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Gangs, Balls, and Mistakes Paid It was a hell of a thing. Yeah, a hell of a time. I’ll never forget it, that’s for sure. Our leader, Chris Harriman, the leader of the Scorpions, was in police custody for almost two full days! They had taken him in for questioning, but they hadn’t let him out, and none of us knew what to do about it. We were like a snake with it’s head cut off; and without our leader there were lots of arguments and thoughts and ideas. Still, in the end we just waited, scared shitless really, not knowing if they were ever gonna let him out even. I think most of us thought it was the end of the gang. It was all because of a stupid rape, a crime that had made the papers and turned the entire city against us in an instant. We were in big trouble from the moment the story broke and I for one didn’t see any way out of it. The girl was just fourteen, and she had been raped sure as shit she had, and the only thing for sure she knew, according to the paper, was that whoever had raped her had been a Scorpion. Even worse, the word was that she had been raped anally, which was even more repulsive to just above everyone, and that seemed to infuriate the city even more. And there didn’t seem to be any doubt a Scorpion had done the deed. Yeah, she was sure about that, sure about the pendant the guy had worn around his neck, and the entire city was out for blood and all hell had broken loose for us because of it. Up until then our gang had been pretty much been left alone, and since Chris ran the Scorpions in such a way that we stayed away from the kids and refused to do drugs in the schools or prostitute anyone underage we generally stayed off of the police shit list. Generally. But all that changed with the rape case, all of it, and all of a sudden even being associated with the Scorpions was enough to bring the cops. Of course, they knew Chris, knew Chris Harriman and who he was, and so they pulled him in right away, and now it didn’t look good and the Mayor was even on the news saying the gang was done and he was gonna get to the bottom of this and avenge what had happened no matter how much money it cost. Of course, he was talking about our blood, and our gang! Shit. SHIT! I had no idea, not then, not when Chris was in the slammer, who had done the deed or even why, or what was going to happen to us. But the entire city was sure pissed, and we were all in hiding now, and even our main meeting place, at the warehouse, was swarming with cops and it sure wasn’t safe to go there anymore. For the two days our leader was in custody the story filled the nightly news, and it was the talk in every coffee shop and on every street corner. They didn’t show any pictures of the underage girl of course, but there were lots of people talking about her, and if you could believe the news reports the girl was innocent as hell, a cute perfect little angel of a girl, and the very idea that one of our gang members had forcibly fucked her in the ass was definitely bad for us. The word was several students had noticed a Scorpion gang member hanging around her school, and apparently he had followed the girl home and had pulled her into the woods not two blocks from her home. That's where he raped her. The report didn’t say much more than that, but there was obviously more to it, and the police chief was saying he had some leads and was promising to catch the perpetrator, and take down the entire gang if he had too to get to him. The next day we waited, and waited. The police never mentioned him, never mentioned that they had the gang’s leader in custody, but still I was expecting them to and I for one was starting to think that they’d saddle Chris with the wrap just to get it done. We figured he was getting the shit beat out of him, or worse, and yet we were powerless to do anything. Then, without any indication, they released him. Yeah, out of the blue, Chris Harriman was released at 5pm on the second day, and I was there when he came out and it was obvious he was major pissed and he sure looked worked over. You could see it in his eyes, and the way his face was screwed up into a scowl. The press was there when he came out, and the scene was pretty ugly. The police chief explained that he was being released “for the time being” because of “insufficient evidence” but I knew there had to be more to it than that. Chris is smart, way smart, and I knew something had happened for them to let him out, but what I had no idea. Still, the word was out, and he was hot news and there were plenty of people in the city that would have taken him down if they could. I wanted to warn Chris too, because to me it seemed like a trap in a way, and it occurred to me that perhaps they had identified our leader and now were letting him go just to let things happen. But Chris was pretty smart, way smart, and he didn’t hang around to be interviewed. When Chris came out, he flashed a sign, a closed fish with the small finger raised outward. It wasn’t anything special, at least to those who didn’t know better. But it meant something to us, and when he flashed it on camera it went out on the news and so we all saw it within