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“Some body should nut that little fucker!” Fred muttered as the six boys, led by the cocksucking Doug, continued their morning run. Fred respected diversity, and if a guy wanted to buy a red car, which was a color Fred hated, he could accept that, and he wouldn’t even bother arguing with a guy who happed to think that raw oysters were great. He could even accept a degree of homosexuality between consenting adults, as long as they kept it out of his sight, of course, but this kid blowing his bunkmates was more than Fred could handle. It wasn’t only the perverted act that pissed Fred off; it was the fact that the younger boys liked having a guy blow them and they eagerly lined up for him to do it. Fred knew that it was only a matter of time before Doug had converted at least a few of them to his ‘alternative lifestyle’ whatever the fuck that was. Fred had done some things that he wasn’t particularly proud of, but no way in hell could he ever imagine himself taking another guy’s cock in his mouth, or his ass either for that matter. There was no doubt about it; the kid had to join Kyson and Wayne in the eunuch community, and there they could do whatever the fuck they wanted to each other an he wouldn’t give a shit. -------------------------------------------------------------- “Someone should nut that old fucker.” Doug said to himself as he led the other boys off on their morning run. The old bastard thought he was so cool spying on them, but he didn’t have a clue that Doug was on to him. Doug had seen the weather camera the first night he was there, and he had even flashed whomever the fuck it was that was watching him, giving the guy a good look at his teenage balls. It was pretty obvious that the camera normally pointed up at the sky, but every evening, and late most nights, it angled downward to face their balcony. He had finally seen the Official National Weather Service sticker on the old fuck’s door, so he knew who it was that was spying on them. The other boys didn’t know it and he wasn’t going to tell them just yet. He could imagine the old fuck sitting over there beating his meat watching them, and he made sure that he gave the old coot a good show. He had even opened his mouth and shown the bastard a white gleam of jizz several times, and when he met him on the street, like just now, he always stuck his tongue out and licked an imaginary drop of it off his chin just to piss him off. The old man’s attitude pissed Doug off. The old man came across like sucking boys was some kind of sick, perverted act. Shit. What did he know, anyway? He had probably never sucked a cock, and didn’t have a clue about how good it was. Well, piss on him. He would like to get the old man’s nuts in his hand, give them a good hard squeeze to get his attention, and then take a knife and cut them off. He couldn’t have much use for them anyway at his age. His wife was so old and ugly that fucking her would be like eating a lemon, and the old bastard probably couldn’t get it up anymore anyhow, so all he could do is play with himself and look at naked teenage boys having fun. ---------------------------------------------------------- “Do you like girls, Dennis?” Fred asked his helper of the day. They were trimming brush in Fred’s back yard and had paused for a few minutes’ rest. Dennis was the most mature of the younger boys, and even at fourteen he had the dark shadow on his lip that foretold of a future beard. Fred also knew that he had the most body hair and the largest cock of the younger boys, but he wasn’t going to reveal how he knew. “Uh, yeah, I guess so.” Dennis answered, slowly. He wasn’t the brightest bulb in the chandelier, and he had to think about any question quite a while before answering it. “I just heard a couple of other kids at the supermarket talking, and it almost sounded like they thought that you liked guys instead.” Fred wasn’t going to openly accuse the lad of faggotry, but he wanted to drop a hint of suspicion on him nonetheless. “They were saying that you like having your dick sucked, and since I never see you with a girl I was just kind of wondering, you know?” “Who said that?” Dennis asked, after it finally sunk in. “I don’t know who they were,” Fred lied, “just a couple of kids that I don’t know. Doesn’t make any difference to me either way. I hear that you can’t tell the difference in the dark, and that a guy can do it just as well as a girl. It’s just that it kind of strange, if you know what I mean, when a guy likes it when another guy does that to him. Sooner or later he’ll probably start doing the same thing to other guys himself and the next thing you know he’ll be on his knees with his ass in the air.” Fred knew that would get the boy’s attention. Fred wasn’t supposed to know that a former foster brother had systematically abused all of the boys, and also that the boys had castrated him in retaliation. Dennis’ face turned bright red as he recalled how Wayne had abused his asshole, but he didn’t say anything. “I think that any guy who likes to suck cocks should have his balls cut off, don’t you?” Fred asked the blushing boy. Fred didn’t lay it on to any one of the boys very heavily, but he managed to bring up the gay lifestyle issue to each of them, and he told each of them in now uncertain terms