Gangs, Balls, and Jealousy

My name is Oliver, Oliver Stark, and I guess this story is one worth telling. It's about my friend, and about jealousy, and what happened to him. Perhaps if it can serve as a lesson to you then it's worth the time for you to read it. I don't know why I went to see him, but I guess since we had been best friends it was just one of those things I had to do. Of course, we all knew where he was, and yet after he had been sent away I had always just assumed that he would call me. I tried to call him, but he didn't have a phone, at least not with a listed number, so all I could do was wait for him to make the effort from his end. But he hadn't, and when I had written to him he hadn't responded to my letter either. So, well, I missed him, and even though he had lost his balls I still considered him a friend of mine. I figured he must be mad at me, or something, because he hadn't called and he certainly had my number.

It had been a year, and yet I just couldn't get up the courage to go and knock on his door. He wasn’t that far away...not really. Sure, he was in a different state and a small little shit of a town, but it wasn't that far and so I guess I can't really say that was the reason that I put it off for so long. Of course, as a former gang member he had been banished, and none of us were really supposed to visit with him. Still, that wasn't that big of a deal as I saw it, and so while I guess I told myself that was the reason I knew it really wasn’t. No one would know for one thing, and chances are, if the truth be known, nobody would care either. Besides, real friendship supercedes a lot of things.

No, it wasn’t that. I think the real problem is that I had no idea really what to say to him. What can you say really, to a friend who in a small sort of way you helped castrate? I was of course not responsible, but I had been there, for part of it, and so perhaps he blamed me in a way. After all, it was me that had brought the E-Z Bander and the jar to where he was tied so that it could be done to him. The fact I had begged for him, and later that I hadn't stayed around when it was done, probably didn't change it all that much in his mind. At least, I didn't imagine it did. Regardless, he got nutted just the same and I figured at the very least he was bitter and perhaps even humiliated over it.

Still, he is my best friend, or at least he was. Jason and I went way back, to the time when we were little boys and rode our bikes together. In our high school days we had played sports on the same teams, and double-dated and even had a few joint jerk sessions when we were sprouting our way through puberty. Yeah, Jason and I were best friends, and we shared everything. We even joined the Scorpions together and had taken the gang's oath at the same time. In a very real way he was as close to a brother as I've ever had.

When I last saw him, before the visit that makes up this tale, he had been the perfect male specimen, a fucking machine really, hot looking and the envy for most of us. He had that body all men strive for, the kind that is tight, with crisscrossed abs and a flat, ripped stomach. He always was a guy with muscles, and his pecs and chest were strong, and defined. Yeah, even on that last day, when he was hanging there from the hook and his prick was all jutted up for the last time, he had looked so hot and so sexy that any girl would have wanted him. I was always envious of his body, and now, a year later, I still think it's a shame what they did to him. Yeah, Jason had always had his pick of girls, back then he had, when he still had his balls and was fucking them on a regular, almost daily, basis.

His big mistake of course was Mollie Jennings, the one and only girl in all the world he had ever really fallen for. She had that Class-A chick body that all guys crave, and her big, firm tits and narrow oh-so-perfect hips had all of us drooling. In high school she was a cheerleader and her tits were big and firm even then. During our senior year Mollie had chased the class President, and hadn't given Jason the time of day. But he had stayed interested in her, and never gave up trying, and had been there at her side when she needed a shoulder to cry on. Eventually, their friendship grew into something more.

Yeah, their friendship grew slowly, and then grew into something else, especially when the guy Mollie had wanted dumped her at graduation. After that Jason and Mollie seemed to just hit it off, and soon enough he was fucking her too, and once he started he was doing her regularly. I was so envious, and he would tell me about it and brag and I would sit and listen with my tongue hanging out. Within a month of graduation the two of them were going steady and I remember thinking at the time that she had won his soul and he hers.

Of course, I really didn't understand his girl, not then I hadn't. Mollie was a flirter, and like a lot of girls who don't have a lot of smarts she had talents in other areas and she knew how to use them. She wasn't stupid though, and she had her own ambitions. She gravitated towards guys in power, the ones that offered the potential to riches and greatness. She also knew how to move her hips and wiggle her boobs to get what she wanted from young men she perceived were going places. Jason didn't seem to notice how she gravitated toward men that offered her something, and he didn't seem to care.

For one thing, Jason was on the up and up himself, and that suited Mollie just fine. After graduation from high school Jason put the pressure on her, and marriage loomed as a real possibility. Mollie was interested, especially when he talked college and discussed his plans to make it big. She certainly had led him on and I figured the two of them would marry sooner than later.

As friends, we stayed together and both started off with big hopes, going to a little junior college with plans for the University down the road. One night we were having some beers and were partying it up the way you do when you're a college freshman, and just by chance we met a few of the gang. One thing led to another, and while neither of us had been in a gang before, they looked like a good set of guys and it seemed to be a fun thing to be involved with. Thinking back, I think we joined on a whim.

Of course, when Jason and I joined the Scorpions he hadn't told her, not at first anyway, but eventually it had come out. That might have scared some girls away, but not Mollie. No, she was even more excited after that. Of course, the Scorpions were a gang of power and money, and she liked that and liked the potential that she perceived the gang offered. Soon enough he was showing her around and after that the two of them were everywhere together, and the gang accepted her almost as if she was a member. The two of them were fucking like rabbits at that point, and I think most of us, me included, figured she'd pop out a kid of his sooner or later, or even if she didn't, eventually there would be some kind of a wedding. Of course, what none of us saw and what Jason never counted on was her own ambitions, and once inside, once she was IN, well, soon enough Jason wasn't enough anymore.

No, she set her sights on the leader of the Scorpions, a guy named Chris Harriman, and once she had she went after him with a vengeance. At first he just ignored her, but soon enough he seemed more interested. Jason never saw it coming, until she started dating the leader behind his back. He figured it out, but not soon enough, and after that things just happened. I guess something had to give, as she was way too hot and way too sexy for two guys to date at the same time.

After he started suspecting something was up, Jason was jealous as hell, and when he told me he was going to go see Chris, and to talk it out, I had tried to discourage him and told him to let her go. But no, her pussy was too hot, and he wanted it too much I guess. He once told me she was the best lay he had ever had, and she liked to suck and always swallowed. No, she was a special, unique girl, hot as hell, and he just couldn’t let her go, and so perhaps that's why he was so oblivious to the dangers. He was pretty naïve there, and he just wasn’t afraid of the leader of the gang. Chris has a lot of good qualities, and he's normally pretty calm and smart as hell. Still, he's not someone you take for granted, and you sure don't want to end up on his bad side.

I begged him not to confront Chris, but he was set in his determination. When Mollie told him she would be gone for the weekend, it seemed to him the perfect time to get it all out in the open. I at least asked him to make an appointment and not just surprise him, but Jason didn't see any reason to let it fester, and so he just blew me off and headed over on the first night she was gone. Jason figured the sooner they talked the sooner he'd end whatever was beginning. "Nip it in the bud" he had said. Plain truth, I guess, is that Jason wasn't afraid of him like I was. I still remember him telling me that he thought Chris was a reasonable guy, and he was confident he could talk him into leaving her alone. He was just so full of confidence. Cocky even.

Yeah, I still remember the last thing he told me before he left for that meeting. "Oliver" he had said, "I've got a good feeling about this, and you needn't worry so much. After I talk with Chris, Mollie's gonna be spending the next night she's with me on her back, with her big tits in the air. When she sees my dick Oliver her pussy's gonna be dripping. By the time the sun comes up she'll be filled with cream and I'll be in the room and with a big bone when it happens." In a way I guess he was absolutely and totally correct. But you know it's funny sometimes how things just don't quite turn out the way you think they will, even when you're right.

I guess when a guy has his balls and the pussy he's chasing is the best he's ever had then sometimes his prick does the thinking for him. I think in a way your balls control you to a degree, and certainly that was true in Jason's case. Yeah, he had always liked hot women, always. Of course, that's not true anymore, not after last year, when his balls were cut off him and plopped into that jar. I don't know how many times since then that I have looked at that jar and stared at my friend's balls, floating in that damn formaldehyde, dead and detached and oh-so-fat, still tied off with the scorpion pendant that had once been his.

