A Hillbilly's Tale

A Hillbilly's Tale

It was late, and I stared at my new cellmate, and he stared back. I was on one side of the cell, and he on the other, each in our bed and staring across the four feet that separated us. He had jet black hair, with a day old stubble on his face, and I figured he was thirty, plus or minus a year or two.

We were in D block, second tier, and our block was just off the main room, where the giant holding cell was. The prison was overcrowded, and so I knew as soon as George got his parole I was gonna have a new roomie, but I had hoped it might be a few more days. In the big holding cell, there were twenty five inmates, crammed in their together, all hoping for cells of their own, and the rumor had it that they would be movin em somewhere pretty soon. So, I knew I'd get a roomie, and I accepted it without any thought or emotion. I guess, well, I just figured what-the-hell, he was here and he'd have to do. He was strong, and toned, and he looked in perfect shape. There wasn’t an ounce of fat on him. That was a plus. Still, he was a hillbilly, a hick, plain and simple, straight from the mountains of Kentucky. I frowned. Finally, I wondered, and so I asked.

"Is it true? Did you really castrate them?"

His eyes sparkled, and he grinned. He was chewing some gum, and as it smacked-smacked-smacked he looked at me. Slowly, he started talking, and I listened, sucking up every word he spoke.

"Yeah....ate em too...the whole lot. Always liked mountain oysters, and hell, the fuckers did my sis and so I ate em. Never will forget it I don't suppose. It was quite the fry, and even when their balls were sizzling in the pan and the grease was popping I was savoring the smell and looking forward to the flavor. Yeap. It was quite the fry, and you know, ten scrotums make a hell of a meal."

I tried to hold my face still, and not show him any emotion. God! So, the rumor WAS true! Still, he sensed he had gotten to me, and I guess he was watching for my reaction and so I couldn't hide it from him. I guess my face blanched white, but even so I felt my dick stir, and I don't know why. He was looking at me, and when it did his eyes picked up on it, and he noticed. Might have been the clothes I was wearing, as I, like him, was just in my jockeys and a t-shirt, prison issued and dirty white, with my pouch full and my prick hanging off to the right, leaving little to the imagination as it filled my underpants.

"They were college boys from the city. Yeah, should have stayed in town they should. But they had come out, in three of their daddy's cars, the ten of them joy ridin in their hot convertibles and wearin their designer jeans and their preppy hair. They like the mountain roads, the way they wind through the hills. I just wish they'd keep to their cities. Yeah, they made me sick they did. They probably would have buzzed through if the lead car hadn't had the flat, and even then I don't think they had planned on staying. But I guess they saw the bridge and the girls there and I figure that’s when they changed their plans. Yeah, they came down to the bridge and it didn't take em long neither. I think they musta started messin with the girls as soon as they noticed em."

He was staring, and I was staring back. What should I say? I just stared at him, and pictured the scene, and looked at the hick and tried to understand his thinking. He smacked the gum and flicked his tongue, and then he started to talk again.

"The swimming hole's a great place, and on most summer days we are all there by mid-afternoon. The girls come, to watch us swim and to yell their comments, and my sis was one of the regulars. Yeah, Billy Jean's a beauty, she is, and my daddy always said she was a boy magnet. Big tits too, and she loves to flaunt em. Still, she's my sis, and I always watched out for her. She was more of a tease than a flirt, and I always figured she'd just up and merry Billy Ray and he'd keep her under control. Yeah, Billy Jean and Billy Ray were just made for each other, and it was really only a matter of time before they were married and cranking out the babies."

"Should have gone that way too. Well, yeah, cept for them city boys. You see, Billy Jean and Paula,...Paula Beuford I'm talking about....well, it was just the two of them there under the bridge when the city boys came. The girls had come down early, and I don't know why. But they were there, by themselves, waitin for the boys...yeah, waitin for US I reckon........."

His voice trailed off to a whisper, and he seemed deep in thought. Then he looked back at me, and he said "We were up at the Oak grove by the Clemmons place shootin squirrels. That's why we weren't there when they needed us."

I couldn't comprehend anyone shooting squirrels. What the hell for? But I didn't say anything, and instead nodded, and when I did he continued.

"Yeah, well, anyways, I guess when those college boys saw the girls, and especially my sister and her set of tits, well, that’s when things turned ugly and that’s when they took their liberties."

I nodded again, and he chewed his gum. I could see him pause, thinking, and from across the cell block I became aware that somebody else was talking. It was more than one guy, and in fact it had to be three or four. It was coming from the big room, that was stuffed full of the inmates who still had no individual cells. It was getting louder, and while I couldn't see down there I could hear everything as if it was next door. Then, a few minutes later there was some yelling, and some slapping, and then they were beating on someone. It didn't last that long, and soon enough you could hear a bed creaking. It's not an unusual sound, not in this cell block its not. Not at night at least. Some punk was getting plowed, the creak creak creak and the grunting blended together. I listened to that for a minute, the grunting getting louder as some boy was forced to spread his legs and play the woman. The hick started talking again, and he had my attention even as the sounds of boy-fucking filled my ears.

"As we got down to the swimming hole the boys were doin the girls. Some of the boys had hold of their arms, and I saw a blond haired kid humpin my sis. His ass was just goin up and down, like a pile driver, and I was in a rage then like you've never seen. The girls were crying I think...don't remember exactly, but there were city boys around them everywhere you looked. I know I got the impression they were takin their turns, cause the boys pants were off and while some of them were still in their underwear most of them were naked from the waist down."

