Gangs, Balls, and Scorpions
Original story by Nathan
Gangs, Balls, and Scorpions
Chris Harriman looked angry. Very angry. As he stared at Donald Talburg his eyes burned and he fought to contain himself. The man was sitting there, in just his hot little high rise jockey shorts, and it was just so hard to believe. Donald had been one of the Scorpion's highest ranking gang members, and Chris had trusted him totally. What he had never suspected, not in a million years, was that Talburg was feeding information to the police, wearing a hidden microphone even and setting them all up for the big fall. Not in a million years had he ever suspected that!
There wasn’t any doubt. The mic had been carefully sewn into his waistband of his jeans, and the battery pack that was in his rear pocket was just the type the police units use. It had rested just below his wallet, and the little panic button on it left no doubt that Donald had known exactly what he was doing. It was a nice set up, a professional setup, and the damage was severe and would have long term consequences. The Scorpions would have to deal with those in the months to come, but right now, here, they had to deal with the spy. Spy! That's what he was, sure as shit it was, and that’s the truth and so things had to be done. Still, mad as he was, Chris Harriman wasn’t into killing anyone. It just wasn’t his thing, and so while he had decided Donald Talburg would live, his life was going to be very changed from today onward.
Of course, the man knew that. He knew he had taken a chance, and had been caught, and now it was only a matter to see what would be done. He also knew that since he hadn’t hit the button, before they grabbed him, the opportunity to call for help was gone and now no help would come. Hell, where he was now the police would never find him, and since he was now 'off line' there wasn’t a chance in hell of getting rescued by accident. At least, not before they took his balls.
He was scared, and he was watching, as Chris whispered to the other gang members and decided his fate. He wondered, and he waited. Of course, he knew of the jar, and of the balls in it, and he had witnessed more than one set be taken. God. He didn't want to be castrated of course, didn't want that and yet, he knew he was caught and he knew it would happen. It was a terrible feeling...as he waited for it, wondering how it would be done. The only thing he wasn't wondering about was who would be doing it.
The man's mind was active. He had of course known what he was risking when he had agreed to be the 'wire'...but at the time it had seemed a good plan and he wanted the Scorpions leader gone and this seemed a sure way to make that happen. Now, as he sat tied in the chair while the gang talked and made their decisions, he realized the idea had been stupid. He had totally underestimated Chris Harriman, and it had cost him. Shit! God...waiting...waiting for his own castration! Well...he had seen it be done before, to others, and while it scared him to the core he fought the fear and kept it together. Besides, he tried to tell himself, it would all be over soon enough and the pain would only last a second.
He figured they would probably use the bander, like they normally did, to cinch off his nuts and strangle them. Then, after they had died, hanging between his legs, then, of course, they would take them and add them to the jar. Yeah, a quick pull of the knife, probably after a few ratchets of the bander's handle, and it would be done and they would be gone. He tried to imagine his life without his balls. God. He loved fucking, and he had a girl and only a week ago they had talked of making babies and getting on with their lives as husband and wife. Of course, now, well, now she would leave him. Yeah, that much was a certainty.
His face was grim, with that thought, but if his balls had to end up in the jar then so be it. There wasn’t anything he could do about it anyway, and so he steeled himself for what was to come. He had seen a lot of men be castrated by the gang, and he tried to see the positive end of it as he waited for it to be done to him. That was hard to do. But at least it was always done fast, and the pain would be over before he had time to think about it. If they banded him first and let them die on the vine, well, he'd get through it and he knew enough to know that the pain of that wasn’t THAT bad. Sure, he had watched more than a few men beg while their balls were dying, and had laughed with the gang when it had happened. No, he would NEVER panic, no matter what and he sure wasn't going to beg! He would never give them that satisfaction.
As he was having those thoughts they were interrupted by a commotion. Something had been decided, and Chris Harriman looked up at him and stared. He squinted, staring at the man who had turned against them. The traitor was in his late twenties, with a hard body and the chiseled look you get when you spend time at the gym everyday. Chris noted his face was straight, without emotion, hiding his fear and doing it well. His eyes were dark brown, and his hair looked almost jet black. In his left ear he wore a simple loop, and a small little scorpion hung off of it. Other than that, and the scorpion pendant around his neck, he wore no jewelry, and no rings. His package, stuffed in his underwear, bulged out, and filled his pants. The man had a big package, and you could see the outline of his cock as it rested on top of his balls. Chris let his gaze linger there, as he contemplated the changes there that he was going to make.