One thing is for certain though. My friend used to have a huge, really huge sac, and in that jar they look even bigger. Of course, they are at the top, the last and most recent sac of nuts, resting on the pile of other scrotums and a constant reminder to the code and the gang and the power of our leader.

When I think back to that time not so long ago it just seems such a waste now. Jason was two weeks shy of his twentieth birthday when Chris nutted him. I guess it's tough to be castrated at any age of course, but especially when you're young and tough and chasing women, squirting out your seed on the weekends and bragging about your exploits to your friends. Yeah, Jason was the stud of our gang, and he sure liked to brag. And he lived for pussy. Yeah, before they cut him I think most of us were even envious.

Well, that's not true now though. No, not anymore. His fat balls are in the jar, and his once rock-hard and very proud dick is nothing but a hairless limp noodle now, a little excuse for a cock that's as good as dead. Yeah, it certainly isn't something anyone would envy. No, like his balls, his limp dick is pretty much just a memory, along with the pussy's it once fucked and the erections it used to have. My friend's been unmanned, and his severed balls that float in that big jar are a lesson to us all.

I left on a Saturday, without saying a word, and took the bus across the state border and straight to his town. I was gonna just drive my car but I didn't want anyone to see it was gone. His apartment was located in the poorer section, and it wasn’t much to look at from the outside. It was a real dive, but it was all he could afford I guess, and so it was there I went and there I found him. I swallowed, and then, gathering up my courage, I rang his doorbell and waited.

When he came to the door I'll never forget his look. I think in a way he must have known I'd eventually come, knowing how we had been so close not so long ago. He opened the door and smiled, grinned really, and I was instantly glad I had come, even though his first words were that I shouldn't have. I was totally shocked at how he had changed though. His face was smooth, and where he had once sprouted that wisp of a mustache we used to kid him about there was nothing anymore. His face looked more like boy's in a way, with that rounded look, and his body had started to fatten up a little. Yeah, his body had lost most of its tone. He was wearing a t-shirt when I saw him, and yet it couldn't hide what his lack of balls had done to him. One thing was immediately obvious; being turned into a eunuch had not been good for him.

He didn't invite me in though, not at first anyway. Instead, the first thing Jason did was to tell me to leave. I hadn't made the trip for nothing though, and so I insisted and he relented, with a shrug of his shoulders. We went inside and everything was a mess, almost like he didn't care about any of it. He went to the fridge and picked out two beers. Even so, I sensed he was glad I had come, but looking around it was obvious from the mess that he didn't entertain often and he hadn't been expecting anyone. He offered me one of the beers, and apologized for the mess. Then we just set down and talked it out, he and I, sharing the memory of that day when they took it all from him. I mostly listened, as his eyes filled with tears and he told me the tale of what it feels like to be castrated by a man who wants your girl.

"You know, well, you know, I had to go...yeah, Mollie was my girl and Chris never should have taken her. I thought of Chris as a friend, and that was my first mistake. I thought I could talk to him, and I thought he would listen. So, well, that's really why I went to him. Of course, you had begged me not to go. Yeah Oliver, you did tell me to just drop the girl and to forget him and her and all of it. I guess you saw it better than me, but I just know I really loved her and I thought she loved me and I didn't want to lose her. God...I was so damn stupid!"

I sipped the beer, and nodded when it seemed appropriate. He was on a role, right away, and so I just listened and gave him the encouragement to keep talking. It was obvious he needed to get it out, and from the way he was talking I figured he didn't have too many friends anymore and sometimes just listening is what a real friendship is all about.

"Anyway, I went, and when I got there he was in the big bedroom in the main master suite, where he usually was in the evenings, and so that's where I found him and that's where it all took place. Yeah, well, as soon as I saw him I almost exploded. Mollie was there, THERE, with him! I hadn't expected that, because she had told me she was gonna be upstate over the weekend, and so when I saw her with him I just started to shake. The two of them were in his fucking bedroom for God's sake, and so when I got there, it was the two of them and me. Man, I was pissed! He was wearing just shorts, cutoff jeans and no shirt. His chest was bare, and his little nips were pointed. The thing that really got my attention was his bed was a semi-mess, and I had the impression they had been fooling around, and perhaps even more."

I let that thought sink in. Back then, before he had gone to see him, he had told me that he wasn’t even totally positive that something was going on, although the signs where there and we had all seen them. Yeah, he had figured if was just her flirting with our leader, and as far as he could tell it had all been one sided. What he had hoped for, and assumed, was that Chris wouldn't steal a girl from one of his own gang members. In fact, that assumption was the reason he had gone, to ask Chris to end it before it got serious. So, I could just imagine his shock when he found her there.

Jason continued: "He didn’t look too happy to see me, and he knew I had caught him red handed. Sure as shit, I thought I saw a bulge there, in his pants, like he had been flirting with her, and when I saw it, saw the bulge, I just almost exploded I was so damn mad! Anyway, I just started in on him right away when I saw that, and I guess I wasn’t thinking like I should have been. I told him flat out to leave her alone. I told him she was my girl, that we had been together lots of times, and I had dated her since high school. I also told him that we were still going together, and she was mine. MINE. Not his! And then I told him to stay out of it and to leave her alone or else."

"I know now I was pretty stupid. You know, Chris listened to me as I ranted, and he just stared at me and initially didn't say a thing. I remember I thought I was getting to him, that he was really listening to me and would give her back to me. Yeah, I was thinking that, which was stupid of course but it was how my mind was going. Of course, you were right, and now that I think about it, the way I went and talked to him, especially with her there in the room and listening, I was way stupid. Yeah."

As I listened to my friend I wasn’t sure what to say to him. I remembered him heading off, so determined, and I also remember how I had told him it was a bad idea. I just didn't trust Chris, not totally, and I sure never wanted to do anything that might piss him off. Now, a year after the fact, with his balls in the jar, my friend already knew I had been right. So, I just nodded, and waited for him to continue.

"I remember that he was staring at me with that icy stare of his. I should have taken the hint then and there. I just never suspected the danger, just never did, and so I guess in that respect you were right about that too. Yeah...I never should have gone...never, and well, that was the one mistake I guess...and in the end it was really what got me nutted. Yeah...well, I told him to stay away from her and to leave her alone or else, and when I made the half-assed 'or else' threat that's when he sorta snapped."

Jason went on: "You know Oliver, Chris turned to me, and he almost screamed: "OR ELSE WHAT JASON...WHAT? YOU GONNA LEAVE THE GANG? IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT TO DO? YOU PLAN TO TAKE HER AWAY AND LEAVE? What are you gonna do if I don't leave her alone? MAYBE I WANT TO FUCK HER!"

I remember as Jason was telling the tale he had been sweating, and the way he looked and the intensity of his expression is something that you can't forget. He was having a hot flash as he talked, and I guessed that came with the loss of his nuts. I didn't really say anything, but just nodded, trying to let him get it out and to tell me what had happened.

"God Oliver, he made me so mad! Yeah, right after that I just responded with the words that came to my mind. That’s all I did. He baited me and I fell for it. HE BAITED ME FOR GOD'S SAKE! You know, I answered him, answered his little trap. I'll tell you what I said, because I've thought about it a lot since then. Here are my exact words, exactly as I said them: 'I just want you to leave my girl alone Chris. If you force me, I'll do it. I don't want to leave the Scorpions, but I will, cause my girl comes first. You can't steal my girl! I love her! If you try, then I'll leave. I mean it. I mean it you fucker. I'll leave the gang and take my girl and you won't be able to stop me. You hear me? I don't want to, but if you force me, I will. If you want me to go then she and I are gonna be out of here so fast you won't even know what happened. So, you fuckin' leave her alone, or I'm gone, outta here, and with her too. You got that?'"

"Yeah, Oliver, that's what I said to him. I've thought about it a lot. That’s exactly what I said. Exactly. Those were my words."

I sucked in some air, trying to imagine his anger, talking to Chris that way. God. Of course, when you are young and you're horny as hell and in love with a girl, sometimes you do some stupid things. For Jason, his stupidity had cost him his balls.

