My Revenge

By Robin Erler, March 2001 – My very first story.

1.It all started a week ago. Autumn had stretched out its feelers. The first trees were dropping their yellowed leaves and the falling foliage smelled pleasantly fresh on the damp ground, a bit moldy though. I was on my way to choir practice, just like on every Thursday, in a school about half a mile away. Singing is my passion – mainly church music from the baroque period to the present. The rehearsal lasted somewhat longer this time and because it was already late in the evening I wanted to get home quickly. Even though it had already gotten dark early, I took the shorter way through the park. The lamps threw their pale light on the path, which was strewn with fine sand and quartz pebbles. From the shadows of the bushes there came occasional crackling and fluttering sounds of a bird.

About fifty feet away from an intersection, three young men came around the corner toward me. The first was about six feet tall and powerfully built. He was wearing blue jeans and a jeans jacket, had very short hair and twirled a beer bottle in his hand. The other two, probably also no longer sober, had put their arms around each other’s shoulders and were following him. I moved to the side a bit. In spite that the leader bumped into me. I lost my balance, turned around and saw his face. He had deeply dark luminous eyes in there was a very firm expression on his face. I was about to turn around and continue when I was grabbed from behind by my arms and shoulders. Apparently the three weren’t all that drunk.

“What do you want?” I asked them. In my mind thoughts of “Attacked, money gone” and “Mugger types.”

“We’re going to do something special to you today” the big one said, “maybe you’ll like it. We sure will.”

With those words they led me past a tree and through large bushes to a hidden spot that couldn’t be seen from outside.

“What are you going to do. Let me go. I’ll scream for help”

“Scream and I’ll cut off your balls! Max, Mickey, take off his clothes.”

“Yeah,” answered Max, “only quietly, Reiner. He’s not getting away from us.”

So that’s what they wanted from me.

Now I saw the other two types better. Max was wearing black jeans, a brightly patterned shirt and a jacket. He had shoulder length blond light curly hair and was slender. His face appeared soft and he probably looked younger than he was. “Angel” would be the proper nickname for him. I figured him for about eighteen.

Mickey, the smallest of the three, was almost a head shorter than me, about five feet tall. He had a long upper body and strong arms and legs. Although the evening had already gotten cool, he was wearing only a T-shirt and these pants that began below the navel and continued to the knee. Because he had tucked his T-shirt into his pants, you could see the globes of his bottom plainly. Apparently, he wasn’t wearing underwear, because the crack in his ass showed plainly. His neck and the area around his ears was shaved. His dark hair stood out steeply from his head in a shock. Probably he was from fifteen to sixteen years old.

Meanwhile, Reiner had already pulled off his jacket and shirt. He had a muscular build, a washboard flat abdomen, broad shoulders, well defined arm and chest muscles. In the faint light of the park lamps he certainly looked a bit pale, despite which I could recognize that his skin was deeply tanned.

While Max stripped off my jacket, Mickey was unbuttoning my shirt. I looked a Reiner, who was opening his fly at the same time, taking out his penis and ball sack. A truly splendid basket of which many dream – the ones who’d like to have such a large and well proportioned joy stick, the others who’d like to be ravished by it.

“Try to get away,” I thought. “Now or never. Max is a weakling. Mickey probably won’t react quickly enough and Reiner is otherwise engaged.”

Suddenly, I lunged forwards, threw a hook and was grabbed by Reiner’s right arm. I fell on my back and stayed there, stunned.

“You won’t get away from us before we’ve had our fun with you,” cried Reiner, opening my pants and pulling them down to my feet. My pants were now acting as restraints wrapped around my heels.

Max ran his hand over my underpants, then under the elastic and massaged my dick, played with my balls and continued on to my asshole.

“Don’t take so long.” Mickey pulled a switchblade out of his pants. “I’m ready to go and my dick won’t stay in my pants anymore.” With that he slit my underpants apart with two quick movements and pulled the remaining parts off. My genitals were now out in the open.

