Chapter 1: Oh My Bloody Head

Ten minutes had passed since Stephen had had the brush handle pushed up his bum for the second time. Mike pushed it up him again and they could tell his scream of pain wasn’t as loud this time. Clearly the whiskey was taking effect.

Mike and Cliff sat in silence for another ten minutes watching the whiskey level going down a little. Then Mike shoved it up him once more. This time his scream more like a loud whimper. As it faded away, there was the sound of running water.

Either the pain or the whiskey had made Stephen’s bladder relax and he was having a wee into the waste bin. Mike had marked the whiskey bottle at the start and put marks below to indicate each time that Stephen had drunk the equivalent of a neat double whisky.

‘If nothing else, he’s going to have a bad head in the morning.’ Mike said with a grin. Five minutes later the handle was shoved up once more. This time Stephen only gave a faint whimper.

Mike gave the handle to Cliff. ‘Use the end of that to push ten pieces of toilet paper an inch or so into his bum,’ Mike instructed. ‘We don’t want anything coming out and getting into the wound.’ He watched him do it, then told him to push the handle up a good three inches.

‘Ok, the handle can go in the rubbish bag now.’ Mike said as he turned the tap off to stop the whiskey. They both went and washed their hands and put disposable gloves on. When Mike had put the tube on Stephen’s cock, he had tied it in place so that his cock was pointing across to his side.

That left his balls hanging free between his wide-open legs and nicely accessible. ‘Go and run a cloth under the hot tap and bring it back.’ Mike instructed. When Cliff brought it back, he was told to give Stephen’s scrotum a good wash.

‘Now pour some iodine into the bowl and use the paint brush to paint it all over his scrotum and his legs and base of his cock. Everywhere that could touch his scrotum.’ Mike watched him do it then said, ‘I think he’s ready now doctor.’ as he grinned at Cliff.

‘One last test.’ Mike picked up an ordinary sewing pin and jabbed it into Stephens’s thigh. He didn’t move and there was no sound. Mike handed Cliff a short length of fishing twine. ‘Tie that round his scrotum as near to his body as you can, using the surgeons knot I taught you.’

He pointed out exactly where it should go. Once he was certain Cliff had it in the right spot, he told him to pull it really tight. Then he gave him another piece and watched as he tied that over the first one. ‘Between the two, that will cut off the blood supply to his scrotum, and probably his balls too.’ Mike told him.

‘Try not to be more than twenty minutes after this point, otherwise the tissue will start to die.’ Mike took hold of one ball and pulled it to one side.

‘Now you can see a good gap between his balls and the scrotum is stretched flat.’ Mike explained.

He opened the craft knife and dipped the blade into the iodine. Then as Cliff watched intently, Mike drew the blade of the knife down the scrotum midway between Stephens balls. As the blade cut in, a few tiny drops of blood oozed out but very little.

Mike did three strokes with the bade in the same cut, until he was just through into the inside. He made it about two inches long. Then sticking his finger in the cut, he parted it slightly and showed Cliff the inside of a scrotum.

‘That’s not a sight that many people have ever seen,’ he told him. ‘Now you put your finger in and see if you can pull one of his balls out.’ Cliff poked around and found it quite easy to pull it out. Mike handed him a length of twine.

‘I’ll pull on his ball, so it stretches those tubes that connect it,’ Mike told him. ‘You tie this as tight as you can about half an inch away from his ball.’ Cliff did it, and Mike told him to pick the knife up. After he dipped the blade into the iodine once more, Mike told him to cut right through the tubes on the ball side of his knot.

Cliff took two slices to go right through, then suddenly Mike was holding a detached ball in his hand. He passed it to Cliff to inspect. ‘Next time you get a hard on, you’ll know what made it happen and when you fire, you’ll know where the cum came from.’ he told him.