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Fred's Ant-ics
Fred was afraid - no, Fred was terrified! How had he gotten himself into this situation? Well, he thought to himself, grimly, he had no one to blame but himself. Why he came to be sitting naked; tied up in an empty hut in the South American rain forest was quite a story. Fred was an entomologist - and a good one. He specialized in ants, and he had come to this remote part of South America to study a rare species of giant omniverous ant, found only in this area. The grant from his university was not overly generous - he couldn't even afford an assistant, but he was lucky in that the head man of the Indian village that was situated very close to the ant colony he was going to study, had invited Fred to stay in his home for a very reasonable fee. Not only that, the head man - he liked to be called Chief, spoke quite good English and had a teen-aged daughter who, though she spoke only her own language, was fascinated by Fred - the first North American she had met, and seemed willing to help him in any way she could. The set up seemed ideal - and for a few days things went well. The villagers were well acquainted with the nearby ant colony and - with the Chief acting as interpreter, were able to give Fred some insight into the behaviour of these cockroach-sized creatures. The ants and the village had a kind of pact - the ants eagerly devoured everything the villagers left out for them, acting as garbage collectors and consumers. In return for this steady supply of food the ants stayed out of the homes of the villagers. The people estimated that there were about 25,000 ants living in the ant-hill - actually it was more of an ant mountain, being about 10 feet high. They managed to get through a lot of garbage. The villagers had dug a shallow pit near the ant colony, and it was here that the ants found their food supply. Fred had been busy studying the activities of the colony, taking copious notes and photographing their comings and goings. The ants in turn seemed to have been studying Fred - coming close to his feet where one or two of them took a few exploratory nibbles at his shoe-laces. However, they seemed to have decided that although he was close to the garbage pit, he wasn't actually in it, so mustn't be regarded as ant food. After several days of watching their antics, Fred decided he needed a rest, and as there was to be a party in the village that evening he decided to accept the villagers invitation to participate. Bad Idea! Fred did not have much tolerance for alcohol, and the local brew was a very potent one. It did not take many drinks before he became more than a little unsteady on his feet and his speech was decidedly slurred. Seeing his condition, the Chief's daughter offered to help him get back to their home to sleep it off. Another Bad Idea! When they reached the Chief's house Fred's drink befuddled brain completely misconstrued the girl's motive for coming with him and, being a sexually active 28 year old male, he made a grab for her. She liked Fred but had no romantic feelings for him, so she screamed. Her screams were loud enough to be heard by the partying villagers and the Chief and several others ran towards the place the screams were coming from. When they arrived they found Fred, his pants around his ankles, lying on top of the girl, who was hitting him ineffectually with her fists. Yelling with rage the Chief dragged Fred off the girl. While two of the women led the now sobbing girl away, the furious Chief punched Fred in the face hard enough to knock him unconcious. Two of his henchmen then carried him to a nearby hut where they stripped him and left him lying on the floor. When Fred awoke - assisted by assorted slaps and kicks, he found himself lying on his back with the Chief and two of his men staring down at him. "You have viciously abused our hospitality", said the Chief, "by attempting to rape my daughter. You therefore must be punished in such a manner as to prevent such a thing from ever happening again". While saying this he glared contemptuosly at Fred's genitals. To Fred, his expression was so frightening that he thought he could feel his balls shriveling up and trying to hide inside his body. "We go now to prepare your punisment. Perhaps you should use the time that remains by achieving one final ejaculation". With these words the Chief left no doubt as to the nature of the punishment. As they left the hut the Chief turned and said; "If you can't manage it by yourself, maybe one of my men would like to assist you". Not wanting to think about the form this 'assistance' might take, Fred chose not to reply to this offer. The time seemed all too short before two men returned and ordered Fred to his feet. One tied a blindfold around his face and they led him outside. With the men guiding Fred by his elbows they walked for about a minute before stopping. One man then told Fred to step down and turn around. They then had Fred lie on his back with his head raised and supported by siomething solid. One of the men then grabbed Fred's cock and balls and pulled them upwards. Fred could hear a scraping sound as the other man pulled something metallic. He then felt something rubberlike being placed round the base of his penis and his scrotum. Then there was more metallic scraping, followed by the feeling that his cock and balls were being very tightly secured somehow. The final indignity was feeling a tube of some kind being pushed down his urethra, until the tip was forced painfully past the constriction at the base of his penis. Fred now found that he could not move his waist as his genitals were tightly fixed in place. However, he could move his arms and legs, but found that there was metal sheeting covering the whole of his body up to the neck. He then found that his head was being covered by a container and he was afraid he would suffocate. This was not the case, as a hand reched in and removed the blindfold. Fred could now see that there was an opening in the front of this 'helmet', which was then covered with some kind of fine mesh netting. He could also see that it was quite dark outside but it appeared to be getting close to dawn. The men had apparantly left, as Fred could now hear nothing. Gradually the light increased, until Fred could finally comprehend his