APlaceToEat

Anatomy Lesson

Doctor Dung Li has come from China to train a class of new nurses in Langston General Hospital.  Very little is known about her, excepting that she's a surgeon and extremely beautiful.  Dung is a tiny, olive-skinned Chinese woman with high cheekbones and bottomless black eyes.  Her body is slender and lean yet she has surprisingly heavy breasts that bobbed freely as she skittered across the hospital grounds.  Fond of tight denim, she has arrived this morning swaddled like Hollywood and Vine hooker, but her bearing was confident and free, not at all brassy -- no one would mistake her for a hooker!

        Young college student John Wells had been admitted for a suspected concussion.  Intending to leave in the morning, he is awakened shortly after midnight when the lights come on suddenly, blinding him.

            "How are we feeling, Mr. Wells?  I'm Dr. Li, and these are new registered nurses much in need of training.  Do you mind if they observe while I examine you?”

John didn’t object, though he didn’t really want to be inspected in front of anyone, much less women.

            ”Having you come visit us is a remarkable piece of luck.  Very few such handsome, athletic young men are admitted currently and I'm only able to stay for the next few days.  Particular >supplies’ were difficult to arrange on this trip -- you'll be extremely useful to the new girls.”

John didn’t understand what she was saying ... not the words, the sense behind them.  She seemed to be talking to the him but really talking to the girls.

            ABe a darling boy, and strip naked."

John shook his head at her last words, certain he'd misunderstood.  The doctor stood silently for a moment and smiled sweetly, pulling a handgun from her purse as she did so.

            "Don't be difficult, young man.  This is a 0.45 magnum and there’d be an awful mess to clean up if I shot your head off.  Now strip immediately!  I just want to check out your physique -- what young man wouldn't enjoy a visual inspection standing naked in a roomful off beautiful nurses?"

As John stood confused, two gorgeous twins stepped up beside him and before he could think of reacting.  The slightly taller one kicked his knees out from under him.  Grabbing the air, he fell on his face, cracking his chin, the more bosomy girl kicked him until he cried out,

            "All right, all right, I'll play your game... shit, that hurt."

Shakily standing, he twisted around and slipped out of his jacket, all the time looking at the girls like a cat afraid someone’s going to kick him.  He slowly unbuttoned his shirt and peeled it back slowly ... hoping they’d say it was enough.  They didn’t and he slid one sleeve down off his shoulder like a stripper trying to be coy ... then the other shoulder.  His lower lip was quivering as he held back baby-boy tears.

        John took a deep breath, undid his belt, slowly popped the snap, pulled the zipper then hesitated.  His face wrinkled as he fought back tears.

            "Mr. Wells, Mr. Wells, we're waiting," purred the doctor.

He looked down then around at all the happy-faced girls holding back sniggers, then down again.  He bit his lower lip, took a deep breath, then put his thumbs along the waistband and shoved down, bending his knees some, his shoulders hunched forward.

        The cold air brought goose-bumps to his thighs as he stood back up and stepped out of his jeans.  His nipples were achy tight, like the girls were pinching and twisting them with some kind of ESP thing.  His guts were churning.  But worse than any of that, his cock was throbbing, squirming up the side of his lower belly, pulling the waistband out, the head starting to peek out.

        He fought as hard as he could not to try to make a run for it, not to dart out of the room, pushing aside any of the girls who tried to get in his way, screaming “Rape!” as loud as he could.  But he knew in a hospital the nurses would just run him down and say he was crazy and all that.  There was no running.

        John squeezed out a tear and shivered his shoulders then quickly grabbed his briefs’ waistband, pulled it out to the side, then shoved down, not bending, not stooping, just shoving the waistband down as far as he could straight-armed, sucking in his belly and pushing shoulders back, as his cock-head caught in the band and stretched his cock straight down before letting it go.  John tried to think of nothing as his cock bounced back and slapped his belly with a wet, slurpy-sounding splat and the girls giggled, some covering their open mouths, others not bothering.

        John was very conscious of his breathing, his chest swelling and collapsing, his shoulders rising and falling.  He could feel the fire in his cheeks as he blushed for the first time in his life.  His arms and thighs were quivering -- maybe not enough for the girls to see, but enough to make him feel very weak ... like a rag-doll on the verge of giving way to gravity.

        Standing at attention like a soldier, John could feel the girls’ eyes burn his cock as it stood tall like a little soldier itself, but not standing very still -- wagging back and forth like a happy dog’s tail.  John fought back tears, trying to will himself anywhere else.

        All John could hear was his heart pounding in his ears.  The girls were absolutely silent now, not tittering any more ... just grinning and staring, saliva glistening on their sharp, white teeth.  John fought to bring a clarity to his mind as he looked back at the girls staring at him.  From their silence and gulping, John guessed they were impressed.  At least he half-hoped they were -- if he had to go through this, at least it shouldn’t be for naught.

