Summer Job

Growing up under such male influences, the two boys had become royal terrors. Rick was captain of the wrestling team and Joe captain of the baseball team - when they were in high school they were the reigning jocks, terrorizing the underclassmen and picking on the geeks and nerds. They had been working out together since they were 12, and both had strong, muscular bodies. In their early teenage years, they had even experimented a little sexually with each other, but both preferred girls and hadn't spoken of it in years.

Their dads were ex-jocks as well, and both still in excellent shape. They worked out together in Joe's dad's basement, where he had set up a nice weight room used both by the men and the boys.

When they graduated high school, they had a whole summer before they went off to athletic scholarships at the college university. The dads had conferred before graduation, and in an attempt to instill some discipline before they boys left decided the boys were going to have a summer job to save up some money to spend when they got to school.

"Oh, man, why?" Joe whined. "There's parties all summer long!"

"Yeah, I know," Rick said. "This blows but they said they already talked to Mr. Spinelli about it."

Spinelli's Butcher Shop was a little neighborhood shop in the older part of town. It had been around forever, and Mr. Spinelli was a local icon - the paper interviewed him about his thoughts whenever something major happened in the world. The boys' dad's had been going there for years, and since they were young both of them had been in before while their fathers picked up fresh beef, veal, mutton, all sorts of things. They were supposed to go down and talk to Mr. Spinelli the Monday after graduation.

Monday morning the boys headed down to the shop. There was a guy, maybe in his mid 20's behind the counter. They hadn't really been down to the shop much since they had gotten into their teens, and didn't recognize the guy. "Can I help you?" he asked.

"Yeah," Joe answered. "Is Mr. Spinelli here?"

They heard the older man's voice come from around the door in back. The swinging rubber door swung open and Mr. Spinelli walked out wearing a blood spattered apron, looking a little greyer since last they saw him, but still in good shape for man his age. "Ah, boys, good, good. Your fathers said you'd be down."

"Hi, Mr. Spinelli," the boys said in unison.

He peeled off some rubber elbow-length gloves and dropped them in the trash, then reached his hand over the counter and shook both their hands. "Your dads said you need jobs for the summer."

The boys both knew better than to say they didn't really want them, so answered, "Yes, sir."

"Well, that's good, because I need two reliable boys for the summertime. I'll be needing you from noon until about seven o’clock.. I can pay you seven dollars an hour. Will you be ready tomorrow?"

The boys again knew better than to say no. "Yes, sir."

"Good then. See you tomorrow. Wear old clothes."

The boys came back the next day ready to work. The store wasn’t supposed to open for an hour yet. The guy who had been behind the counter the previous day was already there. “Hey, guys. I’m Joel, by the way.” Everybody introduced themselves, and Joel spoke again. “Mr. Spinelli wants you two in back today; he’s going to show you how to carve up some of the basic stuff. He’ll be in in about half an hour, but he wants me to show you around before he gets here.”

Joel showed them around the meat counter up front and how they arranged everything, then took them in the back. The place was spotless. “Mr. Spinelli always leaves things spotless when he leaves. Up here are the counters for butchering…” he showed them the counters, numerous cleavers and buckets and such. “Back this way are the tables where we take apart whole animals when we have to.” There were three stainless steel tables in the back with numerous straps hanging off them and from the ceiling. “And back here are the refrigerators and freezers.” He took the boys into the various fridges and freezers, showing them what was kept in which and where. The last freezer had a big padlock on it. “This freezer is Mr. Spinelli’s private one. You don’t go into here, ever.”

“Why? Joe asked.

“Mr. Spinelli doesn’t like people back in here. He keeps it locked; don’t worry about it. Anyway, over here’s the shower and where we keep the aprons…” They had a shower stall for washing blood off at the end of the day, and a washing machine/dryer for cleaning the aprons. “Basically, this is the routine…” Joel took them through all the stuff they had to do to open the store and then close it. It didn’t seem too hard, mostly cleaning and such. “You guys will probably want to bring an extra change of old clothing here for work and then wash it every day. That way you won’t ruin any of your good clothes.”

Mr. Spinelli came in later, and the boys spent an educational day learning how to gut chicken carcasses and split them up. It wasn’t bloody work so much as oily and kinda dull, but it paid and it made their dads happy.

