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The dark Mercedes drove along the residential street, occasionally slowing as if checking
house numbers. Finally it pulled up a house and parked by the curb. The two men inside conferred quietly. OK, Bob, lets get it right. Is that house number 169 or 199. Its hard to tell from her, asked one. Uhm... Its 169 for sure. This is the right house, Im sure. They wouldnt make a mistake on something this important, replied the other. Well, then, lets get the guy and get this over with, said the first. We have two more this evening then we can go home. The men got out of the car and walked together to up the driveway and then to the front door. Bob rang the bell. The men waited. The outside light came on and a man opened the door. Hello, can I help you? he asked. Mr. Jergens, were from Kenny. He asks that you come down to see him now, the second man said. Im sorry but there must be some mistake. Im not Jergens and I dont know any Kenny. Whats this all about anyway? he began to close the door. Bob pushed the door open and stepped inside. Mr. Jergens, we dont want to make this unpleasant, do we. Kenny told us you might not want to see him. Apparently he wants to collect what you owe him. The second man stepped inside and took Jergens other arm. Come on, buddy, a quick visit to Kenny and you can get back to your life. He produced a roll of duct tape from his pocket and with a practiced movement tore off a six-inch piece which he placed on Mr. Jergens mouth. Then the two men half carried, half dragged Mr. Jergens to their car. Bob opened the back door and the two pushed the still-struggling Mr. Jergens into the back seat. Then they got into the front seat and Bob started the car. They drove off quickly. Once released, Mr. Jergens pulled the tape from his mouth and beat on the glass partition between him and the two men in the front seat. Hey, he yelled. He heard a click as the intercom was turned on. What do you want? My name isnt Jergens; its West. Youve made a mistake. A stifled laugh from the speaker. Sure, buddy, sure. Where are you taking me? asked Jergens. Like I said Kenny told us to pick you up and thats what we did. Next stop is where theyll take care of your debt. Youll soon be back watching TV. What debt? Who is this Kenny? The man in the passenger seat turned to look through the partition. Look, he said. When you make a deal with Kenny, just believe hes gonna collect. Im sure he wont take the whole package unless you try to cross him again. Were just doing our job. The intercom clicked off. Jergens sat in silence. They drove for about 20 minutes to another part of town. The men obviously had driven this route before many times. They turned numerous corners sometimes doubling back as though they thought they might be followed. Finally they drove up to a building, paused for a nearly-invisible door to open, drove in and parked among other cars. The two men got out, one opened his door and reached in to help him out. Together they walked toward a door in the far wall. Hey, Mr. Jergens, I ought to warn you that you cant get out of here without one of these to open the doors. Bob held up a small box with buttons on it. So dont try any cute stuff like trying to make a run for it. Yeah, and the walls are all sound proofed so even if you yell for help, nobodys gonna hear you, said the other man. Jergens, confused and overwhelmed by this activity, walked meekly along with Bob and the other man through the door into an office area. They turned left and continued down the corridor where they entered a small office. A woman was seated behind the desk watching them. As they approached she smiled. Hi, Bob, Bill, you got another client, I see. Yeah, Kenny wanted us to bring in him and a couple more so were going back out now and get the others, said Bill. Betty, this is Mr. Jergens. Then they left. The door closed with a solid click. Betty turned her attention toward Mr. Jergens. If youll just take a seat here, theyll be out to get you in a moment, she said pleasantly. Have a seat over there, please. Jergens turned to Betty. Why are you calling me Jergens when my name is West? he asked. Betty ignored him. He sat down dejected. Another door opened and a man in a suit walked over to him. You must be Jergens. Excellent, weve been waiting. You have already been selected by three clients. Come along and meet them. Without waiting for him to speak, the man in the suit took his arm and pulled him toward the door. As they approached, he heard the door click and the suit man pulled it open. As they took the short walk down the corridor, he thought he heard screams and snatches of music from far off but he wasnt sure. They stopped at another door, the suit man pulled a box from his pocket and pressed sever buttons. The door opened. Inside were two women and a man. Well, folks here he is, as promised. One of the women said, he really doesnt look like his picture. Are you sure this is him? The suit man smiled jovially and said, Kenny promises and Kenny delivers. Take him away. Room number 17 has all the equipment ready for you. As the trio surrounded Jergens, the suit man said, hes a bit nervous