As John stared at her, she  walked up and licked his throat.  John tilted his head back and felt her tongue tickling his Adam’s apple as it bulged forward.

        He could feel her fingers grab his throbbing hard-on.  His nipples twisted tight again as  he inhaled deep, smelling her delicate deliciousness.  John could feel his balls squirm in their sack as her fingers closed tight on his shaft and slowly pulled up then down ... slowly ... slowly ... making his cock-head fill to bursting, the piss-slit straining open, aching with excitement ... his whole body tense.

        John could feel his fingers curling, clawing his palm as he held his arms ramrod stiff to his sides, standing as still as a red-coat guard in front of Buckingham Palace, not daring to look to the left, to the right, up, down ... eyes straight ahead in his head, staring at where the ceiling and wall came together.

        Suddenly she pushed him back and he fell across the lab bench and the other girls were all over him, grabbing his wrists and ankles and hair, holding him fast as they snapped wrist and ankle cuffs on, stretching them to the stirrups on adjacent benches.  His back arched, poking his taut six-pack belly up at the girls.

        Dr. Li stepped over and stood before him, putting away the gun and smiling sweetly, like a mother praising her daughter,

            "Actually, Mr. Wells, I wasn't entirely truthful.  I did want to check your naked body -- but for a specific reason.

                    “Ummm, my evaluation was correct -- you've positively delicious genitals!  You're quite a stallion, Mr. Wells.  I suspected you would be.   It looks like about 12 inches!  Am I correct Mr. Wells?   And those testicles look as large as lemons!”

She reached down and grabbed his balls and let them squirm in her soft, warm hand for maybe a minute before squeezing them hard, twisting them to the side and pulling hard.  John screamed for a second before sucking his gut in hard and holding in the pain and tears, ashamed that he had given voice to his fear and pain.

        Dr. Li smiled and lightly stroked John’s forehead, running her fingers through his hair like a mother combing her son’s hair.  She bent down and kissed his forehead then stood back up and ran her finger lightly across the full-bulging piss tube across his hard cock twisting slowly his belly like a snake sunning itself on a rock.

        Dr. Li pressed a little daub of spit onto her pursed blood-lips and touched her finger to it then drew the spit across John’s piss-tube up from balls to piss-slit, lightly stroking the flared piss-lips as John sucked his gut in hard.  She smiled and continued her explanation,

            “Before we talk further, however, we want you to watch us work.  You're not the first male in this operating room, and you won't be the last -- but you are our special guest tonight.”

Looking straight into John’s eyes, she said,

            “Lauren, wheel out the others."

There was a giggle and John looked over to the pretty Filipina girl covering her mouth then turning around and walking around the corner. John watched expectantly, fearful of what he might see.  He heard coasters rolling... then saw Lauren return pushing an upright  iron rack with another naked male strapped to it -- young like him, maybe a student, trim, his wrists and ankles stretched to the four corners, his muscles stretched taut and pretty, his mouth stuffed and gagged.

        Lauren had to move slowly to avoid toppling the rack.  It wobbled and the frightened man stretched on it twisted and jerked, trying to keep the frame from teetering over -- or maybe trying to destabilize it ... John couldn’t know which.

        John couldn’t understand any of this.  What the fuck was happening here?  He fought back the idea -- afraid he might find out.

        Lauren wheeled the man up to John's feet.  The frightened man stared down at John's face with frantic desperation -- but why?  The gorgeous Asian disappeared again, only to return lugging a different sort of rack, a large iron ring on coasters that held it four inches off the floor.  It had a small metal plate projecting in from one side -- and a third naked male's ass was planted firmly on the plate, his wrist and ankles bound to the four corners of the circle and a metal brace held his knees apart -- his whole body stretched taut like a pyramid ... arms and legs the four sloped corners up to his upthrust crotch, his cock and balls sitting on top like a sad, droopy banana and pears.  It was hard to tell, but it looked like this guy was also college age ... much more muscular ... an athlete, maybe a wrestler, maybe a football player, maybe a swimmer or diver -- too big to be a gymnast.  And he was gagged like the other.

            "I bet you wonder what's going on here -- and telling you is the least I can do.”

Dr. Li stroked John’s forehead, running her fingers through his hair again, smiling,

            “These pretty males already know -- and they certainly don't like it!  They've all seen what we do, and have been given time to think about it -- which is what we intended to do with you.

                    “Now, however, I haven't the luxury of leaving you strapped to a Gurney overnight to enjoy your private hells of terror -- so the least I can do is let you watch what happens to these pretty babies!"

