Jenny and Her Apprentice #2

“Hello.”

“Is this the slut puppy.”

“Hey, sick chick, how are your.”

“Oh fine, and I was calling to thank you Judy, first at Easter, and now Memorial Day have, as you predicted made a shit pot full of money with the flowers.”

“See I have a good idea now and then.”

“Yes you do Judy, and the next time someone says your only use is as a cunt, I’ll tell them they are wrong.

“Jenny, who says I am only a cunt?”

“Why I do Judy, I do.”

“You are definitely a sick chick Jenny, because in addition to being the best lay in the Mid-Hudson, I also give good head.”

“Speaking of being sick, have you eaten any good pizza delivery boys recently?”

“No Don has been acting pretty good, so I been laying off the double anchovies.”

“Getting back to the call, I want to thank you again, I would have stuck to the tree’s and shrubs, the only drawback, which keeps it from being two shit pots full of money is the freight, it’s a killer.”

“Hey Jenny, buy your own truck, and pick the stuff up f.o.b.”

“Oh Judy, I love it when you talk dirty to me, that is a great idea, that what I’ll do. Listen I have to get going, but next time Don goes on the road, give us a call, we’ll get together for another daisy chain.”

“Who gets who?”

“Judy you know the rules, we switch bitches at the halfway point.”

“Bye.”

So Jenny went truck shopping. With the help of one of her commercial neighbors on route 9 who had a used car sale license, she went to an auto auction. She found exactly what she was looking for a 28’ truck with lift gate, it had been a bread truck, which by removing every other shelf could hold small trees. There wasn’t much interest in the truck at the auction since it was too small for most commercial enterprises, and was a four-speed manual transmission with overdrive. It was perfect for Jenny’s needs, and she could use her agricultural license. Cleaned up and out. Oil change, saddle bag tanks full of diesel fuel, she was raring to go but where. No flowers for the fourth of July, tree and yard season was upon them. She checked sources here and there and found a town in the southern part of Tenn., near the Alabama border, listed as the tree capitol of the south. Some checking and she found out the dealers did both commercial shipping and some set up along the roads in the town and sold for cash.

Putting Angelina in charge of the shop. Jenny took off for Tennessee. She brought plenty of cash, and a new double action 45ACP, which she had obtained from a shady customer. The serial number had been carefully removed. As her father had always quoted her: “God made men in different sizes, Col. Colt made them all equal.”

The trip was about 900 miles each way. She stopped the night before wanting to be in good shape to negotiate. The next day she drove along the main highway. There was dealer after dealer set up along the highway. She was surprised that most of them considered the season over, Tennessee growing season being much longer than upstate New York. She got her truck loaded, for an amazingly small amount of money. As far as she could tell the price was little more than the cost of the containers, and potting soil. Back on the road drive halfway, a nap in the cab and finish up the following day.

She was back to I40 humming to herself, she would have to get a radio. At the end of the I640/I40 split in Knoxville, she saw a hitchhiker. In her entire life she had never picked up a hitchhiker. For some reason for this one she stopped. He opened the door to get in and Jenny asked: “Where are you headed?”

The hitcher, little more than a kid said: “Thought I would try my luck in New York.”

“Hop in then and hang on.”

They chatted a bit, ‘I’m Jenny, ‘I’m Chad.’ Etc. Then the as the cab started to warm up, an unpleasant odor begin to fill the cab, the odor of a body and clothing not washed within recent memory.

“Jeese, Chad when was the last time you took a shower, or washed those clothes?”

“I don’t remember.”

“Didn’t you ever hear of a whore’s bath?”

“What’s that?”

“Armpits, crotch and feet. Look we coming to a big truck stop here, they have trucker showers, and I am a trucker so my treat.”

“Thanks that’s alright, I’ll just get another ride.”

“Hey Chad, look at me, do I look like I want your body, or you think maybe I’m a vampire. Get real kid. I will spring for a shower and a couple of bucks for some clean clothes, you help me unload and set up when we get to New York, deal?”

“Okay.”

