Gangs, Balls, and Payback Time

Chris Harriman stood in the living room, taking it all in. The couch was expensive, as was all the furniture, and the hardwood floors glistened. The brass lamps were all polished, and the big room was immense, with a huge stone fireplace that went from floor to ceiling. The big mantel caught his attention. Across it were a series of family photos, all framed and all so perfect. She was there, his old girl from so many years ago, with the same big smile and the flowing blond hair. Susan...GOD, how many years had it been? Ten? No, more than that for sure.

Beside her of course was Henry, and as he stared at him the bile gathered in his throat and the anger swelled inside of him. In the picture he was much older now than when he had last been seen so many years ago. Clearly, he had lost his boyish looks and was a man now, holding her hand and smiling at the camera lens. The kid next to them had to be their son...the boy had her blue eyes and her blond hair. Shit---he looked like Henry in a lot of ways too, and the expression on the son was the same as on the father. Yeah, they had had a kid sure as shit they had, and as he looked at the picture of the teenage boy his anger intensified.

There were other pictures too...mostly of the boy involved in many different things. He obviously played baseball, and did wrestling, and there were pictures of him at various ages from very young up until about fourteen. They had been watching the family for more than a week now, and the kid was in high school and busy as hell. And his parents seemed to dote on him. God....a teenage kid! Who would have thought? Damn, had it really been THAT long?

Chris looked over at the other gang members that had come with him, the four Scorpions that were his closest friends. Then he nodded. Quietly, they began to move slowly through the house, looking, carefully, for the man who they had come to find. His SUV was in the driveway, and they had seen him come into the house around noon. He was still here, for sure, and it was only a matter of time to find out where. The kitchen was magnificent, with a Sub-Zero refrigerator, a top-of-the-line Viking range, and granite countertops that reflected the light and pulled your attention to them. In the corner were more pictures of the kid, again in a baseball uniform.

One picture caught his eye...another family shot. It appeared to have been taken in the north, at some ski resort somewhere, and the trio were all dressed up in fancy ski clothes and grinning from ear to ear. The kid had a snowboard, while Henry and Susan were on skis. From the age of the boy in the photo, it had to have been taken sometime during the last year or so. They obviously traveled, and did things together.

Next to that picture was the boy's school photo, and from the date it was only a few months old. It was a blow up, and the kid looked sharp. Staring at the boy, Chris noticed the wisp of a mustache just beginning to sprout. Obviously, the boy's balls had started to grow. Yeah, fourteen he figured. Fourteen.

Slowly, the four men moved out of the kitchen and down the hall. The smaller bedrooms were empty, as was the garage, and the main living room was as well. The house was big, and yet as they slowly worked their way through it everywhere they turned were more high priced items and fancy furniture. The stereo system was top-notched, and there was even an "entertainment room" that had to cost a fortune. Moving slowly, carefully, they worked their way through the home.

The master bedroom suite, with the giant four poster bed, and the Jacuzzi double tub and dual shower, was a room to die for. As he was staring at the big bed, thinking of the man he hated and the woman he once loved, he imagined them fucking there; Henrys cock hard and stiff and eager, emptying his balls and feeling oh-so-good. He wondered, how many times had he fucked her by now? How many? As he contemplated that question, and felt the anger inside of him intensify, he heard it. It wasn’t very loud, a soft typing really, but it was a sound and it was man made.

Slowly, they moved on, toward the noise, which was coming from an adjacent room. It grew louder as they approached, and then, finally, as they came into the study with the books and the desk and the computer, they were staring at the back of the man. Henry Coffer was typing on his computer, looking down at some notes and letters, and then typing some more. He was still dressed from the office, all neat and trim in dark pants and a blue dress shirt, long sleeve at that and oh-so-professional looking. He stared at the 21" flat screen computer monitor in front of him, slowly working his way through statements from a financial company, and was so engrossed in his calculations he never heard any of them until they were almost standing next to him.

Chris stared at the back of the man and felt the hatred, letting it ride inside of him as he listened to the man type. He said nothing for almost a minute. Above the computer, on a shelf there, was another picture of the boy. It was taken at some baseball game. The kid was in a uniform, and he had his big aluminum bat over his shoulder. His dad was there too, grinning, along with the son, and he figured that Susan had probably taken it. The boy seemed to be smiling like he had won the big game. The boy looked cute as hell and oh-so-innocent. It was the kind of picture that held your attention. There was a brass plate on the bottom of the frame, and it said "Grand Slam Hitter--Age 13."

Just behind the photo was the aluminum bat, sitting horizontal on the shelf in a little rack and obviously an important momentum from the game. It was covered with signatures. Chris studied the picture for a minute or so, and then he turned his attention to the boy's father. Finally, he spoke "Well Henry....it's been a very---very long time."

The man spun around, virtually freaking and jumping in his seat, and as he did he yelped with fear. Then, with his mouth hanging open in total surprise, he took in the five big men standing in his study. As he saw Chris Harriman, his faced blanched white and he gasped again. His eyes locked with Chris Harriman's then, and he stammered..... trying to find some words....and shocked to the core.

"Chris....OH GOD--it's YOU! What--what are YOU doing here?"

Chris spoke then very slowly and very carefully: "It's been a very long time Henry. A very very long time. I've been looking for you ever since you left, ever since you split with the money and took my girl. You know, I never suspected it. Never. I was looking for her, and so didn’t look for you, and it just never occurred to any of us that you up and left together. I thought for a while something had happened to you. Eventually I put some feelers out, and I finally got lucky. Once I figured you might be together you were easier to find. Still, I have to admit I didn't expect to find you in Florida, not like this, and not married. You never cease to surprise me. You've done very well for yourself....living the fancy life and doing the family thing."

Henry Coffer swallowed, and his Adam's apple bobbed up and down. Then he said: "Listen Chris, that was a long...long time ago. I've changed...I have. You're right, I'm married now, with a kid even. I'm not a Scorpion anymore....haven’t been in a long time man. I'm a father. You shouldn't have come."

Chris looked around, and Richard, one of the gang members, snickered. Slowly, Chris looked back at him and said: "Henry....you can't just leave our gang like that....you knew it then, and you know it now. You can't. It took a while to find you, but you had to know we would come. You cant leave the Scorpions....not like that, and especially after you took our money. You were told the rules when you joined, and you took the oath of your own free will. You took the pledge and you understood the commitment."

Henry blinked, and his mind raced. He was looking at Chris, trying to think it out, to find some words, to somehow, someway, get out of this.

Chris Harriman continued. "Yeah Henry, you know the rules. Hell , you were even there when we castrated Johnny, Johnny Cramer. Remember him Henry? He broke the code and he paid the price. You remember him, I know you do. The way he begged for his balls? Yeah, you loved watching him get banded that day. And you sure laughed when he grunted when I finally took his nuts. Yeah...you laughed the loudest of anyone. You know all about the jar man...so don't pretend you don't. Once a Scorpion you die a Scorpion, at least if you want to die a man. That's the code Henry. THE CODE. You know the code. You still owe."

