Another Cheater Loses his Nuts           

He was a big man, and as soon as I saw him I knew he would be fun to nut.    He had fucked all of his life, and so without any question his fat scrotum was important to him, and he sure didn't want to lose it.    Nevertheless, he had fucked the wrong woman this time, the wife of a man I knew, a man who had paid me well to do what needed to be done.   

I had him bent over the banister in his home, his hands lashed down to the bottom of it and his legs spread wide, each ankle tied out and lashed securely.  He was staring over the rail, looking down the staircase at the landing, and trying to figure out who we were and what the hell was going on.   And, of course, he didn't have his pants on.

We were both wearing ski masks, so all he could see was our eyes, and he had no idea who we were or why we were there.   He didn't know us anyway, but I wanted to make sure he would  have no idea who had done this to him.    Getting him over the rail had not been that difficult.  He was in late thirties, and he worked the night shift, and so his wife was at work and his two teenage kids were off to school.    He hadn't heard us come in, and when he awoke to the gun in his face his resistance went to zero.  I think he still thought we were there to rob him, and we were in a way, but the only thing I wanted was between his legs, and once I had stolen those two jewels the money would come and I wouldn't need anything else.    

The man was fit for his age, and his big legs were muscled.   The nest of his pubic hair was dense, and he had a big thick cock that would make any man proud.   His man-fur grew up between his legs, covering his balls and surrounding his hole.    His legs were also hairy, but his chest was smooth and his nipples were dime sized, and his neatly trimmed hair was short and perfect.    He was muscled, and his stomach was flat with ripped abs that lay in horizontal lines.  Clearly, he worked out at the gym, and he certainly didn't have a belly on him like some men his age.   It was obvious he was proud of his body and worked hard to keep it in shape.  I had the thought that his efforts were soon to go for nothing, and I wondered what he would look like a year from now, when time had passed and he had been without his balls for a while.     Somehow I knew he wouldn't look the same.

He didn't know it, but he was number fifteen.   Yeah, I had nutted a total of fourteen other men, for various reasons, and so his bag wasn't anything special to me and there wasn't any doubt I would be able to do it.    There is good money to be made if you know what you are doing, and its work I enjoy and as far as I was concerned it was really pretty easy money.   My partner, Jimmy, was nineteen, but he was learning fast and he loved to watch me nut a man.    Afterwards, Jimmy and I would go home, and fuck, and the kid was rock hard and would squirt like a firehouse after one of our castration sessions.    So, for all of those reasons, I enjoyed what I did, and I was eagerly looking forward once again to doing what needed to be done.

He deserved it anyway.  At least, he did to me.   He was a cheater, leaving his home for some sport fucking, trashing the meaning of his marriage without giving it a thought.  Well, his marriage was tied to his balls, in more ways than one, and I knew as soon as I emptied his sac and his family found him there, his cheating days would be over, along with his marriage.    For some reason, that made me smile.

"WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?" he yelled, turning to look at us and to try and figure it out.   

For an answer, I looked to Jimmy, and gave him the nod.   Jimmy's more than a partner, and we make a good team and there is true love between us.   At home, Jimmy's a bottom, spreading his teenage legs and willingly opening his hole for me to mount.  I love fucking the boy, and I fuck him hard and I fuck him fast and I fuck him often, filling his young hole with my seed until the cream is dripping from his ass.   But I never let the boy fuck me.   Never.    I'll suck him off, but the only true fucking the boy gets to do is when we do a nutting, and so he's always eager and today was no exception.      Yeah, I let him fuck the whores we castrate, and after he has filled their holes with his teenage cream then I nut them, leaving them fucked and sore and neutered.    Somehow, for the cheaters, it seems an appropriate gesture, and it's nice to see Jimmy when he's so satisfied.

Jimmy grinned, and opened his pants, letting them drop to his knees.   His cock sprang upward, the way it does on an eager nineteen year old, and when the man saw it he started to scream and to struggle.   He was figuring it out now, at least part of it, and he sure didn't want to be raped!   Jimmy kept his groin shaved, and he was grinning like a school boy, and the way his cock was jutting upward from his bald mound he looked more like a fifteen year old boy than that of a man.    Nevertheless, his cock was hard and stiff and eager.    As the big man watched him, taking it all in, Jimmy spit on his cock and rubbed the saliva over his shaft.   Then, still grinning, he leaned into the man, placing the big fat end of his nineteen year old cock right up to the ring of muscle that the man was pinching closed to try and protect his hole.   Of course, with his legs tied wide apart, it was a useless gesture.