"Yeah, they were hard too, and stiff, and when I saw all those stiff dicks and my baby sis just laying there I wanted to kill em....yeah...I would have too but Billy Ray ended up havin other ideas. We didn't stand there watchin though. Billy Ray got his squirrel gun and I grabbed mine, and then we ran down there so fast they didn't have time to even move hardly. I don't think those city boys had ever seen a gun, and when they did they just about shit."

His eyes lit up, and he giggled with the memory. Then he continued: "Billy fired a load into the air, and then pumped the gun and chambered another round. After that we had them boys and they knew they were in trouble sure as shit they did. What could they say? They were caught, sure as shit, pants off and dicks hard and one, the little blond kid with the big dick, well, yeah, he was pullin out just when we arrived. His spunk was still drippin out of that fuckin cock, and when I looked at it he's lucky I didn't blow him away right there. His balls were so big there is no way I could've missed em. I don't know who else actually did em, but the others were hard and eager, at least tell they saw our guns, and it was obvious what had been happening."

He stared at me, and I knew he wanted a reaction. Finally, carefully, I said "Yeah....well...I'm sure you surprised em good. I guess the guns made the odds even."

He laughed. Just a loud, very loud laugh, and it mixed with the sounds of fucking we were hearing. Then he said: "Well, like I said, I don't think those city boys had ever seen a shotgun, and after Billy Ray fired the round, that got their attention and we owned em then. They were scared, real scared, and yet with the guns on em I think all they were worried about was dying. Yeah. Their dicks sure went limp in a hurry! Well, we made em walk then, and so they walked, sure as shit they did, and we marched em half dressed down the road and away from the swimming hole."

"We didn’t go far, not along the road, cause Billy Ray and I knew where it had to end and there wasn’t nuthin to be gained by taking the road. So we turned em at the corner and took em down the trap line trail. It runs straight back into the holler, along the stream and it goes forever. We marched em, yeah, like good little boys we pushed em right along, just marched up in single file, telling em to shut the fuck up and keep walking if they wanted to live."

He paused, and we both listened to the sounds from the big room. Somebody had picked up the pace and I could hear some laughter. Whoever was getting fucked had an audience. I looked at the hick and nodded, and he continued his tale.

"We walked and walked, past the fork, and then on down to where the river splits. That’s where the cabin is. Old man Parsons lived there till he died, and it's now just the place we use when we are running the line. Billy Ray and I go there a lot, and it's our home when we are running the traps so we are there a lot. It’s a nice cabin, with a beaver fur blanket and a nice bed. Yeah...ever fucked under a beaver blanket?"

I shook my head, and he said "Yeah...guess not....well, I can tell you that I've done Sarah Jane in that bed and it works good....nothing feels better than to be fucking a twat and feeling a beaver blanket rubbing on your naked ass. Yeah, it’s a great cabin, and we keep it stocked, and in a way it's ours and in a way it's not. It's isolated as hell though, and nobody uses it but us, and so that’s where we took em and that’s where we did em."

My dick had grown hard, and it was pushing out my underwear. I could feel it, and he was starin at it, looking at the way it was tenting my pants. As he stared at my pants and chewed his gum I sat up on an elbow and listened to him talk. I heard the kid call out, the one being fucked, and I knew it was the new red head as soon as I heard him yell. I had talked with him in the yard and warned him to be careful. Eighteen. Barely eighteen. Just arrived yesterday. Smooth face, and not a hair on his chest. Grand theft auto I think he had said. Now, he was getting it in his ass, and his hole was being reamed and so he was calling for help. I heard them slap him, and he grew quiet again and then the creaking started and his fucking resumed.

The hick started talking again, and as he talked of the cabin and the boys he took there he had my full attention.

"We chained em up when we got to the cabin. There was a pile of padlocks in the shed. We used to use em on the traps, to keep em from getting stolen, and so there was a pile and that’s what we used. We had lots of chain, and we made them boys chain their own ankles. Had em wrap a chain around their ankles and then padlock em tight. Some of them were crying when we were chaining em up...yeah, I remember this one blond haired boy and he was all scared and crying. Cute as hell he was."

"Half of them were without any pants, cause we hadn't let em get dressed when we had pulled the guns on them. They all still had on their t's, but no pants. Of the other five three were in their underwear, and the other two were in jeans. We had em all lose the jeans, and their underwear, and finally it was off with their t-s. Billy Ray wanted them naked, and so we had em strip and then they all got chained. Yeah, just ten boys, all chained up nice and tight. We had chains for almost eighty traps, so we did a short piece between their wrists too. Just two padlocks and a foot of chain and after that they were pretty much helpless. Billy Ray checked the locks, and made sure they were secure and the chains were tight."

"The chains on their feet were all about six feet long. Trap line chains, and while they were a little rusted they worked perfectly for what we needed. We padlocked one of their ankles to the belly stove, and that, with their hands chained together about six inches apart and them hooked to the stove they got pretty docile cause I think they knew their options were limited. Every time they tried to talk Billy would tell em to shut up, and then he'd point the gun and they'd quit talking."

"I had no idea what we were gonna do with em, and I hadn't thought it out. But I think Billy had, and as I was chainin up the last of the group Billy started going through the cabinets pulling out the big fryin pan and the flour and the Crisco and all the rest. That’s when he got pissed, cause we didn't have any cream. You see, when you are fryin up the calve nuts you always dip em in cream first, and then the flour. The cream gives em a lot of added flavor, and it also keeps them moist so the flour will stick. Yeah, you can't make proper mountain oysters without the cream you know."

