Gangs, Balls, and Revenge for Tommy

Chris Harriman stared at the man he hated, and he couldn’t help but smile. The overweight man was tied to the big table, on his knees, with ropes around his ankles. Two ropes encircled his legs, just above his knees, and they were pulled tight, out to the sides, spreading his legs and opening his ass. His virgin hole was wide open, exposed, and his ring of hair that surrounded it was visible to everyone in the room. His big thighs were trying to pull his legs together, but it was a useless struggle and he was totally exposed and vulnerable. Below his legs, his balls dangled down, hanging in their sac, big and fat and sprinkled with hair. His arms had been pulled forward and the ropes went to the opposite legs of the table, stretching him out and keeping him from getting up on all fours. His mouth had healed, but he lacked his teeth, and it made it hard for him to talk. He was struggling...pulling against his bonds, but he wasn’t going anywhere and everyone in the room knew it.

The entire gang of Scorpions were gathered to watch. It’s not everyday that they take their revenge on someone who has dared to attack a Scorpion. This man was more ruthless than most, and more vicious, and his attack had been prolonged and devastating. There was anger in the gang. For Chris Harriman, the only regret he had was that this man had only one set of balls he could take. As far as the gang was concerned, this man was the worst of his kind, and he deserved what was going to happen and they were all too happy to make it so. The man was evil. He was recently out of prison, and was already putting elements into play to hurt even more. But of course, it was in prison, up at the Penn, where he had done his worst deeds, and it was because of them that he was here now.

Yeah, he was a prison terror, and young inmates were his thing. All of his attacks the gang cared about had taken place in the Penn, and he was well known and the younger men had feared him with an intensity that is hard to describe. More than once, he had raped the new prisoners on their first day in the Penn, and the guards had turned their back and let it happen. It wasn't that the system was corrupt, because it wasn’t really, but still there was an element which he controlled and that element was something to fear.

While he was in prison he had ruled his cell block, and the men that worked for him had insured his power. He had been fearless then, and he had done what he wanted with whom he had wanted. His mistake of course was when he had picked a young Scorpion to fuck. Some of his men had balked, and yet he didn't care. The Scorpions had no power in the Penn...it's not that they weren't well known, but more because there just weren't very many of them.

Still, to attack a Scorpion is a brave thing, even when you are in prison and the gang is on the outside. There were lots of rapist in the Penn, but this one was worse than most. In fact, that's why he was in the Penn, because he had raped a string of women. Only one of them sent him to prison, and even then he had gotten off lightly. Yeah, he had good attorneys, and they knew how to plea bargained a deal and they had done him well.

Five years...that’s all, and he had made the most of his time. Of course, there weren't any women for him to fuck, not in prison, and so he had changed his prey and raped the young boys instead. Unfortunately for him, the boy he had enjoyed raping the most was a young Scorpion. The boy was just an eighteen year old kid when he first spread his ass and took his hole. The boy had screamed and begged but nobody had aided him...nobody had dared. And the strange part is that the kid really wasn’t a bad kid, yet he hadn't had the lawyers and he was locked up now because he took the rap for another. Yeah, as far as the gang was concerned, the boy was a hero, and you don't dare rape a gang's hero if you want to keep your balls.

God knows how many times the boy had been raped, but it had been more than once and the gang never forgets. It had gone on night after night for most of the five years, and now the kid was a young man at twenty-two, and the fat man was out and living his parole at the age of forty-three. Chris Harriman had been waiting for him all this time, for he had made a promise and it was promise he intended to keep.

They had grabbed him a week after his release, while he was walking the streets and hopping the titty bars. Now, here he was, two weeks later and trussed out like a hog...and as for the gang all they knew is that it was revenge time. The man on the table would have been lying flat, except for the watermelon that was jammed up between his legs. It was a big melon, and it had been heating in the sun all day. Right now his prick was shoved through a hole in it, so that as he straddled the melon he was also mounted to it...his prick, stiff, eager even, shoved up inside the red flesh as if it was a woman.

His matt of pubic hair was already in the plastic bag, and his balls were shaved as smooth as a baby’s ass. His bottom was perched up, because of the melon under him, and as he lay resting against it and cussing up a storm he sensed the danger but was at a loss to understand what it was all about.

