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Christmas Balls - A Short Story He was a glass blower by trade, and made his money making ornaments and bowls and holiday trinkets to sell. He lived in a two bit trailer too, and it wasnt much and in many ways he reminded me of a hermit or a troll. Yeah, he was a strange fellow, and another thing about him was that he loved the holidays. I think his business was at its peak then, so that had to be part of it. But he liked to laugh and do the "ho ho ho" thing, and he was fat enough that he shook like a "bowl full of jelly." I laughed at him, the jolly old man, and in some ways he reminded me of Santa Claus. He was fat enough, that was for sure, and he had the white beard too. And he lived out in the middle of nowhere like a mountain man, and so in that way he was like the big elf from the north as well. But right there is where the resemblance ended, and other than that he was evil, to the core, and as I sipped the drink he had given to me and stared at him and listened to him I had to ask myself why I was even there. Although I had been having a lot of fun with him over the past year or so, I really didn't like him, that was for sure, and I knew he had spent time in prison and for the most part I should have been somewhere else. Yeah, a smarter man would have been too. But I liked his games, and he had brought me into the gay world of sex and excitement and bondage and all of it had been fun and exciting. When you are twenty-two and in college and still trying to figure out who you are, sometime you have to explore the fringes and do the things you need to do. He was a ball man, plain and simple, and he loved holding my balls and licking them and squeezing them. Yeah, he could play with my balls for hours, and when he had me tied up and was doing that God I got hard. He had shaved my balls, and licked them, fondled them, hefted them, and kissed them so many times and on so many occasions I felt he was in love with them. He once even told me that, that he "loved" my balls, and I think he truly did in many ways. Finally, he had told me he wanted to fuck me, to put his fat cock and bury it into my ass, and the idea of that had been enough to make me realize that the relationship with him, if you can call it that, was one sided and needed to end. It took me a while, but I had finally realized he wasn't really my type, and while the games were fun, he wanted more, and besides his desire for my hole he had asked me to come and move in with him Yeah, he wanted a young man to play with as a toy, a boy who would suck his cock and lick his balls and drink his loads one after the other, and who would spread his legs and open my hole so he could mount me like a woman. And, well, I might have done it too, might have, except that well I knew it wasn't a great match and while it had been fun it wasn't any more. So, while he was into me, I wasn't into him, not really, although for a short while the idea had excited me and I had actually considered it. But then, well, then something happened, and the "something" had a name and it was Jeffrey. Yeah, Jeffrey was nineteen, and a freshman, and God he was hot and I liked him and we were moving places fast and having a blast doing it. He had come from nowhere and had literally swept me off of my feet. So, now, well, I knew it was over, between Luther and me, and he had to know it too, even before I spoke the words that needed to be said. He had a little glass booth set up at the local mall, and so he had seen me a few weeks back with Jeffrey, and I'll never forget that look. I didn't know what to say then, and I wasn't sure what to say now. But I did know one thing. I had been enjoying Jeffrey in ways I never enjoyed the man I was looking at now, and when you have recently spread your legs and opened your hole and lost your virginity there things seem different after that. Yeah, things can get confusing and after that where you thought you wanted to go isn't necessarily the direction you take. So it was for me. Of course, being the holiday season, I was at his rented trailer home, one last time, to tell him so. I expected he knew that already, yeah, I expected that he did, but he wanted a slave boy and I wasn't into it that much and now that I had fucked and been fucked by a really hot guy nearer my own age I wasn't as excited to swallow his fifty year old pole. So, I was ending it and that was that. I swallowed another mouthful to get the courage, and then finally I said "You know, Luther, I've had a lot of fun and I know you really like me. But....well, I've decided not to keep it going, and I just wanted you to know. I....I found a....a friend...and, well, I like him and he and I have a lot in common." THERE...I HAD SAID IT! He stared at me, and there was no surprise on his face. But his look was into me, through me, and he turned and smiled. And then, with his rosy cheeks he said "Ah....Jeremy. So....you have discovered the joys that a young cock brings! Well....that's bad, boy, very bad. You know you get hard when I'm working on you, and you know you need a good master and you need the discipline. You told me that yourself only a month ago." I tried to smile, and then I said "Well...yeah, I did say those things. And I've had fun Luther, I really have. But, well, it's over, OVER, and I just wanted to say it to your face before I left you for good. I'm going to Jeffrey's house for the holidays, to meet his family and then who knows after that." I turned away from him then, so as not to see his expression, and took a big swallow of the vodka and orange juice. There was a small Christmas tree on the table, with only about a half dozen ornaments on it, and not a single present under it. It looked pretty pitiful to me. I walked over to it, to stare at it, and as I was looking at the hand made glass balls on the tree and the twinkling lights that were blinking, I felt a dizziness and it made me blink my eyes. WHAT THE FUCK???? The Christmas balls on the tree were glass blown, handmade and each beautifully decorated. They shined in the lights of the tree, red and green and blue as they picked up the lights and reflected it back. But it wasnt the balls themselves that caught my gaze, but rather, well, rather it was what was INSIDE of them that caught my attention. I leaned over and stared, blinking, just to make sure, but as I looked this terrible feeling of trepidation came over me. They were balls, human balls, each scrotum complete, tied off at the top and the big orbs looking even bigger as they set in the glass globes and hung from the tree. GOD! Each scrotum had a red string of leather tied tight around the top of it, holding the balls in the scrotum that had obviously been sliced off fully intact. What the fuck??? I blinked, just to make sure, and I could see the little globes were each filled with fluid, and the fat sacks of human balls were floating there, inside, a think white cloudy cream at the bottom of each globe, looking line a line of snow or perhaps a dab of white paint splashed for effect. I blinked again. On the face of each hand blown ornament was etched a Christmas scene, and around the circumference was a name, etched in the glass in perfect block letters. Mark. John. Tim. I couldn't see them all, but each globe of glass had a name on it! Without any question at all, I was staring at the essence of a half dozen human manhood's now hanging from his Christmas tree. The light seemed to go out of focus, and I felt the buzz, and then I turned to him and stared at my drink that was now all but gone. It had hit me hard, harder than it should have, and a lot harder than I would have expected, and as I stared at it he said this to me. "Well Jeremy....do you like my tree? I hope you do, because if you think you are just going to tell me off and walk out of here you are sadly mistaken. When you leave, you'll be leaving without your balls." I blinked, and he was blurry as shit. I started to say something, but the words didn't come, and my lips felt numb and I licked them, trying to figure it out. Then he said "That's right boy, nobody just walks out of my life. I really don't want to move again, but I will, and if that's what it takes then that's what it takes. But make no mistake, nobody dumps me. Nobody. When you leave me, you will leave your hairless balls on my tree. I'm going to enjoy making your globe, yeah, I'm going to enjoy it. I'll have to make it a little bigger than the others though, because your nuts are bigger and I have to make it large enough to fit your balls inside and to put your name on the thing." I wanted to say something, but the words just wouldn't form. Then, the room seemed to tilt sideways, and my vision started to fade to black, and then I felt my knees buckling, a weakness enveloping me that I can't explain. Then, slowly it seemed, the world was disappearing in an instant as the drink he had given me slipped from my hand and I fell with it, slowly but steadily, downward, until the floor and I became one and the same. I don't know how much time passed, but eventually I became aware of Christmas music, and when I blinked again I was in his basement, where I had been before, tied up to his little play bench and with my arms and legs tied out. This time he had me on my stomach, with my ass propped up in the air, way up and held high, with three or four pillows stuffed under my stomach. I was stark naked. I tried to struggle, but he had me tied tight, and I could feel my legs being pulled so far part that my hole was stretched open. I had a hell of a headache, pounding really, and as I tried to think things out the vision of his tree came back to me. He had brought it down from his living room, and put it on a little table directly in front of me, so that I was staring at it as I was tied out spread eagled. God....there