Henry's face was snow white, and he was shaking. His mind raced with his options. His gun was in the bedroom, next to the bed, but that was a long way away and there was no way he could make it there. The memory of the Scorpions was a nightmare from his past, and now it was real, and the nightmare was here and he couldn't blink it away. He stammered, and then, desperate, he said: "Chris....please....that was years ago...I was a kid man...just a kid then. It wasn’t very much money, and I was only seventeen. I was stupid, and I never should have joined the gang. Only seventeen! I got scared after you castrated Johnny, and I ran. Hell, I wasn’t cut out to be in the gang. I was just a KID for GOD'S SAKE! You gotta understand man...PLEASE!!!"

Chris just stared at him, just a few feet away. Then he said, slowly, for effect: "Ahhh...so that's what you think?" Shaking his head, slowly, he went on: "Henry.....it doesn’t work that way. You didn’t just run away....you took our money and you took my girl and then you split. Shit man, you TOOK MY GIRL!!! Perhaps if you hadn't taken the girl I might have been sympathetic, but you took her. And then you married her....you FUCKER!"

Henry thought again of running for the gun. If he jumped up and ran........shit! He knew it was a waste even to think about it but he couldn’t help it. "Listen Chris... Susan.... Susan wasn't your girl....she wanted to go with me...she ASKED TO GO. You can ask her if you want...she'll be back any minute and she won't be alone. Our neighbor is a policeman and I think he will be coming...."

Chris moved forward suddenly, so that he was directly in front of Henry Coffer and he cut him off in mid-sentence with a wave of his hand. Then he said: "Save it....you know and I know that she's at your son's baseball practice right now, and she will be bringing him home at 6pm and there won't be anyone else with her. She usually arrives between 615 and 625pm, and she's never earlier than 605. It's only four Henry, and we have two hours for just you and me....two full hours to discuss old times and collect on some unpaid debts. You are mine Henry...MINE...for the next two hours. So don't try and bullshit me again."

The man was shaking now. Chris Harriman was right on with the times, and it was immediately obvious to Henry that the gang had been watching the house and checking on their routine. Chris had always been very thorough and careful, and it was apparent that hadn't changed. His lip was quivering....and his head was spinning. He had to think of something....and he needed to do it quickly. The problem was his mind was a total blank. He looked up, and then he said: "Chris....what do you want? I'll pay you....yeah, I'll give you some money man....I'm sure you are reasonable, and I'd like to make things right. I was just a kid man...just a kid. Please....be reasonable. What do you want? How much do you want?"

Chris ignored the question and instead looked over at the two Scorpions next to him, and he said "Take a stroll, and set up things outside. We will be there in about an hour or so. Drive the stakes in well and take your time looking for the spot. Oh, and take the kid's bat. It might come in handy later."

With that, two of the men turned and exited the room then, pulling the aluminum bat off of the wooden rack that was displaying it. Then, with a smile and a wave they left Chris and the other two members of the gang to deal with Henry. Slowly then, Chris Harriman turned to Henry Coffer, and said: "Henry, it's payback time. Take your shirt off....and let me see your muscles. The last time I saw your body you were a hot looking young man with a body that was going places. Lets see what a few years of married life has done to you."

Henry started to protest, but he stopped himself. He caught the fire in the gang leader's eyes, and he decided that perhaps going along for a few minutes might throw them off guard. If nothing else, it would give him time to think and the odds had already improved and now he was only facing three of them. So, slowly, trying to take as long as possible, he began to remove his tie, and as he reached for it Chris spoke: "Leave the tie.....I like it and it looks good on you. Just the shirt.....GET THE SHIRT OFF.... NOW!"

Henry Coffer's hands were shaking, and one of the gang members reached over to his collar and rolled it up....pulling the tie upward so that it was no longer within the shirts collar. As Henry worked the buttons down the other man held the collar of the shirt, pulling on it, as if to hurry him. Finally, the shirt came open, and then as he started to work it off the other gang member grew impatient and just grabbed it and pulled. There was the sound of ripping fabric, and after that they just ripped it off. The shirt came free in pieces. Then, almost instantly, two of the men just grabbed his white t-shirt and started ripping it too, pulling it off of him and doing it in a hurry. The entire thing was done in only a couple of minutes, and almost before he knew it he was sitting in the chair shirtless after that, with his tie still around his neck and looking ridiculous as it hung down his bare chest.

Henry Coffer's heart was pounding. He stared, and gasped, and he felt so helpless as he sat there shirtless, staring up at his former gang leader. Chris smiled, and stared back at him, looking at his chest and his nipples and the bulge in his pants. The shirtless man was in his thirties now, and there was just a little hair on his chest, between his nipples. Still, his stomach was flat, and hard, and he was obviously working at keeping himself in shape. His nipples were small, like dimes, and his upper torso was developed, into that "V" shape that defines a man with a body worth seeing.

Chris let his eyes linger. He was still built, with a hell of a body. Is that what she had seen in him? Why? Yeah....why had she married him? The anger burned within him, and he bit his lip as he studied the man staring up at him. Then, slowly, Chris said: "Get on your knees and beg me......beg me you fucker! Who knows...maybe I'll be impressed if you beg hard enough."

Henry Coffer's face was snow white...and he was scared to the core. Oh GOD....what could he do? Slowly, he moved out of the chair, without standing and got down on his knees and looked up at the leader of the Scorpions. Trying to look as sincere as he could, he said: "Please....PLEASE.... leave us alone. PLEASE LEAVE US ALONE CHRIS. I’m BEGGING YOU!!!!! I am. I am BEGGING YOU!"

The man begged like there was no tomorrow. Still, his face betrayed his fear, and it was obvious he was scared to the core. He was there on his knees, looking up, pleading, his face even with the crotch on Chris Harriman's pants. Slowly, Chris smiled, and then he reached down and opened his belt, unsnapping his jeans. Then, without any hesitation, he opened his pants wide, and then slid them down, along with his underwear, until they were all down to mid thigh. His big prick jumped out, bobbing up and down, the end already engorged and purple. It was half hard, or harder, growing right out of his thick mound of pubic hair, and as it bobbed in front of Henry's face, the man stopped begging and stared at it, shocked to the core and too scared to say another word.

Chris didn't waste any time. He said: "You like it Henry? Well, suck it.....Show me you are sincere and suck it good and give me some pleasure."

Henry looked up, and then back at the cock that was inches in front of his face. He had never sucked a cock in his life, and he didn't want to start now. He looked back at Chris, and then he said: 'PLEASE..........CHRIS...I'm not...well....no thank you Chris. I'm...I'm not into cocks. PLEASE DON'T.... DON'T MAKE ME TO DO THAT.... PLEASE!"