Then, he sucked down some of his beer, and continued. "Do you know what he said back to me? Do you Oliver? When I was talking he was playing with that little box beside his bed. I thought it was a radio but it wasn’t. It was a fucking tape recorder! And then, as I watched, he punched a couple of buttons and played back what I had just said to him. He just played it back and then he grinned that evil little grin of his. He punched the rewind button and ran it back and played it forward again."

"He played it four or five times, and when I listened to myself I realized I had been a little rash. But what I didn't figure out until later was he was figuring out where to erase some of my words when he was playing with it. Yeah, I had no idea at the time, but right there in front of me he erased some of my words and made that tape that doomed me. Finally, he rewound it again and stopped it just where he wanted. Then he said: "Well....I don't know Jason....you just said some strong words...yeah, really powerful words, and I think you must want her pretty bad I guess. What if she doesn’t want you anymore?"

"I remember the tape scared me, cause I was yelling at him in it and it wasn’t really what I had wanted to say. When I heard myself on that tape I knew I wasn't handling it right. But I calmed after that, yeah, and then I told him, with a lot more care: "Listen Chris....I'm sorry about yelling....but I love that girl. I love her man. Please man, don't take her from me. She's my girl Chris. She is. I want her, and all I'm asking is that you not just up and move in on me. I just want my girl, and all I'm trying to do is to ask you to leave her alone. That's all I want Chris."

My friend was telling the tale, and his lip started to quiver. I just waited, and then he continued, staring at me with his eyes. "Well Oliver...it was already too late. I think he had made up his mind by then, and I don't think he was even listening to me at that point."

Then, Jason continued: "Well, Chris seemed pissed, and he just stared at me and thought for a while. Then he said: "You know Jason...I don't like your attitude. No...and the way you talked to me a few minutes ago is totally unacceptable. Nobody talks to me that way...NOBODY. And NOBODY tells me what I can and cannot do, and certainly not what girl I can fuck."

"I should have run. I mean, I really didn't sense the danger I was in. Yeah, I know what I said to him...but it wasn't like I was really gonna leave the gang or anything. I mean, yeah, shit...I did say what I said but I didn't know he was making that tape when I was talking to him that way. I only said it because he brought it up. Shit...she was my girl damn it, and he should have left her alone. But when he said that, said those last words, I figured it out then. I knew he wanted her, and he would have her. I also figured out his look, and I started to get scared. I knew right then I had pissed him off. I tried to fix things then. It was too late of course, but I didn't know it. I had pissed him off and it was already too late and since I wanted his girl I was a threat."

"I apologized Oliver, and I tried to take back some of it I had said. I remember I told him: "Chris, I'm sorry man. I wasn't meaning to tell you off or anything...that's not why I came. I came just to ask you, to ask for the favor. That's all. I love her--that's all. I LOVE HER. Don't get mad at me for that! I didn't mean it about leaving the gang....you know I love being here and I've been loyal to the Scorpions. You know I have. I'll never leave. I know you're our leader too...and I respect that. I just didn't think you would move on my girl. That's all. But I know you're in charge, and I won't try and stop you if you insist on it."

"You know what he did Oliver? Do you know what he did?"

I shook my head, and told him I had no idea. I was trying to visualize it, imagine Chris's anger and trying to guess what he had said.

"Oliver, he just stared at me, his eyes burning like they were on fire. Then he said, really slowly, "Well Jason...I think you have a problem...and it's between your legs. I think you're letting your balls do your thinking. You are letting your desire for pussy do your thinking for you. If the reason you've been disrespectful is because you let you balls think for you, then I know how to fix that."

"You know...my heart started pounding. My apology hadn't made any difference at all. No. None. Just as he spoke that last word he just pushed that fucking button, the red one he has in his pad, and after that there really wasn't much I could do. When he rang that security buzzer of course it brought in everyone. Yeah, the entire gang, well, almost all of you guys anyway, just started rushing in, responding to his buzzer call like we were all trained to do. Everyone came running in, looking for the danger, and finding me there. Before I could say anything, or explain anything, Chris just shut me up with a wave of his hand as he told them to grab me."

"Before I had time to say anything he told them to gag me too, and to tie my hands and to string me up. There was a fucking hook with a carabineer attached to it right in his bedroom, bolted into the ceiling joist, just above the foot of his bed, and that's where they threw the rope and stretched out my arms. It was almost like he had planned it that way."

"You know Oliver, it all happened so fucking fast. I really never got to explain, to try and tell my side. I mean, it was all his story, the whole thing, the way he twisted my own words and ignored my apology. It didn't matter, and after they got my wrists tied and that damn rope over the hook in his bedroom ceiling I really couldn't do much of anything. Of course, you got there about that time, when I was hanging there and that stupid ball gag had already been shoved half way down my throat. Yeah, you got there then, and so you heard what he said and that damn tape he played."

I nodded, and he was right. I remember rushing into the room, shocked, the threat buzzer having caught me off guard in the shower. I had hurriedly got dressed, and then rushed up, just in time to see most of the gang already there and my friend, my best friend, already tied with that ball gag in his mouth, standing with his arms strung up and over his head. He still had his t-shirt then, and his jeans, and so I wasn’t sure where things were going but I remember thinking it wasn’t good. We had all stood in a big circle then, the girl there by the bed, Chris in just his cutoffs, and Jason hanging, dressed, his hands over his head and that gag in his mouth and him barely standing on his tiptoes. Most of the gang was there, and the room was packed. That's when Chris Harriman had spoken, and all of us had listened to his every word.

Chris had said very slowly: "We have a little problem here. Apparently, Jason is jealous because his old girlfriend seems to have taken a liking to me, instead of him, and now he's threatened me and said he intends to leave the Scorpions and take this beautiful woman with him regardless of her own wishes. He actually came here tonight to get her and to leave the gang. Now, I think we have to make some decisions, and we need to be very careful when we do. Here is what he just said to me..."

Then, as we had all watched, he reached over to that little tape recorder and hit the play button, already having the tape where he wanted it to be. When the little speaker came to life, I was staring at Jason and I remember that a chill ran all the way down my back. Suddenly we heard Jason's recorded words fill the room from the tape recorder's little speaker.

".... I'll do it........leave the Scorpions...cause my girl comes first..........I'll leave. I mean it. I mean it you fucker. I'll leave the gang and take my girl and you won't be able to stop me. You hear me?......I will...... she and I are gonna be out of here so fast you won't even know what happened. So,....I'm gone, outta here, and with her too. You got that?"

Chris punched off the tape machine then, and my friends words hung, almost suspended in the air. God. Nobody said anything for a full minute it seemed.

Of course, I remember the fear in my friend's eyes, once his words were played back like that and everyone had listened to them. He was shaking his head, back and forth, trying to tell us "NO NO NO". Of course, the tape had some gaps, but at the time I don't think we really noticed them that much and I don't think it would have mattered even if we had. I think it was enough, the anger in his voice was real for sure and the words were certainly his and there wasn't any doubt he had said them. He of course knew, knew the danger then, and even I was scared to the core.

I had advised him not to go see Chris and now my worst nightmare was coming true. God. I also knew, even then, when I heard his words I knew they had been taken out of context. Still, leaving the gang wasn't something any of us could really do, not REALLY, not if you were smart and had any brains. Perhaps when we joined we were naïve, and might not have taken our oaths as serious as we should when we were saying them, but not anymore. No, we both knew it now for sure, and we had been there when Johnny begged for his balls when he broke the code. So yeah, the fact that Jason had threatened to leave was a stupid thing to have done no matter what had prompted him to say it.

Chris had a smirk on his face, and then he had said: "I guess one of the first issues is the girl." As he was talking we all looked to her, and she looked up oh-so-innocently, and then she had smiled her big grin, her tits all perked up nice and tight and her nipples all but poking through the fabric of her blouse. Chris asked her then, with all of us there and listening: "Mollie....we need to know...do you want to go off with Jason here, when he leaves the gang, or would you like to stay here with me and enjoy my company? It's your choice, and I just need to know how you really feel."