Actually, I didn't know. But I nodded anyway, trying to visualize the scene, the ten scared college kids all chained up and with two hicks pointing guns at them. I could see it pretty clearly, and I wondered what those boys had felt, chained up and waiting, waiting for those two hicks to take their balls. I wondered when they figured it out. My cellmate was still staring at my boner, which was even more pronounced, and as I stared back at him he started talking again.

"Yeah, you know, when we started down the trap line I just had no idea what we were gonna do with em. I knew we had to avenge my sis, yeah, that much I knew. But I was goin with Billy's lead, and when he was making the fuss about not having any cream I just missed his lead entirely. He had it figured out way before me, and yet I'll give him credit. He made for one very entertaining evening."

"He took a jelly jar out of the cabinet. One of the empty, glass mason jars, the little ones that holds a pint of jelly. All the kids were staring at him, watchin him as he pulled out the stuff. They had no idea what he wanted, and no idea where things were headed. Suddenly, Billy Ray looked up and showed em the empty jar. Then he said 'Boys....we need some cream. I think you guys need to supply it.'"

"One of the boys caught on right away, and he started yelling obscenities. He was saying "no fucking way" and "go fuck yourself" and "let me go" and so forth, and well, before it got contagious and the others started protesting Billy just reacted. He had that kid by his head and literally slammed him across the cabin and onto the kitchen table. His right leg was still hooked to the stove, and so he tripped and fell into it....."

"Billy Ray slammed his head into the big oak table, then lifted it up and slammed it home again. Everyone I think was surprised....and then Billy Ray took the chain that was between his wrists and pulled on it...forward, stretching the boy up and across the long table. He just pulled the chain down, to the edge of the table top, and slipped a link of it over the big nail there. I had forgotten about the nails. You see, Billy Ray had done this before, years before, when he nutted a drunk city slicker that had called him a "motherfucker."

I stared. I had no idea what he was talking about, but he had my full attention.

"Yeah, well, Billy Ray just slipped the middle of that chain between his wrists over that bent nail, just like he had planned it that way. That stretched the college boy's arms up over his head, and pretty much made him helpless after that. Then, he went to the other end of the table and kicked the kid's legs apart, and then, standing right between them, he drew out his knife and snapped it open with a flick of his wrist."

He stopped talking then, and waited for my reaction. I was staring, mesmerized, and then I said "So...he castrated him then?"

The hick laughed. Loud. Then he shook his head and said: "Nah....Billy Ray didn't....not then, but everyone thought he was going to. He grabbed that college kid's sac, and pulled it down, and back...and the kid screamed and bucked his hips and started babbling like twelve year old. Billy Ray laid his big Gerber right up against the boy's big sac of nuts, and for a second I was certain he was gonna pull the knife and castrate him. I'd have bet money he was, but he surprise me, and the kid too, and held the pull and listened to him beg instead. The kid begged him....like a child really, and Billy said "You gonna make me some cream NOW or do I have to take it myself?" The boy was gasping....begging..."don't...don't cut me....I'll do it....oh GOD..please..PLEASE...don't take my balls!!!"

I could imagine the scene...and the horror. Still, my dick was so hard now that I felt the tip growing wet and the spot turned my underwear clear and made it see-through. He was looking at it, and the wet spot I was making, and he grinned. I was also aware that the red head was getting fucked again, by someone different I could tell. This time it was more violent, and the kid was gasping as his hole was being assaulted. Slap slap slap...you could hear one of the other inmates nuts slapping up against the boy's ass...fucking the boy and from the grunts of pleasure apparently enjoying the experience as he raped the boy's hole.

I was aware of it, but my mind was on the story and the boy chained to the table. The hick started talking again.

"Yeah...Billy Ray let him off the table then, and put his knife away. Then he showed the boy the pint size jar, and he said "You got ten minutes....you don’t squirt your load in this jar by then I'm gonna nut you. So if I were you, I'd start wanking...."

"Its funny now, but that boy just stood there, shaking, like he had no idea what to do. He just stared. The others stared back. Time seemed to stand still...the seconds ticking...the boy looking horrified and yet quite aware of what was at stake. Billy said "You're wasting time, and if you don't start pumping I'm gonna start cutting.....NOW!"

"Billy slammed his fist down, hard, into the table and the kid jumped and started working his meat...just working his cock up and down and up and down. I laughed my ass off then....watchin him....pumping his rod and his fist fucking his pole."

I was rock hard, and my own dick pushed out my underwear, forming a space between my waist and my pants. My balls were aching, and I could since it, since what had happened. I knew it with a certainty that I was getting the truth. He chewed his gum, and then he continued.

"Yeah...well, that first boy was stroking his meat, and all of us was watchin. We were listening to, as the chains on his wrists rattled as he pumped his pole. He was eighteen, it turned out, and he pumped his teenage rod, just up and down and as fast as he could. At first I dind't think he was gonna get it up...he was so scared that he just pumped a wet noodle for a while. Still, eventually, he got it hard and then he pumped it as fast as he could...desperate even, as if he could cum and by doing so get free. Of course, we had no intention of settin' any of em free."