was at least a half dozen human scrotums hanging on it, each sealed inside a beautiful hand-blown glass ornament, and there wasn't any doubt at all that what I had seen was in reality what was there. Suddenly and without any warning I felt his hand on my ass, feeling it, and when I did I spun my head around and was looking right at him. He said "Glad you could join me. You were sleeping pretty soundly." As he said the words he wasn't smiling, and instead had a serious look on his face, a look of anger, of pure evil perhaps, or perhaps one of jealousy that had gone way too far. In his hand was a red string of leather, and as I looked at it and thought of the ornaments that were hanging from his tree, the balls inside each tied with their own red strings, I started to beg him. "OK...OK LUTHER! WAIT! For God's sake man, let's talk this out. PLEASE! PLEASE! This is crazy man....you can't be serious. PLEASE!" He ignored my words, and instead just reached up under me, between my legs, and then I felt him loop the red string around my nuts, high, and make the knot. Then, without a word, he just jerked that knot closed, hard, and when he pulled the ends and cinched off my sac I bucked my hips and screamed! OH GOD I SCREAMED! IT HURT LIKE SHIT! As the stupid carols played on he hefted my tied off balls, and then took another red tie and slipped it too up over my nuts. I threw my head back and shuddered when he jerked that second loop closed, the two ties close together and trapping my balls and isolating them from the rest of my body. I couldn't believe the feeling! Yeah, it hurt like shit, and I struggled and jerked and yelled and hollered and cussed. I was cussing up a storm at him after he noosed my balls. "STOP IT...LISTEN YOU MOTHER FUCKER.....DON'T DO THIS! DON'T! I SWEAR I'LL KILL YOU...I SWEAR I WILL. DO YOU HEAR ME? DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH MY BALLS! GET THE FUCKING STRING OFF OF THEM NOW! I MEAN IT!!!!" As I was yelling at him he hefted my balls, and squeezed them, hard, and as he did he said "You know, you have a nice set of balls. A very nice set, and they are big too. I love your balls...yeah, I just love them, and I think they will be my favorite pair. They are certainly the biggest ones I've taken. Without any doubt I'll have to put these beauties in a special ornament." Then, he picked up my underwear, and ripped it, tearing it up until he had a wad of material in his fist. He then walked around until he was in front of my face, and as I continued to beg him he just stuffed the crotch portion of my own shorts into my mouth, filling it, and then he took some duct tape and secured it in place, gagging me and ending my protest and my threats. He then laughed, his jelly belly bouncing as he did so, and after that he walked back around until he was behind me again. I didn't follow him with my gaze, but instead I looked at his tree, and as I looked at the hanging ornaments I can't describe the feeling and the fear. As I looked at the severed balls hanging there, he said "Well big boy....sorry about the gag. But I really don't think you have anything worthwhile to say to me anymore, and quite frankly, I'm a little sick and tired of your complaining. So, no matter if you like it or not, I'm going to enjoy what time we have left together, and then, when I'm done with you, I'm gong to take your balls and turn them into a special ornament. He then reached up between my legs, and I felt him pump my pole. He gave it a dozen or so jerks in his fist, and despite my fear it was soon hard as a steel rod. I couldn't tell exactly what he was doing, but I felt him doing something and I tried to pull my legs together but no matter how hard I strained it was impossible. I finally figured it out though. He was rolling a condom down over my cock, and as he was doing that he said: "I don't want you shooting a wad on me, at least not without me collecting your jism. I like to put your seed in with your balls, as the cream looks good and when it settles out to the bottom it looks like snow. If you shake the ornaments, the load of semen mixes with the preservative and it looks like its snowing. So, feel free to shoot your load if you want. It will add a lot to the globe I'm going to make. I stared, wide-eyed, at the little tree again. Sure as shit, there was a thin line of white cream in the bottom of each glass globe, the men's last wads each preserved with their balls. GOD! He had milked them and collected their semen and added it to his morbid display! I panicked, struggling with all of my might, but there was nothing I could do as my own cock was jutting up, under my legs, stiff and hard and eager even, almost as if it was anxious to give him my load. Zippppppppppppppppppp... When I heard the zip sound I turned my head back around again, to see what he was doing, and as I did he had unzipped his fly and was now opening up his belt and pulling