Finally, the leader of the Scorpions looked away, and back to the members of the gang that were looking at him. Then he nodded, and they all split up to get the things that were needed. Some left, and some stayed. Those that left seemed to be in a hurry, on a mission, to get a few things and to bring them back. The rest of the members that stayed just milled about and chatted, chatting the gang talk while they waited. Of course, the man in the chair was waiting too, and he called out to Chris and said he wanted to talk. He knew the chances were slim, but still it was something to try, and perhaps he had enough money and with the friendship they had once shared perhaps he could talk his way out of this, or at least get some mercy and maybe, perhaps, get a second chance.
However, as he called Chris only looked his way, and didn't come over. Instead, he whispered something to the man beside him, and then that man just came over instead. In his hand was a gag, and as soon as the man tied to the chair saw it the hope shattered in an instant. It took only a few seconds, and the gag was in place and his talking options went to zero. The message was clear, crystal clear, that there wasn't going to be any talking or dealing or any of the rest of it.
The gag was the open mouth style...just a shiny tube of stainless steel, like a very thick napkin ring, that was held in his mouth by a strap around his head. With it in place he couldn’t talk, couldn't even close his mouth for that matter. He could stick his tongue out through the hole, or grunt and be heard, but other than that there was nothing he could do. Talking was absolutely impossible. Still, because of the hole, he could breathe through it, and groan and grunt, and drool. He was doing a lot of that...drooling, and yet with his mouth forced wide open he couldn't have stopped it for all the money in the world. He tried to talk anyway, to beg, but the sounds he made were just incomprehensible blubbering, and whatever hope he had had to talk his way out of this was gone completely. No, for the man in the chair, for Donald Talburg, there wasn’t any hope and there wouldn't be any salvation.
After that, the gang joked and talked about other things, and for the most part ignored the gagged man who was no longer one of them. An hour went by, and then another, and nobody said a thing to the man in the chair. For the man waiting, waiting to be castrated, his mouth grew tired and sore from being forced open so wide. It was terribly uncomfortable, but the gang couldn't have cared less. In the third hour the gang members began to filter back in, carrying some boxes and apparently successful in their quests. Finally, there was some movement, and apparently the thing they had been waiting for arrived.
As Donald Talburg watched, the Scorpions brought in a large heavy wooden table. On the side of it was stamped "PROPERTY LION HIGH SCHOOL" and it was obvious a shop table. It was very heavy, with a thick top and legs to match. About a foot off the floor was a wooden rail that connected all of the legs of the table, adding to its strength and its rigidity. But it wasn’t the shop table that caught his attention. No, not at all. It was the large wood vise on the side, with the big handle and the threaded screw that it controlled. That held his attention, sure as shit it did, and as he stared at the table and the vice he began to feel sick inside.
Things happened fast then. They picked him up, and dragged him to the table, and then they just lifted him up until he was seated on the side of it. He was wearing high rise briefs, because his girlfriend had given them to him, and his package was pronounced and visible. One of the gang members patted the bulge, playfully, and then grinned as he did so. Everyone in the room knew where things were heading, and the man felt the fear as the gang members felt the excitement.
After getting him seated on the edge of the table, they ripped off his shorts, and then as he stared, they tied his ankles to the big cross bar that connected the legs of the table...spreading his legs apart and exposing his genitals to everyone in the room. He was right on the edge of the table, with his hands cuffed behind his back, and his balls were resting directly over the vise. The vise was clamped closed, and his balls rested on the top of the jaws, and as they rested there, sitting there, nestled in their sac, he felt the fear and his hair crawled up the back of his neck.
Of course, it was all crystal clear, where things were going, and his eyes begged but there was nothing for him to do. He was no longer in control, and so, what was to be done was going to be done and he knew it and they knew it too. Still....were they really going to crush his manhood? Surly they wouldn’t do that! God. But the bander wasn't anywhere to be seen, and it should have been out if they were going to do it that way. Donald's mind was racing....he had seen the gang castrate a lot of men, a lot of enemies, but it was always done with a knife or the bander or a combination of the two. A vise? GOD! No! Still, there was a vice, sure as shit, and his balls were resting on it and if they opened the jaws it was obvious his balls would drop into it, and if that happened he was doomed.
The leader of the Scorpions came up to him then, staring at him, and the two men stared at each other, eyeball to eyeball. Chris Harriman was standing, and Donald Talburg was sitting, and the tension between them was so thick you could almost see it. Surrounding the table were the rest of the gang, there to watch, and to learn, and to teach. Donald closed his eyes.
