Gangs, Balls, and Castrated Villains

Ahhhhhhhhhh, it felt so fucking good. He loved the feeling of a hot pussy, and this woman was wetter than most of his girls. She had big tits too, and he grabbed them and fondled them and pinched the nipples until she was screaming at him to stop. She was into it, and she was certainly the kind of woman that liked to yell out with her grunting. Yeah, she was a screamer, and he liked that too. He liked that a lot. She would bring good money alright and the teenage boys would pay a lot to let her take their cherrys. Yeah, it was good to have found her. She was one of those that just liked fucking, and that was good, cause she’d be doing a lot of it in the months to come. With that thought he pushed his fat cock in and out harder then, getting the rhythm going, and as he pushed it in and out he felt his balls slapping against her pussy, almost as if they too wanted to climb inside. He had a huge sac, and it was dangling as he fucked and sweated, and as it slapped slapped slapped against her pussy he loved the feeling. She was screaming loudly, and between her gasps and her “Oh GODS” and her “FUCK ME HARDER” he couldn’t help but smile.

Perhaps it was her screaming that covered up the sounds when the door opened. Perhaps it was his concentration, as he felt his huge balls begin to tighten and his load begin the climb towards his pending release. Perhaps it was just his overconfidence, and his lack of concern. Perhaps it was none of those things, or all of them. It didn’t really matter what it was in the end, but as he fucked her he suddenly stopped, suddenly and totally and completely, as he felt the steel blade of the switchblade at his throat and was immediately more aware that everything had changed in an instant than he had ever been aware of anything in his life before. He was no longer alone with the woman. The young men that were in the room with him were sure bent on something and the steel blade at his throat threatened to end everything. Before he could move he heard a voice and before he could react to it he was already helpless and anything he might have done was nothing but an impossibility after that.

“CUFF HIM”

Instantly, he felt the handcuffs one on each of his wrists, then around the two bedposts and then onto the woman’s wrists as well. Somebody was grabbing at his fat legs at the same time, pulling them apart until he knees gave and he fell into the woman, burying his fat cock even deeper in her pussy. His big thighs pulled and he tried to fight them, but the boys that held him were strong and as they jerked his legs apart and his weight collapsed on her she screamed. Then he felt the cuffs on his ankles too and then they too were brought around the footposts of the bed and then back, onto the woman’s ankles until he was hooked to the bitch and her struggles were his. He tried to struggle too then, pulling and twisting, and as he did so he could feel the woman was doing the same, screaming even louder and struggling like there was no tomorrow trying to get him off of her. When she pulled her arm in it jerked his out, and when he pulled on his legs he was moving hers in the process. It didn’t matter what either of them did, for they were hooked together and as a result neither could really move, and as he laid on her she could hardly breath and she was screaming at him to get off of her and NOW. She struggled so hard then, her big tits squashed under his chest, and as she fought the cuffs on her wrists and ankles her pussy churned on his cock, tightening around it and then pistoning his shaft as she jerked on the bed. He grunted, feeling the feeling still building, even as he struggled to get away and to get it out of her. Then he started to speak:

“Hey....cool the knife man. Calm...hey, who the fuck are you? Listen, you don’t know who you are messing with here! If you don’t let me go NOW you will be making a huge mistake. Now, let me go NOW dammit!”

Suddenly, the knife on his throat disappeared. Yeah...OK, maybe they were reconsidering. Then he heard the voice again: “Gag the woman”.

Within seconds the room went quiet then, except for her moaning and grunting as she continued to scream into her gag. He looked right down at her, her fatness disgusting him then, but even so her struggles continued and his cock continued to grow harder and harder, his balls tightening from her movements in spite of his fear. He tried to shake her off...to pull out his cock, but he was tied tightly and he couldn’t pull it out even though he tried desperately. When he tried all he succeeded in doing was sliding it out and then back in, and as he did that he felt her pussy gripping his cock so tightly he could hardly believe it and the heat of her cunt seemed to consume his being.