a very short time. I was there in person, and when he saw me, he looked away, probably to protect me, but still he flashed the sign again, and I nodded, and began the process of passing on the word to the rest of us. The sign brought us all into action, a prearranged sign that triggered a prepared response, and almost as soon as he flashed it things began to happen. It required each of us in the gang to follow a special plan we had put in place many years before, a safe plan that scattered us across the city, and dropped us deep into the underground. Some businesses closed their doors, and others opened them. Food was stashed, and certain things were made available. For all practical purposes, when he flashed that sign we each took measures to disappear and to protect the gang. We waited two days, and then at exactly nine o’clock in the evening we regrouped at a prearranged location, which happened to be a closed pool hall on the west side of town. Of course, the joint’s owner owed us a few favors, and it had all been previously set up and paid for long before. It was a safe haven, and it was just what we needed under the circumstances. We were all there, all of us, and if you had dared to miss that meeting you wouldn’t have been in the gang anymore, and that had consequences none of us wanted to contemplate. So, we gathered, not knowing what would happen, or when, or how even. As we gathered we set around in between the pool tables and none of us were talking. Occasionally we looked out through the blinds, just to make sure, but other than that we just waited for Chris and for whatever plan he would have. He was our leader, and he had always gotten us out of a jam when it was required. But the heat was on now, and at the time I just didn’t see how we were gonna survive it. He didn’t show up until ten. As he came into the room he was all business, and looked right at Williams, the Gang’s jack-of-all-trades, and asked for the count. We were all there, and once he had the count then he checked to make sure guards were posted. Then, finally, he began to speak, and as soon as he did my heart started to pound. He didn’t waste any time. He turned to one of us, a guy by the name of Chad Mallock, and then he said: “Chad....start talking. You fucked up....fucked us all. What the hell? WHY? I WANT TO KNOW WHY?” Now Chad Mallock had been a Scorpion for about two years, and he had always done what was required and generally he was well liked within our group. Like a lot of us in the gang, he was young, just barely twenty to be exact, and he had the hot young body that all girls crave. He ran the tabs and picked up the money from the houses south of town, coming by on Friday’s to get our percentage. So, he was trusted, and he was one of the movers that I had once figured would be going places. He had that perfect body too, which was thin, in a good sort of way, with a swimmer’s build. His abs were flat, and chiseled, and he sported a blond mustache to make himself look older than he was. He was proud of that hair on his lip, but it wasn't much and was more of a wisp of hair than a full fledge growth. Still, it was all he could grow at this point in his life. If it wasn’t for that he’d have looked like a fifteen year old. His chest was totally smooth, with dime-sized nipples, and in a lot of ways he looked more like a young teenage boy than a twenty year old. Still, he was popular, and he was usually sprouting a big smile and like most guys his age he was usually chasing the girls too, at least when wasn't doing something else or doing something for the gang. It seemed he was always after some hot thing somewhere, and he had probably had more pussy than anyone in the gang. When Chris called his name Chad Mallock’s face turned white, and he stammered. We all turned to him then, looking at him, and the fear in his face was immediately obvious. He hesitated, not sure what Chris knew perhaps, not positive anyway, and so he didn’t play his card but instead tried to look innocent. I think he could feel all of us staring at him. But Chad’s voice couldn't conceal his fear, and it broke as he started to talk and his nervousness wasn’t lost on any of us: “Wha...what do you mean? I....I wasn’t even...” “DON’T YOU DARE LIE TO ME!” Chris shouted, interrupting Chad’s words like a slammed door. Then he lowered his voice, and said: “I just spent two fucking days being interrogated by the police, and I can assure you it wasn’t fun. So don’t be stupid. The girl you raped isn’t stupid, and I’m not stupid, and the police aren’t stupid either. She saw you good! They have a good description, and unless you know another twenty year old who wears a scorpion pendant around his neck and who has got blond hair, green eyes, and a wisp of a mustache, and who just happened to be wearing the same fucking blue sweatshirt you’ve got on now, you are fucking done. You left your cream in her ass too you idiot, and they sure as hell have your DNA so don’t try and bullshit me!” Chad’s face went totally white. He stammered, and then he said “Chris...I....I didn’t think....I....hell....it wasn’t supposed to go like this!” We all stood there staring at him, and I began to feel