BANGKOK SOJOURN
Chapter 1
I have recovered sufficiently from my recent visit to Thailand that I think I can sit here in front of this computer long enough to write the story about what happened to me while there. It seems best to do that now, before time alters or even erases the strong memories I am able to draw on right now, so here goes.
I had flown to Bangkok for personal reasons, which were taken care of the day after my arrival, and rather than go back to my hotel room to spend the hours that had to pass by before my next appointment, I walked a short distance to a nearby bar that had been recommended by the person I had talked to that afternoon. It was already full dark by the time I arrived at the place, but given the gaudy lighting of its sign, I had no trouble locating it, and soon found myself seated on a bar stool, drink in hand.
Before I had polished off even half the drink, a man sat down on the stool beside me, even though there were several others that were unoccupied. He explained his familiarity by immediately asking, "Yank, eh?" and I answered in the affirmative, because he seemed harmless enough, and his accent had already told me he was a native English speaker.
He continued, "I'm from England and I've been in this godforsaken country for several years. Every now and then I get horny to hear the mother tongue, even it it's what you Americans think of as English."
His good-natured smile softened the implied insult, and I accepted his approach with a smile of my own, glad enough to not have to get out my guide book in order to talk to somebody. We exchanged names (he was "Joe" and I was "Glenn") and told each other what part of our respective countries we were from, and then talked back and forth about all the trivial things two people would in that situation.
At last, though, the conversation turned to sex, as they all seem to do when it's two males doing the talking.
"Have you been planning to take in one of the sex shows this city has to offer?" he asked.
When I replied that I wouldn't mind doing that, but had no idea how to find such a thing, he quickly added, "Glenn, my good fellow, you're in luck. In fact, this just may be the luckiest night of your entire life. Mostly because I own a club here in town that is well-known for how hot its shows are. If XXX means a show is super hot, then mine would have to be classified at least as XXXXXX. You've never in your life even dreamed of what goes on up there on the stage, but since you're such a nice guy, I'm going to take you there with me tonight so you can see for yourself."
Well, I doubted very much that he had any idea how extreme my "dreams" actually were, but the first drink was by that time gone, and since I rarely drank anything stronger than beer, I was feeling pretty mellow, to say the least. So I said, "Well, if I can afford it, I'll take you up on that."
He just chuckled, saying, "No charge, my friend. Tonight you're going to be my guest of honor, and I guarantee it'll be a night you'll never forget."
He then signalled the bartender, calling out, "Bring this fine fellow one of your specials, Gan. Make sure you use the strong stuff for my friend Glenn, here."
The drink that was soon sitting before me was a beautiful swirl of red, orange, and yellow, and my first tentative sip told me it tasted really good, as well as being strong enough to make me regret it later. I took several more sips from it, always accompanied by Joe's own sips and toasts to the wonderful night we were going to have. Then, when there was one last swallow left in the glass, he took a pill box from his pocket, opened it, and held out a tablet to me.
I recognized right away that what he was giving me was Viagra, and at my hesitation to take it from his hand, he said in a conspiratorial tone of voice, "Glenn, my friend, believe me when I say that you're going to need to have the best hardon of your life tonight. After all, you don't want to go soft when some of those beautiful ********* of Thailand need your services, do you?"
I was far enough gone by then that all I could do was agree with him, and when he held out the pill once again, I took it from his hand and washed it down with the dregs of the drink I was still holding. That seemed to be what he'd been waiting for, and he slid off his stool and took my arm in his. Almost pulling me from my own stool, he said, "We need to get going. With the traffic in this town, it'll take us about half and hour to get to my club, and we don't want to keep them waiting for us, do we?"
Still holding my arm in his strong grip, he escorted me to the rear door of the bar, explaining that he always parked behind the place to keep people from scratching the paint job on his car. When we walked up to his vehicle, even in my semi-***** state I could understand why he was so careful of it, because it was nothing other than a Lamborghini Spyder, and I was immediately consumed with jealousy.
He unlocked the passenger side and helped me in, then closed the door and walked around and got behind the wheel. As the engine warmed, he continued to tell me about his club, and how exciting the evening's performance promised to be.
"Glenn, what's going to be done to a man on the stage tonight will be absolutely the most-spectacular performance anyone around here has ever seen. I guarantee there won't be a dry pussy or a limp cock in the entire place, which seems to be how it always is. Tonight, though, should be something far beyond anything my customers have ever seen.
"I'm really lucky to have the best pair of torturers in all of Bangkok, if not all the world. They're known far and wide as "The Twins," probably because they really are identical twins. I've never known exactly how old they are because it's really hard to judge the age of the natives here, and the girls have never told me when they were born. I do know they're older than teenagers, but not by much, so I'm guessing they're probably in their mid-twenties.
"What makes them so special is that when they were little girls several of the men in their ****** ***** them, and they've hated our gender ever since. When they have a man to work on, like they will tonight, they know all the special ways to make him suffer.
"I've seen them fill a guy's cock and balls with needles so thick his things looked like a porcupine's tail, and I've watched them use blowtorches on other men. By the way, did you have any idea a cock would actually burst into flame if it's heated to just the right temperature? Well, believe me, it will, and it's something you'll never forget if you ever see it done.
"They have a special torture they developed a couple years ago where they inject quick-hardening plastic in a guy's things, then when it can't shrink to get away from them, they start at the head and completely remove his cock and balls by cutting off tiny bits and pieces. The first time I saw them do that to a fella, it took the girls more than an hour to remove every trace of his naughty bits. Damn, that was hot!
"Now, I don't know what they have planned for tonight's show, but they promised me it would be hotter than anything ever before. Not only that, but the guy they're going to work on will scream until his throat's so raw he won't be able to make a sound. They told me, too, that by the time they get done with him, his favorite toy will be just a fond memory. Of course, given that they always completely destroy the guy's cock and then get rid of it, that won't be anything different, will it?"
By the time he had told me all that, my imagination was running wild as I recalled all the times I had served as a "boy toy" for other men. They certainly hadn't done things quite that extreme to me, but I had always wanted them to take my torture to the next level. Maybe tonight I would see a man getting some of the things I had been fantasizing about for many years.
Joe startled me by reaching over with one hand and fondling my erection through my trousers. My dick had been getting stiffer by the minute as both the Viagra and his descriptions fired my libido, but when it felt his caresses I'm sure it grew another inch.
He said, "We'll be at the club in about two minutes, and then I'll turn you over to Virote (he pronounced it 'Wii-rot-ee' and told me it meant 'very strong'). He's the one who gets the guests ready for the show, and I'm sure you'll understand where he got his name when you see him. Anyway, I suggest you just do as he says, because you definitely don't want to get him pissed off at you."
