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Joel's Cock Hell...yeah, what can I say? I took his cock...and I'll never forget his eyes and the way they begged as I cut it off. It was an easy ten grand, ten big ones, a thousand bills times ten to slice off his dong. She paid me a grand a slice....yeah....a thousand dollars for a stroke of my knife. That's good money, easy money, and I all but laughed as I earned it. I left his balls, hanging there, useless really, his big egg-sized orbs freshly emptied of their cream and still hanging down between his legs. He had shaved them, of all things, just shaved them until they were as smooth as a baby's ass, hoping I suppose for hotter sex and a better time. Perhaps the sex was hotter, perhaps it was. I wonder if he shaves them now, playing with them and hot to trot? Yeah, I'm sure his balls drive him crazy, the lust building with the load of sperm, and with no cock to grab for relief and with nothing to jerk for satisfaction it must drive him crazy. Yeah, the unsatisfied desire must just drive him insane. For a full week I really enjoyed him. I let him fuck my ass, deep and powerfully, and then afterwards that last time we had showered together, holding each other and kissing under the flowing water. I had slid to my knees and then I had sucked him off, yeah, and his cream was sweet and I drank in his nectar and swallowed every single drop. I was hard as I was doing it, knowing what I was going to do, and after he had shot his wad and it was done I stood back up and let my cum-soaked tongue slide down his throat. He seemed to savor the taste, the salty flavor of his own jism making his eyes go wide. Then I leaned back against the wall and let him lick my own pole until it was as rigid as a piece of steel. I wonder if he would have made it feel so good if he had known I was going to take his dick? I wonder. Of course, he never suspected. Never. And so he had sucked me off, and God it felt so damn good! I loved ejaculating my sperm down his gullet, shooting my cream out so violently that it literally splashed down the back of his throat. He had only met me that week, a one week stand if you will, as our cruise ship plied the waters and the special Gay Cruise packaged we had each booked brought us together. To him, I'm sure he thought it was just by chance. I knew better, and he was an easy catch. He was using his real name, while I of course was not. I had hunted him down like a piece of prey, and he had never suspected. Once on the ship it had been extremely easy. I had a hot body, and it had drawn him in like a piece of bait, his big balls driving his desire and fueling his stiff erection. From the beginning we had hit it off, and it helped that I found him hot as hell. It was also obvious he liked my body and enjoyed my dick and the way he sucked like a vacuum cleaner he had to have thought it was filled with honey. It seemed he could never get enough, and he sucked me every single chance he had for the entire week. By the time it was over my dick was sore from all of his attention, the end of my dick so worked over by his tongue that it was literally flame red. He fell head over heals for me, and talked of a future, a life of sucking and fucking and a whole lot more. I too had fun with him but I always knew where I was going and I never lost sight of what I was doing, and while I encouraged his fantasies I never for a moment wavered in my resolve. He had no idea the danger he was in, but then, being from California I suppose he just never gave it a thought, and together we hit it off the first night the ship left port and after that we fucked like there was no tomorrow coming. Of course, in a way, for him there wasn't. Still, he had no idea, and throughout the entire week I could tell he loved every minute. I didn't rush, but savored our time, and the sex, and I too had a wonderful cruise and the memories will be with me forever. Still, on that last day, just an hour out of port, when it was time to make my move I never hesitated to take his cock. Yeah, ten grand, as well as the free cruise, and as much as I liked sucking his cock and feeling it pumping out its jism deep in my hole, I didn't like it enough to toss away ten thousand dollars. No, his cock was nice, but not that nice. He never suspected anything until it was done. His wife had put me up to it, and I know that he thought she was gone from his life but on that point he was wrong. I guess years before he had played the field of men while he had pretended to be the faithful husband. Finally, in the end, he had left her for a man, and she had not forgiven him and had paid me to chase him down and to take his cock in retribution. She was very specific about his punishment. She wanted it taken from him one slice at a time, making exactly ten slices, one for each man he had sucked or fucked while they had been married. I don't know where she got that number, but she was very certain about it, and I suspect she had found a diary, or perhaps he had given it to her in some fit of anger. All I really know is that she wanted it done with ten slices, and slowly, so that he would feel his cock being cut from him again and again and again. Of course, afterwards she had insisted that I take a few pictures, because she wanted to see that it was gone, gone for good, carved