So they stopped at the truck stop, Jenny picked a pair of cheap jeans, a shirt, socks and some underwear, then sent Chad to the showers with instructions to use a steel wool and throw the old clothes out. They smelled so bad she was afraid if she put them in the back of the truck the odor would kill the trees. ‘Give me a cow manure any day rather than unwashed people.’ She thought.

After the shower Jenny fed a cheeseburger, which he wolfed down in three bites, and they took off. Chad was a runaway from Southern California. Couldn’t put up with his home life. Beatings, drunk father, divorce, what? No, his parents were sober, hard working, but they didn’t like drugs and they wanted him to go to school. After all he was seventeen. He had been on the road for a year now.

“Chad let me ask you something, how have you survived. This isn’t the old days where you could chop wood for a meal, what have you done?”

“Nothing much.”

“Chad, I read Rock Hudson’s biography, supposedly he went to a party, and pointed to all the young men and said the dark haired ones are all named David, and the blonds are all named Chad. So have you been selling yourself.”

“Ahhh, gee.”

“Don’t be shy Chad, I live with a women, it is hardly something you would see on a 50’s sitcom, so details I want details. Did you queer out on the road?”

“Yeah, guys would pay me to let them blow me some wanted me to fuck them in the ass.”

“And you never blew them, and they never fucked you in the ass?’

“Weeeelll.”

“I thought so. Do you like it that way, I mean sort of being a man’s man as it were.”

“I had to, it was the only way I could survive.”

Well Chad, I am certainly not going to pass judgment on you but being a whore, male or female seems like the lazy way out.”

At this point they were well into Virginia, Chad dozed off. Full of truck-stop hamburger, and clean, he slept for four hours.

At the Maryland border, Jenny stopped got coffee and some sweet rolls, which she shared with Chad, and off they went.

“Hey Chad” Jenny said, “you want to settle down for a while, get a chance to think without any pressure?”

“Yes, I would like that.”

“Okay then, I’ll make you a deal, my house is what we call a mother/daughter, a small apartment in the basement, living room, bedroom, bath, no kitchen. Somehow I suspect that opening a can of soup would be a stretch for you. So you use the apartment, keep it neat and clean, and work with us at the shop. I’ll pay you minimum wage, but not all at once. When you are ready to leave, and do whatever we’ll settle up. Three rules, keep the place clean, no visitors, no drugs or booze, deal?”

“Chad grinned, yeah deal.”

So it went, Chad moved into the apartment, and started helping out at the shop. He had a crush on Angelina; from the moment he laid eyes on her. It took him a couple of weeks to realize, he wasn’t in shape, and if the truth be known, wasn’t anywhere near as strong physically as Jenny. They took to calling him “surfer boy” because of his blond childish looks and his California roots. He never surfed, couldn’t swim and was afraid of water deeper than a shower. Jenny gave him an open offer to call his mother and father any time he wanted, but he steadfastly refused. Jenny told him she needed to have his blood checked for a workman’s comp physical, actually she had him checked for HIV, and he came back negative. In an off hand manner, Jenny wanted to keep the pressure off him while he had time to think.

One Sunday evening, Chad went home as the shop closed at five p.m., Jenny and Angelina, decided to go out for roasted chicken. They talked and talked, giggled and talked and by the time they got home it was nine fifteen. They opened the front door and were greeted by a horrible odor. They traced the odor, down the stairs and saw a trail of vomit into the living room of the basement apartment, with Chad passed out in the middle of the floor.

Jenny lost it, she went over to the prostate form and grabbed him by the lapels one handed. “Okay surfer boy, booze or drugs?” she yelled.

“Whaaaa.”

There was a rifle shot sound as Jenny slapped Chad open handed, his neck would be sore for a week. “Booze or drugs?”

“Fuck you bitch!”

This was an unfortunate turn of phrase for Chad to use since Jenny had her armed cocked from the slap. She backed handed him across the mouth, this drove a tooth into his upper lip and opened a cut in the corner of his mouth that began to bleed. “Surfer boy you may live to be a hundred, you may walk on Mars or you may find a cure for cancer, but one thing I guarantee you will never do is fuck me literally or figuratively. Now, one more time booze or drugs?”

“Booze.”

“That’s so much better, my hand was getting sore. Now your 18 the drinking age here is 21, and they card me at age 35, you have a fake id card, I want it, and before you say something you’ll regret remember I can hit harder with my fist doubled up.”