what the universal penalty was for open homosexual behavior with a younger partner: Castration. ------------------------------------------------------------------- “I think that old man Wilson is weird.” Doug told Dennis, referring to Fred. “How so, dude?” Dennis asked. “He’s always coming across like I’m a fucking queer, or something.” “Dude, you are gay, you know.” That was hard to deny, as Doug had just finished giving Dennis a blowjob. “Yeah, but he’s fucking weird. I mean, he sits over there in front of his computer playing with his cock and watching young boys having sex with each other. That’s fucking weird, if you ask me.” “How do you that he does that?” Dennis queried. “I just know it, that’s all. Anyway, say for instance that you knew that it was true. What would you do to him?” “I don’t know, nothing I guess.” It still hadn’t quite sunk into Dennis’ thick skull just where Doug was going with all of this. “Well, if I thought that old fucker was watching me I’d get him out in the woods somewhere, tie him up, and fuck his ass till it bled and then cut his nuts off. That would teach him to not go around looking in other people’s windows.” Doug declared vehemently. “Why would you do that?” Dennis asked. ‘Jesus, but this guy is dense!’ Doug thought, but answered, “Because that’s what he really wants. Old men who get off by watching kids like us mess around are usually gay themselves and want to do what we’re doing, but don’t have the balls to try. They’d be a lot happier if someone nutted them, that way they wouldn’t be thinking about boys all of the time.” ------------------------------------------------------------------- “There’s nothing wrong with getting your tubes cleaned out now and then Steve.” Fred told the youngest boy. The kid had gotten tired of being called ‘Stephen’ and now wanted to be just plain ‘Steve’. “Of course, if a guy does that to you often enough he’ll eventually want you to do something nice for him, if you know what I mean. Also guys that like to do that will sooner or later want to poke you in the ass, and if he’s big enough you won’t be able to stop him.” Fred knew that Steve knew how to stop someone from ass banging him: You just get some other guys to hold him down and then you mash his nuts. Plain and simple. Steve hadn’t actually admitted that he was getting regular blowjobs, but Fred had tripped him up by asking him if he like regular sex better than oral sex. The kid didn’t know anything about sex of any kind with girls, but he sure as hell knew about and liked the kind that Doug had been dishing out. “Anyway, all I’m saying is that the same thing that happened to Wayne needs to happen to Doug, if you ask me.” Fred had never been officially told that the boys had nutted Wayne, but he didn’t figure that they knew that. ----------------------------------------------------------------- “I’ll bet that useless old fuck doesn’t even have any balls.” Doug commented to the other boys as Fred walked away. “The way he’s always talking about sex kind of makes me wonder. I’ll bet he even talks about kids getting castrated.” The other boys had started acting a little suspicious of Doug. Part of what Fred had been trying to infuse in them was starting to take root, but another thing kind of bothered them: Doug never wanted any of them to even touch his own cock, and he never made any comments or advances to them about buttfucking, which Fred had assured them would be his next move. They all knew that Doug was gay, but hey, maybe he was right and the old man was too. All the boys really knew for sure was that Doug’s mouth was always ready for their cocks, and that felt mighty fine. Two of the older boys were dating by now, and they came back to the bedroom with some tales about what the opposite sex was like, and Michael had even claimed to have gotten to home base, but even so he claimed that Doug was better with his mouth. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ “We’re going to hike over to Benson’s pond, Mr. Wilson. Would you like to come along?” Steve asked. Benson’s pond was an easy half hour hike, and the old man had often talked about all of the good times he’s had there fishing and skinny dipping with his boyhood buddies. These adventures had also included forbidden cigarettes and illicit sex, but Fred had left that part out. “I don’t think I could keep up with you young bucks.” Fred answered, knowing that the boys were not only fifty years younger but also in good shape. “By the way, where’s Doug?” He had something else going on.” Richard answered. “Let me change my clothes and I’ll go with you.” Fred replied. He didn’t mind the younger boys; it was Doug that he couldn’t tolerate. It was a hot, humid day, and they were all sweating profusely when they finally got to the pond. Fifty years ago Fred wouldn’t have hesitated an instant before stripping down and plunging into the water, but now men his age could get into trouble if they got caught being naked with young boys. Richard bypassed the issue of propriety and immediately stripped and entered the water, followed quickly by the other boys, none of who seemed bothered by the presence of an older, fully clothed, adult. Fred could easily identify each of the boys without even seeing their faces. The hours spent watching them through the weather camera hat indelibly