The Vendetta: Part I

My name is Rodrigo Almanez. The beautiful guy sitting next to me, hands on the steering wheel of our Jeep, is Andrew Carrington, my fiancée. I am not including any pictures in these journals, so I suppose I can give brief descriptions of Andy and myself:

Andrew Carrington is perfect, in a word. Of course, my opinion is biased as all get out, but I’ve never been given a reason to doubt for a second that he is not indeed perfection incarnate. Andy has shockingly bright blonde hair that surrounds his face in long, curved locks that end in a bit of a flair outward as they reach his eyebrows and hairless cheeks. He looks a bit feminine in the face with his high cheekbones and full, red lips, but he is all the masculinity I need. His eyes are a sapphire-like blue and his teeth are absolutely perfect and pearly white. His skin is a pale ivory and his body is somewhere between slender and athletic as he only has a semi-noticeable muscular undertone. His best feature is that perfect, round, big ass that he has to stuff into his jeans each morning. He is the man I plan to marry once this is all over.

I, on the other hand, do not consider myself to be perfect, although Andy is constantly encouraging me to think that way. My own hair is short clipped and jet-black but done up with gel in a messy, semi-spiked style. I, too, wear no facial hair as to look younger but I am still more masculine in the face. I’m told that my dark, nearly-black irises make me look thirty instead of my true age of nineteen. My own lips are thin and pink in color and my skin is a lightened brown due to my Puerto Rican heritage. My body is lean and thin, and a bit more masculine than Andy’s. I’ve been told that my best feature is my smile, but it’s rarely seen.

As I type this on Andy and I’s shared laptop, we are driving down a abandoned-looking dirt road, stirring up dust as we go, heading to San Diego, California – Home of Helix Studios. Helix Studios, if any readers do not know, is a porn company. They make all sorts of videos of guys fucking and jacking off. They have everything from twinks to a special Latino section. I plan to end them.

I have a personal vendetta against Helix Studios. It’s filled with corrupt people who are in the business solely to make money. It’s a festering hive of immoral fucking and orgies. Polygamist men fucking each other for cash on the spot – they may as well be prostitutes. Ever since I stumbled across their website when I was fifteen, I’ve studied the boys they choose. Always the skinny boys with big cocks and loads of sex appeal to draw in horny guys at home who need to bust a nut. Then, they tape the boys disgracing the act of love making and pay them afterwards. It’s all a money-gaining scheme built on the loneliness and sexual depravity of the viewers and, even worse, at the heart of the company is immorality and hopelessness of salvation. These people need to be taken down, along with all porn industries who exploit boys for profit. But here’s the thing: these “exploited boys”… THEY ARE ALL FOR IT! They, too, must be punished as must the industry itself. There is only one way that I can see to end them both with one blow.

Here, I must break away from my rant against Helix to inform the reader about my past life so that they can understand the present. Although I am only currently nineteen years old, I have been practicing the art of castration for three years. At sixteen, I first stumbled upon the idea of castration and began to have extreme fantasies about nutting a boy and making him my little eunuch bitch. As I investigated into Helix and the other porn industries out there, I blew several loads at the thought of teaching these immoral boys a lesson by taking their nuts. Their cocks would then be useless and their balls would be mine. To crush. To eat. To keep. To cut. I could do whatever I wished with them, yes? They would belong to me, after all.

It was near this time that I first put my plan into motion. I had just met Andy that year and shared with him my fantasy of castration. Instead of leaving me on the spot in fear of losing his balls, he was intrigued and stayed. Since, we’ve done several roleplay scenarios where he nearly loses his nuts to my knife. I nutted my first boy at sixteen – a friend of Andy’s who had fucked with the wrong boy. He lost his balls and I gained all the power from them.

That’s one thing the sites never tell you… the euphoric wave of power that overwhelms you when a boy’s balls come loose into your hand. When you nut a boy who deserves to lose what he’s been given in the name of masculinity, a chill runs up your spine. It’s a wave of pure, intense pleasure and power that only ending a boy’s trip into a sexual future can bring. I’ve had multiple orgasms whilst nutting boys, that wave of euphoria too much for my own balls to handle. Andy, over the last few years, has been my audience whilst I’ve nutted boys in the name of the world’s ever-slipping morals. He likes to watch their expressions and see how they react when the final cut is made. Recently, he’s started whipping out his cock and jacking off to the sight of me castrating the undeserving boys. I’m not sure how I feel about that, to be honest. Andrew’s begged me to castrate him a few times. Maybe one day I will. He loves the idea of losing his balls to my knife. And, to be quite frank, I love the thought of taking them. But that is a story for another day. Another chapter.

