https://groups.google.com/g/alt.sex.stories.gay/c/JNjLeWGOxdI/m/uZnBWO4FTqsJ https://groups.google.com/g/alt.sex.stories.gay/c/WXPgl_inoS4/m/OLz9V9bgBSUJ Chapter 1: "See you next week!" Christopher Evans greeted his colleague as he left the office. Whistling a happy tune, Chris walked into his office carpark. The carpark was isolated and everyone else had gone home on this Friday evening. Chris reached into his pocket and took out his car keys. His brand new red Jaguar was park there, all shiny and ready for him. Chris was a hotshot young defense attorney at his law firm. He had recently been promoted and word had it that he was favoured to become one of the youngest partners. At 26yo, he was 6 foot tall with wavy brown hair and sparkling green eyes. He was pretty handsome and he knew that the ladies loved him. Life was going very well for Chris. He defended a lot of rich clients, irrespective of whether they were guilty or not. His pretty smile and charm often won juries over. Before he could turn off the alarm of his car, a black van drove by and stopped in front of him. Its screeching tires drew his attention. Two men got out of it and walked towards him. They grabbed Chris and held a piece of rag cloth to his nose. It took only seconds before he passed out. Chapter 2: "He's waking up." Chris heard a voice. Then he felt someone slapping his face. He opened his eyes and looked into the face of a dark haired guy with a day's stubble. Suddenly he was pulled to his feet. "Wake up sleepy head." he heard another voice in a thick Spanish accent. Chris felt a bit dizzy but he stood up and looked around. He was in a brightly lit and large room with two Hispanic-looking men who looked alike. They both had dark brown hair and dark brown eyes. "What's going on here? Where am I?" Chris demanded. He felt his pockets and couldn't find his keys or wallet. Obviously, they'd stolen his stuff. But why was he still here? There were two videocameras on stands pointing at him. This room was furnished like some kind of studio. "Ok man, now you gonna do exactly what we tell you." one of the men said. "Start taking off your clothes." "You've got to be fucking crazy!" Chris retorted. "Oh yeah?" The other man said. He was holding a gun and he pointed it at Chris' chest. "You do what we say or I'll shoot you now and leave you bleeding in some alley! Or better still..." he pointed the gun at Chris' crotch. "Listen, if it's money you want, I've got plenty. I'll pay, ok?" Chris felt the fear rising. The man with the gun asked, "What's your ATM card number?" Chris lied and told him a bogus number. "Ok, Carlos, go downstairs and try it out." he said to the other man. "If you can't get any money, I'll shoot this fucker." Fearing for his life, Chris quickly told them his real pin number. "I told you, no funny business, or I'll blow your balls off!" the gun man pressed the nozzle of his gun on Chris' crotch as Carlos left the room with his card. 10 minutes later he returned carrying a thick wad of cash. His eyes gleamed as he handed some to the other Hispanic. "Fucker's loaded, Julio." Carlos said. "You don't even recognise us, do you?" Julio said. "Tell this white boy who we are." Carlos said. Julio walked towards Chris and kicked him in the balls. Chris immediately doubled over in pain "Do you remember Juanita Lopez?" Julio asked. Chris searched his mind, but had no idea who she was. Was she a broad he'd once fucked? Her name sounded familiar but he couldn't make out where he'd heard it. "White boy don't even remember our sister!" Carlos said. He held out a knife and held it to Chris' neck. "Our sister was raped by one of your clients, the rich and famous Mr Feldman. And you, scumbag, you defended him." "Do you know the pain and humiliation our Juanita suffered?" Julio asked. "Juanita killed herself a few weeks ago. And it is all because of you! You are scum." Carlos spat in Chris' face. Chris remembered the case. Yep, it had been an easy one. He'd painted a picture of Juanita as some sort of desperate immigrant, willing to have sex for a green card. The two men must have been in court that day when the verdict came out. Now, he was definitely nervous and frightened. He looked at both men and noticed that they were both at least 6'2" and their t-shirts stretched right across their chests, revealing taut muscles. Though Chris worked out at the gym regularly, he was no match for these two men who worked with their hands, who were used to hard labour and who looked like they could easily overpower him! "Listen I'm sorry about your sister, but I was only doing my job." Chris tried to soothe things out. "I'll pay you whatever you need, to compensate..." "Hey white boy, your dirty money can never buy our sister or us!" Carlos shouted at him. "Enough talk! Let's get down to business." Julio interrupted. "You will start taking off your clothes. And I mean ALL your clothes. You will dance and act, as if you are enjoying yourself!" he pointed his gun at Chris. Both men stood behind the video cameras and turned them on. "Start now!" Carlos yelled. Chris realised that he was trapped. Whatever these sick men wanted, he'd have to obey. Reluctantly he removed his jacket, followed by his tie. He then took off his shoes and socks. Next he unbuttoned his shirt and took it off to reveal