anger. So, it was him! Chris Harriman said “You fucked us Chad. Fucked us good. The police are out for blood, our blood, and they aren’t in a reasonable mood. One question. Why? I want to know why you took down a young school girl? WHY?” He stared, and his mouth quivered. Finally, he said “She.....she was didn't look that young...I swear. She...she was hot Chris, and she looked a lot older than they said. Hell, she was flaunting it! She was just jutting her tits out.....hell, you should have seen her! She’s wasn’t some baby for God’s sake! You gotta believe, I didn’t think she would identify me, and I never meant to involve the gang. You gotta believe that!” Chris said “She was a fucking kid Chad! A KID! For God’s sake man! And, why the ass? Why the hell did you fuck a fourteen year old girl in the ass?” Chad looked down, and then he mumbled “I...I don’t know. I...I always wanted to know what an ass fucking would feel like. I just wanted to feel it that way....at least once....that’s all. I....I’m sorry man....I didn’t mean to get the gang in trouble. She didn't look like a school girl---she didn't!” Chris Harriman’s face went to stone, and then he said the words that doomed Chad Mallock. “I’ve made it crystal clear to everyone that we don’t hurt kids. Ever! You knew the rules, and you broke em. And because of what you did, the heat's on our gang like never before! Well, you aren’t a Scorpion anymore. In fact Chad, you haven’t been since you raped that little girl. I'm done with you!” Chad Mallock's face went totally white. His eyes went wide, and the chill went through him and it was visible. He stammered, and started to plead, his voice cracking like an adolescent teenagers. "Oh...OH GOD! Chris! Please! PLEASE MAN! I....I LOVE THE SCORPIONS! I LOVE YOU GUYS! THE GANG IS MY LIFE MAN! Please...OH PLEASE DON'T KICK ME OUT!" As a response, Chris turned to Sanchez, and said “Get the jar.” Then, he turned towards where I was standing, and said “You guys get his clothes off, and tie his arms behind his back. He could have destroyed our gang, and he’s gonna pay for it. Right now.” Chad's heart was racing, and the panic welled up in him. He started to back away, towards the door, but it was blocked by gang members. He saw them, and he hesitated. I could almost see his mind working, figuring the possibilities, and trying to figure out his best course of action. It was obvious he wanted to run, but it was also obvious to everyone, him included, that running wasn’t an option. Then, looking at the blocked door, and at Chris, he said “NO! OH...NO! LISTEN...NOT THE JAR! PLEASE.... CHRIS...PLEASE.... FOR GOD’S SAKE DON’T DO THAT! I’LL MAKE IT UP TO YOU GUYS! OH PLEASE DON'T DO THIS TO ME!!!” We grabbed him, even as he protested, and it didn’t take very long to strip off his clothing. I pulled off his shoes, and socks, and then his jeans came down next, and he started struggling like a wild man. The young man lashed out with his fists, fighting, his entire being in panic. He screamed, begged, and fought. He was begging the entire time as we unbuckled his belt and opened his pants, kicking at us with his legs and swinging with his arms until we grabbed them tight. He had one hand free, on his jeans, trying to hold them up, but they came down anyway, even though he bent his knees even to keep from losing them. His sweatshirt came off next. We had to rip it off, but it came free, and then his t-shirt too, leaving him only in his boxer shorts, and not for long in those. They weren’t anything special, and Mark grabbed the waistband and pulled them down. Chad gasped as he lost his last stitch of clothing, his six inch cock flopping as he struggled, there for all of us to see. His dick was like a noodle, a soft hanging pole that revealed how scared he was, his uncut dick swinging there, growing out of his patch of pubic hair and swinging freely as we all watched. But my eyes went to his balls, as I knew, and he knew, and we all knew that he was going to lose them. The code required that much. Once a Scorpion, you stayed a Scorpion, and if you left, then you left your balls behind. That was the code; you pledged your balls to the gang when you joined. Chris said he was no longer one of us, so, as I looked at him I knew he was going to lose his balls. He had a man sized sac, a scrotum to be proud of, and it was stuffed with his nuts and they hung down, swinging there, defining the essence of his manhood. As I was looking at his big swinging scrotum, I noticed the blond hairs that were growing over it. He didn’t have much sex hair, and his chest was totally smooth and even his leg hair wasn’t thick. Still, he had a man sized sac, a full round set of balls, and it was obvious that he didn’t want to lose them. But his balls were doomed now, headed for the jar, and soon they would rest in the container, floating there forever as a reminder to the rest of us that the code is the code and the price of being disloyal to the gang was high. About then Sanchez showed up with it, the big mason jar filled with the severed scrotums of those that had crossed Chris Harriman before, and as soon as Chad saw it he screamed. Of coursed he knew, KNEW, that his scrotum too