Still chuckling at his little joke, he turned off the street and entered a driveway that took us behind what I assumed was his club. At least, there was a sign beside the rear door that read "Joe's," and nothing else. There were several other cars parked there, and all of them had the appearance of being rentals, although they were definitely upscale when compared to the Hyundai I had driven that day.
As Joe helped me out of his Spyder, I heard the sound of a door opening and used almost every ounce of my strength to turn my head toward it. That was when I saw a man so huge that I could scarcely believe he was a native, because all the others I'd seen that day had been smaller than my own 5'-10". I understood then what Joe meant by his name fitting his size.
Virote hurried up to us, then as he grasped one of my biceps in his oversize hands, Joe said, "Have him ready in half an hour, Virote. Are all the guests here?"
The giant rumbled, "All here, sir. Everyone paid in cash as usual, and it's locked in your safe."
Joe replied, "Excellent. I'll go on in and get them warmed up. You know the routine, I'm sure. Make sure he's ready on cue."
Virote said nothing further, but his intentions were clear enough when he gripped my arm even more tightly and literally dragged me through the rear door of the club. I suppose Joe must have followed us inside, but my head seemed to be incapable of independent action and all I could do was stare at the hallway ahead of me as I was propelled to a room at the end of it.
Once we were inside Virote released my arm, then growled, "Get clothes off! Now!"
I must have stood there unmoving for too long to suit him, because he drew back one huge fist to get my attention, then repeated, "Strip! Or me hurt you!"
Luckily a tiny part of my brain was still functioning, and it ordered my hands to unbutton my shirt, then push it over my shoulders. As it fell to the floor I was already stepping out of my shoes, and then my socks were stripped off as I struggled to balance on one leg.
Opening my belt was almost beyond my ability, but the sight of Virote's fist again ready to strike gave me enough incentive to at last release the buckle. The button and zipper were soon taken care of, and then in a heartbeat my trousers were around my ankle.
At that point, I felt a flash of embarrassment that I was displaying the largest hardon of my life, as demonstrated by the head protruding above my undershorts. Another threatening grunt was enough to overcome my shame, and soon I was stepping out of both trousers and underwear. Then all I could do was stand there under Virote's gaze, my distended penis bobbing up and down with arousal.
I was guided to a nearby table, where I was ordered to stand with my butt against its top and then lean over backwards. As I complied with that order, my legs were pushed apart, and Virote began to trim my pubic hair with a pair of scissors, pausing to tease me a couple of times by opening the blades and placing them around my erection. He would say, "Say bye-bye to him, little man," before breaking into raucous laughter at the expression that must have been on my face.
When the hair had been suitably shortened, the giant completed the job by using shave cream and a straight razor to render my crotch as hairless as it had been when I was born. Then, pronouncing me ready for the show, he told me to stand up.
It took him just a few seconds to remove his own clothes, and when the bulge I had been staring at was at last revealed to me, I could see his own penis was a perfect match for his size. It had to have been more than ten inches long, and was at least twice the diameter of my own organ that now looked so puny when compared to his monster. I was almost overcome with the desire to fall to my knees in front of him and give him the same sort of pleasure I had given so many other men. That was not part of his plans, though.
Again gripping my upper arm, the giant drew me to the door we had entered just minutes earlier, then back up the hallway to another that he opened. I was dragged through that one in turn, and then he came to a halt as he whispered in my ear, "No talk now."
So, what else could I do but stand there in silence, although the truth be known I think I was so ***** from the special drink I'd been served that I was far beyond the ability to speak.
As my eyes grew accustomed to the dim light in the room, I realized we were standing at the side of a stage, behind the edge of the opened curtains. There was a man standing in the center of the stage holding a microphone, and I immediately recognized him as Joe, and he was just as naked as I, and like Virote and me, he also had an erection.
He said, "Honored guests, it is truly a pleasure to have you here at Joe's. I know most of you have been here before, so I don't need to tell you that what you're going to see tonight will pass all limits of extreme torture and depravity."
It was only then that I realized there were several people seated in a double semicircle in front of the stage, every one of them just as naked as I. The men were displaying erections equal to mine, and every nipple on every breast was standing proud.
Those seated in the arc closest to the foot-high platform where we were standing were sitting on normal chairs, although they were well padded and looked very comfortable. Those seated behind that row were sitting in elevated chairs, equally padded. My brain, which has always been obsessed with counting, told me there were twelve people of both sexes sitting in the front row, while behind them were twenty more, also representing both genders. Then, as my numbers-obsessed brain told me they had paid a total of $1,600,000 (!!!) to watch a man being tortured and nullified, my only thought was that, once again, I was glad Joe had granted me free entry.
There was loud applause and cheering from the audience to signify their approval, and then he continued, "Once again, I know I don't need to regale you with descriptions of our torturers, or what they love to do to men. Their reputations precede them, so without further ado, I give you "THE TWINS"!
At that moment, the spotlight that had been centered on Joe swept across to the opposite side of the stage from where Virote and I were standing. It stopped moving when it was centered on two of the most-beautiful women, "girls" actually, that I had ever seen. They stood there totally at ease with their own nudity, waving at the crowd and smiling broadly. Like mine, their own crotches had been shaved totally bald, and the moisture on their inner thighs was easy to see.
Joe continued, "Ladies and gentlemen, I know Mai Lin (he indicated the one on the right, who raised one hand and waved at the audience) and Mai Li (she repeated her sister's greeting) need no introductions from me. All but a handful of you have watched them at work at least once before, and the rest have heard of them from your friends, since you wouldn't be here if you hadn't been highly recommended by people I know. Of course, the $50,000 per-ticket charge eliminates the casual onlookers, doesn't it?"
That brought more laughter from the audience, but even in my semi-***** condition I was stunned to think that anyone could afford to pay that much money to watch a man being tortured by two girls, lovely as they were. I remember thinking that I was lucky that Joe had befriended me in that bar, and he wasn't charging me to watch the show.
And then, my new friend's next words penetrated the haze that numbed my brain, and I felt a surge of shock as I began to understand what they implied.
BANGKOK SOJOURN
Chapter 2
"And now, dear friends, it's time for you to meet tonight's guest of honor. He came to us all the way from America, and is really excited to be here so you can watch what the girls do to him. Ladies and gentlement, meet my new friend, Glenn!"
A third spotlight then focused on the edge of the curtain which hid us from the audience's view, and as if that was his cue, Virote pulled me forward with his grip even stronger and more-painful than ever. I could hear a tiny part of my brain screaming at me, "RUN! GET OUT OF HERE! DON'T LET THEM DO THIS!"