"OH...OH GOD.  PLEASE....DON'T!" the man begged, and then, he grunted, as Jimmy pushed his rod through the man's rectal muscle, driving his teenage cock deep until it rammed into the man's prostate.   The man's eyes went oh-so-wide then, the feeling of the teenager's cock shocking him to the core.    Jimmy started to fuck him then, in and out, pushing his thin adolescent looking cock deep with every single thrust.   The man's eyes were wide open, like saucers, the look of total disbelief on his face as he felt the boy's cock ramming his ass.  He was powerless to prevent it, unable really to anything but just stare into space, feeling the teenage rod slamming in and out of him, his legs spread wide and open as if to accommodate what was being done to him.

After a couple of minutes the man's own fat cock grew thick and rose upward from between his legs, and was soon jutting between the vertical rails of the banister.   Compared to Jimmy, the man had a massive pole, and fully erect, it was something to see.   The feeling of the boy's cock ramming into his prostate with every thrust was more than he was ready for, and in spite of the humiliation and the fear and the degradation he felt, nevertheless his big cock grew harder and harder and the big circumcised end of it began to glisten with precum.     He had no idea who we were, or why he was being raped, but even so it didn't make any difference and his massive cock was eager and jutting.    If I didn't know better, I would have thought he was enjoying it.

Jimmy wasn't in a hurry, and he just fucked him continuously, and deep, but not exceptionally fast.   In all, he lasted about ten minutes, and then, in somewhat of a surprise, the two of them came together.    Jimmy tossed his head back and screamed "OH...GOD HIS ASS IS SO TIGHT!   FUCKKKK....I'M CUMMING!"

The man's eyes went even wider then, and just as he felt Jimmy's sperm jetting into his rectum, his own cock began to pulsate and he began to shoot out a huge load of cream, pumping it out from the end of his dick in ropes of cum.   His wad shot out across the open space and landed on the landing far below, and it actually made a splat sound as each shot of his jism spattered on the hardwood floor.   He grunted it out, his eyes wide open with disbelief, at the same time Jimmy filled his hole with his teenage cream.   As I watched the man's big boner ejaculate, I laughed, knowing it was his last wad.  It somehow seemed appropriate for him to waste it, pumping it out as if he was trying to fertilize his floor.

The man came and came and came, and it was one of the biggest wads I've ever seen come out of a man's balls.    Jimmy's orgasm lasted only seconds in comparison, but he stayed inside, his cock buried to his balls, and he held it there, inside of him, feeling the muscles of the man's ass squeezing his spent pole in rhythmic contractions that went on for almost a full minute.   I've never seen any man come like that!   Finally, he was spent, and then, only after the man had finished shooting out his sperm did Jimmy finally, and slowly withdraw his dick, the big grin still on his teenage face as he stuffed his very satisfied rod back into his pants.    It was time, and I was ready.

I pulled my knife from my pocket, which in reality is very small and insignificant looking, although I keep the little blade razor sharp and its certainly more than adequate for the job.   The man was looking at me, staring back through the rails and when he saw the knife his eyes narrowed.  

"Hey.........what are you doing?  If you want money, take it.  Take anything you want....but please man, don't knife me!" he begged.

I grinned.  Then, I spoke for the first time.

"You like to fuck around.   Well, in case you don't know, that's cheating, and women just don't like that."

His eyes went wide open then.    Suddenly, he was putting is all together.   Scared, he looked at the knife, and as he did I reached out with my left hand and hefted his balls, and then I gripped them, giving his fat scrotum a very firm squeeze.    He freaked, and started jerking hard, pulling against the ropes that held him.   He started to yell too, but then I took the blade of the knife, and pushed the tip of it right up against the right side of his scrotum, just above his right ball.    As he felt the point, I said "Shut the fuck up....or lose your balls."   

He went totally quiet, except for a slight whimpering.    He was scared shitless.   The weird part though was that his cock went hard all over again.    I have no idea why, but it was almost as if his giant pole knew what it had done, and was eager now to have its crimes avenged.   At least, that was the thought that came to mind.     It didn't really matter though, and hard or soft, I was going to castrate him anyway.

The man's balls were huge, matching his big rod, and they were stuffed in his bag and I was amazed at the size of his scrotum.     I was rock hard, and anxious to steal his stones.    I nodded to Jimmy, and he came up to the rail, and leaned over and slipped the ball gag over him.    The man didn't want it, but I didn't want to hear him scream, and while the chance of the neighbors hearing something was pretty remote, I wasn't willing to risk it.   This bastard deserved to lose his balls, but even so and even though he knew it, I still figured he'd scream when it was being done.     You wouldn't think that would be.  I mean, if a man cheats and gets caught, you'd think he would expect it, and at least know he deserved it.    I would almost think that a cheater ought to spread his own legs and just let you do it, but they never do.   No, even knowing they deserve it, they never do.    