The second day they met the only other employee of Spinelli’s Butcher Shop, Spinellis’ grandson, named Guido. Guido looked like an Italian thug; black leather jacket, t-shirt, and jeans, motorcycle boots, shaggy hair, and classic Roman nose and lips. His body seemed like it was barely kept in check by the tight clothing he wore, and it was clear that underneath it he was a formidable guy – strong, built, handsome, and with a constant sneer on his face. Guido made evening deliveries for his grandfather in a big white truck, and the boys mostly tried to stay out of his way.

Joel seemed especially afraid of him, and every time the two of them were in the store together Joel tried to hide up front. When they did come into contact, Guido would stare at him with a cold smile, and Joel would shrivel under his gaze. When Guido did tell him to do things, Joel did them quickly, even when they weren’t things that were his responsibility to do.

Rick tried to talk to him once but it immediately became evident that Guido had no interest in carrying on a conversation with him. He wasn’t interested in small talk or work conversation, and Rick didn’t know enough about him to talk about anything else, so stopped bothering.

Over the next few weeks it became routine. The boys bitched at first about all sorts of things…having to shower there, all the blood, blah blah blah. One night after a big sale, Joel got a call from his mother that she needed a ride to the hospital; she had cut her leg or something, so he had to take off and left the two boys with his keys to lock up the store. It had been a busy day, and by the time they got done cleaning the back of the store it was already eight o’clock. Since Joel was gone they had to lock up the front of the store, too, but both of the boys were pretty tired at that point.

“You wanna go ahead and take a shower now?” Rick asked Joe. “Then clean up afterwards?”

“Yeah; that sounds good.” He headed back to the shower area and started stripping down. This was always the best part of the day: peeling off his bloodied clothing and washing himself clean. Since it was only he and Rick in the store, Joe didn’t worry about modesty too much. He walked over to toss his stuff in the washer, then turned around only to bump into a naked Rick.

“I thought I’d join you in the shower. We haven’t done anything in awhile and I’m pretty horny.” He reached down and grabbed Joe’s slick penis, which quickly came to full erection, and pumped it a few times. A few kisses later and they were crammed in the shower stall, Joe on his knees with Rick’s cock in his mouth. They traded off and fooled around for a bit.

By the time they had dried off and dressed again, it was nine. “Shit, I didn’t realize how long we were in there for,” Joe exclaimed.

“Yeah; we better knock this stuff out quick. That party’s tonight and I still I have to run home and then get that hobo to get us some beer.” The boys raced to finish up the front of the store, counting money, comparing to receipts, cleaning the case. It was a lot of small things to do, and by the time the boys were done it was already starting to get dark. When they finally finished and locked up the store, Rick asked aloud, “Hey. I wonder if there’s a key on here that fits the back freezer?”

“That one we’re not supposed to go in?”

“Yeah.”

“We could see, but Joel said Spinelli’d kill us if he found out.”

“He won’t know. Besides, what the hell could he be keeping back there? Small children? What if he’s some creepy axe murderer?”

“Wouldn’t that be a good reason not to get on his bad side?”

“He’ll never know about it! He’s probably in bed by now.”

“I dunno, man…”

“Aw, c’mon, don’t be a pussy. There probably isn’t even a key on here for it. Let’s just go see.” Rick walked to the back, with Joe slowly following. He tried key after key, and finally, one old, beat up looking on slid in and clicked. “Jackpot!”

“I still don’t know, Rick…”

Rick didn’t seem to care; he was busy undoing the padlock. It slid open easily, and Rick threw the doors open. The boys poked their heads in to see what was there. The fridge wasn’t as cold as the others were, but wisps of steam came from the edge of it where the door was open. Inside were rows of shelving, and on them small pieces of wet cloth draped over lumps beneath them.

“What do you think they are, Rick?” Joe asked, nervously.

In his best Igor voice, Rick replied, “Severed human heads!” And then normally, “I dunno. Let’s look.” Cocky as anything, Rick strode into the room, followed by Joe. Rick picked one of the lumps across from the door and lifted it gingerly. Just as what was underneath peeked into view, both boys were given a start by the door slamming shut!

“Oh, shit,” Joe muttered.

“I thought you were holding the door!” Rick yelled, striding back over to Joe and the now shut door.

“I came in to look; I wasn’t thinking about it…” Joe apologized. “Maybe we can get it open from in here?”