Chris repeated himself, only this time he raised his voice and there was an edge to it: "SUCK IT NOW YOU BASTARD. NOW. If you don't start sucking me, and do a really good job at it, then I'm gonna get really angry and if I get angry I don't know what I might start cutting up. So, unless you want a sliced up dick, I'd get sucking and I'd do it NOW. YOU GOT THAT? SUCK! NOW!"

Henry gasped, and said "OH...OH GOD...OH...OH...OH GOD." As he said that, Chris stepped forward, until the end of his prick was literally right up against the lips of the face of the man on his knees. Chris put his hands on the back of Henry's head, and pulled his head down, down to his dick. Henry realized there wasn’t anything he could do, and he really didn't have any options. Still...GOD! Oh fuck.....but he slowly looked at it, at the cock that was bouncing with eager anticipation.....until finally, as he tried to ignore the smell of the man in front of him, he opened his mouth, and parted his lips as Chris Harriman slid it inside. The cock was pulsating and bobbing as it entered his mouth, and the tip oozed precum as it throbbed with desire.

The two men watching laughed then, as he took in their leader's cock, and then they grinned as they watched the cock slide all the way in until Chris's pubic hair was literally up against Henry's nose. For Henry Coffer, it was totally humiliating, but what could he do? Chris forced his head up and down on his cock, working him deep with every stroke. Henry's eyes bugged, and he stood there with a mouth stuffed with cock and felt his own dick growing. What the fuck? Chris showed no mercy, shoving Henry's head up and down, making his mouth slide up and down over his cock. As it was happening Chris's cock expanded, and Henry felt it grow until it literally was being stuffed right down his throat. He gagged, and swallowed, and gagged some more, and then he almost vomited. Chris worked his head faster then, just bobbing it up and down, and Henry found himself sucking on it, finally just trying to get it over with and trying to please the man he feared in hopes, perhaps, that it might make things different. As he did that, Chris threw his head back, and said: "That’s it....always knew you could be a cocksucker. Yeah....that's it...suck my cock.....SUCK IT GOOD. Don't you dare spill a drop either Henry...not a drop."

The cock sucking went on for several minutes. Up and down his head bobbed, and his mouth worked the leader's pole. He was sucking his first cock and trying not to vomit as he was doing so. The entire penis filled his mouth, the pre-cum tasting sour as it oozed out over his tongue, and yet he continued to work it, up and down, hoping and praying that it would be enough. Eventually, Chris gasped himself, and his lips parted and he said "Oh...YEAH....oh YEAHHHHHHH" and then after that he was spurting his load down Henry's throat...his wad pumping out in spurt after spurt.

Chris held Henry's head on his pole, held his dick inside and stuffed so deep his pubic hair was smashed against his face. Henry's couldn't do anything, so he swallowed, and then swallowed again, gulping down the load of jism and somehow taking it all in. It was a hell of a load, and he drank it all, sucking it up and drinking it down. He could hardly believe he was doing that, even as he did it, and he had the thought as he was swallowing the load that he was doing something his wife had never done for him.

Finally, it was over, and as Chris pulled his cock out of the man's mouth it made a popping sound, and then his semen dripped down the corners and over Henry's chin. Henry looked funny, the gang leaders jism running out of his mouth, and the taste of the load musky and thick and oh-so-disgusting. Still, GOD...he had done it....swallowed the load and sucked him off. He had! Perhaps he would show him some mercy. Perhaps. It was something to hope for at least.

But that hope was dashed almost immediately. Chris stuffed his cock back into his pants, and then, with a glance to the obvious bulge in Henry's pants, he said to his two cohorts: "Get his hands tied, and then strip him. Its time for a few games and he seems up for it." With that, immediately the two gang members shoved Henry forward, hard, so that he fell, catching himself with his hands. They slammed him down to the floor, and then, grabbing his wrists, they jerked them backwards, behind his back, and pulled them together. Henry fought them, but they were big men, and even though he struggled he was no match for them. In a few minutes they had his wrists bound together, tight, and they jerked them up, high, way up his back. Then, they grabbed the necktie and pulled it around, so that it was pulled around so the tie was down his back now instead of his chest. Then, they looped the tie up, under his bound wrists, and tied the silk into a knot, holding his bound wrist high, way high, off of his butt and out of the way.

Of course, Henry fought them hard, and yelled out his protests even as it was happening. He struggled, and with a desperation that is hard to describe, he pleaded for mercy like a little boy about to be punished. The two goons flipped him over then, and unbuckled his belt and opened his nice dress slacks. With a jerk, they had his pants down, and then off, leaving him only in his hot underwear. Calvin Kline...of course. Oh so preppy. They were high rise briefs, holding his pouch and accentuating his manhood. Sexy pants...a gift of the wife perhaps? With a jerk and a rip, they too were gone, and after that his prick bounced and his balls bulged as the gang members got their first glimpse of his manhood, still hard and up and oh-so-eager.

With a nod from Chris, the two goons jerked him off the floor and back into the big chair he had been sitting in when they first entered the room. They tied him into it this time, tying his legs wide apart, with a rope around each knee and his ankles trussed to the bottom. A rope around his chest, and another around his neck, held him upright and in position, and with his hands tied behind him there was virtually nothing he could do but sit there and wait for things to happen.

Henry Coffer stared, and then he started to beg again. As he was begging, Chris Harriman reached out and hefted his sac, feeling the weight of it, and holding his scrotum as he felt out the nuts inside. Henry's voice broke, and he shuddered, and as he felt it he started to shake. "PLEASE....oh CHRIS...oh CHRIS...PLEASE...PLEASE DON'T. FOR GOD'S SAKE MAN...DON'T DO THIS. PLEASE!"

Chris Harriman ignored his begging, and just felt the sac. Then he let his fist run up, along the man's shaft. Feeling the end of his dick, he slid his thumb through the slit, and as he did Henry's cock jumped and grew even stiffer. He had a thick cock, and long, and the big end pulsated big and round and purple. It was rising up from between his legs almost as if it relished the attention it was getting from the leader of the Scorpions.

Even though his cock was boned up and jutting, Henry himself was shaking, and he was in a total panic. He was talking faster, just faster and faster, trying to say something to stop things from moving in the direction they were going. "Chris...oh man....oh please. I did what you asked and sucked you off man! Don't do this...don't. I've got a kid...he's a great kid Chirs. A great kid. Hey...Susan...Susan still talks about you Chris...she does. She doesn’t hate you man...don't do this! Oh DON'T!!!!! OH PLEASE."