Jason's eyes had gone so big then, pleading with her I think, hoping she would select him and come to his side. Perhaps he thought she would rescue him. I remember his look, the hope there, like a naïve little puppy dog, as if she was still 'his' girl and would want him no matter what. Of course, she wasn’t stupid, and so she smiled at Jason, before she went to Chris, to his side. There, in front of all of us, Jason included, she kissed him deep and passionately, thrusting her tongue right down his throat. They kissed for several long seconds, and then he pulled away and they both grinned, like two teenagers about to do the dirty deed. Jason watched it all, and his eyes were wide then, scared, the realization that she was no longer his now so obvious that even he could see it.

I remember then that Jason had started mumbling in his gag, trying to talk, to get his side of the story out, and to say something, anything, to keep things from going in the direction they were heading. Chris didn't seem very interested and he left his gag in place and ignored him as he mumbled.

Then, slowly, very slowly, Chris turned to the rest of us and said "Well Scorpions, tonight we have a problem, and while it's just a small problem just the same I'm really not quite sure how to handle it. We have a member we all like and trust, and who now has come to me and told me he intends to leave our gang. Apparently Jason is tired of being a Scorpion, and I guess he's tired of the gang, and tired of us, and he's obviously tired of me being his leader. I guess he's just plain sick and tired of doing what is required. Now he says he wants to leave and to take my girl with him when he does."

Jason was trying to yell into his gag then, and was shaking his head side to side as Chris was talking. But Chris just ignored him, and there really wasn’t anything any of us could do to change the situation.

Chris continued: "He also said I can't stop him. Well, I don't intend to. No, I don't want a gang member in the Scorpions who doesn’t want to be here. Yeah, that just doesn’t seem right. So, as the leader, I'll let him go, just as I would let any of you that really wanted to leave go. But of course, there is the oath and the code to deal with, the little problem there with the code, and so I guess I need to know what it is you all want to do with him. I guess the question is of course is what about the code? What about that? Do we put his balls he pledged to the gang in the jar when he leaves, or do we let him keep them? I like Jason...always have, so I'll leave it up to you. Do we forget the code and let him go, or do we honor the code and do what is required? Which will it be?"

God. Now, of course the CODE is one of the things that makes our gang what it is. It is a code to know, to understand, and to live by. As Scorpions we all understood the code, Jason included. Every Scorpion lives by the code. It is a code of honor and it guarantees the gang is first before individual welfare. The code states that when you join the Scorpions you give your manhood to the gang. So, if you leave the gang, or get kicked out, then you leave your manhood behind. It is a simple rule, but a powerful one.

And, now it had come to that, to the QUESTION, and while everyone liked Jason a lot the code itself was at stake. I tried to support my friend, and I recommended he be given another chance to stay. Chris wouldn't address that option, and it was clear he wanted him gone. Of course he did, because he wanted the girl and he wanted her to himself and he sure didn't want any competition. In the end, when the vote was taken I voted to allow him to keep his manhood, to leave with his balls in tact and to be allowed free passage as he needed. I voted for my friend, and for his balls. In short, I voted against the code.

Unfortunately, I was the only one. All of the other members, all of them, put their thumbs down and voted to honor the code, to take his balls and use them to set an example for the rest of our members. I still remember Jason's eyes, how wide they were, as he took in the down turned thumbs and saw the vote as one by one the fellow gang members doomed his manhood. He had been shaking his head as the vote was taking, mumbling into his gag and trying to tell them he wanted to stay. But of course, all he could do was mumble and to shake his head, and the little snippet of a recording and Chris's words that followed had been enough to doom him. But now, it didn't matter, and after that it was all but done.

As soon as the vote was taken I took a chance and said: "Chris, why don't we remove his gag and see what he has to say? Perhaps Jason has changed his mind and doesn't want to leave anymore? He's been a loyal member up until tonight, and I'm sure once he thinks it all out he will see the light. Perhaps he's just a little flustered. I'm sure he understands Mollie is your girl."

As I spoke Jason was nodding his head up and down, mumbling into his gag and trying to let everyone know that he agreed with me. It was a risky thing for me to do, but with my best friend's manhood at stake I felt I had no choice. So, I had tried, and I knew it was a long shot at best. But still, he was my best friend, and so I had to take the chance and to make the effort.

Everyone looked to Chris then, to see what his reaction would be and to see if he'd give him a chance and remove the gag. Of course, Chris rejected that idea immediately, and as a reply he said: "No...I don't think so. Personally, I don't ever want to hear another thing the fucker says. Not ever. He made his choice, and he made his threats. Well, he's spoken his last words to me as a Scorpion, and as a man."

Then, everyone turned to look at me, and I felt this chill that I can't describe. Yeah, right after the vote, and my suggestion, they had all turned to me. I remember being the only one that had voted against the code, to allow him to remain a man, and now that I had tried to save him one more time I was suddenly feeling the heat. And with the heat of course, there came a danger. Chris knew my feelings of course toward Jason, knew we were friends and knew we went way back. He turned to me, and his eyes squinted, and my heart began to pound. Then, slowly, he said the words that sent the chills down my spine again and went right into my soul.

"Well Oliverrrrrrrrrr, it looks like you were outvoted. I don't think you had better come up with any other stupid ideas tonight. You know, instead, I think you should go get the jar, and bring back the bander while you're at it. I wouldn't take too long either--your friend's got a set of balls he needs to donate, and I'm not the most patient man. We all heard him. He wants to leave our gang, and the sooner we get him nutted the sooner we can let him go. So while we wait, why don't you go and get the stuff. Be quick about it too. I know he's counting on you to hurry back."

God. Oh God....what could I say? Damn it was a hard thing to do! I knew of course that it was a test, and if I had failed it my balls would have ended up in that jar just as sure as shit. There would have been two sacs taken that night, and I at least was smart enough to understand that. Just before I left I locked eyes with Jason, hanging there, and now waiting to be castrated. Of course his eyes were wide with fear, very wide, and he was looking at me and begging me not to go. Of course, I looked away, and left, because I had to go and so I went.

Still, it wasn’t easy, going and picking up that big gallon scrotum jar, three quarters full of castrated balls, the sacs of former gang members and enemies, all bobbing around in that jar like some kind of prizes or something. It was literally a jar of lost manhoods, of unborn children and pussies never fucked, the dead sacs testaments to what can happen when you cross the gang. God. Still, I brought the jar, and the bander, and carried them with a shaking hand back to that bedroom where my friend was tied and everyone was waiting.

When I got back, carrying that heavy jar full of preserved scrotums, along with the banding device that Chris was waiting for, I could tell they had been busy getting him ready. Jason was already stripped, totally naked, with his jeans and underwear gone and piled on the floor beside him. Now, my friend's genitals were totally unprotected and exposed for all of us to see. His exposed armpits were wet with sweat, and somebody had pumped his cock and gotten him boned, so he was stiff and jutting like he was about to start fucking.

As I came into the room he was begging, mumbling into his gag as he pleaded for mercy. Of course, it had all been decided already at this point, and so in a way it was academic. Still, even though Jason too knew what was ahead, he was tied with his arms stretched out above him, his pits sweating. Although he was almost twenty, there wasn't a hair on his chest, and except for a small bit of hair that ran to his navel his pubic bush was round and confined. His legs were being steadied by a few of the members, and as soon as he saw the jar he started struggling with a greater intensity.

I didn't stay. I couldn't. I felt so damn sick...and when I looked at my friend my eyes just naturally went to his crotch. His sac was hanging there, still defining him as a man, his big balls round and full and oh-so-hot. His little patch of pubic hair looked like a teenagers, which I guess at nineteen he still technically was. But he had a man's prick, and it was thick and stiff and even eager, and with his big balls it made for quite a package.

I was staring too at his rock hard cock, and as I looked at it I knew it would never penetrate another pussy. No, my friend, the stud, was about to have his fucking days ended once and for all. I knew he was so proud of his cock, and the way it would get so damn hard, like it was now. I knew too that he loved fucking pussy more than anything else on earth. It was a shame, that's what it was. As I stared at his manhood, jutting up and in all its glory, I really felt for him, knowing now it was doomed and there wasn't anything to do about it but watch it happen.