“Great” said Mickey, “A good-looking dick. You’re going to blow me.” He dropped his drawers, kneeled on my arms, which were above my head, and stuck his prick in my mouth.

Suck in time to my pumping. That makes me horniest.” He raised his T-shirt up and began to rub his nipples.

Max massaged my penis and scrotum. I was getting a hard on, but Max pressed on a spot between my legs and blood pounded in my dick.

“I’d like to suck your dick,” Max said, “but I don’t like any hair in my mouth.” With that he pulled out a small device, like a shaver. “What’s going to happen to me tonight?” I thought. Max turned the device on. It buzzed lightly as he shaved off my pubic hair. Beginning with my ball sack, continuing between my penis and belly. With his free hand he kept wiping the hair away. After finishing the shave, he began enthusiastically to lick my dick, sucking and caressing.

During my shave, I wasn’t paying any attention to Reiner. He had probably been watching and jerking off. His big dick was sticking out and he was running his hand over his chest. His face expressed ecstasy.

“And now the best part” said Reiner, removing my shoes, socks and pant. He was now completely naked and took a step toward me. His cock waved a little and his splendid balls dangled. He kneeled between my legs, raised my butt off the ground and put my calves up on his shoulders.

“Did you ever take a dick up your ass before?” Reiner asked. When I said no, Max handed him a tube of lubricant. Reiner spread this around my asshole and on his fingers and started massaging my backside. Then he slowly shoved a finger up my ass.

“Relax, then it won’t hurt,” he said, sticking a second finger in. After a while he said “So, now I think you’re ready for my prod.” He said it and rammed his member into my sphincter. “Relax. When I’m first in there, you’ll be in seventh heaven.”

He fucked the hell out of me.

Sometime Mickey came in my mouth.

“Lick it up good,” he said. Then I felt a warm wave. He was pissing in my mouth. “Drink it all up.” He pulled his dick out of my mouth and let the rest of his urine run over my face and hair.

At that point, Reiner probably came and shot his sperm up my ass.

At the end, Max said “You’ll get off, too.” He was sucking on my penis, stroking my balls and once again pressing on the spot under my scrotum until I, too came. But, instead of licking it up as Mickey had ordered me to do, he let my sperm drip onto my stomach.

“A good evening for you. You liked it,” Reiner said. Before I knew it the three of them had disappeared.

I dressed and went home. There I put my clothes in the washer and took a shower. I felt filthy, soiled and used. Yet, I probably will never see the young men again to take revenge.

2. When my alarm went off the next morning, I wrapped myself up in the covers again. Get up? No, yesterday evening was going through my mind. Finally, I did get out of bed. I wasn’t hungry for breakfast at all, so I went straight to the bathroom to wash and dress.

The first customer I visited didn’t live far and, since there was always a traffic jam in the morning, I rode my bicycle. I had gone about a mile and had just turned into a side street when I saw Max – yes, the Max from last night – coming out of a bakery. I hardly believed my eyes, but was cautious enough to conceal myself behind a bus stop. And, in fact, it was Max. “What a coincidence, I thought. I followed him as inconspicuously as possible and four houses further on he pulled a key out of his pocket and opened the door of a three story house, just like the ones making up practically the rest of that part of the city. “You I’ll certainly fuck” I thought and rode on to my customer.

The entire day I made plans to figure out in which apartment Max lived, wondering if I’d come upon his accomplices and how I would exact my revenge. Many of my thoughts were so mean and perverted that I was almost afraid of myself.

After my workday was over I rode by Max’s building again. I wanted to wait until he came out or went in and grab him. But, luck was again with me. I was waiting just ten minutes in my hiding place in the bus stop when Mickey came around the far corner of the block of houses and came toward me. He took out his key and opened the door to the same building in which Max lived. After he went through the entrance, I was right behind him so that I could get into the building too. I sneaked after Mickey in the stairwell. On each floor there were two apartment doors. On the second floor he opened the right hand one, but only went in briefly. When he was coming out again, I heard him say “I’m going up to see Max.”