The larger part, though, was calmly reassuring me by repeating time and again, "You've wanted this all your life. Now it's going to happen."
Torn by indecision, all I could do was stumble along beside the big man, my arm going numb under his strong grip, and my drug-controlled penis continuing to bob up and down, as if demonstrating its eagerness for the twins' attentions.
Joe then added, "There's no question Glenn is ready for tonight's festivities, as I'm sure you can all see. I'm sure the hardon he's displaying for us is the biggest he's ever had, which is nice, since it's the last he'll ever have."
That brought even more cheering and applause, accompanied by the sound of feet stomping on the floor as the onlookers worked themselves into a frenzy. With every fiber of my being I knew they would tear me to pieces if I disappointed them by turning and running, and so I didn't. Gathering my courage, I forced my legs to stop trembling and to walk alongside Virote as if I wanted nothing more in the world than to be given to the beautiful girls waiting for me at center stage.
When the two of us came to a halt facing the twins, they each took one of my hands in theirs, then used their free hands to caress and stroke my throbbing member. Lin then turned to the audience and said in an evil tone of voice, "Won't be long now!" That brought more laughter, along with several ribald comments, and then as the girls led me to another part of the stage, the watchers began to chant, "Yes! Yes! Yes!," as if trying their best to make the girls hurry.
At that moment, another spotlight beamed down on something that looked for all the world like nothing but a simple slab of wood standing on end. It was easily three inches thick and eighteen wide, with the bottom end undoubtedly fastened to the floor of the stage and the top to the ceiling far above, where it disappeared into darkness. There was a small platform, or box, sitting on the floor at the base of the post, but the most bafflling of all were two shiny metal pipes that had been bent in huge "J" shapes. They were fastened to opposite edges of the slab, and were at the height of my head above the floor. Somehow their simple shapes were very ominous to my staring eyes, even though I had no idea as to their purpose.
The three of us came to a halt in front of the huge post, and as she pointed to the box resting there, Li said, "Up. Stand on it."
I forced my feet to lift themselves one by one until I was standing on the small platform facing the audience, and then just stood there quietly, surrendering myself and the fate of my penis to the twins.
I didn't have to wait long, because as soon as I was in position Lin commanded, "Raise arms. Put over hooks."
Thanks to the box I was standing on, my armpits were at the height of the two J-hooks, and moving all on their own my hands raised themselves high in the air. Then my arms took over and stretched themselves out to my sides before dropping my hands once again to my sides. The pipes were about two inches in diameter, so they weren't really all that uncomfortable, but deep inside me I knew that was going to be the least of my problems.
Wasting no time, the girls drew my hands behind the post, where I could feel a rope being wrapped around my wrists, drawing them tightly together. Not content with that, they continued wrapping turn after turn of the rope around my lower arms, with the result that my elbows were soon touching, and the stretching that caused made me whimper in pain. Li chuckled deep in her throat at my discomfort, and said, "Soon little man forget all about sore arms. Little pee-pee be very hurting very soon."
The onlookers must have appreciated that sentiment, based on their cries of approval.
As they resumed their postions beside my body, Lin ordered, "Now lift feet. Bend knees. Now!"
With no hesitation my legs bent at the knees, and my feet were soon behind me, forcing my crotch widespread by the width of the post. Then, as they'd done with my wrists, Lin and Li began to wrap another rope around my ankles, forcing my feet closer and closer together. In a matter of seconds my crotch was more open than it had ever been, and every part of my genitals was on display to the avid eyes of the women and men seated in front of the stage.
The next part of my preparation gave me a thrill, because Lin grabbed my erection in both hands, then leaned back to stretch it even more. Li was holding a short length of cord that looked just like a boot lace, and in a split second she was double-wrapping it around the base of my member. After pulling the cord so tight it disappeared into my skin, a simple knot was all that was required to ensure that my hardon wouldn't fail me, no matter what was done to it.
Just when I thought my body had been prepared for whatever the girls wanted to do to it, Virote came out of the darkness carrying another board in one of his huge hands. It was probably two inches thick and six inches wide, and at least eight feet in length. One end was square cut, just like any board you'd find in a lumber yard, but the other end had been cut in the shape of a "V," although there was no point on it. Instead, the top of the "V" had a deep, U-shaped notch cut in it.
Again I had no idea what the board was for, but its intended use was made clear when he placed the square end on the floor several feet in front of my suspended and stretched body. He leaned it toward me, and just as the notch was at the level of my waist, the girls took over.
With each holding one edge of the board, they guided it forward, carefully aligning it on my balls. Then, a quick push drove the end under my crotch until it was touching the slab, trapping those precious parts in the notch and holding them out of the way.
Virote had been holding a hammer and three nails in his other hand, and as soon as the plank was situated to the twins' satisfaction, he drove two of the nails into the bottom end of it, securing it to the stage floor. He then stood quietly to one side, still holding the hammer and the remaining nail, and the evil leer on his face as he stared at my purpling dick sent a stab of fear through my whole body.
I don't know where it came from, but I saw Lin holding a glass tube, at least a foot long, in one of her hands, high above her head so the onlookers could see it. Placing one end in her mouth, she made a "tooting" sound, demonstrating that the tube was hollow, and that silly noise made everyone laugh once again.
Saying nothing, she placed one end of the tube against the tip of my penis, and then as her sister held my member in place, she pushed it deep inside me, stopping only when it was against the place where the cord had been tied. My heart was thudding in fear, even though I had no idea what they were going to do to me. All I could think of was a story I'd read a few months ago about a similar tube being inserted in a man's pee hole, and the agonizing thing that had been done to him after it was in place.
The story described how fire ants had been pushed down the tube by a stick that was inserted inside it, which enraged the already ill-tempered creatures. Then, as the tube was slowly pulled out and the stick was slowly pushed in, the ants came in contact with the victim's tender flesh. As expected, they demonstrated their anger by biting and stinging the inner parts of the man's dick, and his descriptions of the agony he felt had remained with me ever since. I couldn't help but wonder if that was what was going to be done to me.
However, instead of filling the tube with enraged ants, the girls did something else. While Li held my penis against the inclined board beneath it, Lin took the hammer and nail from Virote. Smiling sweetly at me, she stood the nail on top of the head, beside the tube, and then expertly drove it completely through my flesh and deep into the board.
She paused to hand the hammer back to the giant and to catch her breath, and then turned to address the audience.
"Is anyone here from Germany?" she asked.