etched their images into his brain. Dennis, with his hairy body and larger cock could never have been mistaken for the child-like Stephen nor could Thomas, who had one testicle that hung much lower than the other. Michael, unlike the others, had never been circumcised, while the somewhat portly Richard had a surgical scar on his groin. The boys were neither ashamed nor embarrassed by their nakedness as they cavorted in the warm pond, and it reminded Fred of his own carefree youth. He knew it wasn’t really proper, but he finally decided that he didn’t give a shit and stripped to join them. He carefully folded and stacked his clothes, just as he had been taught so many years ago, before finally removing his watch and hearing aids. He was neither proud nor ashamed of his body. He had always watched his weight, but much of his youthful muscle had turned to flab and now hung loosely on his butt and abdomen. His chest hair, like that on his head and groin has turned silver with age, and had departed altogether from his skinny calves. His balls hung low in their sack, and although they had shrunk somewhat from their youthful prime they were still larger than any others at the pond, and along with his cock had fathered two daughters and were veterans of thousands of copulations. Years of shrieking jet engines had dulled his hearing, and he also required reading glasses. Two packs of cigarettes a day for thirty years had taken their toll, and he had a little bit of a prostate problem, but all told he was in decent shape for a man of sixty-five. The boys all turned their attention to him as he entered the water, and all grew silent with sudden concern, and it was only then that Fred realized he was sporting an erection. Thirty or forty or fifty years ago it would have stood thirty or forty or fifty degrees higher, but it was still an erection by any standard and Fred realized it was the first of his that another male had seen since he’d been a thirteen-year-old circle-jerker. He turned away in embarrassment but suddenly dropped to his knees in pain as a hand came up between his legs and abruptly seized his dangling balls. “See boys, I was right!” Doug announced triumphantly. “Who were you going to ass-fuck first, old man, Richard or Dennis? Or maybe cute little Steve?” Fred tried to turn away, but Doug increased his grip. “Come on, guys,” he commanded the troops. “Who wants to go first?” The boys left the water and lined up on the grass. All were now tumescent, and Richard was sporting a full erection. “Okay, old man,” Doug told him. “This is your wish come true, take out your teeth and start sucking.” “Fuck you!” Fred replied. No how, now way, no never would he take a cock into his mouth. Period. Doug then produced a knife, showed it to Fred, and poked Fred lightly in the scrotum with the sharp blade, literally proving the point. “Anyway you want it, old man.” Doug commented, increasing his grip. Fred couldn’t stand it anymore, so he finally capitulated and reached into his mouth and withdrew his dentures. Like so many people his age he hadn’t received proper dental care as a child and had subsequently underwent a full mouth extraction. He carefully set them on the grass and looked up to find Richard’s cock in his face. The boy, knowing exactly what he liked, grabbed Fred’s ears and forced his cock into the smooth toothless mouth. Fourteen minutes was all it took for the five younger boys to spill their seed. Fred silently knelt on his hands and knees with the accumulations that he hadn’t been able to swallow still dripping off of his chin, and as he knelt there he was all ready planning his revenge. Doug was the instigator of the debacle, and even though he had not violated Fred’s mouth he would receive the ultimate punishment: Fred would castrate him with his bare hands. It wasn’t until Doug switched his grip on Fred’s scrotum, from between the old man’s legs, to in front, that Fred knew that his ordeal hadn’t quite ended. Like most men he’d received yearly prostate exams from a doctor’s petite, well-lubed finger. This assailant was neither petite, well lubed, nor was it a finger. Doug penetrated the old man with one brutal thrust before forcing him face down on the grass to enjoy a full ten minutes of aerobic exercise. The pain was bad enough, but the humiliation of being used as a woman was even worse, the old man was soon in tears. He felt the boy stiffen and heard him grunt, and then soften as a warm sensation seeped through his colon. The boy lay on top of him for a few minutes, catching his breath, before withdrawing, but he still hadn’t released his grip on the old man’s balls. Fred felt a sudden, terrible stab of pain and the pressure on his testicles lessen. His hands flew to protect them, but there was no longer anything there to guard. His manhood was gone. --------------------------------------------------------------------- “You have the right to remain silent.” Paul, the police inspector, informed Fred in the hospital where he lay swathed in bandages. “You are being charged with the mutilation of Kyson Williams, and with coercion of minors in the mutilation of Wayne Andrews. If found guilty you will be sentenced to the State penitentiary. You will probably make some really interesting friends there.”
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