Suddenly, someone leaned over and then began to speak directly into his ear: “You fucked with the wrong gang. Nobody fucks with the Scorpions, not even you. Your two cop friends you sent to hassle us let us borrow their handcuffs. Yeah, they got real cooperative when we explained it all to them. They got to watch their balls die, and believe me that’s a feeling that no man ever wants to feel. Sure was nice of them to loan us their cuffs. We showed them the receipts man, and when we showed them what we have on them they ran liked scared boys....you know, you were an idiot to record the $3000 in your computer. Yeah...an idiot. They ran their castrated asses right out of town they did. Yeah.....they are done man. Done. Well, your done too fat man...done. You HEAR me????? You’re done too!”

Scorpions! Oh SHIT! Oh damn he was in trouble and he was suddenly scared, really scared, and he knew he was going to be very lucky if he could get out of this ordeal alive and in one piece.

“OK. OK. Hey....let me go! What do you want? Money? I’ll give you $5000, tonight, right now. Just tell me what you want, OK? Just say it and the money is YOURS!”

“Sure fatso. I’ll tell you what we want. Tonight, we want your balls.”

“Oh GOD....... No....OK....OK....Ten thousan.........no, Fifty Thousand....I’ll give you fifty thousand and we can work out a deal....”

“Nope. You can’t buy your balls back. They aren’t for sale and you gave them to us when you sent your dirty cops our way. Jason, give me the bander. Our little fat friend here needs to feel it on his nuts and I don’t want him waitin’ too long.”

“WAIT! Everyone has a price. Name it. NAME IT FOR GOD’S SAKE. JUST TELL ME WHAT IT WILL TAKE....”

“I already told you fatso. I don’t want your money. I want your balls. And guess what, I’m gonna take em too.”

Robert Torax looked back over his shoulder, to try and see what was happening. As he turned around he was staring face to face with Chris Harriman, the leader of the Scorpions, and as they met eyeball to eyeball he knew he was in very very serious trouble. In Chris’s hand was the banding device, and from his days on the farm as a youngster he was well aware of its capabilities. He started struggling anew, like there was no tomorrow, his eyes wide in desperation. As he struggled he felt his nuts slapping against her pussy, the woman’s wetness more than apparent, and as she screamed and yelled into her gagged mouth he could feel her pussy gripping his manhood like a vise.

He tried to bluff his way: “LISTEN! IN A FEW MINUTES THIS ROOM IS GONNA BE CROWDED. MY GUYS WILL BECOMING UP TO CHECK ON ME. DON’T BE STUPID MAN. We can still make a deal and.....”

Suddenly, in mid-sentence, he felt his balls being grabbed. The were totally vulnerable, hanging down, lose and heavy and full of cream, and when he felt the man’s hand grab his sac and pull down on it the words left his mouth with a rush. He tried to think...to come up with some other words...to find something...anything....to save his manhood. He felt the tugging then...and then the bander as it was pushed up between his legs...the loop of surgical rubber as his balls were pulled through it. He gasped...looked over his shoulder again at the leader of the Scorpions and saw the handles of the bander in his hands. “OH GOD...PLEASE.....FOR GODS SAKE........PLEASE I”LL DO ANYTHING!”

The Scorpion’s leader was holding his balls, feeling them, and as he held the essence of the fat man’s manhood he began to talk to him again: “It’s a nice set fatso. A very nice set. And that cock of yours is so fucking hard...buried deep in her pussy even as I’m holding your balls. Such a waste man. Such a waste. Hope you are enjoying the pussy, cause pretty soon your balls are gonna be dead and finished and after that your prick is gonna shrink away like a useless piece of wet macaroni. Yeah..like a wet noodle. So, enjoy your last pussy, and if I were you I’d fuck it fast, and as much as you can while you still can.”

With that, he began to pump the handle of the bander.

“CLICK...TICK..........CLICK.......TICK...........CLICK.......TICK”

With each ratchet of the handle, the loop of thick rubber was reduced in size. CLICK.....TICK. CLICK....TICK. CLICK.....TICK. Tighter and tighter the rubber loop was pulled....at first as always it was just air it was grabbing. Then, it was gently touching the huge scrotum....then tighter still, pinching into the skin, then tighter...and tighter....and tighter....and TIGHTER. Suddenly, the man began to feel a feeling like no feeling he had ever experienced before. He was bucking his huge thighs then, a primal bucking motion that transcended time. He was desperate, and as he jerked his hips his big cock was sliding in and out, in and out, and then the pressure on his nuts intensified and the band began to bite into him and OH GOD IT HURT!

