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Payback It all started when I was fourteen years old. And until that day I had thought of him as a nice man, just a neighbor who paid me fifteen bucks to cut his lawn. He lived at the end of our block, and I had been cutting his yard for a while and he was always nice to me. His name was Brian Trake, although I just called him Mr. Trake. Yeah, until that one Saturday I had always thought of him as just a nice guy. But then, when I was fourteen, just fourteen, I was cutting his yard like I always did, sweating in the sun, and working hard to do a good job. It was really hot that day, and I remember I was really thirsty. That's when he made his move on me. Yeah, just as I finished and was emptying the clippings from the mower for the last time he called me into his house with an offer for something to drink. I just never suspected anything, and so that's really when my life turned and everything changed. I was just really thirsty and it was hot that day, very hot, and like I said I had been sweating in the sun, so I just didn't even hesitate but went inside. I wasn't wearing my t-shirt. It was outside, on the bushes where I had thrown it, and so I was just in my cutoffs and tennis shoes when he called me in for lemonade. I just never saw it coming. One minute I was drinking the lemonade, sweating there in his kitchen, and the next he was asking me about girls, and about sex, and about how often I was jacking off. I started to get nervous, and then he just came over to me, and started touching me. He brushed his thumb across my upper lip, and commented on how I'd soon be needing a razor. Then he ran his finger around one of my nipples, toying with it, giving it a playful squeeze that tweaked the tit. I gasped, and then he slid his fingers down until he was holding the snap on my shorts. I stared, and swallowed, and asked him what he was doing. He had smiled then, and said "Don't worry kid, just relax. I'm not going to hurt you. You have one hell of a body, and I just want to see how much sex hair you have." I was so damn scared! Then, he just reached down and kissed me, just a peck really but right on the mouth as if I was some girl or something, while he unsnapped my pants. His lips kissed me again then a second time, and this time they lingered, licking my own lips and it was then I felt his tongue. I was so scared I was frozen. The next thing I knew he had my little cock in his hand...holding it, and then before I even realized it my dick grew hard and stiff in his fist. I was shaking then, staring at him, and while I watched he just went down on his knees and started sucking my five inch boner like it was a piece of candy. I had no idea what to do, or say, so I just stood there feeling the feeling, watching him suck my dick, bobbing his head up and down and running his tongue over the end of it. God it felt so damn good! At that time in my life I hadn't been jacking off for that many months, and I certainly had never done anything sexual with anybody. I was shaking as he was sucking me, and I started to breathe ragged like, the feeling building in my dick and I powerless to stop it. I squirted in less two minutes....just grunted out my teenaged jism as if there was no tomorrow coming. I was so ashamed as I was blowing my wad, and yet it felt so damn good and he swallowed every drop. I was so confused then, just so confused. I felt very dirty, and yet it felt so damn good that I had wanted it to go on forever. I know I shot a hell of a wad. I think it was the biggest wad I had ever shot in my life up to that point. I was weak in the knees after that, and he stood up and pushed me down by the shoulders, so I was on my knees and staring up at him. He started to unbutton his own fly, and that’s when I got really scared and tried to get away. God I fought him then. It was obvious what he wanted me to do and there was no way I was going to suck his cock. At least, those were my thoughts when he opened his pants. But he was a strong man, and before I knew what was happening it went from bad to worse, and suddenly I was staring at the biggest erection I had ever seen or even imagined, and it was poking right up against my lips. I started to beg to him to let me go, but he just took my head in his hands instead and then shoved his own stiff cock right down my throat while I was trying to talk to him. I gagged and screamed, but he held me tight, and then he started using his hands to bob my head up and down on his hard prick, literally forcing me to suck him off. I'll never forget it of course. Hell, how can anyone forget something like that? I especially remember his smell, and his thick nest of pubic hair that tickled my nose with every thrust he made. And of course I can never forget how his jism shot into the back of my throat with a vengeance, or how the sour taste of it almost made me puke. Yeah, that will be in my mind forever! When he first shoved it into my mouth I gagged and cried, but he held my head and made me suck him. I didn't want to, but he said "SUCK IT BOY" and so I did; I sucked and sucked, and he grew harder as I did and grunted with the ecstasy he was feeling. Yeah, I guess I sucked him like a whore. I was truly afraid of him, and he held my head and shoved his big dick in and out of my mouth like a piston. It seemed to go on forever, but then his entire body stiffened and that's when he shot his wad. God. GOD! I remember gagging, almost throwing up even and I don't know why I didn't. His spunk just flooded into my mouth, and it came with such quantity and with such force that it spurted out the sides of my mouth even as he was shoving it in to the hilt. He really pulled down on my head, so that when his cock was shooting out his goo he shoved it in really deep, oblivious to my own hell, and his powerful hands gripped my head and held it tight. I was totally helpless. Yeah, he thrust his fat cock down my teenage throat and held my head tight so it was deep inside, and that's the position he kept me in while he shot his wad. Once he did, finally, he let go of my head and I tried to spit out his jism, but most of it had spurted down my throat and I had swallowed the brunt of it. His smelly spunk was dribbling down my chin at that point. While I was trying to spit it out he laughed at me, and told me I had "done good" and that I was a "hot kid." Then he pulled me upright, until I was standing tall again. He looked