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Doris lumbered into her living room and plomped down on the sofa next to Ted. Ted. Good old Ted. Pear-shaped, balding Ted, who clerked for the department of motor vehicles. Doris had a huge plastic bowl of microwave popcorn which she held out to Ted, who took some in his sweaty fist, eating them kernel by kernel. "On yet?" asked Doris. "You missed the opener," said Ted, talking and chewing. "Some tan little skateboard boy got tackled by three mean Cuban chicks. Got himself pantsed and fucked with a big-ass dildo. Then one of them banded his little balls. He kicked and screamed a lot. They stripped down to their little white thongs and jerked the kid off for the camera." Ted chuckled to himself, thinking of the boy's swollen little balls between his taught little thighs, with him shrieking and thrusting his hips in every direction, his dangly little semi-erect penis flopping up and down." "Wait-wait," grunted Doris, her mouth also full. "It's back on." In the back ground you see three Hispanic girls, teenagers, leading away a young boy wearing only a red t-shirt and white tube socks. His little scrotum, hideously distended, has turned deep purple. They lead him away by his little penis, around which they tied a piece of string to use like a leash. Fade to black. Cut to an ample young woman with lush, curly red hair, much of it falling into her face. Her skin is ivory white and she has full, red lips. She is some sort of laboratory-boudoir-torture-chamber. She wears a black corset top, black opera gloves, jack boots, and nothing else. She is seated. With one gloved hand she toys with the little cleft between her closed legs; with the other she toys and teases lovingly the buttons on the pair of faded jeans a teenaged boy is wearing. He is standing beside her chair, more like a throne. "Please," she whimpers lovingly. "Let me just see them. I want to see your little balls." "No," says the boy. "No-no, please." The boy, maybe fourteen or fifteen, is lean, wiry, shirtless; he has messy black hair, a thin nose, and small, dark eyes. "I only want to play with your little balls" she says in deep, gravely voice, now running both her hands up and down the front of the boy's jeans. "I just want to knead and caress your little balls, to cup them softly in my hands, kiss them, nibble them, l-l-l-l-l-l-lick them. There's nothing softer than a young boy's balls." She sticks out her tongue, rises, and tries to kiss the boy on the mouth—he turns away. She slaps him across his face, hard. "Hold him," she says angrily. Two large black gentleman, both naked, both well muscled, suddenly enter the scene. Each takes one of the boy's arms—apparently, his hands are already bound behind his back. While they hold him, she forces a ball-gag into his mouth and fastens it tight, her face right in his face, as if to kiss him, only all she does is sneer at him. Now she has a pair of snips, like a gardner's snips—large, stainless-steel, heavy; she cuts through the front of the boy's jeans while looking right into his frightened eyes. She jerks his jeans and white cotton underpants down his thighs to about his knees, and then seats herself again so that she can examine the boy's little balls more closely. She coos and giggles and begins to toy with the boy's scrotum. The boy has no pubic hair; he's been expertly shaved and waxed. Where the boy's penis should be remains only a y-shaped scar. "Oh, I'm so glad we helped you get rid of that pesky little penis of yours, Richard. That impudent, rebellious little penis. I never liked that ugly little thing on you." She signals one of the black gentleman, who turns to a tray where he finds a pair of surgical gloves; he grins as he puts them on. He takes a tube and lubricates the right glove. He positions himself behind Richard with one hand on Richard's flat belly, who is now bucking and heaving and trying to hold his legs together. Both black men pry the boy's legs apart; then in single, cruel, stabbing motion the gloved black man pushes three fingers into Richard's tight rectal canal, probing hard for the little boy's prostate gland. He digs and probes roughly, aggressively. Invaded, violated, the boy's face burns a deep red of shame and outrage. The woman laughs from her perch on her chair, continuing to kiss and cuddle and fondle the boy's little balls until they begin to rise in their little sack. "Yes. That's right. That's right. Let yourself go," she says. Richard's breaks into a sweat, his chest heaving; his eyes roll back in his head and close; his knees give out; the other black gentleman holds him up like a broken doll. "There you go, my dickless little prince. There you go," she says. The woman holds up a cum stained glove for the camera. She giggles. "I had his little urethra routed down between his legs, so he cums behind his little balls," she says, looking into the camera, grinning broadly. "Tonight you're in for such a treat" she continues. You, Richard, and everyone at home. Tonight little Richard gets liberated from those pesky little testicles of his. He's gonna' be a smoothie-boy, like a Ken-doll, so handsome, but with no little dick, and now no little balls." In the background, you can see Richard suddenly spring to life. Shrieking unintelligibly through this ball-gag, he tries to leap one way, then the other, his jeans still wrapped around his knees. The two black men hold him fast, one with his fingers still up Richard's tight little ass, the other having grabbed Richard's floppy little scrotum. In the foreground, you can see the woman, grinning, holding a banding tool up for the camera. She winks, turns her back on the camera, and approaches the shrieking boy, who is now being ruthlessly butt-fucked by the gloved black gentleman. Fade to black. Ted and Doris stare open mouthed. "That was so hot," says Ted sleepily. He tries to stand but instead flops over the coffee table in an avalanche of magazines, beer, popcorn and chips. He tries to pull himself up only ends up flopping around like a beached seal. He looks up, bleary-eyed, conscious of losing consciousness. The last thing he sees before the lights go out is Doris in her bra and panties, with a pair of snips, reaching for his belt.
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