Chad struggled for a minute and pulled the fake ID out of his pocket and handed it to Jenny. “That wasn’t so hard was it, now you stay put and don’t move. Angelina, if he moves, kick him in the teeth.”

Jenny went up stairs and was back in five minutes with a glass full of a white milky liquid. “Here surfer boy, drink this.”

“What is it.”

“Drink it kid or I’ll hold your nose and pour it down your throat, now fast drink it down.” Chad chugged the glass of liquid shuddering at the awful taste. “Now quick Chad into the bathroom.” Chad got up and staggered into the bathroom and then was heard vomiting.

“What did you give him.” Asked Angelina.

“That was an emetic, for non corrosive poisons along with a laxative. He’ll be sober as a judge in about an hour.”

“Well I can see you being mad over the mess he made, but why so concerned about drugs or booze.”

“If he picked up drugs, they might be in the house, and apparently he has an addictive personality, those people are never careful. I don’t want to loose the house, because some narc is chasing him.”

“Jenny with all the Rhyphonol you have upstairs, plus the Haitian stuff?”

“I have a prescription for the date rape drug for my insomnia and the Haitian Zombie Cucumbers are not illegal. Besides which the little bastard broke our deal, after he gets this place cleaned up he is going to meet Mistress Angelina.”

Jenny got all the cleaning paraphernalia down stairs, once Chad staggered out of the bathroom, having evacuated from both ends everything that had entered his body withing recent memory she instructed him to clean the place up.

“Chad you get this place spotless, and sweet smelling. When you do call me and I will come down and inspect it, I’m going to have a cup of tea, when your done there is someone I want you to meet.”

Jenny remained in her jeans and flannel shirt; Angelina put on her mistress out fit and joined Jenny in the kitchen for a cup of tea. “Paddle or riding crop, Jenny?”

“Oh Ang you know the paddle is special to me, use the crop on surfer boy.”

“I’m surprised you’re not performing your little specialty on him.”

“That may be the next step.” Jenny and Angelina had settled down into a more traditional lesbian relationship, although urine still played a big part of their enjoyment. Jenny was even beginning to have orgasms from sex that approximated the ones she got from pain. This was a step in the right direction.

At about eleven forty five Chad called from the basement that he was done. Jenny went down to inspect, he had done a credible job. “Very good surfer boy, now take a shower, you smell like a goat, dry yourself and come upstairs naked, you are to meet Mistress Angelina tonight.”

Jenny returned upstairs, turned off all of the lights just leaving on the night-lights. Angelina was in her drag, leather corset, uplifted tits, and exposed bush.

After bout ten minutes a showered through bedraggled Chad came up the stairs into the darkness. “Chad” said Jenny, “you broke your word, and now you have to be punished. Get down on all fours in the middle of the living room.” He did as he was told. “Now meet Mistress Angelina.”

Angelina strode over to Chad, put hand on his neck and give him four very hard hits with the riding crop. Chad cried out startled as much as in pain. Jenny went behind him and grabbed his cock and balls. “Good boy Chad you took it as punishment not sex. If you had gotten hard Mistress Angelina would be mad, and would have whipped you until you were soft. Now, just as a reminded, Mistress Angelina, at your pleasure four more times.”

Angelina brought the crop down four more times hard, alternating sides. This time Chad was not startled he was hurt.

“Okay Chad we are even, you have cleaned up and you have been punished. The score clock is set at zero.”

“Yes Mistress Jenny.”

“Don’t call me that Chad, you have not met Mistress Jenny yet. Now sit on the couch I have a tape I want you to see, in the middle.”

Chad sat down gingerly on the couch; the crop had broken the skin in a couple of places. Angelina sat down to his right and Jenny to his left.

“Chad, surfer boy, before we watch the tape, I want to say again, the score is 0/0. We are all even, if you want in the morning we will figure out how many hours you worked, I’ll give you the cash and you can hit the road. If you stay it is of your own free will, you don’t have to sneak out, and you don’t have to leave empty handed. The door is completely unlocked.”

“I want to stay Jenny.”

