Haunted Mansion - Chapter 8

Poor Brett, champion baseball play for the university, is the next unfortunate victim of Corbin's sadistic ghost.

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Haunted Mansion - Chapter 8

Based on an original anthropomorphic story by Wyndfeld

The university’s star baseball player gets shorn of his manhood in Corbin’s old operating room. 

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The big man’s enormous shoulder muscles bunched and flexed beneath the thin cotton of his t-shirt as he adjusting the video camera’s focus onto the dull silver table top. Brett shivered, but not because it was particularly cold. He had been assigned to Corbin’s old operating room, and the stunningly handsome young baseball star couldn’t have imagined a room more sterile and foreboding. The bright lights showed a white and pale green tiled room that looked just like a surgery room in a hospital. Everything was very neat and tidy and clean, with gleaming steel surgical instruments lined up neatly in glass-fronted cabinets and laid out on silver colored trays. The very normalcy of the room only made it more frightening, for such a room did not belong in someone’s home. And when Brett reflected on the shocking and horrific events that must have taken place in this room, he couldn’t help but feel a mild but growing terror all his own. 

Kidnapped, abducted, or lured here by promises of money, sex, or drugs, ninety young men had been tricked, seduced, or forced to come to this house of horrors and give up everything that made them male before having their promising young lives cut short. Ninety men had been brutally tortured, mutilated, and then killed by Corbin Harper before the madman had been caught by the police. What could have made a person do such vile acts? Was it out of pure jealousy and spite? Brett didn’t think so, as every photo he’d seen of Corbin showed a very handsome and well-formed man. Perhaps the twisted murderer simply enjoyed destroying male beauty. Who could ever really understand the motivations of a killer who was hopelessly mad? 

The young muscle bull paced uncomfortably around the room. His feet and big legs were growing tired and sore, for he’d been pacing like this for the entire night. There were no chairs or other surfaces to sit on in the large sterile room… other than the big metal operating slab standing in the room’s center. Brett had kept his distance from that table all night, but as fatigue started setting in, he swallowed hard, edged up to the operating table, and sat his big muscular butt down on its stainless steel surface. 

Brett could feel the coldness of the metal through his jeans, and he shivered once again. He hauled his thickly-muscled legs up onto the table and laid down flat, looking up at the large overhead light and wondering how many of Corbin’s victims met their fate in this position. It was said that Corbin tortured and mutilated his victims in many of the mansion’s various rooms, but the police reports weren’t clear about what took place where. Brett was reasonably sure, however, that the operating theater must have been one of Corbin’s favored rooms. 

The young man found that he was even more weary then he had thought, for he found that his eyelids were soon drooping despite the cold steel hardness of the table. Brett was falling into that strange twilight between wakefulness and sleep, and he told himself that he’d just take a quick nap. Within minutes, the handsome stud was in a drowsy slumber. 

Brett snapped back to wakefulness in what felt to be just moments later. He awoke with a start, and was at first terrified that he’d fallen asleep in this creepy house. But then he chuckled to himself and went to sit up. And that’s when terror really struck. 

The horrified young bull instantly realized that he had been bound at wrist and ankle to the table, his arms flat at his sides and his legs slightly parted. All four muscular limbs were immobilized by heavy leather cuffs, and no matter how hard he pulled against them, it was clear that even his impressive strength would be no match against his bindings. Worse, Brett also realized that he had been stripped completely naked, his powerful and gorgeously muscular body on full and utterly defenseless display. The coldness from the table seemed to seep into his very heart, seizing it in an icy grip. 

As the young man thrashed frantically in a vain effort to break free, he saw that one corner of the room was inexplicably in dark shadow. The lights in the room were very bright, so that shadow simply should not have existed! The jock’s horror only grew with he saw a man slowly walk out of that shadow towards him. The man was in his mid 30’s, with dark hair and piercing dark blue eyes set in an extremely handsome face. A face that Brett had seen in dozens of photos — the cruel and amused face of Corbin Harper! 

The man was dressed in a formal dinner jacket and tie of a style more than half a century out of date, but looking no less dapper and immaculate for the age of his clothes. The handsome man also wore a malicious half smile on his dashingly beautiful face. His dark and sparkling eyes appraised the bound young muscle stud before him, and his growing smile showed his obvious approval. 

Brett was so paralyzed with terror that he could barely even whimper, barely even breathe, as he watched the older man walk right up to the table. Corbin paused for a few moments to drink in the sight of his latest gorgeous victim, and then reached out with both hands to grasp Brett’s more than ample genitals. The baseball hero gasped when Corbin’s fingers touched him, for the man’s hands were even colder than the table, and the young man felt like his junk was being encased in ice. One frigid hand grasped Brett’s extremely impressive limp cock, the famous ‘baseball bat’ that brought so many lust-filled fans to his baseball games, while the other hand clutched a pair of big, lemon-sized balls, rolling them around in their big hairy scrotum. 

The hand around Brett’s thick log of a cock began to slowly masturbate the flaccid pole. Despite himself, the young man felt his big cock begin to harden, and in just a matter of minutes he had a full blown erection. Very nearly a foot of thick and perfectly formed man meat arched powerfully out of the man’s crotch and over his flexing abs, a spectacular cock that was both massive and beautiful. 

Corbin continued to jack the young man’s huge cock as he pulled out an old fashioned straight-edged shaving razor. With an expertise born of many hours of practice, the older man began to delicately shave the golden blond hair off of Brett’s big scrotum, very carefully removing the hair without cutting or damaging the young man’s silky skin. Brett trembled uncontrollably in fear, especially with a deadly blade now playing over his precious nuts, but he could do nothing to stop him. Corbin briefly released Brett’s swollen meat pole to lift up his bloated nuts and shave their underside as well, then resumed masturbating that huge cock once the last hairs were removed from the young man’s heavy sac. 

