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Gangs, Balls, and Twisted Nuts I'm warning you, plain and simple. Chris Harriman isn't a guy to fool with, and as the undisputed leader of the Scorpions he wouldn't give it a second thought to nut you. I know that as a fact, yes sir I do, and I've seen him nut enough guys that I can attest to the truth of that statement. He's mean, really mean, and if you cross him, or try and rat him out, he'll find you and when he does he won't show you any mercy either. Take Thomas Canter as an example. You know him, the guy who used to run the brothels on the south of town. Yeah, that's the man. Well, he's not doin it anymore, and those places are boarded up now. Canter didn't pay his dues, and he made the big mistake of telling the Scorpions to go and fuck themselves. In the end it got him castrated, and I was there when his nuts got twisted off. Yeah, just twisted off. What made it worse was his teenage son got the same treatment, and right beside his dad and right after him. Fuck. FUCK! I'm telling you, Chris Harriman's not a guy to fool around with. I'm tellin' you. Ask Canter. Yeah, just ask him! I'll never forget that Saturday afternoon as long as I live. We all went down there, to the Pink Cave, and pushed our way right through the girls. Canter was in the back office, and the one bouncer he had employed to protect the place went down in ten seconds. You should have seen the look on Canter's face when Chris came walking into his office. I don't know what he was thinking, or why the hell he didn't know we'd come. But he didn't, and so when we showed up he was just sittin there, with his teenage kid beside him, counting his cash and smoking that cigar. It turned out the boy was two days past his eighteenth birthday. Just two days. Hell, he looked like a kid, but Chris didn't care, and just to set an example he nutted the two of them side by side. But first of course, he had to have his fun. The very first thing though, was they had their talk. Chris did most of the talking, telling Canter he was dumb as shit, that he had been given the opportunity, and had spit on the wrong guy and the wrong gang. Canter kept his cool, and I don't think he sensed the danger, even with us all there and the girls scared shitless. Finally, Chris was done listening, and then he got this big grin on his face as some idea popped into his head. That's when he said "I'm a reasonable sort....and perhaps you guys deserve one last fling. How old is your boy, anyway?" When Chris mentioned the boy, Canter looked angry, and he replied with a fury in his eyes: "Leave Gary out of this. He has nothing to do me, or with you! Nothing! Since the divorce, he's normally home with his mom, but I happen to have him this weekend, that's all. I shouldn't have him here anyway, and we were just leaving. You leave my boy alone, I'm telling you!" The boy was a punk kid, with spiked hair that was a dirty blond, the very tips bleached out bright. He wore an earring in his ear, perhaps to make him look more grown up than he was. He had perfect teeth, but they were filled with braces, and it was obvious someone was buying him a perfect smile, perhaps to use on the girls in his future. Of course, that was going to be wasted money now. The boy's face was pubescent, with a wisp of darkening fuzz on his upper lip, but other than that the boy was pretty smooth and very young looking. I could see he liked to push the limits, and he wore a metal choker around his neck, and his baseball cap was off to the side. Chris looked at him, and grinned, and then he turned back to Canter. "Sure he does. He's got a set of balls doesn’t he? I'm sure you expect him to spread his seed and keep the Canter name going. You have made a big mistake, and fucking with the Scorpions is always a very bad idea." Canter got mad then, when he should have been scared. Then he said "I'm warning you... I've got a lot of connections in the city. You aren't gonna do anything to me, and if you touch my kid I'll kill you. He just turned eighteen, and..." But Chris just cut him off, and when he did it was all but done. He just stood up, while Canter was still talking, and then he turned to us and said "Grab them. Find a bedroom, and tie them down. And then find some of his girls. I could care less about the father, but a boy ought to know what he's losing before I take his balls." Of course, Canter went ballistic then, but it didn't matter at that point and I knew they were both as good as castrated. It didn't take us very long. We took Canter and his son up the stairs, to the third room, the one with a big brass bed in it. We stripped the two of them of their clothing and then tied them side by side. They were face up, their ankles secured to the brass footboard of the big bed, and their arms stretched over their heads and tied tight. They were both totally naked, except that we had left the boy's hat on, cocked to the side. For some reason, it seemed to fit his personality. I liked looking at the punk teenager. He had a tattoo just above his pubic hair, which surprised the hell out of his father. It was just two words, but they said "Blow Me". It brought a laugh to everyone, well, everyone but Canter and the boy. Without his clothes the