We were both distracted then when there was a loud bang, and some struggling noises, and then I could hear the red headed lad squealing like a pig. He was really grunting, and I could sense someone new had entered his hole. He was getting the full treatment, and by tomorrow morning his asshole would never be the same.

The hick was listening too, but then he lowered his eyes back to me and to my cock and that’s when he started talking again. "The kid was pumping like there was no tomorrow...as fast as he could. Billy Ray played him like a fiddle...lookin at his watch...pullin out his knife as the "time" was running out. Suddenly he said he was gonna cum, and Billy told him "IN THE JAR STUPID". And so the kid did...Billy Ray held the jar and the kid pointed his cock to it...and then as he grunted he shot his wad. It was white, and thick, and it jetted out and into that jar like there was no tomorrow coming. His entire body shook with his orgasm, and it just went on and on and on while everyone watched. There was only two sounds as that first kid squirted....the sound of him cumming and grunting out his load, and the sounds of Billy Ray laughing as the kid squirted into that jar. Finally he was done, and the bottom of the jar was coated with his fluid, almost like a dab of paint in the bottom of the glass container."

I swallowed. My lips were moist, and my cock was rock....solid...jutting like a piece of steel now. God. I stared at him...willing him to continue. The kid being fucked, in the big room, was begging, and yet from the creaking of the bed and the sounds in the room it was obvious he was wasting his time. I stared at the hick, and he started talking again.

"I took the jar then....from Billy Ray, and held it up to the lantern light and made a mockery about the small size of the kid's load. It was a full wad actually, and a good load that would have made any man proud. I think he squirted four lines of cum into that jar. But after it was in the jar, well, it just was not much more than a splash actually, coating the bottom of the jar like a film. So, we stared at it, and Billy Ray and I joked about the wad and pretended like it was just not going to do. Finally, I told em all, that if they wanted to keep their balls then they had better all start working on filling the jar. If we didn't have a full pint by morning, then we were gonna be cutting some balls and squeezing it out of them."

He laughed...giggled actually, as he thought back on the scene. Then he said: "Yeah...they had some pretty shocked expressions then. Still, they knew we were serious, and so, well, after that, Billy Ray and I sipped the beers, and watched those college boys masturbate themselves. They were all doin it then....pumping their cocks....just pumping away like hot little porn stars. As they would get close they would call out for the jar, and I would pick it up and bring it over until I was right in front of them when they shot. I watched every wad, from close up, and as the night went on I got familiar with every dick in that room. Yeah, it was quite the night, and it was hot watchin those city boys squirtin' out their juices as they tried like hell to fill the jar."

I gasped. He looked at me, and he grinned. Then he added: "Yeah...well, it was something to see, and to hear. Noisy as hell...those chains on their wrists just clinkin away as they jerked their meat. Billy would play with his knife, and he kept jabbin that table as he watched those boys jerkin their dicks and pumping out their goop. Those boys were really desperate, and as they squirted one after another I couldn’t help but smile."

He stopped talking then, and stared at my dick. I know it bobbed and my underwear was pressed out. He pointed at it, and made a motion, with his finger, and it was obvious he wanted to me move my jockeys down. I hesitated. He whispered "Let me see it" and so I did...pulled my underwear down and it popped out and upward and it slapped my belly. He looked at it then, bobbing there, and while I was ashamed at his stare I did nothing but look back at him.

I've never been into boy fucking myself, and my old cellmate and I never did nothing, not sexually at least. A jackoff, sure, to relieve the pressure, but nothing else, and its just not my thing. I fucked girls before I went into the joint and I planned to fuck them when the day came and I got out. In the meantime I just planned to live with the memory. But, here I was, my prick hard and eager, and the hick staring at it like it was some kind of treat.

At the same time, I became aware again of the red head, in the big room, and he was getting plowed and you could hear it being done. He was trying to talk, but this time his voice was garbled, and I knew he was eating a cock as he was being fucked in his ass. I wondered if it was his first cock, his first blow, and as they forced him to suck a pole I wondered what he was thinking and I wondered what it was like.

My own cock stirred and it bounced even, but the hick didn’t make any move or say anything. Finally, to get him talking again, I asked: "You....did you.......do you remember what they looked like?"

He grinned, and he slid off the bed and he came the four feet to me. I backed away, instinctly, to the far edge of my bed until my back was up against the wall. He laid down then, on the other edge, and propped his head up on his elbow. We were staring then, side by side, and he leaned over and started to whisper. He was so close I could smell his dinner.

"Yeah...I remember every one of them boys...at least the ones I nutted. Billy Ray did half of em, and I cut the rest. I also remember em jacking their cocks. They jacked em all night, squirting out their loads. You know, at first I thought they were gonna do it, fill that jar. I think they thought they might too. They had some thick loads, and big ones, and they would squirt them out and their ropes of cum slowly added together until the jar started getting fuller and fuller. In only a few hours it was half full, and I think they thought they might actually do it. Of course, as the hours passed after that their loads turned to water, and pretty soon they didn't have much coming out of their pricks. Still, they worked those knobs, trying so hard to shoot their loads. I remember one kid, black hair and jet black eyes, and when he came for the fifth time nothing came out....NOTHING. He pumped, felt the orgasm, but stared at his dick and only a single little bead appeared. Everyone was staring...gasping as he shot his empty wad, and as he did he started crying and every one of them boys watching looked so disappointed. God we laughed then!"

I looked at him, and ask: "So....what were they like?"