There was no way I could watch him be castrated. So, I didn't stay. I couldn't stay really. For one thing, I think I was afraid that Chris would make me nut him myself. It was a real possibility, and I didn't want that to happen no matter what. So I left then, on a dead run, leaving the jar and the bander and all of them. I just couldn't take it, staying there, watching my friend be unmanned and with nothing I could do about it. So, I hadn't seen any of it after that, and yet I had seen his balls, later, all full and floating in that jar and so I knew it had been done without me. It had cost me in the last year, and I was treated differently since then, and that was just the way it was. Of course, I never asked anyone, and never mentioned it again. Because of that, I didn't know the full story, not the rest of it anyway, and so I turned to him and gave him my full attention as I learned the details of what had happened.

As I looked to him I said this to Jason: "I...I left then you know....right after they made me go and get the jar. Yeah, after that I left, because I couldn't bear to watch what they were going to do to you. Please understand Jason...please....you know I didn't want them to cut on you but it was out of my hands and you know it."

There were tears in my friend's eyes then, as he let the memories come flooding back. He stared at the floor, and his lip quivered. Then he started to speak again, and this time I just sat and listened, not daring really to say anything.

"Wellllll, Oliver, yeah, you left, left me there, hanging, with my arms stretched out over my head and my clothes piled on the floor. William and Tony knelt down and held me by my thighs, and Chris took that bander and started loading it with the surgical tubing. You remember how I was so boned before you left? Well, the only reason I was hard like that was because Chris had made Robbie pump me until my dick went stiff. He had him do that to me when they took my clothes off and you were gone gettin' the jar."

"I'll never forget him. Everyone laughed when he took my dick and started jerking on it. You know, he's just sixteen...a street kid with no parents. Yeah, just a kid, and shit....yeah, there he was jerking me. He was into it, and as I watched him make me hard I had the feeling he was already a lot more of a man than I would ever be again. It was a terrible thing to watch that pubescent kid jerk on my cock, and yet even though I tried not to the boy got me hard, right there in front of everyone. It was just the friction...that's all....I sure didn't like the boy holding me but the way he pumped my cock it was obvious he had already had a lot of personal practice."

I didn't know what to say. Yeah, his cock had sure been stiff after I came back with the jar, almost like it was eager for his balls to get taken. I'll never forget it, bobbing up and down, to his heartbeat I guess. Yeah, it just bounced up and down, throbbing really, and every vein stood out he was so erect. I decided to say nothing, and just let him continue.

"Well, then you left, for good, running off and that really pissed of Chris. He sent Frank and Tommy to get you, but they came back after a little while and hadn't been able to find you. So, Chris just shrugged his shoulders and said to get on with it and he'd deal with you later. Right after that they looped a couple of ropes around my ankles and tied them to the feet of the bed, to keep my legs stretched out and to make sure I couldn't turn around. I was screaming then, into that gag, begging him. He knew I didn't want to leave...he knew, yet he was grinning with that look of his and the more I freaked the bigger he grinned."

You know, he put that jar on the nightstand, right in front of me, so the light shined through it and lit it up like it was on display. He wanted to keep it in my line of sight I think. I was staring at it, and that jar, and all of those scrotums in it. I was thinking of Johnny of course, and that time when you and I had watched him get nutted. Now it was my turn and I started jerking and trying to move to stop it from happening to me. The guys just held my legs, held me there, turned and facing him, and all the time Chris was grinning and that jar was just there, all lit up and waiting for my balls. Oh God Oliver...Oh God!"

What could I say? My heart was pounding, as he told me the tale, and yet I nodded and swallowed and stared. He didn't say anything else for a minute or more, and the silence was almost eerie. Then, finally, he went on with it.

"Well, Chris was loading that bander, just taking his time about it, and talking to me as he was doing it. He said: "Well Jason, don't look so sad, you wanted to leave, wanted MY girl, and well I told you that it wasn’t a smart thing. Now of course you are thinking maybe not, maybe you should just stay on, and keep your nads. Of course it doesn’t work that way, and well buddy, once you lost your respect for me and threatened to leave the gang we couldn't trust you I don't think. You know, I'd like to trust you again, and give you another chance. I really would. But the problem is that a guy will say anything to keep his balls. So yeah, knowing that, knowing you can't be trusted, well, I've really got no choice. Yeah, that's the way it is, and well, its really simple really, you know it is. You know the code. You wanted to leave and so now you can go. It's only your balls that have to stay."

"Oliver, all the while Chris was talking to me Mollie was standing at his side, rubbing her hands on his back and playing with him really. She was grinning too...just like him, and her big tits were just jutting up and her eyes were sparkling, yeah, sparkling really, like they do when you are fucking her. She kept staring at my cock, at my erection, and as she stared it bobbed up and down. It was so humiliating, knowing she was watching and knowing what was going to happen. She was his now; she was dating the top man and I knew then that was all she had ever wanted. My own balls were nothing to her."

"God Oliver..GOD. He's a son of a bitch, he is, and after he said that he just handed that crome bander to Mollie...just handed it to her and told her to do me. That's just what he said: "OK Mollie, why don't you do him. I think he'd appreciate it more if you did it. Yeah, nut the bastard and let's get it done."

"Then, well, she just stood up and came over to me, and that's when she started running her hands down my chest. She was tweaking my nipples, the way she used to do when we were fooling around, before I'd mount her, and so she was doing that again and running her fingers and making little circles there. My prick was rock hard, and after she started touching my nipples it got harder still. When it did she just started playing with it too, stroking it really, just the way she would do it before I'd put it in her. Of course, this time it was just jutting up in the air, rock hard like it used to get, and she flicked the end with her thumb until she got the end beaded up and glistening."

"Chris grew impatient really quickly, and told her to get on with it and to nut me. So, with a smile, she just took that machine and slipped that fucking noose of rubber up and over my sac. God! The feeling......yeah, I can't really tell you, but when I looked down and watched her put that rubber noose around my sac I started screaming. I was screaming into my gag then, with my prick bouncing up and down, like it was eager or something. I know I was shaking my head side to side too, trying to let them know that they didn't need to do this."

"I didn't want to leave! Chris could have her! Shit...but of course, it was way too late for that. You know what else Oliver? I was so fucking humiliated, to be there like that, with my balls in that noose and my cock stiff and jutting up like that. I freaked. I didn't want to lose my balls Oliver....and when I saw her and knew she was gonna do me I suddenly had this feeling. I was so fucking stupid! I mean, I was losing my nuts for NOTHING!"

Again he paused. I could see he was sweating, as another hot flash hit him. Both his hands were making a fist as he remembered. He just stared at me, and finally, to get him talking again, I said: "Go on Jason.....it must have been horrible."

He started to cry and his voice cracked, almost like he was coming into puberty, or out of it. The tears just came too, and then, as they just started to seep out and his eyes watered he continued.

"Yeah, everyone was staring at me, grinning really, and at her and the bander that was around my nads. I was grunting into the gag. It was really all I could do, and so I begged him and I begged her but neither of them cared. In fact, the more I begged the more Chris grinned. Then, while she was holding that device and the band was around my nuts, Chris reached out and cupped my sac, holding my nuts and feeling them hanging. As he was doing that, he started to talk to me. I'll never forget what he said."

"You like your balls Jason...do you? I bet you do! You have a fine sac really...yeah, a fine sac and they look so healthy right now. They'll make a nice addition to the jar. Yeah, they are so nice and pink and flushed with blood, full of that nourishment and just so ready to fuck a pussy. Look at that cock of yours Jason! Look at it...up and hard and oh-so-eager. You want to fuck her...yeah...that's it isn't it? You want to fuck my girl, right now, even though your balls are in the noose and about to be strangled. Well, too bad Jason....too bad. Yeah, those nasty balls of yours have got your mind in the gutter boy. Yeap....they sure got you wanting to fuck. I told you they were your problem. I think we should do you the favor and see what we can do to get rid of those nasty thoughts of yours."

