Zipper's Challenge: The Fifth Jar

Mark's response to his father's request was to faint again.

Mark's sister, Marie, recovered physically, if not mentally from her ordeal. School let out for the summer, and things had returned to near normal in the household when Mark was summoned to his father's study. Paul's study was his inner sanctum and few people were allowed to enter it. Paul showed his son a newly constructed trophy shelf that held five jars partially filled with colorless liquid.

"These will one day contain the nuts of the men who raped your sister, Mark. You can help me fill them." Paul stated, and then continued when his son's fainting spell had passed, "Maybe you should see the doctor. Fainting like that isn't normal for a boy."

Paul had been in the Army during the war, and one of his buddies was an eighteen-year-old Private named Jacob Smith. Paul and Jake hit Omaha Beach together, but Jake took a Mauser slug in his knee and never saw further combat. Paul was suprised to learn at their unit's ten-year reunion that Jake was still in the Army, and was now a MP sergeant. They had a few beers together and Paul offered him a security department position if he wanted to get out. Jake took the job in 1963 when he retired and had been their ever since that time as one of Paul's most trusted advisors.

"I want those men found, Jake." Paul directed.

"I can do it, boss, but it will take some time. There are eight colleges within a hundred miles of your daughter's school, and since classes are out for the summer I won't be able to do much until fall."

Paul had made millions in his business and one of his secrets to success was his ability to delegate problems to competent employees without trying to micro-manage them.

"Just get it done, Jake, and let me know when you have any of them rounded up."

Mark's summer wasn't going that great. He had a very unusual condition for a guy who had just turned seventeen; he was impotent. He would wake up with a raging teenage hard on, but it would go soft if he touched it. He could fantasize and stroke himself all he wanted, but all he could see was his sister's face or her hooded body as he raped her. He knew that he was still functional, as he shot off in his sleep about once a week and stained his sheets. He took to sleeping on a towel, like he had done when he was thirteen.

Jake stopped in at a tavern near a college late in July, and spotted a young man with short hair and an Army unit tattoo on his arm.

"Hey Sarge, buy you a beer?" Jake offered.

"I never even made Corporal, and hell yes you can buy me a beer!"

The two former soldiers started to shoot the shit about the Army and where all they had been when a bra-less coed entered the tavern.

"Wouldn't need a bag for that one." Chub said.

"How's that?" Jake enquired, not familiar with the phrase.

"These college kids are different now." Chub explained. "If a gal is so butt-ugly that she can't get laid she'll go out to one of the fraternities and put a cloth bag over her head. The guys will take her in and bang the shit out of her. No one knows who she is, and she doesn't know who laid her, so if they meet again it will still be cool."

"You sound like maybe you've been there." Jake said.

"Cost you a pension beer to find out." Chub replied.

"The frat captain told us that we had to babysit some little snot a couple of months ago. That's pretty common, as some younger brother wants to visit or something like that. This kid's dad was a big shot or something, and the captain said that we had to get the kid laid, and that his dad had sent a hundred bucks for us to buy him a whore. There's a gal we know who will fuck anything for free, and really likes the kiddies, so we pissed the hundred bucks away. The only problem was that she was on the rag that week. The kid got all shit-faced on Mad Dog 20/20 and went to bed drunk. She came in and gave him a blow job, but he didn't even really wake up, so we had to find someone else for him to fuck or the rich little shit might pledge somewhere else.

"We heard that Sigma had picked up a bagger at one of the snooty girl's schools upstate and were hiding her in the trunk of a car, so we hauled ass over there and grabbed her and brought her back to the Delta house. We tied her to the bed, turned up The Doors on some headphones, and then let the little snot fuck her. Turned out that she was a virgin! The kid was only in the saddle for a minute before he shot his wad, so the rest of us finished her off. We hustled her back out of town and dropped her off somewhere. Man, what a fucking time that was! Just like the whorehouses in Germany! Excuse me for a minute, but I gotta go piss."

There was a fresh beer waiting for Chub when he got back to the bar, but he only finished half of it before he started to get sleepy, and the barmaid said that he would have to leave.

"No problem, Miss. I'll take him home right now."

Chub woke up with a massive headache, and soon discovered that he was hog-tied in the back of a van.

"Who were the other guys that did that bagger?" Jake asked, menacingly.

"Fuck you."

Jake repeated the question, adding some emphasis with the point of a knife. Tony, Greg, and Warrens names came out, as well as where they were from.

"What about the kid? Who was he?"

"I don't know." Chub answered honestly. "Tony picked him up at the airport. I just remember that he was Mike someone, and that he was fifteen or sixteen years old."

"Have you ever seen one that big?" Paul asked Jake, referring to Chub's massive chub.

"Not on a white man."

The vacant warehouse soon echoed with Chub's screams as Paul took his knife to the hooded man tied to the post. He carefully washed his trophies in a bucket of water before placing them into one of the jars.

It was not diffucult to find Warren and Greg, and the thin skin of their scrotums offered little resistance to Paul's knife. They had no information on the identity of the kid either. Only Tony knew his name, and he had crashed his car, fatally, just before Jake found him.

Mark had recovered from his embarrassing problem by the time school started in the fall. His ability to masturbate had returned, and he was looking forward to a date with a girl who had a reputation of being loose, when he was again summoned to his father's study.

"The next one we find will be the first one that raped your sister. You may have the privilege of nutting him." Paul stated, gesturing toward the three hairy sacs and the six pink-gray testicles floating in their jars. Mark responded to the prospect of castrating himself by fainting.

Jake woke up in the middle of the night a month later and realized his mistake. He had intercepted Chub near the campus of State University, and had assumed that the Delta fraternity that committed the rape was from that campus. He never even considered that Chub might go to school elsewhere. Further investigation revealed that all of the boys were students at the Ivy League school a hundred miles away. The captain of that Delta fraternity, with his own manhood threatened by a knife,revealed the name of the kid and the identity of the father.

"We have a little problem." Jake told his employer. "I am closing in on the last rapist, and it appears that he is pretty well connected and comes from a powerful family."

"I don't give a shit if he is the long lost son of Richard Fucking Nixon! I want his balls!"

Pauls house was quiet. His daghter was back at school, this time in California, and his wife was visiting her sister. Mark was probably out whoring around like a typical teenager, and Paul and Jake were in the basement. A bucket of water was handy, as was the fouth jar. A naked youth with a hood over his head, brough there by Jake, was tied to the wall.

"I promised Mark that he could do this one, or at least watch, but he doesn't seem up to it." Paul said as he fondled the youth's soft, nearly hairless balls. "This is the last one, unless we exhume Tony's body and harvest his balls too."

He washed the severed genitals, put them in the jar, and finally removed the hood from the victim's head.

"I'll kill you, you son-of-a-bitch! He started to say to Jake when the identity of the newest eunuch was revealed. He never even saw the lead filled sap that Jake swung.

"A crime against a virgin daughter is also a crime against her father." Jake told the still groggy Paul "You set my daughter up for rape when you sent your horny kid off to get laid. What goes around comes around, and now it has come around to you. Next it will come around to the Sigmas that grabbed her at the party."

"She's not your daughter." Paul said in disbelief.

"Look at her, look at me, look at yourself, then ask her mother. A year after you were married you got caught with a Vegas showgirl. Sandy went to France to sort her marriage out. You called her and begged her to come home. I was in bed with her in Paris when the call came through. I loved her, but could never give her what you could, so she went home to you and nine months later gave birth to my daughter." Jake said, as he opened the lid on the fifth jar and picked up the knife.