Ordinary Balls - Part II

Three weeks went by and then I had another set to take. They were just ordinary balls too, but unlike the last set these were much younger. I don't know...the younger ones I just never like to do. What the hell...what had the kid done really anyway? I mean, usually I know their mistake, so when I nut them I have an idea what it is for, but sometimes it just seems a waste. Still, it's another three hundred, and three hundred bucks is a lot of money for me.

The last guy made the mistake of fucking the wrong woman. He was just plain stupid, but a lot of young college guys are, and if you are going to fuck a man's wife you ought to know more about the man whose wife you are fucking. It doesn't matter at all that she wanted it, or that she was even looking for it when the guy found her. No, you don't fuck a guy's wife. At least, not if the guy is in the Organization. Yeah, the Organization has a lot of powerful men. A lot of them. So, yeah, he was stupid, stupid as shit really, and in my way of thinking he deserved to have me empty his sac. I grin with that thought, remembering how much fun it was to do.

I stare at the kid. Shit. He might be eighteen, but hell, he looks like a sixteen year old. Pimples on his face even, and that stupid wisp of a mustache he's trying to grow has a long way to go before it will be anything. It's just some darkening fuzz right now. Oh well, it'll never make it, not after I take his nuts. The teenager has dark hair and deep brown eyes, and except for his zits his face is smooth as a baby's butt. His legs are tied out, and he's fighting the ropes I've got him restrained with. His thin prick is hard, jutting upward with a curve to it. It's a boy's prick, and it has yet to thicken. He's hard though, rock hard, and his prick bounces up and down. As for his sac of balls, it's nothing special, just ordinary balls, but his nuts are young, and tender, and I know my knife will take them easily.

What the hell did this kid do? Fuck his girl? Yeah, guess she came up pregnant and it’s a bummer for him. I wonder if he knows? Of course, I can't tell him, not the reason, and so I'll just empty the sac and get it done and be gone from his life after that But still, he's innocent looking, and cute as hell. Well, they want his nuts, and if they want to pay me three hundred to take them, then I'll take them.

Compared to the last one I nutted this boy is still sprouting his way through puberty. His root juts up from a small patch of pubic hair. His pubes are pretty sparse, and his balls look hairless. No other hair except his patch, and nothing growing at all towards his navel. Under each of his pits there is a little round patch of hair trying to sprout there too, but it's hardly even noticeable. He's a kid. A kid in the middle of puberty. Nothing on his chest, and while his legs have some down on them it hasn't darkened. Still, as I stare at his little prick bobbing up and down, and stiff as a board, I have to think it was big enough. So, he fucked a girl and got her pregnant? Bummer for him. Yeah, a bummer.

I lay my folded Gerber on his belly, just above his cock, and reach out and take his rod in my hand. His eyes are wide open, and he's scared. Really scared. He's gagged, and isn't trying to say anything, but I can tell from his look that he's scared shitless. As I hold his rod I work my thumb up over the tip, and he looks down as I do, at his cock and my hand and my thumb moving there. Then I tell him.

"OK boy....you've pissed off the wrong person I'm afraid, and I'm here for your balls. I know...I know....not what you wanted to hear. Well, I need you to help me out. You need to squirt your load, and then, after you do, I'll take your balls. So, how about it, will you cum for me? No??????????? Ah, but I need you to. I need to see your cream and then I can steal your nuts."

As I say that, I start the pumping, and of course the boy is shaking his head and begging after that. I can tell he hasn't had many hands on his cock, other than his own, and the intensity of what I am doing is driving him wild immediately. He's scared, and yet his cock has grown even stiffer, as I work it, and as I pump his skin up and down he starts to struggle. I always enjoy this part, watching the male fight the feeling, knowing the penalty and yet unable to stop it. His dick's got no brain, and no conscious, and so as I pump it up and down it grows harder and firmer as the boy's load of sperm begins to boil within his young balls.

This kid hasn’t been circumcised, which is getting more common these days. His uncut skin slides up and down over his pole, and the end of his cock is covered and exposed and covered and exposed with each stroke of my hand. The end glistens in the light of the room, and the boy stares at it, and my hand, and the closed Gerber that is rising up and down on his belly.

