The Case of the Over-Packed Speedo's

Two hunky beach boys in over-packed Speedo's become boys for life.  

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The Case of the Over-Packed Speedos’
The summer of the year two thousand was a long and particularly hot 
one in the land down-under.  My mate Shaun and I spent a lot of 
time on the beach, especially in the afternoons come evenings.  The 
flat the two of us shared was just across the road, which took ages 
to cool down after a hot day.  The beach is one of those with lots 
of trees and mown grass with lots of nooks and crannies amongst the 
granite boulders set in the sand that allowed you to enjoy some 
secluded interment moments.
Both of us are around five feet seven inches tall, slim, and with 
smooth swimmers type bodies.  We are both nineteen-year-olds and 
more than over pack our fluorescent coloured Speedo’s which was out 
trademark as it were.  Our Speedo fronts entered a room long before 
we did announcing our arrival.
Shaun had a superb seven-inch fat slug of a cock when slack with 
good-sized balls.  Whilst my dick was a good five and a half inch 
flaccid member but made up for it with huge bull sized hairless 
floppy balls.  My balls always made my cock head to poke out of the 
front of my Speedo’s like I had a huge spear down there.
As usual we were in our favourite spot on the beach and had been in 
and out of the water many times.  Whilst we had been watching the 
talent walk past in front of us we had become aware of two guys 
checking us out as they came past us at least a dozen times in a 
short period of time.  As we watched the sun set our two admirers 
drooled as they eyed us off as the came passed several more times.  
They certainly didn’t hide the fact that they were gawking at us 
each time they went by.
This went on for several days; they simply walked passed many times 
each day.  They never spoke or gave any physical acknowledgment of 
our presents but it was more than obvious they were intently 
interested in us.  They followed us as we left the beach one 
evening.  We went up to the local café for a coffee and a bite to 
eat.  They left whilst we were taking our time talking to a few 
other friends who joined us even though the lot of us were only 
dressed in our over packed Speedos’. 
Our two admirers weren't anywhere to be seen as we left the café.  
We wondered if they we stalking us or if they were going to follow 
and us back to the flat or even jump us on the way but nothing 
happened.  The next day they were back on the beach eyeing us off 
again as they passed us numerous times.  When we made a move to 
talk to the two them they took off, so we didn't pursue them any 
further. 
Later that evening after the sun had almost gone down I was laying 
between Shaun's legs on my stomach sucking his cock when the two of 
them walked by again.  The only thing they said as they slowly 
walked by was "go boy, go!"  I didn't stop because Shaun was close 
to coming.  By the time Shaun blew his load down my throat the two 
guys had disappeared along the beach.
It was the next night before we saw them again but they just kept 
going.  It had been a really hot day and the evening wasn't much 
better so we were still down on the beach after most people had 
packed up and gone home.  Shaun and I were sitting on some rocks 
when suddenly someone snuck up behind us and threw a bag over each 
of us.  We had little chance to react let alone get away. 
Ropes were used to tie us in the bags and to gag us through the 
bag.   The two of us were carted off and thrown into the back of a 
van, which then quickly drove away.  We had no idea where we really 
were, or where we were going.  The drive seemed to go on forever as 
we got bounced all over the back of the van.
The van came to a halt and the motor was turned off.  The back 
doors were opened I felt a jab in my rump and then began to feel 
relaxed and rather light-headed.  It wasn't long before I was 
pulled out of the vehicle and carried somewhere before being tossed 
onto some sort of straw from what I could smell.  I felt something 
land besides me and could only assume it was Shaun.  
I hadn't heard a voice or anyone speak since we had been originally 
seized.  I felt someone start to untie the bottom of the bag that I 
was locked in.  As the bag was opened my hands were grabbed and I 
was pulled over and tied to a structure of some sort.  My legs were 
pushed apart and they were fastened spread apart also. It was then 
the gag was released and the bag taken completely off and a ball 
gag shoved in my mouth.
Several minutes passed before my eyes adjusted to the light and I 
could see properly.  By that time Shaun and I had been left alone 
in what looked like a barn, secured to two frames spread eagle and 
facing each other.  Both our Speedos' were cut from out bodies and 
lay on the floor under us. Our cocks and balls hung vulnerably 
between our legs and our bubble butts were poised helplessly 
positioned for the taking in whatever way they wanted to use us 
for.  We acknowledged each other but could only communicate through 
facial expressions.  We both knew we were in deep shit of some sort 
and that there was no way we could control what was about to happen 
to us
An hour or so went by which seemed like and eternity when we 
suddenly heard a door in the barn open and a group of people coming 
in.  To our surprise two of the guys that came in were the two who 
had been checking us out on the beach for days.  The group of six 
guys in there mid twenties came over and checked our blocks and 
tackle.  They were all impressed with the size of my balls and 
Shaun's cock.