I ducked so as not to be seen and followed Mickey up into the third floor. There he rang the doorbell of one of the apartments and Max answered. “I’ll get even with them both,” I thought, and before Mickey was all the way into the apartment I stormed in after him. The young men were completely surprised. I shoved them back, slammed the door shut with a kick, and pushed them into the small room. Looking closer, I saw that it was a bathroom. I filled up the door to the room. “What do you want with us?” asked Mickey. At that moment he must have recognized me and said softly to Max, “That’s the guy from last night.”

“Right!” I answered, “and today I’ll have my fun with you two.”

They both looked confused. It occurred to me how risky my impulsive actions had been. What if someone else was there in the apartment? But, after some time no one came to see what was making all the noise.

They both got restless. Somewhat timidly they said “Excuse us, please. We didn’t mean any harm yesterday. And you had an orgasm, so it couldn’t have been all that bad.”

“You had your fun with me. Today I’m having fun with you. Off with your clothes!” I was speaking very firmly. And afterwards the two of them stood there as if rooted to the spot. I ordered them: “Be quick or I’ll have to cuff you” I said, pulling out a pair of toy handcuffs that probably wouldn’t hold anyone very well, but at a distance they looked pretty real.

Against their will, Max and Mickey took off their shoes, socks, T-shirts and pants. While Mickey had no underwear on, like yesterday, Max had a wide pink slip on.

“Down with it,” I ordered him.

Now they both stood before me naked. To my surprise, Mickey was not only shaved on the sides of his head, but also his pubic area was perfectly smooth, something I hadn’t noticed yesterday evening. Even his legs, his whole body was without the smallest bit of hair. Evidently, I had looked a bit too intensely at his genitals because Mickey said “Looks good properly smooth that way. If Max had had his shaver with him, you would not only have short hair around your dick, but a smooth, soft skin.”

“Great,” I answered, “that you’re so keen on shaving. Max seems to remove only the pubic hair of others. His own are quite wild and curly.” And with a nod of my head, I spoke to Mickey, “Make him smooth.”

Mickey didn’t have to be told twice. Apparently he had secretly long waited for such an opportunity. So, first he took the long hair cutter and plugged it in. Slowly he guided it again and again from the shaft of his penis up his belly. Next he removed the hair from his scrotum.

“Should I shave his ass, too?” Mickey asked.

“Of course.” I answered, “Max is going to be quite smooth after you’re done.”

After the rough cut, Mickey soaped up the area around Max’s genitals and ass and shaved off the last bit of stubble. Then he washed off the remaining soap. White smooth skin remained.

“Our little angel already looks much better.” While looking I had gotten a hard on in my pants and wanted to see even more. “Continue Mickey. He has more hair yet.”

Mickey looked briefly and said “On his arms, abdomen and chest, he’s smooth. He just has some fuzz on his legs.”

“Shave it off and don’t forget his shoulders.”

A few minutes later Max had no more hair on his body. But I still wasn’t done.

“Do his head as punishment.”

“Not my locks!” Max replied.

I signaled “No” and Mickey started in with the clippers. More and more of the splendid blond locks fell to the floor. First the neck, then around the ears and finally his whole head was bald. I handed Mickey the tube of shaving cream. The razor blade glided over Max’s head until it was as smooth as a baby’s ass.

“Get the eyebrows” I said and soon Max had no hair at all.

I had almost had an orgasm.

“What do I look like,” Max stammered and turn to the mirror to see himself.

“Tasty. Good enough to eat. I’ve wanted that for a long time – Max, completely bald. Smooth, soft skin,” with these words, Mickey ran his hand over Max’s freshly shaved head. His penis jutted out from his body.

“He really does look better without hair. His smooth skin could take some sperm crème. Down on your knees, Max. And you, Mickey, jerk yourself off,” I commanded them.