"While he was talking to me Oliver he just played with them, with my balls, and he was just holding my sac and tickling my nuts. When he had finished talking he told Mollie to start working that handle. I tried to buck my hips, to get that tubing off of my nuts, but there wasn’t anything I could do, especially with him pulling down on my scrotum. Chris was just pulling down on my nuts while she worked that handle, and it started making that “CLICK... TICK" sound, and it just went on and on as she pumped that handle."

"CLICK.......TICK...........CLICK.......TICK”

"Yeah, with each ratchet of the handle that fucking loop of green rubber kept getting smaller and smaller. Chris was holding my balls as she pumped that handle, pulling down on them, and I felt that rubber noose as it got tighter and tighter. I tried to move...to buck my hips. It was like I was fucking the air...I know...but I couldn't help it. But there wasn’t really anything else I could do, and so I just stood and fucked the air while they held my thighs, tied to the ceiling and all stretched out as she ratcheted that noose closed. I felt it then, as it started to strangle my balls."

"God Oliver...it really hurt! I mean it. God it did! That loop got smaller and smaller...and soon it was so damn tight it felt like she was pinching my balls right off. That's what it felt like, and I screamed into that gag and begged with all I had. But Chris just laughed, as he fingered my sac and felt it bulging as she completed noosing it. The kid was laughing too...yeah, Robbie thought it was so funny she was nutting me. I looked at that kid and I could see the outline of an erection! God...his little teenage cock was punching out his pants when they noosed my nuts!"

"It was horrible Oliver! Finally, yeah, that CLICK.....TICK.... CLICK....TICK finally ended, and after that I knew they were doomed. God they hurt so fucking bad! It almost felt like somebody was kicking them."

"You know, when she pulled the other lever, the one that crimped off that rubber and cut the excess tubing, I felt that all the way through my body. After she did that, Chris had them bring in a mirror so I could see what they had done. He wanted me to see my sac, hanging down under my stiff prick, with that little ring of rubber noosing the top of my balls closed. It was like everything came to a single point there, the little tiny ring of green rubber at the top of my sac making my balls bulge out, almost like they were stuffed and were looking for escape. As I watched they turned dark, right there as I watched, they just flushed a deeper red and then they weren't the same pink anymore. I knew right then they were doomed, and seeing Chris grinning while he held my sac was just the most awful feeling in the world."

"You know Oliver...they hurt like shit. Yeah, and when I was looking at my sac in the mirror, staring at it, I had the thought that they looked just like Johnny's had looked. Yeah, they were noosed just the same, so fucking tight and I knew then and there they were dying. My balls were literally bulging in my scrotum. They hurt so fucking bad. Chris let me go then, and so did the guys that had been holding me still. I know I started to try and twist and turn, but those loops of line around my ankles kept me facing him and the girl. With my hands strung up to the ceiling I couldn't really do anything else."

"Nothing I did really mattered anyway. I tried moving my legs, or lifting one or the other. I tried to twist, and to open my legs or to slam my thighs together to the extent the ropes would allow. It didn't matter. My nuts were really aching, deep, and no matter what I did I couldn't get that band off and so I knew they were as good as dead. Still, I tried...I guess I was desperate, and so I struggled. As I did that bastard laughed....laughed at me as they all watched my nuts turn darker by the minute. Soon the entire gang was laughing, laughing as I struggled and my balls died."

What could I say? God. He was crying harder now, and the tears were streaking down his face. He sucked in his snot, and wiped his hand across his face. I could tell the memory was intense, and I just took his hand and held it. He looked at me, and then, slowly, he continued with his tale.

"Oliver...oh GOD.....he had them leave then. Yeah...he told the guys to go...to leave me hanging. He told them he wanted to watch my nuts die in private, just him and me and the girl. Everyone left then, and as soon as the door was closed and locked the two of them started to go at it."

"You know, Chris just pulled off his cutoffs and laid down on that bed of his, with his head propped up on his pillow so he could watch me. He was wearing those Joe Boxer shorts he likes so much, and he just laid there with his two hands behind his head, with his elbows out to the side, and just watched me. Without saying a word Mollie laid down next to him. She didn't even hesitate, but just laid down next to him and started running her fingers up and down his chest. She kissed his nipples...and tongued them the way she used to do with me. Finally, she just rested her head on his stomach, staring at me, looking at me and my strangled nuts as she fingered his cock through the fabric of his boxer shorts. As I watched he boned up, and once she had him hard she slipped her fingers into the waistband of his shorts and slid them off."

"He was as hard as I was, stiff and eager, but in his case the girl was there and giving his cock the attention he craved. As for me, well, I was watching, staring really. I was hard too...and I wanted it to be me so damn bad. She knew she was getting to me. She did."

"Yeah, she started licking his balls, and then slowly she ran her tongue up and down on his cock...all the way up...and flicked the end of it with her tongue before she ran her lips back down his shaft. She was smiling at me as she was doing it...staring at me as she licked his cock. God....I was dripping, and yet my balls hurt so fucking bad and I knew that the rubber band she had noosed them with was castrating me even as she sucked him off."

"Yeah...she was in a very real way castrating me as I watched her working on him. It was a terrible feeling to just be standing there watching, with Chris grinning from ear to ear like some teenage kid or something. Yeah, he was really enjoying the way she was licking him, sucking his dick. And all the while she was looking at me while I was grunting into that gag and feeling my nuts dying. All I could do was mumble, and he just stared and smiled, feeling the feeling as she sucked him off."

"I watched her tongue him the way she used to do me, playing with the end of his cock and licking it like a Popsicle. She flicked the tip, and finally deep throated him, and as I watched she took him all the way in and swallowed his cock all the way to his balls. She ran her mouth up and down the full length of his shaft after that, deep throating him like only she can do. God I was so envious, and I guess I was mad too. And it really hurt, knowing I was watching what I would never have again. I think that was the worst part, wanting it so bad, yet knowing, and FEELING, feeling my own balls as they screamed for nourishment. Yeah, my balls were dying while he was having the best blow of his life."

"It wasn't fair Oliver! It wasn't. And yet he just watched her do him, and watched my expression as I watched it too. He was grinning, until he threw his head back and screamed "OH YEAHHHHHHHHHHHH". That's when he shot his first wad, while I stood there, with my nuts feeling like they were on fire. Yeah, he shot his wad right down her throat as she sucked him up and down. She took him all in too and swallowed every drop of his jism, even though he was screaming as he came and her cheeks were pulsating with the power of his wad."

I had had no idea of course. None. Wow! What could I say to that? I knew Chris had a mean streak, but I had no idea. My friend started sweating again, with another hot flash. They were coming in waves, and his hair was damp on the sides. Then, he continued.

"You know Oliver...they weren't in any hurry, and so they just ignored me and kissed and touched and had their fun after that. After she had blown him they just cuddled and kissed for a while, taking their time, and enjoying each other while my nuts got darker and darker. I bet she played with his satisfied cock for an hour before Chris finally moved and rolled over and started working on her. Yeah, finally he did though...started working on her. First he stripped her, very slowly too, and then, later he had her on the bed, flat on her back, and he was fingering her pussy and she was rolling with the pleasure. Soon he had her pussy wide open and eager and dripping the way it used to get for me."

"He went down on her then, flicking his tongue into her snatch, working her clit and driving my girl crazy. She was moaning the way she used to do for me, really getting into it, and as he flicked his tongue in her pussy her entire body shuddered. He kept at it, and I think she must have had two or three orgasms while I stared and watched. Finally, he went back up to her tits, and sucked in her nipples, and as he deep kissed her he was fingering her snatch again. God it was dripping...literally, and her sex hair was so wet it was just unbelievable. I was staring at it...wanting it....my cock so fucking hard and her pussy just begging to be mounted. God I wanted her! Of course, my nuts were dying and I knew it, even as I watched him playing with her tits. He kissed her nipples, again, and as he was doing that he would occasionally look up at me, staring back and watching me watch him."

