Another Catch

She raked her index fingernail - custom manicured to a wicked, fine, tear drop point - across the taut skin and watched the stark, trailing line of white immediately refill with blood and disappear behind her finger. She thumped each one alternately and watched the pair bounce from Mike's reflexive shudders. She lifted each one with her finger to feel their weight. Her lips curled into a smile. She had caught a good one this time. A good, healthy, innocent, naive one. Perfect. She looked up at Mike and something about the wraith like glint of abandon that flickered somewhere in the back of her eyes sent a small, icy, red flag up Mike's spine. Had he not been so repeatedly distracted by the woman's attractiveness, he might have paid attention to them

Julie lowered Mike's torso and the rope pulled his cock tighter. He didn't have a particularly big cock, but the thing had to be pushing over seven inches, pulled the way that it was at the time. The skin had been pulled to an almost cellophane glossiness, the minute creases were stretched out to visible red recessions, and the head looked all red and choked as it bent under the leather clasp. For some strange reason the sight of it had a subtle resemblance to that of a wracked rubber chicken and Julie smiled as she considered a very particular context

(...chicken heads...)

(...they run around like crazy when....)

in which such a parallel could be made.

She raked her fingernail along the vertical length of the bottom cavern of his penis before pressing her pointed nail hard into the base of it. Mike inhaled sharply as he had several times during the last hour or so. Julie grinned. She was relishing the euphoric expressions he was making. The innocence of them. The savory, unsuspecting innocence of them. It was the only reason she played around with her catches for as long as she did. She liked to replay them through her mind for hours afterwards, again and again watching them build and lead up to that last, rapturously morbid expression that screamed in unspoken words that the poor guy had - no - idea what had been in store for him.

But it was time for the masquerade to end. The Beast within her was splintering it's chain. She slipped the knot that was holding the tension on his cock loose and it fell to a limp quarter-hard angle. She looked at him with an almost sweet expression of seduction as she suggested that they see if the prolonged torque on his dick had helped any. She had offered to him beforehand that even an hour's worth of extreme extension of the penis elongated the spongy caverns that the blood filled, thus resulting in a longer penis. No internet banner need be clicked on, she had said. Whether he had just played along or had truly believed her didn't matter now though. She had him inexorably bound, unable to move or even protest, muted by the ballgag as he was, with his manly jewels at her utter disposal. Ahhh, and there was just something she had always liked about the word 'disposal'.

She placed her finger and thumb around the base of his semi hard cock and, with a slight rise in her eyebrow and a slow connection of deliberate eye contact, began slowly rolling his cock like a big, soft cigar, occasionally rolling the sharp point of her fingernail into the flesh. The rush of blood was immediate and profound. She hadn't completely lied. While one hour of stretching the dick did nothing for overall size or length, it did indeed clean the pipes of those spongy caverns and Mike's cock was throbbing up to pulsing life in no time. When it was decently erect, Julie slid her hand over the bottom side of it's length and to Mike it felt like the smooth caress of ivory satin.

Yeah, this was what it was all about, Mike's expression said. Julie had to hide the flare of disgust that whipped through her mind and resisted the urge to slap the expression off of his face. Slowly she continued to rub the bottom of his cock, gently raking her wicked, pointed nail across it's senstive head every once in a while and before long, Mike's cock was hard as a rock. With her other hand she began caressing his balls, squeezing them slowly but firmly in her hand and Mike let out a quivering, nasally sigh past the gag as the ache of his balls' restraint mingled with the pleasurable touch of Julie's skillful hand. Julie smiled evilly. Almost hatefully. He was ready.

She reached under her skirt and slid the silvery, ludicrously sharp knife out of it's sheath, feeling her genitals swell at the sound of the sheer, whetting, slide it made against it. She grinned even bigger when Mike's eyes landed on the vorpal looking, wooden handled kitchen knife, nearly falling out of their sockets as they did. He muffled a desperate protest against the ball gag and his muscles began striating furiously from his sudden, futile attempts to pull free of his tethers. Julie inhaled sharply with the euphoria she got from the sight and felt the Beast roar within her. She rocked her head back with an abandoned, hair raising laughter that made Mike turn pale.

Mike locked his eyes with Julie's with the ultimate in desperation. Surely she wasn't going to do what he thought she was going to do! Julie stared sinisterly at him for a moment before leaning close to face, bringing her eyes within a couple of inches of his. Mike turned even paler. Within those lightless eyes was floating the narrowed confirmation of an utter voidance of conscience and conviction, billowing like a vast, black hollow. And from somewhere within it, that flicker of something dreadfully malicious he had seen before then struck forward with an unmistakeable, flashing bolt of sincerest intention.

Mike then felt her hand cup his sack and pull it forward and he let out a truly despairing, muffled whine. Julie smiled and unfastened the clinching chrome ring from around his balls and rolled them around freely in her hand. Her grasp trickled up his sack until her fingers found his tubes. She pressed her thumb and forefinger began rolling them slowly, almost lovingly, between her thumb and forefinger, relishing the utter vulnerbale feel of them squirming around placed the sharp side of the knife's blade up against the under side of Mike's sack, just above the chrome ring. She placed her thumb on the top of his sack and pressed it down on the blade with force just shy of breaking the skin. Slowly she massaged the skin over the blade as she looked up at Mike and laughed with mocking sweetness in his face at he futile, muffled, delirious pleas and protests. She looked at the glinting, shiny, silver blade against the vulnerable, purple skin of his taut sack and almost salivated. With her left hand she

relishing the feel of his testicular tubes squirming around under the loose skin.