boy was even more young looking than I thought he should be, especially for an eighteen year old. His thin body and flat stomach accentuated his youth, but the black bush was in contrast to the boy's blond hair. Of course, his hair color had come out of a bottle, and once his pants were off it was obvious that he had dyed it. As for his sex, he had a much thinner prick than his dad, a teenager's dick, and I wondered, despite the tattoo, if it had ever been in a pussy. He was a teenager, so I was pretty sure he was jacking off regularly, and as I had that thought it occurred to me that was about to change. The boy's cock was long enough, and his sac of balls were heavy, like his dad's bag, but his two eggs inside of it weren't quite as large. We all laughed at the boy's bag, as it was smooth looking and compared to his father's hairy sack it almost looked like he had shaved it. The boy was sprouting his way through puberty, but he had a ways to go before he would complete the trip. Of course, for him, the journey into manhood was about to end. As I was looking at him, I noticed that above his cock his pubic bush was small, and yet it was thick enough to define his manhood and it was clear to everyone that he was sexually capable. That too of course was about to change. One major different between the two of them was that the boy's prick was semi-stiff, and clearly the very act of being forcible undressed and tied down, stretched out and exposed, was enough to cause his prick to stir. The father's pole was soft in comparison, a small nub really that was scared, and it just hung stuck out above his balls and was about as small as it could be. Soft it was only just an inch or so in length, and yet it was stuck out of his nest of hair like a cute little knob. He had a much thicker bush than his teenage son, and it grew up from his groin and across his stomach. It also grew downward, between his legs, so that his balls were resting in hair that even grew so thick that it all but covered his hole. While his prick was just a round knob, still his cock was a lot thicker than his boys. Another difference that surprised me was that the father was circumcised, while the boy's dick still wore its hood of skin. Looking at the dad, and his darker nuts and wrinkled cock, it occurred to me that he had probably fucked a lot of girls in his life, and running the brothel there was little doubt he did it regularly and often. When Chris came into the room Canter started begging. I think by this time he knew he was in big time trouble, and yet Chris didn't have any sympathy for him and it wasn't very long before he had us gag him. After that, things got a lot quieter. We brought up the girls, all twelve of them, and made them stand in front of the bed. They were all pretty scared, but they didn’t say much, and I think a few of them were even glad to see their boss tied up that way. Chris looked at the boy, and then he said "Gary....you need to pick out two of your father's girls here. Your prick deserves a little fun, and I'm sure your father would be glad to pay for a little pleasure session for you. Every guy deserves at least one hot session as a man. So, pick out two of them, and I'll make sure they make you feel really good when I have them play with your pole." The boy stared, but said nothing. He was scared, but I noticed that as he stared at the girls his prick stirred above his balls, and as he looked at the girls and the thoughts of them touching him entered his mind it grew stiffer by the second. Chris saw it to, and grinned, and then he just waited while the boy's dick grew into a full erection, bobbing up and down with the very idea that it would soon be the center of their attention. When he was fully hard Chris said: "Choose the girls boy.....unless you want Joey here to suck your dick instead." As he said that, he motioned towards the big man on the end of the line. Joey was a big brute of a man, with a full beard and a strong, powerful body, and when the boy looked his way his eyes got wide and scared and I saw is dick bounce with his fear. Joey gave the boy a grin, and licked his lips...for effect, and to scare the shit out of the kid who was stretched out naked and oh-so-vulnerable. That did the trick! The boy immediately picked out the two youngest women in the lineup. They were two blond chicks, with big tits, and it was obvious that the boy had figured that no matter what was in store for him things would be better if the girls were holding his dick than if Joey was holding his pole. Chris laughed then, and so did I. Chris sent the rest of the girls downstairs with ten of our Scorpion members to keep an eye on them. There wasn’t much doubt that the way he sent them off with a wink where they were going and what would be happening. While it would have been fun to have been selected for the "duty" of watching them, I was glad to have been allowed to stay and watch the events that transpired. I felt like I was in the inner circle, and when you are a Scorpion being on Chris's good side has its distinct advantages. After the rest of the girls were gone, Chris smiled. He motioned back to Joey, who walked over to the dresser and picked up a bottle of baby oil. There were condoms there, and several