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The Price for Failure
By A Panther's Mate Palmer had screwed up one too many times and now he had to pay the price. They came in the night and took him from his cell. He was bound and gagged and tossed into the back of a van. None of them said anything. He was writhing around on the floor of the van trying to get himself loose and escape. One of the men kicked him in the kidneys. "Quit squirming, bug." Twenty minutes after being dragged from his cell they took him out of the van and carried him someplace else. "You have three hours for the preliminaries. After that we begin." A semi-familiar voice said. / What preliminaries? What the fuck is going on here? Who are these guys? /Palmer was wondering. Before another thought could flit through his panicked mind he felt strong arms carry him and then drop him on a hard surface. "This is going to be fun. I've always wanted to fuck a bug." The voice said. Palmer stiffened and tried to kick the body that belonged to the voice but he didn't have any leverage. He was tied down to the hard surface and he felt his pants being torn off his body. "Oh, this is going to be good. Bet he's never had to take it up the ass before." There was laughter of several men behind him. Two large hands grabbed his ass and split his cheeks roughly. Before Palmer had a chance to fight the intrusion, an extremely large cock rammed its way into his hole, he shrieked behind the gag. "Oh man, this bug's tight. Definitely a virgin. This is gonna be good." He hunched over the prone man and really laid into fucking his virgin hole till it bled. Palmer grunted and moaned with each move, in or out. He could feel his insides tearing and the blood flowing. If he got out of this alive, he was going to be a mess, but he would have his revenge on whoever these men were. /Probably some of Webb's guys getting a bit too carried away. No matter. I'll find them all and when I'm done with them they'll wish they had never heard of Clark Palmer. /he thought. The first man pulled out and stepped aside as the second one mounted the bleeding ass of the former DSD agent. Palmer wailed when the second one began to slide into him. The bastard had coated his cock with something that made his insides burn. "Like that don't you, bug? There's more where that came from, don't you worry. We've got you for three hours but it won't end there. It's going to be so much fun. The most fun we've had in years." This second rider continued to pound into his bloody and raw ass as he taunted Palmer. "You are the first bug we've gotten to play with in at least seven years. Most have the sense not to turn and if they do they have the sense to run. But you, you got arrogant and started tormenting people. And you were stupid enough to get caught, not once but what five times. Well we can't have that. You make us all look bad, bug." For the next three hours, Clark Palmer was fucked repeatedly. He had lost count of the number of cocks that slammed into him after four. All of them were huge and all of them hurt like hell. Palmer was still of the opinion he was going to get out of this alive. He began to plot his revenge half way through having his insides shredded. "Don't think you're gonna get outta this alive, bug. This is it. When they're done with you, there won't be anything left but mangled meat for the buzzards." The first voice said. After that, a door opened. "Time for the real fun to begin. Get him off that table and drag him into the next room. Everyone's here for the punishment and removal. The Director is looking forward to this." That same half familiar voice said. Palmer was dragged, blood oozing from his ruined ass, into another room. "Put him on the chair. The probe is ready and waiting for him." He was forcibly jammed onto a wooden chair with something metallic opening up his bloody asshole. He could feel it vibrating as he was secured to the chair by heavy leather straps. "Put the shock net on his balls and the sparkler in his cock. We'll begin in five minutes." It took the five minutes given to get all the electrodes in place. Then one of the men removed the gag but left the blindfold in place. "You'll get to see us just before you die, bug. Just a little juice in your ass, your dick and your balls before we let the dogs play." A gravelly voice said. "Do I really need to be here for this? I mean, this is a bit much even for Palmer." Someone said. "Knowing the way you obsess over stuff, if you didn't actually see this happen you'd never believe it. I know it's a bit gruesome but most times it keeps our more unstable operatives in line. This kind of thing doesn't happen too often, thankfully." Another voice said. For an hour, Palmer was subjected to massive electrical surges through his ass, balls and cock. At one point between jolts a sizzling sound could be heard in the region of the man's balls, they were cooking. Palmer was alternately screaming in agony and swearing eternal revenge for all this pain and humiliation. No one paid any attention to his revenge threats. "Leave the shock net and the sparkler on him. Put the clamps on his tits and take him to the mounting table. The pack is more than ready for him now. I think they enjoyed the sound of his screams. When the pack is done with him, clean him out some and we'll use him some before the removal and termination." "What should we set the spark on? Don't want to fry the pack or anything." "Set it to eight. That should be enough to keep the bug awake and very much aware of what's going on." The metal of the mounting block was cold on Palmer's sizzling flesh. Cold metal cuffs secured his arms and legs to the block leaving his ravaged and bloody hole wide open for the pack. Everyone got out of the way quickly as the doors to the kennels was opened and a dozen very large dogs rushed in. they circled around him sniffing and licking at him. Palmer squirmed and tried to pull away but he was held tight by the metal cuffs. "Oh man, this is disgusting. I think I'm gonna be sick." That familiar voice groaned as he watched. "Isn't it great. We haven't had this much fun in years. Don't worry Commander, it'll be over soon. Are you gonna use him when they're done?" "I don't think so. I'll just wait till you guys are done and be back for the, what ever you are gonna do to him." He said and beat a hasty retreat. "Hey, it's all right. I know they tend to go a little overboard but in this line of work it is necessary." "I know and after everything Palmer has done to all of us I shouldn't feel sorry for him but I just couldn't stay in there and watch what they were doing to him." Harm said. "C'mon, Harm, let's find someplace quiet. They'll be at it for a couple more hours yet. The end will be quick and they'll leave him to bleed. " Webb said. "That's something I didn't need to know. You're world is a dangerous place, Clay and I really am glad I'm not in it all the time. I don't think I could handle it on a full time basis." Harm said. "I'll get