In an instant, a heavyset woman in the front row, seated beside an equally-obese man, held up her hand and cried out, "Ja! Me! We are! My mann, my husband and me, we are German."
Lin then explained her question.
"Tonight's torture is going to be something we've never done before, and it will be really hot for all of us to see it, and listen to him scream. We read about it on the Web a few days ago when we were looking for new things to do to men. We found a place that described things that were done to men by the Nazis during the big war, and we knew we had to do it, too.
"There was a Commandant in one of the concentration camps who had twin ********* who lived in an apartment of their own. Like Li and me, they were lovers and they hated men. Each night they would have a prisoner brought to them and they would torture him. One of their favorite tortures was what we're going to do to Glenn tonight."
Then, pointing at the German lady, she asked, "Do you know about this one, this one that uses the glass tube in his pee-pee?" As the woman shook her head in denial, Lin reached behind the post and brought out two bamboo rods that were at least three feet long.
As the woman saw the rods, she gasped in excitement, then exclaimed, "Ja! Ja! I know this one! I read about, too. Long time ago when little girl, but never forget it. Please do this to him, and maybe I give you husband to do tomorrow night. Okay?"
That brought forth more laughter and exclamations of approval, along with questions about what was going to happen to me. In answer, Lin merely said, "Now we show. You watch."
Again pointing to the German lady, she asked, "What should we do with sticks?"
The woman literally screamed her answer.
"Beat it to death! Kill it! Kill it!"
Making no further answer, except for their evil smiles, the girls took their places on each side of my body, then raised the bamboo rods high above their heads. As the rest of the watchers took up the woman's chant, Lin brought her stick crashing down on my bound and nailed organ, as close to my body as possible.
There is no way I can ever describe the horrible agony that flashed through my entire body as the rod impacted first my flesh, and then the glass tube. I felt the glass shatter and embed itself in that part of me and then I heard the most-horrible shrieking ever. I knew it was my throat making that sound, but I was powerless to stop it, and it went on and on as the girls took turns beating the thing lying on the board. Over and over they brought their rods down, smashing first flesh and then glass with each stroke.
Blood was pouring from the end of my dick, first in a tiny spurt as the rods drove it out, and then in a continuous trickle as the bladders in my organ emptied. As they worked their way from my crotch to the tip, the blood flow slowed and then stopped as there was no more left in my penis. And then, with one final blow to the head to crush the last piece of the tube, the girls stood there, gasping for breath.
That was when the onlookers broke out with fresh applause and yells of approval for the show they had just witnessed. Then, one by one they quieted as Lin held up one hand to draw their attention.
At last she said, "One more part now. Most-important part, so he never again hurt little girls."
I saw Virote holding out a pair of ordinary scissors, which she took in one hand. Li needed no instructions to know her own part, and she pulled the mangled head free of the nail, then stretched the agony-filled tube of flesh far away from my body.
Lin placed the blades around the base of what used to be my penis, and with a final sweet smile, brought them sharply together. I heard the crunch as they met the shards of glass, and then with a final "click" they passed one another, and then I was a eunuch for all time.
Li held her prize high above her head, showing it first to me, and then to the others. Again the cries of approval and excitement rang out, silenced only when Lin held her hand up one final time.
"Now we fuck, okay?"
Apparently no answer was needed, because she and her twin sister wrapped their arms around one another and kissed deeply and fervently. I saw everyone else doing the same thing, or variations on the theme. Women were kissing men while other women kissed other women, and other men kissed other men. Then, as if acting on unheard instructions, everyone grabbed a chair and hurriedly moved it to the side of the room. The floor was covered with a lush carpet, and soon the carpet was covered with writhing bodies as people coupled in all the ways our species has used for thousands of years.
Lin and Li had also settled to the floor of the stage, and as I watched them in reversed position, with their heads buried between the legs of her sister, I felt Virote untying me. As soon as my arms and legs were freed, he picked me up and cradled me in his strong arms, then carried me from the room. As I put one arm around his neck and nestled my head against his chest, I saw Joe following us, his cock still waving with each step and his excitement demonstrated by the spider web of cum that trailed from the head.
Virote carried me back to the room where I had been prepared for the festivities, and there he placed me on my stomach across a small table. He stood behind me holding my legs widespread, and I immediately felt something probing my puckered opening, a sensation familiar to me from long association with other men.
Joe took his expected place in front of my dangling head, and when he grabbed a fistful of hair and pulled my head up to face his crotch, the sight of his erection pointing directly at it caused my mouth to fall open. His organ disappeared inside, and in seconds I felt its head seemingly double in size, and then the wonderful taste of his semen flooded my tongue and I swallowed every drop. I have always assumed that Virote also found his release inside me, but at that point I lost consciousness, and what came next I have no idea.
BANGKOK SOJOURN
Epilogue
My next memory is of awakening in an unfamiliar room, where the sights and sounds and scents told me I was in a clinic or a hospital. As I regained the ability to speak a nurse leaned over my bed and I groggily asked, "Where am I?"
She answered by explaining that I was in the clinic where I had met with a surgeon just hours before Joe took me to his club, where I spent the most-memorable hours of my entire life. She also told me the surgery was had been completely successful, and my body was healing nicely. Then she told me she was going to fetch the doctor, and he would answer any further questions I had.
The man came into the room about five minutes later, and after asking me all the usual questions about how I felt, he asked if I had any questions of my own. I did, of course, the primary one being, "What do I look like down there?"
In answer he pulled down the sheet that covered my naked body, first exposing my chest. He removed two small bandages, and my eyes filled with tears as I saw the beautiful breasts that I had been given. I fervently thanked him, then asked, "But, what about the . . . the other part? Can I see it?"
He smiled as he lowered the sheet still further, then after removing more bandages, held a mirror between my legs. And all I could do was stare and stare at what he'd given me, for it was something I'd dreamed about most of my life.
There, reflected in the mirror was my very own pussy, still red and swollen from the surgery, but definitely something that looked very much like what real women have between their legs.
And then he smiled broadly as he told me, "Our mutual friend, Joe, asked me to tell you that his club has covered all the costs of the operation, plus you'll receive a nice bonus when you're ready to return to America. He said you were the most cooperative and willing subject he's ever had on the stage, and he wants you to know how much he appreciates it. In fact, all the people who watched you being tortured contributed to the expense fund, with their compliments."
With that he called in the nurse and she began replacing the bandages as he left the room. There is nothing much else to tell you about my Bangkok sojourn, as I've always called it, but I would like to add that I think I came out ahead, and all it cost was a little bit of pain and the loss of a part of my body I've always hated.
What more could a woman ask for?