We didn't have to wait long to find out what they wanted to do with 
us.  Another two guys came in and they had on hospital gowns like 
those you see the surgeons wear on television.   Their faces and 
hair covered also and one of them carried a bag of gear with him.  
The two of us were inspected again by one of them whilst the other 
got out the instruments he had in the bag.
Both of us received a couple of shoots in around our ball bags and 
the bases of our cocks.  The two had been walking along the beach 
addressed us and said well girls you will not have any use for 
these as they slapped our balls.  As they stood back the two in 
hospital gowns came over and removed our scrotum's leaving our 
balls dangling on their cords swinging between our legs like some 
sort of eccentric adornment.
Our balls were wound up on their cords and then let go.  They spun 
back like crazy hitting each other as they whirled around as they 
unwound.  They guys were hysterical as they watched our balls 
wobbled all over the place.  Some time was spent slapping our nuts 
around and they were hit with many different objects to see how far 
they could get them to swing between our legs.
The guys left us for some time again which seemed to pass so slowly 
as we hung tied to the frames.  Two large diameter wooden posts 
were brought in and placed in front of us close to our sackless 
nuts dangling in fresh air.  I could only wonder what they were 
going to do to us now.
Weights were then hung off our balls to stretch them even further 
from our bodies.  The weights and our balls slapped the sides of 
the posts as we tried to move.  Not that we could move all that 
much the way we were bound to the frames.  They wanted our balls 
with the longest amount of cord on them that they could extract 
from us. 
Nails were brought in and our cocks stretched out over the posts.  
Without warning one of the nails was driven in through the head of 
our cocks drawing them out in front of us. A second frame was 
placed over the posts and lined up over our dicks.  What looked 
like a blade was heated up with blowtorches.  Once they were 
satisfied a rope attached to the top of the blade was readied.
The gags in our mouths were removed and we were forced to grip one 
end of the rope with our teeth.  The blades were unclipped from 
there safety mechanisms and held only by the rope in our mouths.  
In my mouth I had the rope from Shaun's blade and he mine.  They 
told us if we let go we would cut our mates dick-head off and the 
one who let go first would be punished even further.
With that the guys seemed to disappear but I saw some of them 
coming up behind Shaun carrying something that looked hot.  They 
stood behind him lining the thing they were carrying up with his 
butt.  I didn't realise the same was happening behind me.  The 
weight on the rope was taking its toll on our teeth and it was 
getting harder all the time to keep a grip on it.
Suddenly my right-hand-side butt cheek felt like it was on fire as 
something came into contact with it.  Without warning Shaun let out 
a scream and my shaft was severed from the proud head that once sat 
on top of it.  I shook as I saw my shaft shrink back from the blade 
and it was bizarre seeing my huge mushroom cock-head lying by 
itself on the block.  It was like it never belonged to me in the 
first place now that it was detached from me and sat there like 
some strange bluish solitary object.
My butt was still on fire but then the pain changed as they began 
pissing on the branding on my ass and rubbing something into the 
fresh wound.  It was then that I too let go of the rope in my 
mouth.  The blade was swift as it cut through the head of Shaun's 
large cock that I used to love to suck so much.
The blade on Shaun's post was raised and the frame adjusted.  
Another nail was driven through the shaft of his cock after it had 
pulled taught out in front of him again.  The blade was set free 
and cut more of Shaun's shaft off leaving him with only two to 
three inched of his once proud eight-inch soft cock left.  The 
posts were removed so they could do more work on us.  Our balls 
were kicked a few times with the weights still attached to them.  I 
had never felt pain like this before but some how it was 
pleasurable in a peculiar sort of way.
When they had finished torturing our nuts we were both jacked off.  
As we cum the two guys in the hospital gowns began suturing the 
cords connecting our testicles to our bodies.  The sutures were 
placed as close to our cocks as possible.  Then with a pair of 
scissors a cord was cut close to each of the stitches and a nut 
from each of us hit the floor below with a thud.  The guys watching 
cheered and called us one-ballers but they hadn't finished with us 
yet.     
Shaun and I had no time to comprehend things when our last 
remaining ball joined its brother on the floor to the shouts 
of "eunuch faggot's."   Our deed balls were picked from the floor 
by their cords and we were smacked around the face with them and 
then with each other's.  Shaun had tears running down his face as 
he found it so hard to be the submissive or bottom in any situation 
and here he had no option.
Hanging in our bonds we both felt totally drained and weak but our 
ordeal was not yet over.  They decided that they would finish Shaun 
first by cutting his thick cock stump again so it was just sticking 
out of his body by an inch.  They said to him there wouldn't be 
much left hanging out when that bit shrivels as your body depletes 
itself of testosterone.  
The gapping hole at the base of his cock was trimmed and sewn 
together up the centre so it looked like he neve had balls at all.  
Shaun would be left with a fine scare line right in the centre of 
his crotch once his shaft withered some in time.  He was bandaged 
and now it was my turn.  I could only wonder what they were going 
to do with the remaining four and a bit inches of my shaft.
