Glory Hole

[Author's note: This is 100% fiction. FICTION! It never happened, and I hope it never does. I'd like to say this was "my story idea" but it's not really, as I have read somewhere sometime something with a similar kick to it. Well, the seeds been in my mind, rolling around there, ever since, and so, hell, I put the words to paper and let the thoughts come out. Any feedback will be appreciated.--Nathan]

Fuck. Too many fags, that's what I say. I started taken em out, in my own way, about six years ago. Done more than a dozen now, and it's so easy I have to laugh. God, they just don't think, don't care, worrying about AIDS and all the other shit but forgettin' about guys like me. Straight guys. Guys that know what a dick's for, who know how to fuck a cunt and do it regularly. Yeah, I like to teach em, I do.

Last night was typical. Just another young guy to castrate. Long before I saw his ID I knew he was a college kid. You can tell, the way he was dressed, in his Tommy Hilfiger jeans and his rock concert t-shirt. So sharp, so cool, you would think he'd be chasing women instead of being a faggot. Well, he might be trying to hide his need from his mom and dad, but he sure as shit ain't hiden' nothing nomore. No sir ree he's not. God...that is funny, don't you think?

I surf the net first, and find the holes where they congregate. Don't know why they advertise the glory holes, but hell, they are there, and any high school teenager could find em if he even only half-tried to look. Some do even. I don't care their age, although I haven’t nutted anyone under eighteen yet and I don't plan to. Of course, I don't even see them until I've made the punch. I've had the chance once, but the kid was all freakin out, and hell, I figured he was young enough that perhaps he might change his mind and so I only speared him. But when I took his wallet and saw he was only sixteen I just didn’t feel like I should nut him. Guess I've got a soft heart.

He was tempting, but I left my knife in my pocket and left him hanging there instead, his dick stuck, fucking the glory hole and freakin as he was doin' it. Still, I had already skewered him though, sure as shit I had, and while I usually make the 911 call that time I took his wallet and called his mom and dad instead. I only wish I could have been there when THEY found him. God that's funny, don't you think? How the hell could he explain that one? Well, yeah, the glory holes are where it's at, and every city has got them, and they are advertised, and it’s a great place to go if you want a fag to nut.

The freeways are my favorites, cause the rest areas are never that far from an exit ramp, so I can do the deed, and be gone long before they ever think to start lookin for me. At night, late, they are isolated enough, but if you hang around, well, soon enough someone shows up and I'm there waitin, waitin on their need as they are coming to take care of mine. The best holes are the ones near the universities...just seems the college fags are oh-so-hot, but they aren't that careful and they come, oh sure they do, and they are hard and eager and their minds are clouded with their lust. It's so funny, the perfect crime, and the way I do it they never even see my face.

Last night I did it the usually way. It was a long drive, but I hadn't been there before, and it seemed like a good state to visit. Two hundred miles might be a long way to go for a sac, but hell, I'm careful, and I enjoy driving, and I like the challenge. Anyway, I headed up the turnpike, and stopped just outside exit 35, where the glory hole was advertised. I parked way away from the rest room, just to be sure. It probably doesn’t matter, as my car's the kind nobody notices. When I went into the rest room sure as shit it was there, a two inch hole stuffed with 'tp' and right in the back, through the last two stalls.

It was ten miles from the nearby college, and it didn’t take long before the first kid showed up. I'd have to say he was there in less than fifteen minutes after I sat down. From his pubes, I know he was blond, and I liked the smell of his musk, and I almost did him too, but before I spiked him another one came in.... Funny thing, he didn't pull out, like most guys do. Usually they run like shit if someone else walks in, but not him. No....this faggot just pushed harder, and so I had to finish and let him shoot. After he filled the rubber he walked out....and the guy that had come and waited at the sink took his place!

Can you believe THAT? This place was hotter than it was described. God... the guy had been WAITING! For a second I felt like I was in a fag beehive or something. For God's sake, I've never had a guy WAIT for me to finish someone else so he could take his turn! Hell, I was beginning to worry I'd never get a chance. Yeah, never seen a setup like that one. Hell, fuck, I wanted the second guy a lot....cause he had red hair and I've always wanted to take a sac from a red headed fag. He was a prime piece, and hard and big and perfect....but just before he dumped his load another fuckin car pulled up and when the doors opened I lost my chance. The red headed fag pulled out, and left in a hurry, and I guess he must of jerked off later, cause I never saw him back and I would have waited forever to nut him.