“But you understand, you are not a slave, and you are not bound, you stay of your own free will, but you must obey the rules.”

“I understand, and I will try, honest I will.”

“Okay, let me give you the set up on the tape you are going to watch. There have been times in the past when I thought it was serendipity that brought you here; tonight I know it is fate. I was fated to see you along side the road and bring you here. You see Chad there is a procedure I perform that has helped men adjust and gain control of their lives. It may seem drastic, but it is a simple thing, just kind of snip, clip, prune, and the men then are able to concentrate on living a productive life. It was fate that put you there beside the road, because the fates know that I could help you. This simple procedure will help you, but you must ask that it be performed. Now watch the tape.”

Jenny turned on the tape player, and it was of a young man in Philadelphia being castrated. First banded, the badgered and cajoled into asking to be nutted. While the tape was playing, Angelina held the naked boys dick, while Jenny worked on his balls, massaging and kneading them down into the bottom of his sack. He watched in horrid fascination as the twenty-minute film progressed to the denouement of the boys castration. He was hard as a rock, and Jenny had to work to keep his balls loose. When the boys balls were lopped off in the tape, he jumped. Jenny gave his balls a squeeze and tug. Angelina finished the hand job she had been giving Chad, and he shot a load all over his stomach.

“Well Chad, you have had quite a night, think about what I said and what you just saw on the tape, no need to rush, they will still be there tomorrow, now go get some sleep.” Jenny leaned over and gave him a sisterly kiss on the cheek, and urged him towards the stairs.

Later that evening, just before they went to sleep Angelina asked: “Do you think cutting the little shits nuts off will help him?”

“Gee I don’t know. He’s apparently an addict, either alcohol or drugs, maybe if we do him all we will have is a nutless drunk. But we will have fun doing him, won’t we?” She giggled, kissed Angelina, and turned out the light.

Chad the surfer boy, had a bad Monday, his gluteus maximus was cut, bruised and sore. His mind was in turmoil, the concoction Jenny had given him had gotten the alcohol out of his system, but the late night cleaning, the whipping, and then the tape had him confused. Jenny had a college degree in agriculture, Angelina was a product of the very fine NYC parochial schools, and had graduate high in her class. Chad on the other hand had attended some kind of a magnetic school do your own thing type of place in Southern California. Jenny and Angelina, were by no means intellectuals, but were intelligent and aware of their surroundings. They often kidded Chad, that he should sue his school district for failing to educate him. This lack of intellectual rigor was why what Jenny told him about being castrated for his own betterment, was hard for him to follow, and confused him. Both of them were just so much smarter than he, perhaps this would be the best thing for him.

Monday went along without incident. When they all arrived back at the house at seven p.m. with take out, Jenny told Chad to go take a shower then join them in the living room after he was cleaned up.

Dinner eaten and Chad cleaned he came back up stairs. Jenny and Angelina still had their street clothes on.

“Have a seat on the couch Chad,” said Jenny holding a piece of paper in her hand, “I have a report on that blood work you had done it shows your hormone levels are at the high end of the charts, out of the normal zone. Now I have another tape to show you tonight, see how pleasantly my friend in Philly was able to help this man out of his problems.”

Jenny and Angelina sat on either side of Chad, as the tape and the convincing started, Jenny opened Chad’s fly, and pulled his cock and balls out, he didn’t dare say any thing. This tape showed a red haired Irish looking guy getting nutted, by a German sounding woman. At the crucial moment, Angelina had better timing and got Chad to shoot just as the woman in the film removed the balls of her subject. Chad jumped, and Jenny gave his balls another squeeze. “Chad, let me know whenever you are ready to meet Mistress Jenny, she really wants to meet you and yours, she will make you feel very special, and give you a memory to carry the rest of your life.”

Chad’s throat was so dry he couldn’t respond, Jenny sent him off to bed.

“Jenny what was that report you read to surfer boy.” Asked Angelina, they were in the bathtub, playing with one another, fingering the others vagina and urinating into each other’s hand.

“That was a report from the County Ag Agent on the Ph of the potting soil I use. Enough of this lets clean each other up.” Responded Jenny in a very husky voice as she pushed Angelina towards the rug.