would soon be in the jar, and there wasn’t any doubt that his days of fucking girls of any age were over. He screamed, and struck out desperately, but we held him fast and worked the rope around his wrists, binding them together and then we tied his elbows together too. He wasn’t going anywhere, and his eyes were so wide with fear then, the realization that it was all going to happen and he was powerless to stop it. At that point all he could do was beg, and he was begging like a ten year old. His voice cracked with his desperation, and he babbled out words rapidly, pleading with a desperation that only a man about to be castrated can understand. Chris had us drag him up onto one of the pool tables, so that he was face up, flat down on his back. His tied arms were behind him, so he was laying on them. Mark and Scott held his shoulders down, flat to the table, and his feet were flailing as he tried to struggle. Chris had two of us grab his ankles, and I was holding his left one and Greg had his right. He started screaming, like a crazed maniac then, and that’s when Chris had us stuff his mouth with one of his socks. We duct taped it in place, and after that he was just mumbling into the sock, gagged, helpless and unable to do anything but live through what was being done to him. Chris Harriman climbed up on the table, and knelt right down between his legs. He picked up his soft cock, and held it in his hand, and as he did Chad quieted, staring then at the leader and his pole that was being held. Chris slowly fondled it, gently, holding his rod and hefting it, feeling the weight it. As he held his dick, Chris said "You've got a nice dick Chad....a nice dick. And I know you are proud of it. It's fucked a lot of girls, more than most of us I suppose. It's a shame really....a shame, but I suspect it's seen its last pussy. Yeah, I'm sorry to tell you, but there's no more pussy in this dick's future." Chad started to whimper, and his eyes were glassed over, the fear filling him. Still, his cock started to respond to the attention, and slowly it began to thicken in the Scorpion leader's hand. Chris played with the foreskin for a few minutes, examining it, the way the tube of his flesh covered the tip of his dick. He pulled it down, and then back up, stroking it, and as he did the boy's pole stiffened some more, and soon it grew hard enough to actually rise off of his belly. Chris dropped his rod then, and slowly, he reached out and grabbed the little scorpion pendant that Chad was wearing around his neck, and with a quick pull he jerked it hard, breaking the leather string that the pendant hung from. He formed a loop in the leather, while Chad watched, his eyes wide and begging and filled with fear. Chris grinned then, and set the loop over Chad’s nuts, high up on his sac of balls, so that the loop of leather was next to his body and his entire scrotum was hanging under it. Then, grabbing the ends of the leather, he leaned forward, staring Chad right into the boy’s green eyes. Then he said, very quietly: “Don’t struggle so. You brought the wrath of the city down on this gang, and you deserve every single thing that is happening. Your balls got this gang into this mess, and your balls are going to get us out of it. And don't forget, you raped a young, innocent girl....a fourteen year old girl to be exact, and that too has consequences.” As he said the last word he jerked the two ends of the leather hard, jerking closed the cinch knot and trapping Chad’s balls in his sac in the process. Chad grunted into his gag, and arched upward with his back, the shock of feeling his balls being cinched off more than he was ready for. He screamed into his gag then, and started shaking his head in a wild, crazy manner. He tried to kick with his feet, but we held them tight, but even so he jerked and struggled as we held him down to that table. He was in a total panic then, screaming and with his eyes wide as he felt Chris tying off his balls. Despite Chad's struggles, Chris tied a double knot, as tight as he possibly could, and then he took the loose ends of the leather string and wrapped them around and around and around the neck of Chad’s scrotum, cinching off the skin there until it came to nothing more than a single narrow little bit of flesh. As he tied a second loop just under the first one, the tiny Scorpion pendant rested against his balls. Chad’s sac of balls turned bright red, and then darkened almost immediately, the boy’s nuts no longer being nourished by the blood in his body. They were trapped, and now isolated from his body, and yet still attached to it, and it was immediately obvious to all of us that from that minute on they were dying. Literally, they were dying on the vine. Chad knew it too, felt it, and bucked his hips and struggled as he felt the tie and the ache in his groin that seemed to consumed him. Nevertheless, he couldn’t do anything to get them free, and so as he fought and jerked the realization that it had begun wasn’t lost on him. He was shaking his head back and forth, mumbling "no-no-no-no" into his gag, but Chris ignored him. Instead he looked to me, and then to Greg, and he said “Get his feet up over his head, so