situation. He realized that he was lying in the garbage pit with the two metal sheets - used to cover it at night to prevent wild animals getting at the garbage, in place. He could see that they had been modified with a small half circle cut in each - making a hole through which his cock and balls were projecting. His erect cock had a tube sticking out of the end. Enough of the end of the metal sheets had been cut away for Fred's 'helmeted' head to stick through. Finally it got light enough for Fred to see, on the far side of the garbage pit, the ant hill. The full horror of what was planned for him was now evident. He had been put in the place where the the giant ants came to feed, and his whole body was protected from their hungry mouths - with the exception of his genitals! Desperately, Fred tried to pull his cock and balls down through the hole. He knew it was hopeless but kept trying anyway. He tried to push the sheets aside but they had been too heavily weighted down for him to move them. As he lay back, panting, the first rays of the sun hit the ant-hill and Fred knew that time had run out. His studies had shown him that the ants liked to breakfast at sunrise - and sure enough, here came two of them now. Normally, the covering sheets would have been removed shortly before this and they seemed puzzled as they moved on to the metal. Sighting the strange objects at the center of the sheets - one of them jerking about a bit, they scuttled over to investigate. One of them climbed up the shaft of Fred's penis and he could feel a tickling sensation as it circled the end of his foreskin. It then seemed to come to a decision and took a bite out of the tender flesh. The pain was severe and Fred's muscle spasm jerked his cock so violently that the ant was almost dislodged. Meanwhile, the second ant was carrying out a similar inspection of Fred's ball sac. Then, finding a spot to its liking it took a bite out of Fred's scrotum. Muscular contraction tried to pull Fred's balls down into his body but there was no way they were going to get through the hole in the plates. The two ants seemed to confer, then evidently deciding that they approved of the taste, they rushed back to the ant-hill to inform the others that a new and delicious meal awaited them. A few seconds later a horde of ants erupted from the hill and hurried over to inspect their waiting breakfast. They formed a circle around Fred's genitals, and Fred could see that there were in fact only a few hundred ants - nowhere near the whole colony. Evidently they were quite intelligent and knew that sending a few at a time out to eat was the most efficient way of going about it. Suddenly, a score or so climbed on to Fred's penis and a similar number mounted his balls. Then, seemingly at a signal they all bit into Fred's flesh at once. The pain was so intense that Fred screamed. He then saw that the whole village had turned and wassilently watching his suffering. The ants took 2 or 3 more bites and then left to make way for another group to feed. The pain was now continuous, but now that the first shock had passed Fred could handle it without screaming. He was even able to notice that some of the ants were carrying chunks of flesh back to the hive with them - evidently to feed baby ants and the Queen ant. A regular procession of ants had now formed; new ones arriving as the sated ones left. The circle of ants remained, so that there were always replacement ants to take over on Freds bleeding genitals when a vacant space appeared. Surprisingly, the pain had lessened somewhat, and Fred wondered if the ants were injecting some kind of fluid that numbed the nerve ends to some degree. After watching the ghoulish sight for a while Fred realized that the destruction of his cock and balls was going to take hours. By now he had become so resigned to the inevitabilty of what was happening that he was able to take a scientific interest in the procedure. It quickly became evident that the ants devouring his scrotum were not eating his testicles as they started to appear as his scrotum slowly shrank. This did not seem an efficient use of antpower, and sure enough, when a considerable area of the testicular surface had been uncovered, a squad of ants started working on his balls. This brought on a new wave of pain and Fred mercifully relapsed into a semi-conscious state. Some considerable time later Fred started to take an interest in the proceedings again. He noticed that the villagers had left, having become bored after a while no doubt. He also saw that his scrotum had been eaten away almost down to the constricting ring. This tight ring which cut off the blood supply to Fred's genitals, had meant that once the blood already in his cock and balls had leaked out - and there was a lot of it in his engorged penis, there was very little further bleeding. Fred decided that a lot of time must have passed because his cock had been eaten right through to where the metal tube was showing in places, and both testicles now looked like boiled eggs that had been cut in half. Oddly, he noticed that the glans or head of his penis had not been touched. Perhaps the ants were saving it for last, as a delicacy of some kind. At this point Fred drifted away again. When he came to again it was almost over. Most of the ants had left and those that remained were gathered around the glans, which by now had slid down the tube as there was nothing below to support it. In fact the tube was now lying almost flat with just the glans holding it away from his stomach. As Fred watched he could see that the ants were trying to push the glans off the end of the tube. The glans had shrunk considerably as there was not much blood in it any more, so the ants did not have too hard a time of it. Soon they had freed it and triumphantly carried it back to the ant-hill like a trophy of some kind. As soon as the ants had disappeared a man carrying a red hot poker came from the village, and proceeded to cauterize the open wound where Fred's cock and balls had been. This final act was so painful that Fred lost conciousness again, but before he did do he had time to think about the sensational report he was going to write when he got home - about his up close and personal encounter with the Giant Ants of South America!
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