Two Guys Really Get Fucked (complete & edited)

Now that the two are secure, I announce that I will invite over a female friend if it's alright with them. They approve, so I ring you up and tell you to hurry over because I've got a couple of naked men in my basement. I put on some music and do a slow, easy strip tease for the guys while we wait for you to arrive. When I'm down to my thong, I'm sure the guys can see my bush through the fabric -- my cunt is soaking the silk. I finally get it off and relish the feeling of nakedness -- my nipples are taut, the air feels cool on my mons, and the guy's dicks are purple with lust for me. I almost feel pity for them.

The doorbell rings, I tell them to keep their cocks hard as I'll be back in a little while. A few minutes pass, and the two of us descend the stairs nude, carrying black handbags. You walk over to Man One and, glancing at his crotch, you ask, "Mind if I inspect the goods?" He tells you to please go ahead. You cup his balls, noting that they resemble hen eggs in size and weight. You also run your hand along the length of his schlong. It is feverish to your touch and you judge it to be about seven inches in length, one-and-a-half in diameter. You next inspect Man Two and make similar findings.

While you examine the men's equipment, I remove the contents of our bags and place them on the table. There is a pair of brass knuckles, a jar of lubricant, an eight-inch strapon dildo, a pair of ball gags, a chrome-plated elastrator with neon green bands, a lighter, and a carving knife.

As I put on the strapon I announce that I intend to give each guy an ass-fuck he'll always remember. "When I'm through sodomizing you," I

say, "you'll think your assholes are reincarnated cunts." They begin to protest, but we gag them in seconds. You open the jar of lubricant and apply it generously to my eight inches of black rubber with a slow, sensuous motion, as if it were a real penis. I get behind Man One, pry apart his cheeks, and push the head of my cock into his hole. You giggle as his cock jumps with the penetration. Squeezing his balls, I push my oiled shaft into his fudgehole until I bottom out, provoking a muffled scream. I tell you to hand me the knife. Applying pressure with the strapon, I pull the gag out of his mouth. He is panting and wincing in agony. "Tell me the truth," I hiss in his ear, "it's not all bad, is it? There's something good about getting your ass reamed, isn't there?" He admits that there is, to our amusement.

You hand me the knife and I touch the cold edge against the base of his scrotum. His cock jumps again at the stimulating contact. "I dare you to cum," I tell him. Placing the knife on the floor, I resume fucking his ass. He grunts and groans with every thrust, his hips buck, he fucks the air, and his cock grows even bigger. You can't help but finger yourself as you watch me bugger the hell out of this guy. Man Two stares in horror. After ten minutes of reaming the punk's fudgehole, I pause momentarily. I embrace him and kiss his neck, mingling his sweat with mine. "Does it still hurt?" I ask him. "A little," he answers. "Good," I reply with a grin. I give his balls another squeeze, eliciting a groan. "Just trying to help," I say, "it seems like you're not ready to cum." Of course he's not. He is mortally afraid of cumming -- afraid that I will slice off his balls as soon as he shoots his sperm. He wants to cum, he sooo wants to cum, but he is resisting the urge with amazing self-discipline.

"Perhaps my friend can get those stubborn balls to release their stuff," I say, winking my eye at you. With a smirk, you turn to the

table and put on the brass knuckles. "I'll beat the sperm out of you," you say, fixing the man with a stare. You draw back your right hand and lay into him like lightning. His scrotum is your punching bag. You hammer on as he howls with pain. His friend looks sick. After several minutes of ball boxing, you let your hands fall to your sides. His plums have swollen horribly. Tears are streaming down his face.

"Damn," you curse, "those are tough kiwis."

"I guess we'll just have to cut them off," I sigh.

"What!?!" He screams. "Why?! I didn't cum!"

"Exactly," I say, pushing my strapon back in to the hilt. "They're obviously defective, so there's no point in your keeping them."

"I thought you didn't want me to cum! I can cum if you want me to," he offers, his voice cracking with anxiety.

"I don't think so," I counter. "If you didn't cum from an ass-fuck," I say, emphasizing my point with another thrust, "and a ball-beating, your balls are pretty well useless." He continues to protest, but I tuck the gag back in place and finally draw my strapon out of his anus. You press his dick up against his belly while I load a band onto the elastrator. I yank on his sack, stretching it a good distance from his body and push the band up to the scrotal base. I release the band and it closes tight with a cruel snap. I lick my lips, imagining the pain. We embrace and kiss and press our pussies and boobs together while massaging his cock and dying balls in turn.

Once his balls have turned a dark plum, I pick up my knife again. His cock is so hard that it is standing almost straight up -- there is no need to hold it out of the way. With one swift cut I sever his balls. Man Two faints as I hold the bloody scrotum high above my head. I separate the balls from the sack and offer one to you. Standing in front of Man One, who is staring in shock, we pop his tender fruits into our mouths and bite down, prompting him to pass out.