The wild-eyed, struggling men glared desperately as Dr. Li spoke.  Lauren squatted near the man stretched into a pyramid on the ring and started licking his chest, putting her hands on  his shoulders and holding on as her tongue slavered down his chest (or is that “up” with him upside down like he is), along a hairy line in the groove between two slabs of thick, deep-cut upper abdominal muscles, stopping and playing at the hard coiled belly button, getting up on her knees, straddling his head, her crotch  in his nose, clamping his head between her thighs as she slid her hands up his sides to his hips, quickly grabbing his hard throbbing erection with her right hand as her left hand darted back and lifted her skirt over the man’s head as she loosened her thigh-grip just long enough to get it free, then let the skirt fall over his face as she clamped his head even tighter to keep him from sliding away, aiming his cock-head toward her mouth with her right hand as she grabbed his balls with her left, squeezing them hard as her fingers dug in like eagle’s talons, her tongue slowly licking the flared piss-slit as her lips closed over the head and she started sucking on the hard-throbbing cock like a calf on it’s mother’s nipple.

        The male’s belly tightened, his thighs swelled, his glutes dimpled as his body tensed and twisted as she squeezed her thighs together even harder.  Simultaneously he desperately struggled to breathe while his lower body was going into orgasmic spasm.  John almost shouted for her to let him breathe but kept hesitating till Lauren raised up, and followed the cock as the platform started slipping away like a cat following your finger dipped in cat food.

        John could not imagine what was going through the poor man’s mind ... the horror of being raped, being suffocated ... with his body betraying him ... the mix of feelings, the mix of emotions ... something he has only had a taste of thus far.  He was becoming even more frightened as he tried not to watch, tried not to think about it, but there was nothing else he could do ... his eyes just wouldn’t pull away, his mind just wouldn’t think of anything else.

        Till girls’ tittering pulled his eyes away for a glance ... noticing the doctor winking at her students then stepping over to the man stretched on the other, upright rack.  Now John couldn’t pull his eyes away from her as she ran her hands over his naked chest, scratching at his nipple-nibs with her long, bright red fingernails.

        She pulled her hands back and quickly flicked out a large zipper fly in front of her otherwise ordinary looking dress  -- it was just like a tight-fitting nurse’s uniform. 

        Dr. Li turned to her victim and grabbed his face by the jaw and lightly squeezed a pucker in the frightened male’s lips, saying something softly like a mother trying to encourage her frightened son.  Then she turned back around and looked straight at John and grinned as one girl handed her thick rubber slippers and a set of elbow length rubber gloves.

            "You wouldn't want to slip, or cut yourself, Doctor.  May I assist?"

            "Certainly, Carol," the grinning doctor replied.  "Remember not to pull -- just hold it away and let my knife do the work.  We are peeling this sexy male, not tearing him.”

Looking back to John again, Dr. Li sniggered like a school girl then pretended to have completely ignored him,

            “My goodness, we've almost forgotten our guest.  Girls, John is new here -- would someone like to explain?"

The fantastic Hispanic nurse shot her hand in the air, and Dr Dung nodded to her, smiling,

            “Yes, Lepe, you tell him.”

The young woman grinned and shook her head to fluff her hair,

            "It's really pretty simple, Mr. Wells.  You're a male, and males are good for only two things.  One, you've got some wonderful parts that can pleasure your superiors ...”

she pointed around to the other girls and Dr. Li,

            A... us ... women ... your superiors.  And, two, these parts are so sensitive they hurt real bad if we do it right ... they make you cringe and cry like a little boy his mommy just slapped across the face ... and your screaming and twisting and writhing is ooooooooooooh soooooooooo sexy!”

Lupe squeezed her shoulders together. 

            “But it isn’t enough just to make you hurt ... just to make males howl and scream in pain, writhing ... not enough to play with you and dispose of you ... take everything you have when we marry you, taking what ever else you managed to accumulate in a divorce ... and whatever you will ever earn ... it’s not enough to do what comes naturally ...”

Lupe danced her shoulders and hips, oohing like a little girl

            “Dr. Li teaches us refined means -- absolutely exquisite means -- of making your nerves burn and scream in your brain;  she shows us the best ways to derive pleasure from your worthless bodies!”

The pert Hispanic looked round at the other girls and put her finger to her pursed lips again like she was shushing ... like she was telling a secret,

            “We were all virgins until we met her, suffering from undefined longings.”

The other girls tittered and played at shoulder shrugging and shaking their breasts like Lupe as she continued her explanation,

            “Thanks to her, we fully understand our own bodies and those of you gross animals.  That male trembling near Dr. Li is a patient admitted for some routine tests;  now watch as we separate him from his fine, tan leather!"

            “Select a fold of skin, dear.”

John still didn’t understand what was happening and stared as Carol looked and ran her fingers over the frightened man squirming and mnffing through his gag, his whole body straining, twisting the best it could tautly bound as it was.  She tittered as she tickled her fingers over his bright red flushed skin.  The girls gathered round so close their bobbing heads started blocking John’s view despite the fact that the rack was not more than a foot, two from his stretched wide feet.

        John was relieved that he couldn’t see now stared up at the ceiling when Dr. Li noticed and tittered,

            “Girls!  Girls!  No crowding ... mind your manners!  Poor Mr. Wells can’t see!  Now step back.  And Deborah ... Cindy ... prop his head up and help him watch.”