Rick fooled around with the door. “I don’t know…” They both tried to figure out some way to unlock the door, but neither could figure anything out and both were getting very frustrated. “Fuck!” Rick yelled. “The hell are we supposed to do now?”

“I guess just wait,” Joe lamented. “Joel’ll be here in the morning. We can make some noise and maybe he’ll let us out before Spinelli finds out.” Joe sat down on the floor to wait.

“I guess so. This sucks. Our dads are going to kill us.”

“Yeah.”

Rick sighed. “I guess we might as well see what’s in here.” He walked back over to the covered lump and gently lifted up the corner, revealing a plate holding what appeared to be a severed set of human male genitals!

“Are they real?” Joe asked.

Rick poked it, and it felt real. It wasn’t wax or anything. “I think so.”

“That’s…that’s disgusting,” Joe scrunched his face up.

“They must be from some animal or something,” Rick rationalized. “Let’s look at another one; maybe it’s from a bull or sheep or something.” He lifted another sheet to reveal another complete set, this one with a clear circumcision scar.

“Dude, that’s a circumcision scar. These are from humans.” Joe felt ill.

“They can’t be. That’s just too weird, man.” He looked under another one. This one had a metal ring through the head. Joe sat down quickly and hugged himself, trying to keep from puking. “Okay, so maybe they are real. So maybe he goes to the morgue or something, gets them off corpses. Sells them to rich weirdos.”

“I hope so.”

The sound of scuffling outside the freezer made the boys pause. “Somebody’s out there,” Joe whispered. “Quick, cover them back up!” Rick did so, trying to make it look like they hadn’t been touched.

“Shit, I hope it’s Joel, and not Spinelli or Guido or something.” The boys weren’t sure which they were more terrified of, being found or not being found.

“What if they cut our dicks off?” Joe muttered, the worry evident in his voice.

“They won’t cut our dicks off,” Rick rolled his eyes. “Jesus…just be quiet and let’s try to listen.”

The boys held their ears to the door and tried to make out the voices. They could hear two for sure – one that must have been Spinelli, and…“Shit. That’s Guido’s voice,” Rick whispered. They were talking about something but the boy’s couldn’t make it out.

“Should we knock on the door or something?” Joe whispered back.

“I dunno. I’m almost thinking we should just wait for Joel.”

“Yeah, but how much air’s in here? There’s no vent; we could suffocate. And it’s pretty damn cold; haven’t you ever heard about kids getting caught in these things?”

The point soon became moot as they could make out Guido say, “Somebody left the goddamn thing open. I’m gonna kill that pansy Joel.” The boys watched in abject terror as the latch turned and the door swung slowly open.

Guido stood there completely nude but for a pair of elbow length latex gloves, drops and streaks of blood spattered about his hard body. Even his cock was erect, the foreskin fully retracted and dripping precum from the end, a tattoo of a dragon wrapped around it and his lower midsection. “Well, what’s this?” he asked sarcastically. “Look here, Granddad. Seems your new employees have been sniffing around.”

The boys stood sheepishly, heads bowed. Old man Spinelli came into view, wearing gloves and an apron but nothing else, saw them, and looked very angry. “Oh, boys. Your fathers would be so disappointed in you. You were told not to get into this refrigerator.”

Rick tried to step out of the fridge but Guido wouldn’t let him, pressing a bloody hand to his chest. Rick was too cowed to bitch about his shirt being stained. “Look, we’re really sorry…” Joe started to apologize, but Guido slapped him across the face with the back of his hand.

“Shut up,” the big Italian muttered.

“Now, boys, what are we going to do with you two? I don’t like everyone in town knowing my business.” He looked calmer.

“Look, we promise we won’t tell anybody about it, we swear. We don’t even know what they’re for or anything, we…” Guido pulled off and punched Rick square in the gut. He doubled over, grimacing in pain.

“I told you two to shut up!”

“Well, don’t worry boys. You won’t be telling anybody about this at all.” Guido glanced at Spinelli, who nodded in Rick’s direction. Rick was still clutching his guts on the floor; Guido had knocked the wind out of him. Guido leaned over and slung the boy up over his shoulder, then moved out of Joe’s view. “You’re going to stay in here for a few minutes, boy.” Spinelli shut the door before Joe could lunge for freedom, and once again he was trapped in the refrigerator, but this time alone.