The gang had pulled the man's teeth with a pair of pliers after they had captured him, and so his speech was slurred now and yet still the message was clear enough. The man had no idea, and he hadn't put it together. He knew someone had grabbed him; knew he had been kept tied up like a rat in a shit-hole, and he knew he had pissed of somebody. The crude dentistry had been his worst nightmare, but he had survived it. That was something, because at first he had figured he was as good as dead. But he was still alive, and that was something, and he figured they wanted him alive and so perhaps he might survive this after all.

As his mouth had healed up he had laid in his makeshift cell and spent his days and nights trying to figure things out, but he still had no idea what was going to happen and who his tormentors were. He had simply been too cruel to too many and so he could only speculate. Still, he was pissed, and right now, with the gang of men standing around him, staring at him, he was yelling and cussing up a storm.: “Whut the uck is hisssss? Fu the hell are ooou? Whut oooh you unt???” he hissed out through his toothless gums. God he was pissed, scared sure, but defiant, and yet as he struggled he also knew he was helpless. Finally, Chris leaned forward, and began to talk to him. As he did, he took a thick piece of stainless steel and looped it around the man’s big sac...twisting it into a loop that was tight, at the very top of his scrotum. As he was doing that he was talking even as he crossed the wire and made the first of the twists that ultimately would be the man's undoing.

“Hello Jenkins. You’ve been a bad boy....yes you have. Did you know that....a very bad boy. I don’t know what's wrong with you...why you like fucking boys against their will....but from what I’ve been told you have fucked more than a few. Yeah, you've raped them sure-as-shit you have and you get off on it.”

The man struggled...his mind racing, trying to put it together. He turned around, trying to see what was going on as he felt the wire being looped over his nuts. “HHHey... mmm ought a aggot man! Air aint yeny women in the Penn... ost of oz boys I did iked yit. You ould have done it ooo if......" He grunted, loud, as Chris pulled sharply down on his balls, and after that he quieted down some. He tried to push himself up with his arms, but the angle was funny and while he managed to lift his chest off the table he couldn't rise up very far. He looked forward and his arms sagged and his chin settled down until it rested on the table once again. He was staring then across the end of the table at the gang that was surrounding him. He had no idea where he was, or who all the men were.

"Hey....I on't know ooooh the hell ou hink ou are but..."

"WE ARE SCORPIONS."

Chris Harriman's words cut him off, and the fat man felt the chill then run down his back like a Halloween scare. OH GOD. The kid? Was this about the kid he had been doing all these years? God!

Chris leaned over and continued: "You know...I saw Tommy the other day, and he told me about how you used to mount him. He told me about what you did, and we had a long talk. Yeah...a very long talk. You make me SICK!"

As he said that, he took a short little stick out of his pocket. It was only about four inches long, but it had a little groove cut in it for the wire, and he slipped it through the loop of wire that he had already twisted around the man's scrotum. Then, he twisted the little piece of wood, then twisted it again, and then again, and with each twist the loop of wire grew smaller and slowly it began to squeeze the top of his sac.

The fat man raised up again on his arms...and spun his head back to look at the man who was noosing his nuts. "Eey....OHEY.....OHEYYY....an....et's on't get razy here. I member ommy.....yeah, and I idn't ooooh he was one of yurs. Ome ON! On't do this.....you're urting me! Hey, I yever ook his balls man!"

Chris leaned over and said "Oh no? You sure? You kicked him in the balls plenty of times....and you knocked his teeth out just to pleasure your cock. How did it feel....losing your teeth? Yeah..I hope you like it. It is fitting really...I mean, you took his teeth, and now we took yours. You sound good with gums.....hahahahah. You know, you took his ass too, and let's not forget the cigarette burn right on the end of his cock! You know, when I saw Tommy he was crying...yeah...crying his heart out cause he's gonna be in there for five more years, and you are out the door and left him ruined. You know, thanks to you now everyone wants him."

The fat man felt his skin crawl. God...Scorpions! He jerked hard, pulling against the ropes, but he was held firm and he knew he was in trouble. "Wut oooh you aunt? You gonna rape me en? WUT OOOH YOU AUNT?????"