his muscular chest with a light covering of brown hair. He hesitated slightly before he dropped his pants and stepped out of them. He was now clad only in his Armani briefs. He knew that he looked good in those briefs, which outlined his cock and balls slightly. Women often loved it when he flaunted his great body to them. Julio waved his gun at Chris. "Come on guys, you can't..." Chris protested and found Julio punching the right side of his mouth. "Shut up fucker and strip!" Julio demanded. Blushing, Chris looked nervously at the video cameras and hooked his fingers on the waistband of his briefs. He pulled them down to his ankles, then stepped out of them. He felt very awkward standing there completely naked in front of the two men. He was also humiliated to be so vulnerable and exposed to them "Jesus, your white cock ain't much!" Julio uttered as he pointed the gun at Chris's uncut cock, which had shrunken out of fear. "Put your hands behind your head and shake your hips and dance around." Carlos yelled. When Chris hesitated, he said to Julio, "Cut off his balls." Chris immediately shouted no and obeyed. Carlos then got a close-up of Chris dancing, especially that of his cock bouncing. "Ok, turn around, spread your legs and bend over." Julio instructed. Afraid of anymore threats to his manhood, Chris did not hesitate. The camera captured Chris' two perfectly rounded asscheeks. His balls and cock could be seen from behind. "Pull your asscheeks apart." Julio said, enjoying himself. He needed to make the bastard pay for this! He got a good shot of the puckered brown hole covered by a few strands of brown hair. Chris felt his face flush as his most private spot was lewdly exposed. "Put your middle finger inside your dirty asshole, asshole." Carlos laughed as he instructed Chris. Chris was disgusted at the thought but silently obeyed. He then realised that his finger was very dry and it hurt like hell as he tried to force his way in past the sphincters. He winced in pain and took a deep breath to relax his muscles. "Go deeper, shithead." Carlos shouted angrily. And Chris pushed his finger all the way in, crying out in sudden pain. Then suddenly as he found his prostate, his cock began to harden. Chris looked down at his growing erection in surprise. "Ok, sit down on the floor and spread your legs wide apart. Start jerking off your cock." Julio demanded. Chris flushed in humiliation as he obeyed. He grabbed his cock and pumped it. He tried to avoid gazing at the cameras as they caught him obscenely spread out and jerking off. Carlos threw him something and yelled, "Use this!" Chris looked at the 5 inch dilido in his hand. He was shocked! Surely they would not force him to use it... "Fuck yourself with it, white boy!" Carlos barked at him. When Chris did not obey, Carlos got angry, left his camera on autorecord and came towards Chris. He lifted one of Chris' legs up in the air to expose his asshole to the camera. Taking out his knife, he made a slight cut on Chris' balls. Although it was very superficial and hardly drew any blood, Chris screamed. The sight of a grown man screaming was pathetic to Carlos. "Maybe you want me to cut your balls off!" Carlos threatened him. Chris was almost in tears. Taking the dilido in his hand, he licked it wet before inserting it gently into his asshole. It was quite a thin dilido actually but Chris' ass was virgin so it hurt him like hell. It was thicker than his finger. Carlos dropped Chris' leg and said, "Start moaning and jerking off, asshole!" Humiliated, Chris pushed the dilido further into his asshole, wincing with each inch and started rubbing his cockshaft. He fucked himself slowly with the dilido but Julio got impatient and told him to speed it up. His sphincter muscles gradually gave way and eased out. "Look here and smile!" Julio yelled at him. Chris felt totally humiliated as he faced the camera and fucked himself while pumping his cock. After a while, the pain lessened. As the dilido rubbed against his prostate, his cock hardened and began drooling pre-cum. The previously short cock was now extended to its full length of 7 inches. Julio urged him to fuck harder and faster. Chris obeyed, feeling that tingling sensation at the root of his cock building up. He tried desperately to hold back but could not as the dilido rubbed against his sensitive anus. Suddenly he shot his cum high up in the air and it landed on his stomach and pubes. When he had finished cumming, his face wore the expression of total disbelief. Chris prayed that this was just a bad dream. Carlos handed him an electric shaver and told him to shave his legs. The men made sure that he shaved his inner thighs too. Then Carlos pointed at the thick mane of pubes. Chris blushed and shook his head. "You can't be serious!" he uttered in surprise. Carlos waved his knife in Chris' face and Chris grabbed his pubes and started shaving them off. Chris was pretty proud of his pubes, which had been around since his adolescence years. He remembered how he had started growing them ahead of the other guys at school. Now, he was forced to remove them, he thought miserably! The shaver did not remove all the hair, and half an inch of length was left behind. Still, Chris was deeply embarrassed that his proud manly hair had been butchered. Then Julio grabbed