Chris looked up at the mention of her name, and then, fondling the sac again, holding it, he said: "Quit begging Henry....you know these balls aren't yours...they aren’t. You know that and so do I, and so the sooner I take them the sooner you can get on with your perfect little life. One thing though. You are lucky Chris...lucky. You had my girl....took her....fucked her for fourteen years you did. You fucked her with balls you didn't deserve to keep. And to top it all off you two made a kid too, a kid to carry your line and to hold your seed. Hell, you know, I'm tempted to nut him too. Yeah, that would be something, and probably really piss her off. It's a thought, adding your son's nads to the jar. Yeah....that's an idea isn't it? Maybe that would teach you...if I nutted your son while I made you watch. Would you like that???"

Henry's face blanched white....and he screamed. He saw the look in the gang leader's eyes, and he suddenly realized that there was a lot more at stake than his own testicles. Shit. Oh GOD. Then he said: "Don't....don't touch the boy. Please. Oh for God's sake Chris....PLEASE. He's innocent.... Then, suddenly, he said "HIS NAME IS CHRISTOPHER....we named him after you Chris....we named him AFTER YOU! It was Susan's idea....she insisted on it."

Chris Harriman stopped, and stared at him. He blinked. Then, slowly, he looked back at the boy's picture, and let the thought of that sink in. Was he telling the truth? There were a lot of books in the study, and as he scanned them over he saw a yearbook from the kid's middle school. He pointed at it, and one of the gang members went to it and pulled it from the shelf. Chris Harriman let go of Henry's balls then, and stood up and began to scan through the kid's yearbook. Flipping the pages, he found the boy, there, in the eighth grader pictures, looking all handsome and with the big smile that seemed to be his trademark. "Chris Coffer"...sure as shit it said. GOD! Chris Harriman stared at the book, looking at the picture of the eighth grader and staring at the kid with his name. Wow. So, she had named their only son after him. Who would have thought? Well, so be it. The kid could keep his balls then, although he sure as hell wasn't about to let his father know.

With that thought he glanced at his watch, and decided to get things moving where they had to go. He went to the backpack they had brought with them, and removed three items to start with. The first was just a block of wood...a piece of two-by-four about six inches long. The second item was more sinister....it was a heavy rubber mallet, the kind one might use to pound a dented fender at an auto body shop. The hammer was fairly heavy, and when Henry saw it he stared and stared and the fear went straight through him to the core. The last item was a big pair of vice grips, and it was those that made Chris smile.

Taking the vice grips in his hand, he adjusted the opening of the jaws until they were closed completely when the handles were closed down tight. Then, he kneeled down again, so that he was directly in front of Henry. Henry was shaking with fear, and with a voice that literally cracked he said "OH GOD...OH PLEASE....WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO?"

Chris picked up his scrotum again...and felt it....working his fingers down....down into the man's sack until he found the left testicle. It was a fat orb, and as he squeezed for it and felt it out, carefully feeling for the cord that fed it, the man who owned it grimaced and jumped. Henry was staring at the leader of the Scorpions, feeling horrible as the man he hated held his sac and felt out his left nut and found the cord. He started to shake more, and then, suddenly, he started to beg like there was no tomorrow coming.

Chris stopped him with a stare. Then he said: "Henry.....no more....you say ONE MORE WORD...just ONE MORE, and I'll gag you and your talking days will be over. So just sit there like a good little boy and you and I can get this over with without making it too big of a deal. You used to say you'd give your left nut if you could be rich. Ever remember saying that? I do. I remember when you said it, cause I looked at you and said "That could happen you know." Remember? You laughed then, and so did I. Well, I've never forgotten you and when you used that expression.

You know, you have a nice left nut here...yeah....a very nice ball. I think its time we needed to give it some very personal attention." With that, he picked up the vice grips, and still holding the cord with his other hand, he maneuvered the big pair of pliers up, until he had positioned the open jaws so that they encircled the cord that went to the ball. Slowly then he started to squeeze the handles....closing the jaws and smashing the ball cord.

As he did, Henry Coffer screamed. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH... oh...oh... ARHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" Chris clamped down on the handles then, hard, so that the jaws of the vice grips closed completely, crushing the life giving cord that had fed Henry Coffer's left ball for his entire lifetime. As that was being done, the man bucked his hips and shook the chair, feeling the feeling....his nut being clamped off even as it still resided in his sac. He screamed, a loud babbling scream, feeling the feeling as Chris half-castrated him.

As Henry felt the pliers crushing his cord he bit his lip and stared with open eyes. God. So....this was it....the feeling...the feeling as he was being half castrated. God. Still, it was only one ball...only one, and maybe, maybe that would be enough and he could keep his other one. He trembled, feeling the cord being crushed, staring at the pliers and feeling it being done. God it hurt!

Chris left the pliers locked in place for several minutes, crushing the cord flat and effectively ending the future of the man's left ball. It was already doomed of course, the dying process beginning with the clamping of the cord and the stoppage of the blood supply. And of course, it hurt like hell. But it would take a while to kill the nut. To kill it dead, and Chris Harriman had no intention of waiting out that process.

Henry was doing a lot of screaming, loudly, and as he bucked in the chair and struggled there was a danger someone might overhear. Chris didn't feel like taking any chances. As he crushed Henry's cord, Chris nodded to his friends, and without a word being said they reached up and slipped a little ball gag in place. It had a strap that went around the head, and a little yellow rubber ball that filled his mouth. It was totally effective. Henry's eyes bugged out as he was gagged, and then he started just babbling into it...mumbling, as he pleaded and begged and jerked and struggled. He bit down, hard on the rubber ball in his mouth, screaming into the gag and mumbling as he struggled. Still, now unable to speak any words, his terror intensified a hundred times.

Slowly, Chris Harriman reached down and unclamped the pliers. The damage was done. Then, without saying a word, he took the wooden block and slid it in between Henry's legs, under his balls, so that his loose sac of testicles were resting on the piece of lumber. That being done, Chris picked up the mallet, and nodded to one of the other gang members. They reached out, from behind the chair, and took Henry's cock and held it up, out of the way. He was already stiff, and he grew stiffer. Henry looked down, at his balls which were hurting so damn bad, and as he watched Chris Harriman raised the mallet up above them about a foot.

Then he spoke: "You know Henry....this mallet only weighs a couple of pounds. That’s all...just a couple of pounds. Still...for some reason, it sure is a very effective device, especially when its being used to unman someone like you." With that, he dropped the hammer, and let it fall squarely down directly onto the left nut of the man that was tied out and waiting for it.

When it hit, the effect was immediate. Henry Coffer's entire body spasmed, and he started to scream into his gag like a wild animal caught in a trap. He bucked his hips, and his legs reflexively spasmed as he tried to close them together. He jerked in the chair, and screamed again then, a long babbling scream as the waves of pain shot through his already dying nut. Even so, again, Chris Harriman lifted the hammer again, a little higher this time, and then he let it fall once again until it impacted a second time into the man's left nut, slamming into it and crushing it up against the piece of lumber below.