Since that first boy, I’ve unmanned forty-two more. None were over the age of twenty-five, none younger than fourteen. I plan to add the models of Helix Studios to this list. If I nut the boys that work for the company, the company will go bankrupt and the boys will learn their morals. It is the perfect plan. Andy supports me one-hundred percent. He does not think we will be caught. He has taken all the proper precautions and we’ve no reason to be suspected by the local law enforcement. In my previous forty-three cuttings, I’ve never been arrested or suspected as a criminal. It will stay this way.

THE NEXT DAY

Hello again, readers. Andy and I have arrived in San Diego and we’ve rented a hotel room across the way from Helix Studios. From here, we can keep watch on the company – see who goes in and out – and do research on our laptops using the hotel’s wifi settings. Don’t worry, readers, we’ve used aliases and taken all the proper measures for getting away. As I unpack now, I cannot wait to sink my blade into the tight scrotum of the immoral boys who will give me their balls. Between sentences written here, I am unpacking my most vital case – my castration kit. It is a normal suitcase, but it is lined with a foam texture (custom-built) to hold all of my tools. Inside, I keep my leather ties, my blood-cleaning solution that not even UV lights can outsmart, my disposable gloves and my manacles, and in the very center, my blade. The knife within my kit is the same knife I’ve used on the forty-three boys I’ve cut before and it is the same knife that will be used on the next seven-thousand scrotums that will open for me. It is a custom-made weapon. It has a dagger-like hilt that gleams in silver. The handle is wrapped in a tight, black coil of strong cloth and the blade is curved and sharp enough to slice through bone. It is the tool that I cannot move forward without. As I hold it now, toying with it, Andy’s cock grows hard, thinking of the possibilities and the boys who have lost it all to the blade. He begs me to use it on him and I simply grin. Tonight, Andy and I will make passionate love, fueled by the thought of his impending castration. But I digress, once more.

Our first target is the boy known as Tommy Anders. This is his alias in porn. He is one of the most successful twink pornstars and his cock and balls belong to Helix Studios for the time being. As Andrew hacks past the Helix Studios server protection, we will gain access to “Tommy’s” work schedule.

Andy and I have agreed to take his balls before he films, so that they will be full and so that the boy he is scheduled to fuck is saved from his immoral cock.

MIDNIGHT

Hello, once again, readers. Andy has managed to surpass the security measures of the Helix server and it turns out that Tommy is scheduled for a photoshoot this evening. I’m not sure why they would operate so late in the evening, but I can’t find myself to care. Andy is watching the area with our sight equipment and soon, we will take Tommy.

AN HOUR LATER

It has happened, readers, it has happened! Andy spotted Tommy’s flamboyantly colored car driving to Helix for his shoot, but we were able to intercept him! We left the hotel room and stopped him on a quiet road a few minutes away from the studio. Andy and I have policeman uniforms that we’ve managed to steal in our journey together and it worked perfectly. Tommy really believed he was being stopped at a road block!

For those who have never seen “Tommy”, he has dark blonde hair, beautiful green eyes, a lean and semi-muscular body, a 9.5” cock, and two hen-eggs in his tight sac. As he looked up at us, thinking we were cops, it was so satisfying to see him. A wave of remembrance washed over me as I recognized him from the videos of his thrusting hips and domination of tight boys. We asked him to step out of the car and were able to use a bit of chloroform to render him unconscious.

He is now back at our hotel room. We’ve used the manacles and rope that we brought along to secure him in an eagle-spread fashion on one of the walls of the room. His ass and back is against the wall he is secured to, but his cock is facing us. We’ve stripped him nude and used a ripped portion of his t-shirt to gag him. When he wakes up, his screams will be useless and unheard. His wrists and ankles are secured tightly in the manacles, which are screwed into the wall, so he will not be able to struggle very effectively.

When the castration begins, Andy will take over as writer and write down what he sees as an observer. At the present moment, Andy is standing by Tommy, looking the boy over. Andy’s stripped himself of clothing as well, except for the leather BDSM mask we wear for identity protection. His cock, which stands at attention at a full eight inches, is fully erect in anticipation of the castration. I have to admit that my own manhood is fully hard and throbbing as the time to use my knife grows nearer.

Oh! I think Tommy is beginning to wake! I must grab my knife! Andy will now begin to write.

It’s true, Tommy’s waking up. Oh God! I love when Rodrigo does this. I feel like I’m gonna cum just from seeing that damned knife. It’s so exciting!

Okay, Blondie’s starting to come alive again. Ha! His eyes are darting around the room, looking at Rod and me. God, this is hot. Rod’s starting to give his spiel.

“Tommy Anders… you’ve been quite busy for the past couple years haven’t you? Shoving your cock in every fuckhole you can find and getting money for it, too! Must be a hell of a living. Tell me, do you enjoy your work? Do you enjoy the immoral and disgusting fucking you do? Do you enjoy living in polygamy? Disgracing an act of love by getting paid for it? By fucking any boy that sticks his ass up in the air for you? DO YOU!? Well, I am about to fix that problem for you. Your balls are causing you to think unwisely. What ever would you do if you were to stand before your maker today? What would you tell your maker? Would you admit to your lust and your immoral life? I think not. And that is why you are here today. Get ready to lose it all. You are number forty-four.”

