Castration Warehouse -- Original Version

Hello all! 

Yes, I'm still here, even though my postings have become rare. I actually have nearly a dozen stories to post, but I've been distracted with other things. So my apologies for not being more frequent with my posts. 

And before I post a NEW story, I thought it might be fun to post the original version of the "Castration Warehouse" series. As you can see, I expanded the original A LOT. :D

---Jayse

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CASTRATION WAREHOUSE (MMMMM/M)

Posted by RackTheSack on Sun, Dec 13, 2009, 9:58 AM. 

This is one of my darker stories. If you don't like the extreme, move
on. Comments and suggestions are always welcome: rackthesack@comcast.net.

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She was driving in the middle of nowhere. Most of the buildings were
abandoned and dilapidated, but she kept looking for the address
written on a small PostIt note. She eventually came upon the address
she sought. In contrast to its surroundings, this building from the
outside was very well maintained.

She pulled into the empty parking lot. If there was anyone in the
warehouse, their cars were nowhere to be found. She parked the car
and opened the door tossing her keys into her purse at the same time.

There was a windowless door, along side of which was a small speaker
box with a button. She pressed the button, and shortly a manÃs voice
asked, "How may I help you?"

"I have an appointment that I made earlier today," she replied. There
was no response, but after several moments, the door opened. She was
greeted by a very muscular man with a blond crew cut. He had a
handsome face and was well-dressed. His clothes were loose-fitting,
but his bulging muscles could not be hidden. "Mrs. Daniels?"

"Yes, I'm Veronica Daniels. I'm sorry that I am a few minutes early."

"My name is Mitch, Mrs. Daniels, and your early arrival is no problem
at all. If you follow me, I'll take you to Jessica's office." He
held the door open for her, and then led her down a hall. They made a
turn and arrived at an office door. Mitch knocked lightly, and a
woman's voice from inside gave him leave to enter. Mitch gave the
knob a turn, and led Mrs. Daniels into the office. As they entered, a
middle-aged woman behind the desk stood up and began to approach.

"Mrs. Daniels," said the woman, "my name is Jessica - you spoke with
me earlier on the phone." She held out her and hand the two women
shook. "You can drop the Mrs. Daniels and call me Veronica." Jessica
gave a slight nod of acknowledgement.

"Will you ladies require anything else?" Mitch politely inquired.
Jessica replied, "No, Mitch. Please close the door behind you."

"Please sit down, Veronica." Jessica motioned toward one of the
chairs on the opposite side of the desk. She obviously knew why
Veronica was sitting across the desk from her, but nonetheless, she
asked, "So how can I help you, Veronica?"

"I discovered a few weeks ago that my my husband is having another
affair. This has happened many times before, and I am tired of
forgiving him. I mentioned my frustration to a girlfriend of mine,
and she gave me the number of a friend of hers who had the same
trouble a few years back... One of your clients, I believe... I
spoke with her yesterday on the phone. She recommended I contact you,
and after sleeping on it... Well, that's why I am here."

Jessica reclined in her chair just a bit, and sighed, "Well, we offer
a variety of services to assist a woman in your... uh...
circumstances. Of course, there is a cost. Our most basic service
includes one of my men inflicting severe cock and ball torture for
about an hour. This is done here at our facility. The cost is
$5,000, and includes transportation of your husband from your home,
and his return."

Veronica's eyes narrowed and her brows furrowed a bit, "What is your
most expensive package?"

Jessica smirked, "I see... Why don't you follow me..." Jessica stood
and started walking to the door, and Veronica followed.

After a short walk, they came to another door that opened into a very
large room. The ceiling rose up the full two-stories of the building.
The walls were lined with wavy-cut foam to make the room nearly
sound-proof. On the far wall was mounted a peg board about an inch
from the wall. It was at least 10 feel wide and held a wide variety
of sadomasochistic devices, some of which Veronica had never seen before.

From the ceiling were several pulleys, a sling, and scattered about
were several pieces of bondage furniture. This was a very
well-equipped dungeon. While Jessica watched, Veronica slowly walked
around the room. She was amazed. While she was aware of BDSM, she
had no experience with it.