Brett could feel the beginnings of an orgasm building in his loins, and he could see the first drop of clear precum emerge from the swollen tip of his huge cock. Somehow, despite his terror, the young man’s stud jock virility was being forced into overdrive by thoughts of his own pending mutilation and castration. 

Corbin released Brett’s throbbing horse cock and reached for one of the scalpels off of the nearby tray table, lifting it off the table and bringing it to bear on the captive muscle stud. Brett’s heart thundered even harder and faster in his chest as he watched the scalpel getting closer and closer to his naked groin, and he thought his straining heart might actually burst in his big chest. The young man still hadn’t made a sound, so terrified and transfixed was he on the blade approaching his manhood. 

The ghostly surgeon positioned the scalpel over the middle of the sac, and the blade split the skin effortlessly, almost like it was slicing through butter, forming a long vertical slit down the center of the scrotum. The blade was so sharp that the pain was surprisingly minimal, but the terror of seeing his nut sac filleted open only served to increase Brett’s terror, and a sudden dizziness washed over him as he saw his flesh part. Still, the young stud managed to remain conscious, and could do nothing but watch the mad surgeon continue his operation. 

For the first time in his life, Brett saw the whitish-gray walls of his own testicles exposed to the air. Corbin squeezed the back of the split sac and popped out the young man’s huge left ball, drawing out the big glistening orb a good 6 inches before the cords connecting the big ball to his body were taut. Corbin gently laid the first large ball down in the valley formed between Brett’s extremely muscular thighs before returning to the sac and fishing out the young man’s equally enormous right ball. It only took a matter of minutes, but soon both of Brett’s huge balls were free from their protective casing and resting heavily between his thighs, hanging almost halfway to his knees, while his emptied nut sac looked like some sort of deflated and discarded balloon. 

Corbin placed the bloodied scalpel back on the tray and then grabbed a pair of small surgical clamps. He delicately sorted through all of the various cords and tubes connecting Brett’s big left ball to his body and located the thick artery supplying the orb’s all-important blood supply. The wicked surgeon clamped off the blood vessel, choking off that nut’s oxygen and nutrient supply, before moving to the young man’s right ball and repeating the process. The other various cords and sperm ducts were left untouched. 

Pain began to build in Brett’s big balls almost immediately, as his huge baby makers were deprived of their customary blood supply. The pain mounted and grew until it felt like he was being repeatedly kicked in the nuts with each heartbeat. The young man knew that if these clamps were left on his balls for too long, his precious nuts would die even while they were still attached to his body. His terror escalated to even greater heights. 

Corbin now returned his attention to Brett’s still rock hard and throbbing bull cock, grasping it with both cold hands and expertly manipulating the enormous dick. Despite the agony growing in his slowly choking and dying balls, the extraordinarily pleasure in his cock was bringing Brett toward orgasm once again. The young man knew that when he came, he would be forfeiting his balls, but no matter how hard he fought against it, there was no stopping his mounting orgasm. Brett bucked and writhed against his restraints, trying desperately to break free before he came, but it was no use. He flexed every gorgeous muscle, holding back his orgasm by sheer will alone, but finally he could hold it back no longer. 

The first blast was a lush ribbon of splooge that slashed across his left pec and cheek before splashing wetly on the steel table a good two feet past his head. The second blast was just as enormous, painting a thick white line across his muscular right pec and massive right shoulder before slicing across the cold tabletop. 

What followed was one of the most intense and copious loads of the young man’s life. His huge cock just kept on throbbing and thrashing like some sort of primordial beast, coating and recoating his spectacular upper body with almost two dozen lashings of his extremely thick and rich cum. Brett’s torso was soon a complete mess, his body awash with his own cum and thick pools forming in the deep crevasses between his pecs and down the center of his cobblestone abs. 

Corbin continued masturbating Brett’s quivering pole until the final few spurts of cum blasted weakly out of his cock to add to the huge sticky mess coating his abs. The evil surgeon then released the young man’s cock and retrieved the bloody scalpel off of the nearby tray. The cruel ghost then wrapped his free hand around both of the young man’s big naked nuts, hauled them upward, and then placed the scalpel behind the bunched group of cords, tubes, and blood vessels that connected both of those powerfully virile balls to the stud’s gorgeous body. 

Time stood still as Corbin held his captive on the edge. The young stud’s manhood was in the palm of his hand, and at any moment, he would be making that upward slice that would end Brett’s days as a muscled jock stud forever. Corbin locked eyes with the terrified young man and smiled cruelly, savoring the handsome hunk’s very last moments as a man. 

With a sudden upward slice, Corbin cleanly severed every last connection between the huge grayish-white balls and Brett’s muscular body. At the same moment, the handsome baseball star finally let out a massive scream, and a single, final, huge gout of cum erupted from his cock to splash wetly across his already cum-drenched chest. 

Brett’s blue eyes were open wide and he was hyperventilating. The young man stared at his two naked, severed balls, dangling by their sliced cords in Corbin’s bloody hand. The evil surgeon reached forward and gently placed both big, heavy balls in the center of the young man’s muscular chest, where they rested in a thick and viscous pool of his own thick and clotted sperm. The wicked spirit smiled even bigger as he looked at those two big bull balls marinating in the young man’s final load, and as he backed away into the dark and shadowed corner, his cruel and malevolent laugh could be heard echoing throughout the operating room.