A buxom blond bouncing her more that ample breasts and a wispy, willowy light skinned black girl stepped to each side and grabbed John’s head and tilted it forward.  John had gotten some grit while staring at the ceiling -- the compulsion to watch was broken and he looked to  the side.  The girls just sniggered and each pressed a thumb to the side of each eye ... making him look forward.1

        John winced and tried to move his eyes but the girls just tittered and pressed a little harder and he had to look where they wanted him to -- to watch as Dr. Li looked back and smiled at him.  Carol had picked a place and squeezed a flap of skin along the man’s tight love-handle for the doctor as she brought her scalpel to it and lightly stroked it.

        John’s eyes bulged as a thin white line appeared followed by a string of blood-red pearls.  He shivered as the male shrieked through his gag and the doctor lightly drew her scalpel along the string of blood-pearls, and again and again, each stroke longer and deeper, the skin now opening wide like a gaping, steep walled canyon.  John just couldn’t accept the fact that it was really happening, and tried to will himself somewhere else, all the time staring at the poor man’s skin as it opened all the way down to a bright red layer of muscle.

        Carol was now prying her fingers under the skin, under the yellowish white layer of fat between skin and meat, gently tugging it back as the doctor continued slitting longer along the screeching male’s side ... all the way up his side into his armpit, down his thigh to his knee.  The male was trying to jerk and twist, making it difficult to cut straight line, but the doctor was evidently experienced and very practiced and only nicked a few places deeper than she probably intended.

         Dr. Li carefully slit up the doctor’s patient’s arm, across the inside elbow and all the way to the wrist cuff clamped so tight the man’s hand was purply black.  She licked the blood-pearls, smearing them as high up his arm as she could stretch.  Carol had wriggled her fingers under a large expanse of belly, separating skin from hard corded abdominals, making his taut, athletic belly look paunchy ... more like snakes had crawled under his skin and were scriggling around.

        Despite all the pain, maybe because of it, the young man’s curved cock was standing tall, jerking, with a tiny white pearl in its spread-wide piss-lips.  John remembered his own cock getting stiff and twitching when he was forced to strip and wondered if all males responded that way to women inflicting pain and embarrassment ... of if he and this guy were just perverts or something.

        His thought were brought back to the skinning by the doctor’s soft, motherly voice,

            "Careful, dear ... you're stretching it -- remember a man's skin is slightly thinner across his belly.”

The girls all sniggered.  Carol said,

            “Sorry....”

and pulled her hands back, wiping her face with the blood, putting her face to the quivering male’s stretched skin and rubbing her cheeks across the loose skin.  She pulled her face back up and looked back to John so he could see it -- her face was a red mask -- so very unreal ... all texture and dimension gone in the smear of blood.  She grinned and her teeth flashed.

        John felt like he was going to puke but managed to hold it back as the doctor slit around the young man’s neck, across his shoulders to the other side and Carol went back to stretching the skin away, peeling it, rolling it up to the guy’s hard mounded pecs.  The doctor, pinching her own nipples and breathing deep, said,

            “Careful, dear ... careful.  Let me cut under his nipples ... otherwise they’ll tear -- they’re attached to the meat ... they won’t pull off like the rest of the skin.”

Carol pulled the skin all the way up to where the nipples were holding on as the doctor reached over and slit under them with quick, precise jerks, like she was just touching them.  The other girls applauded and sniggered as Carol finished rolling the man’s whole front skin all the way up and off his body, carried it over to John and showed him, grinning through that blood mask.

        John started screaming himself now, bouncing up and down regardless of the pain to his agonized back -- the two girls holding his head and eyes had stepped back to let Carol up close.  The Hispanic goddess who had explained to him what males were for stepped back up to John on the other side and sat down next to him, reaching out and fondling his heavy testicles sensuously as she grinned, enjoying his open terror.

        Several nurses now turned around and clustered about him; one dropped to her knee and began fellatio on him while the others tittered at his helplessness.  He didn’t even notice as Carol stepped back to help the doctor who over t he next hour reduced the naked guy John’s age to a shiny, skinless red horror.

        The gathered nurses all had taken turns playing with John’s body, sucking his cock till it was dry, sucking on his testicles till they burned like fire soon as their saliva dried off them, sucking his nipples till they hurt every bit as much as his well abused cock and balls -- now the nurses parted and sniggered, looking back at the man -- or what had been a man -- skinned down to meat and bits of softening fat -- no skin left -- not even his eyelashes -- just bright red meat and yellowish patches of hard fat.

        He -- it -- was still alive and whimpered weakly as it twitched and shuddered.  Several girls moved over and started rubbing their faces across the raw, bloody body, licking at it, slurping the surface blood all away, leaving even larger patches of yellow fat covering raw meat.  Some of the girls were fondling each other or themselves as they licked or sucked.  The doctor and Carol were panting after multiple orgasms.