The End
Questions or comments? Please write to me at: sharon_smif@yahoo.com.
Chapter 1
I have recovered sufficiently from my recent visit to Thailand that I think I can sit here in front of this computer long enough to write the story about what happened to me while there. It seems best to do that now, before time alters or even erases the strong memories I am able to draw on right now, so here goes.
I had flown to Bangkok for personal reasons, which were taken care of the day after my arrival, and rather than go back to my hotel room to spend the hours that had to pass by before my next appointment, I walked a short distance to a nearby bar that had been recommended by the person I had talked to that afternoon. It was already full dark by the time I arrived at the place, but given the gaudy lighting of its sign, I had no trouble locating it, and soon found myself seated on a bar stool, drink in hand.
Before I had polished off even half the drink, a man sat down on the stool beside me, even though there were several others that were unoccupied. He explained his familiarity by immediately asking, "Yank, eh?" and I answered in the affirmative, because he seemed harmless enough, and his accent had already told me he was a native English speaker.
He continued, "I'm from England and I've been in this godforsaken country for several years. Every now and then I get horny to hear the mother tongue, even it it's what you Americans think of as English."
His good-natured smile softened the implied insult, and I accepted his approach with a smile of my own, glad enough to not have to get out my guide book in order to talk to somebody. We exchanged names (he was "Joe" and I was "Glenn") and told each other what part of our respective countries we were from, and then talked back and forth about all the trivial things two people would in that situation.
At last, though, the conversation turned to sex, as they all seem to do when it's two males doing the talking.
"Have you been planning to take in one of the sex shows this city has to offer?" he asked.
When I replied that I wouldn't mind doing that, but had no idea how to find such a thing, he quickly added, "Glenn, my good fellow, you're in luck. In fact, this just may be the luckiest night of your entire life. Mostly because I own a club here in town that is well-known for how hot its shows are. If XXX means a show is super hot, then mine would have to be classified at least as XXXXXX. You've never in your life even dreamed of what goes on up there on the stage, but since you're such a nice guy, I'm going to take you there with me tonight so you can see for yourself."
Well, I doubted very much that he had any idea how extreme my "dreams" actually were, but the first drink was by that time gone, and since I rarely drank anything stronger than beer, I was feeling pretty mellow, to say the least. So I said, "Well, if I can afford it, I'll take you up on that."
He just chuckled, saying, "No charge, my friend. Tonight you're going to be my guest of honor, and I guarantee it'll be a night you'll never forget."
He then signalled the bartender, calling out, "Bring this fine fellow one of your specials, Gan. Make sure you use the strong stuff for my friend Glenn, here."
The drink that was soon sitting before me was a beautiful swirl of red, orange, and yellow, and my first tentative sip told me it tasted really good, as well as being strong enough to make me regret it later. I took several more sips from it, always accompanied by Joe's own sips and toasts to the wonderful night we were going to have. Then, when there was one last swallow left in the glass, he took a pill box from his pocket, opened it, and held out a tablet to me.
I recognized right away that what he was giving me was Viagra, and at my hesitation to take it from his hand, he said in a conspiratorial tone of voice, "Glenn, my friend, believe me when I say that you're going to need to have the best hardon of your life tonight. After all, you don't want to go soft when some of those beautiful ********* of Thailand need your services, do you?"
I was far enough gone by then that all I could do was agree with him, and when he held out the pill once again, I took it from his hand and washed it down with the dregs of the drink I was still holding. That seemed to be what he'd been waiting for, and he slid off his stool and took my arm in his. Almost pulling me from my own stool, he said, "We need to get going. With the traffic in this town, it'll take us about half and hour to get to my club, and we don't want to keep them waiting for us, do we?"
Still holding my arm in his strong grip, he escorted me to the rear door of the bar, explaining that he always parked behind the place to keep people from scratching the paint job on his car. When we walked up to his vehicle, even in my semi-***** state I could understand why he was so careful of it, because it was nothing other than a Lamborghini Spyder, and I was immediately consumed with jealousy.
He unlocked the passenger side and helped me in, then closed the door and walked around and got behind the wheel. As the engine warmed, he continued to tell me about his club, and how exciting the evening's performance promised to be.
"Glenn, what's going to be done to a man on the stage tonight will be absolutely the most-spectacular performance anyone around here has ever seen. I guarantee there won't be a dry pussy or a limp cock in the entire place, which seems to be how it always is. Tonight, though, should be something far beyond anything my customers have ever seen.
"I'm really lucky to have the best pair of torturers in all of Bangkok, if not all the world. They're known far and wide as "The Twins," probably because they really are identical twins. I've never known exactly how old they are because it's really hard to judge the age of the natives here, and the girls have never told me when they were born. I do know they're older than teenagers, but not by much, so I'm guessing they're probably in their mid-twenties.
"What makes them so special is that when they were little girls several of the men in their ****** ***** them, and they've hated our gender ever since. When they have a man to work on, like they will tonight, they know all the special ways to make him suffer.
"I've seen them fill a guy's cock and balls with needles so thick his things looked like a porcupine's tail, and I've watched them use blowtorches on other men. By the way, did you have any idea a cock would actually burst into flame if it's heated to just the right temperature? Well, believe me, it will, and it's something you'll never forget if you ever see it done.
"They have a special torture they developed a couple years ago where they inject quick-hardening plastic in a guy's things, then when it can't shrink to get away from them, they start at the head and completely remove his cock and balls by cutting off tiny bits and pieces. The first time I saw them do that to a fella, it took the girls more than an hour to remove every trace of his naughty bits. Damn, that was hot!
"Now, I don't know what they have planned for tonight's show, but they promised me it would be hotter than anything ever before. Not only that, but the guy they're going to work on will scream until his throat's so raw he won't be able to make a sound. They told me, too, that by the time they get done with him, his favorite toy will be just a fond memory. Of course, given that they always completely destroy the guy's cock and then get rid of it, that won't be anything different, will it?"
By the time he had told me all that, my imagination was running wild as I recalled all the times I had served as a "boy toy" for other men. They certainly hadn't done things quite that extreme to me, but I had always wanted them to take my torture to the next level. Maybe tonight I would see a man getting some of the things I had been fantasizing about for many years.
Joe startled me by reaching over with one hand and fondling my erection through my trousers. My dick had been getting stiffer by the minute as both the Viagra and his descriptions fired my libido, but when it felt his caresses I'm sure it grew another inch.
He said, "We'll be at the club in about two minutes, and then I'll turn you over to Virote (he pronounced it 'Wii-rot-ee' and told me it meant 'very strong'). He's the one who gets the guests ready for the show, and I'm sure you'll understand where he got his name when you see him. Anyway, I suggest you just do as he says, because you definitely don't want to get him pissed off at you."