Then, he did it again. And then again. Henry was shaking his head back and forth, his eyes wide open, straining, like a madman as his left ball was being hammered. It didn't matter, and for the leader of the Scorpions, it didn't change anything he was doing. BAM! Each time Chris raised the hammer a little higher, and each time he brought the mallet down with an increasing force. BAMM. BAMMM. BAMMMMMMM. For Henry Coffer, his world just became the hammer and his left ball, the hammer and his ball.

He grunted, screamed into the gag, and he almost vomited. He felt so damn sick...so damn sick it can't really be described. Still, Chris just lifted the mallet and dropped it, working the left nut of his enemy again and again and again. Higher and higher, and then faster and faster. Henry bucked into the chair, jerking like a wild man....and then, his body spasmed as his left nut ruptured. He felt it, felt it just explode, deep in his sac, the nut becoming suddenly and instantly just mush and now crushed and flattened and pulverized. He threw his head back, and screamed and screamed and screamed.

Chris felt it go...felt the man's ball give with the drop of the hammer. He stopped then, and felt it out...carefully working his fingers through the remains of the man's left testicle. It was all mush now, the round orb no longer there really, and instead just a loose feeling of smashed tissue where minutes before his ball had been. As he felt it, Chris Harriman grinned from ear to ear.

Chris then said, giggling, "You know Henry, making your old wish come true and watching you give me your left nut was just so invigorating. How did that feel? Good? No? Well, I sure enjoyed it!"

Henry just stared straight after that, into the room, the feeling in his groin deep and primal. God...please, let that be all! Slowly, his attention came back to Chris Harriman, and the little backpack he was again reaching into. This time the gang leader came out with a long piece of surgical tubing. Without a word he slipped it around Henry's balls, around the top of his sac, and then he tied a knot in the stretchy rubber. Next, he pulled out and up on the rubber tubing, stretching it out, way out, and then as Henry watched Chris started to wrap the stretched tube around and around the top of his scrotum. Henry stared, and felt it being done, felt the elastic rubber as it was wrapped around his sac. Finally, Chris slipped the end of it under itself, and then with a grin he let go of the rubber. Henry grunted then, as the rubber snapped back, tight, so fucking tight that it literally and figuratively cinched off the man's balls as effectively as any mechanical banding machine.

Chris looked up at the man he was castrating, watching him struggle and his eyes go wide with panic. Then he said: "Yeah...I know Henry...it hurts like hell. But your right nut is still alive, and well, frankly, that needs to change. You know, you sure are hard. Yeah, you are that. Hard and dripping Henry. God...look at that cock of yours! You'd think you were enjoying this." As he stared at Henry's cock, Chris reached down into the pack and lifted out a short piece of straw. It was just a piece from a plastic straw, that you could find in any fast food restaurant. It had been cut off, and was only about two inches long.

Henry was watching him, watching everything, as he sat in the chair and felt his cinched off sac screaming at him. He bucked his hips again, hard, but the ropes were tight and there was nothing he could do. He wondered how long it would take. God it hurt...his left nut was mush and the pain was just so intense it could hardly believe it.

Chris leaned forward then, and took Henry's dick in his left hand. Slowly, he let his fingers slide up, and then down his shaft, and then back up until his thumb was sliding over the end of the man's penis. Henry stared, shaking, watching the leader hold his cock, working his thumb through the slit and working his precum over the end of his cock. Chris, using his finger and thumb, and gripping the very head of Henry's cock, pulled apart the end, the very end, so that the lips of Henry's cock opened like a miniature mouth. As Henry watched, Chris moved his right hand up, with the piece of straw, and then slowly, and carefully, he just pushed the straw with a rotating motion until it went down into the oozing piss slit.

Of course, Henry bucked his hips and started screaming again into his gag, babbling really now, just a flow of mumbling words as he screamed and screamed. It didn't make any difference, and in a few seconds the thin plastic tube was down, deep, buried in the end of his cock and a part of it now. It was just below the very tip, so that the man's piss slit was open, wide open, a little hole in the end of his cock that continue to ooze precum and was now glistening with semen. The straw itself was out of sight, hidden from view, but it held the man's cock hole open like a miniature ass, just a little hole in the end of his cock that stared like some unblinking eye.

Henry couldn't believe they had shoved that thing in his cock. It had hurt too, and was in there now, buried inside the end of his dick, holding the hole open for God knows what purpose. He felt the elastic around his scrotum, pinching off the blood supply, and as he felt it the memory of Johnny Crammer came flooding back to him. So, it must have felt like this....his nuts aching....ACHING.... throbbing in their sac as the band of rubber cinched them off and killed them minute by minute. It was a horrible feeling, and he ached, feeling the feeling and unable to do anything about it.

Chris stood up then, and said simply, "OK....let's do it."

With that, the two goons began to untie him, and in less than a minute they had jerked Henry to his feet. His hands were still bound behind him, but other than that the naked man was free, and yet with the two Scorpion members on either side of him he wasn’t able to do anything. His cock jutted up, eagerly, at a solid forty-five degree angle that bounced and bobbed. The end of his cock was drooling now, a long thin line of goo just oozing out of the gaping hole, like a wet string that ran down toward his knees.

They walked him then out of the room, and down the hall toward the big living room. There, they just shoved him up against the couch, hard, and with a hand on the back of his head they thrust him over it. Then, they kicked his feet apart, wide apart, so that he was over the fancy couch and his legs were apart in an inverted "V". He was bent at the waist then, doubled over, with just the tips of his toes on the floor.

Chris nodded, and the biggest of the two Scorpions grinned, and then he opened his pants and slid them down. He fisted his own cock, stroking it, and in seconds it was stiff and hard and eager. Chris handed him a miniature bottle of lotion, taken from the master bathroom. Lubing up his cock, the big man just leaned forward then, until it was up against Henry's hole, pushing against it. Henry stared at the couch in shame, feeling the man's cock, and then, suddenly, he felt him push forward and he grunted into his gag as his ring of muscle gave way and his virgin hole welcomed the invader.

As the man raped the ass of the man being castrated, Chris giggled and then he spoke: "Yeah....how does that feel Henry? How does it feel to have a real cock in your ass while your balls are dying? You like it? No? Well, TOO FUCKING BAD. Michaels no queer Henry....but with your left ball dead and your right ball dying, you aren’t really a man anymore. So, if you aren’t a man then you're something else, and its way past time to spread those legs and open your hole. So, feel that cock Henry. Feel it. Go ahead, pinch down on it if you want....yeah...make your hole as tight as you can. Tighten up that sphincter Henry....grip that cock. Yeah...grip it and fuck it like the whore you are."

The rape went on for several minutes, until finally the big man grunted and pumped out his load. He came and came, squirting out his cream into Henry's Coffers ass, pumping it out in squirt after squirt. Finally, satisfied, he pulled out and grinned from ear to ear. The other man was already prepared, his pants down and his cock up and eager and glistening with the lube. He took the place of the spent man, and rammed his cock in deep, doing it fast and with a single, massive thrust.