"LOOK AT ME YOU BASTARD!”
Donald opened them, and stared, looking again at Chris Harriman and trying to stare back at him to hide his fear. As he did, Chris reached out and hefted his sac of nuts....feeling them, and as he held them he began to talk.
"Donny boy....I'm really ashamed of you. Never would have suspected....not you. Well...no matter...but such a nice set...I would have thought you would have wanted to keep them. Especially with that nice girl of yours. What's her name?...Jenny? No..Janet? Yeah, that's her.......God..you and Janet were talking marriage. Hell, you told me that three days ago! What the fuck were you thinking? She's a nice girl, with a nice set of tits.....I would have thought you would have been smarter than this. Well, it was your choice. Guess those tits won't mean much to you after today. One thing....you need to watch me...to keep your eyes on me. Right now I'm inclined to let you keep your cock...yeah...a man needs his cock to piss, even when he's got no balls. But if you don't look at me when I'm castrating you then I'm not so sure I'll let you keep it. Do you understand?”
Talburg's Adams apple bobbed up and down, as he swallowed his fear. He nodded...and stared. God! The gang wasn't into taking cocks and he sure didn't want his to start a new trend.
Chris Harriman grinned. Then, as he was looking at him, and holding his balls, he just grinned and grinned from ear to ear. Then, slowly, he reached up to the little pendant that was hanging on the loop in Talburg's ear, and jerked it hard. It ripped through the flesh of his ear, and came free, and the man grunted when he felt it happen.
Chris looked at him, and said "Now...we can't have you wearing these Scorpions anymore. They are reserved for gang members, which you, you haven’t really been for a very long time.”
Then, he slowly reached up to the pendant around Talburg's neck, the one with the scorpion on it. With a pull, he jerked it too, hard, breaking the silver chain where it attached at the clasp. It was a nice chain, a thick one, and it didn't break easily.
Then, without saying anything, Chris spun open the vise...so that the big clamp was open, the jaws gaping, as if it was ready for some high school kid to drop in his project and glue it up for the teacher. Of course, as he spun open the vise Talburg's scrotum dropped into it...hanging down between the big jaws almost as if it was eager and ready and anxious for it to be done.
You could see the fear climbing up inside of him as the man felt his balls hanging down into the vise. He was looking right at the gang leader, and the two men stared each other down, eye to eye and face to face. Chris stared back at the man he was going to castrate, and then he took the broken chain, like it was a piece of twine, and made a loop in one end with it and slipped it around the top of the man's balls. He pulled the chain hard, and it closed like a knotted string. It wasn't that tight, at least not so tight as to crush the sac closed, but it did form a little noose and it was enough to trap the mans' balls down in his scrotum and in so doing doom them in the process. The little scorpion from the pendant was hanging there, next to the balls...the little silver symbol resting against his sac as it hung there, on his balls, almost as a fitting tribute to what was going to happen.
"You know Donny boy...you've got quite a set of balls. Big ones. I just never knew your balls were so big....who would have thought? Guess that's why Janet likes you so much. When was your last fuck? Was her pussy hot? I bet it was! I hope it felt good...because that memory's gonna have to hold you.....your days of fucking the twats are over. Over! How does that idea sit with you? You're balls look ready, anxious even. How do they feel, all noosed up and wearing your pendant? Do you like it? Do you like feeling that noose around your balls? No...I don't suppose you do. Well, I do, and I guess right now that's all that counts.”
Donald Talburg swallowed, open mouthed, and his Adams apple bobbed up and down. The leader of the scorpions had his balls, holding them, feeling them, working the individual orbs within his fingers as he pulled the little chain tight and cinched off his sac, trapping them. Of course, he had seen this done on countless others, although usually with a piece of leather or a bootlace, and so as he felt it happening to him he knew where things were going. Still, the vise was new, and it scared him even more than the pendant his balls were wearing.
Chris Harriman nodded, and one of the younger gang members climbed up on the table, behind Talburg, and put his arms around the man, holding him. He was there in case the man started to struggle too hard, and he kept him upright and staring at the gang leader. Still, the boy was almost hugging him, and he licked his bleeding ear and ran his fingers up, over the man's tight little nipples. He toyed with them, and pinched them, and played with them as if they were toys for his amusement. Of course, there was nothing the man could do to stop any of it, and so he sat, naked, and felt the humiliation, as the rest of the gang watched and stared and grinned.