Still chuckling at his little joke, he turned off the street and entered a driveway that took us behind what I assumed was his club. At least, there was a sign beside the rear door that read "Joe's," and nothing else. There were several other cars parked there, and all of them had the appearance of being rentals, although they were definitely upscale when compared to the Hyundai I had driven that day.
As Joe helped me out of his Spyder, I heard the sound of a door opening and used almost every ounce of my strength to turn my head toward it. That was when I saw a man so huge that I could scarcely believe he was a native, because all the others I'd seen that day had been smaller than my own 5'-10". I understood then what Joe meant by his name fitting his size.
Virote hurried up to us, then as he grasped one of my biceps in his oversize hands, Joe said, "Have him ready in half an hour, Virote. Are all the guests here?"
The giant rumbled, "All here, sir. Everyone paid in cash as usual, and it's locked in your safe."
Joe replied, "Excellent. I'll go on in and get them warmed up. You know the routine, I'm sure. Make sure he's ready on cue."
Virote said nothing further, but his intentions were clear enough when he gripped my arm even more tightly and literally dragged me through the rear door of the club. I suppose Joe must have followed us inside, but my head seemed to be incapable of independent action and all I could do was stare at the hallway ahead of me as I was propelled to a room at the end of it.
Once we were inside Virote released my arm, then growled, "Get clothes off! Now!"
I must have stood there unmoving for too long to suit him, because he drew back one huge fist to get my attention, then repeated, "Strip! Or me hurt you!"
Luckily a tiny part of my brain was still functioning, and it ordered my hands to unbutton my shirt, then push it over my shoulders. As it fell to the floor I was already stepping out of my shoes, and then my socks were stripped off as I struggled to balance on one leg.
Opening my belt was almost beyond my ability, but the sight of Virote's fist again ready to strike gave me enough incentive to at last release the buckle. The button and zipper were soon taken care of, and then in a heartbeat my trousers were around my ankle.
At that point, I felt a flash of embarrassment that I was displaying the largest hardon of my life, as demonstrated by the head protruding above my undershorts. Another threatening grunt was enough to overcome my shame, and soon I was stepping out of both trousers and underwear. Then all I could do was stand there under Virote's gaze, my distended penis bobbing up and down with arousal.
I was guided to a nearby table, where I was ordered to stand with my butt against its top and then lean over backwards. As I complied with that order, my legs were pushed apart, and Virote began to trim my pubic hair with a pair of scissors, pausing to tease me a couple of times by opening the blades and placing them around my erection. He would say, "Say bye-bye to him, little man," before breaking into raucous laughter at the expression that must have been on my face.
When the hair had been suitably shortened, the giant completed the job by using shave cream and a straight razor to render my crotch as hairless as it had been when I was born. Then, pronouncing me ready for the show, he told me to stand up.
It took him just a few seconds to remove his own clothes, and when the bulge I had been staring at was at last revealed to me, I could see his own penis was a perfect match for his size. It had to have been more than ten inches long, and was at least twice the diameter of my own organ that now looked so puny when compared to his monster. I was almost overcome with the desire to fall to my knees in front of him and give him the same sort of pleasure I had given so many other men. That was not part of his plans, though.
Again gripping my upper arm, the giant drew me to the door we had entered just minutes earlier, then back up the hallway to another that he opened. I was dragged through that one in turn, and then he came to a halt as he whispered in my ear, "No talk now."
So, what else could I do but stand there in silence, although the truth be known I think I was so ***** from the special drink I'd been served that I was far beyond the ability to speak.
As my eyes grew accustomed to the dim light in the room, I realized we were standing at the side of a stage, behind the edge of the opened curtains. There was a man standing in the center of the stage holding a microphone, and I immediately recognized him as Joe, and he was just as naked as I, and like Virote and me, he also had an erection.
He said, "Honored guests, it is truly a pleasure to have you here at Joe's. I know most of you have been here before, so I don't need to tell you that what you're going to see tonight will pass all limits of extreme torture and depravity."
It was only then that I realized there were several people seated in a double semicircle in front of the stage, every one of them just as naked as I. The men were displaying erections equal to mine, and every nipple on every breast was standing proud.
Those seated in the arc closest to the foot-high platform where we were standing were sitting on normal chairs, although they were well padded and looked very comfortable. Those seated behind that row were sitting in elevated chairs, equally padded. My brain, which has always been obsessed with counting, told me there were twelve people of both sexes sitting in the front row, while behind them were twenty more, also representing both genders. Then, as my numbers-obsessed brain told me they had paid a total of $1,600,000 (!!!) to watch a man being tortured and nullified, my only thought was that, once again, I was glad Joe had granted me free entry.
There was loud applause and cheering from the audience to signify their approval, and then he continued, "Once again, I know I don't need to regale you with descriptions of our torturers, or what they love to do to men. Their reputations precede them, so without further ado, I give you "THE TWINS"!
At that moment, the spotlight that had been centered on Joe swept across to the opposite side of the stage from where Virote and I were standing. It stopped moving when it was centered on two of the most-beautiful women, "girls" actually, that I had ever seen. They stood there totally at ease with their own nudity, waving at the crowd and smiling broadly. Like mine, their own crotches had been shaved totally bald, and the moisture on their inner thighs was easy to see.
Joe continued, "Ladies and gentlemen, I know Mai Lin (he indicated the one on the right, who raised one hand and waved at the audience) and Mai Li (she repeated her sister's greeting) need no introductions from me. All but a handful of you have watched them at work at least once before, and the rest have heard of them from your friends, since you wouldn't be here if you hadn't been highly recommended by people I know. Of course, the $50,000 per-ticket charge eliminates the casual onlookers, doesn't it?"
That brought more laughter from the audience, but even in my semi-***** condition I was stunned to think that anyone could afford to pay that much money to watch a man being tortured by two girls, lovely as they were. I remember thinking that I was lucky that Joe had befriended me in that bar, and he wasn't charging me to watch the show.
And then, my new friend's next words penetrated the haze that numbed my brain, and I felt a surge of shock as I began to understand what they implied.
BANGKOK SOJOURN
Chapter 2
"And now, dear friends, it's time for you to meet tonight's guest of honor. He came to us all the way from America, and is really excited to be here so you can watch what the girls do to him. Ladies and gentlement, meet my new friend, Glenn!"
A third spotlight then focused on the edge of the curtain which hid us from the audience's view, and as if that was his cue, Virote pulled me forward with his grip even stronger and more-painful than ever. I could hear a tiny part of my brain screaming at me, "RUN! GET OUT OF HERE! DON'T LET THEM DO THIS!"