Henry screamed into his gag, taking the second cock deep....feeling it probing directly into is prostate. He thought of AIDS, and wondered if the men were infected. Neither were using a rubber, and as he felt the man fucking him there was nothing he could do about it. He felt the man's big balls slapping into his ass too, as his cock rammed in and out like piston on a locomotive. In and out, deep, hard, and faster and faster. Finally, he too ejaculated, filling up Henry's puckered anus with so much spunk that it was dripping out of him and onto the floor.

Chris starting laughing, and then he said: "Hell Richard, you sure were horny! Well, is he all lubed up for me?" As he asked the question Chris Harriman was opening his pants again, and his cock again was stiff and eager and jutting up and into the room. It was a thick cock, and the end was still red from its earlier blow. Henry looked back, over his shoulder, and seeing Chris's rock hard cock up and ready again, his eyes went wide. Then, Chris just smiled and gave him a wink, just before he pushed his meat deep into Henry's hole...all the way in until it he was buried to his balls. Then he started the in and out motion, driving his cock deeper with each stroke. As he fucked the man he hated, he said: "Yeah....your ass is still tight Henry, nice and tight. It does feel good, got to tell you that. How do you like it, feeing your nuts dying as I poke your hole as if it was a pussy?"

Of course, the question could not be answered, not with the gag in his mouth it couldn't. Henry Coffer screamed into his gag, mumbling out the words as he begged for it to end. He felt so violated, and the ache in his nuts just hurt like hell. He knew his balls were dying....his left ball already crushed and his right one screaming for nourishment. He was so helpless, and then, in desperation, he bucked his hips, slamming his hole back onto the cock of the Scorpion's leader in the process. Chris laughed as Henry struggled, feeling the ass muscles tighten around his cock and sending waves of pleasure down his pole.

Chris Harriman was in no hurry. He just worked his cock in and out, feeling the tightness of the hole he was fucking. His friends' sperm made everything slippery, so that his cock made a slurping sound as he did his fucking. Having just ejaculated down Henry's throat, his cock took a little longer to build up the pleasure and to reach its orgasm. Chris didn't care. He was enjoying the fuck, enjoying the feeling of being buried to his balls, his scrotum slapping against Henry's ass with a slap-slap-slap sound. God it felt so damn good. Part of the feeling was knowing he was doing it, fucking the man he hated. He enjoyed it, savored it, fucking the man as he turned him into a eunuch. It went on and on and on.

Henry just stared then, unable to do anything, but just stare and wait and grunt as he felt the gang leader's piston splitting open his hole. His own cock hurt too now, the piece of plastic straw down his tube irritating it. His own cock was oozing precum and literally dripping continuously. The feeling of Chris's cock slamming into his prostate was intense, and might have been enough to push him over the edge under different circumstances. But with the pain emanating from his nuts the pleasurable feelings just never had a chance.

Finally, Chris ejaculated. He screamed "OH FUCK...OH FUCKKKKKKK, YEAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" and then he shot and shot and shot. He grunted as he shot his load, grunted it out, feeling so good it can't be described. It was a great fuck, just a GREAT FUCK, and Henry's ass was so wet by then that it had felt wonderful to fill it with sperm.

Chris pulled out, with a popping sound, and then as he stuffed his spent dick back into his pants he nodded at Richard and Michael. The big goons jerked Henry to his feet. He had tears in his eyes, but he had stopped begging now. He just stared and stared, his ass violated and what was left of his balls just dying on the vine. The man's balls were a reddish-purple color now, screaming for blood that was being denied them. His cock though was jutting out...literally, as stiff as a teenager's dick when he's about to fuck his first girl. The stimulation of his prostate had enlarged it fully, and now it jutted out and bobbed obscenely.

Chris walked around to Henry, so that they were face to face, literally inches apart. Chris then said: "Henry...its time...time to take you outside. Your cock looks so eager, and I just wouldn't want to leave you without at least letting you fuck SOMETHING. Of course, to make this really fun, I think it needs to be a surprise. With that, from behind, one of the goons took a strip of duct tape and laid it across Henry's eyes, effectively blindfolding him so he couldn't see where he was going. Then, that done, Chris nodded, and then with a shove they started to march Henry outside, into the blazing Florida sun that was hot and burning without a cloud in the sky.

As they marched Henry across his back yard at first he thought they might be taking him to the pool, perhaps to drown him or something. But they walked him around that, and then on down the long length of his yard. He tried to figure it out, trying to imagine where they were walking him. But he couldn't. There wasn’t much to his yard, other than the pool, and he sure wasn’t a gardener, for one thing. His yard was sun baked and dry and the St Augustine grass wasn’t taking hold. He tried to keep it watered, but between the hot sun and the fire ants and the busy schedule he just couldn't get it to grow.

A blindfold makes you aware of things you might not otherwise notice. For one thing, he could hear the kids next door, laughing and partying as they had their fun. Lots of kids...lots of them. The rock music was playing, and it was loud, but not booming. Still, he knew as he listened that he could yell as loud as he wanted into his gag and there was no way he was going to get their attention. With the privacy fence they couldn't see him, and so even though they were there, just outside, he knew there wouldn't be any help coming from that direction.

Listening to the party, he could hear boys and girls laughing, doing their flirt and making the moves that would probably lead some of them to sex before the weekend was over. God! He thought of the two teenage boys next door that were hosting the party. Peter and Thomas, two good kids that seemed to have everything. Damn....yeah, they were just two teenage boys growing up flirting and pussy chasing and jerking their meat, having their fun as their balls grew and changed their bodies. As for him, his nuts were dying, cinched off and dying, and he wondered how his own body was going to change after it was over. That wasn't a happy thought, and as he listened to the teenagers laugh and chase the girls, it occurred to him that they were becoming men while he was being unmanned. It was a hell of a thought.

Suddenly, they stopped him, and then with a shove the pushed him down, until he was on his knees. He felt the men loop two ropes around his knees, and then they tied them out, and apart, to two stakes that they had driven into the ground. Likewise, they attached his ankles to two more stakes. Another rope went around his waist, and the end of that went to two other stakes in the ground in front of him. Finally, two more were slipped up between his legs and secured. He was on his knees....with his feet behind him and his back straight up, and Chris was standing over him, with his hand on his head patting him like he was a little kid about to head out on some big adventure.

Chris ran his fingers through Henry's hair, playing with it, and then he said: "You know Henry, I'm gonna be nice to you and give you one more fuck. I think you deserve that much, and then, well, I'm gonna leave and walk out of your life. Forever. Now, I have to tell you a few things though before we get your rocks off, because once you start your fucking you aren’t gonna be listening to me I don't imagine. So, well, I need to tell you a few very important things and then after that you can start your fucking."