He again pressed his ear to the door, hoping to hear something, anything at all. He didn’t have to wait long. The door soon opened, and Joe looked up to see Guido standing there, now with a throbbing erection. The hell was going on? Guido grabbed him by the front of his shirt and pulled him out of the refrigerator out into the main room, wrestling him over to the only unoccupied table and holding him down while Spinelli strapped him down to it. Joe fought the whole way, but Guido was far stronger than he and the boy didn’t have much of a chance.

Once they had him strapped down Joe looked to his left to see Rick strapped to the other one. They had stripped him naked and put a ball gag in his mouth. Rick was looking at him with a look of fear, but had given up trying to break the chains that held him down. The other way Joe saw another naked man strapped to the other table, this one unconscious. He recognized the guy; he worked at a gas station on the highway. His legs were up in the stirrups and spread, and there was blood on his midsection and inside his thighs. It didn’t take Joe long to figure out what had been done to him, and it took even less time to realize that it was about to happen to him!

“If you stay quiet we won’t have to gag you,” Spinelli told him while he cut Joe’s clothing away with a sharp pair of scissors. When he cut his jeans away, Joe’s already erect penis sprung free and hit his lower belly with a firm ‘fwap!’

Guido looked at the boy’s boner and smiled out of one side of his mouth. “I think this one likes it, Granddad.”

Spinelli sighed and looked annoyed. “Well, you seem to like him, boy. You can have him while I work on the other one.” Guido’s smile spread to the other side of his mouth and he positioned Joe’s feet in the stirrups, locking them and his legs into place with a spreader bar.

“Mmmm,” Guido hummed as he rubbed the outsides of Joe’s legs. He massaged his balls roughly. “These should be good, boy,” Guido told him. “Nice and full.” Guido leaned in, the head of his bloody cock pressing up against Joe’s rectum. Joe moaned a little bit. He tried to relax; that’s what he heard you were supposed to do, right? He couldn’t think of any way out of this so just prepared himself mentally to get fucked.

Guido pressed himself in. “Urp!” Joe let out. It hurt, and it hurt really bad. He grimaced in pain but it hurt too much for him to really make any other noise. His face was paralyzed and it was all he could do to breathe without screaming. Guido pulled in an out, giving an extra thrust toward the end, hitting Joe’s prostate with all he had. It felt good, sort of, but his asshole felt like it was going to tear open any second. He tried to relax and enjoy it, meeting with some success.

“Take it, boy,” Guido muttered. “This is the last real cock you’re likely to have touching you. Yeah, c’mon.” Against his conscious will, Joe’s cock started hardening. “Yeah, you do like this, don’t you? I knew you kids were pansies. You deserve to have your balls off, eaten by a real man like me!”

Maybe it was the pain, or the situation, or the hypothermia, but the more Guido said it, the more Joe actually started to believe it. Maybe he did deserve this – he had always liked fooling around with Rick more than with girls, ever since they were kids. Sure, he worked out a lot, and even made captain of the baseball team, but it was always to keep up with Rick, really. Maybe he wasn’t a real man. Maybe he did deserve this.

Joe relaxed a little more and settled into the rhythm, cock hard in anticipation of its removal.

Meanwhile, at the next table old man Spinelli was getting Rick ready to go. The young man was still trying to get free, muscles straining at the straps that held him down but to no avail. Spinelli began shaving his package bare, doing with care so as to avoid nicking his merchandise. Eventually Rick gave up struggling when he saw Joe at the next table getting fucked up the ass and appearing to enjoy it. The sight simply blew his mind.

Spinelli noticed Rick had calmed down. “If you promise not to keep shouting I can take that gag out.”

Rick nodded his head; it wasn’t comfortable. Spinelli removed the gag. “Why?” Rick asked. “Why are you doing this?”

Spinelli smiled and wiped the rest of the hair and shaving lotion away from Rick’s groin, now bare. “Have you studied annelids in school yet?”

“Annelids?”

Spinelli shook his head and muttered something about the state of modern schools. “Annelids. Earthworms. If an earthworm eats the body of another earthworm, it gains some of the dead worm’s memories. Some ancient cultures believed the same thing about human brains. They were partially correct.”

Rick looked at him, dumbfounded. The hell was this old man talking about?