me right in the eyes, with an expression that's really hard to describe, and then he licked some of his own spunk right off of my lips. That's when he picked up my boy pole and fingered the tip, working the end of it until I started to grow hard again. He was talking to me as he was doing that, telling me how cute I was and how good a cocksucker I had been. He told me I'd soon be fucking girls, and warning me that I'd probably be wasting my pole on some hot young pussy. While he was talking like that he just kept at it, working the end, and the feeling built all over again, until it peaked once again. As the feeling reached that point I started to gasp, and that's when he promised me he'd suck me off whenever I wanted it. As he said that he never stopped playing with my dick, and just worked the tip of my dick with his thumb until my teenage cream bubbled up and out of it, my teenage cream flooding from my balls for a second time in less than fifteen minutes. At that point I was like a rag doll really, the fight completely gone from me. I had never felt so spent, so used, or so completely drained. That's when he turned me around and walked me from the kitchen into his living room, with one hand on the back of my neck. I just went with him, letting him steer me, until I was up against the back of his couch. There, he laid me over the back of it and kicked my legs apart. I was so damn afraid, and tried to beg him once again. I tuned my head around just in time to see him spit on his fat cock, which had grown into another erection, and then he pushed it up against my virgin hole. I was too scared to say anything. I turned away and stared straight ahead, my eyes open wide with the feeling, and then as I grunted with the shame he just pushed it slowly into my bum. Oh God I never felt anything that hurt like that, and yet I just stayed that way, feeling his big cock stuffed down my teenage ass. I thought he was going to split me open! Once he had it deep into me, then he started sliding it in and out and in and out. My eyes watered, and I cried then, the shame and humiliation so great it really can't be described. I just stared straight ahead the entire time, just stared at the wall while he fucked me. I just wanted it to end. Finally, he threw his head back and grunted with his pleasure, and then I felt his second load of jism jetting into my prostate. I was so humiliated, and yet when I felt his hot spunk doing that my own teenage dick spasmed again one more time and I started ejaculating all over again. I know I grunted, because he laughed when I did. I really couldn't help myself, and so with his fat dick deep in my ass I made a mess on the back of his couch as I pumped out my own wad. I felt so guilty and so ashamed after that I can't describe it. I had cum three times with a man old enough to be my father, and I felt like a piece of trash. I was spent, exhausted, humiliated, and sore too at that point; and also oh-so-afraid. When he finally let me go I grabbed my shorts and literally ran out of there. But just before I did, he shoved fifty bucks in my pocket, and said as if nothing had happened: "Thanks kid. Thanks for doing the yard. Come back anytime." I never told my parents; just never got up the nerve. But I hated him, and the hatred grew and grew and grew. I started thinking about how to get my revenge, and at night in my dreams I'd fantasize about getting even. The dreams started that very night, and the innocence of my youth was gone forever. My grades took a dive, and things that used to be fun and important just weren't anymore. I hated myself, and for a while I think I even wanted to die. The dreams grew in intensity, and in most of them I would be sucking him off and swallowing his load or getting my ass penetrated by his cock. Sometimes I'd wake up shaking, the sweat drenching my clothes and with my own wad squirted into the sheets. Sometimes in my dreams I'd get away from him and then I'd pay him back, and sometimes I'd even castrate the son of a bitch. Those dreams were better, and vivid as hell, and I started to have them more often. It felt good to wake up after dreaming of taking his balls. Of course, they were just dreams and they were all fantasy, plain and simple, and the reality was I had been abused by him and yet there wasn't anything I could do about it. At least, not as far as I could tell, at least not without telling someone. So, well, like a lot of kids who have had similar shit happen to them, I just kept the dirty secret inside and never told a soul. But every time I would see him I'd turn away and the memory would consume me all over again. Of course, I never did his lawn again, and I avoided even going down to that end of the block. But the memory never let up, and it ate at me. When I'd jack off it was often him I was thinking about, and his cock and his balls that were resting on my chin as he forced me to suck him dry. The more I thought about him the more I wanted to hurt him, to emasculate him even and to pay him back for what he had done to me. He almost ruined my life, but he didn't, mainly because I wouldn't let him. I worked hard at trying to forget him, and as the years past I did get over him to a degree. I even finally got up the nerve to date a few girls and finally had some real sex just about the time I turned nineteen. But even then, when I was fucking my first girl and sliding my eager cock in and out of her pussy, the thoughts of his cock in my ass crept into my brain and just as I started shooting out my load I remembered his big load of jism pumping into me. The girl noticed something was wrong, but I shot my wad anyway and I never told her a thing. So, well, the hatred was there, sure enough it was, and so while I never really thought I'd ever be able to do something about it, the opportunity came and when it did I was smart enough to go for it. It came though in a way that I could never have imagined. Nope, there was no way I could have planned for it, or even contemplated it. Nope, no sir, just no way I could have ever thought in a million years what happened would happen. But it did, and it's one hell of a tale. It happened just before I turned twenty, about three weeks before the end of my freshman year in college. I had come home on a weekend, which I never did, but my dad needed help to paint the house and had asked me to come and so I had. I was doing well enough in my classes, and while I didn't make the six hour