Tuesday night they fixed dinner at home. Jenny called Chad upstairs about nine p.m. to watch another tape. “Chad, Mistress Jenny is sort of like a judge in traffic court, if you get too many speeding tickets the judge takes your drivers license away. If you act with too many hormones Mistress Jenny takes your balls away, and you are all better.”

Jenny had fourteen tapes to show Chad, all of Hannah’s and her work except for torture scenes, no sense scaring the little surfer boy. Angelina had to punish Jenny for exaggerating so much to Chad.

Finally on the fourteenth night Jenny showed Chad the compilation tape of men begging to be cut, castrated, and nutted and then scrotum after scrotum hitting the table. Fourteen nights, fourteen nut massages, and fourteen hand jobs. Chad’s mind was turning to mashed potatoes. “That’s it Chad, you seen how easy it is to change, now you have to make your mind, and ask. All you have to do is say you are ready to meet Mistress Jenny, and she will make things wonderful for you and you will be so happy.”

As usual his throat was constricted.

“By the way Chad, have you had sex with anyone since you have been here?”

“Ahhhh.”

“I will take that as a yes. Male or female?”

“Ahhhh.”

“Let us not go through this again Chad, who did you do or get done by?”

“Your friend, that older lady, Judy, she came by one afternoon, and went down on me.”

“Oh Chad, that’s not sex, blowing a young boy like you is just like shaking hands to Judy. Now real sex with real penetration.”

“No, none, nothing since I have been here.”

“None of those guys with the airy hand gestures have laid a hand on you, is that right?”

“No.”

“That’s a good little surfer boy, now go get some sleep.”

A little later on Jenny called Judy after hello’s she asked: “Hey I understand, you stopped by one day, and polished the knob of my young assistant. How was he.”

“Kind a weak.”

“Explain, kind of weak to me, remember you are the expert fellatrix>”

“The young man has no volume, you know his dick is big enough, he is no Don of course, but it is serviceable. Its been my experience that the guys the just about choke you with their cum are the ones that have a bunch of kids. Guess its competition or something. This kid’s way down on the scale, guys like him usually wind up divorced or something.”

“I’m thinking of cutting him.”

“Good idea, with that weak little spurt of his he won’t miss it much. Can I watch?”

“Of course I was going to invite you, as a matter of fact I was going to ask you to help him over the edge.”

“Which end do I use.”

“Oh just a blow job would be fine, I’ll decide later depending on the circumstances how many times he gets to cum.”

“You gonna just nut him, or cut his prick off too.”

“ No just the balls for the time being. If he is as weak as you say, he will probably go impotent afterwards and shrink down to nothing. As you said he is no Don. Take care kiddo, I’ll keep you posted.”

Jenny did not show Chad any more tapes. She dropped hints here and there, even sent him a card, which surprised him when it came in the mail. The card was one of those nonsense studio cards, and inside it said Dying to meet you, and was signed Mistress Jenny.

They were just about into the fall season, waiting for the first frost, when it happened again. Claiming sickness Chad had left the shop early. Jenny and Angelina came about four hours later, opening the door they were hit four square; by the odor of vomit. “Son of bitch, that little cock-sucker did it again, screamed Jenny” No side trip this time, she went straight up stairs, and mixed a glass of the emetic/laxative. Chad was passed out on the floor, she kneeled beside him, pinched his nose closed and when he opened his mouth to breath poured the glass of fluid down his throat. This got him going, he staggered to his feet and into the bathroom. It took about twenty minutes for everything to clear his system. He staggered back into the living room of the basement apartment; Jenny had the cleaning equipment all assembled for him. “Okay shitbird get this place cleaned in one half hour, or I’ll come back down here and feed it to you.”

Upstairs, Angelina got Jenny calmed down. “Its time Ang, he either meets Mistress Jenny tonight, or he hits the road. Call Judy, tell her to put on chapstick and get her ass over here. When shit for brains downstairs gets the place clean, go down and tell him to take a shower and come upstairs. I’m going to get my outfit on.”

Jenny applied her make up, her chain, her lip spreader and loaded a wide tube in the elastrator. She had become Mistress Jenny the Avenging Princess.