"He winked at me, and then rolled over on top of her, with his legs together and between hers. That bastard mounted her then, and so I ended up watching them fuck, watching him fuck my girl....his girl now of course. But he was fucking her in front of me, at the same time he was killing my nuts. It's funny, but a year later I can still see it all clear as day, just like I was still there. But the thing is it's not her tits or her cunt I remember. No. I remember his balls....I still remember his pink balls as he fucked her, the way they were swinging beneath his legs as he drove his cock into her. I remember that, and I guess I always will. As they fucked it made a slurping sound, as he went in and out all the way to his balls. She was so into it, so hot, and so wet. I knew he was in heaven. He was really enjoying it, and so was she. God it was a horrible thing to watch, and yet my prick was so fucking stiff, like it wanted to get in on the action."

"As I watched Chris move his naked bottom up and down, his legs were apart enough that I could see his nuts. She was straddling him, and she brought her legs up and over his back, the way she had once done with me. He was really into it then. He started to straighten his legs, like he was doing push ups or something, and as he stiffened his body his cock was sliding almost out of her pussy, before plunging back in to the hilt. In and out he moved, and as I watched his balls were visible and when his ass came up high I had an excellent view of his cock as he worked it in and out of her hole. He took his time, and savored her, and she screamed and begged for him to fuck her faster, and harder, and deeper. Chris was sweating as he fucked her, and I could see his entire back was glistening with it."

"Up and down his ass went, moving his hard cock in and out of her dripping twat. God it was a sight, and even when your balls are being strangled it's still something that makes your prick stay hard. I was dripping, and I know my cock was twitching to my heartbeat. I felt like I could have almost cum just from seeing them fuck and feeling my cock as it bounced up and down. I was so envious! I wanted to be him right then more than anything in the world."

"You know, they fucked for a long time. They were just so into it, slamming his rod in and out and in and out. I don't know how long, but it was a long fuck and by the time he reached his orgasm he was sweating like a pig. His hair was wet, and there was sweat even in the crack of his ass. Finally, he threw his head back and arched his back, pushing his cock in deep, all the way to his balls. He yelled out as he came, and as he ejaculated into my girl I would have done anything to have been him and have had that feeling one last time."

"He pumped his load into her, filling her pussy, and she screamed and shuddered with another orgasm as he did it. He came and came, grunting out his big load, and while I watched I could see his hole opening and closing as his muscles spasmed. Chris's hole is ringed with hair, and his pink bud really pulsated as he ejaculated his load of semen. I think I closed my eyes finally, as it just hurt too much to watch. When I opened them again it was over, and afterwards they just fell into each other, and kissed like two teenagers. God. Damn it made me angry! Still, I can't forget it, and it was so damn cruel the way I was made to watch."

"They got up and both went to the bathroom, and took a shower together after that. I don't know how long I just stayed there, but the ache in my nuts didn't let up and I know I was trying to struggle and get loose while I was alone. The gang had done a good job of tying me though, and so it didn’t matter. My nuts just hurt so damn bad. I tried squeezing my thighs together, and rubbing them together as if I could work the band off that way. I know that sounds stupid, but I tried it anyway. Of course, it didn't matter at all. Finally, they came back, to the bed, still naked and with their hair wet from their shower."

"After the shower they just played with each other and talked about me, even with me staring at them and listening. Chris pointed out my cock, how hard it was, and kept laughing at my balls and the way they were changing color. He asked me what it felt like to get castrated, and he asked me if my balls were still hurting or had they started to get numb yet? I didn't give him a response, as it was obvious he wasn’t really asking, but just playing with me, and with the gag in place it wasn’t possible to talk to anyway."

"As he was talking to me though he was fingering her pussy, very slowly, just playing with it, sliding his middle finger in and out as he talked to me about how my nuts were getting so dark. Finally, perhaps after an hour or so, Chris got hard again as he was fingering her. Then he rolled over onto her one more time and fucked her all over again, deep and slow this time. It was a very slow fuck, in and out, and she stared at me as I watched his ass driving his dick into her hole for the second time in a row. Again, he just took his time and fucked her for a very long time. She was smiling as he was fucking her, and then, just before he came for the third time that night he finally picked up the pace, until he was slamming into her like a pile driver as he shot. I watched and his balls drew up tight just before he squirted."

"Just as he ejaculated she winked at me, and that's when I realized she knew exactly what she was doing. My balls were just the price to pay for getting to the top, and from her point of view my nuts didn't matter much and weren't very important. It was easy to tell when he ejaculated too. For one thing, he would grunt out his pleasure, and for another, his little hole would open and close, and you could actually see the contractions of his muscles as his asshole pulsated and he spurted his wad."

As I listened to Jason I realized that he had done a lot of thinking about the sex he had seen that night. It must have relived it a thousand times, and the memory was intense and a part of him now. I let him talk it out, but as I listened I got boned. I just tried to shift my position, as I didn't want my friend to see the affect it was having on me.

"Several hours passed, and they just cuddled and kissed and talked about the future. Chris had plans for her, and they talked kids and money and fantasy trips. Every once in a while one of them would make a comment to me, about my nuts and how they were looking. Mollie said I looked "cute" with my nuts noosed like that. It was a long night, but all the time I was staring at her tits, as she cuddled with him, and my prick stayed up and hard and bobbing. Perhaps it was the pressure in my sac, or perhaps it was just her and how hot she looked. Whatever the reason, I stayed boned."

"The final time they fucked was just before the sun came up. She had been toying with his soft dick, and moving it around in circles on his belly, and eventually he started to get hard once again. She wanted more, and she was determined to get it. Eventually, she licked him like only she can do, until he was rock hard once again. She grinned then, when he was stiff again and oh-so-ready. Then she did something that really surprised me. He was still laying on his back, with his head propped up. She just climbed on top of him, but facing away from him, and towards me. She was straddling him, and his legs were almost together. She was on her knees, riding his cock, and from that position I could see his balls and his cock and her pussy. She rode his cock and grinned, staring at my stiff cock as she road his dick up and down. Her big tits bounced up and down with the motion, and I watched her fucking him, up and down and up and down. At some point Chris reached out from behind her and grabbed her tits, and she was moaning as she fucked him and he squeezed her boobs and toyed with her nipples."

"She was going up and down, riding his cock, traveling the full length of his hard shaft with each and every stroke. At the top, when she was up on her knees, you could see his entire cock, all but the very last little bit which was just inside her slit. His shaft was literally glistening, wet with her juices, slippery and wet and shining in the light. She would then relax, and drop down on him, sliding his cock all the way in until she was down against his balls. His bag was so damn tight, and round, and from my vantage point you could see every hair on his pink scrotum. His nuts were bouncing as she fucked him, and as that was happening he starting grunting."

"I knew she was doing her cunt sucking at that point, the way she had once done with me. She has a talented vagina, and she can work her muscles in such a way that it almost feels like a vacuum cleaner. She was doing that to him, sucking him up her snatch as she rode him up and down, and of course it was more than he could stand and he didn't last long."

"Arghhhhhhhhh...oh oh yeahhhhhhhh. Oh yeah Mollie! Oh yeah. Oh...ohhhh.... yeah! OH YEAH!!!! Oh....oh GOD THAT FEELS SO GOOD. Oh... oh....OH GOD...OH...OH GODDDDDD... I'm...gonna.....oh...I'm CUMMINGGGGGG JASON!!!!"

"And then, as he shouted my name, he did. His cream spurted out and ran down his shaft as she road him up and down, and I could see his spunk as it ran out of her pussy. It was a hell of a wad. At the top of her strokes his cream was flooding out of her snatch so fast that it was literally running down his shaft, and when she slid down on him and buried his squirting cock his cream filled her pussy as his nuts emptied his cream."

"It was a terrible feeling for me...and when he called out my name as he squirted that's when I realized it was all for me. She was flexing her muscles and massaging his cock, and the cream was boiling out of his balls and filling her pussy. All the while he was screaming in ecstasy. Of course, he had called out my name because he wanted to make sure I knew he had won, that he had not only nutted me but taken my girl. God. You just have no idea what it was like, watching them fuck all night while my balls died. I can't tell you exactly when they died, but sometime while they were fucking they grew numb, and by the time he shot his last wad they were cold and dead for sure. Yeah, by the time he had finished with her and the sun came up my nuts weren't really mine anymore."

