Firefighter's Balls - part 2

I had started to wonder why my dick used to not get as hard as I remembered it. It even lost some of its inches. It used to hang at a nice 11 inches, and now its down to 7. I kinda also wondered why I could never feel my nuts when I jacked off furiously. It came to a point where I did everything I could think of to get hard, and nothing worked. Whoever this sick fuck was, was gonna pay dearly. I decided to do alittle snooping around, and talked to Frank. Frank was the owner of The Den untill it burned down in a 4 alarm fire. Frank was opening up another bar around the corner, and I decided to go in and have a talk. We reminised on the old times, and out of nowhere, I asked him if he had seen anything strange about 3 months ago. Frank wasnt much help. All he remembered was the fight I was in, and not much else. He bumped into an old stein from The Den, and had to excuse himself.

I thought I'd talk to my lil bro Mark. He and his faggoty friend picked me up that night I wound up beaten up, and out for a while. He wasnt home when I got there. Shit he lived the life of a neat freak. Room tidy, bed made, clothes ironed, and set for the day, SHIT! You could set your watch by his room! I opened up his closet door, and saw nothing out of the ordinary. I milled thru his drawers, and also found nothing. Then, I saw an odd keychain. It was the wierdest thing I had seen, round, grey, and fleshy? I was freaked. I put it back, and left his room. I suddenly stopped dead in my tracks. It felt oddly familiar. I turned back around, and took the keychain back out, and I was horrified to finally grasp what I was holding.

-I was holding a mans testicle!

I stood there for what seemed like hours, staring at this thing, and then realized, who's ball this belonged to. I was both freaked, and angry. I never had seen a nut out of a sac before, and realizing it was mine no less was a bigger shock. I was even angrier when I then realized my own brother, flesh and blood, took part of my manhood away from me forever! What could have made him do this shit to me? I didnt do a fucking thing to his fucking ass! That motherfucker was going to pay for what he did. I thought about it some more, and thought that my other ball was still AWOL. I was just to angry to think. I took my ball, and left his room. Mark was gonna be sorry he ever touched me.

It wasnt long that Mark's Prelude came pulling into the driveway. I didnt know what to do, so I put my ball into my pocket, turned out the lights, and stood with a baseball bat behind the door. I heard two voices outside, Mark, and his friend Sam. I jumped to conclusions that they were in cahoots, and when the door opened, I let them have it. The first shadow collapsed on the floor in a sick sounding thud, and the second shadow, tending to the first injured was next to fall. I was shaking in anger, and it took all my slef control to keep from ending their miserable lives right then and there, but I regained my composure, and shut the door behind them, and turned on the lights. I had other ideas. I had better ideas for them.

I struck my brother first with the bat, knocking him squarely in the back of his head. His friend was struck across the side of his head. I looked in utter disgust, as when I flipped him over, his jeans were half undone, and his boner, now softening, was showing out the top of his uniform. Apparently, these two fuck-ups were gona have their own ideas for fun tonight, all the while, satisfied in what they did to me. I didn't fucking think so. I say an eye for an eye. I dragged them to Marks room, and quicly undressed them. I used their bootlaces as ropes, and tied their hands and feet together. I took out a roll of Marks socks from his drawer, and used them as gags, and tied hankerchiefs to them to prevent them from comming out. I was gonna make sure they werent heard tonight!

Sam was the first to regain consiousness, he promptly threw-up on the floor, and himself. He looked around to gauge where he was, and realized who I was, and he then began to moan into his gag. I just stood in the doorway, staring down at Sam, and all he could do was avoid me at all costs. Sam started to plant his head down into the rug, when I rolled him back over to look him in the face. I picked up his pant bottoms, and fished around for his keys, and found my other ball, attatched to his keyring, along with other keys for work. He started to scream, but I ignored him. I pulled out my other ball from my pocket and held them up to his face. I didnt say a word, but let all my actions do my talking. I grabbed him by his nut sac, and gave his captive nuts a hard, tight tug, and started to squeeze the life out of them.

Sam was screaming louder, but it made no difference. No one was around to hear him, and Mark was still out. I also noticed Sam staring often at my crotch, and my balls, and it was getting him hard. I was absolutely disgusted! He was actually thinking how unbelievably hot this scene was, and was rising to the occasion. I wouldnt have any of that. I let him go, walked back to my room, and stepped into my fireman boots. I walked into the room, and Mark was barely starting to come to, when I planted a swift, nut-busting kick to Sams hardening manhood. His eyes grew wide in pain, and he buckled underneath himslef, trying to cover himself from the attack. Mark looked up long enough to see my boot going straight for his own sac, sending him back into la-la land.

I stood back at the door, watching the two fuckers writhe in pain. Sam's sac was turning purple, and was bruised bad. Mark, was actually shaking from the pain. After about 5 minutes they both calmed down enough for them to look twards me. By that time, I had already got what I needed. I held up my severed nuts, and looked at them, both their eyes grew wide in fear. They knew they were busted. My brother started to sport an erection on his own, having his dick jump to his full 8 inches, Sam, started to grow again himself. I placed my balls on his dresser, got out my Swiss Army knife, and pulled out the serrated blade. I stood between the two of them, and I stared into their eyes, with full intent of doing what they were afraid I was about to do.