He grinned at me...and then as he started talking he reached down and took my cock in his hand. I gasped, and he said "Well, we didn’t nut them until the sun started up. There was one kid, and I called him a 'punker' cause he was just a punk really, with a tattoo on his back shoulder and his hair spiked with the highlights those city boy's like to wear. He had brown hair, but he had those dyed highlights, and his prick was thick, like yours. Yeah....he had a nice prick, and he sure jacked it hard. Billy Ray nutted him, he was the second one that lost em and he yelled so loud when Billy did him that I guess that’s why I remember him."

He rolled his hand and moved the skin over my dick, and I felt the feeling and it was unbelievable. Then he said: "There was this one kid, a skater type, with short hair and an earring in his ear. His tongue was pierced too, and he had a cap on, which he wore backwards. I was the one that nutted him....in his cap...yeah, let him wear the cap even as I took his balls. I remember him, jerking his cock, cause he would roll his wrist, sorta like this........just rolling his wrist as he worked his meat throughout the night. He was a freshman, 18, and he was acting so cool I think he died inside when I took his balls. Still, what I remember is the way he always grunted when he shot, and I watched him pump out six loads that night....six....and by the time I nutted him his balls should have been empty. Still, he shot one more time, under the table, and so all I can figure is his balls recharged fast."

"NO MORE! PLEASE....I...I...OUPMPS....HIT..PWEEZE...." It was the red head, getting another cock stuffed down his throat, and I wondered what he would look like when I saw him later in the morning. He was really getting fucked....two at a time now, and they were obviously lining up to do him. We both listened to him gagging on someone's cock, and the hick just held my pole and worked the skin on it as we listened to the sounds from the big room.

I stared at him, holding my cock, and I said "Please....God....go on man."

He grinned, and then he started moving his hand again as he continued with the story. "There was another kid, in his twenties, and he had a pony tail, held with a rubber band. Boy he did not want to lose his balls! He really struggled, really hard, and yet before we nutted him he worked his dick like it was a jackhammer. His prick was long, and thin, and yet his knob was raw by the time he had pumped it all night. I liked watching him cum, cause he seemed to savor it so much...almost like he knew it was his last opportunity and so he seemed to enjoy each one. Yeah, I liked watchin him squirt in that jar, although when I was nutting him later and staring at that poly tail, I was thinking he was like a girl and so it was good to make him into one."

"The third one I nutted, had a prick like yours. He too had a big knob...purple, and it was slick with his snot just like yours is now."

As he talked, he ran his thumb up, over my knob, feeling it, working it, and as he pushed his thumb over the slit and around the head of my prick, I gasped. As he was doing this, he was talking continuously: "....he was nineteen...I know, cause I looked in his wallet later and wanted to know. The thing about him though was his hair....it was red, like the kid gettin' it in the big room. Yeah, bright red, and I've always had a thing for red heads. I knew when I watched him jacking his cock....I knew then and there I was going to be the one to take those balls. I wouldn't have missed that opportunity for all the money in the world."

"The second time he shot I told him it wasn’t good enough, and to do it again right now. Course, well, he couldn’t even get it up right then, and so I said to shoot now or give up your pubes. I said it cause I wanted em, and so a few minutes later I made him come to me and I shaved them off....I dry shaved them and just put them in a plastic bag. He had tears in his eyes as I took that hair....and I remember him looking at me. His eyes were blue, and he had some wisp of a stache on his upper lip...the kid was just sprouting hair there and I had the funny thought that since I was going to nut him he was wasting his time trying to grow it."

"Yeah...I shaved his hair and left his bald cock jutting...he grew hard again as I took his hair. Shit....the police used that fucking bag as evidence at the trial, but his pubes were mine for a while and they were beautiful. I loved taking his red sex hair almost as much as I enjoyed taking his balls. Funny thing though...is after I shaved him his next wad was a beaut. Who would have thought? Guess it turned him on. Too bad; I ate his balls anyway."

I slowly became aware of slapping sounds, and at fist I couldn't figure them out. Then, I did...the kid in the room was getting his ass smacked...somoone was spanking his ass with their hand. It was just a slap-slap-slap-slap....again and again and again, and I knew as it was being done that they wouldn't stop until that kid's ass was cherry red. Some inmates are into that when they are boy fucking....spanking the kid they fuck until they leave him with a filled hole and a red ass. As I was listening the hick was sliding his hand up and down my cock, and I stared at him and listened to him and there was nothing else in the world.

"The fourth one I nutted was just a kid....hell, he looked sixteen. Didn’t have a drivers license, so I don't know, and you cant tell these days anymore. I thought he was sixteen, and he sure didn't look like he had ever shaved. He didn't have any hair on his chest, and his pits were even almost naked. But above his cock he had a thick bush, and a line of hair that went to his belly button, so he was probably 18 like the majority of them."

"Turned out he was the brother of one of the ones Billy Ray nutted, and the two brothers screamed and begged and squealed. I called them the "squealers," because they both squealed like pigs squeal when you cut their balls. Yeah, they both just squealed and squealed. I did like watching him jack....his eyes would glass over and he would say "OH GOD" every time he squirted. I loved holding that jar and watching him pump out his wads. They were all thick too....they never did water out, and every time he came he shot out a few thick ropes and I was pretty sure he would fill the jar on his own if he had a little more time."