It was way too busy, and I didn't want to suck any more of them than I had too, and besides, I knew I was a little early. So, I did the smart thing and took a drive and worked my way down the road in the opposite direction. An hour later I came back, and by then things had quieted down a lot and the parking lot was virtually empty. So, well, then I went back, to the stall, and that’s when I got lucky and got my balls. It was after one a.m. and I sat there in the corner waitin, with my bag of tools. For a while I figured I had waited a bit too long, but just about the time I was gonna call it a night this college kid showed up and I knew right then he was the one.

He looked around...I could tell from the sounds he was making that he was casing it over...then, finally, he got the nerve and hit the stall next to mine. He seemed nervous....and I figured he probably hadn't done this too many times. Still, he was a faggot, sure as shit, and when I did see it finally his cock was hard and he was drippin and so he deserved what he got. When he went into his stall he made a lot of noise, but finally, he hot his pants down and after that the two of us, side by side and separated by the divider, just set there and stared at the hole.

I figured he needed the time to get up the nerve, and well, hell, I'll wait if I need to when I'm ball huntin. It's worth it, and patience is the key to getting the balls I want. So, we stared at the glory hole, and it was there, between us, waiting, like a beacon, waitin for him and he for it.

I had my foot down, below, and I scratched it on the concrete, next to his. He did the same, a little scratch back....and then he did it again, pushing his Nike up next to mine. My jeans were at my ankles. I always wear the ones the kids do...trying to look younger, and I let their imagination take it from there.

I slipped a finger in the hole...just for a sec, and then withdrew it...the bait there, lingering. He pushed his own finger in then...and I touched it....caressed it. I had put some KY on my fingers, ready, and so when he slid the finger I oiled it up....teasing it, as if it was his dick...and then I slipped my lips around it and he gasped. A second later I pushed a Trojan through the hole, and he took it. That’s the best way, and gets their attention, and if they take that then what's to come is no longer a question.

Sure enough, I heard him shuffling then, and he stepped out of his own jeans with one leg...and I got myself ready, the spike in my hand. In less than thirty seconds he pushed it in...slid his erection through that hole. The kid had a big cock, I'll give him that, and while it would have satisfied any woman alive he was shoving it in my face instead. Fuck. God. Still....I touched it...stroked it through the latex, and I heard him groan.

His dick was huge, and for a college kid it was thick too. I gritted my teeth, and steeled myself for the task. Then, God...on my knees, and finally, I took it in...let him between my lips and after that I started the suckin that drops their guard. It was my third cock of the night, and I was determined this time to get his balls. I felt the usually stirring in my pants, the way I always do, and I figured it's because I know their balls are there, swinging, waiting for my knife and for me to take them. Yeah, that's why I get hard....it has to be.

Anyway, he was in ecstasy at that point, pushing forward, a rhythmic push that was made for women. Fuck the faggot....pushing his meat into my mouth like my mouth was a pussy...in and out....the gross latex almost gagging me. Still, I sure as shit ain't gonna swallow a guy's load, so I sucked him in the rubber, the way I always do, and from the moans he was making I don't think the faggot cared.

I licked the underside of his shaft....up the length of it and then across the end, where his slit is, and even through the rubber I could tell it was oozing out his fluids. I worked my tongue around the big bulging head like it was some kind of warm popsicle. With my bare left hand I felt his cock....gripping it....letting him push forward into my mouth and through my hand. He started doin it then faster, the kid in a hurry I guess, just pushing forward faster and faster and faster. I gripped the kid's shaft...and squeezed it, and I could tell from his moaning then that he was gonna blow his wad. Faggot. God...you would think it would have gagged me but I got through it.

In my right hand I held the ice pick. I was gripping it, wearing my latex glove, as I don't take a chance on leaving my prints. Such a simple device....and they sell them at any hardware store. Still, evil, sharp...pointed, and with a good handle too, to hold it and to let me make the thrust when the time is right. Wrapped around the base of the steel is a big, thick rubber band, and I've got it twisted in place and its hanging there, waitin, waitin for the thrust and the jerk and the scream.

In and out he pushed his cock, and I felt him rubbin his faggot dick in the back of my throat. I've learned to relax my throat, to take it in, and so as the kid went deep I just relaxed and let him do it. I guess it put him in heaven, cause he was grunting then, making the thrust like a wild man, deep, hard, pushing so hard his pubic hair was coming through the hole.

Then he yelled, "OH YEAHHHHHHHHH" and when he did I could feel his dick pulsating, felt the warm jism filling the rubber, jetting out and into it, filling it, squirting out with a vengeance, captured there in the end, pent up and wasted. Sperm is made for a woman, and yet he didn’t care and just squirted it into my mouth instead, screaming in his ecstasy and ejaculating with such intensity that the entire divider shook. He had his hands at the top, gripping it at that point, just gripping the divider as he slammed his dick home. That’s when I speared him, as he was squirtin' out his faggot load, the way I always do.

