Banded--The Extraction Machine (Part 3)

Banded--The Extraction Machine, Part 3

He had somehow gotten through the last cycle, and his body was collapsing from the intensity of it. It seemed each session was worse than the one before and the pain was now so intense that he really couldn’t define it any more and didn’t even know if he could survive it again when it came. It was just way beyond that now...he was hurting so much from so many places he just wished he had died. Suddenly, he couldn’t hold it any longer, and he realized his bladder was empting itself one more time, the urine flowing out of his prick and running in two directions. Part of his stream just splashed up against the end of the tube and then flowed down it until it reached the base of his cock, where it then flowed out in a flood that ran around and over his balls. Luckily, a lot of it ended up doing that, but the downside was that the cesspool it formed on the barnyard floor had the room buzzing with flies. However, about half of the urine flowed through the clear hose that was attached at the end of the sheath that had encased his dick for the past two days and was sucked up by the machine. Oh how he hated pissing...the urine smell was so fucking intense, and even though he didn’t end up drinking all of it, still what didn’t spill out of that sleeve wrapped around his dick ended up going down his throat. The semen taste was bad enough, but that had stopped quite a while ago. But the urine...OH GOD when he pissed it was always pumped through the tube coming out of the machine and ended up being sprayed down his throat. He knew it was intentional, and he was certain that they had added it just to increase the misery of his punishment. It didn’t matter anymore. It just didn’t. There wasn’t anything he could do about it, the facts just were that if he pissed, and every time he pissed, he ended up drinking about a half of whatever came out. This time he was ready, and as he opened up his bladder, unable to contain the pressure any longer, he opened up his gullet almost automatically as once again he felt the stream entering his mouth. This time however, he swallowed fast and with intensity, and was able to keep most of it from coming back up and almost strangling him. He was getting better at it, that was all. And the wave of nausea that always followed wasn’t as serious this time, and instead he just found himself calmly swallowing the stream until his bladder had finally emptied itself. Underneath of him, the floor was again muddy with the remains of the other half of the piss. God it was just soooooo fucking gross. And the flies, ever thicker by the hour, loved to bite his ass that was jutting and bare like it was eager to host them. Looking at the clock in front of him, he suddenly realized that that was likely the last time he would have to do that and soon it would be over.

00:34:25---00:34:24---00:34:23

Wow...in his last hour! Just a final cycle to go.....all to happen in about 14 minutes, and then a final wait to the zero hour after that. Oh GOD. The flies were biting him again, working on that sensitive inner flesh around his ass and up next to the tube that encased his penis. They were probably still on his balls, but he had long since been unable to feel them there, and the flies had figured out that even when he struggled they had nothing to fear. Yes, he struggled against the bonds anyway, trying to shake at least some of them free...but the cables still held him tight, and his muscles were so tight and stiff from laying in this position that they hurt just to try and move them. But the pain in his joints and arms and legs and the flies was NOTHING compared to the two pains that seemed be cutting him in half, both generated from somewhere deep within him. He knew his sex was ruined....he could tell it and there wasn’t any doubt left at this point in time. He already knew there was nothing left to be saved. His balls, OH GOD...his balls....he KNEW they were dead by now, but why did they still fucking hurt so much? WHY? The pain had changed, first it was within the balls themselves. He had felt them on that first day, as they were slowly cinched closed more and more with each ejaculation sequence. OH GOD....oh how they had been sooooooooo sensitive then. Later, they had started to hurt....and then REALLY HURT. It just felt like someone was kicking them...only the KICK never really stopped. OH GOD they had hurt. Then, the pain had changed...later turning into a burn. Oh yeah, he had felt them burning....begging for blood, literally screaming out in their attempts to send the pain to his brain, telling him, willing him to DO SOMETHING to SAVE THEM. He had struggled for two days, but the pain in his nuts had never let him free, and instead it had tormented him to the core. He had hoped for some miracle, that someone would find him, that perhaps somehow he would get loose or the machine would malfunction. But tighter and tighter and tighter the noose around his nuts had been drawn, and with each fucking click.....click.....click of the machine the pain had intensified. It was a deep pain, primal pain, and knowing what was happening, knowing he was being slowly and methodically castrated made it the most intense pain he had ever felt in his life. He had not been rescued...and in fact, really nobody even knew he was in trouble. As he glanced at the clock...oh GOD...one more cycle.....just ten minutes away now and at least he would be able to get free! But why the pain in his nuts now? They were dead...DEAD. Yet the ache still cut him to the core. It went deep, and it hurt as much or not more than the burning he had felt in his balls yesterday. The burn was long gone now, and yet when he jerked his body, when he jerked hard enough to move his ball sack, he could feel the pain still shoot from the point where they remained attached to his body, and that spot...oh on THAT spot things were still on FIRE!