his feet are next to his ears. I want his hole open, and exposed.” We lifted him upward then with his two feet, so that he was bent over. His bare buttocks were suddenly exposed, and you could see the ring of dark blond hair that was growing around his hole. His hole itself was puckered, pink, and it seemed to wink at us as he was pulled into a position that totally exposed the opening to his bowels. He was still on his back, and now looking upward then, through his legs. His tied balls were only a few inches from his face. His stiff cock was pointing down at his chin, laying along his stomach then, growing out of his patch of pubic hair that seemed to accentuate his manhood. I couldn’t take my eyes off of his balls, as they were a dark shade of red, and the two big orbs inside were stretching the skin of his sac, almost as if they were trying to get out. He had a big set of nuts, and the way they were bulging out in his scrotum they appeared to be almost the size of two hen eggs. In the position he was, folded over and with his ass in the air, he was totally exposed. Greg and I pulled apart his ankles some more, separating the cheeks of his ass in the process, and exposing his hole to everyone in the room. Chris stared at it, and grinned. Then he took his middle finger of his right hand and began to play with the hair growing in a ring around it. As he was doing that, he looked Chad in the eyes and said: “Chad, you make me sick. You said you fucked that fourteen year old girl in her ass because you always wanted to know what an ass fucking would feel like. You said you just wanted to feel it that way....at least once....” That’s what you said, right?” He was scared, but he nodded. He knew what he had said, and Chris had every word exactly right. Then Chris said: “Well, I think I’m going to accommodate that fantasy of yours, yes, I think I am.” Then, as he was talking, he pushed his middle finger into Chad’s hole, up to the knuckle, and began to finger fuck his ass as he said: “If you are so enthralled with ass fucking then before you lose your balls you ought to have the full experience.” Chad’s eyes were so wide as he felt the Scorpion leader’s finger probing into him. He grunted into his sock, and shook his head side to side. It was obvious he didn’t like it, and he was staring at Chris, feeling his ass being violated, helpless and unable to do anything about it. Chris fucked him with his finger for about a minute, and then slipped another finger inside then, probing upwards and sideways, feeling his hole and making the point that he could do whatever he wanted. He reached in deep, finding Chad's prostate, and as he rubbed him there Chad's cock bounced and then went fully hard. It was obvious there was a connection, and as Chris worked over the nub inside of his body Chad's cock began to leak precum from the tip of his erection. Chad Mallock tried to struggle, tried to move his legs and to close his hole. But it was a wasted effort, and no matter what he did it really didn’t change anything. Doubled over, with his ankles held apart, his hole was Chris’s to do with as he wanted. Finally, Chris pulled his fingers out with a ‘pop’ and then he turned to all of us. Addressing the entire gang, our leader then said “Chad here fucked us all when he fucked that girl. He says he wants to know what an ass fucking feels like, so let’s show him. Will, get your dick up! I want you to be first! The rest of you, lets line up and get this done. I want his hole filled with our seed.” God. Of course, we did it. When Chris said to do something, you did it. Nobody dared to question him, or refuse him. Nobody. He wasn’t the kind of a guy you ignored, and whatever he said you just did. So, Will was first, and he didn’t hesitate. At the time he was our youngest gang member, a high school aged boy whose parents had abandoned him. We had taken him in, and become his family in a way, and we all looked out for him. The boy certainly didn’t have any experience sexually but nevertheless he climbed up on that table and with a red face he jerked down his jeans, revealing a thin, teenage cock that seemed to me to be more of a boy’s pole than that of a man. His face was beet red with embarrassment, yet he did what he was told to do, even with all of us watching. The boy grabbed his rod and stroked it with his right hand, bringing on an almost instant erection. It occurred to me that it was obvious from the way he grabbed his rod that the young man had a lot of practice stroking his cock, and soon sure enough he was stiff and eager and his young cock was jutting. It was sticking up at a forty five degree angle, growing out of his small patch of pubic hair. There wasn’t another hair on the boy’s body, and his cock looked almost out of place there, a man size pole jutting up out of a boy’s body. Chris nodded his approval, and then the teenager pushed his dick up against Chad’s hole. The boy’s foreskin was drawn back and the fat tip of his rod was glistening. Chad went crazy, shaking his entire body to try and keep from being penetrated by a boy not much older than the girl he had raped. It didn’t make any difference, and as we all watched Will pushed his cock