            "I know what you want, Carol, and you've certainly earned it tonight.  Hurry now, before he dies..."

John tried to look away but a couple other nurses had flanked him and soon as his eyes turned away they grabbed his head and thumbed his eyes back to watching what the vampire nurses were doing -- watching Carol as she looked back at him and grinned through the now hardened blood-black mask.  She turned her face back to the skinned man and dropped to her knees.

        She then gently patted his raw belly and hummed and sang lullabies like a mother singing to her little boy -- gently, comfortingly, until the skinned male stopped wailing and glanced down slowly, his lidless eyes unable to blink.

        Carol looked back again and winked at John then turned her gaze back to her victim and lowered her mouth to his skinned genitals, which Dr. Li had tortured so delicately, peeling away only the thin outer skin off cock and balls, leaving the shaft intact, leaving the balls hanging in a white inner bag John had never seen before.2

        Now speaking loudly for everyone in the room to hear, Carol said,

            "You know what I'm going to do now, don't you Mr. Stanton?  Don't you?  Well, don't you?"

With a gurgled, throaty wail the skinless male coughed out a scream through his nose.  One of the girls reached up and pried open the skinless man’s lipless mouth and pulled out a wad of gooey rag that had been stuffed in.  Carol now demanded again,

            “You know what I’m going to do, Mr. Stanton?”

He screamed a single desperate, gurgly word,

            "Yeshh...!"

The girls all chuckled and Carol then closed her teeth around his right testicle and started chewing it, still attached.  The skinless mail shried like a banshie -- a long, blood curdling shriek that sent shivers through John’s spine and made his cock jump to attention again, throbbing ready.

        Carol chewed harder and harder, gnawing it to nothing more than a pulp before finally nipping it off from the cords that held it to his body, turning her head back around and tonguing it forward to hold it between her teeth as she drew her lips back so John could see it ... and see her jerk her head forward like a bird with a frog in its mouth, snapping her teeth shut and swallowing, closing her eyes and squinting hard as the large lump caught in her throat.  She swallowed hard again and grimaced as it finally went down.

        She got up and let a second nurse take her place who similarly sucked in the remaining testicle and chawed on it, slurping and sucking as she chewed harder and harder till it too was mashed to mush and she finally nipped it free of the nerves and blood vessels and tiny muscles.

        This nurse stepped back and let the svelte black nurse who had been one of the first to hold John’s eyes have a turn.  She started sucking on the skinless cock, deep throating it, slurping it in and out of her throat till she closed her teeth and slid the shaft back out till her teeth caught on the flared head.  She then clamped down and ground her incisors back and forth as the male again screeched like a fresh-nutted pig.  She sucked like an eager calf at the  blood gushing from the gash, grinding her teeth all the while till she had bitten all the way through and the cock-head was in her mouth.  She quickly jumped to the side as the buxom blond who had also held John’s eyes first jumped in to start sucking down the life-blood.

        The black girl walked over and put her face right in John’s and chomped and smacked like a cheap whore chewing three or four sticks of gum, showing John the rubbery mass and grinning, then pulling her face back so he had to watch as the other nurse ground her teeth through another two inches or so of cock-shaft, jumping to the side for yet another girl to take her turn, suckling on the now slow-spurting blood, grinding the last couple inches or so of rubbery cock away so the one-time male was now totally neutered -- no cock, no ball, not even tits -- just a skinless, sexless mass of quivering meat.

            "Oooh, you did well, girls,” the doctor murmured, as she and several other girls fingered their clitorises.  "Moving right along, girls, we need to butcher the meat before it dies.  Chlorissa, go get the ice-chest and Gloria, go get the meat wrap.”

The girls hustled around the corner as the doctor turned back to the other girls and said,

            “Moving right along we have ... let me see ... Mr. Benson, the night watchman, isn't it?”

The helpless, terrified muscle-boy male writhed with spastic jerkiness on the circular metal ring, his loose, floppy cock and balls hopping like Mexican jumping beans atop his stretched taut pyramid body.  He was screaming through his nose.

        The girls making sure John watched turned his head to the side so he could watch as other nurses pulled the ring-mounted male to where John could see him better and turned him around so John could see his upside down face.  His body was covered with a fine mist of blood from the other man’s skinning.

            "Mr. Benson, Mr. Benson ... you don't think we intend to peel you also, do you," Dr. Li asked softly.  "Now what would that teach us?

                    “You have a different sort of body anyway... you've the deliciously muscled body of an athlete in his youthful prime.  Skinning lean young teenage males is fine, but sexy males like you require different treatment.

The girls sniggered eagerly.   Dr. Li continued,

            “Why, I do believe you're crying!  Why is that, Mr. Benson?"