scented oils as well, and a few dildos and vibrators that were waiting to be used. Chris grinned, and then told the girls to "Get on the bed, and start playing with the boy. I want him stiff, and eager." At the same time Joey mounted the bed too, straddling the father, who looked absolutely scared shitless at that point. He was mumbling into his gag, his eyes wide, and he started shaking his head and the big brute of a man climbed up on top of him and set down on his legs. One of the girls straddled the teenager, and the other one was on the side of him, toying with the boy's nipples and running her fingers over them in continuous circles. The girls were professionals, and they knew how to stimulate a man, and the boy's eyes were wide as he stared at their tits and watched them running their delicate hands up and down his body. Taking the bottle of baby oil, they squirted a little onto their hands, and then the one with the biggest tits picked up the boy's cock. Chris turned and said: "No....use more oil than that! Just pour the shit on him....use half the bottle on the boy, and the other half give to Joey to use on the boy's dad. I want them both lubed up well, because this is a very special afternoon for them. It's gonna be their last chance to squirt out their loads of cream, yeah, their very last opportunity to ejaculate, and so I think its only fitting that we make sure they both shoot a hell of a good wad before I take their balls. I want them both milked dry, and once that's been done then I'm gonna nut the bastard, and then his boy. Today is the end of the line for the Canter seed." The father screamed into his gag, and he started fighting the bonds hard that were holding him to the bed. Of course, with Joey sitting on him, and his feet tied out and his arms stretched over his head, his struggles were essentially useless. The boy had an expression of total disbelief painted across his face, and the fear in his eyes was obvious and intense. Even so his prick was so hard so fast that it was jutting upward, growing like a stiff branch out of his teenage bush of pubic hair. One of the girls emptied half of the bottle of baby oil into the teenager's groin, and then she immediately started working it into his skin, up and down his thighs, under his nuts and even down into the crack of his ass. She massaged the oil into his balls, and up and down his pole, and it was slick with the oil and it glistened in the light. She oiled his stomach, and worked her hands through the lake of fluid, her hands warming the oil and sliding across his body. Up and down she went, her fist wrapped around the boy's dick, up and down. His nipples went to points, and his eyes were wide, staring, watching the woman as she slid her hand over his cock and worked the lube into the boy's bag of nuts. While one girl worked his teenage cock, stroking his erection and fondling his balls, the other girl played with his nipples, and at the same time she nibbled on his ear. She was whispering into his ear, telling him how big his cock was and how nice and full his sac of balls felt. The boy's mouth was open, sucking in the air as the two professional women worked his sex. God it felt good! He pushed his hips upward, shoving his cock through her fist, arching his back. His toes pointed down, and his breathing became ragged. For the teenage boy, it was one of the most incredible feelings in his life. Next to him, Joey was playing with Canter's cock, working his man sized fist over the dad's bud of a pole. It nub stiffened, just from the friction, and started to grow longer, growing inch by inch until it was rock hard, thick and stiff. You could see the man fighting it the entire time, but his prick grew hard in spite of his fear and soon enough was jutting upward, a full nine inches of thick manhood then, bobbing up and down and really quite impressive, with every vein on the side of it pulsating with sexual desire. The look on his face was one of pure hatred, and it was obvious that he did not like being jacked by a man. Still, his dick grew rock hard none-the-less, and soon enough there was a bead of precum anointing the end. When his drop of cream beaded up on the tip of his pole, Chris laughed, and then he said "There you go Canter....there you go! Look at your stiff dick! How does it feel being jacked off by a man? Do you like it? Your dick likes it! Yeah it does. Look how hard you are getting! Go ahead Canter.....squirt your load. There's no more girls for you! Feel a real man holding your dick, and squirt out your load, just for him and just for me. Pump out that wad beside that boy of yours so I can nut you!" The man was scared shitless, and he was staring at his dick, and the big strong fist that was jacking his pole. The oil soaked fist that was holding his dick was slurp-slurp-slurping as Joey moved his wrist up and down and up and down. Canter grunted, the feeling building in spite of his fear, and his balls started to tighten in his sac. God...he was going to cum, and he knew it! He started to shake his head, begging with his eyes and grunting into his gag. Still, the feeling built, growing, his cock head turning purple as it bulged to an even greater thickness. He started to shake and strain with every muscle in