needles, and her procedures 
kept getting more invasive with each visit.  Last visit she had 
used some new type of catheter on me.  It was electronically 
controlled.  The device looked like a syringe with four buttons on 
the plunger.  She had used three of the buttons last time.  When 
the first button was pressed a thin, metallic wire would advance 
from the syringe.  
	She sat me up on the operating table, naked and legs 
spread.  I was bound and very immobile “for my own protection.”  I 
could see what she was doing through a mirror towards my feet, and 
to my side I could see the sonar image of my cock and balls on her 
ultrasound.  She placed the bottom of the electric catheter inside 
my pee hole and pushed the first button.  We could see the progress 
of the wire entering me through my urethra on the ultra sound.  By 
pushing the second and third buttons individually or in 
combinations she was able make the end of the wire jump to one side 
or another.  She could guide the wire deeper inside me in this 
manner, but mostly she made it jump just to see what kind of pain 
it would cause me.  
	In all my anticipation, the jerk off session and the drive 
into town, I was wondering if tonight I would be finding out what 
the purpose of the forth button could be?
	The session went exactly like the one before.  Only this 
time she wasn’t jumping from side to side too much.  She was just 
making the wire probe go deeper and deeper, much deeper that she 
had gone previously.  The pain was just as bad though.  Most of the 
time I couldn’t look.  When I did I couldn’t believe the picture I 
was seeing in the monitor.  She had managed to position the end of 
the catheter right up against my left testicle.  Would she stop 
there or would I learn the purpose of that forth button?  As much 
pain as I was in, I still wanted to know.  I asked her what was 
for.  She said that to find out I would have to experience my ball 
being pierced from the inside.  I gave her the go ahead.  But she 
just pushed down that first button again and the pain was 
excruciating, as my left nut was bore into.  When the progress 
stopped saw how the wire was lodged in my ball.  It hurt so much to 
breath.  
	And then she pressed the forth button.  I couldn’t see it 
on the monitor but I sure felt it.  She described it like 
this:  “The hook has now been set in your left testicle.  The end 
of the wire has splintered and formed snells inside your nut.”  She 
started to pull on the catheter.  I could see my testicle being 
pulled as well.  She pulled harder and just kept pulling.  Boy was 
the hook set.  She began to pull my nut right up my shaft.  The 
process was slow and painful, but finally she pull it right out my 
pee hole and used some sheers to sever the tangled blob from my 
body.
	Mercifully she then gave me some anesthetic and opened up 
my scrotum to stop the internal bleeding.  She did a great job 
patching me up.  And now I am about as fully recovered as I can get 
after such an ordeal. I am eagerly awaiting my next appointment 
reminder from her office.  Will next time be my last visit?  I 
wonder as I stroke my cock and push my lone nut around in my 
bag.