drive all that often, I hadn't been home in a while and he needed the help. So, I came, and all that Saturday I painted. Now the weird part is that some things just combine together to make other things possible, and this particular weekend that's just how it went. I think some things were just meant to be. For example, my dad uses latex hospital gloves to keep your hands from getting paint on them, and so I had a pair of them in my pocket and it turned out that was even fortuitous. Of course, when I shoved them in there I was only thinking about keeping a pair handy in case I got the ones I was wearing wet with paint, and yet it turned out that they were very handy although not in the way that I had thought they would be. I ended up using them for something I never would have even considered. With my dad I painted my ass off that day, and at the end, after dinner, I was totally exhausted. I had to drive back to school the next day, and I was way too tired to call up any friends or do anything but just crash. Of course, so was my dad, and he and mom hit the sack early, and so I laid down with a blanket and started to watch TV. There wasn't much on, and I was bored, and so while I don't know what prompted me, even now, I do know that I needed some fresh air and I wasn't quite ready for sleep. So, on a whim I just took a walk. It was a hot night, like it is when summer is on the way, and when I headed out the door I was wearing my jeans and a black t-shirt, still spotted with a few dabs of paint from my day of work. I wasn't going any place in particular, and so I just walked, sucking in the night air and enjoying the stars that seemed to dance overhead. It was a still night; a strange night in a way, and the neighborhood was deathly quiet. As I walked and looked at the stars I thought about my life and reflected on the things that had happened to me. And, of course, I thought of him again, and his fat cock, and the sour taste of his jism and how he had forced it into me and made me his. crackkkkk............ When I heard the first "crack" sound, it caught me by surprise, and brought my thoughts back to reality. The sound was soft and at a distance but strange and out of place, and there was so way I could place it or even contemplate what it had come from. When I looked around I was actually surprised to find myself in front of his house, looking at it. I hadn't realized I was even walking in this direction, and it was almost like I had been drawn back to his place, and perhaps even to him, in a way I can't describe. I hadn't been back to this end of the block since that Saturday when he did those things to me, and so it was strange to find myself standing there. I do know that a chill ran right down my spine, and for some reason I noticed, even in the dark, that his yard needed cutting. I was about to leave when I heard the sound again, a subtle crack, followed by a grunt of sorts that was all but faded. Yet, as quiet as it was, it seemed to be nearby. I waited until I heard it again, and this time I followed the noise, which took me into his yard. It seemed to be coming from his back yard, although I couldn't really be certain, and so I hesitated by his big wooden fence and waited to see if it would occur again. I didn't have to wait very long. When I heard it again it was louder, and so I carefully and quietly opened the side gate of his wooden fence. He had a high fence, and the latch was set near the top of it, but it was just as I had remembered it and so I opened it quietly and went into his back yard. The sound was louder then, but still not that loud, and as I came around the back of his house I could see that there was some light coming out from the basement windows. I drew closer. The bushes had grown up since I had cut his yard those years before, and the windows were covered from all of the shrubbery. There was some space there though between his house and the shrubs, and I slid in behind them and moved to the window. It was half open, and just the screen separated me from being inside. The room was lit, with the fluorescents in his ceiling, and with it being pitch black outside and me in dark clothing I knew I was virtually invisible. Still, I was scared, and my heart was pounding in my chest. When I looked inside I could see everything, plain as day, and when I did I gasped, for my wildest imagination could not have been prepared me for what I saw. CRACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK "YEOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!" he yelled. It was Mr Trake, sure as shit it was. He was there alright, only he was stark naked and stretched out over a stout wooden rack, that had obviously been built to hold a person for some kind of bondage sex play. His ass was perched up, high in the air, and he was straddling a padded bench that reminded me of one of the weight benches at school. His legs were spread outward, with bent knees, and there were cuffs around the ankles with a loop of rope around each knee. His arms were cuffed together too, and stretched out over his head, where they were attached to a metal post that supported the far end of the contraption. There was a thick leather strap over his back, like a belt, and it was cinched down, forcing his ass up and into the air. It was obvious he was thoroughly restrained. My heart started pounding in my chest faster, and my dick went hard. Standing next to him, and holding a big wooden paddle, was a bear of a man, and he was wearing a set of black leather riding chaps, with big black boots to match. His manhood was contained in what appeared to be a pair of leather briefs, and the big bulge there made it obvious he was boned. He was shirtless, and there were two nipple rings, and a tattoo on his chest in the image of a cobra. To me he almost looked like the kind of man you might see at some carnival or motorcycle gang gathering or something along those sorts. The bear of a man had a thick black beard and he was bald and I knew that I had never seen him in my life. As I was staring at him the bald man swung the paddle high, and then brought it down hard against Mr Trake's ass, laying it into him and smacking his upturned bottom with a vengeance. CRACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK! Mr Trake's eyes went wide when the paddle smacked into him that time, and he jerked hard against his restraints. At the same time he yelled out SHITTTTTTTTTTTT!!!", and then he