“Eating the brains does nothing. Eating the genitals…that is something. It provides the consumer virility, strength, health, and this way no one has to die.”

“You eat them? You kidnap guys, cut their dicks off, and eat them?” Rick’s voice got a little higher.

Spinelli looked at him, anger showing in his glare. “Careful boy, unless you want the gag back in.” He collected himself and continued. “But you’re more or less correct. You would have been safe if you’d followed the rules. Now, I’m afraid, you must be punished.”

“What keeps us from telling? My dad’s the chief of police! His dad’s the mayor!”

“Your fathers will keep you from telling, boy. They’ve been regular customers since they were your age, as is most of the police department.” Spinelli wiped his groin down with a shiny funny smelling stuff.

Rick relaxed back into the table, head spinning. His dad? His dad was a part of this? Then Spinelli was right…he couldn’t tell anybody. If the cops were in on it then it wasn’t like anybody would bust the old man…he was in such deep shit.

“You won’t want to tell anyone anyway, boy.” Spinelli held up a syringe and gave it a little squirt to make sure all the air was out. “Once they’re gone, all men are the same. Docile, easy to command. Content. Look at Joel; he snuck into the refrigerator two years ago. He hasn’t tried to tell anyone.” So Joel was one of Spinelli’s…geldings or whatever. Rick felt ill.

The old man stuck the syringe into his groin in several places, and Rick felt his whole package go numb. “Please,” Rick begged, tears in his eyes. “I’ll do anything. Anything you want.”

“This is all I want, boy,” he replied, as the scalpel made its first cut. Rick passed out.

Back at Joe’s table, Guido sped up the pace when he saw the old man nearly done with the other boy. Guido had had his eye on these two since they started working at the store. The other one was the alpha boy, he could tell, and this one…this was the more subservient one. Quiet, reserved, probably queer from the way he kept stealing looks at him. He knew the other one would likely let his curiosity get the best of him, and his call to Joel saying there was something wrong with his mother would give them the perfect opportunity to screw themselves. Usually he and his grandfather brought the night’s catch in later in the evening, but tonight they had other things to do, so would be in before the boys would suffocate in the refrigerator. His plan had gone off perfectly, and now he had a boy to fuck and two free sets, as well as fucking with their heads. They’d be like Joel soon…not satisfying to fuck, but they’d know their place.

The kid had a tight ass, that was for sure. Way better than the convenience store clerk; that guy must have been fucked about a million times. Never would have pegged him for a queer, Guido thought. Takes all types, he guessed. He took it slow with the kid, talking him down, telling him what a little shit he was. This was the favorite part of it for him – the humiliation, the degradation. Seemed like the kid had some idea already what he was – he was getting into it.

Guido didn’t enjoy it as much if they didn’t fight. He figured the kid would put up more of a fight, but he seemed to believe everything Guido was saying without much convincing. Too bad; that bored him. He sped up the pace a little bit, eliciting little moans from the kid. That dick would be nice, he thought, I hope grandpa’ll let me have that one. Looks juicy. Nice and big, meaty. He sped up some more, ready to bust his nut, thrusting with his hips. The kid moaned louder and louder, until finally Guido burst inside him, filling up his ass with pearly white cum.

The kid lay there panting, still not to orgasm, still with a hardon. Guido walked over to the shower and washed himself off, noticing that the kid had looked over to see the old man lift his friend’s package off his body and put it on the tray. He savored the look on the kid’s face, the feeling of superiority. Sadly, he didn’t have much time to enjoy it; he needed to clean off the kid – grandpa would be pissed if his meat still had cum all over it by the time the old man was ready to cut it. It looked like he was nearly done with the other kid – the old man already had his new pisshole done. It looked like he was just finishing with the cautery pen and closing him back up.

Guido brought the shaving tray over and lathered up the kid. “Boys like you don’t have hair down here,” he told him. The kid muttered something weakly.

“What did you say?” Guido got right up in his face, trying to look menacing.

“Y…yes, yessir.” The kids eyes were closed he was so scared.

“Good boy.” He liked this one more and more. Too bad they had to cut him; he’d be half inclined to take him home and keep him. He wanted the kid’s cock and balls for himself, though. The old man hadn’t been letting him keep much lately and Guido was becoming increasingly restless; he wanted the rush from it, the feeling of increased masculinity, and the physical effects – his dick had easily doubled in size since he had started helping the old man, and he’d gained at least forty pounds of muscle in three short years. He wanted more, and was sick of being held back.

