Manfred Wanks in the Woods - Part 2 - Original Version

Here is the conclusion to the original version of this story. The author left a note at the end asking his readers if they wanted another chapter about Manfred -- sadly, to my knowledge, no additional chapters were forthcoming. I rather wanted to know that was planned next for this unfortunate and extraordinarily hunky young stud!

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Manfred's Only Half a Man 

by paladinblue 

This story follows the one titled “Manfred Wanks in the Woods.” It is my first attempt at writing a story, so comments, negative or positive, are appreciated. 

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Manfred hung from the sturdy birch all night, unable to sleep. He was hungry, having had no dinner, but the dull ache in his stomach was nothing compared to the continual waves of pain emanating from his pierced nipples, dick and balls. But the pain had lessened now, and Manfred could bear it. Besides building his biceps and calves, weight training had given the young man a high pain threshold. 

In a way, the pain was comforting and reassuring to Manfred. As long as they hurt, Manfred knew that his dick and balls were still alive.... 

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It was morning, and Manfred was still struggling to get free from his bonds when the five men returned. 

“Well we’ve carried away the real goods we came for,” said he fifth man, the leader of the lot, “we took all the goodies from your big house. Hope you won’t be missing your TV and computers. Although I guess you have more pressing issues to worry about.” He eyed Manfred’s right nut, still with two pins stuck into it. 

Manfred gave the man a defiant look and snarled a curse. The fifth man ignored him, and gruffly tore out all the pins in Manfred’s cock, balls and nipples. Their removal drew fresh blood, and renewed the sharp pain in Manfred’s genitals. 

“Look what else we found when we ransacked your house,” the man said, while lifting up one of Manfred’s dumbbells. At 40 lb, it was one of the lighter ones. 

Suddenly, the fifth man rammed the dumbbell into Manfred’s ballsac, making the boy yell in pain. 

“Ugh! My balls....stop. My balls, oh my balls....” Manfred’s yells died down into whimpers. 

“What’s the matter? I thought you were strong? Can’t you take a little weight lifting?” he mocked as he rammed the dumbbell into Manfred’s bulging sac again. 

After ramming Manfred a dozen times, the fifth man dropped the dumbbell and squeezed the thick slabs of muscle that formed Manfred’s pecs, then moved his hands lower to feel the definition of the washboard abs of his flat stomach. He couldn’t help being in awe of how exquisitely _virile_ Manfred was. Even now, although he was helplessly tied to a tree, the young man’s powerful body oozed masculinity. 

“Let’s see how much sperm your damaged balls can make,” he muttered. 

The man grabbed Manfred’s flaccid dick and began stroking it. When it was pulsing with a full 8 inch erection, he also grabbed Manfred’s right nut and began savagely squeezing it while continuing to stroke Manfred’s cock. After many long minutes of this mixed pain and pleasure, Manfred arched his back and ejaculated. A dozen streams of copious white cream shot out of Manfred’s cock and hit the fifth man’s chest squarely. The man was shocked at the power of Manfred’s ejaculation. Each shot of cum felt like a water cannon shot on his chest through the thin fabric of his shirt. The fifth man’s entire shirt front was drenched with Manfred’s sperm. 

Once again, he was in awe of how utterly virile young Manfred was. The man cupped Manfred’s swollen testicles in his hands. And now all that virility, the fifth man thought, was in my hands and in MY control. Inside his pants, the man’s own penis stiffened at that thought. 

“So, you had your orgasm. What do you think, wanker, should I crush your testicles now and leave you sexless forever?” The fifth man asked. The very thought of robbing Manfred of his manhood was so very arousing to the man. He thought of turning this stallion into a steer even before it was old enough to discover its sexuality, of robbing Manfred of his future sex-life, and of making his young and firm muscles wilt away from the lack of testosterone. He imagined how Manfred would look like as a fat eunuch, with wobbly moobs growing in the former place of his pecs, and how Manfred would sound like with a high-pitched girly voice instead of the low masculine one he now had. 

But Manfred was in too much pain to think coherently. His mind was like that of a senseless animal, and he could only make low grunts as answers to the fifth man’s question. 

The fifth man smirked, “Well, looks like you’re gonna lose your balls, boy.” 

“Leave the guy alone,” one of the man’s companions said, stopping him,“we already have all the valuables and money from the house, we don’t need to take any more from him. We’ve taken all his mother’s jewels, let’s just leave him his own family ones.” 

But the fifth man was already too aroused to just leave Manfred be. He ached to take away Manfred’s balls, ached to destroy the young man’s manhood. 

“Fine, we’ll compromise. I’ll crush just one of his precious orbs.” 

The fifth man knelt down, and took Manfred’s large right testicle into his mouth. It was a young man’s ball, still developing in the midst of Manfred’s puberty. The testicle tasted salty with sweat inside the fifth man’s mouth. He rolled the teen’s boy-ball with his tongue. Half of Manfred’s manhood, half of the source of testosterone that helped Manfred build his powerful bulging muscles, half of his sperm-makers and with them half of all the possible children Manfred could ever have: Half of what made Manfred who he is - a MAN - was in his mouth, and between his teeth, ready to be destroyed. Never before had the he felt so POWERFUL. 

The fifth man carefully positioned Manfred’s testicle between his molars, hesitated, then bit down hard. He heard a silent ‘pop’ sound in his mouth and felt the boy-ball burst like water balloon into several chunks. Manfred let out a guttural scream. His body shuddered in agony, and all his muscles flexed against his restraints and nearly tore off the thick branches of the old birch tree he was tied to. The fifth man was still kneeling with the remains of half of Manfred’s manhood in his mouth. He chewed them into a consistent, liquid mush, savoring the control he had over Manfred. In his mind, he pictured Manfred with only one ball left, with half his endowment gone, how ridiculous Manfred will look in speedos with an imbalanced bulge, how grotesque Manfred will look like naked while having sex with only one huge babymaker dangling in a scrotum with too much spare room.... 

Finally, the man spat out Manfred’s half-empty sac when he was finished. 

“Oh, pretty boy, I’ve ruined you forever! I’ve destroyed your precious testicle, you’re now only half a man!” he laughed, and his friends laughed with him. 

“I bet you won’t be making as much boy-cream in the future with only one nut, wanker!” the fifth man mocked, as he and his friends walked away and left the unconscious Manfred dangling from the tree. 

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Should there be a revenge story to follow, or is it best to leave Manfred dangling?