00:30:00---00:29:59---00:29:58

There was the other pain as well....also deep, almost within his bowels. At first it had been a source of pleasure, and with each cycle the machine had milked his manhood with an intensity that would have shamed a woman. Oh how it gripped his dick, worked his dick, pumped his dick. God it had felt good at first---and what an idiot he had been to enjoy it! Each time, at first after he had started to ejaculate on his own, but later, before he had reached that point, that damn electrical pulsation had burned its way up through his asshole and fired its charges down his pulsating dick....literally burning its way right through the middle of his prostate gland in the process. The current milked him like a bull....and he had shot more semen out of his dick in the last two days than he had ever shot in his life. Or so it seemed. Sure, for awhile anyway, it had been a mixture of pleasure and pain, the pain slowly crowding out the pleasure until it just wasn’t there anymore. But eventually, perhaps sometime around midnight on that first night, the pleasure had just disappeared totally, and had been instead replaced with just the pain, and as the current split him in two, his dick twitching in spasms under the electrical current, he had started to scream with the pain and after that the pleasure had just never come back. He didn’t know when he had lost his ability to ejaculate, but sometime during the process and sometime during one of the sessions, he realized that it just wasn’t something he could do any longer. Sure, he could still feel the electrical current, like a bolt of lightening, still firing its charges through him. His hips still bucked without control, his ass still rippled and jerked and thrusted under the onslaught of the electrical stimulation. But nothing else. No ejaculation....no emission, no pleasure. GONE. The nerves had been fried under the burning of the anal probe, the prostate turned into a knob of scar tissue like a grape can be dried up into a raison. He didn’t know when it had happened exactly, but he knew now that it had, and his dick had never erected again after it had taken place. Oh and the pain in his groin....deep, primal, unending. Greater than any pain on earth. Hell....hell on earth it was, and OH GOD....it was almost here again!

00:21:55---00:21:54---00:21:53

Oh no....less than a minute now....he had to get loose...NO...NO....not again....not now....please...no.....no MORE...the seconds now ticking down and then...OH GOD...that huming as the clock hit 00:20:00...”AHHHHHH OH OAAAAAAAHHHHH” he screamed through his gag!

The machine was attacking his dick again...thrusting the sheath that covered it back and forth and also larger and smaller, squeezing it, trying to instill a reaction. But his penis was no longer capable of responding, the nerve endings long since burned away, and so he just lay there....feeling it...raw and red and sore---feeling only pain and not feeling any pleasure at all. Then, with a snap, the electrical current again began to pulsate through his ass, burning it once again right through his burned out prostate, and again that pain....searing into his brain. His hips bucked and humped from the charges that were pulsing through his ass, but although he pulled and struggled there wasn’t anything he could do but just ride the torture out. As he lay there spread eagled, feeling the electricity penetrate his body and running through him like a wave, he had no choice but to lay there with his legs spread wide feeling the onslaught through is ass. And as the electrical charges ripped through his insides they once again forced his muscles to contract spasmodically, his ass jerking and humping like he was a man fucking as if his life depended on it. Yet, it was a fucking with no purpose, and one without any hope for that peak of pleasure. No, nothing else....no ejaculation.....no nerves.....zero pleasure. Nothing moved up the tube from the end of his dick, and nothing was pumped into his mouth. Yes, that part of his life was clearly gone forever. He closed his eyes and screamed, a long piercing primal scream that even through the gag was fearsome and agonizing. Then, finally, it stopped...the humming stopped as well, and only the telltale smell of burning flesh hung in the air. Since he did not ejaculate, there was no clicking noise this time, but it didn’t matter. The machine had long since tightened the band around his balls to its minimum diameter, and any further tightening that might have taken place now would have been nothing but a pointless gesture. Still, as he jerked his body and his enlarged and dead balls wiggled with the movement, he could feel his blackened nut sack at that point, the killer spot, where balls met body and OH GOD that still hurt, and hurt a LOT. Suddenly he realized he was actually looking forward to losing them....GOD, he actually WANTED to lose his balls! But it was true—they hurt just too fucking much and they were useless now anyway.

00:12:00---00:11:59

Ah, it was over....almost over. He watched the clock....the last few minutes until the machine would take his balls and then release him. He could hardly wait....the ache in his groin hurting so bad that all he could do was concentrate on getting free. Less than 12 minutes left, and then...FINALLY, he could get out of the fucking machine. Then, suddenly, shockingly, as the clock read exactly 00:10:00 that voice, HER voice, the lady in leather with the tits in his face....OH GOD he heard HER voice, and it filled the room as it was broadcast to him from speakers that he could not see. What the fuck?