"After he has shot is last wad, she got off of him and I had a good view of his spent prick. It was still big, and his bag was hanging loose. His cock was totally and completely satisfied, spent and soft and red from all the thrusting it had been doing throughout the night. You know, the weird part is my own prick stayed hard through all of it, drooling that line of precum in a string that ran all the way to the floor.

Mollie went into the bathroom and closed the door, and Chris laid there on the bed, with his spent prick laying soft on his belly. The remains of his last load, mixed with her juices, was still visible in his pubic hair, and yet he didn't seem to care. He just laid on his back, with his head still propped up. He was staring at me, looking at me and at my dark nuts, while his own prick was resting from what was probably the best fucking it had ever had. Finally, he grinned, and then he said this to me.

"Hey...your nuts don't look so good Jason. Nope....they dead yet? I bet they are! Well, don't worry, you won't need 'em anymore and I'll handle keeping your girl satisfied. I'll be happy to do that for you. Yeah, gotta admit there, Mollie's got one hot cunt....and she sure knows how to fuck. Yeah, God she is hot. No wonder you liked her so much!"

"She's the best fuck I've ever had...bar none. Thanks buddy! Ahhh, don't look so sad. In a few weeks without your balls your cock will shrivel up and you won't think about her pussy anymore. Sure, I know...I know you're hard now, and frustrated too no doubt. Yeah, guess that was tough, seeing all that hot pussy and not getting any for yourself. Well, better get used to it! Your pussy days are over my friend. Yeah...OVER! What do you say? Should we put your nuts in the jar now? It's past time, don't you think? You've been such a good boy, standing there and waiting all night, but your balls are dead and just hanging on the vine now, and I do think it's about time to rid you of them."

"Mollie came out of the bathroom about then, her hair combed and now wearing my Scorpion t-shirt. She still wasn’t wearing any panties. Chris reached over to his nightstand, and picked up his Gerber knife which had been laying there. My prick was bobbing up and down, and when I saw him go and get his knife I thought of Johnny. I wondered if he'd jerk me off the way he did Johnny, or if he was just gonna cut them off without any fanfare."

"Chris wasn’t in any hurry though. When Mollie came out of the bathroom Chris went in and took his piss, and then when he came back he just opened that jar. It was time, and they both approached me then, to take my balls and to finish my castration. I didn't fight it. Instead, I just stood there, tied and stretched out, and watched them as they prepared to nut me. I didn't see the point I guess. Fuck, they were already dead for one thing. He had won, and he had my balls and he had my girl and he had fucked her all night while that band killed my nuts."

"When he took his knife out it was almost an anti-climax. He didn't say much, just reached up around my neck and took my pendant. Yeah, he took my scorpion and tied it off at the top of my sac, just the way he had tied off Johnny's that time we all watched. Do you remember how we had laughed then? Yeah...God. Now I know what Johnny had felt, and it isn't very funny when it's your balls that are getting taken. Still, you know Oliver, the weird part is that I didn't really feel all that much."

"I was watching him, and he started slapping my balls, really smacking them with his hand and pinging them with his fingers. Even though I looked down and could see him doing that, it didn't hurt, and instead while I could feel them swinging at the top, I couldn't feel it in my nuts when he hit them. He laughed then, a long hard laugh, as he flicked my cold balls and I felt no pain. Finally, he put that knife right down at the top of my scrotum, just above the tied leather of my pendant but below the band of rubber."

"With Chris giving her encouragement, Mollie was holding my prick up and out of the way, so he could get the knife where he wanted it before he made the cut. Just before he moved the knife I was staring at her tits, pointed up and the nipples pronounced through the cotton of my gang shirt. God they were jutting up and still oh-so-hot. Yeah, I was looking at them when he started cutting off my sac. She was only wearing my T, and her pussy was still dripping, literally, with Chris's juices that were running down her legs and actually making a little puddle on the floor. God, during the night he had literally filled her with his cream."

"My cock was in her hand, and as he nutted me with his knife she pumped it, almost as an afterthought. Just as he started to cut there was this really intense burn, quick and sharp at the very top of my sac when he sawed his knife and took my balls. She was pumping my cock as he was doing it, and about the third stroke I felt the pain and that’s the very instant when I started to squirt. I ejaculated, but it wasn’t anything like a regular orgasm. No, it wasn't like a regular orgasm, that's for sure. I guess I did cum, as she pumped my dick and he nutted me...but it wasn’t really a full blown wad, at least it didn't have the pleasure you normally get with one. Maybe it was because my balls were already dead. I don't know."

"Still, my last load of cream shot up my dick, and ran down my shaft and on her hand. Yeah, we all watched me spurt. She was pumping my cock up and down while Chris was sawing with his knife, and like I said I think my balls came off about the same instant I was squirting. She milked my last wad from me until I was dry. Yeah, she milked me and Chris nutted me, while she giggled and he laughed. She was holding my prick and working her hand up and down my shaft. After my wad was finished, I looked down and my balls were gone. Just as I watched, Chris handed her my severed scrotum, tied off and stuffed with my balls, and then she went to the open jar and just plopped them in. I remember seeing them there, detached and in the light, sinking down on top of the pile with my Scorpion pendant tied around the top. They looked big in that jar, but they were dark and dead. Still, seeing them there, I felt totally empty inside and it’s a feeling that has stayed with me ever since."

"You know, some of my spunk went into that jar too...I guess it came off her hand as she dropped my balls in the jar. Yeah, it went into the jar along with my nuts. I saw it...a line of white, and I noticed it, and I had the thought it was the last semen I'd ever shoot. It seems such a waste to have shot it for the jar."

"You know what else? As I shot my last load while he was cutting me he said this: "Oh....go ahead...that's it Jason....shoot your wad on the floor. That's it....shoot that wad and get it out of you. No more pussy Jason. Nope, no more. Waste that cream. It’s the floor for you. Yeah, it's so much fun to take your balls when your shooting. I want to make sure you know what you're losing."

"You know Oliver, he never said another word to me. Not after that. He just finished nutting me. He took my sac, balls and all, and yet he did it like it was no big deal. Just up and took it, cut the thing off of me like it was nothing, and handed my sac to Mollie like it was a piece of garbage. She giggled, when he handed her my still-stuffed scrotum, and then with a big grin she plopped it in the jar, like it was something she did everyday. After that Chris screwed on the lid, and then they left, jar in hand. Yeah, they walked out carrying that jar which had my balls! As it went by I took a glance, and it was the last time I ever saw my sac. Just as he went out the bedroom door he gave me a wink like it was no big deal. As they walked out I heard him ask her what she wanted for breakfast."

"You know Oliver...I had a couple more erections after that, after I got here, but they didn't last long and I never did shoot again. By the time I healed up and the soreness was gone I couldn't shoot a wad if I had to. Nope. My prick shriveled up when he took my balls, and it doesn’t get hard anymore. I can't even jack off for God's sake!"

I didn't know what to say. I looked around his apartment, and it was obvious his life had gone downhill since then. Certainly, his shit job wasn't paying that much and sex for him was obviously totally over. I felt for him, and yet in a way his own stupidity had doomed his balls. Sometimes you have to accept the consequences for your actions. Sometimes you do.

"Then he said: "One more thing Oliver...yeah, one more thing I need to tell you. After he and Mollie left, with the jar and my balls and my pendant, some of the guys came back and shaved me...they took my mustache and the hair off my pits and above my cock. They warned me not to grow it back, and to stay off any hormone therapy. And then they cut me down and put me on the bus and sent me to this shitty little town. They told me to stay put here too, and not to dare to leave no matter what."

Jason lowered his voice then, to a whisper, and then he added "And then they gave me one final warning. It was just one more little thing to remember."

I paused and looked at him, and he stared at me and I waited. I leaned forward too, to hear him better. Finally, I said "What? Tell me Jason.....what...what was their warning?"

He looked up then, right into my eyes. Then he said with a look that I'll never forget: "They warned me not to call you. Not to see you no matter what. They said they'd be watching if I did, and if I made that mistake then they'd have to nut you too."

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