The larger part, though, was calmly reassuring me by repeating time and again, "You've wanted this all your life. Now it's going to happen."
Torn by indecision, all I could do was stumble along beside the big man, my arm going numb under his strong grip, and my drug-controlled penis continuing to bob up and down, as if demonstrating its eagerness for the twins' attentions.
Joe then added, "There's no question Glenn is ready for tonight's festivities, as I'm sure you can all see. I'm sure the hardon he's displaying for us is the biggest he's ever had, which is nice, since it's the last he'll ever have."
That brought even more cheering and applause, accompanied by the sound of feet stomping on the floor as the onlookers worked themselves into a frenzy. With every fiber of my being I knew they would tear me to pieces if I disappointed them by turning and running, and so I didn't. Gathering my courage, I forced my legs to stop trembling and to walk alongside Virote as if I wanted nothing more in the world than to be given to the beautiful girls waiting for me at center stage.
When the two of us came to a halt facing the twins, they each took one of my hands in theirs, then used their free hands to caress and stroke my throbbing member. Lin then turned to the audience and said in an evil tone of voice, "Won't be long now!" That brought more laughter, along with several ribald comments, and then as the girls led me to another part of the stage, the watchers began to chant, "Yes! Yes! Yes!," as if trying their best to make the girls hurry.
At that moment, another spotlight beamed down on something that looked for all the world like nothing but a simple slab of wood standing on end. It was easily three inches thick and eighteen wide, with the bottom end undoubtedly fastened to the floor of the stage and the top to the ceiling far above, where it disappeared into darkness. There was a small platform, or box, sitting on the floor at the base of the post, but the most bafflling of all were two shiny metal pipes that had been bent in huge "J" shapes. They were fastened to opposite edges of the slab, and were at the height of my head above the floor. Somehow their simple shapes were very ominous to my staring eyes, even though I had no idea as to their purpose.
The three of us came to a halt in front of the huge post, and as she pointed to the box resting there, Li said, "Up. Stand on it."
I forced my feet to lift themselves one by one until I was standing on the small platform facing the audience, and then just stood there quietly, surrendering myself and the fate of my penis to the twins.
I didn't have to wait long, because as soon as I was in position Lin commanded, "Raise arms. Put over hooks."
Thanks to the box I was standing on, my armpits were at the height of the two J-hooks, and moving all on their own my hands raised themselves high in the air. Then my arms took over and stretched themselves out to my sides before dropping my hands once again to my sides. The pipes were about two inches in diameter, so they weren't really all that uncomfortable, but deep inside me I knew that was going to be the least of my problems.
Wasting no time, the girls drew my hands behind the post, where I could feel a rope being wrapped around my wrists, drawing them tightly together. Not content with that, they continued wrapping turn after turn of the rope around my lower arms, with the result that my elbows were soon touching, and the stretching that caused made me whimper in pain. Li chuckled deep in her throat at my discomfort, and said, "Soon little man forget all about sore arms. Little pee-pee be very hurting very soon."
The onlookers must have appreciated that sentiment, based on their cries of approval.
As they resumed their postions beside my body, Lin ordered, "Now lift feet. Bend knees. Now!"
With no hesitation my legs bent at the knees, and my feet were soon behind me, forcing my crotch widespread by the width of the post. Then, as they'd done with my wrists, Lin and Li began to wrap another rope around my ankles, forcing my feet closer and closer together. In a matter of seconds my crotch was more open than it had ever been, and every part of my genitals was on display to the avid eyes of the women and men seated in front of the stage.
The next part of my preparation gave me a thrill, because Lin grabbed my erection in both hands, then leaned back to stretch it even more. Li was holding a short length of cord that looked just like a boot lace, and in a split second she was double-wrapping it around the base of my member. After pulling the cord so tight it disappeared into my skin, a simple knot was all that was required to ensure that my hardon wouldn't fail me, no matter what was done to it.
Just when I thought my body had been prepared for whatever the girls wanted to do to it, Virote came out of the darkness carrying another board in one of his huge hands. It was probably two inches thick and six inches wide, and at least eight feet in length. One end was square cut, just like any board you'd find in a lumber yard, but the other end had been cut in the shape of a "V," although there was no point on it. Instead, the top of the "V" had a deep, U-shaped notch cut in it.
Again I had no idea what the board was for, but its intended use was made clear when he placed the square end on the floor several feet in front of my suspended and stretched body. He leaned it toward me, and just as the notch was at the level of my waist, the girls took over.
With each holding one edge of the board, they guided it forward, carefully aligning it on my balls. Then, a quick push drove the end under my crotch until it was touching the slab, trapping those precious parts in the notch and holding them out of the way.
Virote had been holding a hammer and three nails in his other hand, and as soon as the plank was situated to the twins' satisfaction, he drove two of the nails into the bottom end of it, securing it to the stage floor. He then stood quietly to one side, still holding the hammer and the remaining nail, and the evil leer on his face as he stared at my purpling dick sent a stab of fear through my whole body.
I don't know where it came from, but I saw Lin holding a glass tube, at least a foot long, in one of her hands, high above her head so the onlookers could see it. Placing one end in her mouth, she made a "tooting" sound, demonstrating that the tube was hollow, and that silly noise made everyone laugh once again.
Saying nothing, she placed one end of the tube against the tip of my penis, and then as her sister held my member in place, she pushed it deep inside me, stopping only when it was against the place where the cord had been tied. My heart was thudding in fear, even though I had no idea what they were going to do to me. All I could think of was a story I'd read a few months ago about a similar tube being inserted in a man's pee hole, and the agonizing thing that had been done to him after it was in place.
The story described how fire ants had been pushed down the tube by a stick that was inserted inside it, which enraged the already ill-tempered creatures. Then, as the tube was slowly pulled out and the stick was slowly pushed in, the ants came in contact with the victim's tender flesh. As expected, they demonstrated their anger by biting and stinging the inner parts of the man's dick, and his descriptions of the agony he felt had remained with me ever since. I couldn't help but wonder if that was what was going to be done to me.
However, instead of filling the tube with enraged ants, the girls did something else. While Li held my penis against the inclined board beneath it, Lin took the hammer and nail from Virote. Smiling sweetly at me, she stood the nail on top of the head, beside the tube, and then expertly drove it completely through my flesh and deep into the board.
She paused to hand the hammer back to the giant and to catch her breath, and then turned to address the audience.
"Is anyone here from Germany?" she asked.
