The American Prince 17: Mark's Revenge

“What’re you gonna do?” Tommy asked nervously.
“I’m gonna train you as my assistants,” Mark said. “It seems your eunuch friend here and his brothers mangled my hands so badly I can’t do surgery any more. So Colin’s going to have to learn to do it for me so I can resume my business of selling fresh young eunuchs to my rich customers and get back to the business of living the way I deserve. Oh, and thank you for coming along with him this morning. You will be his first patient, and if you survive you can also train to do the surgery as well.”
“Rahim’s out of business for good,” Colin told him. “You will be too if you try anything.”

“I know all about your little tussle with Rahim, thanks to the national TV news,” Mark replied. “But don’t let that bother you. There are lots of others in the world who have more money than they know what to do with and are willing to pay top dollar for pretty little boys like you, or at least like you used to be. But that reminds me, Colin, you owe me twenty million dollars. I will probably be needing that money go get started, you know, with equipment and all. We’ll be talking about that later, but you might want to be thinking of what to say to your father to get him to cough up what he owes me.”

“He won’t pay you shit!” Colin spat back at Mark.
“We’ll see,” Colin said. “Maybe he’d be willing to pay something to save your friend’s balls. After all, you can go to jail for a very long time for emasculating your friends... or should I say former friends? He might not be all that friendly after you cut his cock and balls off.”
“I’m not cuttin’ Tommy’s balls off, or anyone else’s for you, you filthy rat!” Colin said angrily.
“You pathetic little eunuch slut!” Mark returned. “When I finish with you, you’ll be begging me to let you cut anyone you can find. Rahim told me all about you. He told me how much you love getting fucked! He told me how you can still cum, even without any equipment. He told me how your little eunuch butt tightens up again just as if it were a virgin. And I saw with my own eyes how you got hard just before I castrated you. And then there’s those precious brothers of yours!

“What about my brothers?” Colin demanded.
“I know as much about your family as you do, you little whore! I know when little Paul goes for his music lessons. I know when Paul and Gary play soccer and when they practice; I know when Steve and Gary go for swimming lessons, when they all go for music lessons, when they swim alone in that big pool of yours. You think for one second it was an accident, my running across you on the road? You and your precious family are my only hope now, you useless little man fucker! I’m broke, thanks to you and your family, and you’re going to get me back on my feet. They told me it would be at least a hundred years before I could get my license to practice medicine back. You really fucked me up, you little faggot whore, and I’m looking to you to get me back in business.”

Colin looked at Tommy and saw the absolute terror in his face. They both knew that they were dealing with a madman, and they both knew that he had a power over Colin that could not be denied: he had control over what had become Colin’s love for his father and his brothers. They both were painfully aware that Colin would not, could not, jeopardize the safety of his family. Tommy didn’t say anything, but his look said it all. His look said very clearly to Colin: “Please be careful when you castrate me!”

“Leave my family alone,” Colin said weakly. Mark just laughed.

The sun was high in the sky when they arrived on the outskirts of Orlando. Mark pulled off the highway and through a few subdivisions, finally pulling into the driveway of a modest ranch style house. Colin thought he might have a chance to make some sort of a move now, it being broad daylight on a Sunday. His heart sank though when Mark pushed the button on a remote control and the garage door opened. He drove inside, then quicky closed the door again. “I don’t have the privacy here that I did in Boston,” he said as he rolled all the windows of the car up. “I’m gonna have to gag you boys till I have you safely in the special room I’ve prepared for you. I was lucky enough to find this house that had been converted to a medical clinic, but it’s not nearly as elaborate as what I had in Boston.”

He reached over the back seat and stuffed a rag in each of the boys’ mouths, then tied them in place with another rag. “Sorry about that,” he said mockingly, “I can’t have you two singing to the neighbors before I get you into your soundproof quarters, can I?” With that he opened the rear door of the car and ushered the helpless boys into the house, through the kitchen and into a room inside the room that had been a family room. “You can scream your fuckin’ heads off in here if you like,” he said as he removed the gags. “I hope you’re comfy in here. I have to go out for a while, but never fear, I’ll be back.”

