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Well I guess I can tell the story, but I can’t pinpoint them even though I remember it like it happened yesterday. You see, I’m not exactly sure really who they were. They were wearing masks, and I know they were mad. Yeah, damn they were angry. I don’t know...all I did was give some feedback on the archive....try and tell em their archive of juicy stories was great but lots of people just lurked and didn’t take it too seriously. Boy that set em off! I don’t know who the hell the guys were that came....but they didn’t like the words I had spoken that much was apparent. Wow....they must have tracked me down and before I knew it they were knocking at my door, and then, well, then they had me down and all I could do was struggle.
One of them did the deed, while the others just watched with interest. I don’t know his name, and I’ve never laid eyes on any of them. I fought so damn hard, but in the end it was a wasted effort, and the ropes that went to the four corners of my bed were tight and fast, and my legs were spread so wide everything was exposed and open for the guys’ inspection.
One of the group was clearly the knifeman, and he seemed to be in control and he didn’t fool around once he started. Nope, I don’t know his name....just no idea really. He’s young, with a well muscled body and a flat stomach that was laced with firm, horizontal lines. I’ll never forget it. He had propped my head up on a pillow, and so I was watching him fondling my sac as I jerked and struggled. Oh God no! But he had it, held it in his hands, feeling my twin orbs and fondling everything that made me a man. I jerked, pulled hard on the ropes, and bucked my hips in my desperation. He didn’t care, and instead just laughed as I jerked and humped the air and my prick jutted up eager and proud.. My prick, it was so fucking hard even I could not believe it. Perhaps it was the realization that my fantasy was turning to a reality. My prick, hard and stiff and eager for my unmanning. No! He had my bootlace, and as I watched he double looped it around the neck of my scrotum. I felt him tug down on my balls...stretching them out in my sack and then after that, well, he just snapped it closed. The pain was so intense even now I can’t describe it. It just snapped, and my balls started aching and I felt like somebody was kicking them, again and again and again. I thrusted, jerked hard, and tried to get lose and save them. I know they liked watching me struggle, and after he tied up my sac they were all laughing at me and seemed to laugh even harder when I jerked my hips and struggled. Oh GOD my balls hurt! He took the knife then. MY KNIFE! My damn Cutco kitchen knife. The damn knife is razor sharp, and he had it and he was holding it against my balls. Oh God how I pleaded then, begging for them and for a chance to say I’m sorry. But he didn’t listen to me, wasn’t in the mood I guess, and the others there laughed and said “do it.” I know I was shaking my head, begging him, the feeling so intense as I felt that steel up against my sac and the balls, pressed up into the skin from the pressure of the tie. He held it there a long time....then he slowly moved the knife back and forth, and I could feel it..oh I could I could....just feeling that blade as it was just barely cutting the skin! I screamed...bucked my hips....my eyes were wide with fear and he seemed to feast on it. Oh I begged then...BEGGED HIM with all that I am. I thought he might be kidding....wanting to just scare me perhaps. Shit....it had all happened so damn fast. He was looking at me right into my eyes...staring through me, and as I looked at him he just took them with a single jerk of his hand. Shit. My own knife took them, just in an instant. Castrated. One second I was man, with balls full of cream and a girl coming over for a fuck, and the next I was a ball less eunuch with an emptiness between my legs that cannot even be described. The ache in my balls went away with the slice....and instead it was replaced by a burn that ripped into my soul. I tried to close them, to push my knees together, but they were fast apart and after they were gone I screamed and humped the air and went crazy with my struggles. The weird part of it all was that I shot. Yeah...just shot my wad as he took my balls. I have no idea, I mean, it just happened. Nobody was touching my prick or anything, but when he jerked his wrist and the knife sliced my balls, my dick just erupted and I’ll never forget the feeling. I mean, I could feel the pleasure, my cock pumping the way it always had, my sperm shooting out in the air and coming back onto my belly. But the pain was there too...deep and primal, and as I was shooting my wad I remember looking at my balls he was holding in his hand. I was actually staring at my balls as I pumped out my jism, and they were quivering in his hand even as I ejaculated. So, well, they left then. And my life was changed forever in that instant. Balls....oh how I miss them. They dropped mine on my belly, and I laid there a long time and watched them darken as my semen pooled and then ran. I wasn’t found until morning, when the maids came, and by then my balls were dead and black and I had lost them and it was hopeless. Yeah, its all gone...nothing there now but my dick, and it no longer gets hard. My girl left me when I lost my balls. Yeah, I learned my lesson. Castrated. For the archive. For the good of the gang I guess. Who knows, perhaps I deserved it, guess I wanted it even although I don’t know why. So, be careful dude..be careful when you chat it up. And whatever you do, make sure you say something positive, cause if you don’t, if you pull out the negative card, then you never know if your balls might be next.
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