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"They raped my daughter, Mr. Matthews. I want revenge, and I understand you are the man to talk to." The waitress asked if we needed anything. Like any men talking about something important, we both simplys hook our heads no, then continued our conversation in hushed tones. "Exactly what do you need done?" I asked him. Not that I didn't already know the answer. I'd seen this before, and done plenty of similar jobs in the past. Husband/boyfriend/son/father's wife/girlfriend/mother/daughter has something happen to her, he wants revenge. I don't pass judgement, I just do the job if the money's right and the risk acceptable. "I want their balls," he whispered. "For four men? That will be expensive," I told him. "But can you do it? Money is no object." I sipped the coffee slowly. "I can do it, but..." I walked up to the house, composing myself along the way. It would be tough to pull this one off, but I'd done similar jobs in the past and knew I could pull off this one. I knocked, and a pledge answered the door. "Hello. I'm from National, I need to talk to..." I pulled the list out of my wallet. "Kevin Williams, Chad Rumple, Ryan Crumb, Tyson Carrington, and Benjamin Holden." "Uh, sure, come on in and I'll get 'em." His eyes were wide. He led me into a living room, generally well kept with some pizza boxes lying about. Two guys were watching basketball on the television. "Chad, this guy's here to see you." The kid who was evidently Chad Rumple turned around on the couch. "Huh?" he turned. The pledge ran off to get the others. Chad stood up and approached me. "I'm Chad." "Chad Rumple?" I asked. He nodded. "I'm here to see you, Kevin, Ryan, Tyson, and Benjamin." "What's goin' on?" he asked, but I could see from the look in his eyes he already knew. "I'd prefer to wait until I can speak to all of you about it together," I replied, my voice firm and steady. The other boys wandered in within a moment or so. Young fratboys, pretty decent looking. Kevin was the perfect all-American kid, blond, blue eyes, slender. Chad had a shock of red hair and was built thick like a football player - probably Irish. Ryan and Benjamin looked like wrestlers, Ryan darker complexioned and Benjamin lighter, both built like shit brickhouses, and Tyson was tall and skinny. "We need a room where we can talk alone," I told them. "Let's just go to the basement," Ryan suggested, and we headed down there. I had them pull chairs up to a table down there and sit down. I stood and faced them, keeping them waiting for a moment while I shuffled some papers around in the briefcase, allowing them ample time to get nervous. When I was ready, I stood and addressed them. "My name is Stephen Durandal, I represent the National committee. You boys seem to have gotten yourselves in some trouble." All five of them looked distinctly nervous. "I think we all know what you did, yes?" It wasn't really a question. "Look, sir, we were drunk, and..." one of them whined. "Stop." He shut up. "I'm not a lawyer and I'm not with the government. The facts seem indisputable that you did it; don't bother trying to convince me you didn't. Drunkenness is irrelevant, and since you're all underage would just make things worse. The matter at hand here is what we're going to do about it." "There's no way I can get each of them individually," I told him. "Even if I could get all four separately it would have to be in such a small timespan as to be nearly impossible." "You don't need to get them individually. I even have your cover story all prepared." He slid a manilla envelope across the table. I paused for a moment to let that sink in. "Rape is a serious crime, boys. If you get convicted, the mandatory punishment is chemical castration and at least five to ten years in jail. You know what they do to rapists in jail, especially young cute ones like you, don't you? You'll grow breasts as your balls shrink away to nothing, and in ten years, if you're still alive, you'll be released on to the streets, thirty years old with no skills beyond fast food, chubby and growing tits." Only three of them had watery eyes. I'm losing my touch, I thought to myself. "But there is another option." I paused again. Ten eyes stared at me, hopeful. "This fraternity takes care of its own. We will get the charges against you dropped and stricken from your records. No one will have to know - since this hasn't gone to the papers yet, not even your parents have to know, or your girlfriends, or friends, or anyone outside this room. We can even keep the girl quiet. No jail time, no prison sex to go with it. But there is a catch." I could see that I had all five of them hooked. "For us to do something like this, you will have to show us that you are truly sorry and accept our punishment. This is also an all-or-nothing deal; if any one of you balks out then you all do. No matter what happens, you do not speak to anyone outside this room of what has or will go on in this room. Is this clear?" "What's the punishment?" one of them feebly asked. "I asked if the terms were clear." I glared at him and he wilted under my gaze. "Yes, yes," they muttered. "The punishment is surgical castration." They moaned and rolled their eyes. "Boys, by modern societal standards you have already shown yourselves unable to control yourselves. The fraternity believes you should be castrated, but does not believe you must go to jail. Either way your testicles are history. Our punishment doesn't include jail or public embarrassment, and the reputation of the fraternity and your brothers is not tarnished. Our punishment won't ruin your life. You can even take small amounts of replacement testosterone so you won't get fat or grow tits. There is your choice. You have two minutes to decide." He bumped my coffee with the envelope and a little bit spilled. The stain went all the way through. I opened it and read - pictures of the four, their names, and a lie about an imaginary mandatory sentence for rapists. This seemed awfully fast of the guy - his kid supposedly just got raped last night. Must work fast. "So tell them they'll get castrated either