his cock. Chris gasped in surprise but did not struggle. Taking out a thin wire, Julio pulled and stretch the foreskin then tied it off, over the head of Chris' cock. The pain was enormous and Chris cried out. The men photographed that before they gave him some clothes to wear. Chris was glad to be able to wear something. He quickly wore the denim cutoffs and vest. To his horror, he realised that the clothes were extremely revealing. The denim material was thin at the crotch and clung to his cock and balls. It only went up as high as his hips, leaving the line of pubes from his crotch to navel and a small patch of short brown pubes exposed. The vest was black and netted, such that his pink nipples poked out. He was given some white sneakers. Turning off the video camera, the men blindfolded him then led him out of the room. They entered a car and drove off. Chapter 3: After 30 mins, Carlos undid the blindfold. His knife was at Chris' crotch. Chris looked out and noticed that they were downtown, in some seedy part of town. Male and female hookers hung around, flaunting themselves at people. Chris looked at them, unable to hide his disgust. "Try anything funny and we'll distribute that videotape to all your friends and colleagues. But first we'll shoot your nuts off!" Carlos laughed as he squeezed Chris' balls. The men ushered Chris into a local pub. When they entered, Chris immediately knew that this was a gay pub. All the men were dressed provocatively and some in leather. He felt his cheeks flushed as they gazed at him appreciatively. His cock burnt in its trapped form. The men ordered beers. Chris was made to drink with them. Everything was paid by his money, which they had obtained from his wallet. After several beers, they moved over to a pool table. There were some 2 other men there. "How 'bout a game guys?" Carlos asked. Both men looked up and then stared at Chris, their eyes resting on the small pubic tuff sticking out of his denim cutoffs. They smiled at him. Chris felt sick to the stomach. "Sure why not." One of the men said. Chris stood by and watched while Carlos and Julio played against the two men. They used his money to bet. Each time they lost, Chris winced, thinking about his hard-earned money being wasted by these low-life scum. After some time, they claimed that they had no more money. "Hey man, you have to pay us!" One of the men said. "Yeah, a bet is a bet." the other one added. "Sorry guys, we don't seem to have any money. All we have is our new slave here..." Julio said, and glanced at Chris. Chris felt the men's eyes on him. He didn't like the looks he was getting. The 4 men gathered together and discussed their situation. He felt uncomfortable as he knew that the men were referring to him. Finally a decision was reached. Julio handed the men a set of keys. One of the men came up to Chris and immediately grabbed Chris' crotch. Chris jumped in surprised and tried to fight him, but he quickly slipped his hand down the inside of Chris' cutoffs. Chris gasped when he felt the cool hand fondling his cock. "Oooh... sure feels nice baby." the man cooed. "Do whatever they ask you coz if you don't, you're really gonna get it." Julio whispered in his ear as he and Carlos left. Chapter 4: Chris' protests were ignored as the two men drove him to a nearby motel. There was nothing Chris could do but follow them because he didn't have any money and he didn't dare wander around this part of town dressed like this. On the way there, they had introduced themselves as Jake and Rob. They couldn't believe their luck that they had won Chris in a game of pool. When they were inside their motel room, Rob quickly pulled Chris onto the bed and started French kissing him. Chris was disgusted by this and of course, tried to pull away. Rob became frustrated and slapped him hard on the face. "What's the matter, bitch?" he demanded. Chris got off the bed and found himself grabbed by Jake who was behind him. "They said that he'd play hard to get. It's his first time!" Jake told his friend. Before Chris could say anything, Rob kissed him again. He began to fondle Chris', nipples and peeled off Chris' vest. Jake unbuttoned his cutoffs and they fell straight to his ankles. Both he and Rob laughed at the sight of Chris' trapped cock. Then Jake buried his face in the trimmed brown bush and licked Chris' cock. When his mouth engulfed the skin-covered head, Chris moaned in pleasure. Jake pushed his legs apart and licked his balls too. Chris could feel everything as he and Rob kissed. He prayed that this would be over soon. Then he felt a wet tongue at his asshole. The fag was rimming his virgin hole! His cock began to harden and it hurt badly since his cockskin was stretched tautly. Finally both men stopped and took off their clothes. Chris' eyes widened in terror when he saw their cocks. He'd always considered himself pretty well endowed, with his 7 inch fat cock. But these two men were at least 9 inches in length and 3 inches in diameter. Jake waved his fat cock in front of Chris' face then pushed his head towards it. Chris closed his eyes and sucked on the cockhead. The taste of pre-cum invaded his mouth and he felt like throwing up. Jake moaned as he pushed his cock in and out of Chris' mouth. He was so excited that it didn't take him long to shoot