Chris smiled...he could taste the man's fear and enjoyed listening to him try and talk with just his gums. He reached up, and fondled the man's huge set of balls. His entire sac was big, hanging, and as he hefted them up and felt their weight, he could hardly believe it. The man had a big sac, that much was for sure, and as he hefted it in his hand he had the thought that it was going to be fun to take it.

"Actually, I want to film you fucking a water melon (laughing) I want to send the movie to the prison, so EVERYONE UNDERSTANDS that you don't mess with a Scorpion."

The fat man could feel his cock, buried inside the big melon. The thing was warm, and it was also wet, but it was a long way from a pussy or a young man's hot ass. He might be buried to his balls in the thing, but there was no WAY he was going to fuck any kind of a melon for anyone, especially with a video camera in the room.

"OU ANT...THE RISON ILL EVER LET OUU LAY A TAPE."

Chris Harriman laughed. Then he answered: "Oh, getting the tape to the prison is easy, and we have a few contacts on the inside that are waiting for it even. Don't worry, you are going to be famous dude, yeah, real famous, and one thing is for sure, after your little movie starring role nobody will EVER fuck with another Scorpion. Not EVER! The tape's going to the prison all right, along with your balls and your pubic hair."

Chris just fondled his nuts, playing with his big sac and holding it, lifting it, letting the man know what was at stake. As he was doing so he motioned to a young teenage male, dressed in a Scorpion Jacket, to come over to where he was. The fat man looked over his shoulder, trying to place the kid. Chris Harriman spoke: "Yeah....well, Benny here is just 18....yeap, just 18, the same age that Tommy Boy was when you took him in the ass. You enjoy young boys....so, enjoy Benny.....if you can.

Suddenly, the teenager reached up and took a hold of the little wooden handle, and gave it a twist, hard. Then, he smiled, and did it again. And then again. With each turn of the handle, the loop of wire tightened, and the man started feeling it pressing its way into his scrotum. His two orbs stood out, the skin stretched tight, and he bucked his hips then and struggled, as he felt the loop of wire ripping into him.

"ARGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG"

"OHAY...OHAY...SSSSSOPPPP. ODD...SSSSSSOPPPP! Ey kid....SSSSSOPPP!"

The boy was smiling, and yet he just kept his hand on the handle, turning it, turning it with a twist and a twist and a twist. The man rolled his head, the arched his head back and bobbed his ass up and down, thrusting his cock into the big melon as he did so.

OH GOD!

The boy continued turning the handle, twisting the wire for Tommy. The video camera was running, capturing the fat man, and his expression, as he felt the young teenager taking his sac. The camera was up close, and while you could see what was being done to him you couldn't really tell who was doing it. The man grunted, jerked, and bounced his ass up and down, a useless gesture but one formed out of desperation. Of course, as he did so, he could feel the melon, the warmth of it, gripping his cock.

Chris went around to the front of the table, and crouched down on his knees, so he was level with the table and eye to eye with the man. He reached out then and grabbed the man's head, forcing him to look at him. As he held the man's head in position, he said, "You might as well fuck the water melon.....while you can. In a few minutes your fucking day are going to be over."

The man tried to look away, to look back over his shoulder again to see what the boy was doing to him. He could feel the kid's hands twisting the handle, tightening the wire with each turn. It was really hurting, a primal pain, that seemed to transcend everything! OH GOD THE KID WAS CASTRATING HIM!

He screamed...and bucked his hips, and as he did so his big sac bounced and jiggled. His prick slid in and out of the melon, in and out, and as humiliating as it was he couldn't stop struggling. HE HAD TO GET LOOSE! Still, it was useless, and the teenager just kept working the wire loop smaller and smaller and smaller. OH GOD..OH IT HURT! SHIT!

"OHAY...OHAY...OHAY. OH.....HOD......SSSSSOPPPP. PWEEZE.......SSSSSSOPPPP! SSSSSOPPP FOR HODS SAKE! AUT OOOH YOU AUNT????? I'LL ET OU ONEY...OW UCH DO OU AUNT?" the man screamed.