Veronica reached into her purse, and found a pack of cigarettes and a
lighter. "May I?" inquired Veronica.

"Of course... Well, Jessica, this is where your husband's castration
will take place. Since you asked for our complete package, I have to
assume that you want your husband castrated?"

"Yes..." Veronica sneered as she took a drag on her cigarette, "but I
don't want you to just cut off his balls - I want him to have plenty
of time to think about it. I want him to suffer."

Jessica continued, "The complete package includes castration, but
this, happens only after several hours of torture. Most men who are
fated to endure our complete service begin begging to be castrated
after an hour or so, but the session will last at least six. If your
husband passes out, he will be revived, and the session will continue.
I must warn you that it will be quite excruciating. Are you sure you
have thought this through?"

Veronica replied, "Oh, yes. I have had years to think this over, but
I suppose I should ask exactly what you mean by excruciating?"

"We can, of course, accommodate most special requests, but the
Cadillac plan begins with your Husband stretched spread-eagle,
standing in the middle of this room. We use i-hooks bolted into the
floor and ankle restraints to keep the legs spread, and our pulleys
and wrist restraints to spread out the arms." Jessica pointed out the
bolts and pulleys.

"On the night of your choosing... While you are on a girl's night
out, two of my best men will enter your home after your husband falls
asleep. They will inject him with a sedative. The dosage will depend
on how far we need to transport your husband. My men are very good at
this, so you can be assured he will not wake up until we are ready."

As Veronica began to smile and puff on her tobacco, "Before he
revives, my men will strip him and shave his cock and balls, and then
string him up. After he regains consciousness, he will be left alone
for several minutes, so that he can ponder his predicament. Five of
my men will enter. Before the torture begins, it will be made clear
to your husband that his hours of torment will end in his castration,
and that this is payback for his infidelity."

"My men will begin with a long session of electro torture. This
inflicts severe pain, but does not damage the testicles, and is solely
to make your husband suffer. From there, he will endure a variety of
cock and ball abuse - nothing to do permanent damage, yet. He will
also be tortured in a variety of other ways as well, but the focus of
the torment will be on his balls."

Veronica grinned from ear to ear.

"During the session, your husband will be repeatedly raw fucked by my
men simultaneously with the torture - all of my men are very well
hung, so this will not only be humiliating, but also painful. My men
will be prohibited from having an orgasm for one full week before your
husband's session: this ensures that my men can cum multiple times,
that their cocks will be rock hard for their first fuck, and that
their first load is as large as possible."

"The punishment will get progressively more intense, and his balls
will begin suffering damage. To accomplish the nutting, my man,
Mitch, who you met earlier, will use a bullwhip - he is very skilled."

"Your husband will then be drugged, cleaned up, and returned to your
home. He will be placed back in bed as we found him. Since you will
stay over at your girlfriend's home, you will have complete
deniability, and your husband will have no way to know about our
little warehouse."

"The cost of this service is $80,000."

Veronica took the final drag on her cigarette, and put it out in the
ashtray that Jessica offered earlier. "This is more than I could have
hope for - you have a deal." They discussed details and then parted
company.

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Mitch watched on the video monitor as Jack began to regain
consciousness. Jack was a very good looking man. He was tall and
fit. He obviously worked out, but he was not overly muscular. As
things became clearer and clearer, he struggled against the restraints
to no avail. His face showed emotions of shock and disbelief. He
looked around, and began to cry out for help.

The other men were at a table in the same room with Mitch. All were
butch, muscular types. They played cards to pass the time. Mitch
gave them the five minute warning. All five were in jeans and tight
t-shirts.

The door to the dungeon opened, and the five men streamed in. "What
do we have here?" quipped Mitch. Jack thanked God and asked for help
to free him from his bondage. "Jack, my friend, you are right where
we want you." You could see by Jack's expression that he was shocked
to realize this man knew his name, but he did not recognize any of
these men. The fear began to fill his mind.