I took my left hand and yanked, as hard as I could, pulling his cock into the hole and timed with his thrust. That’s when I spiked him---hard, a single thrust, and the sharp steel went straight up and through the base of his cock and so easily that it's hard to believe. He screamed, the way they always do, and of course he tried to jerk it out, but only screamed again when he felt the steel. I took the rubber band then, still wrapped around the base of the metal, and brought it out, over his cock, and back over the end of the metal spike. I wrapped around his cock in the other direction, twice, to make sure, then over the tip of the steel once more. After that the ice pick and his cock were one and the same.

Sure, there's blood, but I don't wait around for it, and with the spike still in him it doesn’t bleed as much as you would think. He sure wasn’t gonna bleed to death. Still, he's screaming then...trying to extract his faggot cock from the hole... screaming.... gasping...... and yet spiked the way it is there is no WAY he can pull it out. I laughed. Then, I counted to ten, just to stay calm, and after that I slipped on the second latex glove, for my left hand, and once I had that done I didn't have to be so careful what I touched.

Finally, I slipped on my mask, just to make sure. I went into motion then, and was out of my stall and into his so fast he never saw me coming. I went up, under the divider, from the other side, and not from the front, and since he's not expecting that he wasn't looking. As I came up from behind him, I stared at his body, squirming there, feeling the pain in his cock and trying to figure out why he couldn't get it back through the hole.

He was a young faggot, and I guessed him to be about nineteen, or maybe twenty. He had a hard body and a firm ass. He was wearing a rock t-shirt, and his pants were half off, wrapped around his right ankle...bunched up and off and mopping the floor as he struggled. One glance told me he wore boxers, the way all the kids do these days. The boy was wet with sweat, and his pits had circles under them where he had sweated his shirt while he had been thrusting. He was a thin kid, but not skinny, and he was built. His legs were still pushing forward, to take the strain off the spike through his dick and to lesson the pain. Still, it was the same muscles that are meant for fucking, and as he pushed his rump forward into the glory hole it seemed such a waste to me. Still, God, it made me hard.

His hair was jet black, and he was looking at the ceiling, begging, screaming....and jerking so wildly that the divider was shaking. His legs were spread, and he was lifting one foot, and then the other, trying to figure out something, anything, to stop the pain and to withdraw his cock. As he struggled his pants came all the way off, and after that he was mine. I slipped the homemade ball gag out of the bag, and over his head then, and as I slipped it into place he turned and when he saw me and the mask, his eyes went wide. Of course, at that point he knew, KNEW it was over, and whatever I wanted I could have.

He let go, and tried to turn and to reach for me. I kicked his feet apart...wider....and then forward, almost as if I was kicking them under the divider. Of course, as I did that, he started to fall backwards but his skewered cock held him. He screamed, into the gag, and caught himself on the divider, and in that position he couldn't move, couldn't let go, and so he was helpless and hanging and desperate.

I didn't hurry. You would think I would, but for some reason I don't once I am doing them. I took one of my strings, just a thin rope really, and looped it around his ankle and then pulled it out, around the divider. His right leg went out, wide then, and he grunted into his gag, and looked back at me, his eyes pleading. He mumbled something, but I couldn’t tell what he was begging and it didn't matter anyway. He had a smooth face, but there was a dusting of fuzz on his upper lip, and I figured he hadn't shaved in a day or so. I took the second string then, and did the same to his left ankle, and then around the toilet. With a pull, I had his left leg out wide then, and after that he was gripping the divider as if his life depended on it.

He pushed up on his toes, trying to lift his cock up, to make it hurt less, and it was taking all of his concentration. He was helpless, and he knew it. I picked out his wallet, and opened it. Gregory Kingston. Nineteen. Barely, by a week. He had his student ID, and twenty-three bucks, and a condom all rolled up and waiting. He was a freshman, and that made me smile. No pictures. A picture of a girl could have saved him, but it was missing, the way I knew it would be. Faggot. 100%. Well, his college days were gonna be a lot different after tonight. I decided to pocket the condom, as I didn't think he would need it anymore. Besides, he was already wearing one, and it wasn't coming off as long as the spike was there.

Then I got down on my knees, and hefted his faggot balls. He didn't like that...and was slamming into the divider, but with his cock skewered on the other side he didn't dare let go. He grunted, screaming into his gag really. The kid had a big sac, and it was hanging, loose, and his empty balls seemed to swing to his thrusts. Hard to believe he didn't like girls. Well, I knew I wanted his set, and it was waiting, waiting for me and I knew it was time. I may not hurry, but I don't linger either. I'm not stupid.