In an instant, a heavyset woman in the front row, seated beside an equally-obese man, held up her hand and cried out, "Ja! Me! We are! My mann, my husband and me, we are German."
Lin then explained her question.
"Tonight's torture is going to be something we've never done before, and it will be really hot for all of us to see it, and listen to him scream. We read about it on the Web a few days ago when we were looking for new things to do to men. We found a place that described things that were done to men by the Nazis during the big war, and we knew we had to do it, too.
"There was a Commandant in one of the concentration camps who had twin ********* who lived in an apartment of their own. Like Li and me, they were lovers and they hated men. Each night they would have a prisoner brought to them and they would torture him. One of their favorite tortures was what we're going to do to Glenn tonight."
Then, pointing at the German lady, she asked, "Do you know about this one, this one that uses the glass tube in his pee-pee?" As the woman shook her head in denial, Lin reached behind the post and brought out two bamboo rods that were at least three feet long.
As the woman saw the rods, she gasped in excitement, then exclaimed, "Ja! Ja! I know this one! I read about, too. Long time ago when little girl, but never forget it. Please do this to him, and maybe I give you husband to do tomorrow night. Okay?"
That brought forth more laughter and exclamations of approval, along with questions about what was going to happen to me. In answer, Lin merely said, "Now we show. You watch."
Again pointing to the German lady, she asked, "What should we do with sticks?"
The woman literally screamed her answer.
"Beat it to death! Kill it! Kill it!"
Making no further answer, except for their evil smiles, the girls took their places on each side of my body, then raised the bamboo rods high above their heads. As the rest of the watchers took up the woman's chant, Lin brought her stick crashing down on my bound and nailed organ, as close to my body as possible.
There is no way I can ever describe the horrible agony that flashed through my entire body as the rod impacted first my flesh, and then the glass tube. I felt the glass shatter and embed itself in that part of me and then I heard the most-horrible shrieking ever. I knew it was my throat making that sound, but I was powerless to stop it, and it went on and on as the girls took turns beating the thing lying on the board. Over and over they brought their rods down, smashing first flesh and then glass with each stroke.
Blood was pouring from the end of my dick, first in a tiny spurt as the rods drove it out, and then in a continuous trickle as the bladders in my organ emptied. As they worked their way from my crotch to the tip, the blood flow slowed and then stopped as there was no more left in my penis. And then, with one final blow to the head to crush the last piece of the tube, the girls stood there, gasping for breath.
That was when the onlookers broke out with fresh applause and yells of approval for the show they had just witnessed. Then, one by one they quieted as Lin held up one hand to draw their attention.
At last she said, "One more part now. Most-important part, so he never again hurt little girls."
I saw Virote holding out a pair of ordinary scissors, which she took in one hand. Li needed no instructions to know her own part, and she pulled the mangled head free of the nail, then stretched the agony-filled tube of flesh far away from my body.
Lin placed the blades around the base of what used to be my penis, and with a final sweet smile, brought them sharply together. I heard the crunch as they met the shards of glass, and then with a final "click" they passed one another, and then I was a eunuch for all time.
Li held her prize high above her head, showing it first to me, and then to the others. Again the cries of approval and excitement rang out, silenced only when Lin held her hand up one final time.
"Now we fuck, okay?"
Apparently no answer was needed, because she and her twin sister wrapped their arms around one another and kissed deeply and fervently. I saw everyone else doing the same thing, or variations on the theme. Women were kissing men while other women kissed other women, and other men kissed other men. Then, as if acting on unheard instructions, everyone grabbed a chair and hurriedly moved it to the side of the room. The floor was covered with a lush carpet, and soon the carpet was covered with writhing bodies as people coupled in all the ways our species has used for thousands of years.
Lin and Li had also settled to the floor of the stage, and as I watched them in reversed position, with their heads buried between the legs of her sister, I felt Virote untying me. As soon as my arms and legs were freed, he picked me up and cradled me in his strong arms, then carried me from the room. As I put one arm around his neck and nestled my head against his chest, I saw Joe following us, his cock still waving with each step and his excitement demonstrated by the spider web of cum that trailed from the head.
Virote carried me back to the room where I had been prepared for the festivities, and there he placed me on my stomach across a small table. He stood behind me holding my legs widespread, and I immediately felt something probing my puckered opening, a sensation familiar to me from long association with other men.
Joe took his expected place in front of my dangling head, and when he grabbed a fistful of hair and pulled my head up to face his crotch, the sight of his erection pointing directly at it caused my mouth to fall open. His organ disappeared inside, and in seconds I felt its head seemingly double in size, and then the wonderful taste of his semen flooded my tongue and I swallowed every drop. I have always assumed that Virote also found his release inside me, but at that point I lost consciousness, and what came next I have no idea.
BANGKOK SOJOURN
Epilogue
My next memory is of awakening in an unfamiliar room, where the sights and sounds and scents told me I was in a clinic or a hospital. As I regained the ability to speak a nurse leaned over my bed and I groggily asked, "Where am I?"
She answered by explaining that I was in the clinic where I had met with a surgeon just hours before Joe took me to his club, where I spent the most-memorable hours of my entire life. She also told me the surgery was had been completely successful, and my body was healing nicely. Then she told me she was going to fetch the doctor, and he would answer any further questions I had.
The man came into the room about five minutes later, and after asking me all the usual questions about how I felt, he asked if I had any questions of my own. I did, of course, the primary one being, "What do I look like down there?"
In answer he pulled down the sheet that covered my naked body, first exposing my chest. He removed two small bandages, and my eyes filled with tears as I saw the beautiful breasts that I had been given. I fervently thanked him, then asked, "But, what about the . . . the other part? Can I see it?"
He smiled as he lowered the sheet still further, then after removing more bandages, held a mirror between my legs. And all I could do was stare and stare at what he'd given me, for it was something I'd dreamed about most of my life.
There, reflected in the mirror was my very own pussy, still red and swollen from the surgery, but definitely something that looked very much like what real women have between their legs.
And then he smiled broadly as he told me, "Our mutual friend, Joe, asked me to tell you that his club has covered all the costs of the operation, plus you'll receive a nice bonus when you're ready to return to America. He said you were the most cooperative and willing subject he's ever had on the stage, and he wants you to know how much he appreciates it. In fact, all the people who watched you being tortured contributed to the expense fund, with their compliments."
With that he called in the nurse and she began replacing the bandages as he left the room. There is nothing much else to tell you about my Bangkok sojourn, as I've always called it, but I would like to add that I think I came out ahead, and all it cost was a little bit of pain and the loss of a part of my body I've always hated.
What more could a woman ask for?
The End
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