forward, and slid it right into Chad’s hole and right up to the very hilt of his pole with a single motion. Chad tossed his head back and screamed into his gag, feeling the feeling of being raped and not liking it at all. In contrast, Will grinned, a big grin that went clear across his face. His expression was one of surprise, as the feeling of having his cock buried into the warm bowels of Chad Mallock brought him waves of pleasure he had never felt before. I don’t think the boy was prepared for how good it felt and as Chad’s ass gripped his cock he was obviously savoring the feeling. In a very real way, it was the boy’s first fuck, and it felt better than anything he could have imagined. The boy started pushing in and out then, fucking him, pushing his teenage rod in and out of Chad’s rectum, in and out and in and out. The boy was a teenager in heat, fucking him fast and furiously, and I for one had never seen anything like it. I was right there, and as I watched that boy’s teenage pole slamming into Chad’s rectum repeatedly. I couldn’t help but compare the expressions on the two males. Chad was staring at the boy who was fucking him, feeling his ass being penetrated by a young and very eager rock hard teenage dick. He looked absolutely miserable. Will was grinning, and as the feeling built he fucked faster, soon slamming his pole in and out, his balls making a slapping sound as he rammed his pole deep into Chad’s hole. This went on for several minutes, and the boy’s body glistened with sweat. His hair grew wet, and his back shined. He fucked like machine, the feeling building and he enjoying every single second. Then, it reached the point of no return, and that’s when he ejaculated, grunting out his load of jism as he injected it deep within Chad’s bowels. When Will ejaculated we all clapped, and the boy’s face went beet red. Jeremy was next, and then Jimmy, followed my Mark and Travis. One by one we lined up and fucked Chad’s rectum, pumping out our individual loads of jism and depositing our seed deep into his guts. He stared, screamed, grunted, and begged, helpless to do anything but feel his hole being violated by one stiff cock after another. After a while the pink entrance of his anus seemed to turn redder, and swelled up somewhat, puckered up alike a woman’s pussy and almost as if it was begging for another cock. It was obviously sore as hell, but it didn’t matter, and we didn’t care either. Soon, every time another guy would pull his spent cock out of Chad’s ass you could see jism literally leaking out of his hole. His hole was being filled with sperm, filled to the top with it, and yet there was always another cock, and another and another. When Thomas’s turn came he had a much thicker dick than the rest of us and when Chad saw it he screamed and shook his head in fear. It was the biggest dick I’d ever seen on any male, and it almost looked like a horse cock instead of a man’s. Still, Tom’s massive pole slid right into Chad, stretching his entrance without any real problem, probably because by then Chad’s hole was thoroughly lubed up with the cream of the other gang members that had gone before him. Still, it was hard to believe the way Chad’s hole stretched to accommodate that big sausage. When Tom’s cock finally exploded the force of his jism was so great that it was running down around his cock as he continued his stroking. I think Chad cold feel the man’s cream flooding into him, and his eyes glassed over with tears of shame as we all grinned. And so it went. One cock after another. Some of our poles were thin, and some were longer than others. Yet, each rod was stiff, and each one of us shot a load of cream and pumped into his rear as if he was a woman. I was one of the last ones. Like most of us, I had never fucked a man’s ass, nor wanted to, but even so I was horny enough to get it up, and just watching all of the other guys had me stiff and hard long before I pulled down my pants. I was so fucking hard, and I don’t know why. What really surprised me was how stiff I was, as if I was going to fuck a woman’s cunt instead of a man’s ass. Like I said, I don’t know why, but I was definitely hard, jutting hard, and when I put it inside of his ass it was so hot and so tight, even after all the cocks that had been there before, that it really surprised me. I’m sure he wasn’t trying to, but nevertheless Chad seemed to grip my pole with his ring of muscle, almost as if he needed it, or wanted it. I don’t know. But his anus was sure cinched around my pole, and as I pushed and pulled my pole through the ring of muscle it felt so damn good. God! I fucked him, like he was a woman, and it felt good and I enjoyed every single stroke. I was on my knees, staring into his eyes as I fucked him, and he stared back at me and felt my cock in him, owning him, besting him, doing to him what he had done to that girl. As I was fucking him I looked down, and watched my dick going in and out of his ass. His tied balls were there, in front of my cock, and they were fat and a dark, deep red. As I fucked him they wiggled, and he grunted as they moved. I could tell that they were hurting, and it struck me as the ultimate contrast. My cock was