us some dinner and we can do something to pass the time. One of them will come and get us when it's time." The two men left and went in search of some food and privacy. Their dinner was excellent, the cook for this particular section of the agency was a five star chef. Clay led the brooding Commander off to one of the rooms near the dinning area. "Don't worry, they'll know to come and get us when it's time. We both need to relax before it's done, no sense in letting Palmer see you upset over what's about to happen." Clay said. As rough and brutal as Palmer's punishment was, Clay and Harm's joining was gentle and loving. Their passion was as intense and wonderful as any truly loving pair could ever want. Each in the other, hot and hard, slow and careful. They made love to each other many times during the hours before the ending of their mutual enemy. They were just coming out of the shower, having even made love under the hot spray of water, when one of the agents in charge of Palmer's punishment came for them. "It's time. Believe it or not, that bastard is still sure he's gonna get out of this alive." The man said. "He'll find out soon enough just how wrong he is." Webb said. They followed the agent back to the room where Palmer was being held. "They're going to take off the blind fold now so he can see his end and everyone here. Don't worry, Harm, he's not leaving here alive." Webb assured him. They entered the cavernous room to find a spotlight in its center. Within the lighted area was a stirrup table. Palmer was strapped down on it with his legs in the metal holders and spread wide apart. They could see his ravaged hole still bleeding, Harm shuddered. Palmer was still blindfolded, the others had been waiting for their return. As soon as the last of the witnesses arrived the lights in the room was brought up and a man in surgical scrubs approached the table. "It's time for the last part of your punishment. Clark Palmer, you have been declared unfit to be a government agent. You have been declared, truly, unfit to even remain in confinement at Fort Leavenworth. For your numerous escapes and terrorist activities against certain members of the military, you have been condemned to death. In accordance with the rules of our agency, you have been punished and now will be executed. The choice of execution has been decided as terminal nullification." The surgeon removed the blindfold and let the condemned man see his surroundings for the last time. As Palmer looked around he recognized most of the men that were there. He could see and hear them laughing at him and he struggled to get free one last time. "Don't bother fighting this. You had plenty of chances to do your job and leave well enough alone but you didn't, now you are going to pay the price. Everyone else will know about this and think twice before doing what you did." A voice at his shoulder said. Palmer turned to the voice and saw Clayton Webb standing there looking quite satisfied. "Just let them get it done. I want to go home and try to forget what they did." "So, you decided to come and watch." Palmer taunted. "Yeah, I had nothing better to do." Harm said. He stood by Webb's side and waited. "Bet you had fun watching, didn't you? Like seeing me trussed up like a pig? Bet you got off on watching them fuck me?" Palmer shouted, really angry at seeing his worst enemy watching all this. "Actually I didn't. This was over the top for even you but I guess I understand the need. People like you need something to keep you in line. But I could have gone a lifetime without knowing about all of this." Harm said, honestly. "If you had just left me and the people I love alone none of this would be happening. You were out of control Palmer and now you're gonna die." "Let's go sit down, they're ready to begin." Webb said and led Harm to one of the seats not too far away from the action. There was no more talking as the surgeon prepared his instruments and the vials of acid. The man put on a pair of rubber gloves and picked up a scalpel. He made a circular incision around the base of Palmer's cock, Palmer screamed. The surgeon then brought the scalpel up one side of the organ and down the other and repeated the incision from front to back down to his balls, quartering the penis. With sure and steady hands the surgeon deftly skinned Palmer's dick slowly, dragging out the man's agony as long as possible. He used the acid to slowly eat away the skin from the meat of Palmer's cock. The smell of disintegrating flesh was nasty and soon filled the large room. The surgeon poured some of the acid down the piss slit of Palmer's ravaged cock to fill not only his bladder but his testicles. The screech nearly shattered the windows. "Well that was something interesting." Someone said. "Never knew the human voice could make sounds like that." Another said. The surgeon used a clean scalpel to slice long strips of Palmer's burned cock off and tossed them to the kennels, the dogs fought over the bits of meat. Eventually there was nothing left of the cock and the doctor started on the scrotum. He dropped a small amount of the acid on the ball sack and the captive howled despite nearly being hoarse. He slowly cut away the flesh of the ball sack layer by layer till he got to the actual testicles. "Just finish it!" Palmer croaked. "In due time, in due time. We must display the folly of becoming a terrorist to those that entertain such thoughts. You, my dear bug, are such an example." The surgeon crooned as he continued to cut away the flesh around the exposed orbs. The surgeon lifted and poked the bluish grey testicles, getting Palmer to groan at the same time. The surgeon took still another scalpel and sliced off small sections of the testicles and again tossed them into the kennels for the dogs to fight over. Soon only the cords remained and he pulled them out as far as they would come before slicing them from Palmer's body and tossing them away. Blood was flowing freely from the open wounds caused by the doctor's cutting. A blood soaked hand reached into Palmer's body through the open wound and pulled on something. Another hand, this one holding what looked like a gouge, joined the first and a new level of howling was heard as something was being torn apart in Palmer's body. Before long the doctor pulled his hands and the instrument out of the bloody cavity and turned to face the crowd. "It is done. Now we wait." He said. "Put the spark in his ass." Someone shouted from the gallery. A guard shoved a cattle prod up Palmer's bloody ass and turned it up. Palmer screeched and thrashed on the table as more blood flew out of his body. It didn't take too long for him to bleed out and finally die. Three beefy guards removed the bindings from the dead body and carted it off to be incinerated. "C'mon, Harm. Let's get out of here. We'll go someplace and try to forget what we just saw." Clay said. All Harm did was lean on him and follow him out. THE END
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