his jeans down. I stared, wide eyed, and as I was looking at him over my shoulder his big cock sprang up, out of his pants, jutting up really and bouncing to his heartbeat. The end of it was a big purple knob, circumcised, and it glistened in the lights. Then, as I watched, he spit on his pole, and rubbed his spittle up and down his shaft, until the skin was glistening. I was still watching him as he eased up to me, pushing the big knob right against my hole. HE WAS GOING TO FUCK ME! I went crazy then, fighting against the ropes that held my legs and arms, but it was a useless gesture. I felt him pushing it past my ring of muscle, and no matter how hard I tried to squeeze him out he slid in anyway. GOD IT HURT! He pushed himself all the way in, in a single push, and his cock was a lot fatter than Jeffrey's thin pole and he was fucking a lot faster and a lot harder. He slid his rod into me until his balls were up against my bottom and I felt the end of his rod pushing into my prostate. I grunted then, the feeling of being raped just overwhelming. He laughed as he felt my prostate on the end of his rod, and then, he started to push his fat hips and ram his cock even deeper. In and out, in and out he slammed his sex into me. As I felt him pounding into me, slamming his cock into my hole like a piston, I could feel his big balls slapping under my ass. I felt like a whore. I looked out then, at his little Christmas tree, and the six sets of balls that were hanging from it. I stared at it and read the names etched on the ornaments as he pounded my hole, knowing that when he was done he would take my balls. He fucked me for what had to be close to ten minutes. He was slamming his rod into my prostate hard, and slowly, very slowly, I felt the feeling build and I knew I was going to cum. My wrapped cock was stuffed down into the pillows, between two of them, and the friction there as he thrusted into me was enough to push me over the edge. I didn't want to cum, but it just happened, and then simultaneously he and I shot our wads. His jism jetted into my ass, filling me with his seed, as I squirted my own wad into the rubber he had put on my pole to catch it. I came and came, a huge load really, and as I was ejaculating and feeling him squirting into me, I just wanted to die. I felt so ashamed, and knowing it was my last time, my last wad, just made it all the worse. He had his hands on my hips and he held my ass, really tight, holding himself deep inside as he emptied his balls and savored the feeling of doing so. Finally, spent, he pulled out with a pop, and then he slapped my ass with his hand. My own cock made its last few spurts, and then I too was done and spent and used. He reached down between my legs and fished out my dick, pulling it backwards and down between my legs. Then he carefully slid off the rubber, and tied it into a knot, and then he held it up for me to see. The end of it was bulging out with my final load of cream, ready to be added to his glass ornament before he filled it with my balls. I knew it was going to happen then. He made sure even so, and as he picked up the knife he said "Well Jeremy, its time I'm afraid. You shot a nice load, and I hope you enjoyed it. I really do. See this knife? It's taken the balls of six men, and you are about to be number seven. I know getting turned into a eunuch is a hell of a Christmas present, but believe me, there are those in this world that would relish it. But, knowing you, I doubt you will appreciate it. If it's any consolation, at least your nuts will look good and they won't grow old like mine." He put the knife between the ties then, and I turned and stared and struggled. He hesitated then, holding that knife between the two red strings, and everything that made me a man waited for him. The moment lingered, between being a man and not, between being sexed or sexless. I was at his mercy, and he controlled my future. The ropes held my arms and legs, and so I lay face down and spread eagled, with the knife against my balls and me waiting for it to be done. I turned my head back further, my eyes begging him, and I was still staring at him when he started sawing the blade through my balls. I felt the incredible burn and then I bucked my hips and grunted and screamed like there was no tomorrow coming. He was doing it! He was castrating me! The strange part is that I remember the song that was playing, and I guess I'll never listen to it the same after the experience. It was of course, "Chestnuts Roasting Over an Open Fire." The words just hung in the air as he cut my balls off. I couldnt stop him! There was nothing I could do! Nothing! So, with all hope lost I just jerked and struggled and listened to the Christmas carol as he took my balls. Just before he had sawed all the way through my scrotum I shuddered, and my dick made one more spasm and I shot a little more goo out of my cock and into the pillows. I guess