The five men walked toward him. All had a look of anticipation. Jack
struggled more urgently as they approached. The leather cuffs on his
ankles and wrists were tight and the thick ropes gave no wiggle room.

The men circled Jack, and started fondling him. They squeezed his
ass, played with his nipples, pulled gingerly on his cock, and rolled
his balls in the palm of their hands. There was no excitement on
Jack's part. Despite the gentle treatment, Jack was not aroused - he
was terrified that these five men were going to rape him.

Mitch observed, "Jack, my man, you're not getting hard at all..."
Jack could only think, what the fuck? "You know... some guys that
come through here get off on this kind treatment. Maybe they're
bisexual or closeted faggots. Good looking guys like us... paying
attention to their bodies... But not you. Your little prick shows no
interest at all."

Jack didn't have a little prick. It was larger than average, uncut,
and thanks to the men shaved smooth. Jack also had a nice set of nuts
that dangled free and loose.

All Jack could think of was that these five men apparently did this
sort of thing on a recurring basis. He was terrified.

As the men continued to massage his body, Mitch grabbed a copper dildo
from the peg board. It was only 7 inches long and rather thin.
Jack's eyes grew wide with apprehension as he felt a lubed finger
enter his asshole. Mitch greased Jack up very gently, and then slowly
and carefully inserted the copper dildo. Jack had no idea that this
was a special kind of gel.

Mitch then grabbed an electro ring from the peg board. The others
stopped caressing Jack and stood around intently watching as Mitch
pulled back Jack's foreskin. He put the band around the base of
Jack's cock head after lubing it up with more of the gel that
facilitated the conductivity of electrical stimulation.

Jack's expression was one of mortification. He thought he knew what
was going on, but he wasn't sure. When Mitch attached a tens unit to
the dildo and the band on his cock, there was no doubt.

Mitch turned on the unit, and applied a gentle current. He didn't
want to hurt Jack - not yet. Regardless of Jack having no interest in
these five musclemen, the stimulation to his prostrate and cock had
its intended affect. In a very short time, his dick was hard as a
rock and throbbing in conjunction with each jolt from the tens unit.
Mitch slowly decreased the interval, making the gentle shocks come
more quickly.

Jack was incensed that these guys could make him react this way. How
could this make him hard? He was engorged, so much so you could
hardly tell anymore that he was uncut.

As Jack's cock throbbed and bobbed from the e-stim, he was horrified
to watch as the five men began to strip. Jack was began oozing
precum, which dripped in a stringy stream to the floor.

Since they only wore jeans and a t-shirt, the five men were quickly in
the buff. Jack's mind was reeling. He was being electrically
stimulated, and knew he was about to cum. At the same time, he was
horrified that these five men were now naked while he as hopelessly
restrained and completely naked. Of course, Jack had no idea of what
was really going to happen.

Mitch stood in front of Jack. His crew cut, masculine features, and
built frame made Mitch the kind of man who every woman wanted, and the
kind of man who imitated most other men. He was completely waxed -
not a hair anywhere, and he was very well-hung even flaccid. His
muscles were veiny.

"There we go..." Mitch observed. Jack's body began to twitch as he
shot a huge load. Mitch caught the spooge in the palm of his hand as
one of the others turned off the tens unit. Mitch instructed Jack to
eat his own cum as he held the juice in the palm of his hand directly
in front of Jack's face. When Jack pressed his lips together and
shook his head, Mitch rammed his knee into Jack's crotch. A look of
shock came over Jack's face, and as his mouth opened to gasp in the
wake of the pain radiating from his nuts, Mitch swiped the cum into
his mouth. Mitch grabbed the back of Jack's head with his left hand,
and used his right to pinch off Jack's nose and close his mouth.

Jack gagged and thought he was going to throw up. "Swallow! Or I'll
ram my knee into your balls again." Jack had no idea that his balls
were doomed, but he would begin getting a glimpse of his future very
soon. Regardless, under threat of another ballbust, Jack swallowed
the salty fluid, and Mitch released his grip on Jack's head.