As soon as they heard the lock click in the door, the boys started looking around. “Don’t say anything you don’t want him to hear,” Colin warned. “He had his whole house in Boston bugged, and this one probably is too.” Tommy nodded, not that he had much to say anyway. They were both still handcuffed, so even if they did find a way out chances are they wouldn’t be able to take advantage of it. But that wasn’t what was bothering Tommy, and Colin knew it.

“Tommy,” he said as they looked into each other’s eyes, “I... I’m not gonna castrate you.”
“You might not have any choice,” Tommy replied. “You heard what he said. He’s obviously been watching you guys. If he can grab us, he can grab them too. I know you, Colin, and I know you won’t let anything happen to your brothers, ‘cause you love them.”
“I’m not gonna hurt you, Tommy,” Colin repeated. “Yeah, I love my brothers, but... But I love you too, Tommy!”

Tommy looked at his friend more closely than he had ever looked before. “Colin, are you saying...”
“I dunno what I’m sayin’ Tommy,” Colin said. “Except that when we get outta here, and we WILL get out, we gotta talk.”
“Fine with me, but right now we have other fish to fry. You got any ideas?”
“Nope. But we’ll think of something. In the meantime you gotta trust me, Tommy. I’m not gonna cut ya.”

Colin leaned his face in close to Tommy’s. Tommy was horrified to think that he was about to be kissed and didn’t know how to react, but Colin didn’t kiss him; instead he whispered in his ear. “I’m gonna say some things,” he whispered. “I wanna try to bait Mark, to find out if he’s listening or watching. Just go along with what I say, ok? But I meant what I said. Somehow I’m gonna find a way not to cut you.”

Now Tommy was really confused. Of the things Colin had said so far, which were true and which were said only to bait Mark? Had Colin’s expression of love been genuine or not? The look on his face certainly had Tommy convinced, but after his whispered comment, he simply didn’t know. And if it were genuine, what exactly did it mean?

Tommy and Colin were both on the floor asleep when Mark came back. They had no idea how long they’d been there, but it was long enough that they were both starving. They had both had to use the toilet they found in one corner at least twice, and being handcuffed didn’t make that little chore any easier so they had to help each other. When Colin was helping Tommy, he felt the familiar phantom sensations of the erection that he couldn’t possibly be having, but there was no mistaking what those feelings meant. Nevertheless they managed to perform their bodily functions without making a mess, which was something of an accomplishment. Colin had been taking enemas for so long he couldn’t move his bowels without them now, but he’d had his enema yesterday so he was fine for a day or two. Nevertheless it seemed to both Colin and Tommy that they’d been out a lot longer than a day or two. They supposed that Mark must have somehow slipped them a drug of some sort while they were asleep.

“So what have you two been up to while I was gone?” Mark said cheerfully as he locked the door behind him. “You’ve been comfy I hope?”
“Yeah, Mark,” Colin said sarcastically, “we love sleeping on the floor. I love wipin’ Tommy’s ass with my hands cuffed behind me, and we just adore takin’ each other’s pants down with our hands cuffed behind us. Just like home.”
“Sorry about that,” Mark said lightly, “but it couldn’t be helped. I had some errands to run and Tommy’s gonna be glad I did. I had to get some Lidocaine for your little upcoming operation, Tommy. I don’t think you’d enjoy being emasculated very much without a little pain killer. That’s gonna happen real soon now, so I’m gonna take the cuffs off you so you can get undressed. While you are out of the cuffs, I’ll just hold my gun against your eunuch slut friend’s head in case you get any ideas that are inconsistent with my plans. Are you ready?”

Tommy nodded, afraid to speak aloud lest his voice betray how terrified he was. As he undressed, Mark spoke to Colin about the procedure he was to follow. “It’ll be basically the same procedure I did with you,” he said. “Hopefully you’ll remember some of it. First you’ll shave him around the crotch, then apply lots of betadyne. After the site is good and brown, you will simply cut two small incisions in the sides of his sac and squeeze out the balls, then clamp them and cut them off. After that you will cauterize the stumps and remove the clamps, then stitch up the incisions. I’ll talk you through the penectomy when you get there, but if you recall I did it in two steps. The first step you seem to have pretty well covered because that’s what you did to me. Then the more difficult one, and the one where you can kill your friend if you don’t get it right, is removing the root of the penis. I’ll talk you through the whole thing and you’d better pay attention, if you care at all about your friend’s life.”

