Unknown Assailant

Weekend's use to find me in the baths and a number of popular bars, where I was able to drain my balls dries. After the Aid's scare, and the baths closed, my action dwindled to an occasional blowjob in the subways and my trusty right hand. Because of my stressful job, and not getting the action I needed, I was always in a constant state of horniness. I got a lot of looks at the office, when I'd walk by various cubicles with a hardon in my pants, I mean even when soft, I showed a big bulging packing between my legs.

I got home late one night and picked up my mail, noticing a letter with no return address. Once I got upstairs, I opened it thinking it was just another piece of junk mail, except it had a first class stamp.

When I opened it and started reading I had to set down, I was so shocked. It was a typed letter, detailing my daily routine and telling me how hot the person who wrote me, thought I was. They referred in detail the lewd things they'd enjoying doing to my cock and balls if they were ever given the chance. It scared the hell out of me, to think someone had been paying that much addition to me, but at the same time it was kinda a turn on.

I went into the bathroom and jerked off, while re-reading the letter again. I had trouble sleeping that night, and woke up several times, dripping wet, with a raging hardon. I was somewhat rattled the next morning, and looked at everyone all through the day, to see if I'd recognized anyone, who may have been stocking me throughout the day. I didn't have a clue, and then the following week, I got another letter in the mail. It described my week even down to my jerk off sessions. I really freaked out over that one. I searched the bathroom and bedroom, but found nothing. I began jumping at shadows and by the end of the week I was a wreak. My concentration at work had slipped and my work began to suffer. My boss called me into the office and wanted to know what was going on. I told him the stress must be getting to me, and he suggested I take a vacation. That sounded like a great idea and I told him I'd make vacation reservations, if he could find someone to fill in for me until I returned. He said that wouldn't be a problem, just make the reservations.

I made arrangements that afternoon for a nice two week Caribbean vacation and went home feeling great. The next week, my work improved and I left everything in pretty good shape. The night before my flight, there was another letter in my box. I began to shake, as I opened it and began to read. Whoever was writing me, wished me an enjoyable vacation and told me to relax and get a good all over tan, especially my cock and balls.

I arrived at the hotel, and had my baggage carried up by a very handsome bellboy. He wanted to know if there was anything else he could do for me and on impulse, I asked him what he was doing once he got off duty. He surprised me when he said nothing special, and he'd be more than happy to be at my service. So we made a date for later on that night, and I went down, ate, laid by the pool for a couple hours and then went up and took a short nap. I had just stepped out of the shower and was drying off when there was a knock on the door. When I opened the door, I was left breathless, standing before me was one good looking hunk. He'd taken his shirt off and was only wearing a pair of tight thongs. He entered, shut the door, grabbed the towel and dropped it to the floor and was down on his knees and sucking on my cock, before I could say a word. He was an experience cocksucker, but still had trouble deep throating me. Finally, I was able to pull him off my cock, and move to the bed, where he dropped his thong, delighting me with a nice long uncut cock and low hanging balls in a hairless sac. We fell on the bed into a sixty-nine position and in no time had climaxed together. We spent the entire evening in bed and I had to admit when he left in the morning, both my cock and ass were worn out. He left me sleeping and returned to work. Later on that day when I came down to grab a bite to eat, I ran into him and asked him if he was interested in a repeat performance. He smiled and pulled my hand over his crotch and asked me what did I think. I was surprised to find a hard bulge, straining to get out of his pants.

We made plans for later on that evening. And so it went the entire two weeks. I never did get out to tour the island, but I certainly explored every crook and cranny of his body. When I finally boarded the plane, I was more depressed that before. I'd never had that much sex, and with the same person, ever in my life. I think, I'd fallen in love.

When I arrived home, I went up to my apartment and crashed. The next morning I returned to work and was kept busy until lunchtime, when I decided I needed a break and went to the post office to pickup my mail. Much to my surprise there was another letter, similar to the others. I decided not to open it until I got home. No use to upset my afternoon. When I got home I was actually shaking as I opened the envelope. Much to my surprise, I was welcomed back and was told how glad they were that I'd fucked my brains out with the bellboy. I dropped the letter in disbelief. Who was this person and why was he tracking me. He had to have followed me to the island, how else, could he have known about my exploits. I was really shaken and freaked out by now. I decided, it was time to call in the police to see what they could do in finding this person. I decided I'd stop by the station close to the office during my lunch break the next day and see what they suggested I do.

That night, I needed to get some sleep, so I took a sleeping pill and hit the bed. The next thing I remember was waking up to this pain in my balls. I tried to reach down and see what was causing the pain, when I realized I couldn't move my arms and then couldn't see anything either. I'd been tied up, blindfolded, and gagged. I felt something warm being applied to my crotch and then something sharp, sliding down over my abdomen and around my crotch. For the first time, I heard someone speak, "now don't move, else your libel to loose something". I felt a warm towel being applied to my genitals and then felt rather than saw a presence beside me. Whoever was leaning over and a hot breath against my ear said "you know I've been watching you for months now and you have no idea how much I envy you, your good looks, great body and big fat round nuts. It's just not fair that you have it all, while I have nothing. So I've decided to take just a small part from you. I'm sure you won't begrudge me now will you". He moved away and then I felt his presence between my legs, the towel being removed and then his hot mouth engulfing my hard cock all the way down to the root. The suction he applied was like being plugged into a vacuum cleaner. I thought he was about to pull my cock out by the root, the suction was so strong. Within second, I was shooting a big load down his throat. He held on until I was drained dry and then I felt something warm on my cock and balls again, then felt a towel wiping my genitals. He picked up my cock and laid it on my abdomen and then it felt like he put a piece of tape over the head and taped it to my abdomen. I felt him lift my nuts up and put them on some kind of wooden block. Then there was searing pain as something sharp sliced across the top of the sac. I felt something probing around inside my sac and then this dull pain as my left cord was pulled up and then what felt like string being tied tightly around the cord. The same was done to my right cord, and then more pain as the knife was pressed down on the block and in one quick slice, I knew that my balls were no longer attached. The next thing I remember was waking up to sunshine coming through my window, partially blinding me as I opened my eyes. Immediately, I felt pain in my groin and raised up on my elbows and looked down between my legs. My cock was still taped to my abdomen, but my balls were gone and crotch was all black and blue.

I couldn't believe the nightmare had resulted in this, if only I'd gone to the police with the first letter, hopefully none of this would have occurred. I finally reached for the phone and called work, telling them I'd gotten food poisoning last night, and I was in bed. Hopefully, I'd be into work the following Monday, since it was already Friday. It turned out to be a long weekend, but whoever had mutilated me knew how to sew me up. I was able to walk around and on Monday, managed to get to work, made it thought the day and was about ready to head home, when my boss stopped by. He seemed concerned that I still looked under the weather, and told me if I needed to take off a few more days, he'd understand. I thanked him for his concern, but said I was sure I was on the mend.

That night, there was another letter in my box, along with a picture of my nuts floating around in a container. At the bottom of the letter, a PS which read, "My balls are lonely floating here all alone, and would sure like some company. If you'd like to provide a companion, just leave the kitchen light on". I rode the elevator up to my floor, opened my door, flipped the kitchen light on and took two sleeping pills. I knew this was going to be another long night.