Chris nodded again, and another member came forward with a box. It was wrapped in gold paper, like a Christmas present. Chris opened it, and pulled out a giant paperweight. It was made in the shape of the gang's symbol, in sculpture, a giant metal scorpion, and it weighed almost five pounds. It's highly polished surface glistened, buffed to a high luster, and its big metal tail was curved up, over its back as if it was going to strike.
Talburg stared at it, and his eyes registered his question. Chris just slowly took the end of the pendant chain, that was hanging free, the end with the clasp still on it. The ring on the necklace had broken, but the clasp was still working. Slowly, he reached down to the big metal scorpion, and clipped the chain to a small little hook in the middle of the back. It was made so it could be hung, like some huge Christmas Tree ornament. As he closed the hasp Chris effectively chained the big paperweight to the man's balls....the chain connecting the two until they were literally a part of each other. As he did so, he smiled, and then, he opened his hand and dropped the metallic creature.
As the chain snapped tight, and the man's balls took the weight of the metallic scorpion, he grunted. His balls jerked down....stretched down...and were hanging loose, like a bull's balls hang, and as they hung and supported the weight of it they slowly elongated out even further, stretching the cords and hanging down, lower and lower. Of course, that dragged them down, into the vise, so that his balls hung down, and were held there, centered perfectly between the jaws of the vise and now completely, and totally, vulnerable.
Chris, without any further hesitation, spun the handle of the vise, and the jaws started to close. After only a few turns they were tight, pushing on his testicles and pressing them, flattening them. The man reacted....feeling it, knowing now what was their fate, and as he felt the discomfort and the pressure of it the fear rocked through him and his eyes went wide. He was trapped, and Chris wasn’t wasting any time. He was going to crush them! No! Oh GOD....it couldn't be true but it was....and the pressure on his nuts was there, and it was real enough, pressing the essence of his manhood and flattening it towards oblivion.
Less than three fourths of an inch separated Donalad Talburg from becoming a eunuch...less than an inch between manhood and nothing...between having balls full of cream and having no balls at all. It was a nightmare, only it was real, and as he looked down, at the vise, and the handle in Chris's hand, everything was on the line and there was nothing he could do but wait to feel it happen.
The teenager holding him upright was still playing with his tits...running circles around them and pinching the nipples. As this was happening, in spite of his fear, Talburg's prick began to grow stiff, and eager, almost as though it sensed this was its last and final opportunity. He wasn’t rock hard though, not by a long shot. The fear was just too much...way too much. Still, Chris tried to encourage his erection by toying with the tip, rubbing his thrumb over the knob of his prick and working his pole. He stiffened a little more, but still he wasn’t rock hard, not with the fear and not with what was happening. Talburg stared at his prick, and the man that was playing with it, and as he did he looked at the vise and the fear shook him to the core.
Chris leaned forward and began to talk again: "I told you to look at me. I don't want you watching your balls when they die...I want you watching me. I want to watch your expression when I castrate you. You know Donny boy, you know your balls are doomed. The problem of course is that it's just not enough to take them...not for you it’s not. I trusted you...I trusted you with my life, and you betrayed me. You are a traitor you are, yeah...a traitor.”
Donald Talburg looked down, again, away from the man who held the handle. He felt the fear, and the humiliation, and there was no way he could look at the man who was going to neuter him.
Chris spoke then, with an edge to his voice: "I SAID LOOK AT ME!" Then, as he spoke those words he spun the handle, and as he did the jaws moved closer together. This time, Talburg felt pain, and his eyes jerked straight up, until he was eye to eye and staring at the man who was taking his balls. The feeling was primal and deep and his entire groin seemed to ache. He almost vomited....and he tried to jerk his legs together but they were tied out, splayed out, and it was pointless. He next tried to rise up, to lift his body off the table, to pull out his nuts perhaps and to save them from destruction. The way the ropes were it wasn’t possible, and with the chain around his scrotum, and the weight tugging on it, pulling it down, his entire sac was exposed and within the vise and there was nothing he could do to save it.
Then, unexpectantly, Chris Harriman reached to his waist and unbuckled his belt. Then, reaching for the snap of his jeans, he opened the front of his pants, and allowed them to slide down, to mid thigh. His underwear was the tight, low rise brief kind, and it accentuated his manhood. The pouch was bulging, jutting, and as his jeans slid down his prick pushed outward, eagerly. Then, without any embarrassment, Chris grabbed the waistband of his shorts, and lowered his underwear until his prick popped free.