The teenage boy had reached out under the man, and was holding the man's big scrotal sac with his left hand. He hefted the balls, and tickled the skin as he fondled the essence of his manhood. Still, with his right hand he kept twisting the handle, which was getting harder to do, just turning it around and around and making the wire tighter and tighter. Benny was grinning ear to ear....just all smiles as he twisted the wire and tightened the loop.

The man grunted, and his balls pulsated, and then his prick spasmed and suddenly he ejaculated. His load shot out and he grunted, grunted out his load as he pumped his jism into the melon. It was just so humiliating to be doing that, but doing it he was and he came and came and came.

As he finished, the boy stopped....the noose of wire so tight around the man's balls that it cannot really be described. Chris Harriman stood up, and then he unsnapped his jeans and opened the front of his pants. Next, he pushed down his Joe Boxer shorts, exposing his long prick that was bounced up and pointed towards the ceiling. It was inches from the man and it smelled of urine.

The fat man was feeling the pain in his balls...feeling the balls as they starved for blood. As he watched the leader of the Scorpions expose his gentiles, he said "I ONT SUCCCK OCKS!!!! NO!!"

Chris very quietly reached out and took the man's head, and lifted him up, arching his back and he forced him to look up at him. Locking eyes he said: "WELL, THAT'S ABOUT TO CHANGE. SUCK IT FATSO. SUCK IT FOR TOMMY. OPEN THAT MOUTH AND SUCK ME GOOD. YOU LIKE TO RAPE BOYS....WELL, OPEN THAT HOLE AND ENJOY YOUR FIRST COCK. YOU ARE THE WHORE NOW."

The man started to beg, trying to shake his head from side to side, but Chris was holding him firmly and was pushing his cock right up against the fat man' slips. Chris leaned forward, and pushed his hips, forcing his cockhead hard against the man's gums. The man tried to shake his head and yell but Chris was holding his head, firmly. When his lips parted as he protested, he felt it being pushed into his mouth...felt it and he tried to close his lips but he couldn't stop it. Then, like a hard piece of steel, Chris Harriman's rock hard cock just slid between his lips....and into his mouth in spite of everything he was doing to keep it out. The leader of the Scorpions continued to talk to him and he was burying himself to his balls: "SUCK IT.....TAKE IT IN LIKE A WHORE...OPEN THAT PUSSY MOUTH AND SUCK IT FOR TOMMY."

The fat man was angry, and he tried to bite down, hard, trying to bite Chis Harriman's cock in half. But without his teeth it wasn’t possible, and his gums just didn't come together like they do with a set of teeth in them. Sure, Chris felt the pressure on his cock but it wasn't really all that unpleasant. In fact, his cock grew even more rigid, eager and hard, stuffed in the mouth of the man he hated. He laughed as he felt his mouth bite down, massaging his cock and sending waves of pleasure into his groin.

Chris held his head...held him tight as his dick grew even harder, and as he nodded to the boy holding his balls, he started to push his cock in and out and in and out. The man gagged as he felt the thrusting....the cock sliding in and out of his empty gums...sliding so deep that the head of his cock was buried down his throat. He gagged...and tried to get away, but Chris was holding his head, and all he could do was open his bulging eyes and stare at the pubic hair that was being pushed against his lips. The fat man's eyes were bugged out, open and wide, desperate as he gagged on the thrusting manhood that was buried to the balls.

While Chris was hammering his face, the teenage boy had resumed the twisting, turning the wooden handle again and again and again. The man felt it, felt his balls being crushed at the top, and he struggled and screamed but with a toothless mouth full of cock there was nothing he could say.

The boy finally stopped, and then he reached down into his pocket and brought out the little curved knife he had been given. It was Tommy's knife, and it had the tiny scorpion imbedded in the handle. The blade was small, and curved, and was originally made to cut a piece of rope under tension. He guided the blade until the top of the man's pinched off scrotum was within the little curve of the knife, resting there, his fat twin balls bulging in their sac and the blade poised to take them. The man felt it...felt the knife on his balls.....felt the boy holding his sac and tickling the hairs. He felt the cock, slamming in and out....being rammed down his throat just like he had once done to others.