Mitch picked the tens unit up off the floor and turned it back on.
Jack was already soft after his orgasm, but as the stimulation began
again, his prick slowly came back to attention.

As Jack's cock came back to life, "So, Jack, I have it on good
authority that you are cheating on your wife." Jack's eyes were wide
with surprise. How could this guy not only know his name, but also
know that he was stepping out on Veronica? What the fuck? And how is
my cock throbbing up another cumshot from this electrical stimulation?

"Jack... In case you haven't figured it out yet, you are in the
depths of the seventh level of Hell. You're wife is tired of your
dalliances, and she has decided that you don't deserve those pathetic
balls of yours."

Jack's mind was reeling again. His cock was twitching, and this naked
bodybuilder is telling him he was going to be castrated. Why are
these four other naked guys just standing around watching his cock
twitch and throb.

As Jack began to protest, "Jack, my friend, I told you that you were
in Hell because we aren't going to just cut your balls off - we going
to torture them mercilessly for several hours until your balls are mush."

Jack was terrified, but regardless of his fear, the e-stim made him
blow another load. This one was much smaller than the first. One of
others wiped up the load from the floor. Another turned off the tens
box. Another removed the band and dildo. Meanwhile, Mitch returned
with some goodies.

"Now that we have drained your balls, they should be very sensitive."

As Jack struggled against his restraints, Mitch began to tie up Jack's
balls. Jack repeatedly asked what they were going to do to him, as
Mitch wrapped a rope around the upper part of his sack at the base of
his cock. He then wound the rope around each ball to split them and
push each nut into the bottom of his scrotum.

While Mitch prepared Jack's sack, he explained to Jack what was going
to happen: "So, Jack, my friend, as I said we drained your balls so
the agony will be exquisite. I'm trussing up your baby makers, so we
can fry them. How does that sound for starters?" With that, Mitch
began wrapping copper wire around Jack's left nut. After a few times
around, he twisted off the ends, and then did the same to the right
nut. Mitch hooked up each wire to a professional stimulation device
used by physical therapists - it packed a far greater punch than the
tens unit. All the while, Jack protests and begs.

Ignoring Jack, Mitch set the device to 20-percent and the interval to
2-seconds-on, 2-seconds-off. He flipped the switch, and Jack
screamed. Unlike the tens unit, this hurt like hell. His body
strained against his restraints as the current coursed through his
balls. "Jack, stop screaming. It's only at 20-percent - we have
quite a ways to go before we reach the maximum current."

One of the other men grabbed a violet wand from the peg board, walked
around in front of Jack, and plugged the wand into an outlet on the
floor. He turned it on, and approached Jack with a greedy grin. He
dialed it to full power, and began with Jack's nipples. "And see,
Jack, one of my colleagues here has some other fun for you." Mitch's
cock twitched as he watched the sparks arc from the wand to Jack's
tits. "Let's crank up the juice on your balls, Jack. And take a
look, Jack, my other colleagues have some more torment for you."

Mitch cranked the unit up to 30-percent.

Two others now stood on either side of Jack with tazers. Jack looked
on in horror. They randomly used them on Jack's arms, thighs,
asshole, and anything else that suited their fancy. Jack jumped and
jerked as the men laughed and taunted.

Mitch cranked the unit up to 50-percent, "More juice for your balls,
Jack. You're half way there."

Jack was screaming, crying, and begging. He genuinely was in hell,
and thrashed against the restraints. Through the pain, he saw the
last of the five muscular men off to the side with a bottle of lube.
He was rubbing his cock and playing with his balls. Before long, this
man was rock hard, and started walking over to Jack, eventually taking
up position behind him.

Jack could feel the cock rubbing in the crack of his ass. The man
just stood there with his prick pressed firmly between Jack's ass
cheeks, and with each twist and turn of Jack's body responding to the
jolts of electricity, this man's weasel got a nice workout. Jack knew
that it wouldn't stop there - he knew his ass was going to be fucked.