up and sliced and spread out on his belly. I guess if she couldn't have it warm and throbbing and sliding in her pussy, then she wanted it sliced up and fed to the fish. Of course she was crazy, but she was rich, and when you are rich and crazy then you can make things happen. And, so she had. As for the deed itself, that part was easy. Joel liked to be tied up and have his balls smacked; it was just one of the things she had told me about him and so it was easy to build upon his need. Early in the week we had played a little, slapping each other around and carefully playing what could only be described as a game of sorts. The last time we played, after he had sucked me dry, I pushed him down to the bed and pulled out the rope that he loved so much. As I tied his wrists he laughed, his eyes bright with glee, his big prick rising up one more time in anticipation of what he craved. Once he was secure, I smacked his balls, working them over just as he liked. Then, as we neared port, I stuffed the big cock gag down his throat, and that made his eyes go oh-so-wide. He wasnt scared though, just excited, and as I stared at his big prick I wanted to laugh. The whistle of the great ship blew as we slid into port, and as it did I opened my bag and pulled out a hose clamp, the kind you could find at any hardware store. I slipped the ring of metal over his dick, and slid it down his cock right to the very base of his pole. He stared, not having any idea what was happening, on where things were going. I let him look at it, and then I pulled out a screwdriver and tightened the clamp. I didn't make it too tight, but tight enough he could feel it biting into him, and I could tell he didn't like it but even so it turned him on. God his dick was hard then! Finally, I opened my bag one more time, and pulled out the knife. It was small, with a polished bone handle and inlaid with brass, and the serrated blade was as sharp as a surgeon's scalpel. The knife was his wife's, and she had given it to me specifically for this purpose. She said she had given it to him on their first anniversary, and at one time it had meant a lot to him. When I pulled out the knife I saw his eyes flash in recognition, and then I heard him mumble into the gag and a look of confusion and fear crossed his face. He was scared then, but not quite sure what to make of it, and not positive that the knife was the one he thought it was. But still, he was staring at it, trying to see, and I could tell from the way his heart was pounding that he was suddenly very scared. I laid the knife up along his pole and opened my hand so he could see it well. As he took it in he gasped, and then his eyes opened wide, and when he saw the brass inlay where his initials were he whimpered into his gag and jerked against his bonds As he did, I grabbed his beautiful erection, and I started to work the skin over his dick, up and down. God he had a big dick! As I slowly started to pump his pole he stared at me, shaking, his eyes open and staring in total confusion. He had no idea what was going on. Then I said "Joel...Margaret gave me the knife. She told me that you were a self-centered son-of-a-bitch who likes to let his dick do his thinking. She instructed me to pump your cock for five minutes, and see if you can hold in your sperm. If you can, then I am to let you go, but if you can't then I am supposed to use your own anniversary knife to steal your cock. So, for the next five minutes I suggest you be a good boy, and control yourself, unless you want to go through life with nothing but a stub." I saw his expression change immediately as he took in my words. He screamed. The very mention of his wife's name seemed to charge his brain, and he squinted then, trying to figure out perhaps how I knew her. He had never once mentioned his wife, never, and so when he heard me use her name and he saw me holding that knife I know his mind went into overdrive. Suddenly his eyes went wide open then, in a total state of panic, and then he started to shake his head and after that he was thrusting upwards, jerking against his bonds with all of his strength. His struggles were intense, and as he struggled back and forth and up and down his wild jerking literally raised his groin upward, literally shoving his cock deep into my fist. He jutted his groin up and down, trying to break free of the ropes, and as he did his cock seemed to grow ever stiffer with every thrust. That made me want to laugh, and I squeezed him, fondling his dick and pumping it and yet still he fucked my fist, his wild struggling literally jerking off his cock as I held it in my fist with the knife at the tip of his rod. He shook his head and begged, grunting out his words into his gag. I pumped him then, like a teenager pumps his dick, fast and with a purpose, and as I did he went crazy, struggling as hard as any man can struggle. Even though he knew the consequences, two minutes later he lost control and squirted. As he did he grunted, and that's when I shook my head and looked at him as if he had been a naughty boy. As he stared at me and ejaculated I said "tsk tsk tsk Joel....I told you to hold out, not to cum for five minutes. Shit man....five minutes was all she asked. Well, I guess she was right, you are pretty self-centered and all you think about is playing with your dick." He was