right into Chris' mouth. Poor Chris was shocked when a large gush of cum entered his mouth and went down his throat. He couldn't spit it out because the cock was still in his mouth. Then Rob replaced Jake and fucked Chris' mouth too. But he didn't come. Instead, he withdrew and lifted Chris' legs. Chris realised what was happening but before he could protest, Rob had entered him. He screamed in pain. Jake set on his face, his balls and asshole was just above Chris' mouth. He forced the young lawyer to suck his balls and lick his asshole. Shocked and disgusted, Chris obeyed. The fear made him lose his erection temporarily. As Rob fucked him roughly and Jake's balls invaded his mouth, Chris could only think about the humiliation and pain. He could feel his ass muscles tearing at the huge cock fucking him. He didn't think things could get worse, but then his cock hardened again. He tried to think of something else, but the pressure on his prostate continued and his poor foreskin was stretched. It was still covering his cock but Chris felt as if it was being ripped away slowly. Rob gripped it and used it to hoist himself towards Chris each time he thrusted. Poor Chris was in pain as his cock was roughly manhandled. After 30 minutes, Rob shouted and shot his cum right into Chris' unwilling asshole. Chris felt the gush of hot cum inside him and was utterly humiliated. Rob dropped his legs and the cum leaked out of Chris' asshole. He then instructed Chris to clean his cock, which Chris reluctantly did. Jake who had watched this, was rock hard now. He turned Chris around and fucked him too, while he was on his side. Chris groaned each time the other man thrusted deep into his bowels. It was as if someone had stuck a hot iron up his ass. He prayed that this would be over soon. The pressure on his prostate brought him towards the edge of orgasm. He could feel it building in his nuts, but he screamed in pain when he came because his cum was trapped inside his foreskin. Some small drops leaked out the hole. Rob was so excited by this that he shot his load inside Chris' well-fucked hole. Then both he and Jake went into the bathroom. Chris heard the shower as he lay there on the bed, bleeding and drenched in cum. When the men were dressed, there was a sudden knock on the door. Carlos and Julio came in, smiling evilly. Both Rob and Jake thanked them ecstatically and left. Chapter 5: After his rape, the men made Chris re-dress in the cutoffs and tshirt. He stanked of cum and when he stood up, some cum leaked out of hisasshole to wet the back of his cutoffs. He was horribly embarrassed and his cock hurt badly. He tried to ask them what they intended to do with him, but they ignored him. Then Carlos took out the 2 hidden cameras in the room. Chris blanched in shock, realising that everything that had happened had been recorded. "We need a little insurance, incase you ever run screaming to the cops!" he said to Chris. The men led Chris further downtown, into the seedy hangouts. Chris was led to several gay bars, where he was blatantly and obscenely flaunted by them. He was humiliated by the thought that everyone would see him like this: dressed obscenely, sitting with his legs apart and displaying a prominent hard-on. He was ordered to dance with anyone approaching him and let them run their hands on his body. Throughout the night, various men approached him and fondled him roughly. To anyone watching, it would seem as if he was asking for it! The men ordered various alcoholic drinks, paying with Chris' money and made Chris drink a lot. As the night wore on, Chris felt his bladder getting fuller and fuller. He desperately needed to piss but he didn't like the idea of using any toilets in these kinds of places. But when he felt as if he was going to burst, he told the men he needed to go. To his surprise, both men led him to the toilets. Carlos pulled the zipped down, and Chris' cutoffs fell to his ankles. He blushed as his swollen cock was exposed in such a public place. "OK, go ahead." Carlos pointed at a small cubicle. Chris stared at the dirty toilet in disgust and realise that he was expected to piss with his cockhead trapped. He nervously turned around and tried to release his stream of piss. Impatient, Julio slapped him hard on the ass and suddenly he lost bladder control. But instead of coming out in a straight line, Chris' piss accumulated under his foreskin, mixed with his cum. Some of it sipped out of a tiny hole in the foreskin, slowly. Chris could not control his bladder and could only watch in horror as yellow piss slowly dripped out of his cock. He heard a click and realised that the cubicle door had been closed. "What's going on here guys?" Chris asked, the panic in his voice rising. "You gonna learn to service, scum lawyer." Carlos said. "Put your ass at the glory hole!" Julio told him. Chris looked around in confusion and then he saw the holes on both walls of the cubicles. Suddenly someone entered the toilet and got into the cubicle next to Chris. He heard the sound of the other man pissing into the toilet, then he saw the enormous cock being stuck through the hole. Chris stared at the cock in horror, and realised what this was. When he didn't do anything, he heard the other man shout out. "Hey buddy, what's up?" he yelled. "Yeah kid, what's