Mr. Spinelli finished all the stitching and cautery, then wiped the boy down and liberally applied disinfectant to the wounded areas. He stepped back for a moment to admire his work: the boy’s groin was now totally smooth, with a Y-shaped arrangement of stitches the only evidence anything had been there. The boy’s new urinary opening was at the base of the Y, and the split the base of where his penis had once emerged from his abdomen. He bandaged the area and put the removed organs in the refrigerator for storage, then peeled off his gloves and washed up for the other boy. Guido should be finished preparing him by now.

Spinelli shook his head as he thought of his grandson. When he had first brought him into the business, he had been a bright, if underdeveloped, boy. A bit introverted, but a good kid. Now it seemed he had become addicted to the power rush he got from consuming the genitals of the men they kidnapped. Spinelli hadn’t minded him having the occasional one, but he knew Guido had stolen several prime sets out of the refrigerator over the last few months, and the boy was simply having too much. He hoped he wouldn’t have to do anything about him, but if he grew more belligerent and demanding…well, he tried not to think about it.

He walked over to the middle table, where Guido was talking to the boy. It was his usual schtick, about how much better men with dicks were. He allowed Guido to do it because it really did help somewhat; and he was right, more or less. Once their genitals were consumed, the emasculated man couldn’t help but be more subservient to uncut men, and especially the man who consumed his organs. Joel had never given him any trouble whatsoever since he eaten the boy’s manhood, and the old man wondered if maybe this wasn’t for the best anyway. The boys’ fathers would be a pain to deal with, but if need be he could do them as well.

The boy seemed calm – content, almost. He wouldn’t be any trouble. The old man numbed him and rubbed him down with the bright orange disinfectant, then waited a few moments for it to all take effect. “Guido,” he addressed his nephew. The younger man looked up at him, the contempt barely hidden. “Go ahead and clean up; get the store clerk back out to the van and leave him where we found him.”

“But…” Guido began to protest.

“Do, it, boy. Be quick about it and you’ll be back before I finish anyway.” He knew what the boy wanted; and he wasn’t about to give him another set to eat this soon. He’d had one not a week ago.

Guido turned and walked off to clean himself up. Spinelli held up the scalpel and sighted out the places he wanted to cut, then made two clean incisions from the base of the boy’s scrotum up on either side for about two inches. Next came the tendons and ligaments that held his penis upright; once cut it flopped about more easily. Cauterize a few blood vessels, cut in a bit more, repeat. It took at least twenty minutes just to get to the root of the boy’s penis; it was a larger one and they tended to take longer. Finally the old man had it severed and pulled it out to lay on the tray next to him. The boy sighed, apparently pleased that he was now relieved of the organs Guido had convinced him he had no right to to start with.

As he was finishing the boy up, Guido returned. His grandson hadn’t bothered to don a shirt and was panting – he had gone and returned as quickly as possible, apparently, and now waited, his eagerness clear. Spinelli knew he would want the boy’s organs, but he would be disappointed; the old man was not about to give up such a prime set to a nonpaying customer.

He did the stitching slowly and carefully; making an effort to keep the stitches small and even. The boy was still awake; he hadn’t passed out like the other one. Once complete, a final round of cleaning, disinfectant, and he was ready to bandage. “Guido, wrap this one up while I clean off.”

“Grandpa, can I…”

“Later, Guido. Let’s finish our work first.” He trundled over to wash himself off. It had been a long night already.

Joe breathed more evenly now, his head swimming. It had been done; his manhood removed. He felt…strange, but a good sort of strange. Like that feeling that you still have homework to do, even though you’re out of school for the summer. He glanced over at Rick, who was still unconscious.

Old man Spinelli was cleaning up. Guido was standing over him looking down, not at Joe, but at his severed genitals on the plate next to him. “Grandpa,” he said, looking over at the older man who now approached. “Can I have these?”

“No,” the old man answered. Joe could see that he had something in his hand but he couldn’t tell what it was.

“Oh, come on!” Guido yelled, sounding more angry than pleading. “I haven’t had any in almost two months!”

“You stole three sets out of the refrigerator. It cost me a lot of money, Guido.” Spinelli’s voice was calm and even.