As soon as Tommy was naked, Mark had him place one handcuff back on his right wrist, then hold his hands behind his back while Mark got the left cuff in place. He then gagged the two frightened boys, then led them out of the soundproof room and into what appeared to be a fairly well equipped medical examination room. Once there he closed and locked the door, then instructed Colin to help Tommy get on the examination table. When Tommy hesitated, he clicked the hammer of the gun that was still against Colin’s temple. Colin almost fainted, wondering if he would hear the bang of the gun before his head blew apart. Tommy got the message and struggled to get on the table. Colin helped him up, then strapped his legs into the stirrups and his body to the table itself. Mark shifted positions then, holding the gun to Tommy’s head. “Wash in the sink, Colin,” he instructed. “While you’re doing that I’ll get his arms secured.”

As he washed, Colin somehow managed to convince his captor that he couldn’t do the surgery with a gag in his mouth because he might need to ask a question in a hurry. Mark finally consented and allowed Colin to remove the gag after warning him that if he screamed, there would be a bullet in Tommy’s temple before the scream was over. Colin promised that he wouldn’t scream. After he was washed, Colin donned a surgical gown, then proceeded to shave Tommy’s entire crotch area and swab betadyne all over it. “I’m so sorry,” he said to Tommy with tears in his eyes as he injected the pain killing lidocaine. “I really thought I could figure a way out of this, but now I dunno...”

Tommy watched in horror as the last of his thick bush of pubic hair was shaved away, then the entire area turned brown as Colin applied the antiseptic. He heard Colin’s apology, and the tears in his friend’s eyes had him really scared. Colin was going to do it, in spite of his promises! “It’s ok,” he tried to say through his gag. “I understand.” But he truly didn’t understand. He didn’t understand why he was being castrated, and he certainly wasn’t a willing participant. So why then did he have an erection that was so hard it was painful?

Colin stalled as long as he could, but finally he had to put on the rubber surgical gloves Mark pointed to, then he picked up the scalpel that was laid out with other instruments on a small tray near the table. “Just make the first incision right on the side there,” Mark instructed. “After that you can pop his ball right out, then do the other side. Then we’ll clamp them.”

Colin looked at Tommy. There were tears in both their eyes, but Tommy nodded. Did that nod mean to go ahead, or was Tommy consenting to whatever plan Colin had? In truth Colin didn’t have a plan, but his mind was whizzing at an incredible rate, trying to assess every possibility; but there was simply none coming to him that seemed workable. He turned his attention to the task at hand, grit his teeth as Mark told him he was in the right spot, and made the first incision. Tommy didn’t flinch, an indication that at least he hadn’t felt any pain. A thin sliver of blood appeared and ran down the smooth scrotum to the underside. Colin tried to gently squeeze the contents through the opening, but it slithered out of his grasp. He tried again with the same result.

He looked at Mark and noticed the other’s eyes seemed to have gone glassy. He noticed a slight movement in Mark’s body, which was when he noticed that Mark was groping and fondling his crotch with his free hand. The son of a bitch was getting turned on watching Tommy’s absolutely perfect teen body being mutilated! At that point Colin knew he could not go through with it, even if it meant risking both their lives.

“It won’t come out,” he complained. “Every time it gets close to the opening, it slips out of my grip and back into the sac.”
“Try again,” Mark instructed. Colin did, this time purposely allowing the errant orb to slide back into its home. “Let me show you,” Mark said as he got off the stool he was sitting on and approached the area between Tommy’s legs. With the gun to Colin’s head now, he took his free hand and, despite his gnarled fingers, roughly squeezed the bleeding scrotum and Tommy’s left testicle popped out. “Nothing to it,” he commented as he started back to his stool. For a brief moment, only a fraction of a second, the evil looking weapon in his hand pointed harmlessly to the floor. It wasn’t much of an opening and Colin knew it; he also knew it could well be the only opening of any kind he would have, so without thinking further of the consequences, he acted.