Judy arrived in a blouse and skirt of all things. She re-assured Jenny by showing she had no panties on underneath.

Angelina came upstairs greeted Judy and said Chad was showering. They heard the water stop. Then in about five minutes a downward gazing Chad came up the stairs with a pair of chino’s on.

“Well Chad, what is your decision, the road or my removal of your problems.”

Chad was a little taken back by Mistress Jenny, the sex open and exposed by a chrome frame, the face chain and the exposed breasts without nipples.

“No whippings this time Chad, that didn’t work. This will work, as I told you it will be a benchmark for you, something you will remember the rest of your life.”

“I may go.”

“Go where Chad, out on the road, you aren’t tough enough to last. You were lucky the last time. How are you going to survive, blowing men in washrooms, letting guys fuck your ass. If you want to go I’ll buy you a plane ticket to L.A. and call your parents to meet you at the airport. You’ll be home tomorrow night.”

“No”

“Then make a choice Chad, you can stay with us as long as you like, but your balls cannot stay, I have to change you for your own good, and that of Mistress Angelina.”

In a very small voice: “Please Mistress Jenny help me.”

“Oh Chad I have been waiting to help you all your life. I could have saved you and your parents so much grief but it is never too late. Now get down on your hands and knees in front of Judy. Judy, show him where to put his face and mouth. I know you have never been with a women before, Judy will tell you what to do.”

Judy always eager to please, pulled Chad into her pussy, and begin to instruct him in the fine art of please a woman with tongue, lips and teeth. Meanwhile at the other end, while Angelina ran her riding crop over Chad’s rump, Jenny milked Chad’s balls way far down into the sack. A less humane person would have made this hurt a bit and Jenny was tempted but held herself in check. She tightened the tubing slowly, almost sensuously make sure no hairs were caught or the skin pinched. When she had the tubing perfectly tight, she squeezed it a little tighter, better to be sure.

“Now Angelina, all we do is wait, let Judy have her fun.” As Judy directed Chad’s mouth movements, Jenny worked his balls back and forth on the shaft. He had gotten erect once he was tied off, now he was sporting a fine erection. Judy let out several little grunts, and pulled Chad into her and held him so tight he couldn’t breath. Finally she let him get some air.

“Chad sit on the couch, Judy is going to give you another surprise.” Chad did as he was told, his faces was red and covered with juice, which he self-consciously tried to wipe off.

“Chad, pick a number from one to three.”

Judy had started to deep throat his cock, he was having a little difficulty concentrating. Finally he got out: “Two.”

“Okay Chad two it is, Judy two is the magic number.” Judy nodded her head.

Jenny placed the blades of the branch cutters below the metal band that encased Chad’s scrotum, then moved Judy’s hand so that it encircled her’s on the handles of the cutter.

Jenny then stretched out beside Chad, soothed his brow and begin her whispering: “Chad this is all for the best. Seeing you on the corner in the south, that was fate, fate brought you here, and fate wants you rid of your balls. They have caused you pain, they have caused your family pain. Enjoy the mouth on your cock, sink deeper, feel the wetness and let go. Let go. Fate says this should be a surprise for you and fate will give us the signal to make you a better person.” Chad’s body stiffened, Judy gargled a little and held up one finger. Then like the pro she is Judy went back to sucking.

“Gee I like this.” Thought Judy as she sucked away. “Now let see this kid cum’s little spurt, big spurt, shiver, twitch. So on the second time I’ll give Jenny the signal on the little squirt, and his big spurt will happen as his balls fall off. Far fucking out, fucking a man. I am the last person that will ever have his little sperm. But I’ll be nice and give him some. Okay, got to get ready so the when he spurts, his nuts will splat.”

“Chad this is going to be so good for you, you will tell people about this for the rest of your life. As you cum your balls go, when you spurt, they will fall. Men tell me they just feel a little tug as they go, then it is all white light and brightness.” Chad wasn’t trying to hold back, he was just not used to cuming twice so quickly. “Chad, we almost there, just a couple more minutes and you will be free of them forever. Chad started to buck, his dickhead was rubbed raw by Judy, she had more calluses in her throat then he had on his dick. He arched his back for the second spurt. Judy held up two fingers, and clinched her hand on Jenny’s. Jenny closed her hand. “Chad they off, you’re a good little boy now.” Judy sucked as much as she could out Chad, then got up, pulled his head to her mouth and kissed him. Judy came as she filled Chad’s mouth with her tongue coated with his last cum.