He was jerking my cock faster now....and it was starting to build as I felt the feeling. I had never been jacked off by another man, and yet, as I felt the hick working my pole I can't describe the feeling. I could feel it, and as I did I was thinking of that cabin full of college kids, jacking their own cocks and trying to fill that jar with their cum. In the big room the fucking was going continuously now, one after the other, and the kid wasn’t begging anymore. Instead I knew he was just lying there, legs spread, and his hole open, feeling it be done to him and no longer trying to stop it. He was a whore now, and his hole would be used for as long as he was in prison.

"The last one I nutted, well, he was the blond...the one that had done my sister. I can never forget his big balls, and the way his blond hair bounced as he jerked himself off. What was really amazing is how much cream he had in those nuts. He would pump his dick and, like you, his prick was big and fat and the end was round and purple. He had a nice cock. What was even more noticeable though was his huge sac; it was a monster sac and his balls were huge and fat. His balls were the biggest balls I've ever seen on a man, and probably ever will. They just were huge, and next to them every other guys balls were tiny. He loved that sac, and I know for sure he didn't like losing it."

I almost came. Just before I did, as he was talking about the blond boy, he let go of my prick and cupped my balls. I remember the feeling...of the hick, holding my balls. I gasped...feeling the castrator holding my balls and fondling my sac all the while he was talking of how he had nutted them. As he talked, he worked my sac, and I felt him rolling the balls and feeling them as he talked about the ones he had ate.

He didn't say anything for a while then. I watched him, stared at him, as he worked my balls and fondled them. I could feel him exploring them, hefting them up as if to feel their weight....then feeling out the twin orbs. He never blinked...just held my balls and stared at me. I started to grow nervous, and I looked at him and then I said "So.....how....when.....I mean....how....yeah...how did you nut them?"

As he held my balls he started to tell me. "Well, we did it when the sun came up. Billy Ray had a few beers by then, and he held up the jar and made a big deal about it not quite being full enough. Then, as everyone watched, me included, he pulled out his own prick and jacked it off. He told me to add my own load to the jar, but I declined. Anyway, while all those boys watched he pumped his prick and finally shot his own wads and added it to the container. Afterwards, well, the jar was really only about a half inch from the top, which isn't bad when you consider that ten guys had worked pretty hard to fill it up."

"Billy Ray of course made a big deal out of it not being full...that he had even "tried to help" but it just wasn’t enough. Then he made the big announcement that we'd have to start taking balls and while that was unfortunate it just "had to be done."

"He poured that semen into a big glass bowl then, and looked around the room until he saw the guy he wanted. The first one he picked was the biggest man in the lot....he was probably the oldest too and 24 or 25. The guy was a big man, solid....the football player type and he had muscles that just rippled over his body. He was pretty intimidating actually, and I think that’s why Billy Ray picked him. I guess he figured if he nutted him the others would realize they were doomed."

He was holding my nuts. Just cupping them...and as I felt him doing it my prick bounced up and down to my heartbeat. God. From the big room they were still working on the kid....someone was in his teenage ass again and you could hear the bed creaking as it was being done. I wondered if they would fuck him all night.

The hick sat up...and then he took his right hand and spit in his palm. Then, as I watched, he dropped it down and took my cock...and rubbed the knob of it into his palm in a circular motion, lubricating the end that was already oozing the first of my cream. Then, he just gripped my cock in one hand and my balls in the other. I stared at him...feeling him holding me, as he told his tale. He started sliding the skin over my cock again....and I was in heaven as he described the castrations.

"Well, Billy Ray just walked over to that big man and started jerking him across the room. He fought too, and I joined in and the two of us struggled to get him to that table. I didn't think at first we were going to be able to do it...and if any of the other guys had tried to help him I don't know what would have happened. But, strange as it seems, they all just cowered, and so we dragged him across that room and to the big table. Once he was over it, and we had the links of his wrist chain over the big nail, things got easier. I took one ankle chain and Billy Ray took the other, and we stretched out his legs and sipped a link over the bent nails that had been pounded into the table legs for that purpose. It took less than a minute to lock him down....and with his naked ass bobbing up and down and his legs in that inverted "V" he was ready to be nutted."

I heard the kid in the big room grunting. I was sure it was him, and then some people were laughing at the kid....and from what I could overhear the boy had shot his wad. They were laughing at it...at the boy squirting as he was being raped, and I could visualize his red face and his red, violated ass. I knew that most guys will cum if you probe their prostate long enough, but the kid didn't know that and I was pretty certain he was living the shame.

The hick was working my own pole, and as he did I was beginning to get the feeling. I had never had a man jerk me before, and yet I went with it and felt it and lived the feeing. As I did, as the castrator worked my rod and held my balls, he kept talking, and from the speed he was pumping me I could tell he was getting excited about his own tale.

"Yeah...every one of those city boys was watchin Billy Ray then. He opened up one of the kitchen drawers and threw out a handful of condoms....the drawer was filled with several dozen of the things from his last trip to the city and the free give-aways they have there. At first I thought he was gonna fuck him, but that wasn't on his mind. Instead, he opened up a condom, and then stretched out the rubber and tied it around the man's nuts like it was some kind of rubber rope. He just tied it quick, and then once he had the knot, he pulled out on the condom so it was stretched out, way out...and then he wrapped it around and around and around the top of that guy's sac."

"Of course, the college boy bucked his hips and jerked and yelled as Billy Ray was doing it to him. Finally, after Billy Ray had wrapped that big scrotum two or three times, he took two fingers and made a space in a wrap and pulled the end through, forming one more knot. When Billy Ray finally let that thing go it snapped back, tight, very tight, so tight that it drew that man's scrotum up like it had been noosed. God it was tight!"