da matter?" Carlos chimed in. Chris was frightened that the men would leave him here like this. Reluctantly, he bent down and took the cock in his mouth. The immediate smell of piss almost made him puke. But the man in the other cubicle groaned in excitement and pleasure as Chris sucked his cock. After some minutes, he came inside Chris' mouth. Chris was too shocked to withdraw and when he did, cum splattered all over his face. Then someone else entered the cubicle on the other side. Since the cubicles were fairly small, he could reach under and grab Chris's legs. He removed the cutoffs and spread the legs apart, pulling them towards him such that Chris' exposed ass was right at the glory hole. Chris screamed in pain when he felt the stranger force his cock into his asshole. He was deeply humiliated by being buttfucked. Another cock had replaced the one in front of his face. The men forced Chris to suck cock and get fucked for more than one hour. Chris felt as if every fag in town had had a piece of his once virgin ass. He cried out in pain each time he was raped and felt like puking each time he had to take the cock in his mouth. After what seemed like hours, the fucking stopped. Julio and Carlos opened the cubicle door to find an exhausted Chris on the toilet floor. They looked at him in disgust and handed him his shorts. Chris winced in pain as he stepped into the cutoffs and walked out of the toilets. Everyone at the bar stared at him, some giving appreciative whistles. Chapter 5: Dressed obscenely and nursing a very sore ass, the men finally led Chris to a small shop hidden in an alleyway. He was led down a dark corridor into a dark room. Once inside, he was told to strip again. Chris slowly took off his shoes and shorts, wondering what was going on. He felt like a common whore after the fucking in the toilets and wished this nightmare would be over as soon as possible. Suddenly the lights in the room came on and Chris could see some sort of metal in the middle of the room. Carlos smiled at him, his white teeth gleaming in the bright lights and said, "Get on it!" Chris looked closely and his face flushed when he realised that it was one of those examination tables he often heard of women being subjected to. There were even stirrups by the sides of the table. Reluctantly, he laid on the table, feeling goosebumps on his asscheeks as his skin touched to the cold metal surface. Suddenly another Hispanic man entered the room. Chris looked up in humiliation and surprise. He put his hands over his crotch, trying to cover himself. "This the guy?" he asked Julio and Carlos. "Yeah, Juan, da man." Julio said. Juan picked Chris' legs up and tied to the stirrups. Chris looked at the two men and begged them to release him. He was really afraid of what they might do to him. "Ohhhh pretty baby..." Juan cooed as he softly caressed Chris' hair, then moved his hand down to Chris tits. "Ain't nothing bad gonna happen, baby." he whispered in Chris'as Chris felt his wet tongue in his ear. Then the man took Chris' arms and cuffed them to the sides of the table. He shook his head as he looked at Chris' crotch disapprovingly. "I'll fix that." he nodded at the men. Chris watched in horror as Juan pushed out a metal tray containing various instruments on them. What was going on, he wondered. Juan took a small pair of tweezers, attached to a large handle. Chris couldn't see what it was connected to but when Juan started to tweeze his chest hairs, he screamed in agony. "Shut the fuck up!" Juan shouted at him angrily. "I can't work like this. Gag him." he threw the other two men a small dilido. To Chris' horror they held his nose till he opened his mouth, then they stuffed it down his throat. It was strapped to his face and left there, muffling his cries as Juan used the electrolysis tool to remove his chest hair. Juan stopped for a moment and said, "Gotta take some before pictures." He left the room then returned with a camera. After snapping some shots from various angles of Chirs' obscenely exposed asshole dripping out cum, he resumed the electrolysis. He removed the hair from Chris' navel to his thick pubic mane, then worked on the hairs on his balls and his exposed asshole. The men smiled at the sight of Chris' hairlessness. Carlos ran his fingers across the soft smooth skin of Chris' balls, the snapped a couple of shots. When Juan picked up the electrolysis tool again and worked on his pubes, Chris started crying. Large drops of tears rolled down his cheeks as he tried to beg through the gag. He didn't want to be bald permanently down there - this was so humiliating! Finally Juan was finished - he had not removed all of Chris' pubes, but patches of it such that what remained consisted of several thin lines in zig-zag. They resembled multiple lightning bolts. Then Juan took out a small bottle and rubbed its contents into the pubes. "Ok, we need to leave this here for a few minutes." he said. Then Juan pinched Chris' nipples and rolled them between his fingers till they were hard. Chris winced in pain, wondering what more was going to happen. He screamed into the gag when Juan pierced his left tit with a needle and inserted a ring into it. He did the same thing to the right tit. "Need to make sure they stay on." Juan mumbled, as he applied an adhesive to the