All the guys gathered around with Shaun looking on as best that he 
could from the frame they left him bound to.  I was somewhat 
surprised when the gowned guys began working where my bull balls 
once hung from.  I couldn't feel much apart from a bit of tugging 
and probing.  All the while my headless shaft was bobbing all over 
the place as they worked away down there.
I felt something but I am not sure what I felt down close to my boy 
love chute.  The strange sensation did last long.  The focus then 
moved to the end of my now square cut cock end.  Something was 
shoved down the now deformed eye of my shaft and several stitches 
were put in and then after some trimming lose skin was finally sown 
together with fine suturing to ensure the end of the shaft would be 
square and no pee hole.
Just as they were about to close the skin over where my balls used 
to be I noticed that the remains of my shaft started to stick out 
as if it was stiffening.  I was amazed that after all the butchery 
done to it that it would still respond that way seeing that it 
still had no feeling in it at this point.  Even more amazing is 
that my cock remained semi hard after the two-gowned guys had 
finished working on me.
Both Shaun and were given a little to drink and it wasn't long 
before our lights went out.  When we woke we were on a couple of 
foam mattresses on the floor of a small room which was locked.  
Shaun commented that he had been awake for some time and that the 
remains of my once proud cock was still semi erect.  I don't know 
how long we had been asleep but our wounds were well on the way to 
being healed even though we were still a bit sore and tender.
We both lay there talking about what had happened to us over a 
couple of hours.  Shaun told me that I had a second hole close to 
my anus and that I had a fine scar line running from the new hole 
up the centre of my crotch to the centre line on my dick.  He told 
me that the end of my shaft was blind and completely square and 
covered over.  
He went on to say that I had a large capital "B" branded into my 
butt and that it was dark red and really raised up yet it wasn't 
all that painful now.  Shaun came closer and I could see that his 
crotch was nearly smooth apart from a thick stub that looked like 
it had shrunk even more.  The end of the stub it sort of square but 
lumpy but he still had a hole in it from which to piss from.  He to 
had a large capital "B" branded onto his ass that was dark red and 
raised as well.
The two of us must have fallen asleep again because we were woken 
by our captors and taken into another room whilst we were somewhat 
disorientated.  It was hard to move and a little more discomfort 
was felt as we were forced to walk.  The other guys were there from 
the night that we were taken captive.
Placed on two tables the gowned guys came in and began removing all 
the exposed sutures we had.  They said the internal ones would 
dissolve.  A cream was place on our wounds including the brandings 
and the two guys in the gowns left again.  Warm water was thrown 
over us and we were returned to another small room that was like a 
sheltered area but where the sun shone in but we couldn't get out.
The sun felt good on our bodies as we relaxed and talked with each 
other about what we had been through.  It was evident by now that 
the square cut remains of my cock was going to stick straight out 
from my body at all times.  I needed to sit to take a leak where 
Shaun would have to just about have to lay across the toilet seat 
or piss all over his mid-section.
As evening arrived the two of us were brought out and fucked 
mercilessly by all that were around the property.  This included 
the two guys who checked us out on the beach.  After several days 
of being constantly reamed out and having my new pee hole stretched 
so that you could get a finger comfortably up my urethra we were 
released.   
We were both dumped down at the beach totally naked.  We tried to 
make our way back towards our home without being caught naked in 
public, as there were still people on the beach.   It didn't take 
our mates long to find us on the beach as they had been our looking 
for us for the last couple of weeks.  
It was obvious we had been modified and we had to tell them the 
whole story.  Our mates now live with us and both Shaun and I get 
laid every night.  My shaft still pocks out in front.  Shauns cock 
is now only a bump of about a quarter of an inch in the skin of his 
crotch.  Both of us have very little to no body hair and have 
maintained our youthful appearance and enjoy our new lives.  We 
work out every day to maintain our fit muscular bodies.
Whilst my Speedo's aren’t packed as much as they used to be with no 
balls to fill them out any more.  However my Speedo's still tent 
out in front because of my square cut cock stump that at least 
still keeps them pushed out in front even though it is obvious 
there is nothing under it in the way of balls.
We all just about live in our Speedo's these days.  Our mates 
particularly enjoy parading us up and down the beach in our light 
bright coloured Speedo's.  It's interesting looking at the people's 
reactions as our Speedo's hid nothing.  You can see some of the 
guys grab their packed Speedo's like they are afraid their cocks 
and balls are going to mysteriously going to fall off and leave 
them empty like ours.  Some even follow trying to get a second 
looks at us.
Our once over packed Speedo's now hang loss with tonnes of room in 
them where once it was a job to get everything into them so it 
didn't pop out.  So to all with over packed Speedo's be aware of 
the "Speedo Patrol" or "who's" cheeking that gorgeous basket of 
yours out.  Or you too could become part of the statistics in 
the "Case of the over-packed Speedo's."
Enjoy.