“Hello Michael. Ah....just 10 minutes left, and you will be a free man...well, not exactly a man anymore. (laughter). But ah, you deserved this, so perhaps that’s OK then. A gelded man....castrated man....or should we just call it like it is...a eunuch? We in the organization wanted you to know that you have been quite the entertainment, having been on a live internet webcam feed since your punishment began. We do appreciate your help, right now we have an audience on line of.....let me see, its showing right now, as you approach your grand finale---well, you have 8473 people currently on line and watching you lose those big balls of yours. How does THAT make you feel Michael? Oh, we love the way you would grunt in your gag when you would ejaculate. So hot you know. And that expression on your face when you were swallowing your juices....now that was really special! I loved that look of yours, the wide eyes of despair as you swallowed yourself. You were great! I’m sure many of our viewers that paid to watch you captured plenty of images from your struggles. You were such a good sport too. You would grunt away, and oh could you shoot a wad too. Did you know that all told you ejaculated more than 7 cc’s of semen in a 48 hour timeframe. Amazing performance. Absolutely. Of course, you haven’t been shooting ANY fluids, well, any SEXUAL fluids now in many hours, and well, you never will again either I’m....., I’m H-A-P-P-Y to tell you. (laughter) No more....not ever. Oh, we also really appreciated your urine shows....they were especially fun for us watching. And that was one fluid you seemed to have no trouble producing. Speaking of piss, that was quite a show a few minutes ago...I’ve seen a lot of guys get punished you know, but I”ve never seen one learn to drink their piss quite as fast and quite as well as you. Your quite the man there...real talent in that area. (laughter) Oh, and your balls were fun to watch too....oh how they got sooooooooooo red at first.....almost like the color of fresh plump tomatoes. Yep...just like plump little tomatoes. And every cycle it was sooooooo much fun to watch that little green elastic being ratcheted up tighter and tighter. We had a wonderful view too...there’s a webcam pointed right at your balls, or at least, what’s left of them. (more laughter) Oh yeah....we loved watching them most of all I think. Yep, just like tomatoes...so bright red at first....and then, slowly, that red turned deeper and a little darker, and then, well, even a little darker still. I think you’ll be pleased to know that they are now pretty much black....definitely not a pretty sight to look at. Yes, definitely time to get them off you. That we still must do...get those black tomatoes off of you. That should be fun to watch. (laughter) Well, I’ve gotta be going....so much to do to clean up things you know. Have fun Michael, and enjoy your life as a eunuch. Thanks to you, the organization brought in more than 2.5 million dollars in the last two days alone. Yes, like we said, you were quite the show!

Michael struggled, his face going beet-red with the realization that more than 8000 people were watching him at this very moment. God! His heart was beating like it had never beat, his eyes suddenly seeing the tiny webcam directly in front of him and for the first time suddenly recognizing it for what it was. So, that’s what the fucking lights were for! Damn....he struggled.....but the tears just started down his face and he couldn’t have stopped them if he had tried. He glanced at the clock, and as he did he saw the time run out.....the clock slip to zero. He felt it then, an excruciating pain and it was coming from his dead nutsack. He screamed into the gag, and he felt the thick 1/8” wire being squeezed around his nuts, and literally through them as well. As it pulled and burned its way through the dead testicles, the living tissue around the sack, inflamed and super sensitive, sent waves of pain to his brain, and a deep ache, a primal ache, slowly grew from that spot and began to crawl up and consume his entire body. As it did so, he heard, more than felt, his scrotal sac, containing what only two days before had held his most prized possessions and the source of all of his pleasure, drop to the barnyard floor below with a “SPLAT.” He grunted as it did so, the tears flowing with the realization that thousands of people around the world had watched as his ball sack dropped away. Then, with a large almost “bang” sound, the top of the cable box popped open at the same time the neck restraint retracted, and the tension on all of his restraints suddenly melted away in that instant as the cables no longer held him. He crumpled over the bar in front of him, and then slowly, very slowly, began to extract himself from the cage and the machine. He jerked the gag out of his mouth first, and tried to swallow, the muscles in his jaw aching from being held open so long. He grabbed the IV line from the now empty bottle, and pulled it out, then turned around and tried to stand. As he glanced down, he saw them, laying in a muddy pool of his stale urine, the flies already moving to the feast. There they were, HIS BALLS, black and large, swollen grossly and looking something like a small pair of rotting plums. He looked down then, down THERE, at himself, and saw below his shriveled cock a small little bud of purple flesh and that green rubber ring above it....OH GOD---they WERE really gone! He started to vomit, the urge so overwhelming that he simply couldn’t stop it, and leaning over he blew his stomach contents out of his body and in a violent spasm he covered his balls with his slop. As he was doing so, the organization terminated the video feed and the thousands of computer screens around the world suddenly went black. The entire website went down 10 seconds later, and the computer, set up in a back corner of the barn, that had hosted it suddenly began to erase and reformat its own hard drive. When it finished doing that, it would run a disk defragmentation program, and then it would reformat its hard drive a second time. Thirty seconds after that it would self-erase its Windows Operating System followed by the BIOS files. After that, it would shut down, an empty, useless hulk.

As the screen went black, Kristy McFleeters burst out laughing. Oh it was going to be a beautiful day, the sky turning crimson and orange as the sun was trying to rise in the east. She smiled, and glancing at the two empty wine bottles, she stood up slowly, a long smile painted across her face. With two mouse clicks she destroyed the email she had received two days ago, and then headed to the bathroom for an early morning shower. She noticed she was skipping.....and she hadn’t done that since she was a little girl. It made her giggle, and she felt so ALIVE. It was the dawn of a new day, but more than that, it was the dawn of a new beginning and oh how wonderful it was going to be......