“Mother fucker, oh son of bitch.” Screamed Jenny.

“Jenny what’s wrong.” Asked Angelina.

“I came when I cut the little cock-suckers nuts off.”

“Welcome to the club” Said Judy as she wiped her mouth.

Another of Jenny’s quick cuts. Jenny stopped by the bank to make a payment on the truck, she had used a secured loan to buy the vehicle, one point net difference. As soon as she made the payment she was hit on by Benny (Benjamin) the resident insurance agent/stock broker.

He hit on her every time she went in the bank, her answer was always the same, Benny I am sure you are a good man, but banks shouldn’t sell stocks, bonds or insurance, too much conflict of interest. Benny hit her again. This time something just clicked when she heard him.

“Benny how long will your pitch take?” asked Jenny.

“Ten minutes fifteen tops.” Replied Benny, thinking persistence pays off.

“Okay, just to stop this I will give you twenty minutes. Follow me to my house.” Jenny was out the door.

Benny followed her home in his car. Parked in the drive way as she waited at the front door. Angelina and Chad were planning on closing so Jenny had the whole afternoon.

“We can talk here in the kitchen Benny.” Said Jenny and she prepared them both a cup of tea. She learned Benny was 56 divorced, two sons both married to bright young girls with three grandchildren. Had come from a brokerage house in the city to semi retirement here in a local bank.

“Benny you’re a city boy, so this may seem a little strange. I am going to give you your fifteen minutes, plus five for follow-up. Now take down your pants and shorts.”

“What”

‘Take down your shorts, to make sure you keep your word I am going to band you like a bull on the farm. It will be a little uncomfortable, but won’t hurt you as long as we cut them off in about twenty minutes. I have had salesmen tell me before, their pitch would only last ten minutes, what they meant was they were staying until I bought or died. Here is you incentive I have $300,000 invested right now, and another $100,000 laying around looking for a home.”

Benny took down his pants and shorts.

“Why Benny you’re a big old he bull aren’t you.” Benny blushed, Jenny ran a tube in the elastrator and carefully banded him, his eyes sort of bulged on the last couple of squeezes.

“They’ll be numb in minute Benny, now go ahead.”

Benny had trouble getting started, Jenny was eyeing the clock, then he caught his wind He completed his basic pitch and due diligence in about eleven minutes. . Jenny did a what about this, what about that for a couple of minutes, he responded with answers to her questions. She said maybe the 100k but the 300k would stay where it was.

“Your time is up Benny.”

“You have something to cut it off with.”

“Yes I do Benny, now let me ask you a question, do you want my to cut the band off or your balls.”

“What?”

“Do you want me to castrate you is what I am asking, turn you from an old he bull into a steer. You’d be so much happier if you let me nut you. You would quite staring down your daughter in laws dress, and at their asses. You’d be happy to play with your grandchildren. No more beating off late at night. Come on Benny let me cut your problems off, let me do it to you, I give your balls a real nice send off with a blow-job. How’s that, do we have a deal.” With out waiting for an answer she placed a pair of very sharp by-pass shears on his scrotum, then took his big hand and put it over hers. “It doesn’t hurt Benny everything is all numb now, its best to cut them off while you are cuming, so when you feel the orgasm coming on just squeeze my hand, and I’ll do you.”

Jenny proceeded to give old Benny the blow job of his life, he could fell his eyes sinking in, what was he thinking, then in spite of himself he started to fuck Jenny’s mouth. Jeese he hadn’t felt like this in years. What the hell he gave her hand a squeeze, and felt a tug, and then lightness.

Jenny shuddered in her own climax, as the balls hit the kitchen floor, and her mouth filled with cum. She got up got between Benny’s legs and kissed him, sharing his last seed with him. Benny shot off again.

“When you see an opportunity you have to take it.” Said Jenny to herself, as she packed Benny off with a check for 100k to purchase municipals, and no balls.