bucked his hips and started gyrating his ass up and down, almost as if he was trying to move his bottom to prevent it from getting hit again. His bottom was facing right at the window, and at me, and it was flame red, cherry red even. But it wasn't his ass that caught my attention. No, it was his balls, and they were the same set of nuts I had once felt slapping into my chin those years before. They were big balls, fat balls, and now they were hanging down, loose, swinging beneath his hairy legs as he struggled to avoid the paddle. As I stared at his balls I felt my heart pounding even harder, and I wished with all that I was that I could be the man standing next to him, wielding the paddle and taking my revenge. Then the man whose lawn I used to cut said: "Shit George......shit! That's enough man....give it a rest. I don't think my ass can take anymore tonight." The hairy bear of a man laughed, and then went over to him and patted his red bottom. He said "Yeah....Brian, I'll have to say that you have got one red ass dude. Yeah, you have one very red ass. I have to tell you though, your balls sure are hanging low. The hot room's given you a set of low hangers tonight." He cupped the man's big balls then, and as he held the essence of his manhood he said "I think Brian that you want to suck my cock.....yeah, that's what my cock thinks anyway." They both laughed then. The bear dropped my neighbor's balls, and picked up the paddle again and came around until he was facing the man who had abused me, and then he pulled down the leather jockey shorts to about mid-thigh, and when he did that his big cock popped out. He was fully erect, and his big boner stuck up at a forty-five degree angle, eager and pulsating with his desire. As I watched he pushed his big cock right up against Mr Trake's lips. My neighbor was holding them closed, until the bear said "Open wide Brain, open very wide and suck me like you suck those kids. If you don't I'm going to start over on your ass, and when it’s the color of a tomato then I'll turn the paddle on your balls. You got that???? So if I were you, I'd start sucking." As he said that he slammed the big paddle down into his bottom again, only from the new angle the paddle made a different sound and yet it obviously burned into his right cheek with a vengeance. Brian Trake's eyes went wide open with the impact, and so did his lips, and then as I watched he started sucking the big man's cock, sucking it like he had once sucked me. He sucked and sucked, and the big man fucked his mouth, moaning with the feeling as he got his cock sucked. He was pushing in and out, fucking the mouth that was sucking him off, and as I watched it went on and on and on. Finally, the big man threw his head back, and said "Oh...OH YEAH....that's it....SUCK MY COCK BRIAN...SUCK IT....YEAH...now...NOW...SWALLOW MY LOAD!" Then he started grunting, and I could tell he was ejaculating even though I couldn't see any jism squirting out of it. My neighbor's throat was going up and down though, his adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed the load, gulping it down like it was sweet cream. Finally, it was over, and the big man just stayed there a while, his cock stuffed inside those lips and held there. Finally, slowly, he pulled out his cock, which was still huge as cocks go, although his erection had subsided significantly by the time he pulled it out. I had a full boner, and it pushed outward in my pants. I felt this tremendous urge to jerk my cock and to shoot my wad, but I ignored it and watched the scene before me, not daring to make a sound or to move a muscle. The big man went to a small refrigerator that was over in the corner, and opened it, and seemed to look for a minute or two. Then he closed it, and said "Hey...you got any more beer around? The kitchen frig is empty, and so is this one too. I gotta have a beer man, while I rest up and get ready to fuck your ass." The man that had once fucked me laughed, and said "You drank it all George. Why don't you let me up and let's just call it a night. The rack is starting to get uncomfortable, and my ass is about burned off. It's been fun, but I think I've had enough." The bald man came over from the refrigerator and walked behind him again, between the window where I was watching and the ass I was looking at. I saw him reach out and cup Mr. Trake's balls again, and start to fondle them. Then he said "Nah....the nights still early Brain, and you said you wanted a real workout. I haven’t made you cum yet, and I still want to take your ass before I'm done with you. Besides, you look good all tied up and trussed out like a slave boy, and it's fun to hold your balls and squeeze them when I want." "ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" my abuser yelled then, and then I realized that the big bear of a man had squeezed his balls, hard, making his point and getting an immediate reaction as he did so. "OK..OK OK OK!!!! Enough with the balls man....enough with the balls! That hurt like shit man!" The bear laughed. Still holding his balls, he said "Yeah? It hurt did it? Well, just be glad I don't want to castrate you dude, cause right now tied up the way you are it would be so easy to do. And you know what? There would be nothing on this earth you could do to prevent it." I almost creamed my pants. My neighbor laughed, and said "Yeah yeah yeah. Well, now you're scaring me man. Let's don't even go there, OK? How about you let me go and we just call it a night? This position is starting to cramp me a bit, and you already made me suck you off. Please man, just untie me and we'll do it again on another night." As I watched, the bear went over to this side table that seemed to have a lot of adult toys, paddles, and other shit on it I didn't recognize, and lifted up what looked like a hood. It was made of leather, and it was jet black, and there appeared to be zippers for the eyes and nose and mouth. It had some straps around the neck to hold it in place, and it looked pretty evil to me. As I watched he brought the leather hood back to the man strapped down and waiting, and then he started to pull it over his head. It was immediately obvious from the reaction that the hood was not something Mr. Trake wanted to be wearing. "George....shit...not the hood! Not tonight! I don't need the hood damn it! I don't need the hood! Enough's enough! Please man....I've had enough, and I'm not in the mood to be ass fucked