“Oh shit!” Colin exclaimed. His sudden comment had the desired effect as Mark turned to face him, wondering what the problem was. He didn’t have the space he wanted to achieve a full swing, but doing the best he could Colin brought his right hand down hard on Mark’s gun hand, then planted his foot violently into the man’s groin. Totally taken by surprise, the man fired the gun harmlessly into the floor, then dropped it as he sank to his knees holding his crotch. Colin sprang on him, clapping his open hands together with Mark’s ears between them, then planting his right fist on the bridge of Mark’s nose. Another kick, this time more savage, to Mark’s crotch, then a choke hold on his neck had Mark reeling and dizzy. He reached up to the table where he’d put Tommy’s handcuffs and snapped them into place as Tommy watched, totally astonished at the suddenness of it all. “Put these on,” Colin instructed Tommy as he unfastened his arm restraints and handed him a pair of rubber gloves. “Take the gun and watch him. If he tries to get up shoot his fuckin’ head off!”

Colin handed Tommy the gun after Tommy had the gloves on, then ran to the lockup room where his own handcuffs had been discarded. Running back to the clinic, he snapped them in place on Mark’s ankles. “Now I gotta get that nut back in and stitch you up,” he said as he donned a fresh pair of gloves. “This might hurt a little.” He was surprised that Tommy had nothing to say, then he realized that Tommy still had a gag in his mouth. “I’ll get that gag in a minute,” he promised.

He had little trouble getting Tommy’s testicle back into its sac, and then he undertook to suture the wound. He had never done such a thing before and made a general mess, but it at least stopped the bleeding which was all he wanted to do. He applied some antiseptic ointment and a small dressing, telling Tommy they would have to get him to a hospital as soon as they had finished their business here. “What business?” Tommy asked as Colin removed his gag.
“That piece of shit on the floor,” Colin replied. “We turned him over to the law once and all they did was turn him loose. This time we’re gonna make sure he never messes with another boy.”“What’re you gonna do?” Tommy inquired.

“He was gettin’ real turned on watching you get castrated,” Colin said as he and Tommy attempted to lift the man onto the table Tommy had just vacated. “He seems to like castration so much, we’re gonna castrate him!”
“Colin, do you think that’s a good idea?” Tommy asked, then he caught the full meaning of Colin’s intent and set about to help his friend. He covered his naked body with a surgical gown, more to keep blood off himself than any concerns of contamination. “Leave the gloves on,” he told Colin. “We don’t want any fingerprints on any of the surgical instruments.”
“Good idea,” Colin said as he applied the last strap to restrain Mark in the splayed position. “We’ll have to wipe anything I touched without gloves, like the hypodermic and the razor. Let’s do that now. Our piece of shit friend here is still dazed a bit, and I want him fully awake when he gets cut.”

Colin placed Tommy’s gag in Mark’s mouth and tied it tight, then the two boys rummaged around wiping anything that might have Colin’s fingerprints. Mark was beginning to whine and beg, but they couldn’t make out what he was saying, not that they cared. “You’re gonna numb the area?” Tommy questioned when he saw Colin refilling the same syringe he’d used on Tommy. They hadn’t bothered to denude their patient, but just cut a huge hole in the crotch of his pants and underwear.

“You bet!”Colin said. “I want him to see the whole thing. I don’t want him passing out from the pain. It’d be a shame if he slept through his own castration!” He plunged the needle directly into Mark’s left testicle and shoved the plunger home, then refilled it and did the same on the right side. Mark was screaming into his gag, but the result was only a muffled moan. “I guess we’re ready,” he said as he picked up a scalpel. “How are you doin’ Tommy?”
“I’m fine,” the other answered after inspecting the wound. He was bleeding a little, but not enough to concern the enraged boys.

“You wanna do one?” Colin offered.
“You bet your ass I do!” Tommy replied. “You do the first one so I can see how ya do it, then I’ll do the other one.”

“Hey, look!” Colin exclaimed with a giggle. “He’s gettin’ hard! He really wants this.” They both laughed as Mark’s one inch stump, to his horror, grew to two inches and stood, ugly and proud, as Mark shook his head violently from side to side. Knowing that they had to do this quickly and then get Tommy to a hospital, Colin made a long incision on the left side of Mark’s scrotum, then squeezed the large nut within out through the opening.