(Rod’s asked me to write exactly what is said. Sorry for that long dialogue! He can be sooooo wordy!)

Rod holds the knife in front of Tommy’s eyes. Like all the other boys, he doesn’t know that it’s to cut his balls off. How could he? Rod seems to get a power trip from showing his knife. GOD my cock is throbbing. Rod comes over to the bed (where I’m sitting) and takes one of those leather ties from his kit. He crafts it into a loop with an adjustable knot and nooses it around Tommy’s balls.

Tommy is obviously confused as to what’s going on. It’s funny to watch, but so hot at the same time. As Rod tightens the noose just enough to sit atop Tommy’s nuts, the tension builds. Tommy’s cock grows to full erection, just like they all do. Rod gets on his knees and slides Tommy’s dick through the little zipper-hole on his leather mask.

Rod always insists allowing them to have one final load. This time, it’s his turn to take it.

As he sucks Tommy’s cock, Tommy keeps trying to shove his dick in deeper. But the restraints won’t let him! Haha!

After a few minutes of sucking, I can tell that Tommy’s ready to blow. He must have saved up a load for his photoshoot tonight. Sucks for him. His back arcs. He’s moaning through the gag. And… Rod stopped sucking. GOD that has to suck! He’s never done that before.

I ask him why he did so and he responded with “this immoral trash doesn’t deserve a last orgasm. If he cums during the castration, very well. I will not finish his pleasure.”

That did it. As soon, as SOON as Rod said “castration” Tommy’s eyes perked up. He started struggling then, realizing what the knife was for. But there was no point! The restraints held him down perfectly. He was gonna lose his nuts!

Tommy is starting to fight harder now that Rod has his knife in-hand again. Rod walks towards him and pulls tight on the noose around Tommy’s balls, which closes in a tight circle around the top of his scrotum. Rod says that’s so they don’t bleed. Rod gets back on his knees now and lifts his knife. Tommy’s fighting hard, but his cock is still so damn stiff! It’s almost like he’s eager to lose those nuts. Rod places the tip of the blade against Tommy’s tight balls, just as a teaser. Tommy is screaming loudly now. You can hear the noise pouring through the rag, even though it’s really muffled.

Rod then put the knife behind Tommy’s scrotum. I could see his wrists make a flicking motion as he cut a slit on the right side of Tommy’s sac. He started thrusting his hips harder then, screaming even louder. His big brown eyes were full of worry!

Rod moved to the left side and made the same slice. He then reached up between Tommy’s legs with his free hand and squeezed against his nuts, making them pop out of the slits. It looked strange, seeing the nuts outside of their protective sac. Tommy was REALLY freaking now. He bucked and bucked but to no avail!

As Rod lowered his knife to slice through the cord, his cupped hand underneath the doomed testicle, Tommy began blowing his load. Stream after stream of his wad shot out QUICK and was covering Rod’s chest like a thick icing. Rod made another flick with his wrist and Tommy’s right nut fell off of its cord and into Rod’s hand. Tommy was still shooting, although not as much was coming out now. Rodrigo then moved his hand underneath the left testicle and sliced once more. With this final cut, Tommy’s back arced as if in pain and stayed that way for a long while. Rod then stood and walked over to me, showing me the nuts he’d taken. The very essence of the porn star’s manhood was cupped in his palm. I took them, gratefully, and placed them against my own sac and I started jacking off, rubbing their smooth and slick exterior against my thick cock and sac. Rod grinned and came closer, letting me lick Tommy’s cum off his chest. He knew I liked to taste the boys’ final load. They always seemed so much more potent!

I swear, tasting a boy’s last load lets you taste the essence of their masculinity. As I rolled the sperm around on my tongue and held Tommy’s nuts against my own, I came in an orgasm that can only be brought on by witnessing a castration.

Tommy had fell into an unconscious state, as most boys do after losing their nuts. After I was done playing with them, Rod took Blondie’s balls and put them in a jar of a preserving fluid and labeled it “Anders” with a Sharpie. He packed up his things and told me to do the same. I knew what came next.

From the hotel, we would take our belongings and find a dumpster in an abandoned parking lot or some other place. We would leave Tommy there, of course. Housekeeping would find him. We’d throw all of our “contaminated” things like the hotel bedsheets, the clothing with Tommy’s cum on them, the leather tie, and anything else from the scene with our DNA on them , into the dumpster and set them ablaze to burn with the other trash. Then, we’d check into another hotel and set up once more for our next boy.