As he said that Chris Harriman leaned over, and took Henry's cock in his hand. Slowly, he started to stroke it, very gently, stroking his hand up and down the man's boner, jacking it, working it. It grew stiffer, and then even stiffer, and soon was like a rod of steel as his semen oozed from the gaping hole in the end of it. Even with his balls cinched off, it did feel good. As he was stroking Henry's cock, Chris Harriman continued to talk.

"Susan's not gonna be happy with me, I know that and well, it's just the price I guess of making you pay. But you broke the code, so you will have to explain it to her. But you two need to know one thing. You don't know who did this to you. You have no idea. NO IDEA AT ALL. You got that? IF you forget that, then the police are gonna cause some problems, and if that happens then somebody's gonna have to come all the way back down here and take another set of balls. You got my drift? I sure don't want that to happen, and nor do you. But make no mistake, I'll have the boy nutted in an instant if you turn me in."

"Now, I like your son, Christopher. I like him...even though I haven’t met the young man. But he does have a great name. Yeah, at least he has that even if he's gonna have a eunuch for a father. I think for all our sakes it's probably better that I don't meet him right now and I'm sure we all want the boy to keep his nuts. So, do we understand each other?"

Henry Coffer nodded his head. It was crystal clear; crystal. Of course they would protect their boy, even though it meant that Chris would get away with all of it. Still, what choice was there? None. None at all. As he had that thought and felt his pole being jacked, moving him up the ladder towards a sexual release, suddenly Chris Harriman ripped off the duct tape, and the bright sun illuminated Henry's world. He blinked, and blinked again, and then he tried to focus. Chris dropped his cock, just before he started to cum. He looked down, and his knees were splayed out, apart, tied to two metal spikes that had been driven into the ground. His cock was sticking straight up and out, hard, the entire end bright purple, and a string of semen drooling out the tip with its open hole. But the spikes and his cock weren't what held his attention. No, it was the mound of dirt in front of him, directly in front of him, that scared him to the core. It was just a mound, a mound of dirt, but he knew instantly exactly what kind of a mound it was.

It was a fire ant mound. He had them in his yard, like everyone did in Florida now, and while he had chased them and bombarded them with pesticides and fought them they always seem to come back. The mound in front of him was about a foot high, and it looked oh-so-innocent. But it was right in front of him, directly in front of him, and as he saw it the chill went straight down his spine. It had to be infested with a million of them.

Nothing of course bites like a fire ant. Nothing. A single bite hurts like shit, burns even, and there is no way you can have a picnic outside or sit on your yard if there are fire ants about. No way in hell. But here he was, sure as shit, forced to kneel in front of the mound like he was praying to it. OH GOD. He started to shake his head, to mumble out and to beg, but there wasn’t any mercy coming and even as he begged he knew that his very bad day was about to get a hell of a lot worse.

Chris Harriman was standing just to the side of Henry, waiting, waiting for the man to take it all in and to see where things were going. He saw his eyes go wide in panic, and that made Chris smile. Chris stepped behind Henry then, looking at his glistening back that was slick with sweat. His armpits were damp too, and his legs twitched as he tried to close them. Henry was staring at the ant hill...looking at it, concentrating on it and he was white with fear.

Chris smiled, and stared at the sac of balls that was hanging down between the man's widespread legs. Fat balls, and now a very dark shade of deep red, almost purple even. They were being strangled, sure as shit they were, and yet they were a long way from dead yet. Chris looked over at his cohorts, and one of the goons handed the baseball bat to Chris, the one the boy had used to make his Grand Slam. Henry didn’t look up, and missed it being passed. With the bat in one hand, Chris just brought it up and overhead, swinging it in a great arc that brought it down, toward the ground and then right up and directly in between the tied out and spread legs of Henry Coffer. As the bat impacted into the man's noosed sac, it caught him totally by surprise, and he screamed into his gag, and started to buckle. The impact of the bat into his scrotum made a "thwatttttttttt" sound, and he grunted and his legs jerked hard against the ropes, as he tried desperately to slam his legs together.

Henry turned his head with a jerk then, looking over his shoulder, back at Chris Harriman. OH GOD...as he watched once again Chris brought the bat up, high overhead and then following through he brought it down in a long circular sweeping motion so fast it literally whistled into Henry's balls. His eyes went wide with fear, as he watched the bat, curving, downward and then back up, back up and between his legs and into his nuts. There was nothing he could do of course but watch it happen. The bat slammed home, re-crushing the already ruptured left nut and hitting his scrotum so hard that the right one almost popped as well. "URGHHHHHHHHHH" he grunted, and his knees tried to jerk closed so hard that the ropes binding them apart seemed almost to cut into his flesh. Helpless, he felt the pain in his groin, that radiated like no pain he had ever felt and the bile ran up into his throat as if it had been forced out of him. Chris was holding the bat there, up against his nuts, into them in a way, lifting up on the sac and holding the bat against his scrotum.

Henry Coffer almost vomited, and he gasped with the second hit and tried to jerk his knees together again and again and again. He fell forward, toward the mound, but they were holding him, by his tie, holding the back of his neck to keep him from falling flat. Chris pushed the bat forward though, sliding it along his sac, so that it just rubbed the underside of his scrotum as he pushed it along toward the mound. Henry looked at it, at the bat, and as he watched Chris just pushed it right into the mound, deep, so that it made a hole in the mound directly in front of him.

The bat went into the ant hill easily, and Chris pushed it down, so that it was in at least a foot. One end was in the mound, and the other end of the bat was under Henry's scrotum. Chris twisted the bat then, back and forth, rounding the hole and compressing the sides. He started to laugh then, and then he pulled it out, carefully, leaving a round hole in the dirt like a tunnel to hell. As he did he said: "Ever fucked an anthill Henry? I don't imagine it will be quite as inviting as a real pussy but it's as close as you're going to get today." Then, together, as they all stared, out of that tunnel, like a swarm, came a hundred thousand fire ants.

Henry Coffer jerked his head back and forth, side to side and mumbling "NO NO NO" as he jerked and flailed, to the extent that his bonds would allow him. The other gang members pushed him forward then, down, down until his body was shoved up against the big anthill. His stiff cock just disappeared right down into the hole, like it was made for it, and then he fell forward, like a man might fall into a woman he had just mounted. The goons worked quickly then, and tied the ends of the rope that was looped around his waist to two more pegs that had been driven off to the sides. They also used the ropes around his thighs to secure him in position. It took only seconds, and with the ropes pinning him in position it didn’t' matter how hard he struggled. There was no way to get loose or to withdraw his cock from the hellhole it was buried in.

The effect was immediate. He screamed, and screamed and screamed into his gag, struggling desperately. The ants started biting right away of course, swarming out of the mound and up between his legs. They were running through the hairs on his balls within seconds, and up and over his ass, along his crack and even down, down to where his puckered anus still drooled the gang's semen.