his body, desperate to get loose and to prevent the inevitable from occurring. I remember watching the father and his son getting close to shooting at the same time, wondering what it must be like getting jacked off and knowing that when you came then you would be castrated. I don't know, but the boy seemed to be really enjoying it, and I don't think the thoughts of what were to come were what he was thinking about. Perhaps for him the experience was so new and so unique that he enjoyed it in spite of the consequences to follow. That wasn't true for his dad. No, for his father, I think that any enjoyment he was having was strictly limited to the physical sensation of having his cock pumped, and he was just so scared and fighting so damn hard that to me it was obvious he understood completely what was at stake. Joey pumped that fat cock up and down, and with every stroke it was obvious that Canter was losing control in one little increment after another. But, it was the teenage boy that came first. He screamed, out really loud: "OH... OH.... OH.... OH GOD! OH GODDDD! I'm CUMMING!!!!!!" he yelled, arching his back and his dick just exploding then. The first wad just fired out his dick like it was a cannon, arching up and across his chest. The way the woman was holding his dick caused part of the boy's wad to hit his fathers left nipple as well, and after that the boy's watery spunk continued to shoot out with a vengeance. He squirted again, and then again, and then again, shot after shot, the kid's nuts just shooting out his wad and emptying themselves. The girls continued to work his rod up and down as he was ejaculating, and while one worked his pole and fondled his well-oiled balls the other girl had moved her one hand down to below his sac, to the boy's hole and to the hairs that surrounded it. Just as the boy started shooting it was she that pushed her middle finger deep into the teenager's rectum, all the way in until she found his prostate. She worked her finger over the boy's acorn sized organ then, deep in his hole, massaging it the entire time he was ejaculating. The two women milked the boy dry, just pumping his rod and working his prostate, giving the teenage boy the most intense orgasm of his life. The boy bucked his hips and screamed with the pleasure as he came and came and came. Chris laughed and laughed, and then he said "Don't stop....don't you dare stop. Work the tip....work it hard, and keep working it until the boy's pole gets soft in your hand." The girls grinned, and kept at it. After about a minute or so there wasn’t anything coming out of the boy's dick, and yet he was screaming from the intensity of the feelings he was having. His over sensitive dick was driving him insane, and the girls just worked the tip, rubbing the mixture of oil and semen over it, working it with an intensity that was driving the young boy mad. He screamed, his eyes open with disbelief, as every nerve in his body was stimulated beyond belief. He bucked his hips, in a desperate primal urge to try and get his dick out of the fist of the woman that was still working it, but it didn't do anything at all except stimulate his prick further. While the boy was writhing and screaming from the intensity of what the two women were doing to him, the father's dick failed him and he started to ejaculate next to his son. He came with a grunt, and then his own prick stated to spasm, and after that his cream just came bubbling up out of his cock, flooding out of the tip of it and running down his erection. Joey kept working his fist up and down, milking the father's cock vigorously and getting every drop of his semen out of his balls. The man grunted into his gag as he came, his hips straining to stop the feeling that was beyond his control. He dug his toes into the mattress, curling them under as he ejaculated, and his eyes were wide and staring as the big brute of a man worked his cock and milked his sperm from the depths of his soul. The father and son came together, the man being jerked by a man, the boy being jerked by a woman. As soon as the father was milked dry Chris gave a nod, and Joey dismounted him and left him then, his prick softening by the second and drooping over, spent and satisfied. The end of the man's cock rested in a pool of his semen, spent and wasted on his belly. He turned then, to his boy, and watched the girls as they continued to pump his son's already spent pole, the teenager screaming from the intensity of the stimulation that continued unabated. But the boy's prick stayed hard, and grew thicker, and then the tip grew even rounder and his eyes went wide. This continued for about two more minutes, and then suddenly, the boy threw his head back again....arching his back, and I watched his toes curl inward, just before his cock spurted once again. His second wad wasn't as large as the first, not by a long shot, but it was still four good squirts, and the boy's entire body shuddered with each one as they happened. The girls laughed at the boy when he came again, and still they worked his pole faster and faster as he was shooting out his goo. The kid was shaking the entire bed he was struggling so hard, and yet his prick spurted and spurted and he screamed as it was doing