VISIT TO THE VET
Bud awoke from his drugged sleep to bright lights, white walls, and the
distinctive smell of disinfectants. His head ached slightly, the result, he
thought of whatever it was that had put him to sleep. His last clear
memories were of having a drink with his master.
As his head cleared some more, Bud grew fully aware of his awkward position.
He was lying on a flat surface on his back. He found that his hands were
bound underneath him. Straps crossed his clothed body, securely holding him
to a table.
Bud turned his head to the right in time to see a green-gowned , masked man
enter the small, white room. His mental processes were still slow enough to
keep him from making any meaningful verbal sounds before the gowned man
thrust a gag into his open mouth. Broad tape then held shut Bud's mouth as
he struggled in vain against the bonds and straps. His eyes met those of the
masked man.
Cool, steady brown eyes looked back at him, giving Bud no indication of any
emotion. The masked man now reached to a nearby table and returned to Bud's
side. Without remarks, he began to cut off Bud's clothing. The shirt went
first. Bud's belt was removed, along with his boots and socks.
His jeans were sliced up the sides and vigorously pulled down between his
legs. Bud now lay nude on the table. He felt the gentle, cool breath of air
conditioning blow the short hairs of his legs.
Buds captor then attached 2 padded leather restraints around Bud's legs, just
above the knees. He attached a length of chain to metal clips in the D-rings
on the restraints. The other end of the chain hung from an overhead pulley
beyond the head of the table. Standing beside Bud's right side, the masked
man removed the straps that held Bud's legs to the table. Before Bud could
struggle too much to gain freedom, his legs were hoisted up until his knees
were right above his head.
Locking the chain in place, the gowned man then slipped a leather belt around
Bud's neck. He tightened the belt until Bud's head was hoisted between his
knees. Bud felt like a trussed turkey, doubled up and bound. He had a clear
view of his genitals in this hog-tied position. His ass cleavage felt the
cooling waft of air from the ceiling vent. His eyes widened as he watched
the masked man apply shaving cream to his genitals, ass, and the area of his
thighs nearest to his penis.
The gowned man proceeded to shave every hair off of Bud's penis, scrotum, and
ass. A few inches of thigh were also denuded. He then took a warm, wet
cloth and wiped off the remaining shaving cream. His fingers traveled along
the warm soft skin, seeking any fugitive hairs. He paused with his hand on
the penis and stroked it slowly into hardness. His other hand cupped the
limp scrotum and bounced the testicles in their soft covering. His stroking
hand brought clear drops of fluid to the tip of Bud's uncut cock. The two
men watched as the fluid formed a thin bridge to Bud's stomach and began to
pool.
Bud's eyes sought the face of the gowned man. His eyes again met the
emotionless brown ones. Eyebrows raised in silent question. The gowned man
released Bud's genitals and turned away.
The man picked up a hypodermic syringe from his work table. Standing beside
Bud, he wiped an area of the right buttock and injected Bud. Warmth spread
slowly from that site, bringing a slightly giddy feeling to Bud's head. The
surgeon then picked up a foam rubber -filled mask and fastened it over Bud's
nose.
The rubber head-band slid behind Bud's head. A bottle of poppers was screwed
into a valve on the top of the mask, but Bud could smell nothing peculiar.
The surgeon tapped the bottle down into the valve once. This brought the
sharp odor of amyl to Bud's nose, and he tried to hold his breath. Bud
struggled against the need for air until he could hold out no longer. His
deep breath caused an audible whistle through the mask. He couldn't see the
smile this brought to the face behind the surgical mask.
The gowned man picked up a length of rawhide and formed a small noose. He
handled Bud's balls and then dropped the noose around the scrotum. The balls
were carefully positioned inside the noose as it was tightened.
They were worked into a tight confinement by the noose until their skin
covering was shiny and smooth. The free end of the rawhide tether was then
fastened to an overhead pulley that held another cord with a small weight
attached to it. Letting go of the tied ball sac, the gowned man saw the
balls hang in the air about level with Bud's throbbing erection.
Bud's scrotum formed a pyramid shape, reddening from the attachment at the
base of his penis to the narrow restriction at his tethered testicles.