Talburg looked down, and watched him do this, so he was staring when the gang leader's erection popped out, and his eyes went wide as he looked at it. The erection was massive, hard, and thick, and it jutted up with a glistening knob, anointed with a drop of semen that was beaded on the end. Then, slowly, Chris reached upward, and then he took Donald Talburg's head in his hands, and pulled him forward and rotated his head slightly back until they were looking at each other eye to eye. Then he said "You know Donny boy....if you aren’t willing to look me in the eye when I take your nuts, then perhaps you aren’t quite ready to be castrated.”
As he said that, he pulled the man's head downward, toward his crotch, and maneuvered it so that the man's open mouth gag was aligned with the end of his bobbing pole. For Talburg, his eyes went even wider, as he stared at the jutting cock of the gang leader, and then, as he was pulled down, to it, he started to beg and he grunted through his open mouth. Of course, Chris could have cared less about his grunting, and he just slowly lowered the man's head farther, until his prick slid inside, through the open gag, deep, all the way in until he was pushing up against the back of his throat and his pubic hair rested against the man's lips.
Chris threw his head back, and said "Oh yeahhhhhhh...oh...yeah. GOD....GOD that feels good. That’s it...swallow my prick you cocksucker.....blow my prick and eat my wad.”
The other gang members were laughing, watching their leader as he pushed and pulled Talburg's head up and down over his cock. With the gag in place, holding his mouth open, he couldn't bite down and he couldn't stop what he was doing. Instead, he just felt it, felt the man's cock in his throat, up and down and in and out....thrusting continuously and with a vengeance. The tears came then....as he felt his balls and that vise crushing them....the pain so bad and in sharp contrast to the pleasure of the man who was fucking his face.
As Chris Harriman fucked Talburg's face, he stopped long enough to rotate the handle of the vise and screw the plates even closer together. The reaction was immediate, and as the man felt his balls being crushed, his entire body spasmed and he struggled like a madman. He tried desperately to sit up...to pull his face off of the cock he was throating, but the teenager behind him was still holding onto him, constraining him, and so his struggles did nothing but make them all laugh
The face fuck lasted about six or seven minutes, before Chris Harriman looked at the ceiling and began to grunt out his load. Of course, it all went down Talburg's throat...all of it, and he just came and came and came as he squirted out his huge load of goo. As he was doing so, he was grunting, saying "OH YEAH"....and "I’m CUMMING" and "SWALLOW IT...YEAH.....THAT'S IT--SWALLOW MY LOAD YOU FUCKER! ARGHHHHHHHHH!”
His orgasm lasted several minutes, and it just seemed to go on and on. Finally, spent, and VERY satisfied, he just held the man's head and left his cock inside. He stayed that way for several minutes, until his cock slowly grew smaller.....and then, satisfied, he popped his wilting cock free of the open mouthed man. After he did so, he reached down and stuffed it back into his pants, pulling up his underwear and jeans as if nothing had happened.
Chris was smiling though, and he beamed as he enjoyed the afterglow of sex. He reached down and fondled Talburg's pole, which had gone stiffer as he had been forced to suck the gang leader's cock. Still, Chris worked it more, to make it stiffer, almost as if he needed it hard in order to finish the castration. Soon it was hard...rock hard, hard and stiff and eager, and as he worked the man's pole he just ran his hand up and down the shaft.
For Chris Harriman, he was so satisfied, and he felt so good that he could have just sat there forever. But there was work to be done and a man to be castrated. So, instead, he slowly reached down and picked up Talburg's face again, and pulled him up, until he was seated again, once more upright and straight and still with his balls tight in the vise and his mouth drooling semen.
Then, leaning forward, so they were eye to eye he said "Thanks Donny Boy....I really enjoyed that. I hope you liked my wad....you sure swallowed it like a whore. Perhaps that would be a good job for you in the future, playing the whore and sucking cocks?" He grinned then, and made a motion for one of the other gang members to come forward.
With his nod, almost as if he had been waiting for the nod, the youngest gang member, a boy with strawberry blond hair, came forward, carrying another box, wrapped like the first in gold paper, like a Christmas present. As he did Talburg looked at it, the cum still dripping out of his mouth, and watched with wide eyes as the teenager approached him.
Chris spoke then, and said: "You know Donny boy...Billy here's just a kid...yeah...just eighteen and fresh and eager. Look at the fuzz on his lip...yeah...it's not much but hell he's working on it. He's just a virgin you know. Well, don't put it down though....yeah, because you know what Donny? Well, you see the kids got balls, and a big cock, and soon enough he's gonna be a lot more of a man than you ever will be again. Of course, he's a Scorpion, and he's a man. Soon, well, you're not going to be either. Perhaps Janet will do him a favor and take his cherry. We'll have to go see her and find out. I want you to think about that when I'm nutting you.