so. "ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" he yelled. "Oh...FUCKKKKKKKKKK....STOP....STOP....OH...OH....OH I'M CUMMING AGAIN!!!!!!" After his second wad the girls kept pumping his rod, and one of them twisted her wrist and worked her hand across the head of his dick. He thrashed in the bed, his hands straining and his nipples tightened to mere points, and yet no matter what he did there was nothing he could do to stop the feeling that was beyond his brain's ability to handle. "URGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! OH...STOP.! FUCK! STOP! PLEASE...STOP! STOP! Oh...OH....AHHHH! STOP! OH STOP! OH...OH!" "Keep it going" said Chris, and the two women continued to pump the boy's dick. They were milking him. They didn't stop, but just kept working his pole. Somehow it stayed stiff, even though it started to turn red in their hands. They beat his meat, faster and faster, the oil growing hot from the friction of their fist. They massaged the boy's rod, milked it, up and down and up and down. It took a while, and then suddenly the boy screamed out he was cumming yet again, although if he actually shot a wad I didn't see it. "OH...OH...ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! I....I'm CUMMING!!!!!" he screamed for a third time. He bucked his hips and screamed as if he was having a third orgasm, and whose to say if he did or didn't? All I know is he screamed and yelled and begged, and bucked his hips and yelled he was shooting one more time. Still, nothing came out...nothing at all, and so if he did ejaculate there wasn’t' anything left in his nuts to shoot. After that, after he came that third time, finally, slowly, ever so slowly, in spite of the pumping that continued even so, the boy's teenage prick started to grow less hard. He was so spent, and so empty that he just couldn't keep it up anymore. Finally, when his dick had grown soft, Chris let the girls stop, and the boy fell back into the bed, spent and exhausted, staring at the ceiling with wide open eyes. His cream was literally covering his chest and stomach, and he had been milked so thoroughly that it was obvious it was something he would never forget. Of course, I knew it was his last time, although as the boy breathed in deeply, sucking in one lungful of air after another as he tried to catch his breath and recover from the intensity of his multiple orgasms, I'm not sure that occurred to him. Chris opened up the bag we had brought then, and took out the vice grips. One end of the pliers handle had been ground down, into a square of metal about the thickness of a pencil. We had ordered them off the internet, and now, seeing them, they looked a lot more evil than I had remembered them. As Canter watched him, his eyes growing wide with fear, Chris Harriman reached down next and pulled out a battery operated drill. It was one of the big models, the 18V models, and the handle of the vice grips fit into the chuck like it was made for it. Chris tightened the chuck, locking the pliers in place, and then he opened them and adjusted them so that they would clamp tight when they were closed. Finally, he climbed up on the bed, on top of the father and where Joey had been only a few minutes earlier. Canter was shaking, his eyes wide with fear. His son was staring at the drill too, the look on his face one of curiosity more than that of fear. He was still coming down off of his sexual high, and so the danger of the moment probably had not sunk in for him then. But his father had it all figured out, and he was scared, very scared, and as he watched things being done he could not control he started shaking with fear. Chris then looked at me and said "Give me the needle. I don't want him passing out on me." I opened my bag and handed the syringe to Chris. It contained a small amount of dissolved crystal, and as I watched he took the syringe and injected half of it directly into Canter's right testicle. The man screamed then, as it was done, and then as I watched Chris took the man's fat scrotum and pulled it to the side, so that he could get the needle in again and squirt the rest of the fluid into the man's left nut as well. The man was bucking his hips....feeling the burn perhaps, before his nuts went numb. Chris said "I know....it stings a little. But believe me, you'll appreciate it when I am taking your balls off. I'm not such a bad guy, and while I'd like you to feel it without the painkiller, you'd never stay awake and I don't want you to miss your own castration. But don't worry, I didn't give you a big enough shot to make em go totally numb. You'll still get most of the experience, but at least I've taken the edge off and you shouldn't pass out." Canter's eyes were so big then I thought they would bug out of his head. Chris took out his knife then, and just laid it right up to the top center of his balls, and as we all watched he sliced open the man's scrotum from the top to the bottom. The boy watched his dad's sac getting sliced open, and after that he started struggling in total panic. Of course, he knew by this time he was going to be next, and so I don't think he could believe it and if he had had doubts they were gone now. I was surprised, but there wasn’t much blood. Chris fished out Canter's balls, one