"Who's idea was it?"

No response.

"Who's FUCKING idea was it?"

Still no response.

"If I don't find out who it was, im gonna fucking castrate you ladies the way I think you should be. Now, with that said, who's idea was it?"

"mgffee" was all Mark could respond.

"Et tu, little brother?" All he could do was nod at me.

"Well, I cant say I dont blame you. You always were jealous of my size, werent you Mark? You wanted to be the biggest, but could never have that be, cause of genetics, huh?"

Mark just shook his head in a 'no' fashion.

"No, ol' Marky had to have both the biggest balls, AND THE BIGGEST DICK IN THE FAMILY, HUH? Well, Im gonna relieve you of that. Im gonna do the same thing to you, that you did to me. Only, you arent going to have the luxuries of painkillers, and sterile instruments. Im gonna make you pay, pussy-boy!"

I picked Mark up by his hair, dragging him off the edge of his bed, and sprawled him across his floor. I kicked his legs away from his abdomen, in his vain attempt to protect his family jewels. I kicked his legs hard enough to nearly break his leg. He then complied. I lined his friend up, in the same fashion, only having Sam lay on the floor, face down, with his head by Mark's feet. I then took my knife off the nightstand, and gave Mark one last look of the blade devoid of his blood, and one last chance to feel comlpete again.

"An eye for an eye, little bro."

I grabbed his nuts hard, crushing them in the palms of my hands, all the while, his dick got harder, and started to gush out precum by the bucketfull. I squeezed his nuts to near breaking, when I saw he looked like he was nearing an orgasm. With that, I let go with one hand, and with the serrated knife, I started to cut away at his sac. I looked at his eyes, as they teared up, and grew large in diameter. Then the screaming started. Then, I felt the warm gushes of blood from his open wound as I tore into his ball bag. I placed the knife down, and pulled his head up by his hair. With the other hand, I pulled his nuts from his open sac, and pulled as much cord as I could, untill it wouldnt go any further. Then, with all my might, I ripped them out of his cavity, forever making him a eunuch, showing him his now useless orbs. He fully realized what I did to him, and I was gonna make sure he never forgot it.

I let him writhe in his pain, and turned my attention to his friend Sam. I rolled him onto his back, and found that the screams and moans had made Sam shoot load after load of cum onto the now blood-soaked carpet. I picked up the knife again, and wiped the blood off onto Sam's uniform. I took the still crimson colored blade, and asked Sam if he wanted the same treatment. This sent him over the edge. With those words, he climaxed again, without even touching himself! I looked down at the disgusting mess he made on my arm, and looked at me sqaure in the eyes, and I knew what his answer was. I placed the knife beside me as I knealt and talked to him.

"Who's the man in this relationship, gay-boy?"

No answer.

"Is he the man, or are you?"

"mgffee"

"Is that so?"

"mfufgh"

"Thats too bad. Im gonna relieve you of that duity forever."

"nughhhff"

"Pleading isnt gonna make me not do it. I say you prepare yourself for your punishment."

I pulled the knife back out, and grabbed Sam's dick. The instant I touched it, it shot more gobs of cum all over my chest, and jeans. I looked down in anger, and it made Sam even hotter. His dick grew to its full 6 inches. I was kinda amazed, his hard dick was now comparable to mine shrunken, and limp. This made me even angrier. I grabbed the knife, and with one forceful upper-cut, severed his dick from him. It was kinda amazing, he didnt feel the pain untill I showed him his severed, now shrinking erection, bleeding in my hand. His eyes transfixed to his organ, and never once did he scream! I was imagining this was a deep-rooted sexual pleasure for him. I wasnt going to give him, or my brother the pleasures in thinking they could reattatch their severed parts, so I did what anyone else would do.

-I flushed my brothers balls, and Sam's prick down the toilet.

Mark was still writhing in the pain, and Sam seemed to be taking the situation well enought for me to leave instructions. After untying his wrists, I held him down with my still blood-covered hands, and told him if he wanted to survive the night, they leave for the hospital. When and if police ask what happened, they were gang-raped, and castrated/ emasculated in the desert somewhere. If at any time the police came back looking for me for questioning, I would come back and finish the job by making nullos out of the pair. I then punched him sqare in the nose, picked up my balls from the dresser, and walked out. I changed out of my clothes, walking nude to the shower in time to see the two of them, helping eachother walk, with their uniforms tucked between their legs, bleeding all over the floor.

Later that night, I got a call from the County Hospital. When I got there, I pretended to be concerned when I was asking the doctors how bad his injuries were, and was told that his scrotum was shredded, and the tubes that attatched his nuts to his body were mangled, and if they were found, there was no way his balls would have been re-attatched. I then asked how his friend was doing, and found something interesting about Sam. Being the most coherent when they got to the hospital, Sam told the story of being run off the road outside town, and gang-raped, and castrated by some leather-clad men. What was more odd, was Sams behavior as they were stitching up his wound. The doctors thought it was odd that a man was alright with what just happened to him. I walked out the hospital thinking about what the doctor said about Sam. I was more of a man than Sam would have ever been, and Im not ok with what happened to me.