You know...we were friends, and I'd like to just rotate this handle and get it over with. But the problem with taking your nuts is that you aren’t that fond of them. You and I both know it's got to be done, and so I know that you have resigned yourself to it happening. Well, I'm not taking them quick...not for you I'm not. I want you to feel your castration, and I want you to remember this night forever. To make sure you do, I've brought you a little friend to help you get through it." He looked to the teen holding the box, and nodded then.
The blond youth smiled, and he pulled off the gold paper, and when he did the gang members gasped, collectively. In his hand there was a clear plastic cage, with tiny holes in the top and the sides. It wasn’t very big. It was just a square box, about eight inches side to side and eight inches tall. Just a clear, square box. Talburg stared at it, and his full attention was riveted on it. But it wasn't the cage that had his attention then. No, it was the scorpion inside, alive, and moving, a great big scorpion and it seemed to be very agitated.
The boy moved the cage up to where the traitor's lap was....next to the vise, and as he wiggled the cage the scorpion inside scampered around and tried to climb the walls. Then, without anything being said, the boy peeled off a piece of duct tape from the bottom of the cage, and in doing so he opened a hole in the very center. The hole was ringed with rubber, and the rubber ring formed a small elastic opening.
Chris took the cage then, and smiled, and then looking at the man who had turned traitor, he carefully, and slowly, put the cage up until it was resting on the tip of the man's quivering prick, that was jutting upward and bobbing to his heartbeat. Talburg's eyes opened in panic, and he rocked his head side to side and grunted out through his open gag, begging for mercy. Chris Harriman ignored him. Instead, slowly, he pushed down on the cage then, and let the man's cock pop through the rubber ring and into the hole, so that his stiff prick slid inside and was a part of the cage with the scorpion.
It jutted up inside, like a bald tree branch, and it quivered and pulsated as his heart raced with fear. Of course, for Donald Talburg it was a living nightmare, and he jerked his hips and fought as hard as he could to prevent it from being done. The man holding him gripped him tighter, steadying him, and as he struggled there was nothing he could do. The boy holding him reached around and pinched his tits, playing with the nipples and twisting them as his cock quivered and pulsated. The rubber ring in the bottom of the cage rested up against the base of his cock, gripping his shaft. It was tight, and it held his blood inside and kept his prick engorged and hard. With the elastic band around the base of his cock, his entire shaft grew thicker and the end flared large and purple. Slowly, as he watched, his quivering prick grew ever larger, and as it intruded into the cage the animal inside began to run around and around and around.
Talburg went ballistic...in total panic, and yet with his legs tied wide and his balls being crushed in the vise, he couldn't do very much but scream and jerk and twist. After he had lowered the cage all the way to the base of the man's cock, Chris Harriman took a bungee cord and secured the cage in place, bringing it up under the vise and around the top of the cage...so that no matter how hard the man struggled there was no way to get the cage off of his cock. For all practical purposes, the case and the scorpion were a part of his genitals.
Of course, he was in total, complete panic. Chris began to speak: "You know Donny boy....fucking a scorpion is a bad idea. Yeah...they don't like that...not at all...and when you fucked with me you fucked a Scorpion. And well, frankly, I don't know why you love fucking Scorpions so much, but I do think it's important that you learn that it is not a wise thing to do.”
The man's eyes were wide....the fear real, intense, and as he looked at the cage and watched the big scorpion flying around the cage he shook with fear. Suddenly, the Scorpion ran up the man's cock and then back down, and then it did it again and then one more time. As the creature's eight legs moved over his cock it went even harder, rock hard...jutting, and he grunted and gasped and stared and screamed.
Chris giggled. Then he turned the handle, and Donald Talburg screamed into his gag then, from the pain this time as it overtook his fear. His left ball exploded then, and the goo shot up and splattered across his thighs and pieces of his nut stuck to his pubic hair. It made a "twatht" sound as it popped, and it squished out so violently that the guts of his ball hit the bottom of the cage which added to the scorpions agitated state.
The man's eyes went wide...and he gasped, and the pain then from his groin was real and intense, and it shot up from his flattened nut with a vengeance. He felt his other ball on the verge....it too being crushed between the flat plates of the vise. Oh GOD! He bucked his hips and grunted. The scorpion felt his movement, and ran up his cock again, like he might run up a tree branch, and then stopped, and hesitated near the fat and glistening knob.