Mickey rubbed his member, letting the foreskin glide over the head again and again. Then he shoved is penis into Max’s mouth – in and out. At the same time he stroked his nipples. Finally, he took his club out of Max’s mouth, stroked a few more times back and forth using his hand and spurted onto his freshly shaved head.

“Rub it in well,” I hadn’t been this horny in a long time. And Mickey was spreading his sperm over Max’s totally bald head.

“Now it’s Mickey’s turn,” I ordered, “and you, Max, come here. Sit on his face. Shit into his mouth. A nice long sausage. I want to watch how the brown tube runs over his tongue.”

“I can’t do that to order.” Max answered.

“Then exert yourself. Push out a bit. You see, it’s working.”

Dark dirt came out of his ass. It reached two inches in length before Max contracted his sphincter and the sausage fell into Mickey’s mouth.

“That’s enough,” I said to Max, and, turning to Mickey, ”eat it up nicely. Enjoy the taste. Maybe it’s too dry for you. Like to wash it down?”

Without further ado, I took my half erect prick out of my pants and pissed into Mickey’s mouth and over his face. Then I jerked off. Soon I was having an orgasm like I hadn’t had in a long time. My sperm squirted and squirted, one wave of pleasure followed another. Finally, my pleasure subsided and I again became aware of my surroundings. I pulled my pants up quickly and ran out of the building.

3. When, three days later, my doorbell rang, I wasn’t surprised to find Reiner standing there in the doorway. It was already dark outside. Reiner seemed a bit nervous when I used the opportunity to speak to ask him what he wanted.

“You were with Max and Mickey. But you haven’t done anything to me. But my punishment is yet to be.”

I was a bit perplexed. At first it sounded as though he wanted to avenge what I had done to Mickey and Max. But his last sentence sounded submissive and regretful. Could I trust him and let him in?

Finally I opened the door. Reiner had a narrow T shirt on again, which accented his chest and abdominal muscles instead of hiding them. His jacket was red and sportily cut. He was also wearing black jeans that showed his butt off. Scarcely through the door, he stripped off his jacket. At the sight of his upper arms I asked myself again if I had done the right thing letting him in, since he was surely stronger than I was.

“I’m here to get my punishment,” Reiner repeated, opening his pants and removing his T-shirt. His smooth, tanned upper body excited me. He took off his pants and also his underwear. His whole body was hairless. Only around his penis was there a small curly area.

“Max shaved off your pubic hair and you made him completely bald. Pubic hair, head and even his eyebrows. During our attack, Mickey came in your mouth and pissed in it, too. You punished him by giving him shit to eat and piss to drink. I fucked you in the ass. What is your punishment for that? Surely you’ll shove your fist up my ass.” Reiner’s voice was quite calm.

“Actually, I imagined shoving my hand up your butt. If you want to get your punishment, lie down, please.” I pointed to my large living room table.

Reiner went obediently and lay down on his back and pulled up his legs. His hole was open. It was like an invitation. I pulled on a glove and spread some Vaseline around his asshole. At first, I put in just one finger, then two, until finally my whole left hand disappeared up his ass. It was supposed to be a punishment, so I wasn’t hesitant and pressed his sphincter firmly open. I pushed in deeper and deeper. I was ecstatic, my entire forearm was in his intestines up to the elbow.

Reiner’s dick had started to get hard when my first finger went in, and since my whole hand was in his asshole, his penis was standing stiffly erect.

“This should be punishment,” I was somewhat taken aback because apparently Reiner was enjoying being fist-fucked, “When I see your stiff prick it’s probably more likely a reward.

“You’re right, having your arm up my ass is a real turn-on. There’s really only one punishment for me. You know, I have already attacked and raped several other young men. I threatened a 12 year old boy until he presented me with his ass. I’m always horny and have to think about fucking all the time. That can’t continue.” Reiner told, quite calmly, two further episodes in which he had subjected young boys to his will.

