The Wise Guy
By: Bagoas

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[TESTICLES]

Wherein a cocky young man learns that adultery, especially with a gangster's woman, is a very dangerous game.


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   Celeste and I really thought we could get away with it. We frequented places where Vito and his boys never went. We made out in a motel some 60 miles out of town, under the names of  Mr. and Mrs. Jack Orff. How was I to know that Vito's brother owned the place ?


   I had just returned from a pleasant session with Celeste at the Happy Hours Motel, feeling no pain (yet) and very fucked-out. I didn't even notice that the key turned too easily in the lock in the door of my apartment because it was already unlocked. I walked into my darkened living room and someone grabbed me from behind. I opened my mouth to yell and somebody popped a ball gag into it and tied it while someone else tied my writsts behind my back.

   Then, the lights came on and , in front of me, smiling evilly, stood Vito Coglioni and I thought "Oh, shit." Vito unbuckled my belt tore my fly open, and pulled down my slacks and my briefs.

Then, finally, Vito spoke to me. "Shit ! I don't see what Celeste sees there to like any better'n what I've got" Then he spoke to his three gorillas "OK, pants him and sit him on the floor in the corner."


   They did , holding my legs apart at an acute angle. One of them took ahold of my dick and held it off to one side. I wondered "What the fuck is going on here ?" I soon found out. Vito walked up to me and set the toe of his right shoe on top of my nuts. I'd have tried to roll to the side or something, but, before I had time to react Vito lifted his left foot off the floor. He weighs 250 pounds, and , suddenly, all of it was bearing on my balls.

   There were three sounds in quick succession, two pops and a muffled scream as my balls bursted in an explosion of incredible excruciating agony. Pain like nothing I could ever have imagined shot up into my groins and my belly, down into my thighs, and back to my asshole. That pain alone can kill a man, but I wasn't that lucky. Vito twisted his foot from side to side, grinding my mangled sex glands into the floor. Before I lost consciousness, I was vaguely aware of Vito dialing my phone and then saying "There's a man badly hurt in suite 404 at the Belmont Towers."


Please understand that Vito was not being merciful. He didn't want me to die because I wouldn't suffer long enough. He wanted me to have a long sexless life to regret screwing his woman.  



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