Once Too Often

ONCE TOO OFTEN!

THEY SAY you can’t have too much of a good thing, but Manny Olson managed to do it. It was his thing to get hold of sweet young piece of ass and fuck the shit out of him. Not children or adolescents or anything like that, but nubile young college students just awakening to their burgeoning sexuality. He’d meet them at movies or sports events—anywhere young, hung young studs would hang out looking for trouble. And trouble is what he’d give them! After luring them into a local bar and getting them stoned and suitably aroused, he drive them off to a deserted spot, and after the shortest time possible, he’d have his hands between their not unwilling legs and into the recesses of their crotches before they knew exactly what was happening. It was then only a matter of minutes before he had their pants off and their hands securely tied together behind them. Another minute to tear their briefs off, and he was sinking his huge dick deep into their tight virgin ass hole. If they started to scream, he’d stuff their briefs into their mouths and grab them by the nuts and start twisting and crushing until they stopped. To tell the truth, he rather hoped they would put up resistance. He found torturing their genitals as exciting as the actual fucking. More than once his young victim came within a hair’s breath of losing his precious manhood right then and there when he struggled and Manny exerted nearly killing pressure on his tender cojones. After he was finished with them, he left them naked and vanished into the night.

Last June he pushed his luck once too often. He had seduced young Carl Vetter in a bar and proceeded to rape the crap out of him. Unfortunately, Carl was a college wrestler and put up a bit too much resistance for his own good. As was his custom, Manny reached through the young stud’s legs and found his big dangling balls and proceeded to twist and squeeze his cods until Carl stopped struggling and screaming. But Carl didn’t stop and Manny got progressively angry and violent. He had both of Carl’s giant seed sacs in his right fist and in frustration squeezed with all of his strength and crushed the fuckers out of ex-istence to the accompanying high-pitched screams as Carl felt his manhood go. When he realized what had happened, Manny shot one of his biggest loads of his life. Man! He’d actually castrated the bastard! Afraid of detection, he fled the scene, leaving Carl futilely clutching at his ruined young testicles and screaming in agony and loss.

In his haste. Manny had allowed a credit slip fall from his pocket as he pulled down his pants In one of those ironic twists of fate, the victim was the son of one of the investigating officers. It was he who found the incriminating slip. He decided not to submit the evidence, but rather to handle things in his own way The system would probably let the monster out in a year or two, ready to continue his sexual conquests. No, he would handle things in a manner to fit the crime.

It didn’t take all that long to find the owner of the credit card with the facilities of the Department at his command. In a matter of days, he had his man. He parked his car outside of Manny’s apartment and waited for him to return late Monday night. It was midnight when he stood their drunkenly trying to fit the key into the lock. It was simple for Office Vettter to over power him, fasten his arms behind him, and drag him into his car. “What the fuck are you …?” was about as far as Manny got before Vetter let him have it between the legs. A well-placed upper cut sliced in right to the balls. With a single high-pitched scream, Manny was out like a light.

When he awoke, he found himself suspended naked against the wall in Vetter’s basement, his arms pulled up above him and his legs firmly tied spread-eagled to each side of his body. He looked down to see Vet-ter crouching between his spread legs looking up at him with a peculiar smile. “What the shit are you doing,” Manny yelled down. “Let me loose, or you’re gonna be sorry!”

But Vetter made no obvious response to Manny’s outburst. “I hope your experience with my son was a real blast, because it’s gonna be your last!” It took Manny a few seconds to realize just who his tormentor was. “Hey, your kid was just a little prick tease. He knew exactly what he was getting into,” he whined. “Sure, he did,” Vetter smiled. “Just like you’re going to.” He slowly extracted a large hat pin from a box and took one of Manny’s large testicles in his fingers. “Get ready for a rush, man!” As Manny looked down horrified, he lifted the sex egg and slowly pushed the pin into the tender flesh. Manny erupted into a howl of pain as the sharp point entered the sac and into his ball. Another followed it, and then another. Each one sending more agony that the last into his precious cream cup. The slender pins pushed through the entire width of the testicle, emerging from the opposite side. Little drops of blood oozed from each wound as each pin in turn slowly destroyed a bit of the pulsing ball until Manny realized that Vetter was out to nut him. He screamed; he pleaded; he begged Vetter to stop before it was too late, but he went re-lentlessly on methodically decimating his proud manhood. When the first testicle was ruined, Vetter took the other and slowly and methodically destroyed it, too—one pin at a time! Manny could no longer scream, but gurgled hoarsely as he looked down in utter horror at his mutilated sac of balls. Then Vetter just as slowly and methodically pulled each of the pins from the ruined balls, leaving the remains of his once impressive equipment hanging useless between his legs. But Vetter was not yet through with his victim:

He pulled up a chair and reached for a thick candle on the table beside him. Quickly he struck a light and ignited the taper. Then he held it between Manny’s legs at knee level, allowing his crotch to feel the in-creasing warmth as he slowly drew it higher. Manny realized what was about to happen. “NO-O-O!” he screamed. “Not my BALLS. Please, NO!” Before the words were out of his mouth he felt the flames engulf his genitals. The sac hair singed with a thousand little sparks, then his crotch hair ignited and flared around his cock and balls like a wreath until it was gone. Then the torture began in earnest: Hold-ing the flame beneath each testicle in turn, Vetter allowed the bag to blister, then burn until it was con-sumed allowing the huge bare ballock to drop through and hang by its cords from his groin. Then he roasted each egg until the sperm boiled within exploding the testicle, ending his manhood forever. Then he attacked the huge tubular cock, placing the candle flame directly under the uncircumcised head. The skin flap took fire and slowly burned away, exposing the engorged glans which now slowly was consumed by the flames. First the flaring tender corona, then the rest of the smooth prick-head. Then slowly, me-thodically down the length of the long shaft until only a sizzling stump remained.

“NOW, we’re even, me and my boy,” Vetter smiled. You’ve had your last fuck! I hope it was worth it.”