I was completely confused. Such a young man, powerfully built, with a prick that many would wish to have, wanted to be castrated!

“Are you serious? That only makes sense if you don’t provide yourself with the missing hormones using medication afterward. And, such a fantastically build body without balls?” I was still astounded, primarily because he had come to me, of all people, with his desire.

“I’m serious,” and with these words he fished around in the pocket of his pants, which were lying next to him, and pulled out a very sharp looking pair of shears and two cords.

After I had pulled my arm out of his ass, he went into the bathroom and shaved off his pubic hair. Then he began wrapping one of the cords around his scrotum right where it joined his penis. Then he repeatedly stroked his balls downward and in this way made his scrotal skin supple. Next he wrapped the second cord around his sack, this time just above the testicles.

“Cut them off,” Reiner said and pressed the shears into my hand.

I took his balls in my hand, stroking them some. “Too bad about that,” I said and cut through his scrotum together with his spermatic cords between the two ties.

Reiner groaned out loud and, when I held his balls and the remains of his scrotum in front of his face, he began to grin.

“That was the right thing to do,” he said. “That was the first stroke. Yet, the second is to follow right away.”

I didn’t know what he meant by this saying (from Max and Moritz) until I saw that Reiner had taken a scalpel with a screwed-on protective cap out of his pants’ pocket. Calmly he turned the closure until it opened and, before I realized what he was doing, he had taken his penis in his left hand, just below the head, stretched it a bit away from his body and begun to cut away into his dick. I cried out in surprise. Blood sprayed and a few minutes later his large well-formed member was lying in my washbasin.

“I feel much better now,” said Reiner, although he must have been in pain.

Blood continued to pulse out of his arteries, where a short time ago his penis had been attached. I got sick and had to throw up. In spite of that I rushed to the telephone and called emergency medical services. When the rescue team arrived a few minutes later my bathroom looked like a slaughterhouse. Reiner had gotten dizzy a few minutes after cutting off his cock and had sat down on a chair. He had to hold on and several times he came close to losing consciousness.

The doctor stopped the bleeding immediately and Reiner was taken by ambulance to the city hospital.

These events had shocked me most deeply. For some time I was apathetic, then I began to clean up the bathroom. A few hours later two cops came and questioned me. I said that Reiner had mutilated himself and the noted that Reiner himself had said the same thing.

That evening I went to bed with a rotten feeling in my stomach. For a long time a tossed to and fro. The events of the day went through my mind. Why had Reiner castrated and completely emasculated himself?

Epilogue: Yesterday I mat Max and Mickey. I had gone to the hospital to visit Reiner and was asking at the information desk for his room number when the wide double door opened and the two of them came in. They already knew in which room Reiner was and took me to the spot. Reiner was surprised to see me after he had left a bloody bathroom behind. When I asked why he had cut off his genitals, he said that whenever he came across a boy he thought of sex. Often he couldn’t restrain himself. One day he had taken such a boy that he had met in the stairwell, up the steps to the roof, tore his clothes off and fucked him good. It was too easy. From then on he regularly raped boys aged twelve to twenty without concern about how they took it. Some time or other he became aware that what he was doing was wrong. Yet, when lust overcame him, there was no turning back. He considered his castration and penectomy to be his only escape. He wanted to atone for his deeds with his emasculation.

“But why, of all places, at my place?” I wanted to know.

“You were the last I took by force. I wanted at least one of the many that I had raped to be present and witness my punishment. You were to represent all the others when you cut off my balls and to see how my dick was cut off.”

“And how does it feel now, without your manhood?” I asked.

“I’m still a man” he replied somewhat annoyed, “Look at my body, my muscles, my shoulders, my arms, my buttocks. I’m still strong. I’m just not interested in screwing any more because I have no dick.”

And, as we said farewell to Reiner he said to me “I hope you’re not mad at me. In a few days I’ll be released from the hospital. I would like you to be the first to fuck my ass.”