tonight, especially wearing the hood!" "Sure you are.....I'm in the mood and so that means you are in the mood. And you know the hood will make it more intense, and we both know you like it. The last time I put you in the hood you came twice, and both wads were shooting out your dick like it was a fire hose. And let's not forget, you still need to cum tonight, and I'm not about to untie you until I've milked your load from your balls dude. Yeah, you are going to be milked dry before tonight is over. So, chill out dude, because I'm not done with you. In fact, I think you need to feel a little more humility, and perhaps I need to play with your balls a little more to show you whose really in control." He patted his rear, and cupped his balls again. As he was doing that he started to squeeze his sac again, and as he did he said: "You know the saying....if you hold a man by his balls, then his heart and mind will follow." Brian Trake grunted, and he jerked within his restraints and the big muscles in his thighs strained, as if he was trying to close his legs. The bear of a man giggled, and then he said "Yeah.....struggle all you want Brian. I like it when you struggle. You know what? I bet if I started working on your nuts right now then you and I would come to an understanding we don't have at this moment. What do you say to that? It's a hell of an idea, isn't it? Yeah, perhaps you need a mood change." As he said that I saw him heft the big sac of balls then, lifting it up as if he was weighing it. As he did that, he said "Yeah, I'm betting that before the night is over that you'll be begging me to fuck your ass." Then, he dropped the man's balls again and took the hood, and then as I watched he pulled it on his head and secured the buckles that held it in place. Brian Traker protested as it was being done to him, but he couldn’t really prevent it and pretty soon his head was trussed up and covered. The bear then zippered closed the eyes, but left open the nose and mouth. The man who had abused me bucked his hips, and struggled against his restraints, and he jerked his hooded head around but was obviously totally helpless. Then, the bear of a man said: "I'll tell you what slave boy....you look good in the hood. I think I'm going to go run up to the store and get some beer. I want a beer before I fuck your ass, and perhaps I'll get out the funnel and make you drink a little too. If you are lucky it will be beer...and if you're not then it will be something else." He laughed then...really loud. Then he said "Yeah...that's a thought. I'm thinking of all kinds of fun I'm going to have. So, just hang tight, and I'll be back in half an hour or so, and then I'm going to fuck your ass. Yeah, I'm going to fuck your ass just like you like to fuck those virgin boys. So keep your legs spread, and keep your hole open and waiting. And don't go anywhere....." Then he laughed again, and headed up the stairs. As he was walking away, my trussed up neighbor yelled "Shit man....don't....don't leave me like THIS! This is crazy! Come ON MAN!" The bald bear stopped at the top of the stairs, and then said "Nah....you need to feel helpless for a while, and just seeing you like this is really turning me on. You're my slave now, and you are just going to have to sit there nice and quiet until I get back. Don't worry....I'll be back in short order, and that's something you can count on. And when I do I promise you I'm going to work over your nuts like they have never been worked over, and then, when you've had enough then I'm going to fuck your ass! So, just sit tight and think about THAT while I'm gone." With that, he disappeared from my sight, and the man in the hood, my neighbor, the man who had abused me as a boy, struggled and grunted as he tested his bonds. He sure wasn’t happy about being left alone, and he protested and yelled out his displeasure to an empty room. I was staring at the scene through the window, taking it all in, and looking at the man's big set of balls that hung loose and dangled so vulnerably beneath his legs. As I stared at his balls my heart pounded in my chest, and I started to realize that I was being presented an opportunity that I likely would never have again. There was a loud bang as a door slammed, and then a light flooded into the back yard. I jumped when I heard the door open. The bear of a man, now dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, came out the back door and walked right past the bushes where I was hiding. God...he passed only a few feet away, but he didn't stop and he just went right to the gate, oblivious to my presence. As I watched he opened the gate and headed to the front yard, where I had seen his truck parked in the driveway. I left the bushes with a jump, and peered through the fence and watched him get in his truck just to make damn sure he was really leaving. The engine started, and I watched as he backed out of the driveway and headed for the store. I looked at my watch, and it was eleven-thirty at night. I realized that the nearest store that was open where he could buy beer was a good fifteen minutes away, and so at best it would be in excess of thirty minutes before he would be back. Thirty minutes plus. My heart started pounding then, and my stiff dick pushed out my pants. I had thirty minutes to do anything I wanted, and all of a sudden I wanted to do a lot. I reached into my pocket, and felt the latex gloves. I grinned. Who would have thought? I put them on, and then I went to the back door and it wasn't locked. I opened the door, which took me into the kitchen, and as soon as I came into the room the memory flooded into my brain, and I got dizzy for a second as it all came back to me. I remembered everything then that had happened that afternoon, when I was fourteen, and he was shoving his cock down my throat. It had happened right there, in his kitchen, when I was slurping down his lemonade and totally innocent to his real intentions. Now, at nineteen, and standing there in that same room, when I looked around it didn't seem to have changed at all. I felt the ugly trashy feeling all over again, remembering his fat cock and his big load of spunk as he pumped it down my throat. I looked at my gloved hands, and resolved myself not to lose my nerve. Then I opened the drawer by the stove and picked out a small pairing knife and looked at the edge in the light. It wasn't really that much of a knife, and it didn't even look very dangerous. Still, it