nipple rings. My poor nipples, Chris thought. But then Juan aimed the needle against Chris' big balls. He screamed again as he felt the pain and almost fainted but Carlos kept slapping his face. Then Juan wiped away the liquid from Chris pubes. Chris stared in horror as his pubes were now bleached white and his balls were pierced - small loops were attached to the bottom of his scrotal sac! He thought it was truly over but Juan took out yet another instrument. When he heard the sound and felt the pain, Chris knew that he was being tattooed. He couldn't see what was being drawn or written on him. After this was over, they uncuffed his legs and turned him onto his stomach. Chris felt the tattoo gun working on his butt. He felt so exhausted and his whole body ached. Chris passed out. Chapter 6: A barking dog woke Chris up. He moaned and open his eyes slightly. Hang on, where was he??? He looked around at his surroundings. He appeared to be in some dirty alleyway. And then he realised that he was completely naked and the events of the night before came back to him. He looked down at his body and almost cried out in horror at the pierced swollen tits, white-bleached pubes and blue foreskin. He held his cock in his hand and examined it. The wire was still tightly wound around his foreskin and the skin looked dead. He panicked and worried about his cock. Thoughts about his precious manhood flooded his mind. He tried to tug it off or twist it but it was surprisingly hard and could not be removed! He knew that he had to get it off because his bladder was full. He stood up and swayed a bit. His whole body ached, especially his ass. Chris blushed in humiliation as he thought about how he'd been fucked last night. How was he going to get home in his current state of nudity? He couldn't afford to be seen like this! He looked around and saw some large garbage bins. Wrinkling his nose in disgust, Chris opened the one nearest to him and sieved through the rubbish. He found a skimpy and torn piece of what used to be a t-shirt and quickly put it on. He couldn't find any pants but managed to obtain a pair of torn blue shorts. When he put them on, he realised that they were extraordinarily tight and short. He left the alley and looked around, studying the streets and tried to work out how to get into his apartment. He reasoned out that he couldn't hail a cab or drive, so he'd have to walk. Luckily, the men had dumped him about 30 mins from his apartment. He walked as quickly as he could and avoided people. Those who did see him stopped and gasped at the tear in his shorts, exposing a buttcheek or his lack of shoes. Some whistled at him. He blushed in humiliation, but ignored them. When he reached his apartment building, he explained quickly to the doorman about how he'd been robbed and lost the keys to his place. The other man eyed him, especially his crotch and smiled before he consented. When Chris entered his apartment, he immediately set about trying to find some pliers to remove the wire but when he tried to, the two long ends broke off. To his horror, the wire was still tied around his cockskin. Chris realised that he needed medical attention and quickly showered and changed into new clothes. Then he grabbed some extra money at home and hailed a cab to a the emergency clinic at the local hospital. The nurse looked up as the good-looking man came in and approached the reception desk. His blue eyes looked wild and his hair was damp. He said, "I need to see a doctor now!" She handed him a white form and said, "Please fill this out and the doctor will be with you in 30mins." "I don't have 30mins, this is an emergency!" Chris said rudely tossing aside the form. Nurse Mary was annoyed by the stranger. She tried to explained that the doctor had other patients and that there were also other emergencies but he didn't seem to listen. He kept insisting that he had to see the doctor. Since he made such a loud fuss, she relented but told him that he'd still have to fill in the form. 10 mins later, Chris entered the Doctor's examination room. The doctor was in his mid-forties with hazel eyes and grey hair. He looked up in appreciation at Chris. "I'm Doctor Hays and what seems to be the problem today?" he asked. Chris looked around and made sure that all the doors were closed, before he replied, "I've got a serious problem Doc. It's.... rather private." He unzipped his pants and dropped his boxers. He blushed in humiliation as he noticed the doctor's eyes widen at the sight of his pubes and cock. Dr Hays was amazed at the sight of the young man before him. Certainly he had everything to be worried about... he wondered how his cock had gotten to this state. Probably some sex play gone too far, he thought. "You need to take off your pants completely and lay on this table." Dr Hays pointed at an examination table. Reluctantly Chris complied and felt silly in his short t-shirt. The doctor spread his legs and took hold of his cock. He rubbed the cockshaft and ran his thumb over the foreskin. He was drawn by the words "whore" on Chris' balls. He told Chris that he needed to do a quick prostate examination and flipped the young man over. "Draw your knees up towards your shoulders "We need to do an immediate circumcision on you." he told Chris. Chris opened his mouth to