after the other, and then he used his knife to slice off the thin membrane that was protecting them. Canter was watching his nuts, screaming into his gag, and yet he was powerless to do anything but watch. I don't think he was in too much pain then, and the injection Chris had given him must have numbed up his balls at least some. Still, staring at it and seeing his two testicles exposed like that, had to have been shocking, and he bucked his hips and grunted. Then, with a big smile, Chris took the big drill and moved it toward Canter's groin. As I watched, he took the man's left ball, and just clamped the chord into the jaws of the vice grip, right next to his big nut, so that it was held tightly in place. Canter grunted when he clamped the chord, so he had to have felt it, although I don't think it was anything he couldn't handle. But he was screaming then, seeing his left nut clamped in the jaws of those pliers, which were sticking out of the big drill. Chris laughed. And then he said: "I can see your fear. I don't blame you Canter. I don't blame you. But you should have thought this out long before now, and if you had done what you were told, like a good little boy, you wouldn't be laying here on one of your whore beds, with your balls in my drill and about to get twisted right off. Want to know where I got this idea? Well, this thing is called a Henderson Equine Castrating Instrument, and it is moron simple and it makes nutting bastards like you extremely easy. Let me show you how it works." Then, he pressed the trigger, gently, and the big drill motor started to turn, twisting the ball around and around. Canter screamed, and bucked his hips, and struggled with every single muscle in his body. I could tell he was feeling it, and the way the sweat poured out of his body and his armpits grew wet with it, it was obvious it was an extremely intense experience. He screamed, but the drill didn't care, and it just took his ball cord and kept twisting it. After his nut had gone around and around about a dozen times, Chris sped up the drill then, so that it was just spinning faster and faster and faster. Canter screamed, and as Chris pulled outward on the drill, stretching the cord that was twisting, it just separated above his ball, and the twisted cord snapped back into Canter's scrotum with a "thwat" sound, almost like a rubber band. He grunted, his eyes wide with disbelief, bucking his hips and grunting into his gag as he lived through being partially nutted. Half-castrated, he watched then as Chris Harriman opened the jaws on the pliers, and took his remaining nut and set the cord into the jaws that were waiting for it. He clamped them closed then, once again, and then Chris grinned a wide evil grin. He held the drill out, stretching the cord, and then he turned to the boy, who was watching his father's castration, and said "Hey kid....ready to watch your daddy become a eunuch?" Gary Canter shook his head, and said "OH GOD....please....oh God.... don't......... ARGHHHH" He screamed as Chris activated the drill, and his father's eyes went wide and then he too was screaming into his gag. Around and around his last ball went, twisting the cord two-three-four---five---six times, and then more. With twist after twist the drill hummed, effortlessly spinning his last ball and twisting it again and again. Chris laughed, and pressed the trigger further, and the drill sped up and twisted the ball then like there would be no tomorrow coming. Canter grunted and screamed and bucked his hips, the pain shooting into him in spite of the drug in his nut. He gasped then, just as his last ball came free, the cord snapping bloodlessly back into his sac as it was twisted off by the drill. Castrated! I noticed the father's prick was a lifeless worm, and it occurred to me it would stay that way. Next to him, the boy was fighting his restraints, scared shitless. The interesting part though was that his dick had stiffened as he had watched his dad getting nutted, and his pole rose off his belly almost as if it was eager to feel the experience for himself. Not to keep him waiting, Chris got off the father then, and just slid over until he was straddling the boy. The father's eyes were glazed over, staring, and he was mumbling into his gag and begging for his son. Whatever he was trying to say, Chris ignored him and just went about his work. I handed him another syringe, and he took it and injected the fluid into the boy's individual teenage balls, one after the other. The boy screamed as he felt the needle and it was obvious he didn't want it done to him. It must have stung like hell the way he bucked his hips and yelled. After that he was begging, and as he did Chris put his finger to the boy's lips, hushing him. Then he said "Gary Gary Gary......quiet boy. You need to be brave here, and lose your balls like a man. I've given you some extra painkiller, so it shouldn’t hurt as bad as it did for your dad. I need you to do me a favor though. I want you to be brave. You see, it won't do you any good to beg for them, or to cry out while I'm nutting you. I'm going to unman you, I am, and the best thing for you to do is just relax and let me do it to you." "If you struggle, then it will be worse for you, and in the end it