Chris said "I told you to look at me when I am castrating you.”
Talburg looked up, quickly, and just as he did he felt a pain in his cock that cannot really be described. He jerked his eyes back down then, to the cage, and to the creature, and he saw it was now pinching his cock! The animal had two giant pincers, and they were both now embedded in the meat of his dickhead, and the pain shot through his shaft and he bucked his hips and jerked like there was no tomorrow. Of course, with every movement he jerked the cage, and as he did so the animal twisted its pincers and gripped its prey.
He screamed, and shook his head back and forth, side to side, fighting the feeling as the thing pinched his cock. His eyes were wide, begging, and he slammed his buttocks up and down as far as his ropes would let him. He struggled violently, half castrated, fighting with total desperation to get loose and get free and to somehow be done with it. He screamed louder, a primal, begging scream, then he looked up at Chris Harriman and mumbled out his begging, babbling through his stretched and wide-open mouth. As he screamed, the remains of the wad he had swallowed drooled down his chin, and it glistened in the light of the room.
As they stared eyeball to eyeball Chris rotated the handle of the vise, one full turn, and as he did the plates came closer together. The man in the vise spasmed, and the bile rose in his throat. His remaining ball held...but it was being crushed and the pain shot through his soul! He gagged....swallowed his vomit, and his eyes were wide with fear and desperation. Talburg's entire body was shaking, and he fought with everything he had...trying to pull his legs together.....willing his cock to get smaller and somehow escape the cage.
Chris Harriman then said: "Tsk tsk tsk....Donny.....yeah...I can see that you are beginning to learn that fucking a Scorpion is not such a wise thing. You know, scorpions are predatory animals...and they normally feed on insects, spiders, and other scorpions. Of course, the big ones, like this guy here, they sometimes feed on lizards, mice, and even snakes. Yeah...guess they feed on cocks too.
You see, they locate their prey primarily by sensing vibrations, through little sensory hairs. On the tips of their legs they have small organs that detect vibrations, and well, I guess your little cock is vibrating right now like a son-of-a-bitch. Yeah....I'm sure to your friend here it probably represents a hell of a meal. Do you feel his teeth yet?”
Donald Talburg was ballistic. The scorpion was working the head of his cock, and the pain was driving him insane. It had moved up, to the very tip, and it began to bite into the tiny lips there, pinching into his glans at the same time. The feeling overwhelmed him and Talburg screamed! He screamed and screamed, and yet, he was powerless to prevent any of what was being done to him. Nobody else seemed to be in any hurry, and so the gang just waited as their mascot worked on the opening to Talburg's cock.
Fifteen minutes? Thirty? Who knows how long they watched and stared and laughed? Chris Harriman was in no hurry, that much was for sure. He waited.... watching.... savoring the struggles and the fear and the panic of the man who had turned traitor against them. As he sat there, with one ball popped and the other one on the verge of popping, that creature was working on his cock, playing with it, pinching it deep and hard and biting it again and again and again. It would pull out a pincer and grip a different spot, hard, and each time the pain shot through his entire body.
He stared at it....willed it to stop...but it just played on the end of his cock....biting into it occasionally, pinching it continuously as it stayed attached to it. The pain cannot really be described, and it consumed him. Even so, his cock stayed hard, very hard, stiff and eager, the rubber ring holding it and keeping it engorged with blood. Still, the gang was happy, watching their own brand of justice being played out, and they laughed and laughed and laughed as the bug chewed on the traitor's cock. All the time the man stared and watched and felt it, and as he did he screamed continuously, blabbering out his begging in an incomprehensible babble.
Finally, after some more minutes had passed, Chris Harriman had seen enough. Then he spoke: "I told you...I want you looking at me when I castrate you. I'm not going to do it until you are staring at me, and if that takes all day then so be it. I'm in no hurry. If you want it to end....look at me and I'll do you the favor and take your last ball.”
Donald Talburg looked up then, eye to eye, and he forced himself to stare at the man who was waiting to finish castrating him. He forced himself to stare, in spite of the feeling of the thing on his dick. His expression said it all...begging really...begging to be castrated so the nightmare could end. At that moment all he wanted in the world was for this to end and his ball to be taken. As he looked up and stared at the leader of the gang, he saw him grin, and then, slowly, as he watched, Chris Harriman began to close the handle of the vise...slowly...oh so slowly....a half turn...then another...and then, one more. The two men stared at each other. One was smiling, grinning really, and the other was screaming... grunting... straining with wide, fearful panicked eyes...staring like a madman stares, desperate, and almost insane as he felt his last ball being crushed. Suddenly, he felt it go....felt the deep pressure and then the feeling intensified a thousand fold as his last nut exploded like a bomb.