“What? I didn’t steal anything! It must have been Joel or something!”

“The camera caught you.”

“What camera?”

“The camera in the refrigerator that you didn’t know was there. Now get these two ready to take home.”

Guido’s breathing was getting heavy and his face was turning red. Joe wondered what he was so mad about. Suddenly, the younger man lunged at the older one, but Spinelli was too fast for Guido.

What Joe had seen was Guido’s taser, now being used against him. The hooks shot out of the handheld device and lodged themselves in Guido’s chest, then sent a jolt of electricity easily sufficient to knock him out.

Spinelli shook his head back and forth slowly, looking at his unconscious nephew. “Guido, Guido…it’s too bad it had to come to this.” The older man flipped him over and undid Guido’s pants and shoes. He stripped him down and then dragged him over to the table the convenience store clerk had been on. With some effort, the older man got his grandson’s considerable bulk up onto the table and arranged in position. Once he was strapped down, Spinelli took a quick break and wiped sweat and blood off his forehead.

He wished he could have sold Guido’s set – it was huge after all the men he’d consumed; it would have fetched a lot of money. But, he needed this one for himself. He’d have a lot to eat tonight, both Guido and the other two boys. Hmm…he could have one of those now; it would give him a nice energy boost.

Joe watched Spinelli walk over to his table. His genitals were still lying on the tray next to him, now limp and cooling. Spinelli held them up over his head and lowered Joe’s scrotum and balls into his mouth, then bit down hard, tearing them away from the penis and its root. He chewed for a few moments, relishing the flavor and the rush. As Joe watched he seemed to get a bit younger, almost – maybe just an aura, maybe for real. Spinelli’s back straightened a little bit and his eyes grew brighter even. He swallowed the testicles and ate Joe’s cock in two bites.

Joe felt a certain fuzziness in his brain. Now when he looked at the man he felt a certain affection…no, that wasn’t the word. Admiration was more like it. Adulation, even. He would do anything the old man told him to do, that was for sure.

“You should be ready to get up, boy,” Spinelli said to Joe, and released him from the straps. Joe was still numb in his groin and a little stiff. “Walk slowly or you’ll tear the stitching.” Joe stood up, a little wobbly. “Just sit there for the moment.”

Spinelli was now wide awake and alert; the rush from consuming the boy’s manhood was more than enough to perk him up. He had a decent boner going under his pants, but he wanted to go ahead and take care of Guido before he work up – Spinelli wasn’t sure the straps would hold him.

It was routine now. Joe watched it this time being done to somebody else: shave, disinfectant, three incisions and some digging and off came Guido’s entire package. It was huge, even soft. Twenty minutes with the cautery pen and a bunch of stitches later and Guido was as neuter as he was. He deserves it, Joe thought. Stealing from his grandfather and trying to attack him, too.

Rick was moaning on the other table, then awoke startled. Spinelli noticed and went over to his table as Joe turned himself to look. “Awake now, are we? I suppose it’s time to take care of you now, eh?” Rick blinked a few times and moved his head a bit. Spinelli held up Rick’s set, holding it by the root of the cock. “Too bad it’s so small, eh?” the old man asked rhetorically. “You should be thanking me for relieving you of it, boy.” And with that, he plopped Rick’s whole package into his mouth, chewed, and swallowed. Joe knew what Rick was going through and could even see his eyes change expression as the old man swallowed.

Spinelli walked back past Joe’s table, ordering Joe to let Rick up. He released him, and the two of them hobbled over to watch the old man consume Guido’s manhood. It was enormous; his cock was a good six or seven inches limp, and Joe’s ass told him it was a hell of a lot bigger erect. His balls were together the size of a softball.

Spinelli started with the cockhead, tearing it off in his teeth, and then worked his way down Guido’s penis, ripping off a piece, then chewing and swallowing. When he got most of the way down, he stopped for a moment. “The boy’s a mouthful…”

It took him a good ten minutes to eat the whole thing. When he was done, Joe was sure this time that it wasn’t an illusion – Spinelli looked about twenty years younger, like a fifty year old man in really good shape. He even looked bulkier and his hair darker. His liver spots were faded, his skin less wrinkled, and he had a big ol’ tent in his pants.

“Well, one last thing to take care of, boys…”