The naked muscle-hunk was shivering violently, his eyes locked to John’s, wild with empathy and desperation, pleading for salvation he and John both knew would never come.  Suddenly his eyes darted to  Dr. Li, pleading with her with his eyes, desperately hoping for the reprieve only her lips could give -- but no such command would pass those red lips!  He and John knew that.

        The doctor grabbed a portable Bunsen burner and stepped over to the trembling muscle-boy, stepping one foot inside the iron circle and grabbing the young man’s floppy balls with her free hand.  She waved the unlit torch back and forth, grinning, then looked to her gaggle of students and said,

            "Who wants to assist this time."

All the hands went up but Lauren pushed forward, giggling.  This gorgeous Asian nurse was stunning, with incredibly sexy almond shaped eyes that made cruelty from her even harder to bear.  To John’s western eyes she looked about fifteen years old, but obviously wasn't.

            "Mr. Wells, we've explored the pleasures of a nice slow skinning -- and it's sooo yummy! -- and here we want to see what heat can do.  Fire, eventually, but first --  mere heat.

                    “Help me on this -- where do you males so foolishly grab yourselves whenever feeling threatened -- which only serves to alert us of their delicious weakness?  Can you suggest where we might wake Mr. Benson up with the application of heat?

                    “Put another way, what part of you brutes most reminds a hungry woman of big hard-boiled eggs when we waken hungry in the morning?  I wish I could think!  You've made no comment -- and Mr. Benson is shivering and weeping too much to speak -- perhaps Lauren can assist us?"

The gorgeous Filipina bent carefully between the naked man's widespread knees and knelt, her knees inside the ring, her ankles on the ring.  She slid her finger tips under the long droopy balls and slid them back and forth over her fingers.  They slid easily back and forth like large marbles inside a silk bag.

        Another girl handed her a string with a noose in it.  She lifted the testicles and slipped one then the other through the noose and snugged it tight and pulled on it, lifting the balls away from the body like they were floating in water.  Another girl brought a thick globe much like that used for hanging aquariums but much smaller and with much thicker glass and a thick rubberized seal with a small hole in the middle.  The globe was half-filled with water.

        As the girls all tittered the Filipina took the globe and draped the muscle-boy’s balls atop the black lid and pushed very hard on one till it popped through.  It took a lot of effort and the male screamed like his nuts were already being roasted.  The second ball was even harder to press through but after a couple minutes pressing as hard as she could, the nurse managed.

        Now she pulled on the noose and the balls did float -- inside the glass ball ... but it was very heavy and taxing for her to hold it up.   Dr. Li was ready, though, and had one girl bring in  a pole with a heavy base.  The Filipina got up and out of the way while still holding the male’s balls up and away from his body.  The other girl set the pole between the male’s wide spread thighs and moved it up close.

        Dr. Li stepped forward and clamped on a hook high up and a double clamp down lower, below the male’s glass-encased balls.  She had the Filipina wrap the end of the rope around the hook high up so she could step back and the glass-encased balls still floated mid air.  Then the doctor clamped on her portable Bunsen burner and slid it up until the nozzle was almost touching the glass.

        John could see almost all of what was happening though the victim could not -- he could only feel what he could feel.  John’s guts were churning again as  Dr. Li turned the knob and flicked a lighter and brought it to the hissing gas.  The poof startled both John and the muscle-boy.

        Now it was a waiting game.  At first, while the water in the glass ball was heating to warm bath-water hot, the giggling lovelies merely watched the sufferer’s eyes -- and testes as they floated like a couple of fat-bodied goldfish somehow encapsulated in a loose, silky sack.  The heat and attention made the male’s erection swell and pulse despite the imminent destruction.  It started to ooze.

        The twin sisters stepped forward to suckle the long log., careful to stay away from the  burner and glass  The big breasted one slurped at it while her sister cursed her for trying to milk it to orgasm -- she wanted the ejaculate!  When the first reluctantly released the organ to her sister, she climbed around and sat down on the male’s face, lifting her skirt with one hand and grabbing his hair with the other and forcing his nose up into her ass and clamped his head tight with her thighs then started playing with his nipples as she watched her sister, half-resentful of her getting to milk the male’s last cream.

        Almost before the male had ejaculated his last, the water in the ball was boiling.  He was screaming into the wole buxom twin’s cunt, making her giggle.  Her sister had to quickly jerk her head back as superheated steam suddenly erupted from the pressure-cooker ball, scalding the male’s cock and crotch, making the girls titter again.

        The naked man's entire well-developed musculature stood out in sharp relief as his entire body tightened to the point of ripping muscle... he was screaming so loud now it was clearly audible through the girl’s thick thighs and draping skirt.

        Dr. Li frowned mildly at Lauren, more an affected frown than a real one,

            “Are you monitoring the temperature, Lauren?  The temperature can rise to four hundred degrees or more ... it’s a pressure cooker in there.”

All the girls giggled.  Lauren started to reach to turn the burner off but the doctor grabbed her hand back and shouted to the girls,

            “Get back!  Now!”