my balls wanted to try and fertilize something before they were gone, even if the load of jism was wasted in his pillows. At any rate, I grunted as he castrated me, but there was nothing I could do to stop him and so I just lived through it, felt it, felt his knife and his blade and the cut as it was made. After he had taken them he held them up for me to see, and they looked big in his hand and as I looked at them I wanted them back so bad I can't describe it. The feeling of loss was overwhelming, and all the fight just left my body after that. I was weak, like a rag doll, unable to move even or to do anything at all. I had been unmanned, castrated like a barnyard animal, and now that it was done there was nothing I could do about it. Even after they were gone it hurt like shit. I looked away then, back at his tree and the Christmas balls that were hanging there, and as I stared and looked I started crying. He patted my bottom, and then I felt this sting in my ass. I whipped my head around and he was holding a needle, and it was immediately apparent he had given me a shot. I looked at him, and he said "Just a little shot to help you sleep. I know your fuck buddy's anxious to see you, and I'm done with you. Your hole is lubed up and ready for him now, and without your balls you will make a better lover for him." He leaned over so close then his lips were against my ear, and I could feel him breathing there. Then he said: "OK Jeremy...now you are a eunuch. There is nothing you can do about it, but my advice is to be a good one. Go back to your lover boy, and suck him well. Give him a good blow for Christmas, and spread your legs for his pole. If you keep him happy, then he might hold onto you. Of course, you could go to the police, and to the hospital too. But what good will it do? They sure won't give you your balls back! And if you bring in the world then everyone will know you are a freak. I imagine if you do that then Jeffrey will take off like a scared puppy. And, just think, if you bring in the authorities then good old mom and dad and your sister too will know all about it soon enough. Yeah, they will know all of it, and after they have shed their tears and listened to your tale eventually it is all gonna come out, about all the things you did with me. I'd like to be there when you explain yourself." Then without any warning he jerked the tape from my mouth, and pulled the soaked underwear out of my mouth. I licked my lips, and they were numb, and I was dizzy as shit. Then he patted me on the ass, and then he said: "If you decide to blow the whistle, then when you talk to mom and dad make sure you tell them about how you liked to suck my fifty year old cock. You used to beg for it. Yeah, I'm sure they will enjoy the story." He patted my rear one more time, and I felt his finger slide into my hole, deep, pushing it in and out as he said his last words to me: "I guess you have a few decisions to make. See you around." I felt his finger fucking me, and I blinked at him, and was about to say something when the rush came over me, the drug slamming into my brain and taking away the pain of my castration and the ability to talk at the same time. The room tilted, and I laughed then, for why I do not know, and then after that things blurred and then I didn't care anymore about anything. As I slid into unconsciousness my last feelings were his finger as it fucked my ass." I know this may sound stupid, or strange, but I never went to the hospital, or to the police either. For one thing my parents would have found out, and there was no way I could face them or tell them about what I had become. I did take Luther's advice though. I sucked Jeffrey, and spread my legs for him, and he didn't leave me. In fact, he learned to love me even more without my balls, and I loved him back and sucked him and felt him and made him feel good at every opportunity. I was a eunuch, but I was his eunuch. In some ways I was a better lover, because I only really wanted to give, and what I got out of sex was more in watching what he got out of it and that was enough for me. I did go back to find Luther, yeah, I did do that. I was bitter, and angry, and so I grabbed my knife and went back there with the idea of taking his own balls and to teach him a lesson he would never forget. But when I got to his trailer he was gone, and what had been his home was burned to the ground. He had moved on to a different place and from the wreckage it appeared he had left everything behind. Well, almost everything. Somehow I knew he still had the box of hand blown Christmas ornaments. Yeah...somehow, as I go through this Christmas season, I KNOW that somewhere they are no doubt hanging on another tree in another town, just seven glass globes hanging in the lights. Merry Christmas! [Authors note: Adult fiction. ©Copyright December, 2004. All rights reserved. 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