as you might expect so take proper care of him. The man and one of the women took Jergens by the arms and led him through another door. Now Jergens was sure he could hear loud music and yelling but still rather far off. He let them lead him to another room with the number 17 painted on it. The smaller woman opened the door and they walked into the room. Someone turned on the light, Jergens heart sank at the sight. It looked like an operating room with a table in the middle. On the counter he could see metal instruments although he couldnt make out what some were used for, the scalpels looked sharp. OK, Jergens, this is it, said one of the women. Undress. Jergens stood frozen in place. He didnt move. Come on, man, said the other woman. We paid for you and we want our moneys worth so get undressed. The other three were hastily stripping down to nothing. Jergens as if in a trance began to undress as well. Soon they were all naked. The mans penis was fully erect. He stroked it as he looked at Jergens. Joyce, its your turn to wield the cutter. How do you want to do him? Joyce looked at Jergenss cock which had also begun a slow climb to erection. Lets nail him down and Ill use the machete this time, she said. The other woman walked to the counter and picked up a tool that Jergens recognized as a bander. His uncle used one like this to put a strong rubber band on his sheep before he castrated them. Kept them from bleeding to death when the balls came off. She approached Jergens and smiled. How you doing, honey? Jergens couldnt help but admire her firm breasts and hard nipples. OK, I guess, he replied. I can understand why this might not be a good day for you but you must have expected it would happen sooner or later when you signed up with Kenny. Right? she replied as she lifted his erected cock and slipped the bander over it. Hey, isnt that supposed to go over my balls? Jergens said. Not if we take your cock. Thats what we bought. Your balls would cost another $2000 that we arent ready to spend now. Maybe next time, OK? said the man. The woman slid the bander over his cock and quickly placed the band close to the base. He felt the band squeezing his cock. She moved the bander off, placed another band on it and slid it over his cock again putting another band about 1/2 from the first. That second band will keep your cock inflated until we get it preserved, she observed idly and removing the bander. The man indicated he was to go to the table where Joyce waited. She was holding a hammer and nail in her hands. He walked to her and stopped. Joyce indicated a triangular block on the table. Put your cock on that block and hold it down while I nail it, she said. Jergens moved to the block and pushed his cock down into the groove cut for it. Joyce walked up next to him and placed the tip of the nail on his cock head. This will hurt a bit, she said as she swung the hammer. Jergens watched as if in slow motion the hammer moved ever so slowly down and down and down until.... SLAM! He felt the nail cut into and through his shaft. Joyce released the nail and swung the hammer again. SLAM! This time it drove completely through and into the wood. Jergens tried not to cry out but the horror of watching his cock being nailed to a block of wood and now the pain of the nail cutting into and through his body was too much. He groaned and yelled. The man was standing beside him to keep him from fainting. After a few seconds the intense pain subsided to a hard ache. Joyce handed the other woman the hammer and took a machete from her. The smooth stainless steel blade reflected the light from the overhead array. She touched her finger lightly to the sharp business edge of the knife and smiled. Very sharp. This will be quick, she observed then stepped beside him again and swung the blade. With unerring accuracy, he watch the machete whip down and move exactly between the two bands where it landed with a thump, severing the captive penis neatly. A white-hot line of fire shot across Jergenss cock and he screamed. The man caught him as he crumpled over the grasp his crotch. A little blood dripped from the stump. The man carried Jergens to the table and placed him on it then holding him there as he thrashed about in the dance of the cockless. After an eternity his screaming stopped and he stared down at the 1/2 stump that remained of his cock. Jergens didnt hear the door open or see the man in the white smock immediately. You ready for me to patch you up, Jergens? Without waiting for an answer, the man turned his attention to his traumatized area and begin to stitch it neatly. As he lay on the table, Jergens watched the three. Joyce pulled the nail from what used to be his cock and held it in her hand. Lovely! she said. Then the three got dressed and left. Jergens passed out. Jergens was later discovered in a local emergency room brought in by some kind man. He was treated and released to go home. Several days later as Gary West and his wife stood outside their home, she commented, You really should put another nail in this 9, Gary. Since it flipped over, our address looks like 169 instead of 199.
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