“That looked so easy!” Tommy exclaimed. “You didn’t get mine out that easy.”
“Didn’t want to,” Colin laughed. “I wanted Mark to do it so I could get him off guard.”
“You devious little eunuch shit!” Tommy said with a grin. “You planned the whole thing!”
“Not exactly. But I figured if I didn’t so something pretty soon you were gonna be a eunuch whether I liked it or not, and I definitely did NOT like it.”
“Oh? And what’s that supposed to mean?”

“I made a promise, Tommy. My dad would have my nuts if I ever broke a promise. And since I don’t have any nuts, God only knows what he’d do to me.”

As Tommy made the incision on the right side of Mark’s scrotum and squeezed the huge testicle through the opening, a large volume of white fluid erupted from Mark’s two inch hard stump straight into the air, then fell with a splat on his stomach. “Man, he just came!” Tommy exclaimed.
“Yeah,” Colin laughed. “I told ya he was enjoying this.”

At Colin’s instruction, Tommy held the scalpel in his hand against the cords that connected Mark’s right testicle. “Aren’t we gonna clamp it?” he questioned.
“Nahh,” Colin replied. “I don’t think we need to go to all that bother.” So Tommy sawed upward, holding the orb in his other hand. Mark was screaming violently into his gag, trying to tell the boys to clamp those cords or he would bleed internally. “Sorry,” Tommy said as the cords let go and the cut end went slithering out of sight into Mark’s body. “I can’t understand you. Can’t you learn to speak more clearly?” He handed the scalpel back to Colin, who quickly performed the same procedure, rendering Mark a eunuch.

“Now’s when it gets real messy,” Colon announced. “We gotta get that ugly stump off there. That’s a disgusting looking thing! They paused to discuss precisely how they were going to go about it, finally deciding that they would each slice halfway through right at the base. Tommy would go first, then Colin would finish. “That thing is still full of blood,” Tommy pointed out. “It’s gonna leak all over everything.”
“Uh-huh,” Colin agreed. So they paused again to make sure none of their clothes or other belongings were in the way; then Tommy began to slice, using the largest scalpel he could find. The blood did indeed gush from the wound. It soaked what was left of Mark’s pants, the table he was on, and started dripping to the floor. Tommy finished his half and Colin finished the job. “One more thing to do,” Colin announced as he put his hands into the flow of blood and sliced off the empty scrotum. Mark had passed out.

“He’s unconscious,” Tommy said as Mark’s body suddenly went quiet.
“Maybe he’s hungry,” Colin suggested. Taking the cue, Tommy untied the gag and removed it, then they took the entire package that had been Mark’s genitals and stuffed it all into Mark’s mouth. “That’ll give him a little snack when he wakes up,” Tommy said as he reapplied the gag loosely.

Things deteriorated after the two boys left Mark’s house. After Colin’s first experience at having been kidnaped by Mark, he had made careful note of landmarks this time. He knew that they weren’t far from the highway, and there was a large convenience story just off the exit. Unfortunately it had been longer than either boy realized since their capture, and their memories failed them seriously. “I think we’re going the wrong way,” Tommy said as Colin started to make a turn.
“It’s this way,” Colin said with determination.
“I don’t think so, Colin,” Tommy argued. “I think it’s over there where those lights are.”
“You got that way if you want to,” Colin said. “But might I remind you that you’re bleeding and you’ve got to get to a hospital. I suggest you don’t fuck around. Now c’mon, let’s go!”

It turned out that Colin was wrong. Whether Tommy was right or not will never be known. Colin was so sure, Tommy followed him, and they wandered through endless neighborhoods half the night. Eventually as Tommy grew weaker, his crotch now soaked with blood, someone noticed them and called the police.

Ok, no problem, right? That’s what they wanted anyway. But calling the police for help and being apprehended as a result of someone else making the call are two very different things. When it was discovered that Tommy was bleeding, he was rushed to the nearest hospital and Colin was taken to the police station where he was checked out for injuries. Finding none, the cops undertook to question him to find out what had happened to Tommy. They weren’t especially hard on him or abusive in any way, but in Colin’s current state of mind, they appeared to him to be monsters!

To be continued...