would be more than enough for my purposes, and it was small enough to be controlled easily. It was time. I went downstairs, and he was there, trussed up and waiting, his legs tied open and his balls hanging, hanging down and waiting, now waiting for me. He heard me come down the stairs, and he laughed. Then he said "Shit George....I thought you had really left. I heard the truck start, and I was thinking you really were going to leave me here for a fucking beer. Come on man, I've had enough, and while it's been fun I think its time to end it for tonight." I of course didn't say anything at all. Instead, I walked behind him, and stared at the balls that I was going to take. I reached out then and took them in my hand, and as I did he stiffened, and I think in that instant he knew that the hand that was holding his testicles wasn’t the hand of the man he had been playing with. He struggled, and then he said "Whoooa.....hey.....is that you George? Come on man! What gives? Talk to me man. IS THAT YOU?" I gave his nuts a squeeze, hard, and I felt out his individual stones as I did. He grunted, and started to go crazy then, in a panic, and he was jerking his entire body so hard the rack he was tied to started to shake. On the side table I saw a box of condoms, and I decided to borrow a few. I had enough time for a fuck, and somehow it seemed fitting to return the favor he had once done to me. I opened my jeans, and slid them down to my ankles. Then I stepped out of them. He had raped me when I was fourteen, and as the memory filled me my own cock grew harder as I contemplated doing to him what he had done to me. I slid my boxer shorts down and then off. He was struggling, and his hole puckered, open and closed, as he jerked against his restraints. There was a ring of hair around it, protecting it in a way, and perhaps emphasizing his maleness. I was going to change that aspect of things for him, and as I contemplated that thought I wondered if the hairs there would thin out later, or stay the way they were. It was an interesting thought. He had no idea who I was, but by now he knew I wasn’t his friend, and I was there, staring at him, and he was helpless and with the hood on he couldn't see a thing. I could sense his fear, and he was sweating and the smell from his pits was permeating. I could see him jerking his head back and forth, trying to shake off the hood perhaps or at least hear what I was doing. Then he said "Come on man.....whoever you are. This isn't funny. I swear....take off the fucking hood...NOW, and let's talk this out. I'm not kidding here!" I patted his rear, and let my gloved finger explore his hole, toying with the hairs I had been looking at. I saw him jerk harder, and he shook the entire bench he was strapped to. As he did his balls swung beneath his legs. I stared at them, and then I opened one of the Trojan condoms. I stretched it out, as far as I could, and then I took the thing and looped it into a knot near the closed end, and slipped the loop over the man's hanging scrotum. The room was very warm, and his balls were hanging way down, loose, like a bull's balls hang. Of course, that made it all so much easier. As I looped his sac of nuts he felt something there, and he stopped struggling for a moment, trying to figure out I think what I was doing to him. Then, I lifted the loop high, until it was up against his body and right at the top of his scrotum. That's when I jerked it into a knot....as hard as I could. Then I pulled outward on the condom, way out, so that the latex rubber was stretched as far out as I could possibly pull it. I had the stretched condom in one hand, and I was pulling downward on his sac with the other. I think it was when I began to wrap his scrotum with the stretched latex, wrapping it around and around and around, as tight as I possibly could, that he totally panicked. Of course, I could have cared less. Finally, I looped it under itself, and then let the end go with a snap. As it jerked back the band of rubber snapped tight, effectively noosing off the top of his scrotum and banding him like a bull in the process of being turned into a steer. He screamed, and then he was bucking his hips, slamming forward into his restraints as he felt the restriction on the top of his nutsac. He started yelling too, like a maniac, begging me to get it off of him. "FUCK...FUCKKKKK. Shit man...get it OFF...GET IT OFF!!!! God....shit that hurts man! Whoever you are, GET IT OFF!!!! It's hurting my balls man! IT'S STRANGLING THEM FOR GOD'S SAKE! This isnt' funny....GET IT OFF...NOW!" I didn't like his yelling, and I was afraid it might attract someone. At the same time, I really wanted to hear him, because I wanted to know I was getting to him. So, I went to the window, and still wearing the gloves, I closed it, to keep all of his sounds inside. As he struggled I couldn't help but notice his balls had already changed color, and as I looked at them they turned an even darker shade. It was obvious that they were no longer getting the blood supply they were used to, and so in effect, I had actually begun to castrate him. That made my cock rock hard, and glancing at my watch I knew if I was really going to pay him back then it was time to fuck him. But first, I reached around and under him, and I took his eager cock into my hand. He was rock hard, and when I grabbed his erection he gasped, and as he felt his pole being held by another male, he stopped moving, scared shitless perhaps. It was a big rod, and thick, and while I was holding it and looking at the stretched rubber that was pinching off his balls, it occurred to me that soon his proud rod would be nothing but a useless noodle, hanging like a limp hose beneath his legs. Yeah, once his balls were gone his dick would become lifeless and pretty much stay that way. With that thought I smiled, grinned really, and then I released his pole and let it bob underneath him. I took another Trojan, and slipped it over the tip of my dick, and then, carefully, I rolled it down my eager pole. I was standing behind him, staring at his spread legs and his open hole, and it just seemed to be waiting for me, open and wide, almost like I had been when he had pushed me over his couch and kicked my legs apart. I grinned then, and then I leaned forward, and without further hesitation I guided my teenage rod up against his hole. As I did, he felt it, touching the rim of his ass, and he tried to clamp it shut and