Then, he screamed. “ARGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG” OH FUCKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!”

Suddenly, he was spurting.....his balls just suddenly convulsing and his cock shooting out one of his last wads...deep into the woman’s pussy with a violence that was more intense, more desperate perhaps, than any orgasm he had ever had before. Still, Chris cranked the handles, ever tightening the band even as the fat man ejaculated his seed and struggled to escape the pressure. “OH GOD! NOOOOOOOOO! OH NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

Chris pumped the handles still, tightening the band more and more and more. CLICK...... TICK.........CLICK...... TICK. CLICKKKKKKK...... TICKKKKKKKKKKKKK. “OH..OH...OH..... ARGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!”

He was wild then, a madman, feeling the band as it effectively began his castration even as his balls were pumping out the last of their fluid. He bucked his hips in desperation, the rubber band growing ever smaller and trapping his balls in his sac. The woman he was cuffed to was wild too, struggling as he struggled, feeling the man shooting into her and filling her with his seed. She fought, his desperation and hers combined, the entire bed rocking as the band did its work and his balls were crushed closed inside his scrotum.

Soon, it was done. His prick finally stopped squirting, and yet it stayed hard, like a rod of steel. Finally, when the loop of rubber was as small as possible and the handle bottomed out Chris pulled the release lever, and there was a snap as the machine crimped the tubing and then snipped off the excess. The man grunted as it made the snap, leaving him with a very tiny circle of rubber around the top of his scrotum. A metal crimp was keeping it closed, crushing the top of the sac and strangling the fat balls that were bulging in the huge sack still hanging between his legs. He bucked and jerked and struggled for a while, but he couldn’t do anything, and the pain in his balls was so intense he almost wanted to vomit. It was like a sledgehammer was pounding his balls constantly, and he tried to yell then and scream for help but he knew no one would come and his balls were lost. He couldn’t get loose, and he could feel the band and he knew what it was doing. All he could do was beg, and he was doing that with earnest.

“OH GOD...oh oh OH....please........oK OK...anything........I’ll do ANYTHING.....ANYTHING!!!!!!!. A hundred thousand....fuck...I’ll GIVE YOU A HUNDRED THOUSAND DOLLARS.....JUST TAKE OFF THE BAND!. PLEASE. OH GOD...PLEASE.”

He looked over his shoulder again, and then to the sides, and he could tell from the smiles that met him and the gang’s expressions that stared back at him that it was hopeless. They would not release him, and they had no intention of stopping his castration and no amount of money was going to change that. With the realization it was over, the flood came and the tears poured out like a river.

“Jason, BRAND HIM”

Robert Torax looked back over his shoulder, even as the tears poured from his face. He watched the blowtourch as it heated the piece of steel, the badge from one of the crooked policemen. It didn’t take long. Soon, it was glowing, red hot...then white hot....the metal heated so hot that it glowed even when the torch was taken away. He saw it then, moving toward him, toward his right cheek of his ass, and then OH GOD and then he FELT IT, and the burn was so fucking intense..... He bucked his hips...jerked hard and desperate, trying to pull his legs together, and then he screamed and then screamed again......as the little symbol became a part of him, imbedded into his ass and on it, and permanent fixture and a constant reminder of who he had tried to buy to attack the gang. Oh GOD! The outline of the police badge was a part of his ass, the number even imprinted in his cheek for all time. Even as he felt the pain he felt the throbbing in his testicles, his manhood hanging down, screaming for the nourishment they would never get again. The tears continued...and time stood still.