It too made a "twatht" sound as it popped, and as the guts of his last testicle squished out and splattered into his legs and impacted the bottom of the cage, the scorpion moved and tensed. Simultaneously, as his ball exploded, his dick erupted and cum just shot out of it like a fountain. It was his last orgasm, his body's final attempt to fertilize something, anything, as he lost his balls.
Who would have thought? He squirted his last wad with a vengeance, pumping out his goo and it splashed into the scorpion and then, as the creature moved, it blasted into the top of the plastic cage. He spurted under pressure, just like a fire hose, and as it was happening he grunted and grunted as he shot his wad. It was without doubt the most violent orgasm of his life, and he seemed to spurt forever as he emptied his final load from his now ballless cock. As Chris Harriman finished turning the handle, the big vise jaws came completely together, flat, and in doing so they crushed Talburg's balls absolutely and totally and forevermore, leaving them both empty and useless. The contents of his nuts were spewed out in all directions.
The scorpion didn't like it at all when the man's cock began to ejaculate, and as the cock pulsated and pumped out his goo the venomous arthropod reacted with a vengeance. It pulled back, and using its pincers to hold on tight and get a good purchase, suddenly it moved the last five segments of its abdomen, in a lighting fast striking motion. In a blur, the big tail slammed forward, over its back, driving the sharp, curved aculeus into the man's squirting cock, and injecting its venom directly into the traitor's cockhead in the process. It stung three times...bam..bam..bam....driving the sharp spike deep each time, squirting out its poison from its tail again and again and again.
The pain was instant, and incredible....the complex neurotoxin dumped into Talburg's engorged cock and then, literally and figuratively, the man's pole began to froth at the end, a mixture of semen and something else as well. The entire cock began to twitch instantly, and the cum turned to a foam that pumped out the end of his prick as it began to react to the toxins surging through it. The man bucked his hips and screamed as his cock burned as if it was on fire. As for his orgasm, it never really ended in the since of satisfaction. The pain just overwhelmed it, and took it from him even as he was squirting out his goo. Still, even so, as the pain took him he thrusted, wildly, the box with the scorpion in it riding up and down with the motions of his crotch.
Instantly the severe pain multiplied a hundred times, and then a hundred more, and after that he just started to babble and scream like there was no tomorrow coming.
Of course, the cock started swelling too, fast, just growing wider by the minute and stretching the skin in the process. As it twitched and he bucked his hips, the cage slammed up and down, and as it did the Scorpion stung again, and then again and again one more time. It literally was slamming its tail into the man's cock, puncturing it each time and in different places, driving more and more toxin into the tissue with each strike.
The cock swelled so fast you could see it. The skin stretched tight, and then tighter, and then it just split along the entire side, and as it swelled some more and it almost looked like it was turning inside out. It was bright red too, flame red, and it grew redder by the second as the toxin gorged through it. He screamed, a wild, primal, panicked scream, the scream of a ball-less man with a dying cock. The toxins that had been injected into it worked quickly...and they began to digest the prick from the inside out...killing the tissue and softening it up. It was all designed to make it easier for the creature to digest its prey....and it worked fast and it worked well.
Suddenly, the gang members started leaving...walking away then....leaving the neutered man and the scorpion to continue to get to know one another. Chris leaned over to him then and said "Donny boy...its time to leave you now....yeah...it is...time to go and I don't want to be here when your cock turns black. Make sure you keep your cop buddies off of us, cause if you don't, well, I'll have to come back and find you, and if that happens, today will seem like a picnic. One more thing....you leave town and go to Kentucky, and you stay there. Forever.
I took your balls.....and I've let you keep your cock. Of course, I think your little friend there has dibs on it so whose to say? Well, you fucked a scorpion and you got stung. I guess you should have expected that. You're not gonna die....at least not from this you won't. This species isn't lethal, and besides, that rubber ring will keep most of the poison within your cock. Not sure about your cock though....it pretty much looks done already. It's bright red now...but soon it will go black on you. Well, I guess you deserve that, so I'm happy for you there. Hey, don't look so worried....I'll let your cop friends know where you are....in the morning. I think you and your scorpion friend ought to at least spend the night together. It's your last chance to spend time with a Scorpion and you guys do seem kind of close. See you around…."
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