Jeopardy

Editor's note : this is not a 'feel good' story, as the Author's warning states. It's intense, and not for the faint of heart. It's not going to turn you on, nor make you laugh. It's not one of those kinds of stories, so if you're looking for such, this won't provide it. Apologies to Slammr for the delay in posting. - Paolo.

To the people who knew him-to the outside world-Michael Ryan was an affable, handsome man of twenty-six. More than one woman had called him beautiful. People were naturally attracted to him-found him easy to trust.

Hidden away, compartmentalized within his psyche, was a much different creature- a shrunken, misshapen, vile, creature of unspeakable evil. None who saw it lived long enough to report the sighting.

He was abused as a child, but others have been so abused without becoming like Michael. His father was a violent alcoholic and a sadistic disciplinarian who beat him and his mother. He berated Michael, calling him a sissy, queer, worthless. His father killed the only creature that Michael had ever loved-his dog-to punish him for masturbating, and then burned his penis with a cigarette to keep him from doing it again.

Michael had to mold his personality to suit his father’s whims. He became adapt at observing his father’s moods so that he could play the role that would best appease that mood-the role least likely to get him a beating.

After he graduated from college, this ability to read people-to be able to become what they wished-earned him the status of top salesman of his Seattle based company, and a six figure salary. With that salary he bought himself a house on five acres of land across the bay in Paulsbo.

While off work, Michael spent much of his time in the University District near the University of Washington. He found it easy to meet-to pick up-boys there. He tried to avoid local boys, preferring transients or runaways. He would befriend them-offer to let them stay at his house for the night. Few ever hesitated, or refused. None could see the evil which lurked beneath Michael’s pleasing facade. None ever left his house-alive.

Killing them was never enough. Michael had to possess them, to bend them completely to his will, to torture them-to reduce them to something less than human. His tortures were centered around the boys’ genitals, which were always severed, in some manner, while they were conscious. He had a trophy room where he kept their severed penises in jars of formaldehyde, their skulls-stripped of flesh-on a shelf.

His house, secluded on the five acres, had a full basement. It was there he conducted his tortures. He had added sound-proofing to the basement so that he wouldn’t have to gag his victims. He needed to hear their screams-to listen to them beg for their lives.

When he brought boys home, he fed them dinner-spiked their drinks with sedatives. When they were unconscious, he carried them to the basement, fitted them with restraints-prepared them for torture.

If he had two boys, he usually prepared them for a game of “Jeopardy.” He loved to watch the game show on TV-proud that he could usually beat the contestants with the right answer. For the boys he brought home, the name, “Jeopardy,” had a double meaning.

One Friday night he picked up two boys, brothers, in the U District. He never remembered their names afterwards. They were objects, not people to him, but their names were Jason and Justin, Jason, the younger one, was fifteen. His brother was sixteen. They had run away from home after having been caught smoking dope-threatened with a rehabilitation program.

The boys were completely taken in by Michael, thinking that he was a great guy. Eagerly, they took him up on his offer to let them spend the night at his house. With Michael, they took the ferry to Bremerton-drove to Paulsbo.

The house, set back from the road, was a quarter mile from the nearest neighbor. While the boys watched TV, Michael prepared them dinner-fixed their drinks.

When they were watching TV after dinner, the boys first became boisterous, acted drunk, giddy, then passed out-snoring on the couch. Michael stripped them of their clothes while in the den where they had been watching TV. He fondled their limp cocks, then turned Jason over-fucked his virgin ass on the couch. He carried them, still sleeping, to the basement-to the “Jeopardy”room.

When the brothers awoke, they found themselves in strange chairs, side by side, in the rear of a brightly lit room. They were both naked. Their wrists and forearms were strapped to the arms of the chairs. Beneath their right index fingers was a button. A lap belt was across their hips, holding them firmly in their seats. Perhaps the most perplexing feature of the seat was that the seat was made of clear plastic, and that there was a hole in it through which their balls descended. A sliding panel had been closed upon the base of their scrotums so that it left a small hole in which the scrotum was tightly pinned. The sharp edges of the plastic dug into the top of their tender sacks. It wasn’t so tight that the blood to their ball was cut off, but it was painful. Their balls hung down into a compartment below the seat. The compartment appeared to be about ten inches deep. Each compartment on both boy’s seats was attached to its own chute which ended at the front wall. There were metal divisors inserted into the chute-they could be removed from the top-at the front wall and about every two feet down the length of the chute. They divided each chute into ten compartments.

The boys were screaming when Michael walked into the room. He was naked. He had an erection. With a doubled up belt-with the belt buckle-he struck them, hitting them on the face, chest, and arms.

“Shut up you worthless piece of shit,” he screamed to each as he struck them.

When they learned that each outburst earned more blows, the boys were reduced to whimpering-crying softly.

“That’s better,” said Michael

“But...what...” Justin started to ask.

Michael struck him across the face with the belt buckle, gashing his cheek-barely missing his eye.

“Shut the fuck up, you miserable worm. I’m doing the talking.”

Justin wisely shut his mouth.

“We’re going to play a game,” began Michael. “Have you ever watched “Jeopardy” on TV?”

The brothers didn’t know whether to answer or not. They had been hit every time they opened their mouths.

“Answer me, God Damnit,” Michael said, as he lashed out at Jason.

“I know of it, but I never watch it,” replied Justin.

“I’ve never watched it,” said Jason.