protest, but then realised that it was hopeless. The men had meant to do him irrecoverable harm and now he'd have to trim his precious manhood. He nodded. "The nurse will give you some consent forms to sign." Dr Hays said. "I'll be back in few minutes." He turned around and left the room. To Chris' humiliation, the same nurse at the receptionist desk entered the room. He closed his legs and covered his groin with his hands. Mary looked at the man then said, "Sir I need to prep you for surgery. Please remove your hands. And I need you to sign these forms." Chris shook his head, "I don't want you here!" he exclaimed. Mary was quite annoyed at the man for being so rude. "I still need your signature on the forms." Reluctantly Chris took one hand off his crotch, held the pen Mary gave him and signed the forms without reading them. Then he placed his hand back. "Ok, turn around then." Mary said. "Why?" Chris asked. "The doctor said that you need a tetanus shot." Mary replied, as she took out a large syringe and filled it with liquid from a vial. "What for?" Chris asked rudely. Mary was really getting sick of the rude young man. Good-looking or not, his tone was condescending and arrogant. "Doctor's orders! Apparently you were exposed to some metal or something. Now turn over." she responded shortly. Reluctantly Chris flipped over, unaware that the word "fuck me" were tattooed on his butt cheeks. Mary's eyes widened in surprise at the words but didn't say anything. She grabbed one of his cheeks and stuck the needle in. Chris yelled out in pain, then shut up as he began to feel a bit dizzy. The nurse turned him around and though he tried to push her away, he felt as if he lost control of his arms. What the heck was going on? When Mary saw Chris' crotch, she smiled smugly. She placed Chris' legs on a pair of stirrups attached to the table then pushed them apart such that his legs were wide apart, leaving his genitals and asshole exposed. Chris couldn't fight her but he felt humiliated to be exposed like this. Then Mary used a gauzed and rubbed Iodine over the white pubes, balls and cock. She left the room and returned with Dr Hays and a male nurse. "Scalpel." Hays said. He grabbed Chris's cock and sliced off the foreskin. Mary dabbed the wound with a sterile gauze. The doctor said, "Finish up for me please, nurse. I'm running late for another patient." "Yes doctor." Mary replied. Chris watched as Mary opened a packet of black sterile suture. She'd selected the largest size with a big needle. He winced when she dug the needle into his wound and stitched it up. She worked slowly and halfway through Chris felt the local anaesthetic wearing off. He mumbled something and tried to tell the nurses that he could feel the pain but they ignored him. Soon the pain became unbearable and he began trashing his legs. "Stop it!" Mary said. "Do you want me to stick it in the wrong place?" Chris shook his head and opened his mouth, but all that came out was saliva. He simply couldn't talk! When Mary finally finished, she and Mitch looked at the ugly wound. She had purposefully used the large suture and left ugly stitches such that Chris would eventually be left with a large ugly scar. Mitch dabbed away the blood with a gauze then used some water to clean Chris' pubes and balls off the Iodine. He took out a thick catheter and inserted it into Chris piss-slit. It burnt like hell and Chris' eyes watered. Yellow piss streamed out into a plastic bag. Suddenly there was the sound of a horn blowing in the room, signaling an emergency elsewhere. Both nurses quickly got up and left. Chris realised that he was all alone in the room, naked and exposed. They hadn't even uncuffed his legs. He tried to call out to somebody to help him but he couldn't move his muscles. Only his eyes remained opened as he lay there helplessly. Then he heard voices. "We can put them here." someone said. "Oh, there's another patient here." another said. "That's ok, he's done. Let's move him." Nurse Mary said. Chris looked on as two men unlocked the metal table he was on and wheeled it out of the room. There were many people in the corridor, but the men made no efforts to cover him up. He was deposited along the side of the corridor, completely helpless and naked, the catheter still inside his cock. This was horribly humiliating. Everywhere around him, people were running about. It seemed like some big emergency had occurred. Some people stopped and stared at him. They were drawn to his pubes and the tattooed words on his balls. Chris mumbled incoherently and tried to call someone, anyone to take him elsewhere. Chapter 7: He was left there for 30 mins, at which practically everyone had seen him naked. After that, the drugs started to wear off and he could move his muscles again. Desperately, he quickly uncuffed his ankles and sat up on the examination table. He looked at the catheter sticking out of his cock and tried to pull it out, but it hurt like hell. The nurse had used a syringe to inflate the balloon, so it was stuck inside him indefinitely. Suddenly he felt a flash and bright lights on him. Chris turned around and to his horror, he found a microphone right thrusted in front of his face. "Sir, can you tell us the situation here?" An attractive young lady asked him. Chris noticed that he was being