His eyes were bulging, and time seemed to stand still. He jerked his hips, and they bounced up and down, his big ass open and exposed and his fat balls hanging, waiting, waiting for the knife to take them. The man's mind was racing, trying to think of something, but instead he waited helplessly, as he sucked and gagged and sucked some more.

Suddenly, everything happened simultaneously. Chris Harriman arched his back and shoved himself deep inside....while at the same time using his arms and pulling hard, down on the fat man's head, forcing his cock to even deeper depths and increasing his pleasure a hundred fold. He grunted then, and as he did his load just spurted out of his balls, splashing into the back of the fat man's throat with a vengeance.

At the same time the boy with the knife jerked his arm upward, a hard jerk that wasn't quite hard enough. It took the knife half way through the big scrotum, and the man tried to scream as he gagged on the cock that was squirting its load down his throat. The man's eyes went wide, then wider still, as he felt the pain of his own castration while the leader of the Scorpions gasped in pleasure. The semen was flooding out...spurting out so violently that it formed a white line around the cock that was buried in his face. As the fat man gagged white spluge just spurted out of his lips like a fountain and some of it even sprayed out his nose. He was gagging, his head literally filling up with sperm, the pleasure and essence of the leader of the gang squirting out his face and down into the depths of his soul.

As the same time the pain shot up between his legs, and his half castrated sac swung between his legs as his ass bounced up and down. He felt his own dick spasm, one more time, and another single shot of semen spurted out his own prick, trying to fertilize the water melon as if it was a woman. He grunted, feeling the feeling of his last wad, his last spurt perhaps a primal wasted attempt to spread his seed even as his balls were being taken. Then, one more time, the teenager who held his sac suddenly jerked his arm one more time, hard and fast and this time with a purpose.

As he did so, the knife ripped through the last bit of flesh and the twin cords that connected his testicles snapped like rubber bands, and finally, and forever, the man's big balls came free....separated from the man who had carried them throughout his life. They quivered, pulsating in their sac as they died. He grunted, again, his lips pushing themselves together from the shock of his pain, clamping down on the still spurting cock in his mouth, gripping it with his toothless gums and milking the Scorpion cock in the process. Chris Harriman screamed in pleasure that came in wave after wave. Finally, he was done...satisfied, and then he pulled out his spent cock and let go of the head whose mouth he had had just finished fucking.

The man gasped...sucked in big lungfulls of air....feeling the pain in his groin where his balls had been taken. Castrated...a eunuch. A nothing. He bobbed his hips and felt his own softening cock slide in and out of the melon, but the pain had replaced all of the pleasure and all of a sudden it all seemed so pointless.

Suddenly, he felt it...felt the young man's cock pushing its way up against his gaping hole. He turned his head around....and saw the teenage boy standing there.... For a second they locked eyes, the ball-less, castrated man looking at the youth, his blue eyes bright and eager and excited even, full of lust and heat and desire. The boy licked his lips, and the man jerked hard, trying desperately to close his thighs. But with the ropes pulling his legs apart he was unable to stop what was about to happen. Then, he too felt the feeling, as the roles were suddenly reversed and the young man penetrated himself deep into his ass, driving forward with a single, hard push, that hurt so much the man screamed, spraying out leftover semen and adding it to the load that was drooling down his chin.

Suddenly, even as the boy's cock penetrated his bowels, he felt another pair of hands grabbing his head, pulling his face around, and as he was turned he found himself facing another cock...waiting....eager, stiff and hard and jutting with desire. It was hard so damn hard, stiff, and oh-so-eager, and as he opened his mouth to beg for mercy it was filled instead with the manhood of another young gang member. The tears started flowing then, as he felt two teenage cocks at once....one buried to the balls in his ass and the other all the way to the hilt in his mouth. The cock in his mouth was thinner, but eager, and it was thrusting like a piston that pounded the back of his throat. He was helpless, a sexless whore, and as he glanced sideways he could see the video camera, recording his expressions....recording the semen still running down his face and his mouth swallowing another cock all the way to the hair.

His eyes were wide...with desperation, and then he saw them all, all the gang members lining up....lining up to take their own revenge for Tommy......................

[Authors note: © Copyright November, 2002. All rights reserved. Not to be copied without the consent of the author.]