I saw him pull hard on his big thigh muscles, trying to close his legs and to keep out the intruding manhood. It was a useless gesture, and so I leaned forward into him then, and for the first time in my life I felt my cock slide into a waiting rectum, past his ring of hair and muscle and sliding so deep inside him I was all the way in to my balls. Mr Brian Trake screamed when I penetrated him, and then he threw his head back and started babbling. He was begging me as I fucked him, begging me to free his balls and to pull my cock out of his ass. He knew I wasn’t his friend, that much was quite apparent. Then he started railing off a list of names, trying one after the other, as he searched his mind and tried to imagine whose cock was fucking his hole. "Shit....man.....Tommy? Is that you Tommy? No wait...you are Billy, right? Yeah...Billy....Billy Jones? The freshman? You are Billy right? Trying to pay me back? I'm sorry man....I thought you wanted it. OH GOD. Come on man......wait.....you're Rick. Yeah....that's it.....fifteen, right? Rick...is that you RICK? Oh GOD...WHO ARE YOU????????????? Stop man...and let's talk. LET'S TALK IT OUT FOR GOD'S SAKE! I'll pay you man....just get that constriction off my nuts and let's talk this out!!!!" Needless to say, I was glad to hear my own name did not come up, and it was quite apparent that he had all but forgotten our encounter so many years ago. And, it was also now clearly obvious that I was not the only boy he had abused. As I listened to him babble and I fucked his ass I had to wonder how many boys his cock had penetrated over the years since he had taken my cherry. As I was fucking him I looked around the room, and it was then that I noticed the pictures on the walls. The entire room had framed pictures of boys everywhere. None of them were nude, but most of them were of boys wearing speedo bathing suits, or shorts without shirts, and a few were of kids in some pretty provocative poses. I didn't recognize any of the boys, but most of them appeared to be young teenagers. Clearly, that was his fetish and I had obviously just been one of many when he had stolen my innocence. I suddenly felt very good about what I was doing to him. I felt very good indeed. Another thing occurred to me. He would never give the police any of the names. The last thing on earth he wanted was to have his victims being interviewed by the police, so he would say nothing once this was over, even when I took his balls. By his past actions he had sealed his fate, and I had no sympathy for him. As I contemplated that, it made me smile. I worked my cock in and out of his hole, raping him. I wasn’t proud of doing it, but I wasn't ashamed either. I certainly felt justified in doing it. He had raped my ass as a young teenager, and so now, as an older teen, I was paying him back. I grunted, and then I shoved my cock in and out of his rectum even harder, in and out, thrusting it into him with long, powerful strokes. My own balls were slap-slap-slapping up against his bottom, and as I fucked him like a girl I enjoyed every minute. I was dominating him, and he knew it, and as the rubber condom tied around the top of his nutsac strangled his balls he felt me pounding his ass like a whore. And, like my own hell those years earlier, there was nothing he could do about it but keep his legs spread and live the feeling. It really did feel good paying him back, and I enjoyed every stroke and savored the feeling of being inside of him. His ass was pretty tight, and it gripped my cock and sent waves of pleasure up my shaft. It really surprised me that it felt as good as it did. Still, I much prefer a wet pussy, but still his ass was tight enough and it felt really good to be fucking him. I enjoyed the sense of power I think, and as I mounted him as if he was a woman I felt the years of humiliation and embarrassment fall away. Now, don't get me wrong. I didn't savor it, and I didn't try to make it last either. No, all I really wanted to do at that point was to empty my nuts and get it over with, and so I fucked him fast and I fucked him hard. With each thrust I rammed my cock in as far as I could, just like he had done to my own ass when I was a boy. He grunted with each thrust that I made, and his naked back was bathed in sweat as he felt me fucking him. I could feel the end of my cock slamming into his prostate, and then suddenly I felt it, felt my balls explode as I pumped my cream into the rubber and filled it as I pumped out my jism. He cried out at that same time, and then as I was shooting my load into his ass he grunted out his own load of sperm onto the bench he was tied to, squirting out what would certainly be one of the last loads of viral seed he would ever have as a man. It came in thick ropes of cum, as he felt his ass being violated and his nuts being strangled. As he ejaculated, I could feel his ass squeezing my cock, milking it dry in a very real way. It felt so damn good, and as I savored the feeling it brought back the memory of when I had ejaculated onto the back of his couch when he had shot his wad inside of me. Somehow, it felt good to have fucked his ass in return and to have spurted my seed into his hole, almost as if he was mine. When I had shot my wad I stayed there for a minute or so and felt the contractions in his ass as he finished squirting out his own load of goo. Then, I grasped the top of the condom at the base of my dick and slowly pulled out my cock, and then carefully I slid off the used rubber, not daring to spill a drop. I tied it into a knot, and slipped the thing into my pocket. I didn't want to leave anything behind, and I sure didn't want my DNA in his ass or left around to be found. I glanced at my watch, and I had lots of time still to go. Still, I didn't want to take any chances, and I really didn't need to hang around. In fact, there really was only one more thing that I wanted to do. He was quiet then, just whimpering, waiting for his friend to return perhaps and for me to leave I suppose. I looked at my hands, and made sure the gloves were still in place and hadn't ripped or torn. Then I picked up the small paring knife. With one hand I grabbed his big sack of balls, and with the other I laid the little knife right up against his scrotum. He felt it, felt the knife and the sharpness of the steel, and when he did he started shaking and struggling in an absolute panic. He was begging me then, and that's when he started