way, eh? It might work." Actually, I was pretty sure it would. This would be interesting. I sat there and stared at them. It didn't even take them thirty seconds. "We'll...we'll do it your way," Ryan muttered, speaking for the group. Kevin and Tyson each had wet eyes. The others tried to look stoic. "The wise decision," I smiled. "Who will go first?" "What?" "Who will go first? Or shall I choose?" I reiterated. I don't deny I get off on this, which is why I always wear tight briefs when I'm doing a job like this - otherwise my boner pops out bigger than a circus tent. "You mean now? You're going to do it now?" This Ryan kid appeared to be their defacto leader. "Yes, now. How about you?" I addressed the other four. "Wait outside. Don't let anybody down here and don't tell anyone what's going on, or our contract is void. Is that understood?" They nodded and left the room." I turned back to Ryan, who was just standing there, shaking. "Take your clothes off, boy," I told him. He slowly disrobed, clearly trying not to cry, while I spread a sheet of plastic on the table and got my latex gloves on. I had him lay on the table on his back, legs spread and hanging over the edge, with a pillow supporting his lower back. "This may sting," I told him as I stuck him with the local anesthetic in a few places - all around his scrotum, the base of his penis. He kept glancing down at me working. "I'm told it goes faster if you just look straight up," I told him. That, and it kept him from seeing what I was doing... First I put a metal sound down his pisshole - these kids would lose more than their balls. Angry Father paid for that, but the rest I would do for myself. I placed the fan cutter around the corona of his penis, and pulled out on the handles. The fan cutter is so named because there are twelve blades arranged in a circle, such that when the handles are pulled the blades close the circle evenly, like a sphincter. The kid's cockhead came right off, and I pulled it off the sound and dropped it in the jar for later. Finally, I just stiched the skin up over it and into his pisshole, giving his now shortened cock a more squared end. Removing his testicles was similarly easy, just two slices down the sides, snip 'em out, and close up. The kid's balls went in a different jar, this one for the dad. Finally, one last cleaning, tape the kid up, and let him put his shorts on. With the bandages on, they wouldn't know about their cockheads being gone until tomorrow at least. I handed him a bottle of painkillers. "Take two of these now and go to sleep. It'll be a lot better for you." Fifteen minutes and the kid had gone from young stallion to gelding. I called for the next one and got Kevin. "Disrobe in the corner," I told him, and got ready for him. While shooting him up with the painkiller, I noticed a mole on the side of his dick. "Look for the one with a mole, Kevin. Do the worst to him," he told me. "Like what?" "Take home a trophy." I smiled. This would be my favorite. This kid got a deeper sound, and I didn't just take his head - I took almost the whole thing. He'd have nothing more than a stump left, a little lump with an empty bag hanging from it. The others would still be able to fuck, but all he'd get to use his for was rubbing it. I could barely control my own erection as I slid his cock off the sound. This was the most dangerous part; if he looked down to see his penis being tossed in a jar I'd have a hard time explaining that away. Lucky for me he just lay there looking straight up, jaw clenched, trying not to cry. Next was Tyson, the tall kid. He came in with a giant boner. "This turn you on, boy?" I asked him. He didn't answer but lay on the table obediently and spread his legs without being asked. "I asked you a question, son." "N...no, sir. I was trying to...jack off. One last time, sir," he cried. "Too bad, son," I said, sincerely, as I stuck him the first time with the painkiller. Sure I felt a little bad for the kid but that didn't change what I planned on doing. His penis was in good proportion to the rest of him - long and skinny. He got the same flat top the first kid had gotten, and once his batteries were out I was done with him. Chad was the next one. I could tell he'd gotten off just before, he still smelled of it and it was all over his hand and crotch. I wiped him down first but took an extra inch of his dick for punishment. Plop, plop, dunk. Finally came Benjamin, who walked in sporting one of the biggest boners I'd ever seen. He kept trying to watch. "It's better not to watch, son," I told him. I'd have to cut out his balls first since he wouldn't keep his head down. "I...I want to see," he said. "Why? You want to watch your balls come out?" "Y...yeah...and..." he stammered. "And what, boy? Your dick too?" I asked him. He let out all his breath with a single, "Yes!" I smiled at him and put the sound in. I liked it better when they were into it. He kept his hardon as the first ball came off. When I tossed the second in the jar he shuddered as he came. The kid had a great body; it was almost a shame for me to do this to him. "Last one of those you'll have," I told him. "I know," he muttered, breathless. I let him watch as I cut around the base of his cock. He wanted his dick gone, so I went into his groin a little - I'd leave a little of the root but nothing would protrude past his skin once he was all healed up. The kid was still in a little bit of shock from his castration and I thought he was about to pass out when I pulled his cock off the metal rod, but once I had him stitched up he seemed fine. "You know better than to tell anybody about this, don't you?" I told him. I didn't really care if he told anybody after I was gone but I needed to keep up the illusion. "No, of course not," he said. "Th...thank you!" he blurted out. "Good. Take these and go to bed." Once that last one was gone I washed up and got out of there as quickly as I could. I breathed a big sigh of relief as I pulled away from the house - now all that was left was to drop the car off at the rental place and meet Angry Dad for the rest of the cash and to show the proof that the job had been done. |