|
STRIP POKER: Part II Jim's face said it all as he looked at his cards in the next hand: a undistinguished mixed hand of deuces, fours and a King. He had in fact just lost one of his balls! "Oh, GOD, Don't DO it to me," he wailed, putting his hands over his genitals. Jack and Bill pinned his arms to his back and kicked his legs apart as Burt forced his way between them with the scissors. While José held up his big dick out of the way, Burt put the sac above his left testicle between the cutting blades and proceeded to slowly cut through the bag, and then the cords until the testicle fell to the floor with a splat. AAAAAAAHH! Jim screamed and passed out. The cords were tied and the blood flow stopped by the time he revived and was forced back into the game. The intensity now was over-powering! While Jim was desperately trying to avoid any further excursions of the scissors, the others were really getting into the sadistic threat and counter threat and the sheer excitement of the ultimate risk to their manhood. Each was now out to unman the others while keeping his own jewels from becoming history. Next it was José's turn to face the fiendish scissors at the hand of Burt. A lousy pair of three's folded under Burt's full house and with it came the end of one of his juicy little rosettes accompanied by a stifled cry from the macho stud and whoops of victory from the other players. Jack's flush of victory soon faded with the next hand as his full house was defeated by Bill's inside straight. In a moment he felt his jockstrap being ripped from his crotch leaving him naked and vulnerable with the rest. Everyone was now down to the moment of truth. Who would survive with his manhood intact? A second losing hand took away Jack's left tit with a single snip of the scissors. Now only Burt's hunky body remained unmutilated. A round of beers was in order to maintain courage and dispel any rational evaluation of the situation. When play resumed, Jack's miserable luck continued and his remaining nipple was amputated from his breast. Now nearly everyone was at least partially mutilated*some down to the stage of partial or complete emasculation! In a strange way, morale remained high. Except for Jim, most saw their lose in the same way as a dueling scar: a badge of their macho courage. But how would they feel when that very manhood could be taken from them with a snip of the scissors? Jim already knew; now it was José's turn. His Queen fell victim to Burt's King, and his balls to the waiting blades. Few things are more sacred to the Hispanic machismo than his jingle bobs! His whole self image rested on his potent baby-makers. He looked out in horror as the others came toward him. "O.K., spread 'em," Burt commanded, and with utter despair, José slowly withdrew his hands and opened his thighs, allowing his beautiful young nuts to settle on the edge of the chair between his legs. Burt reached forward and grasped one healthy young testicle in his fingers and pulled it away from its protective groin, and began slowly cutting open the sac from the side until he gained access to the hanging testicle which he severed with a single snip. A single scream of agony and loss issued from José's lips as he was now half gelded. But rather than trying to back out of the game, José was now more determined than ever to see his fellow players cut as he was. "I still got one, man," he yelled, and that's more than some of you are gonna have left when we're finished here!" It was a prophetic statement. The very next hand doomed the second of Jim's genitals. He was screaming as they held him down to exact their winnings. "What'll it BE, baby?" sneered Burt, "your last ball or that pretty big pecker of yours?" "Let's cut of the bastard's cock, man," yelled José in triumph. "That way he can still have the desire without the ability!" And so they did. Jim struggled like a man insane to keep his manhood which remained hard in spite of himself. While they held him down, Jack helped place the castrating scissors blades around the quivering shaft just behind the flaring glans and proceeded to slice off the man's dick, leaving a bloody stump behind. After cauterizing the stump and reviving the poor son of a bitch they looked down in exultation at the mutilated groin of the once-proud college bastard, now nearly completely un-sexed. “OOOOOHH, NOOO! The game continued on for another high tension half hour, during which time both Bill and Jack surrendered one of their precious nuts*saw their bags sliced open and felt the cords cut with infinite finality and suffered white heat as they lost half of their manhood. It was bizarre: each willingly allowed himself to remain in a no-win situation where it was likely that all of them would ultimately lose their balls and more just to avoid losing face and backing down. Actually, not all of them: There was Burt with his massive genitals still hanging in masculine splendor between his black legs. It suddenly occurred to Jack that there was a certain peculiar coincidence between Burt's setting up this little "game" and his success in beating it. "Let's have a close look at those cards, fella," he challenged Burt. "You questioning my honesty, dude,? he responded. But Jack had established a momentum with the others. He lunged at the deck and examined them closely. Sure enough, tiny marks were found along the edged of the marked deck. As a single force they fell upon him, threw him to the floor. Jack spread his legs wide apart and kicked him square in the balls again and again accompanied by agonized screams as Burt felt his gonads being slowly destroyed. “OH, NO, MAN! IT WAS ALL A MISTAKE! NOT MY BALLS! YOU’RE RUINING ME!Jack felt a tremendous high as he felt his toes come in intimate contact with Burt's bulging sac, felt the fleshy testicles recoil after each devastating blow. Felt the hard outer core give way, reducing the once proud nuts to mush. Burt somehow crawled on his belly to protect himself, leaving his low-hanging testicles protruding between his legs. "Let me finish him, man," screamed José! He rushed up and placed his foot on top of the trapped nuts and stepped down with all his weight, slowly crushing his balls into oblivion. He felt them both pop in their bag. Then they held him down while one by one they divested him of his nipples, and genitals. Jack took infinite delight in stretching out his mangled testicles and cutting both of his balls off with a single snip of the scissors. Then piece by piece they cut off successive parts of his big black dong, beginning with the enormous purple glans and proceeding up the shaft inch by inch until only a short stub remained of his once magnificent genitals. They left him there to either phone for help or bleed to death. After carefully removing all identification of their involvement, they went off into the night, each their separate ways. And each, in spite of the terrible price, somehow remembering this night as one of the most thrilling in their young lives!
|