stiff and hard and oh-so-eager. Chad’s dick was hard too, just like Chris had left it, and since Will's dick had fucked him his boner had grown fully stiff. I suppose it wasn't that he was enjoying it as much as it was from all of the stimulation he was getting through his anus. Regardless of the reason, the end of his rod was slick with precum, and his stiff cock seemed to bounce as I rammed into him. Of course, my nuts were giving me the ultimate pleasure trip, while his balls were screaming for nourishment and shooting pain into his groin instead. He was literally being unmanned as we fucked him, and each bloodless minute that passed for his balls and each cock that filled his hole with its seed left him just a little closer to becoming a neutered nothing. In a way, we were fucking his manhood right out of him. When I came I could feel my seed jet into him, deep inside of his bowels. He felt it too, staring at me as he felt my seed filling him. His eyes just stared at that point, defeated, and his face was red with the humiliation of what was being done to him. Finally, there was only Chris Harriman. After we had all shot our wads, he too climbed back up on the pool table and pulled down his pants. His cock was thick, but what made it stand out was that it was a lot longer than most of our poles. With its length, it seemed to be massive looking, and it seemed to just jut upward, with an eagerness that is hard to describe. He guided his long dick into Chad’s sperm-filled hole, and then pushed it all the way in with a single, long thrust. Chad screamed with the penetration, and it almost seemed that Chris bottomed right out into Chad’s prostate. At the same time, Chris hesitated then, and reached to his pants that were bunched beside him. He took his knife from his belt, and opened it, and then he dropped the blade flat on Chad’s chest, under his chin, so that it was resting there between his nipples where all of us could see it. Chad’s eyes went oh-so-wide, staring at the knife that was waiting for him. He kept staring at it, even as he gasped and grunted as he felt Chris inside of him, impaling him. Chris started slamming his cock in and out then, like a fat piston, in and out, and as he slammed into him he was fucking Chad so hard that Chad’s dying nutsack was literally bouncing. As his big cinched off nuts bounced up and down to the slamming his ass was taking, Chad seemed to grimace from the pain with every single stroke. It might have been from the deep penetrations of Chris’s long rod, or it might have been from his darkened nuts that were being strangled, but whatever the reason it obviously hurt like hell. His tied balls were aching of course, like a son-of-a-bitch no doubt, dying on the vine and so every movement must have really burned. Chris seemed to care less, and just slammed into him, fucking him with a vengeance. As he was fucking Chad I was looking at Chad’s pole, and I watched it grow even thicker and stiffen up even more as it lay pointing down at his chin. The big end of it turned purple, and grew round and wet. Then, Chris arched his back and yelled “Oh..YEAH...HERE IT COMES! TAKE MY WAD YOU FUCKER!” and then he ejaculated. At the same instant, suddenly sperm began to shoot out of Chad’s dick too, in long white strings of goo. The first two spurts from his dick hit him on the chin, and the rest shot out in lines of white cream across his chest, even coating the blade of the knife with his own semen. Nothing was stimulating his dick directly, or really giving him any pleasure, but Chris’s cock was deep inside of him, pumping out its own load of goo and squirting it right into his prostate, and that was apparently enough to put him over the edge and force the sperm out of him. For Chad Mallock of course it was his last wad, fittingly forced from him by the leader of our gang, shot with us all watching as our leader filled his ass with cream. The two of them ejaculated together. Chris was grinning as he came, while Chad had a look on his face of defeat and misery. When Chris had finished, he just lay there, his satisfied cock stuffed inside of Chad’s rectum. He stayed that way for several minutes, savoring the feeling of being buried inside Chad’s well-fucked ass that was gripping his rod. Of course, as Chad shot his own wad the muscles within his rectum had rhythmically squeezed Chris's cock, milking out his load and adding to his pleasure. It was obvious that it had felt wonderful, and Chris was grinning wide as he savored it. Of course for Chris, it was just another fuck of many more to come, another hole filled with cream and another orgasm to be remembered. For Chad, there had been no enjoyment as he shot his wad, and there was no post orgasmic sexual bliss following it either. His spent cock was done, and his last wad lay in lines of ejaculated cream, part of it dripping from his chin and literally coating the blade of the knife that would soon unman him. As I and the rest of us watched his cock turn soft, it occurred to me that he had just experienced his last erection. Finally, Chris had had enough, and with a grin still on his face he slowly pulled his softening dick out of the man he had raped. White