Chirs Harriman leaned over then, to his ear, and then he said to him: “OK fatso....this time it was your balls. When you get done with the cops, you need to leave town, permanently, or I’m gonna come back and take your dick next time. I swear, and let me assure you, as bad as a banded sac of balls is, a banded dick is a whole lot more serious. Chris then reached out and patted his rear, on the left check, like one would pat a horse. He then reached out and gripped the man’s darkening balls, and as he grabbed them the pain shot up between his legs and he struggled, then, pulling hard on the restraints, desperate to protect his balls even as he was losing them.

The leader of the Scorpions picked up a gag, and gently placed it in the mouth of Robert Torax. Then he said: “There there there.....I know what you are thinking. Yeah....feels good....doesn’t it...feeling that feeling in your nads as they scream for nourishment. Can’t let you call out now....cause we gotta go and no telling who might come by and be tempted to disturb you and the little woman here. Yeah....can’t have that---gotta give your balls time to die. Now, speaking of your balls...well, soon they won’t hurt quite so bad. If I were you I’d get to the hospital as soon as you can. If you just take the band off you’ll die you know. Oh...look at those tears. Yeah, I know...they really hurt. Yeah...well, I’m glad they do. Just know this. We aren’t a gang like most gangs. You were advertising your little AIDS infected girls right in the high schools, chasing the rich high school boys and sucking the money out of their horny wallets to feed your pimp operation. Yeah you were and you know it. You were fucking kids man.....some were as young as 14 and your were given em dirty holes to fuck so you could take their money. We warned you. We told you to go to the other side, to leave the high school kids alone, but you didn’t listen. No, you sent your paid dogs and crooked cops after us. After me! Well asshole, see this little packet.....yeah....in here is a copy of every one of your receipts, your operations, and your little payoff to the cops too. Not to mention a few photos of you and some of the kids you were chasing. Yeah....its all in here....all from your safe and your computer, and in the morning the originals of all of this are gonna get delivered to the police station. Yeah...all of it. And when the good cops find it and read it they are gonna come looking for you. So, if I were you, when the cops turn their backs on you I’d skip the waitin around for them to figure out what to do to you and instead I’d haul your ballless ass and your forever limp cock right out of town as soon as you can. You got that? Cause if you don’t, well, in that case the cops are gonna make your life miserable and you are gonna be going to jail. If you do, no parole. Got that? If you somehow get out well then know that I’m going to be coming back for that cock of yours. Next time I’m not going to leave it for the doctor to take either.”

Chris stood up then, and with a nod of his head the gang of Scorpions left the room, gently closing the door quietly behind them and locking it as they did so. The man struggled when they were gone, and fought the cuffs that held him but it was useless and he knew it. His cock stayed buried in her pussy. It had softened with the branding, but it grew hard later....in spite of the pain in his nuts, and he struggled anew and fought the feeling but finally gave in to it. It was the end, the end of his manhood and he knew it, and so as he felt his balls dying he fucked her again, one last time, sliding his cock in and out and in and out, until finally, he ejaculated again, grunting out his last wad and shooting into her cunt and filling her with the last of his seed. He cried then, and was crying still when they found him in the morning. Oh God it was so humiliating, and he could never forget the police, trying to get off the cuffs. Oh how they searched, trying to find the key, looking at the badge branded into his ass, and staring at his black balls hanging down like plums waiting for their picking.

Chris Harriman smiled as he sipped his coffee. Some mornings are better than others. Today, well today was just one of those great mornings, where things seems to start out right and can only get better. He laughed then, and handed the paper to his lieutenant, and as Jason picked it up his smile said it all.

Star Gazette-Police Nab Prostitution Kingpen

Yesterday Robert Torax, a major city prostitution kingpen, was found, apparently naked, in his place of business. From the police reports it appears that he was running more than one prostitution ring that was geared for teenage clientele. There is at least one report, at this time unconfirmed, that some police officers were also involved. Mr Torax was found restrained using police handcuffs and appears to have been assaulted during his ordeal. The exact nature of his injury was not discussed, but we have confirmed that he was rushed by ambulance to City General Hospital where a bilateral orchidectomy was performed by the attending physician. Following the castration surgery, he was arrested by the city police and has been charged with running a house of prostitution, child pornography, and with conduct contributing to the delinquency of a minor. He is being held without bail.

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