I rotate my wrist then, moving it back and forth even as I continue to move my hand up and down, and the added movement makes his eyes go wide. He's losing control, already, and he knows it, and he starts to beg louder into his gag. His armpits are sweating, and the few strands of hair there are already wet and dark with his sweat. He's fighting so hard against the ropes that hold him, his hands opening and closing as he pulls against the ties. I am looking at his fuzz on his lip, and I have the thought it’s a wasted effort. Suddenly, the boy bucks his hips, a hard thrust, and then another, as he fights to stop what he can't control. I lean over, pumping him even faster then, and I speak to him.

"That's it boy....feel the feeling in those balls. That nasty cream wants out so bad! I know it does. That's it, buck your hips. Fuck my fist! Go ahead, shoot it boy. Shoot it all over yourself. Fuck my fist and shoot your wad. Do it! Shoot your wad so I can castrate you!"

The boy screams something into his gag, shaking his head as his eyes go wide. The lad's prick spasms in my hand, and then his cream just boils out of his nuts and suddenly is pumping from his cock. It flows out the end of it, and down my hand, just pumping out, pump-pump-pump as I work his rod. The boy grunts, and bucks his hips, and the motion drives his pole into my fist even as I work it up and down over him. He's cumming then, pumping it all out, flooding out of his cock and onto his belly. His cream is a bit watery, but he's got a lot of it, and as the youth squirts his hot load he jerks and grunts and pulls against his ropes. Finally, after a good minute or so, I've pumped him dry. When he's finished my Gerber is sitting in his little puddle of cream pooled there on his stomach.

I pick it up, and open the blade. The boy stares at me, his cock still twitching from his ejaculation. I lay the tip of the blade against the boy's right ball, just above the orb, and I say "You did good boy. It was a hell of a load. I hope you remember it. Well, no matter, guess its time to remove these. Don't fight me boy....it won't take me long and then I'll be gone."

I push in the blade, and rotate my wrist so I fillet his sac open on the right side. The cut isn’t that deep, but it's deep enough, and well practiced, and his right ball pops out and into my hand. He screams into his gag loudly as I start to nut him. Boy, he does not want to lose his balls! I pull outward, to reach the chord, and then with the edge I make the cut and the boy's ball is mine. He doesn’t like it one bit! The teen bucks his hips and struggles, grunting into his gag and fighting like there will be no tomorrow. I try and console him.

I say "Hey kid...don't struggle so. They are just a pair of balls. Nothing more. Just ordinary balls. Don't go crazy on me...they are just balls." As I am talking to him I sat his severed teenage nut on his belly, right in his pool of jiz. He stares at it, and seems to go crazy. Suddenly, he's fighting like a crazed maniac.

I ignore his struggles, and move the knife to the other side. He's looking at me, and I don't hesitate. I just push in the blade. He screams into his gag and bucks his hips, fucking the air. I reach in the slit with my finger, and fish out his ball. Outside of his sac it looks white and rubbery. Still attached to him, you can see the blood pulsating. His nut's alive and he and I both stare at it. Hard to believe something so small has made such a profound impact on him. His nuts have been shaping him into a man, filling his brain with desire, and making the teenager chase pussy when he should have been doing his homework. I'm doing him a favor. I am.

I flick the knife, and the boy's last ball comes off cleanly. There's some blood, but not that much. He's castrated now, a eunuch, and I know it will make the girl's father happy. I set the boy's nut beside his other ball, so the pair of rubbery testicles are together, resting on his belly by his spent cock. They are sitting in his puddle of semen. The boy's sac is now totally empty, and his flat purse looks strange without its usual load. I pull out the camera, and make sure I get it all. The boy is staring at me, his eyes glassed, staring at the balls that were once his. The flash goes off, and he blinks, and after that I scoop up his orbs and drop them in a plastic bag. It's time to leave and to go get my money.

The boy has collapsed, and all the fight has gone from him. He is laying their quietly now, castrated, and he just stares with his open eyes and with a look that is hard to describe. It's like he can't believe what has happened to him. Well, before I go, I pick up his cock, which has wilted. It’s a small cock, by any standard, and now shriveled it looks even smaller. The end is wet, but hidden, the boy's foreskin now covering it. It occurs to me that soon it will never grow hard again. I put the tip of my finger in his puddle of cream, and bring it to my lips for a taste. It's sweet, and that surprises me. Seems a shame to have nutted him. Well, he fucked the wrong girl. Plain and simple, and because of that mistake he'll never fuck again.

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