won't matter because I'm going to nut you anyway. I'll be nice though, and as long as you don't beg me I'll let the girl with the big tits work on your dick while I'm doing it. My advice for you is to concentrate on her tits and try and not think about what you are losing. Don't blame me. Make no mistake, you are losing your balls because of your dad's stupidity." Then, he motioned for the girl, and she came to him, scared and shaking. She was so scared I didn't think she would be able to help. Chris was playing with the boy's tattoo, running his fingers over the letters that were inked above his pubic hair. As he was doing that, Chris looked at her and found just the words to motivate the woman. He said "If you want to stay a woman, I'd suggest you pleasure the boy. Do it right, or else. Do you see his tattoo?" She looked at it, and nodded. Then he said: "Good. I want you to suck him while I take his balls." She didn’t' hesitate, but lay down beside the teenager and went right to work on his pole. She closed her eyes and sucked in his rod, working the tip of it with her tongue, working on his dick like it was a popsicle. As she was doing that, Chris Harriman took his Scorpion knife and pushed it right into the boy's bag, running it straight down his scrotum and slitting his sac open like a purse, top to bottom, just like he had done on the father's balls only a few minutes before. The boy bucked his hips and grunted then, and as he did he inadvertently pushed his cock deeper into the woman's throat. She took in the full length of his pole, and worked it, and it grew hard in her mouth in spite of the slice that had been made the length of his scrotum. Chris fished out the boys twin orbs, which were smaller than his fathers and were still growing. The growth was done now of course, and soon enough they wouldn't even be the boy's anymore. It seemed a waste to nut the teenager, but Chris was a ruthless man, and he wanted to send an effective message to the father, and his friends, and this was one that certainly wouldn't be forgotten. He clamped the boy's left nut chord into the jaws of the pliers, and then he stretched it out with the drill. The boy felt it, felt the tugging. The woman had moved her body and head so as to block his view, and I think she was trying to protect the boy from seeing his castration. It didn't work though. When Chris turned on the drill and started twisting off the boy's ball, he screamed and yelled out "Oh...FUCK...FUCKKK ME..... GOD....OH... STOP! Oh....OH OH..... FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!" he yelled. As he did he grunted, and I saw his entire body shake, and as I was looking at the woman I saw white jism spurting out around her mouth. The boy was cumming as he was being castrated! Without any doubt, his teenage cock was pulsating and I watched him jerk and thrash as he came for the last time, spurting his final load of spunk down the whores throat. As he was bucking his hips and shooting his wad into her, I heard the drill speed up and a few seconds later his left ball came off completely. The boy's entire body shook in a giant spasm when his nut came free, and after that he started struggling then in a total panic. Chris unclamped the pliers, and slipped the boy's last nut chord in place, relocking the pliers and stretching out the cord. Everything then stood in the balance. I noticed the boy's prick had started to shrink, getting smaller by the second as his spent cock was still being sucked. The father's eyes were wet with tears, and he was shaking his head back and forth. Chris looked at him and grinned, and then he winked at Canter. As he did he said "Watch close dad....your boy is about to be nutted by the Scorpions!" Then, Chris hit the button, and the boy's ball went round and around and around. He arched his back and screamed even louder then, and as he did he bucked his hips wildly, grunting from the feeling as his last nut was twisted by the drill. It took about thirty seconds, and then his last ball finally came free, just twisted right off. His two empty cords were no longer attached to anything, and the two little glands that had only minutes before defined the teenager as a man were now no longer a part of him. As he was castrated the girl spit out his wilted cock, the boy's once proud rod now a worthless worm, doomed to stay flaccid forever. She also spit out his spunk then, along with his dead cock, and somehow it seemed fitting to see it wasted there. Chris laughed. The boy and his father were both nutted now, both eunuchs, forcible castrated while the gang watched and made it happen. For the Canters, it was a lesson never to be forgotten, a simple Saturday that left them changed forever. So, I'm warning you, plain and simple. Like I said at the beginning of this little tale, Chris Harriman isn't a guy to fool with. He is without question the undisputed leader of the Scorpions, and if you cross him he wouldn't give it a second thought to nut you too. I know that as a fact, yes sir I do, and I've been there and watched him nut enough guys now that I can attest to the truth of that statement. [Authors note: Adult fiction. ©Copyright October, 2004. All rights reserved. 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