After we have thoroughly chewed and savored Man One's ball meatI tell you Man Two is your call. You cup your hand to my ear and whisper something naughty. I kiss you with my tongue as I remove the strapon and attach it to your body. I can’t resist copping a feel while doing it –I love the shape of your butt and the way you’ve trimmed your pubes. I wash off the strapon with a cloth and sanitize it with alcohol before slicking it up again with lubricant. I take my time, working it around as if the eight inches of black rubber is your dick and I’m giving you a handjob. I can tell you’re getting into it, too. You giggle and coo: “Oh that’s so good! Harder! Harder! Make me shoot, PLEEEEEZ.” You are such a tease. After I’ve finished oiling your pretend penis, I massage the remaining residue onto your tight belly and thighs.

You assume the position behind Man Two, who is still unconscious. I stand in front of him and remove the gag from his mouth. His cock is

still mildly tumescent. I pinch his nostrils and hold my hand over his mouth in an effort to rouse him. It works. He awakes with a snort. “There’s been a change of plans,” I tell him. “I’m not going to fuck your ass – my friend is,” and you drive home the strapon on cue. He screams at the invasion.

“What’s the matter?” I ask. “You wanted to fill US with YOUR great big cock. I guess you can dish it out but you can’t take it, huh?”

“You dirty bitch,” he hisses at me. “Both of you are evil fucking bitches.”

“Flattery isn’t going to get you anywhere, you bastard,” I snicker.

As you begin fucking, he grimaces in pain. Grunts escape histhroat with each thrust: “Unnh! Ugh! Hnh! Argh!” You push it in deeper and

harder; his cries grow in volume and rise in pitch. I stick the gag

back in place, so that he is unable to express his agony and anger.

I caress his shoulders and chest and press myself up againsthis erection. It is hard as rock and I can feel it strain against my belly with every one of your thrusts. The precum oozes onto me and I incline my neck to whisper in his ear.

“Personally,” I coo, “ I enjoy being filled with a big thick penis - the larger the better, but I guess you wouldn’t share that inclination.”

All this time I’ve been holding the knife behind my back. Asyou continue to ream the man’s fudgehole, I raise my right hand and let the bloodied blade catch the light. His eyes widen as he recognizes the weapon of his friend’s castration. I kiss his cheek, lick the sweat off his chin, and whisper, “You saw what I did to your friend for withholding his semen. I dare you not to cum.”

My left hand travels down to his crotch while you continuefucking him. You’re going harder and harder, really pistoning in and out of his asshole. I grasp his ball bag with my hand and start to squeeze. I apply more and more pressure. His dick is getting harder, just as I planned. It looks like it is ready to pop. The image of an

over-pressurized penis bursting distracts me for a moment. Suddenly, I release his kiwis and impale myself on his massive hardon. I tear off the gag and crush my lips to his, driving my tongue into his mouth.

“Oh God,” I hear him gasp. He thrusts into me with each of your thrusts. I’m being fucked with double the force and I’m loving it. My own cries of ecstasy rise above his and yours.

“Oh God, I’m gonna cum,” he shouts. I leap off of him just in time to see the eruption of his cumshot. It is like a volcano, spewing hot sperm all over me. I can’t believe how much semen there is!

“You son of a bitch,” I giggle, smiling at him. “Thatwas incredible.”

You’ve dislodged yourself from his backside and are staring wide-eyed at my jism-coated torso. You are shocked at the quantity of cum we got from one man.

“Jesus,” you say. “I wish we caught that on tape.”

“Thank you so much,” I tell him. “I hope that was as good for you as it was for us, because it was the last orgasm you'll ever have.”

“W-W-What are you talking about?” he mutters.

“I’m going to cut off your penis,” I announce, grinning from earto ear, “and you won’t have another orgasm, ever.”

“I didn’t do anything wrong,” he pleads. “Why do you want to cut my dick off?”

“For the hell of it,” I say as I stuff the gag back in placebefore he can scream. Tears start welling in his eyes and his chest begins to heave.

Although he just spurt like a geyser, this man’s erection isalmost vertical. Bobbitting him will be so easy. You grasp the cock, and feel the heat still burning within. I flip on my lighter and run the blade through the flame. I look into his eyes, relish his panic, and hold the edge against the base of his dick. “It’s not going to be the end of the world, you know,” I tell him. Both you and I are trembling with excitement – I’m thrilled to de-dick a man; you’re thrilled to watch. I take a deep breath and slice through the meaty shaft. Blood gushes from the wound and the victim faints again. Too bad. I wanted him to watch us roast his weenie.