He stopped talking, and we listened to the quiet for a while. They had finished with the kid, and all you could hear was him whimpering as he lay on that floor. The hick had slowed his stroking, and I stared at him...feeling the feeling as I teetered on the edge...between heaven and earth, between cumming and not. God I was close.

I said: "Please....go ON!"

He started talking some more. "Not much else to tell really....Billy pulled out his Gerber then, and just laid it up against that man's big sac. His balls were trussed up and ready, and then, while everyone watched, he pulled his knife and in a single slice he took those college balls. The man was yelling when he pulled the knife, and it cut off his words like it cut off his balls....and once they were gone the man just stared....knowing it was done he collapsed like a balloon collapses when it pukes out its air. We slipped the chains off the nails and dragged him back to the corner, but the fight was gone from him and he was like a rag doll once his nuts had been taken."

"The next four went fast...one after the other....we just did em exactly the same. Grab...drag...then over the table....they each fought hard but it didn’t' matter. Then, out with the condom....then the tie was done and then with a slice their nuts were gone. One after the other...sac after sac. Those city boys were freaking....watching themselves get castrated one after the other. Yeah...it was something to see, but all they did was cower in the corner until their turn came up."

"After each set of balls Billy Ray would squeeze out the testicles inside, and then drop the two orbs in the glass bowl with the cream. They looked different from the other balls I had cooked before...bigger, fatter. When you do mountain oysters the calves' balls are small, and undeveloped, but these nuts were bigger and fatter and they filled the bowl. It was quite something to see. Finally, it was my turn, and I got to use my Gerber."

He started working my cock again....rotating his wrist as he talked. He was excited now, and his eyes sparkled, and I could tell he was reliving the moment and each castration he had done. His heart was pounding, and I could sense his excitement as he thought of those boys and the sacs he'd cut.

"Yeah...I pointed to the punk kid....and Billy Ray and I pulled him over to the table. He was begging like a kid, but I didn't care, and getting him tied down was easy after we had had the practice. His ass was firm, and he had hair up his legs and around his hole. I took out the condom, and did the tie like Billy Ray had showed me. I started out not stretching it enough, but Billy Ray guided me and I did it again, and the second time I got it right. You could see how the rubber condom made the boy's balls change color, and after that you could tell that they were no longer getting the blood they craved. Of course, the boy didn't like it, not at all, and especially after he had watched all the other nuttings he fought like a crazed maniac. I looked at the piercings and as he yelled and begged his tongue flicked in and out. I wondered if his tongue piercing was for his girlfriend, and if so, I knew it was a waste. I liked that hat on him, the way he wore it backwards to try and stay cool. He fought hard, but it didn't matter in the end. He was pretty much helpless."

"He was hard....unlike the guys Billy Ray cut. Yeah...his prick was really stiff, and when I took my knife and laid it into his sac...the sharp steel up against it, just below the condom I had em tied with, the boy bucked his hips like a wild man and pleaded like there was no tomorrow coming."

As he was telling me this he was pumping my cock, faster, and faster still, and I could visualize it, see the kid's desperation in my mind, as he had felt his balls dying on the vine and the knife up against them. Then, just as he started talking I started to shoot out my own wad, and he just pumped me as he talked and I grunted as I listened: "Yeah....well, I didn't do him like Billy Ray...I took my time...and I sawed his balls off nice and slow and when I did he shot his wad....yeah...that's it....just like you are shootin yours....yeah, that's it....I cut his balls off as the kids blew his nuts and emptied his cream one last time."

As I was cumming he was pulling down on my balls, still cupping them and everything was clear, crystal clear, and I grunted out my wad as he milked me dry. He didn't stop working my cock though, even after I had ejaculated. Quite the contrary. But he also never stopped talking either: "Yeah.....well, the pony tailed one was next....and once he was down on the table and I was staring at his ass going up and down it was fun to take em. I remember him well, the way I sawed his balls off slowly....making him savor the feeling and giving him a chance to really enjoy his castration. After I took his balls, I don't know why, but I reached up with the knife and took off his pony tail too. It just seemed fitting...and so I did it."

My cock was so sensitive I could hardly stand it. Still, I dared not move, but listened, to his breathing as he gasped with the feeling and continued to work my now slimly prick.

"The red head kid was third one I got to do; yeah, and I remember feeling his smooth skin above his cock that was jutting down between his legs. He looked funny without his pubes. He really struggled when I wrapped that condom around his balls, and he was crying and begging like it was the end of the world. For a teenager he sure loved his nuts! God he wanted to keep his balls! When I started working my Gerber through his sac he screamed and screamed, and I loved watching his rump go up and down as he fucked the air one last time. Finally, they came off. Funny, he too squirted....just two shots of cum but they splashed across the floor and it made me smile. I remember Billy Ray applauded when the red head came as I nutted him."

I was still hard, and he was still working my cock. GOD. GOD IT FELT SO DAMN GOOD. I was seeing it all, almost as vivid as if I had been there, and as I visualized the scene my prick grew ever stiffer and hard as it was to believe I felt the feeling growing once again. Then the hick said: "The fourth one I did...yeah, the kid...the one that looked to be sixteen, if that, well, yeah, his smooth chest and his empty pits just really made him stand out. He was begging, BEGGING, and he was screaming and screaming and screaming. Billy Ray had already done his brother, and so I think the kid knew his balls were coming off. He sure fought hard, and when I started cutting him he started squealing like a pig. Yeah...he sounded almost exactly like a pig squeals when you castrate them. It was so close to the same sound it was eerie."