I laughed.  After the gag was in place, and the rubber ball was stuffing his mouth, filling it, I knew he could try and yell all he wanted.    It was definitely time.    Jimmy got the camera set up.   The video would get me paid, and once I had delivered the tape and the man's balls the money would follow.    We were ready.    I leaned over to him then, so he could hear me, and then I grinned.    That's when I said, "OK you bastard, listen up.   Your cheating days are over.  You hear me?   That's why I'm here.    You are a cheater, and cheaters like you don't deserve to keep their balls.  I'm sure you can explain that to your wife, and to your kids.   Besides, this might even be a good lesson for your son.   He's sixteen, right?   Well, he's old enough to learn that cheating has consequences.   As for your wife, when you see her later today, I just suggest you apologize."

He started to grunt and to struggle, and sensing it was time, I pushed the knife deep, and then made a curving slit that started at the right side of his bag and curved around and behind his right testicle.   He screamed into his gag, just the way I expected him to, and his eyes went totally wide then as I made the cut and squeezed on his bag.   The man's fat testicle popped out into my hand, and with a single flick of the knife, I severed the cord and took it.

His entire body shuddered, and then he grunted, and then for reasons I'll never understand his cock squirted one final time.   His eyes went oh so wide then, and we could all hear the sound of his jism as it splattered on the landing below.   Jimmy laughed.   I don't know why he shot that last bit of cream, but he did, and all I can figure was that it was his body's final attempt to fertilize something, while he still could.   Of course, it was a wasted effort and that was obvious to everyone.

I handed the severed testicle to Jimmy, and he showed it to the man, and then lifted it up to the camera.     As he was doing that, I shifted his scrotum, and switching hands, I hefted what remained of his sack in my right hand and took the knife with my left.     Then, once again, I laid the tip up against the left side of his scrotum, above his left testicle.

He was shaking, and jerking hard against the restraints with every muscle in his body.   He was grunting continuously too, and begging me with his eyes.    He sure didn't want to lose his last ball!    I grinned, a big wide grin, and as I stared into his eyes I pushed the blade in deep, and with a twisting motion I made the slit that opened his bag and exposed his last testicle.    Then, as he watched, I squeezed his scrotum gently until it was empty, until his fat hen-sized egg popped out, the last remaining bit of manhood now exposed and just waiting to be taken.   Jimmy zoomed in with the camera, filling the viewfinder with what was left of his manhood and catching his look of horror at what was being done to him.   

The big man fought with every single muscle.  He was staring between his legs, looking at me and the camera and the ball in my hand.   It was too much.   I grinned, and winked at him, and he looked away then, down, down at the landing where his sperm was splattered, staring at his wad of jism as he felt it being done to him.    The moment lingered, between manhood and nothing, between having balls and being ball-less.    For a priceless second, the man and the father and the husband stared at his spent load of jism, his eyes wide open with disbelief, his legs spread oh-so-wide and he all trussed out and with his only remaining nut in my hand.    His hole was dripping Jimmy's sperm, and as I saw it pooling between his legs on the floor, I flicked the knife, and in that instant the man was gone, and only the nut-less cheater remained, his empty sac hanging between his legs, his two jewels stolen from it and now gone forever.    His sperm had been squirted onto the landing below, and like droplets of rain, was now just a testament to what had once been in his balls.

He collapsed completely over the rail, all the fight gone in that instant.    Jimmy caught it all on tape, and when the man looked back at me, and the camera, I showed him his stolen left testicle.   The expression then was priceless, something between defeat and misery, between loss and emptiness.      He stared, and you could sense his humiliation and defeat as he felt the ache from his empty scrotum, where only minutes before his balls had been carried.   His look of total defeat made me grin.    He sure had learned his lesson!   

He was bleeding a little, but not as much as you would think.    I used a little superglue to close up the slits, and for the most part the bleeding slowed to less than a trickle.  I looked at my watch, and I knew that his teenage son would be home from school in less than half of an hour, and all hell would break loose after that.    It was definitely time to leave.     Finally, I took the envelope, with the typed note and the pictures that would humiliate him and doom him, and using some duct tape, I secured it firmly to his ass, just above and directly over the man's empty scrotum.  The pictures and the note would make it crystal clear why the man's bag was now empty, and if the pictures didn't end his marriage, his lack of balls certainly would.

With that thought, I laughed and laughed and laughed.  Jimmy turned the camera off then, and put it away, and then I left, to spend an afternoon with Jimmy.   I was certainly eager to mount the boy, and my own balls were full of cream and my cock was rock hard and twitching.  

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