My Emasculation - pinned skinned and removed

Now returning to my penis, Sofi said  “I should be milked again.”

The wire I had before was pushed down my urethra, a second wire wrapped around the soft area just below my glans and a third wrapped around the penis base. This was done with my stretched and affixed member.

She then switched the machine on, my penis soon became erect.

I then felt a pulsing sensation deeper in my groins, and also pulses in my anus as though I needed the toilet. There was then a shot of pain as the pulse suddenly increased and some semen was ejected from my penis. My whole body convulsed in harmony, while my de-bagged and loose testicles moved in sympathy.

I moment later the same thing happened, this time more painful.

Sofi laughed “saying this is fun to watch; the control knob is only a third around, we have another 2/3s of power left, what shall we do?”

Sarah said “I would be happy to take control.” Sofi said, “great, increase the fun.”

The control was increased, my penis started to throb, I would feel the pulses deeper and deeper. When I ejaculated my whole body seemed to lift in reflex. It happened again and again but with more intensity each time. The muscles in my groin were burning and with each exit the semen seemed to reach further up my stomach and chest.

With my penis still fixed to the board, every slight movement pulled cruelly at the stitches around the edge of my glans. The tension tore at the tender seams, sending sharp bursts of pain that deepened into a raw, burning agony as the wounds began to tear anew.

Seeing my cock trying to break free from the bonds, Sofi noticed saying “look, his cock is trying to break free and stand up, shall I allow some freedom? Sarah nodded in agreement. The wool cord was untied from the drawing pin and my penis flicked upwards, standing to full attention. Both of them laughed.

They then started to pull my cock down towards my legs, despite the electro stimulation having the effect of an extremely hard erection. They would pull down using the cords and then release to see it flex and bash the board, causing quite some pain, and also opening the stitch wounds. All the time my testicles were fully in the open as the scrotum had been cut away and the cuts sealed.

They kept turning up the power, each increase driving the pain further beyond what I thought possible. My body convulsed against the restraints, every muscle straining in desperate revolt.

Noticing my struggle, they adjusted the IV, introducing a mix to keep me conscious: muscle relaxants to still my limbs, adrenaline and caffeine to drive back the black edges of passing out. Then came the hiss of the oxygen line as they turned it higher, forcing each breath to steady just enough for them to continue.

A sudden hiss broke the air, steam and a faint wisp of smoke seeping from the tip of my penis. The spasms halted abruptly; the last pulse of fluid ceased as something deep inside gave way with a sickening, invisible snap.

Realising they had pushed the limits too far, they quickly halted the deep internal treatment, but their fascination hadn’t waned. I could hear one of them murmur that they still needed to keep me erect, as though this were simply another adjustment in an ongoing experiment.

Sarah increased the power to the base and tip wires attached to the outside skin of my penis, saying “this will be the biggest erection you’ll ever have, it will blast it into space like a rocket.”

She increased the power while my penis was pointing to the ceiling. With the tight wires the blood flow was restricted and it got harder and more bloated as the power was increased. The head was bright red, pulsing and shaking violently. Sarah laughingly said “it looks like a red balloon”, quickly followed by “let’s pop the balloon” from Sofi.

She took hold of a long pin and plunged it into the soft underside of my penis, the frenulum. She pushed it right through my glans and out the opposite side, exiting midway along its length. The pain shot through me like a dart. I became dizzy for a moment.

I did not notice at the time but Sarah had increased the power to maximum, shouting “blast off time!.”

I could smell burning and when I opened my eyes I could see in the television that sparks were coming from the two wires attached to my penis. There was also some smoke as the flesh was burning. Again I felt dizzy and convulsed, but my stomach was empty.

Sarah then switched off the machine and my penis went completely limp, falling to a crumpled mess on the board.

I took the time to look at my poor member. It looked horrible, like some horror story, worse than what I had seen in a butcher shop. My penis head was bright red, burgundy coloured, weeping wounds about the ridge and a pin sticking through the middle.

Just below the glans the skin was blackened. At the base the skin was also blackened, whilst my testicles were completely exposed, bloody and raw.

They spoke to each other after a time of silent concentration “shall we help him a bit, let’s move the pin and stitches, give it some freedom”. They proceeded to pull out the large pin in my glans, then they cut away the stitches surrounding my crown ridge - this was very uncomfortable.

I felt some relief as all the implants were removed fully.