So, I took the piece of latex rubber I had in my bag, and with it I noosed his nuts. You can get them at any drugstore, and they work perfect for the task at hand. I got mine at the toy store, where the slingshots were sold. I just make the initial knot...then wrap it, around and around, stretching it out....tight.....really tight, and finally I end the loop with a second knot...which seems to do the job and to do it well. When the latex snapped back his nuts were noosed, and they changed color immediately as the blood was cut off.

Of course, the guy having it done to him never likes that much, and this one was no exception. He was slamming into the divider, feeling me as I cinched off his sac, and yet he couldn't do much but jerk and scream and stare back at me. He tried to pull his legs together, but the ropes were tight, and every time he moved of course he jerked his cock, and the waves of pain were taking their toll.

As I was there, between his legs, I could see his muscles tighten, and he kept jerking and thrusting as I played with his nuts. His ass was so firm, and his hole was ringed with a dusting of hair. I looked at it, the way it was tight and round and ringed with muscle. For a second I wondered what it would be like to fuck it, to just push my own cock deep in that hole and feel him struggle. I don't know...perhaps, well, perhaps someday I'll take the plunge just to find that out.

As it was, I reached around and felt his flat stomach, and let my hands run down to the base of his cock...feeling his hair. He had a bush of sorts, but it was a small patch really, and that surprised me. He gasped...the pain increased as I worked my hand between him and the divider. Of course, that stretched his cock....but it was skewered and it was never coming back through that hole as long as that ice pick was in place. Finally, I was tired and it was time and so I pulled out my knife.

I showed it to him....I don't know why, but there is something I get out of letting them see it. It’s a special little knife, made for a special purpose. It's a mariner's knife, made for men who work the ships and make their living on the sea. A seaman's knife. The blade is curved, and razor sharp, like a hook, and its made to cut a line under tension with a single pull. It can save your life if you become entangled, and if you slip it over a rope and jerk your hand it will sever the line so fast you won't even know it was there.

Of course, I had no intention of cutting any rope. I slipped it under the tie, and around the neck of his scrotum, above his balls that were hanging, waiting, for me and my knife and the jerk of my hand. The neck of his scrotum rested right in the hook of the blade, against the edge, waiting, waiting for me to make the pull and to take his nuts. He felt me do it...felt the knife and his balls, and he turned to me, his eyes wide, begging, gripping the divider and watchin me as I watched him. He was pleading, mumbling into his gag. We locked eyes, Gregory Kingston and I, and for a second I stared into his soul. Then I winked, and when I did I jerked my hand and his balls came free.

His entire body shuddered, and I ejaculated at the same time. God knows why, but I usually do, and as I squirted into my pants I felt the feeling and it made me smile. I held his balls and squirted out my load. He was staring at me as I came, watching me as I pumped out my wad, the feeling of heaven and earth now for the moment one and the same. Finally, I finished, and then I looked back at him and he was still staring at me. I always love their expression when I take their balls. I felt so good and he felt so bad. What a contrast, and it made me grin. Still, I know I was doing him a favor of sorts, saving him from himself and a life chasing cocks. Soon he would have his lust under control and so, in a very real way I was giving him back a life worth living.

He gasped when I took them...the look on his face one of total disbelief. He shuddered, and I heard him grunt as I was grunting myself, and perhaps he was cumming again with me, although I can't confirm it. On the other side of the divider the condom was still on his cock, skewered there, and so nothing hit the floor, or could, no matter how many wads he shot.

Well, I didn't look at it again, and so I don't know if he stayed hard but I suspect he did not. I think once you put a hole in a guy's cock it deflates pretty quickly. One thing for sure, without his balls his life of boners was done. I guess I don't care. But I do know that I liked the feeling, the power of unmanning him, and perhaps that's why I showed them to him. I always do. After their balls come off, I let them quiver in my hands until they finally stop, and then I always hold them up and show them. I was grinning as I held his balls, and as he looked at them he was gasping...staring at them, the look on his face just so priceless that it made it all worthwhile.

Of course, once I had them I didn't want them anymore, and they sure weren't gonna do him any good. So, I dropped his balls in the toilet, while he watched, and then with a flush, they were gone. He whimpered in his gag as he watched them go, and it made me giggle. Then, the job done, I picked up my tools, and left him there, still hanging on the wall, castrated, the expression on the kid's eunuch face one of total disbelief. When I went outside there was no one in the parking lot, except for two trucks at the other end. I got in my car, and up, onto the freeway, and a few minutes later I was off the next exit and taking the state route and heading for home. I stopped at a coffee shop, and then got some gas, and while I was there I made the call. He probably would have been found anyway, by someone, but better to make and the call was free. After that, I smiled, and drank my coffee and drove and drove, watching the sun come up as I took the scenic route home.

[Authors note: © Copyright February, 2003. All rights reserved. Not to be copied without the consent of the author.]