Bud watched the surgeon place his hand on the popper bottle once more to
release another barrage of amyl. His hands then picked up another length of
rawhide and returned to his captive's scrotum. The amyl reduced the sudden
pain of the tightening noose as the surgeon grunted with the effort of tying
a rawhide tourniquet around the scrotum next to the erected penis. Bud's
scrotum now formed a thick cylinder, tied both at the balls and next to the
base of the penis.
The slight pain remaining was soon forgotten, and Bud forgot about the
rawhide. He saw the surgeon don rubber gloves and unwrap a towel holding
some sterile instruments. The surgeon used a small brush to apply some
liquid to the scrotum between the two rawhide bonds. His gentle fingers
massaged the taut skin slowly, spreading the liquid. After a few seconds,
his hands traveled to the towel and returned with surgical scissors.
Bud could not see the scissors as they were placed below his view. He felt
no pain, but he could tell from the mechanical feelings alone, when the
surgeon began to cut through the skin just above the lower rawhide noose. He
studied the intent eyes and watched the hands at work as the scissors
continued their work. He saw the cutting tips come into view now, around the
right side of the scrotum. A gap gradually opened in the skin as the
scissors continued to the point nearest the throbbing penis. Bud was
fascinated, somehow intensely aroused. His cock drooled a widening pool of
fluid onto his stomach and twitched again and again.
The surgeon paused to tap the poppers once more before returning to his
cutting. This time he worked from the initial incision around the left side
until the sac containing Bud's balls had been severed completely. The lower
terminus hung loosely around the inner cords. Bud could see the sperm ducts
and blood vessels clearly between the two sides of the cut skin. The small
weight that had held the balls in the air now pulled the severed scrotum
higher, restrained now only by the cords attached inside to the testicles
themselves.
Bud could not force his eyes away from his cooling scrotum. The cords inside
had not received any anesthetic, and he could feel the ache caused by the
pull on the vessels. A gloved finger came into view. It flicked the
tethered balls once, causing them to swing from side to side, dragging a
grunt of pain from Bud. His cock jerked and his anus sucked in. His feet
bounced in the air as his legs jerked involuntarily.
The gentle hands now untied the tethering rawhide from around the balls.
Releasing the rawhide, the surgeon allowed the weight to drop with a thud to
the floor. He held the shrouded testicles in his right hand and gently
stroked Bud's penis with the other. He squeezed the trapped balls until he
heard Bud's grunt of pain. He tapped the bottle of poppers and again
squeezed. Bud did his best to scream, thrashing about in his bondage. After
a few moments, his head cleared. He saw the cool brown eyes regarding his
own.
Bud felt his balls fall into the cleavage of his anus as the surgeon held the
now empty scrotum and released the testicles from their covering. Bud saw
the empty sac as the surgeon held it by the middle. It oozed a little blood
around the edge as it swung limp and empty.
Bud watched the surgeon as he walked to a set of wall cabinets beyond the
foot of the operating table. The surgeon worked a lock and then swung open a
set of doors. Bud could not suppress a gasp of surprise as the display was
revealed. Two rows of mounted trophies decorated the back wall of the
cabinets and the insides of the doors. On round wooden plaques were fastened
mounted scrotums. Next to each plaque was a photograph of a nude human male,
and Bud's own photograph graced the space beside an empty plaque.
The surgeon placed the empty scrotum in a bottle of liquid under the empty
plaque, closed the bottle and shook it gently, and then returned to the
operating table. He picked up the two nude testicles from their resting
place between Bud's buttocks and held them for inspection. The slightly
blue-gray balls gleamed wetly in the bright lights. Two thin cords were
brought down from more overhead pulleys. Small weights were clamped on one
end. These weights hung near Bud's pinioned head, just out of sight, in
front.
The weights were lifted up as the free ends were brought down. Bud's eyes
widened as he noticed the large fish hooks attached to the cords. The
surgeon tapped the popper bottle. Holding one hook, he picked up one
testicle. Bud watched as the gentle hands brought together the two objects.
The amyl helped dull the sudden pain as the right testicle was firmly
impaled on the sharp fish hook and released. The hooked testicle swung back
and forth as the weight on the free end of the cord took up its weight. The
cords still attached to the right ball held it about level with the tip of
Bud's waving erection.