They all jumped back but nothing happened.  After a minute or so,  Dr. Li said,

            “Lauren, go get me that rubber sucker on a pole I showed you.”

When Lauren returned the doctor gingerly stretched the sucker to the volume control and turned it down till the flame went out.  Pulling the pole back she accidentally knocked the glass ball and it popped off the rubber stopper, jumping into the air, spewing super-heated water all round.  The girls were all far enough back but some spilled on the muscle-boy and some on John and they both screamed as their skin was scalded, bright bubbly blisters popping across the instantly bright red skin.

        The girls all tittered as the glass ball fell on John’s belly and rolled off, burning a bright red line wherever it touched.  It fell to the vinyl floor and rolled to a sticky stop as it melted the floor.  The girls tittered and  Dr. Li checked the pyramid boy, then smiled and told her girls,

            “Good ... he’s still alive.  I was afraid for a moment he could have died already.  You know, an easy death is a wasted death ... as far as males are concerned.  While we’re going to cook this boy through and through, we want him to suffer as much as possible because the more he suffers, the more deliciously his body will flood with various hormones that add to the flavor.”

She looked right at John then stepped over to him and lightly pressed the tears out of his eyes and looked at the scalds, tsk-tsk-ing then speaking to her girls while talking straight at him,

            “This is an important part of why good cannibal girls have one unbreakable rule --  torture... torture... torture.  Like I said, an easy death is a wasted death!"

The girls all tittered and repeated the phrase,

            “An easy death is a wasted death!”

and tittered.

         Dr. Li stepped back to the cooked balls and gingerly checked them,

            “They’re cooled enough now.  Too bad the male can’t feel this....”

She flipped open a swich-blade and slit the soft scrotum off, pulling out one bright red testicle, holding it over her head and tipping her head back and opening her mouth.  She lowered the tasty to her lips and kissed it then stuck out her tongue and looked it, then dropped it into her mouth, letting it slither down her throat and swallowing it whole like a fresh buttered oyster.  Then she called Lauren over and declared she'd earned a special treat.  She told her to tilt her head back.  Lauren did and the doctor held the other testicle over her mouth, letting her kiss it then lick it then dropped it down her throat.

        Lauren had only had a few testicles and still didn’t know how to swallow a testicle whole without wincing.  It caught in her throat and she had to swallow hard several times till it got unstuck and slithered down to her gut.  She then grinned and said,

            “Delish!”

The male had long since passed beyond caring ... he was still alive, still sentient ... he could  still feel everything but his mind was nearly as fried as his testicles had been.   Dr. Li broke open a vial of smelling salts and brought him back to the land of the living with a howling screech.  She then walked around and stepped inside the ring and grabbed the string still around what was left of the male’s scrotum and slipped it off, loosened the noose, undid it from the hook then grabbed the male’s scalded cock and slipped it through the noose, pushing the noose all the way to the pubic bush and snugged it then slowly pumped the cock.

        Despite the pain and castration, the hunky bodybuilder’s cock got throbbing hard again, piss-slit flaring, dripping a pearly drop of precum.   Dr. Li pulled the noose as tight as she could and tied the loose end back to the hook above, making the cock point straight up into the air.  Then, unclamping the portable butane torch, she said,

            “Here, dear.  Roast the sausage ... be careful not to burn it too much ... lightly stroke the flame across it all round ... it’ll turn red first then brown, swelling and cracking as the blood inside boils.”

Smiling, Lauren looked down and declined,

            "I almost messed things up, Dr. Li.  Besides, Kailani is my best friend -- I surrender the honor to my sweet sister!"

Blushing, Kailani hurried forward.  The big breasted Hawaiian girl was the youngest student in class; she eagerly took the torch and stepped into the ring as the doctor turned on the gas and lit it, again with a poof.  The male’s arms and thighs tightened and John nearly jumped out of his skin.  The muscle-boy night watchman whimpered like a little girl, waiting.

         Dr. Li turned the gas down to just a very small flame, she told the Hawaiian girl,

            “Don’t bring it too close, bring it in real easy.  The male will help you ... he’ll let you know when you’ve got it close enough.”

The girls all giggled and Kailani grinned and moved the torch closer slowly ... all the while the male was whimpering and begging.  Then suddenly he screamed and shook so hard the heavy metal ring actually shuddered and slid a little.  The tittering lovelies were delighted, many pinching their nipples or squeezing their thighs together, fingering their dresses into their swelled cunts.

        Kailani slowly ran the invisible flame up and down the male’s cock, stretching around the far side and back, holding onto the male’s thigh then the rope then his other thigh to steady herself.  The male shrieked himself hoarse, his screams becoming raspy wheezes and still he tried to scream as Kailani continued cooking his cock till it had turned from a scalded pinkish red to bright red to deep red to brownish red ... till the hard swelled cock swelled even more and the skin crackled and started to split.

