Visit to the Vet ( NOT FOR THE SQUEMISH )

Luis Adam Bree

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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 or is it
 
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