apologizing, apologizing even if he didn't know who he was apologizing too or what specific act he was apologizing for. He said he was sorry for raping me, and sorry for sucking me or for fucking me or for hurting me or for whatever it was he had done. I thought that was funny, as he had no idea who I was, but only that I was some man who he had once fucked or sucked as a teen somewhere along the line. There had to have been quite a few for him to have no idea who was doing this to him. He said he was sorry, but of course, he wasn't. Not really. The only thing he was sorry for was that he was there and tied up and helpless. But he strained with every muscle as he felt the knife waiting to unman him, and he begged and his voiced cracked from his fear like a pubescent teenager. Finally, I had had enough of his begging, and it occurred to me that while he really wasn’t sorry, I knew he soon would be. And then, with that thought in my brain, I just took that little insignificant knife and started working the blade through the top of his tied off scrotum, just below the wrapped condom that was cinching it off tight. God he bucked his hips and screamed then! He shook with every muscle in his body, straining with everything he had as I cut off his balls. He screamed out "OH GOD....OH MY GOD. YOU ARE CASTRATING ME! OH NO...NOT THAT! PLEASE DON'T TAKE MY BALLS!!!! ARGHHHHHHHHH!" As he struggled, his big prick sprayed out another load of jism, from where I have no idea. Perhaps it was his body's last desperate attempt to fertilize something before it was no longer possible. At any rate, I didn't care and just worked that knife and sawed it through his balls. It didn't take very long, and soon I had his entire scrotum still stuffed with his balls in my hand and he was a neutered nothing. As his balls came off the fight disappeared in him, and he knew then it was done and there was nothing left to fight for. The wrapped Trojan did it's job, and there was virtually no blood at all. Still, his balls came off as he grunted, and it was obvious that it must have hurt like hell. After they were gone he just lay their quietly, whimpering into his hood, his legs still tied apart and his balls missing and now in my hand. I gave his well-paddled and bright red ass a friendly little pat, and then, because I could, I reached to the side table and picked up this bright pink dildo that was sitting there waiting to be used. It was pretty fat, with a ridge on its base to keep it in place. I grinned as I looked at it. Then I pushed it up and into his eunuch ass, until the ridge in the plastic was wedged into the ring of muscle that surrounded his hole. Then I flipped the little switch in its base and when I did it started to vibrate. That somehow seemed a fitting way to leave him, the big piece of plastic up his rear, vibrating in his ass and continuously fucking it as if it was a whore's hole. I noticed his cock was soft already, resting on the bench under him in a white pool of spent semen. I wondered if it would ever be hard again. He didn't fight the thing in his ass, and just lay there quietly while it buzzed and pulsated. He was totally spent and defeated and unmanned, now feeling the mechanical thing in his ass as it pulsated against his prostate even as his castrated dick stayed soft. I wanted to laugh, but didn’t. Instead, I left him there, and went back up the stairs and out through the kitchen. As I went by the sink, I tossed his sac of balls down the disposal, and then with a flick of the switch I ground it to nothing. I walked home, going around the block the long way, and I didn't see a single person during the entire trip. I slipped quietly back into my house, and went to the bathroom and threw the used rubber into the commode. Just before I flushed it, I jerked off one more time, just because I felt like it and my dick was hard with the memory of what I had done. I pulled off my shirt, and then I sat on the toilet and pumped my rod in my fist as I thought of him waiting without his nuts for his friend to return. I toyed with my nipple that he had once played with, and it felt oh so good. I pumped my dick and savored it, and the feeling built until heaven touched earth. I shot a hell of a load then that squirted almost to my chin, the lines of cum laying like ropes that went up my stomach. I didn't move for a long time after I came, and just stayed there instead, feeling the feeling of peace that comes after a powerful ejaculation. Finally, I cleaned myself up, and then threw the used toilet paper with my load of spunk into the pot. Then, with a flush, the used condom and my load of jism were gone. After that I pulled my shirt on and laid back down on the couch, deciding to sleep there so that my parents would find me that way in the morning, convinced I had spent the night watching the tube as I had started out to do. I just lay there in the dark, feeling refreshed and clean for the first time in a great many years. As I smiled and savored it, I heard the first siren, which was soon joined by a second. Together, they grew louder until they had passed our house and headed down to the end of the block. There was a flash of blue and red as the vehicles zoomed by, and then the sound faded to nothing and everything grew quiet once again. A few minutes later I heard a toilet flush, and then my dad opened the door to the basement and came down the stairs to check on me. I closed my eyes, pretending to be asleep, and he laughed quietly when he saw me. Then, he turned off the television, and pulled up the blanket to my chin, tucking me in like he used to do when I was an innocent boy. After he left I felt so damn wonderful, and so alive, and somewhere as I had those thoughts the sleep came and overtook me. I was so satisfied, and at peace and it all felt so damn good. As I fell asleep my thoughts were happy ones and for the first time in many years I slept without dreaming the dream. The next day I left for school, and headed back up the freeway, and that night, in bed with my girlfriend, I fucked her three times one after the other. I don't know where I got the strength, but she was totally amazed and I was filled with a renewed vigor. For the first time in my life perhaps, I really felt like a man. [Authors note: © Copyright September, 2004. All rights reserved. Not to be copied without the consent of the author. If you liked the story, please write and tell me. Thanks. -Nathan// nathan9001@yahoo.com] |