        The doctor stepped forward again and said,

            “It looks done to me, dear.”

            “Yes’m!”

Kailani turned the torch off and handed it back to the doctor.  She in turn handed it to one of the girls who set it on a shelf and came back to watch as  Dr. Li stepped into the ring and Kailani started to step out but the doctor told her to stay put and help her.  She then pulled out her switchblade and handed it to the buxom young woman.   Dr. Li pulled on thick woolen gloves over her surgical gloves and grabbed the male’s cock-shaft with one hand and the cock-head with the other.  She told Kailani to slit through the shaft right under the head.

        Kailani giggled and carefully lined up the blade then drew it slowly over the underside where the flare goes up and blends into the shaft right under the piss-slit.  She then pulled the blade slowly.  The well-cooked flesh cut like butter.  Clear ooze dripped like from a fresh baked turkey.   Dr. Li nodded and Kailani pulled the blade back and twisted her head around and licked at the ooze, slurping it.  The doctor squeezed the head and more oozed out and the buxom girl slurped more, noisily like a cat rasping earwax off your finger.

        The girls all giggled some more as Kailani pulled her head back, sticking her tongue as far out as she could to lick around her mouth, wiping what she couldn’t reach with her tongue onto her arm then licking it off.   Dr. Li said,

            “Now cut it off, dear.”

Kailani quickly had the blade to the cut and slit deeper, back and forth ... it only took three slices for the blade to cut all the way through the near butter-soft meat.   Dr. Li said,

            “Open wide, dear....”

Kailani did and the doctor popped the cock-head in her mouth.  Kailani’s eyes sparkled and she grinned as she slowly tongued the succulent tidbit around in her mouth.   Dr. Li then called other girls, one after the other, to suck on the cock-stub and cut off a chunk for noshing till it was all gone.

        Then she turned her attention back to the skinned male.  He was watching with frightened lidless eyes, his teeth grinning the way a skull does -- with no lips to do anything else.  His bloody chest was slowly pumping, his hard-corded belly slowly rising, falling.   Dr. Li said,

            “We’d better get to it before he dies....”

Chlorissa had brought the ice chest and Gloria the meat wrap so the doctor took a large scalpel and said,

            “Pec-steaks are highly prized.”

With that she ran the scalpel under the jut of the right pectoral muscle, cutting deep, pulling the meat back away from the bone, cutting the meat as cleanly and quickly as a butcher pulling turkey breast from bone.  She slit around the edges then slapped the large chunk of meat on a piece of brown paper and Gloria quickly wrapped it, labeled it, and dropped it into the ice bucket.

        The second breast, the love handles, the thick back muscles, loins, large buttock roasts, thigh meat, calves, bicepses, tricepses, trapezia, fore-arms, till all that was left was gristly skeleton and torso, hands, feet, and head.   Dr. Li then sliced abdominals, careful not to perforate bowel and handed the bacon to the blond vixen and scooped out the intestines and stomach, cut the colon off then the esophagus and dropped the whole gooey mess into the wastebasket Chlorissa was holding out for her.

        Almost unbelievably, John noticed, the shiny red diaphragm was heaving and falling -- the poor man was still alive!  John winced and shivered in horror as the doctor carefully scooped out the kidneys then the large liver, handing them to the buxom blond vixen to wrap and drop in the icebox.

        Now the doctor took a pair of rose-clippers one of the eager lovelies handed her and clipped through the ribs and pulled them off, handing the spareribs to Gloria to wrap.  The male was so close to death it was time.  The doctor took her switchblade and slit through the male’s throat, gullet, carotid arteries, gristle and spine then handed the head to Gloria who kissed it on the teeth -- where the lips would have been.

        Tears came to John’s eyes as he saw the head’s eyes move ... like eyes in a mechanical head ... except this head was alive ... still alive ... but not for long.

The doctor then looked to John and grinned,

            “No, my little beauty, we have not forgotten you.  Only we have one more little thing to do.”

She had her girls wheel the pyramided castrate over to the side where there was a large autoclave for sterilizing surgical instruments -- one large enough to slide the ring mounted male inside and close the door with a large tempered glass window.

        With the male inside she then turned it on.  Soon the bright red heating and sterilizing lamps were on full and the male’s sweating, twisting body was bathed in red light.  His muffled screams sounded very distant now as he was being roasted alive.

            “It’ll be a while, my lovelies, before he’s roasted through and through ... he’ll be the best damn turkey you’ve ever had.”

The nurses all tittered or laughed.

            “And now we can turn our attentions back to John.”

John Wells was shivering in fright.  He was trying to make himself as small as he could, but that would do no good.  Of the three men, his genitals were the most magnificent -- he had been proud of them but now knew that was what had brought him to this point.  And there would be no escape.  He was dead ... he only wished now for a quick death.  But that would not be ...  Dr. Li had held back the best for last ... and John would suffer more than the other two put together.