“I’ll explain the rules, but you’d better listen close, because I’m not going to fucking repeat them.”

“I’ll ask a question. If you know the answer, press the button under your finger. If you’re first, it’ll light up this light-pointing to a light on each side of the room by each boys chair-and lock out the other contestant’s light. Then you have to give me the answer in form of a question. If you give the wrong answer, or don’t pose it in the form of a question, the other contestant gets to answer. If neither of you can answer, you both lose the round. For each round you lose, I’ll remove one of the divisors in the chute, starting at the front wall.”

The boys weren’t sure what that meant-what removing a divisor would accomplish.

“We’ll start with an easy question,” said Michael. “What is the capitol of Texas?”

Justin buzzed in first. “Austin,” he said.

“Wrong...that wasn’t in form of a question.”

Jason’s light lit. “What is...Austin?” he said.

“Right,” said Michael. “He loses,” he said, pointing to Justin.

He walked to the divisor at the front wall on Justin’s chute. When he removed it, a huge rat-fully as large as a cat ran into the first chamber of the chute. It wasn’t a white rat, but a big, black, vicious looking creature. It squeaked repeatedly, as if in eager anticipation of what was to come.

Each boy thought of his balls hanging into the chamber below the seat, tried to rise up in his chair, but was restrained by the belt-the plastic around his sack.

Michael reveled in the look of horror on their faces. The more frightened they became, the harder his cock became.

“He’s very hungry,” Michael said. “His last meal was another boy’s balls. He wants-can’t wait to get at-yours.

Both boys screamed.

Michael hit them until they quit. “It’s time for another question.”

Neither boy knew the answer.

Michael first pulled up the divisor on Jason’s chute, letting his rat into the first compartment. It looked equally vicious-equally hungry. When he pulled up the divisor on Justin’s chute, the rat leaped into the second chamber.

Justin nervously pushed his button before Michael finished the next question, so he was unable to even guess what the answer would be.

When Michael asked Jason, “Who was the president during the Civil War?” Jason was correct with, “Lincoln.”

The next divisor on Justin’s chute was removed. The rat jumped forward into the third chamber. There were seven left, including the one under Justin’s seat.

Justin was very careful not to press the button before he heard the question. His finger just beat Jason’s. He answered the question correctly. Jason’s rat leapt into the second chamber, squeaking impatiently.

Justin, being older, beat Jason on the next two questions. With the rat eyeing his balls, brotherly love, or protecting Jason didn’t enter his mind. On the third question, he, again, forgot to pose the answer as a question. His rat, and Jason’s were each in the fourth chambers.

Jason was almost to the point of gibbering. Justin wasn’t much better. They each lost the next two rounds. The rats, in each chute, were in the sixth chamber. Four more-they would be at the boy’s balls. The rats knew they were getting close. Their squeaks increased in intensity.

Justin knew the answer to the next question, but forgot to pose it as a question. Jason took advantage of his mistake. Two chambers separated the rat from Justin’s balls.

The brothers, so preoccupied with the rats couldn’t concentrate on the questions. They both lost the next two rounds. Justin’s rat was in the chamber next to the one his balls were in. It clawed at the divisor, lifting it slightly in the slot, trying to squeeze its head underneath it. Justin squirmed, attempting to rise in his seat. If it hadn’t been for the belt, he would have come out of the seat, even if it mean leaving his balls in the chamber below. The seat was drenched in his urine.

Justin pressed the button too soon, but Jason couldn’t answer the question either. Michael first lifted the panel on Jason’s chute, letting the rat into the chamber next to the one containing his balls. When he walked over to the other chute, Justin was screaming, but his words were unintelligible.

When he lifted the divisor, the rat leapt for Justin’s dangling balls, burying his teeth in the skin at the bottom of his sack. Clutching the skin with his front paws, he began chewing. Justin’s screams had become inhuman shrieks. Jason’s matched his in timbre and volume.

The rat chewed off the bottom of Justin’s scrotum. It grabbed the first testicle to drop free with its paws, pulling it down-began biting through the cords. Blood streamed over the rat’s head and body as it chewed though the blood vessels. When it chewed through the rest of the cords, the ball dropped to floor of the chamber-rolled across the floor. The rat scurried after it, sat there, holding it with his paws as he rapidly devoured it. Justin’s other nut hung from his torn sack.

Justin and Jason were both shrieking. There was no evidence of sanity in either of them. Jason couldn’t tear his eyes from the rat as it chewed on Justin’s nut. Michael masturbated, shooting his cum over Justin’s face.

The rat, having finished the first nut, went back for the second. Again, the rat grabbed it, pulled it down-bit through the cords so it could eat the nut on the floor. When the rat finished the ball, it started on the remainder of the sack. Both Jason and Michael watched-Jason in horror-Michael smiling in fascination.

Although the rat was finished with the sack, it kept eating, poking its head through the hole as best it could. It ate through the base of Justin’s cock. Urine dribbled out through the severed urethra. Blood poured over the rat’s body. Eventually there was a hollow where Justin’s balls-the base of his cock had been. The rat couldn’t reach any more flesh.

Michael stared intently at Justin’s face, at the eyes rolled back in his head, as the blood streamed from Justin’s crotch, as the life drained from his body.

Although he had seen it many times before, he was surprised by the amount of blood that poured from Justin’s crotch. Justin’s breathing became ragged, then stopped. His eyes were fixed-staring. Michael walked over to Jason’s chute-lifted the panel-let the rat into the last chamber.