Cock torture to a novice

Chapter Four

After a short break, they returned to the room and Helmut said, “We thought we’d be about finished by now and normally would have been but I’m afraid I’ve some very bad news for you. Ron has pointed out to me that you’re the first person in four years of torturing people, that hasn’t insisted on a safety signal and that has signed a contract allowing us free reign to do what we like to them. He said we could make a short film by modifying your cock. Of course that means you will never be able to piss standing up again, but that’s one of the small consequences you’ll have to pay for being so stupid. I’ve actually had some surgical gear for some time in preparation for this. I’m also sorry, for this but as your cock has been very well tenderized by Casey, it’ll be very painful when I handle it.”

I’ll now describe the procedure the bastard used to change me forever but keep in mind that I didn’t feint again and the pain was completely excruciating. Every fiber of my consciousness was directed to the agony. Also the only pain relief was from my own endorphins and to me they didn’t seem to be working at all. Ron made sure that he captured everything perfectly on the video.

First Helmut scrubbed his hands very carefully, put on surgical gloves, and then concentrated on my cock. Everything above the board was spotlessly clean. When he touched it and pulled down the foreskin to make sure all was sterile, it sent shivers of pain through me. Amazingly throughout everything, I always kept a roaring erection.

Then, with Casey as a nurse, they began to operate.

First a tight rubber band was placed around the cock next to the board to prevent too much blood loss. Then a strange instrument was shown to me. It was like an old fashioned pipe cleaner but the bristles were made from stainless steel. This was inserted into the urethra about three inches. It really scratched badly. Squeezing the cock tightly at the end of this diabolical device to prevent it going any further, he began to move it in, out continually turning it so that all the lining of the urethra was converted to mush. It felt as though the bristles would come out through the skin. This took about two minutes. Seemed like two hours. Please cut it off and be done with it. He then milked me to extract the destroyed urethra lining. He said, “I’ve done this so that when your cock is fully healed the tube will fuse completely and cannot be reversed without a transplant. There will be a lot of scar tissue so even that would be difficult.”

Then using a small scalpel, he carefully removed about three millimeters of flesh and five deep from around the piss slit. This left quite a hole in the end of my cock. Although I was still in intense pain, the experience was very surreal to me. He then inserted seven stitches both inside and on the surface to completely seal it. The branding that Casey had done earlier matched perfectly.

Next he sliced vertically a hole around ten millimeters long into the urethra at the three inch level up to where it was destroyed. He again milked me downward this time to remove any left over mush and inserted two stitches into the top glans end of the hole. The top three inches of my cock was now irreversibly sealed, top, bottom and inside. The sides of the new piss slit were now stitched to the former inside of the urethra to hold it open and stop it healing shut. The man would have made a passable surgeon. The rubber holding back the blood was cut and although a small amount oozed out, it was OK. The whole procedure took only twenty five minutes. Betadine solution was wiped onto the glans and a small bandage wrapped around it. He said that my urine would disinfect the new piss hole but to dress the glans daily.

As so much punishment had been inflicted to my cock, it had started to swell considerably making it impossible to remove the board. I knew that when it finally snapped in two and came off, that my ordeal would be over.