Mitch now set the machine to 70-percent, "70-percent now, Jack. I'm
frying your nuts, man. But we are not done with you: my friend
behind you is going to ram his cock up your ass. You ever been fucked
by a man before, Jack?" Jack screamed.

Now completely engorged, the man behind Jack rammed his cock into his
tight ass. Jack almost didn't care with everything else going on, but
the powerful thrusts just added to the pain, and even more to the
humiliation.

Mitch cranked the unit to full power, "Full power, Jack." Jack was
writhing in pain, and his body was covered with sweat. The agony was
unbearable. The men with the tazors continued their assault as Jack's
balls endured the full current of the machine in front of him. The
man with his cock up Jack's ass just stood still now while Jack did
all the work as we bucked and shook from the pain.

All the men continued their torment. To Jack, it was coming from all
sides, but the pain to his balls was at the forefront. After about
4-minutes of his balls being blasted at full power, Jack passed out.

While Jack was out, the men toweled him off. Mitch released Jack's
balls while one of the others passed out cattle prods to everyone.
Jack came to with some smelling salts. In his daze, he immediately
noticed that all five men surrounding had prods. This wasn't a dream.
Jack renewed his pleas for mercy.

Mitch began working Jack's cock. He applied the prod to his shaft and
also his head. Mitch would dig one of the electrodes into Jack's piss
slit, and the other into the sensitive head. Another began working on
Jack's balls, cupping them in his hand and then digging the electrodes
deep into one of Jack's balls. The others randomly chose parts of
Jack's body and applied the prod. Jack was jumping around again,
screaming bloody murder. This went on for some time, but the men
finally stopped.

Tears streamed down Jack's face, and he was breathing fast and heavy.
He begged the men for mercy, even though he knew that there was more
to come.

Jack saw another of the five lubing up. He knew he was going to get
fucked again. The others watched and sneered as Jack was brutally
fucked. Since the others were not torturing him, all he could focus
on was the humiliation of having another man's cock up his ass while
these others looked on.

Mitch let the fucking continue for several minutes, "I'm sorry, Jack.
No one is paying any attention to your balls. I don't want you to be
disappointed." Mitch stood squarely in front of Jack now. He put
both of his palms on Jack's chest to steady his stance. He slowly
moved his knee up toward Jack's vulnerable balls. "Just taking aim,
Jack. I wouldn't want to miss my target." As Mitch cocked his knee
for the first blow, Jack started screaming, even before the first impact.

As Jack was forced forward slightly by each thrust into his ass, Mitch
drove his knee deep into Jack groin, connecting with Jack's balls each
time. Most of the time, it was Mitch's kneecap that hit his target.
This guy behind Jack knew how to fuck, and continued to pound the shit
out of him. Mitch grabbed Jack's head and forced it down, "Come on,
Jack, watch me ram my knee into your nuts." Eventually, the thrusts
were deeper and slower as Jack's ass was filled with another load of cum.

With his hole now stretched out for the second time and no cock in his
ass to keep it in, the two massive loads started to drip out of his
crack and down his inner thigh. The men let the humiliation sink in,
and Mitch ceased his attack on Jack's balls. They cleaned him up, and
prepared for the next torment.

Jack's arms and legs were now hurting from the prolonged restraint,
but that was of little concern to the musclemen.

Mitch went to the peg board and selected a flogger. He tossed it to
one of the other men. He selected 3 more and tossed them to the
others. He then chose one for himself.

Jack just whimpered and begged for his torment to end. He pleaded
with Mitch to just get it over with. He even brought himself to ask
to have his nuts cut off if that would end his suffering. "Sorry,
Jack. I can't make this easy for you." Mitch examined Jack's ball
sack. "Not any real damage yet, but I bet these little boys are sore,
aren't they. Alright guys, time to scramble some eggs."

Two men took up station on either side of his back. The three others
were positioned in front of him. As Jack continued to beg for mercy,
the flogging began. His ass, back, and chest were the focus of three
of the men. The other two tag teamed his cock and balls alternating
back and forth.

