Almost Off, 3

My previous adventure with the two girls had left me even better off. Two blocks of four inverted airmail stamps were worth over a million dollars. Each. The rest of the collection appraised at nearly half a million, so now I was two and a half million to the good, if I wanted to sell. No need of that, with that suitcase full of cash from my first near loss, I was pretty flush.

My next consulting assignment took me to Philadelphia, the City of Brotherly Love, which I think of as the city of homosexual incest, where I had to find out why a large chemical company’s books didn’t balance. The assignment was of indefinite duration, that is, until I found the answer. W. C. Fields didn’t lie Philadelphia, either.

The company’s offices were in downtown Philadelphia, so I picked a hotel nearby and got to work. After about a week of reading computer programs and interviewing company personnel, I was in need of some rest and relaxation. So, on Friday I took a trip to Northeast Philadelphia to see an old college buddy of mine who lived out near the end of the subway line at Bridge street. Jim and I got together for dinner, talked about our college days and career plans. I split at around midnight to go back to the hotel. There was a bar still open at the subway stop, so I went in for a quick drink. While I was at the bar, two guys started eyeing me. One was an older guy, the other nearer my age. They came over and introduced themselves. Jack, the older one and Sloan, the younger. Both were not bad looking. It was obvious they had a threesome in mind. Jack suggested we go to his place. I figured why not, so we all got into Jack’s car and he drove to his place nearby. Sloan started in by roughly grabbing my crotch and asking if I was gay. I just smiled and said that they wouldn’t be disappointed. Jack was quiet for the whole drive.

When we got there, Jack told me that we could make all the noise we wanted, it was an old building with heavy plaster walls and double pane windows. We stripped for action. Jack’s bedroom had a king sized bed, plenty big enough for an active threesome. Sloan had a big dick, at least eight inches long and a good inch through. This was in contrast to Jack’s equipment, which was tiny. He was already erect. His little dick was barely three inches long and pencil-thick. He had a pair of tiny balls, hanging in a loose sac, the opposite of Sloan’s respectable walnuts, which were tightly held against the bottom of his shaft. They were both hot to trot. I took charge, knowing that I wanted that rod of Sloan’s pumping up my ass. I had Jack lay down on the bed with a pillow raising his head and I got on top of him in sixty-nine position, with my butt near the edge of the bed to give Sloan easy access. I took Jack’s little package in my mouth and started working on it with my tongue, while Jack swallowed me whole and used his throat to give me some good, deep action. Sloan lightly rimmed my hole, wet his tool with spit, then slowly worked it downward into my ass. The feel of his hot hard-on excited me even more, and my dick hardened up like a rock in Jack’s throat. Pretty soon, Sloan was pumping away as I moved my butt in tight circles, stimulating his dick. Sloan gasped with pleasure. Jack was giving me some great deep throat, and I was tonguing his package for all I was worth. I knew it wouldn’t be long before the three of us completely emptied our balls. Every time Sloan pulled back, I tightened my asshole to raise the blood pressure in his cock. Blood couldn’t escape when he pulled back, and more flowed in when he pushed in as I relaxed. His hard-on kept getting stiffer, and, as I rotated my butt faster and faster, he finally came with a loud shout of release. At the same time, my load poured down Jack’s throat just as Jack surprised me by jetting so much come into my mouth that I had to swallow four times to finish it. Right after our ball-draining mutual orgasm, I felt a hypodermic stick in my right butt cheek. “There you are, Steve. That’s all for you.” Sloan said. I turned my head around to see him smiling with a large empty hypodermic in his hand. Jack had wrapped his arms tightly around my hips, so I couldn’t get up or move much. Boy, did he have a tight grip. After a few seconds of trying to get free, I realized that I couldn’t move – whatever they had injected me with kept me from moving at all. Sloan was giggling. Jack released me when I stopped struggling. The two of them rolled me over onto my back and spread my legs. I was completely helpless. I was lying there on the bed, eyes wide open, seeing the two of them, my balls and dick hanging down between my legs. Sloan reached into his bag and pulled out a wicked looking curved knife. He showed it to me and said “This is what I’m going to use to emasculate you, Steve. Say ‘goodbye’ to your nuts” I couldn’t react, outwardly, but I thought. “Oh, shit. How am I going to get out of this one? These two mean business. This time my balls are off for sure.” “He’s mine,” Sloan said. “No. You got to do the last guy. It’s my turn” argued Jack. “Fuck you, you baby-dicked old queer” Sloan said. “Don’t fucking insult me, you bastard. Your brain should be a tenth as big as your dick” “My brain? Who set up the whole cocaine deal?” “You did, but I figured out how to get all the pharmaceutical grade cocaine from the hospital.” “So what? Anybody could have done that!” “Bullshit. That’s easy to say now that it’s a done deal, but you didn’t have a clue and still don’t.” They argued back and forth, getting angrier all the time. What had started as a faggy spat was turning very ugly. I was glad. After all, the longer they dished each other, the longer my nuts would stay attached. They were facing each other at the end of the bed. Suddenly Sloan put his left arm over Jack’s shoulder and drew him up close. As he did so, he inserted the knife, with the sharp, curved edge upward, up to the hilt into Jack’s belly just above his pubic hair, then swiftly drew it up until it met his ribcage. Jack let out a scream of surprise. Sloan pulled the knife out, spun Jack expertly around while holding him and kneed him hard in the back so that Jack’s guts spilled out of his abdomen. He let Jack go. Jack fell to the floor with a cry of pain. Sloan started to laugh. “OK Jack. Who’s smart now? You are. Only problem is you’re gonna be dead in about five minutes. Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha. All the money will be mine.”

