Looking for Oysters

A car slowed down, and stopped, and I walked up to the driver's side. "Headin' to town," I asked. "Hop in the back," the driver said.

So I did. There were two guys in the front, and as I sat in the back, I noticed the driver locked the doors. It didn't bother me, since it was only about a half hour ride.

The other guy turned and smiled, and said, "How ya doin! We're just out drivin' around lookin' for some oysters."

I settled back and relaxed as we drove on. "Funny way to put it," I thought to myself. "There isn't any restaurant along the road between here and town."

I leaned forward and said, "You won't find any place along this road that serves oysters." The guys both started to laugh, and said, "we already have the oysters. We just want to find a place to get them out and eat them."

With that, they turned off the main highway and started up a narrow rough road. "Hey, this isn't the way to town. What are you doing?"

"You'll find out soon enough, friend." And the car bounced on the bumps of the road. I tried the doors but they were locked. I began to get really scared.

Soon, the car pulled off to the side of the road, and stopped. There was a picnic table there. Both guys got out of the front of the car, and unlocked one back door. I tried to push past them, but before I knew what had happened, they were on top of me, and I was lying flat on the ground, struggling but unable to move.

They grabbed me and pulled me over to the picnic table. "Now, we're gonna get us some oysters!" Suddenly I knew what they meant by oysters. It was my nuts they were talking about.

I'd heard the stories from the wild west about "Rocky Mountain Oysters" which are the testicles of young bulls when they're castrated to become steers, and the cowboys delight in cooking and eating them.

No matter how I struggled, I couldn't break away. They spread-eagled me on the top of the picnic table and tied my arms at one end and my legs at the other end. I was helpless.

They opened my belt and ripped my pants down past my knees, as I writhed in fear.

I was screaming out hoping someone would hear me, but the woods were quiet, and in the moonlight, I could see that they'd brought a big pair of shears over to where I was tied down. One of them grabbed my cock and pulled it up out of the way while with his other hand, be covered my mouth.

The other guy put his hand around my nut sack and pulled the nuts down as far as he could. Then, the horrible pain came as he began snipping his way across the skin, the tissue and everything. I must have passed out, because the next thing I remember was hearing the car tearing away.

The pain was excruciating. I struggled and finally got one hand free and before freeing my other hand, or my legs, I reached down and under my cock, there was nothing there. It seemed to take a long time for me to get the other hand and my legs loose and then I held one hand under my cock to try to stop the flow of blood. But it seemed to have clotted. The pain was intense, but otherwise, I seemed OK.

What to do? I walked back toward the main highway and fortunately a trucker stopped and took me to hospital.

It was a horrible way to get introduced to the world of "no nuts". Since it was too late to do anything about this big change in me, I decided not to make an issue of it, and didn't report to the police or anyone. I healed quickly and had no complications.

Since I live alone, I decided it was nobody's business, and after a week or so, I realized that I was a lot less restless and began to enjoy my new life. "Nutless is Nice"

Actually, those two "oyster lovers" did me a favor. Life is a lot more fun now. I guess I was meant to be this way.

It was a terrifying experience. But, the outcome was just fine.