My prick was too sensitive...just way too much as he was working it now. I was jerking my hips actually, struggling, to try and move my hips to reduce the sensation as my over-worked knob was sending smasms to my brain. Even so, I started to squirt yet again.....my wad this time just pumping out the end of my prick as he worked his thumb over my knob. I gasped, and he said "Yeah....the kid came too....like you are now.... . just before his balls came free he squirted, and yelled "OH GOD" the way he did when he was jerking himself. He just oozed out his little wad and it spattered on the floor. He was still squealing as he came, and was squirming too, just like you are squirming as you feel me working your super-sensitive knob." I couldn’t stand it, and I jerked, sideways, and rolled to my stomach to get my dick free from his hand. It was just too much. I lay there on my stomach, feeling the feeling, living it, gasping for air as I recovered from my second orgasm in a row.

Then he said: "Finally, there was only the big blond left, the one I had caught fucking my sis Billy Jean. Yeah...well, I enjoyed dragging him over to the table...enjoyed chaining him down and hooking it up over the nails. By this time he knew it was going to happen...and he didn't bother begging like the rest. His balls were huge, just a monster sac really, and hanging down and I was anxious to take them. The big man turned around then, and asked "Why? Why man....why are you doing this?"

I tied the condom as he asked his questions, getting it good and tight and making sure his balls were well noosed. Then, finally, I took out the Gerber and put it to his sac, and then I said "Because....because you raped my sister....that's why I'm doing thissssssssssssss." As I said the last word I started cutting, and I just slowly worked my knife back and forth, back and forth through his sac of meat until I owned his balls and they were mine."

Suddenly, I the hick moving, climbing over and between my legs, his knees against my knees and I started to protest. I'm not into boy fucking...and never have been, and all of a sudden I realized that’s where he was going and I had no intention of letting him go there. As I started to struggle, he took my hair and pulled back on my head, until I was looking up, at the wall. I reached back, with my right hand and he grabbed the wrist, and pulled it hard and up until it was between my shoulder blades. I was staring at the wall and feeling him holding my head as if I was a rodeo bull he was about to ride. I struggled, and he rode me, feeling me, holding my wrist tight and jerking it higher until it hurt like hell. As I fought him, he was talking, and as he talked I stared at the wall in front of me and listened to what he had to say.

"Don't you move fucker....don't you dare move. I swear if you move or fight me, I'll take your balls....I swear to God I will and don't think for a moment that I won't!" I gasped, and he slammed my head down into the bar across the end of my bed, and then lifted it back up and did it again, and then again one more time. Everything spun, and I knew he had me. Then he said "...When I was there, behind the blond haired boy, I was looking at his hole, just the way I'm looking at yours now. And then, well, I just pushed forward, until my prick was right up against it, up to it, and just like you now, he didn't like it one bit."

I felt his prick then, stiff, his knob against my hole....my virgin hole.....and I stared, my eyes open now, wide, very wide, feeling his prick and his eagerness. Just then, he pushed forward, and even though I tightened my ass and tried to pinch him out, it was useless and he slipped through my ring of muscle and after that he was in all the way to his balls.

He didn’t say anything after that. He just fucked me, in and out, in and out, grunting into me as he relived the fuck not so very long ago. He fucked me, just as he had fucked that blond haired boy, fucked me fast and hard and deep. I felt him, and it hurt, and yet I was spent and my balls felt empty. He fucked me for a long time, savoring it, enjoying it, and all the while I laid there, legs spread, feeling him penetrate to my soul. He slowly quickened the pace, working me harder and faster, holding my head back and up as he fucked my ass. Finally, he started talking again.

"Oh God...yeah.....when I was fucking him he was tight, too, just like you. Billy Ray had the grease hot, and so he was rolling those cream-covered balls in flour and as I fucked that ass he cooked those balls. Just fried em up...and they popped and sizzled and that wonderful smell filled that cabin as I fucked his ass. I took my time.... yeah.... GOD....yeah.... oh man....it was good."

He was pushing harder...even deeper, and I could feel his big prick as it slammed into my prostate. I had never felt anything like it, and once again my prick stirred beneath me and I went hard. I didn't think it was possible, but I knew I was going to cum again if this continued. He never slowed down, and his voice became raspy and he started to slur his words.

"Fuckkkkkkkkk, yeah......I fucked him.....just like now....and Billy Ray fried those balls. It was a hell of a meal, yeah, a HELL of a meal, and I ate until I was stuffed. But that first ball, the first oyster I got to taste, well, it was straight out of the pan and as soon as I saw it I knew whose it was. It was a huge, fat ball, a monster ball, and I knew it was one of the nuts from the man I was fucking. I opened my mouth, and Billy Ray gave it to me, and just as I did, as I savored his nut and tasted the flavor, I shot my wad and came in his ass."

Suddenly, the hick was cumming, and so was I, and together we pumped out our loads of semen and remembered the boys that had lost their balls. I shot and shot, pumping my goo beneath me, onto my bed. As my ass spasmed around his cock, he emptied his wad into my bowels, and he came so violently that I felt his cream as it splashed into my prostate deep inside. We shot together, the hick and I. I knew right then that nothing was ever going to be the same.

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