Jack's package just bounced around helplessly as he received each
blow. You could hear the leather slap at Jack's skin, and as Jack
began to sweat profusely, the smack of the floggers took on a more
ominous sound. Jack just watched his body was belted by these naked
men with their cocks flopping about as they delivered his punishment.

After ten minutes, Jack's back, ass, and chest were welted red. Mitch
halted the flogging temporarily to inspect Jack's ball sack. Just the
touch of Mitch's hand was painful. Mitch wanted to gauge the damage
thus far. Jack's balls were beginning to swell and were bright red,
but Mitch was not satisfied, "Alright guys, you three take a break
while we step it up a notch on his cock and balls." They began again
with increased viciousness, putting their whole bodies into each blow.
Jack strained against his restraints. Another of the men who had not
yet violated Jack's ass started to lube up his cock and positioned
himself behind jack to give him another good ass fucking.

As Mitch and his partner took there best shots at Jack's swollen balls
and flaccid cock, the other began pounding Jack's ass. It was the
most ruthless fuck yet - very violent. It wasn't long before Jack's
hole was the recipient of another hot load. Jack could feel the throb
of the orgasm. After he pulled out, the cum started dripping down as
Jack's balls continued to be pummeled.

Once again, Mitch stopped the flogging to inspect the damage. As Jack
whimpered, Mitch examined the balls rolling them around in his hand.
"How are you doing, Jack? Guys, we have more work to do before the
nutting." Jack let out a very loud scream and began to bawl like a child.

"Alright, guys, let's begin the canning." This met with another loud
cry from Jack. One man gathered the floggers and returned them to the
peg board. Another moved a tall cylindrical canister close to Jack.
The canes were inside, soaking in alcohol.

"Alright, Jack, I'm going to noose these up so I have a good target."
Mitch took a short length of rope which he used to noose up Jack's
balls. He wound it several times around the sack forcing his balls
together and at the bottom of his sack, and tied it off. Mitch then
took four more longer lengths of rope, and threaded them each through
the noose. He then secured two of the ropes to two bolts in the
floor. Pulleys were used with the other two. When complete, Jacks
balls were pulled four ways, forward away from his body. His limp,
lifeless cock sagged off to the left side.

Each man went to the cylinder and selected a cane, and then took up
the stations they had before. One would cane Jack's ass, one his
back, one his chest, and Mitch and his the final man would focus their
attention on Jack's stretched out balls.

"Let's do some damage," and the caning began. You could hear the
canes move through the air and then the thwack when it connected with
Jack's skin. Jack began to scream again, but his voice was growing
horse as his ordeal continued. Tears flowed freely as Jack's head
slumped to the side almost resigned to his fate.

Soon, Jacks red welted skin turned black and blue. Not long after,
blood began to bead. The men paused briefly to get freshly soaked
canes, and then the caning resumed. The alcohol added to the pain now
that the skin was breached.

After several more minutes of caning, Mitch paused the punishment to
inspect Jack's balls. Jack sobbed. Mitch examined the sack and
applied pressure to each ball with his thumb and forefinger which
brought forth deep groans from Jack. "We are making good progress
here, Jack, but we have to dish out some more." Jack wailed and
pleaded, but Mitch had a job to do. Ignoring Jack, "Your balls are
nicely swollen, but not enough. Your sack is black and blue, but not
completely."

Jack continued to cry and plead. "You guys can take a rest," and then
to one of the men specifically, "and you haven't fucked him yet, so
lube up while we soften up his balls some more." Mitch and the other
got fresh canes while the other lubed up his cock. After this fuck,
only Mitch was left to plough Jack's hole.

The caning resumed as Jack moaned. He wasn't even crying any more -
there just weren't any tears left. As Mitch and his partner
mercilessly caned Jack's balls even more, his ass was being reamed.
Jack's ass was sloppy wet. Shortly after the man climaxed, Mitch
again examined Jack's balls.