Another tap on the bottle, and the remaining ball was held up to Bud's intent
gaze. the tip of the fish hook was brought against the tough covering of the
testicle. Pressure increased slowly. When bud grunted out finally in pain,
the ball was skewered in a burst of strength.
The surgeon stroked Bud's cock with his left hand while the fingers of his
right flicked at the hooked balls. Bud saw a little pink fluid dripping out
of the balls. He still felt some aching from the implement.
Some more small pains brought Bud back to full awareness. The gentle hands
were busy ligaturing the cords. the surgeon tied off each small cord near
the base of the penis. Bud then watched in amazement as the surgeon poured a
glass of red wine. He picked up an empty hypodermic and filled it from the
glass of wine. A tap on the poppers did not entirely prepare Bud for the
wine injection into his left testicle. the surgeon slowly depressed the
plunger and emptied the hypo of wine. A little dripped out of the needle as
it was withdrawn.
The right ball was similarly treated to a wine injection. The aching
increased in Bud's balls. The pink fluid that had dripped from the fish hook
holes now turned to darker, the color of fine red wine. Bud heard the
surgeon making some preparations out of his sight. He smelled and heard hot
butter. His eyes remained riveted to his balls that had been, he now
realized, marinated.
The gowned man returned to the foot of the operating table. He reached to
Bud's face and pushed down twice on the bottle of amyl. He picked up a
scalpel from the sterile towel. He showed this to Bud's rapt gaze. Two pairs
of eyes followed the blade down as it gently flicked against the small cords
of each ball, neatly clipping them off near the ties. Clear liquid flowed
from the cut ends, dripping onto Bud's clenched anus. It felt cool as it
dried on the brown pucker. Bud realized that he had just been sterilized
with the severing of his sperm ducts.
Another tap of the bottle, and both men followed the blade back to the
thicker cords that remained. A slow, gentle slice, and the right ball jumped
to the pull of the dangling weight. It dropped back into Bud's view,
swinging freely just in front of his face. Blood dripped from the cut cord,
pooling with his cock fluid on his stomach. Bud groaned in realization of
the finality of this whole thing. He was giddy from the first injection and
flying from the amyl, but he knew well what was being done. His cock still
jerked with fullness, and his gaze returned to the cool brown eyes of his
castrator.
The blade gave Bud one final pain as it sliced ever so slowly through the
vessels holding down the left testicle. He watched in fascination as the
blood welled along the steel scalpel and then sprayed a little as the ball
bounced into flight. It came to rest alongside its brother.
Bud continued to gaze at the swaying gonads as the surgeon stitched up the
wound. The skin came together nicely under the base of the thick penis. The
scar followed the median line and would not be too noticeable when it had
healed completely.
The surgeon placed a bandage over the stitches and returned his attention to
Bud's swinging nuts. He sliced the cord holding them and took them away.
Bud heard the sound of frying. He giggled in sudden realization of what the
man was doing. His nuts had been marinated in wine, and now they were being
sautéed in butter. This was exceeding all of his wildest fantasies. He
looked at his throbbing cock as it was ready to shoot.
The surgeon returned to Bud, holding a small delicate plate. In the middle
of the plate were two brown orbs, shiny with butter and oozing liquid. The
surgeon placed the plate between Bud's legs on his stomach and started to
stroke Bud's full penis. He tapped the bottle of poppers once more.
Bud watched him dip a finger into the liquid on the plate and then felt him
massage the twitching pucker of his anus. A finger, then two, forced their
way inside Bud's ass. A skilled pressing of Bud's prostate brought him to
orgasm. Bud thrashed in his bonds as he came, his cock shooting high in the
air, the thick white sperm fluids dropping into the plate, covering the
steaming balls.
The surgeon picked up the plate with its special gravy and his favorite
delicacy. Slicing each cooked testicle precisely in half, he savored the
taste and texture as he watched Bud recovering slowly from his orgasm. He
wiped up the small plate with the remaining tidbit of testicle.
Bud was put to sleep once more, to await the return of his master. The
scrotum would be expertly tanned by a friendly taxidermist, and mounted with
appropriately sized fake balls. These would be about the largest yet. The
vet charged nothing for his gelding service, known to very few people and
used by fewer yet, for his fee was the delicacy that he so seldom had the
pleasure of enjoying. Few of the world's gourmets had ever experienced this
pleasure, as the sources were entirely too reluctant.
The End