Mike's dick was dead limp, and that was good. That meant he was truly afraid and unwilling, not sort of turned on or aroused like some of the pigs she had snared before had gotten. Yes, she had definitely made a good catch this time, she thought to herself. A good one, indeed.

The gloating threat continued until a single tear ran down Mike's cheek. Julie then took the knife away from Mike's balls, placed it in it's sheath and laughed a long, rich laugh at Mike who was still sobbing uncontrollably from behind the gag. Just how in the world was she going to control him with his on and off switch in the future if she took it off? she asked, with brimming sweetness. Mike blinked a few times and Julie laughed again.

Mike's body was hit with such a wash of relief that he managed to slump even in his rigid restraints. He hung his head as exhaustion that had been held at bay by his frantic will of self preservation flooded and debilitated him. His nostrils were flaring with his hard breath.

Holy fuck, he thought, noticing that even the words of his thoughts sounded like they were gasping for air. He had never been so scared before. Hands down that had been the worst fright of his life and suddenly he had a bit of insight as to how many things the average person probably took for granted in a given lifetime. Then, just a few seconds after that realization, the most unusually invigorating spell of trembling and shaking overtook his body and he must have shook like a leaf for ten minutes before he gathered enough energy to lift his head.

He looked up and saw that Julie was looking at him with that smile of narrowed intent again. His heart half way jumped back to it's feet, ready to dance again, before finally laughing at it's own fear and settling down once more. Wow. She was something else, this woman. Joke or no joke, that look she got in her eyes every now and then was simply unnerving. He had certainly been convinced by it, anyway. Julie then touched Mike's cock again and said that the poor little guy had had enough.

Mike learned something else about his body then. He hadn't known it was possible to get a hard on as fast as he did then. He didn't even feel Julie's hand moving over his cock. The alchemical mix of truest fear, delirium, relief, and exhaustion his predicament had invoked within him snapped his organ to khundalinic front and center in ten seconds flat. The ache of the previous stretching and abuse it had endured mixed well with the scale topping arousal and only made Mike harder.

Could he have spoken at the time, he might have suggested that Julie stand aside. A few more seconds and he was going to spray his contribution to the eternal river of milk and honey all over the place, including Julie. Surely she was able to tell that he was about to come. There was no telling how many times she had done this before, what with her obvious skill. Shit, she was even watching his dick. In fact, she was watching it with that unnerving glint in her eye again.

Julie was stroking Mike's cock with honed dexterity that was nothing short of being truly prodigious. A few seconds later her smile turned into a grin that was almost doughy with sinister delight as she felt his testicles, loose and lolling in her hand as they were, begin to contract and draw. Mike rolled his head back in shuddering ecstasy as his body began drawing energy for his upcoming crippling release. He didn't hear the silvery slide of the knife against it's sheath.

Julie pulled Mike's balls far out from his body and her eyes flashed with coldest, knowing delight when she heard Mike moan. With spidery grace she worked her fingers around Mike's sack until she had her fore-finger and thumb closed firmly and securely around the base of his sack, the nails of the other fingers dug deep into the skin. With a flaring, serpentile flick of her tongue she stroked the backside of the tip of his cock with a quick, swathing lick just as he looked down at her. And then she squeezed.

The clash of Mike's immediately reinstated horror with the thunderous, rumbling start of his orgasm collided in a squirming stalwart for a fraction of a second before his orgasm erupted like a crown blown volcano and violently prevailed.

The next passing second was a savory eternity for Julie. With an eye trained so exceptionally well by her long abided dementia, she literally watched the draw of semen through his tubes travel up through his sack until the rise of it passed over the viscerally sharp edge of cold stainless steel pressed into the flesh below. She pulled his sack the absolute last bit further it could go and, with a quick, sharp draw that she tempered only so as to ensure the entire length of the blade a part of the cut, severed Mike's testicles from his body.

Mike screamed and convulsed hard enough to jolt his harness before he began babbling wildly and senselessly against the ballgag. With a manical grin of pure evil, Julie squeezed the severed pair of testicles like a ripped out heart and watched as semen spurted out of the hanging, limp tubes, falling to the floor in a mix of semen and blood. The same mix was dripping profusely from his rendered crotch.

Julie lifted the defeated looking sack up to Mike's face and licked it with an evil grin. Mike's eyes rolled back into his head as his body went into shock and Julie laughed cruelly at him. She held the eviscerated sack over his convulsing head and squeezed the remainder of the semen in them out onto his head, laughing as it dribbled down into his eyes. Then she dropped the shrivelled sack to the floor and slowly crushed and ground it under her shoe.

She lifted his dead limp cock by the tip of the urethra with her pointed fingernails and examined the damage of her cut. With the point of the knife she nudged the dripping ends of his tubes around and complimented herself on what a skillful job she had done. Another one for the books, she said to Mike with a sweet smile as her fingers slid and played absently over his limp dick. He'd never have to be burdened with manhood again, she said, slowly raking the point of the knife against the base of his dick. She looked down at his deflated cock and watched it flop lifelessly in her hand. Her lips curled into a smile again. She pulled his cock out a little then and lightly trailed the point of the blade up and down it's stretched length. Mike was stammering something faintly that probably wouldn't have made sense even without the ballgag in his mouth.

Julie then slowly pulled his penis out as far as it would go and placed the knife under it at the base, lifting his penis slightly and pushing the edge of the knife in to get it as absolutley close to the base as it could possibly go. Then, moving the blade from side to side with serene, deliberate slowness, she sliced his cock off as well.