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The single idea of carrying out his desires was driving me out of my old fleshy body. This man which I didnt knew and appeared from nowhere, was contacting me through the web, yes, we know, an ad place that was around... here....oh well. And the request seemed serious enough. The words... uh! those i wanted to hear! Clever man; no mercy if you tempted me, you'd better know by now... I asked no stats, i wanted few details. Madame fears nothing, too old for that now... i've trashed punks of all sorts with my bare hands, i've played with some psycho madmen and came untouched, but satisfied. I know how to make even unwilling and so-tough men kneel, and yes, pray... So, i got to this secluded place, lost in the middle of nothing, away, from my beloved gray cement jungle and nightly lit corners. It was bright and i hated this, yeah yeah, the pure hilly air, i'm well adapted to smog... then i presumed. All I knew was he was alone. And defenseless that is... At his home, more than 100km from where I lived and played around... this piece of flesh had an internet connection... I'll be damned, maybe i'm just plain too old for this. Perhaps, what I do is so outdated by know... technology and all, and me, working with raw, primal human meat. Well, just toughts. Andrea, yes, a boy's name, came to meet me by the Rover, just in reach, and so much talking, I had my hands on the nape of his neck in no time. I was surprised, quite, since this man was barely 28 to 33 years old, and rather good looking. However, who does care about such things? I interrogated him on his own bathtub. All, i got all out, even what i didnt want to hear. It is so lovely to make this big boys cry out loud even their sick deviant experiences as dumb teenagers... Oh well. A young carpenter, italian ancesters, and close to his 31 birthday. Alone, deserted, here as he had chosen. Perhaps too bored... maybe all those country creole girls just werent enough anymore, maybe he was made for this, eventhough he didnt know much about what i had in mind. Oh! this mind.... So "let's visit your barn dear boy!" i said and we went in, to this place of full rawness, obsolete tools and bare animal smell. "Yes, animal! hands up" I said as i ripped the light clothes he still had. This old wicked and evil pussy was getting wetter by the second... Hmmm.. such firm body... and hairy! Oh! I could just imagine... until they came to me. Dull heavy balls hanging so pink, fresh and low in this awfull heat. It was an illusion, something so pretty and innocent to look at. Oh well, so I tied him. Till the old ropes from his barn burned that poor skin. I dont want my specimens free and in motion. Oh no. I always tend to tie them heavily, leaving the treasures absolutely exposed for proper treatment. And this was not the exception. I behaved at first. This magnificent piece of flesh, and the two large orbs were there for my fast resolve. It took no time tying the penis, with some rough rope at the base, exposing the glans and getting some of that adorable Malbec wine he stored at his barn straight from the bottles. "Oh, look boy! such a lovely iron chisel! and soooo big!" i said, i wanted this done soon enough. Didn't have a pie in my oven right then, but wanted this quick and sharp. In my usual monstruous and cruel way... "First we must get this nailed sweety." and the heavy hammer drove thin 6 inch steel nails through his loose scrotum securing him to the carpenter wooden bench. This he loved I must say, although he was crying like a 2 year-old out of candy, and begging... oh my! If I responded to such begging... ha ha... where would i be know...? poor things. I was jolly and playfull now, so i designed my own game. Its... sort of... "I dont know what i strike"... with a hand on my face "covering" my eyes, and the other... well: with that chisel... so: TACKKK!! Aaawwwwww!!! Uh? where did that go? and I looked, the chisel had cut right the outer portion of his left ball, but it was just theloose skin! Why so much crying??? Ok... sissy sissy, Then again! TACKKK!! Ohhhh!!! gawdddd!!!! "All tensed now you boy??" the chisel had perforated the thick middle part of his shaft and had wounded it for good now. But before the whole thing started to deflate, i got bolder, and launched a third strike against the silky pink head of the thing. Yaaak!! Awwwwwffff!!! was all was heard and the scream lasted decades. This rusty chisel had halved it and i was surreal now, in extasis. So this young once fully functional lovepiece was wounded for life and my orgasms were raining on me as i worked more. And with just the chisel, that lovely tool, I pierced his large testicle in the middle. The impact was fast and well aimed. I was so watching and conscious, unlike him right at this moment. So, the wooden bench was all blood and tissue, so, there was a piece of testicle and scrotum extra-corpore, out and free. Maybe... in the wild, the country red-ants would have finished this fast and assertive job.... and they did.- -Comments welcome to kathycba43 AT hotmail.com. Merci. -I will temporarily discontinue Havoc Series since i'm devoted to much defying sci-fi/terror subject. You'll hear the knews my dears... "warm" kisses; ------------MissK.- |