Sloan turned to me. He walked over and sat down on the bed next to me. He looked into my eyes and started talking. “Steve, I never knew, until tonight, what it felt to be truly satisfied. You were the most wonderful fuck I’ve ever had and I’m serious about that.” He paused and looked regretful. “It’s really too bad,” he continued, “that I’m going to have to kill you now. I just can’t leave any witnesses. I’m going to set it up to look like you and Jack did each other. But, listen, because you’ve given me a truly beautiful fuck that I’ll remember for the rest of my life, I’m going to finish you off without any pain, I promise you that. I’ve got plenty of novocaine, and I’ll inject you with it so you won’t even feel it when I slice off your nuts and sac. Afterwards, I won’t tie off your cords or sew you back up, so you’ll bleed out. It will be painless. You’ll just go to sleep. Forever. It’s a nice, easy, painless way to go” With that, he kissed my nipples a few times.

While he was telling me how I was going to die, Jack had crawled slowly, in pain, into the other room. I was surprised he wasn’t already dead. Sloan gave my dick a few kisses and licks, but I couldn’t be aroused again. “Well,” he said, “time to do it. I was hoping to get you off one last time, but I guess you’re done. I hope you had as good a time as I did.” Sloan filled the hypodermic with novocaine and gave me lots of shots in the scrotum. He picked up the knife and kissed it. Grasping my balls, he held them tightly, pulling them away from my body. Then he put the sharp edge of his knife against the stretched skin of my sac with the cords in it. He smiled, then bent over and kissed each ball. “Well, time to say goodbye to your manhood and your life, Steve. I’m really sorry it has to end like this.” he said. “Hey Sloan.” It was Jack, gray-faced, propped up against the doorjamb, pointing a gun at Sloan. Sloan turned toward him. Jack shot him four times in the chest. Sloan, knocked against the wall, tried to throw his knife at Jack, but it clattered to the floor only a few feet from him. Jack fell face forward onto the floor. Sloan slid down the wall, leaving a red smear above his shoulders. He had a stunned, wondering look on his face. I couldn’t do anything but watch. Jack died first. I heard his death rattle. A little while later, Sloan coughed out his final exhale.

Nearly four hours passed before I could move enough to get up. The two dead bodies lay there. I dressed as quickly as I could, then searched Jack’s apartment for the money from the cocaine deal. It was there, under the bed on which they had been going to nut me. Five hundred thousand dollars in fifties and twenties. They were good bills, not counterfeit. One large suitcase, heavy but portable. I said goodbye to my late sex partners and let myself out. Jack and his buddy, Sloan had had their last good time with me. I figured with half a million cash, I had come out ahead, balls still attached. The fingerprints on the knife were Sloan’s; the blood was Jack’s. The prints on the gun were Jack’s and the bullets that killed Sloan were from that gun. I was in the clear.

I walked nearly two miles back to the subway stop, boarded and rode downtown to my hotel.

It was nearly nine in the morning when I arrived. Good thing it was Saturday, because I was too tired to go to work. I shoved the suitcase into the closet, put the “Do Not Disturb” sign on the door, then fell out on the bed for some badly needed rest.