Horror... Gore... Cannibalism

The next three days were unrelenting horror, as you dangling there in the cannibals meat locker. Being fed nasty meaty concoctions by the gangs nasty leader, who seem to take great delight in whispering facts about the people you were being **** to consume. “A fine lad Jaden... not very smart but fast with a bat. He loved to play music... and suck my cock... Enjoy his tongue there... I've been marinating it in my cum for years.” It had made you so sick that you had vomited the taboo meals back up at first, only to have your sadistic tormentor scoop up the vomit and **** you to eat it again. He seemed to take delight in corrupting you, even as he hunched and thrust himself inside of your dangling rump. A part of you understood he was breaking your mind, trying to destroy your spirit just for amusement. And it was working things got so bad that your mind simply shut down, numbly chewing and swallowing mindlessly after awhile. As everything he whispered to you repeated it's self within you mind, you felt terrible at first but slowly you grew numb to the horror and guilt you felt.

And when the cannibal gang leader wasn't tormenting your mind, the guy you had turned into a eunuch was physically abusing you. Kicking and punching until your pale naked body was covered in bruises, of course he focused mainly on your trapped genitals. Your bruised and battered testicles swelling to twice their normal size, while a steady string of pre-cum leaked from your caged cock. That bothered you a little, as it made you question if you were actually turned on by what he was doing. It didn't help that your tormentor would often kneel down, licking the pre-cum off your metal cock cage after he'd smashed and punched your balls for a few hours. On the third day after he'd hurt you down there for hours and hours he knelt down like usual, hot tongue lapping at the piss slit of your cage a little. And then you felt a flash of burning pain, looking down you see him holding a shiny metal scalpel. It's small blade already smeared with bright red blood, you realize with a start that it is your own blood. As you watch in gross fascination, he squeezes your trapped scrotum until a pale orb pops out the hole he had just cut. It takes you a long moment to understand, that it is your left testicle dangling out of the wrinkled flesh of your sack. You can feel the cold air on that hot flesh, it had never been exposed to the air like this.

“Uhuhu No... no please don't.” You beg weakly as he grins up at you, plainly enjoying the suffering he's inflicting on you. “No no no please don't take my balls...” Moving the scalpel blade over to the other side, slashing down quickly to open a hole in your nearly hairless scrotum. Grabbing that limp flesh bag, he milks your right testicle out of that bloody hole. A powerful shiver runs down your spine, as the second nut pops out into the cold air. The two of you watching it dangle down on those muscular cords and pale tubes, your tormentor cackling in amusement as your empty sack drools blood.

“You ate my nuts you know... after the halves were removed. They were cooked up... and Ankasr fed you MY balls.” You knew that of course, the gang leader had whispered that into your ear as he had fed you. So you just nod your head dumbly, as you watch him grasp your naked organs and rub them together. “So this is only fair... Right?” You watch in shock as he takes the smaller of your two orb's into his mouth, chewing and gnawing like a hungry animal until his head pulls away. A tiny stump of cord all that is left, smirking he displays the pale oval of your severed malehood in his mouth. And then as you watch he slowly chews it up, a look of delight on his face as that fresh male meat is torn to shreds and swallowed. “Oh my god!” You moan out weak and breathlessly, even as everything goes dark for a long moment for you...