They were now completely black and blue, and there were a few spots
were blood was beading through the skin. His sack was swollen to
nearly double its size - it looked like Jack had a saline injection.
Mitch was pleased, and the men put away their canes.

The men now formed a line behind and to the left of Jack. The first
man to fuck Jack was first in line for seconds, and Mitch was at the
end. "Jack, we're gonna load you worthless ass up with more juice -
give your balls a rest before I destroy them." As the first man
forced his cock into his sloppy hole, Jack turned to look at the line.
The four other men were intently watching his hole being used.

As soon as one man finished, the next man plunged in. The cum now
served as an excellent lubricant. As each one finished, they took a
folding chair from the wall beside the peg board, and planted
themselves in front of Jack getting ready for the finale.

Jack was at least fortunate that it was the second time for the first
four. They weren't quite as hard or aggressive the second time
around. The downside, however, was that it took them much longer to
cum. Now it was Mitch's turn.

Mitch pounded Jack's ass. Jack just moaned as Mitch took his sweet
time. Mitch had great control, and held back as long as he could
before blowing another wad of cum in Jack's ass. Mitch wasn't gay: he
got off on the fact that this straight man was being repeatedly
violated. Jack's sobbing was music. Mitch growled as he shot his
load. As soon as Mitch pulled out, the multiple loads of seamen ran
out of Jack's sore ass. This time, mixed with blood - they tore his
hole apart.

The other four were all seated now playing with themselves in
anticipation of what was to come. Mitch took his bullwhip off the peg
board and now stood in front of Jack. He cracked the whip a few times
as Jack sobbed. "It's almost over, Jack."

The unique sound of the whip flying through the air was scintillating
for the seated men. They continued rubbing their cocks and passing
the lube around. Mitch was like a machine. Every five seconds the
tip of the bullwhip connected with its target. Jessica was right:
Mitch had perfect aim, and every shot tore at Jack's aching ball sack.

The four guys were in ecstasy. They loved their work especially when
they could go all the way and destroy their victim's balls. It was a
power rush.

After forty or so slashed with the whip, blood started to flow freely.
Mitch just kept on going. There was no stopping: every five seconds,
Mitch hit his target.

Blood was dripping everywhere now. Three of the four shot their third
load of the day. When Mitch delivered the next blow, there was a
gruesome sound. Jack's ball sack was finally shredded, and his
testicles fell out. As they did, the fourth man came.

Mitch paused briefly. Even though he wasn't playing with his cock, he
was rock hard. Delivering this kind of punishment was a complete
sadistic turn on. He now targeted the right testicle as it dangled
grotesquely from Jack's bloody scrotum. With the tenth lash of the
whip, the cord snapped, and Jack's nut slid across the room.

Now, Mitch started on the left one. Fortunately for Jack, it took
only four lashes finish off that one off. As the ball fell free,
Mitch trembled in pleasure as he shot a hands-free load.

None of the men were sure when Jack passed out. He was not conscious
for the final slash of the bullwhip, but he screamed bloody murder
when he lost his right nut. The men injected him with another dose of
sedative to make sure he remained unconscious, and released him from
his bonds.

They cleaned up his broken body, and one of the men stitched up Jacks
sack as best he could. It was badly damaged - all he really wanted to
do was stop the bleeding. It didn't have to be neat.

The men cleaned up and got dressed as Jack lay unconscious on the
floor. The door opened. Jessica had watched the entire ordeal on
closed camera TV. She was pleased with the men's work.

She gave each man an envelope inside of which was $10,000 in cash.
Good pay for a day's work, and work they all enjoyed.

Jessica selected two of the men to return Jack's body to his home.

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A week later, Jessica's phone rang. She sat up straight at her desk,
and allowed the phone to ring three times before picking it up.
"Hello, how may I help you?"

"I would like to speak with Jessica, please."

"This is Jessica."

"I'm an acquaintance of Veronica Daniels. She was very pleased with
some work you did for her, and she suggested I work with you on a
problem I'm having with my husband. Could you meet with me today?"

"Of course. Would 2pm work for you?"

"That would work perfectly, Jessica."