The ants attacked his cock with a vengeance, and that put Henry in motion as he tried to get them off his cock. He went ballistic, and started bucking his hips, hard, fast and furiously humping the ground, struggling desperately to get away, to pull out the stakes and to withdraw his cock. In and out, in and out, like a pile driver he thrusted into the mound, screaming like a mad man as he fucked the hole. The ants were trying to swarm over his rod of course, and as he jerked it and thrusted desperately to get them off it just tended to make them madder and madder, as if some phallic monster was invading their anthill. Of course, they attacked the invader with a vengeance. The ants bit, hard, and often, and with each bite the pain shot through him like a red hot ice pick.

Chris grinned. He was staring right down at Henry's ass, watching it bob up and down. He stared at the hair on the man's legs, and his hole and the way it puckered open and closed. There was already a line of the ants swarming up his crack, coming from under his ass and moving with a purpose. As this was happening, Chris slowly put on a pair of latex gloves to protect his hands from the ants. Then, taking his knife, he just reached downward and with his left hand he wrapped his fist around the man's already tied-off scrotum. He pulled out on Henrys balls, stretching out the entire sac, pulling out on his manhood and squeezing his scrotum and what was left of its basket of jewels. With the other, he brought his knife down, so that the blade rested right below the rubber tubing that he had used to cinch off the sac.

Time stood still.

Then he said: "Well Henry...I do think it's time....time to get your rocks off." As he said that he started moving his right wrist up and down, pushing the knife into the fat scrotum, starting the castration , drawing the knife up and down and up and down. As he worked the steel and began the castration, he could feel the cords inside, and for a brief second the knife hung up on them.

Of course, as Henry Coffer felt the knife, felt it cutting into his manhood even as the ants swarmed over his cock and his balls and his ass, he screamed again, grunting into his gag as he simultaneously started to ejaculate. There wasn't any pleasure to it. It just happened, almost as if his body was making one last and final attempt to fertilize something, anything, before its balls were gone forever and it was no longer possible. Regardless of the reason, his cock squirted out his goo, and Henry felt it, felt it as he came one last time and his dick spasmed even as the gang knife was cutting through his manhood.

He felt the biting ants, felt the wad, and was aware of his load as it pumped out his cock. But the feeling of having his nuts stolen was worse than everything else combined. He felt his castration, felt all of it, as it was happening. He couldn't believe it and yet there was nothing he could do to stop it. He lived the feeling of losing his balls, of being unmanned, of being bested by another man and it was so humiliating he wanted to die. It was a primal feeling really, and so deep, that he jerked and fought with everything he had to somehow stop the unstoppable. It was the worst feeling he had ever had, and he slammed his head back and forth and grunted as he felt the feeling no man ever wants to feel.

"URGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" he grunted, as he felt the knife slicing into him. He slammed his hips up and down, and jerked so hard with his legs, trying to draw them together to protect his sac, that the stakes in the ground he was tied to actually bent.

It didn't make any difference of course. He knew what was happening, knew he was being castrated, and yet he was powerless to stop it. His eyes were wide open as it was being done, staring straight ahead as one of the gang members stared back watching. The expression on Henrys face defined pure misery, the look of fear and humiliation and pain and defeat all rolled together. In contrast, the gang member watching him being unmanned was grinning, from ear to ear, and he licked his lips as Chris Harriman and his knife was doing the job.

Chris wasn't in any hurry either. He took his time, savoring the moment, letting the knife do the work and just sawing it slowly through the top of Henry's scrotum. He wanted Henry to feel it, all of it, and he wanted to prolong it as long as he could. He worked the blade, up and down as he cut into the sac and pulled out on the scrotum at the same time. Henry grunted again, one more time, and his hips slammed up and down as his half-castrated cock continued to fuck the hole. There was no future coming, no hope, just an empty feeling that consumed his being. Still, even so, he pounded his cock in and out of the ant hill pussy, even as his last load of semen jetted into the mound of ants. He squirted and squirted, pumping his last wad deep into the hill, flooding the mound while the ants were simultaneously biting his meat and his ass and hole.

Then, finally, as Henry's ejaculation began to ebb, Chris gave the sac another hard pull, while he continued to work the knife up and down at the same time. Suddenly, Henry's entire scrotum came free just as his cock stopped squirting. Chris laughed as it happened, and Henry's entire body shuddered as he was robbed of his balls. He grunted loudly into his gag as his castration was done and the new pain overwhelmed him. There was a burn where his nuts had been, a terrible burn that just ripped across his empty soul. Then, on top of that, there was a new sensation, as the ants swarmed inside of his cock, running through the straw tunnel embedded in the tip and seeking out the source from which the cream had squirted. Henry screamed into his gag as his cock filled with ants. It was a new, loud, babbling scream, that didn’t even sound human anymore. It was a scream that went on and on and on, without a beginning and without an ending.

The gang left then, left him there, with his prick still down the hole and the ants swarming over it and in it. They were all over his ass too, biting his crack and his anus and even the spot where his balls had been. They were angry, and they attacked him, their bites burning like a hundred thousand hot needles. As Chris Harriman looked back over his shoulder, he watched as Henry continued to babble and buck and to scream, his eunuch hips a blur as he tried to shake off the ants that were literally driving him insane. It was a useless gesture of course, but one he couldn't help or stop, and so the castrated man just jerked and bobbed, still fucking the mound, his balls missing now and all hope gone. Next door, the music continued to play, and the teenage boys there, oblivious to what was happening next door, laughed and giggled and danced.

Chis Harriman dropped Henry's balls into a plastic bag for the trip home. Then Chris looked at his watch, and it was just coming up on 6pm. It was time to go. With that thought, he took a final look back to Henry Coffer, the new eunuch that was still fucking the ground like some crazed maniac from an insane asylum. Trying to keep the ants off his cock, the man's neutered ass was still a blur, jerking it up and down trying to pull it free and in the process fucking the ground as if it was a woman. As his ass came up, pulling his cock half out and exposing it in the process, Chris could see that it was already twice its normal size. It was literally filling up with ants, and growing in the process, swelling by the second.

For a moment he let his mind wander. She would find him of course, and then to the hospital they would go. There, the doctors would try and save his cock, maybe, but in the weeks to come it would turn purple and split and swell. Perhaps it would turn black and die. There was a good chance of that for sure. As long as it was buried in the mound, the ants were on it and inside of it, eating it literally, a bite at a time, depositing their poison with every bite as they ate his cock. No matter how good the doctors were, it would never be the cock it was. Never. A lot depended on when she got home and how quick she found him.

He wandered on more thing. Would she keep him? She might, but that wasn’t a certainty by any means. As he stared at the man, still fucking the ground, he started to laugh, and he laughed and laughed and laughed. He would still be laughing, long after they had left Florida and he had put Henry's sac of balls in the jar.

[Authors note: Adult fiction. © Copyright May, 2003. All rights reserved. Not to be copied without the consent of the author. All comments appreciated.]