screaming, yelling into his gag as I continued to milk the sperm out of his pole. As I was doing that, I grinned, and then I said "Yeah...she said you didn't deserve to have a cock, and perhaps she's right." He was shaking his head and then, as he looked at me I started to saw the blade back and forth. His eyes went fully open, in disbelief I think, and then as he felt the blade, he opened his mouth too and screamed like a madman. I laughed, but that didn't stop me from sawing the knife right through the very end of his dick, slicing off the entire big purple head of his dick as he screamed and ejaculated. He grunted and screamed and fought with a look of total disbelief on his face as he felt me amputating the end of his cock. It was done in seconds, and then I dropped the tip on his belly, the round bulbous end of his cock sitting upward, the single eyes still filled with a bead of spunk. It rested there, in his little puddle of semen. I grinned, and then I reached to the flattened tip of the rest of his dick, that was still attached to his body. I squeezed it, hard, and as I did so his cock seemed to lose its erection, the spilled blood probably making it impossible to keep it up. He was thrashing wildly against his bonds, staring at me as I held his headless dick. Then, I winked at him, and started sawing the knife back and forth for a second time, slicing off another inch in the process. He threw his head back and screamed as I was doing it, and then, when he looked at me and at his groin I sliced into it again, for a third time, this time taking about three quarters of an inch of his once beautiful rod. He bucked his hips and screamed in a total panic, the end of his manhood disappearing one slice at a time. He was totally helpless, and there was nothing he could do but feel it be done to him. I cut him again, and then again, and he jerked and screamed in total agony the entire time that he felt me stealing his dick. He shot a second wad sometime during the process, and as his hot sperm shot out it looked funny pumping out of his shortened pole. It pooled onto his stomach, adding to the puddle, his thick load of spunk pumping out from his balls. He grunted, and he bucked his hips and shook his head as he thrashed in a total panic. I laughed even louder then. I didn't hurry, and in spite of his screaming it took me about six or seven full minutes to carve up his dick, one slice at a time, and while he was bleeding the hose clamp was tight enough that it wasn't gushing out. After I was done there was nothing at all between his legs but a round circle of open flesh sitting above his big sack of balls and nestled within his pubic hair. It looked ridiculous. The only thing left of his beautiful dick was just that half inch stub, wrapped with the metal hose clamp. It didn't even look like a cock. The stub was really just a slight little disk of skinless flesh, round like a quarter, that was flat across and bright red and oozing out his blood. Other than that, his dick was totally missing. The last thing I did was take a small thin piece of fish tank air tubing, which I had purchased at the local hardware where I had bought the hose clamp, and shoved it into the center of his stub, where the little piece of puckered urethra was visible. It was easy to find because there was still some white semen oozing form the little hole. I put the tubing right there, and then I fed it in deep, until it hit his bladder and his little hole that had shot his spunk changed to a stream of yellow piss that squirted from the tube. I laughed then, and once that was done, I took my screwdriver, and tightened up the clamp. It took sixteen turns of the screw before the bleeding completely stopped, his entire stub cinched off by the metal hose clamp, with only the little piece of tubing sticking out of where his cock had been. It looked funny there, dribbling out the last of his urine. He looked down, at his cock-less groin, the slices of his cock laying across his belly and resting in his puddle of spent semen. I don't think he could believe it, although to me for some reason it seemed so damn appropriate. I took out the digital camera and took the picture his ex had paid to see, and he looked up and was staring at the camera when the flash went off. I would like to say he was smiling for the photo, but of course he wasnt in the mood and there was more of a stunned look of disbelief on his face. At any rate, he looked down then, one more time, and seeing his sliced up cock sitting in his wasted load of ejaculated sperm, his eyes rolled back in his head and he fainted. I took another photo, and then I zoomed in and took one more, a good close-up of his clamped stub and his dick-less crotch. His big set of balls looked absolutely ridiculous without a dick above them. I knew his ex would be pleased, and with one final look, I left him. The ship was in port by then, and so I gathered my carry on bag and camera, and then went out the door and tossed the pieces of his cock over the stern, along with the knife. Then I went straight down to the second deck and exited the ship. Two hours later I was on an airplane, and the deed was done. [Authors note: © Copyright February, 2006. All rights reserved. Not to be copied without the consent of the author. Comments would be most appreciated. [email protected]] |