filmed. Shit, these were reporters! He quickly placed his hands on his crotch. What the hell was going on, he wondered? "Hey, aren't you Hughes's defense attorney?" one man shouted suddenly. All eyes turned to the naked Chris, who blushed under the lights and cameras. "Mr Evans, were you injured in the shootout?" the lady asked. "Mr Evans, what actions do you intend to take against these people who've injured your client?" another reporter asked. Chris stared at all of them dumbly. Hughes was one of his former clients, whom he had defended against a rape and assault charge several months ago. There was no doubt that Hughes had been guilty but through cunningness and dirty tactics, Chris had managed to discredit the rape victim and free his client of all charges. It was a sensational case because Hughes was the son of a prominent senator. If Chris hadn't been so groggy from the drugs, he would have advised himself to shut up. Instead he muttered, "What shootout?" The reporters looked at each other than back at Chris. For the first time, they noticed that Chris was completely naked and clutching his groin. "Mr Evans, aren't you here because of your client?" one lady asked. Suddenly a teen burst into the room and shouted, "Fuck you all!!!" He looked around then saw Chris. "You scum!!!" he shouted furiously, then ran towards Chris. He was holding something in his hand and Chris immediately pulled his arms up to defend his head. "Bloody fag!" the teen said then punched him in the stomach. He dragged Chris off the table and started beating him up. Chris immediately tried to fight back, unaware that he was exposing his whole naked body to the cameras. Everyone was riveted by the sight of the naked lawyer with the words "Fuck me" tattooed on his asscheeks. Then the teen hit him on the nose, and he fell onto the floor. He immediately straddled Chris and hit his face. As Chris tried to shield his face, the reporters caught sight of his spread legs and exposed groin. The word "Whore" was tattooed on his balls. Chris managed to throw in a punch and push the teen onto the floor. Forgetting that he was totally naked and being filmed on tv, he set out to beat the boy. The boy shouted in pain, as Chris broke his nose. He remembered the kid now. He was the sister of the college student who'd been raped. He'd swore revenge on Hughes and Chris on the day of the trial, after the verdict came out. Just at that moment, a voice shouted, "There he is!" "Freeze, or we'll shoot!" another said. Chris and the teen stopped in mid-act. Chris realised that he'd just been filmed fighting with the boy and he was completely naked. The sight of the two men on the floor completely threw the two uniformed cops off that they stared dumbly at first. Then they approached Chris and the teen. Each cop pulled each man and quickly handcuffed their arms behind each other. "No..." Chris said, as he realised that all cameras were on him. But the cops ignored him. They led him, naked, handcuffed and totally exposed to the whole world, out of the clinic into a police van. Chris blushed in total humiliation as he was exposed to everyone, the catheter still hanging out of his newly circumcised cock. He knew that his life was over. Chapter 8: Chris made the headlines that day. Bigger headlines than the son of a prominent senator getting shot in the balls. The reporters managed to piece together some of the story. One newspapers wrote... "...Angered at the justice system for letting his sister's rapist go, young Andy Wakefield had bought an illegal gun and shot the senator's son and a few of his frat brothers. Hughes' attorney was not there at the time and it was only coincidental that he was at the same hospital the men were brought to. Interviews with staff of the clinic revealed that Evans had visited the hospital based on personal and sexual problems..." Some tabloids had managed to get the gory details of Chris' medical "problem" and reported that he had weird sexual practices. Details of his sexual orgy at the glory holes were also exposed. The publicity ended Chris' career with his law firm and destroyed his reputation. Both he and Andy Wakefield were charged in court. The senator's son was now a eunuch, but he still lived. Chris was arraigned for assaulting a minor (Andy was only 16) and sentenced to a 12 month prison term. A few days after his arrests, several obscene videos featuring Chris were released to the press and pornography industry. The videos and pictures made their way to the internet, available for all to see. Many of his friends were so disgusted with them, that they stopped being his friends. On the day Chris arrived at prison, he was subjected to a lengthy physical. The sadistic guards, with no remorse, took detailed pictures of his pubes, cock and balls. And long anal search was also performed, before he was led, limping to his cell. There were two other prisoners in his cell. After the guards left, one of them said, "So, you're the hotshot fag lawyer!" Chris saw two large and burly men eyeing him appreciatively. "Looks like we're gonna have lots of fun." the other said, resting his hand on Chris' shoulder. Chris looked out into the dim corridor. There was no one else around, no one else to hear him and no one to call for help. It was going to be a long 12 months...