jism was leaking out of Chad’s ass, and the lips of it were red and sore and puckered, now a whore of a hole and stretched to a new dimension. Then, without any further hesitation, Chris Harriman picked up his knife and set the sperm-soaked blade against the constricted bunch of skin between the leather tie and Chad’s balls, just below the first knot and just above the second. He hesitated then, and for a few priceless seconds time seemed to stand still. Chad knew it was over, and he just stared, his eyes begging, as he lived the last seconds of his life as a man. Still, he stared, at the knife and his balls that were right in front of his nose. He was whimpering, like a little boy, staring at the knife and knowing his nuts were history. Chris Harriman grinned, and said “You don’t deserve em Chad....you don’t. And where you are going, you won’t need em either.” With that, he jerked the blade, and took Chad’s balls with a single stroke of the knife. Chad’s entire body shuddered as his balls came free, and he grunted loudly into his gag as his eyes went wide open and he felt himself being castrated. Immediately afterwards, he stared straight ahead, in disbelief I think, with a blank expression on his face after he lost his balls. He stayed that way, with that blank expression, feeling the emptiness between his legs and the loss of everything that had made him what he had been. He had been unmanned! Almost to prove the point, Chris picked up Chad’s bag of nuts, with the little Scorpion pendant resting right at the top, and held the severed scrotum right up to Chad’s face, so he could get a good look at what he had lost. Chad’s eyes were wide open, staring, staring at his own sack. Of course, it was no longer his, and as Chris held up the trophy Chad couldn't take his eyes off of it. His expression was one of total loss, a deep longing or even envy perhaps, and it was obvious he wanted his balls back. Chris grinned then, a big across-the-face grin, and some of us laughed. The last thing Chris had us do was to shave off Chad's pubic hair, followed by his mustache. He said the hair looked funny, and now that he didn't have any balls he didn't deserve it. I remember how important that mustache had been to Chad, and how long it had taken him to grow it. Yet, it only took a few seconds to take it off, and as we were doing that it occurred to me that he would never grow it back. Chad had tears in his eyes as we shaved his pubes and his lip, and in a way it seemed to make the point that he had been completely unmanned. After it was done, he looked like a pre-pubescent ten year old. Sanchez brought the jar over. It was full of balls, from all of those who like Chad Mallock had dared to cross our leader. Just before he dropped the balls into the jar, I took a good look at them, and noticed the soft blond hairs still sprouting on the skin of his scrotum. The light caught them, and the hairs seem to shine. Then, with a laugh, Chris Harriman dropped the balls into the jar, and they hit with a splash. When Chris dropped the tied scrotum into the jar it was too much for Chad Mallock, and when he saw that his eyes rolled back in his head and he fainted. We left a few minutes later. Chris called the police, and told the desk sergeant where the rapist could be found. Of course, the word got out, and the paper carried the story, about how our gang had punished their own for what had been done. Suddenly, people’s attitudes changed, and while some were aghast at what the gang had done, more than a few were satisfied that justice had been served. The message that our gang didn't condone the crime wasn't lost on anyone. That was enough to get the heat off of the gang, and after that things pretty much returned to normal, at least for us. Even the police left us alone, and it occurred to me that Chris Harriman had sacrificed Chad's balls to save the Scorpions. As for Chad Mallock, his guilt was obvious and certain, and even though he had been castrated he was still a rapist in the eyes of the law. He was arrested, tried, and convicted. There was never any doubt about his guilt. The girl identified him, and his DNA was a perfect match for the sperm he had left in her ass. There wasn’t much the court appointed attorney could do, and he had a few prior convictions for other things that didn't help him. In the end the judge gave him fifty years. One thing that I think about from time to time is Chad Mallock’s fantasy. He had said that all he had wanted was to feel what it was like to fuck an ass. I imagine it’s a fantasy he doesn’t enjoy anymore and yet one that he relives regularly even so. As a convicted child molester, and a ball-less one at that, I imagine that the only way he stays alive in prison is to keep his hole open and his legs spread. And so he does and so he will, reliving his fantasy in ways he never dreamed, with every eager cock and with every horny inmate, day after day and year after year. [Authors comments: © Copyright August, 2005. All rights reserved. Not to be copied without the consent of the author. This is another saga in the ‘Gangs’ series. If it pressed a button of yours, I’d appreciate hearing about it. Nathan9001@yahoo.com] |