The Intruder (Translated from the German by MEMBERNO)

By Robin Erler (May, 2001)

Emil, a good-looking boy who had just turned fourteen was sitting on his bed and playing with his dick. With his right hand he kept stretching his foreskin back and forth over its head. The book he had just been reading fell to the floor. Emil leaned forward, further and further until he wrapped his lips around his penis. His tongue played with the head of his pleasure tool, slurped under his foreskin and ran around his cock-head. He took his member deeper into his mouth, sucked on it, going up and down the shaft several times.

Emil was about five foot three with light brown hair. His figure was mildly athletic, his abdomen smooth, his ankles strong and his young muscles showed themselves clearly on his arms. His hair, formerly long and bleached from the top down by the sun, he had recently had cut short. So, he was wearing a short brush cut and had trimmed his pubic hair so as not to keep getting hair in his mouth when he was blowing himself. He was especially proud of his flexible body, although he had told no one else that he could take his prick in his mouth. He could not only lick it a bit and put his lips around its head – he could take his whole prick in his mouth right down to the root. A year ago he had found out how great it felt to be able to give oneself a blow job. Since then he did so almost daily. Running his lips along its head and shaft, running his tongue around his foreskin – often he sucked so long that his semen poured out into his mouth.

His parents had gone to a conference for the weekend and thus, Emil and his eleven year old brother, Kevin, were home alone. They both ate dinner at their aunt’s, who lived just a block away in a single family home. Afterwards, they watched some TV until around ten p.m. when Emil and his brother went to bed.

Emil had gone all the way down to caress his powerful seven inch penis. He lay down on his back and put his legs over his head. His cock glided into his mouth, deeper and deeper until his balls bounced on his nose. Now he tried to get his balls into his mouth as well. With the help of his left hand, he forced first the left, then the right ball through his lips. Simultaneously, he rubbed his asshole with his left hand, sticking a finger up his ass, while stroking his nipples with his right hand. Exciting his nipples was the best. Only when he was stroking his nipples could he reach a proper orgasm.

Already close to climaxing, he heard a noise from downstairs. The sound was not particularly loud and probably came from the living room or kitchen. Had aunt Erica come to check up on things? Emil quickly pulled on his shorts and opened the door, while keeping his lower body to the side so that no one could see the bulge in his pants. Yet, the first floor was dark. Quietly, Emil slipped over to the stairs on his bare feet and looked down. No, everything was dark below. Some light sparkled from under the kitchen door. Emil went downstairs on tip-toe. He had scarcely reached the living room when the light went on. A man, about thirty and six feet tall, wearing a pony tail of dirty blond hair that was somewhat lighter toward the top, stood in front of Emil. He was wearing a long dark coat and riding boots. You could see his bare legs between the boots and coat.

Emil turned around quickly and ran upstairs. But, before he got upstairs he felt someone grab his calves and down he fell. The man was holding his legs firmly gripped. “Where are you off to so fast?” the man asked. “Nicer to stay here.” He pulled Emil’s arms behind his back, stood him up and shoved him down the hallway. A door opened. Kevin, most likely awakened by the noise, was standing there rubbing his eyes. “What’s going on?” he asked, sleepily. “Here we have both boys together. Get in the bathroom,” and with these words the stranger shoved the brothers along the hall into the big bright bathroom. He closed the door, turned the key and took it out of the lock.

“What do you want with us?” Emil asked, overcome in the meantime with fright. “How do you know us?”

The stranger said nothing. “This evening we’re gonna have some fun together,” he said. “Little Kevin looks real pretty in his PJ’s – but you’re gonna take ‘em off. And, Emil, aren’t those boxer shorts a little tight for you?” With that, Emil pulled his pants down to his knees so that his firm butt and his still half-hard dick came into view.

“What’s the meaning of this! Get out of our house!” cried Emil. But the man just slapped him in the face and twisted his right arm hard up behind his back, so that Emil cried out in pain.

“I’ll play the devil. Be good boys and I’ll be nice to you two. Now take off your drawers and kneel in the bathtub,” the stranger ordered.

Reluctantly Emil obeyed. With a quick movement, the stranger removed the shower head from its hose. He put cream out of a tube onto Emil’s ass and spread it over his asshole. Then he stuck the shower hose into his butt and turned the water on. Emil felt something warm in his belly.

“First we clean you out,” the man said, “and for you, Kevin, it’s time to take off your PJ’s. You’re next.” With these words he stripped off his boots and removed his coat. He was naked. Kevin stared at the man’s gigantic cock. No pubic hair covered his genitals. His chest and belly were smooth as a baby’s butt. Not a hair was to be seen on his arms or legs.

Slowly, Kevin took off his shirt and pants. At eleven years of age he had a more slender build than Emil. He was four nine, had brown, mid-length, wavy hair and a turned up nose. He had smooth skin and there was still no hair to be seen in his pubic area.

Suddenly Emil cried “Stop, stop, I’m bursting.” The man turned off the water and pulled the hose out of Emil’s ass. Emil jumped up immediately, raised the toiled lid and sat down. Water and shit shot out of his guts.

“Now you, Kevin.” Bravely but somewhat hesitantly the boy climbed into the tub and kneeled down. His asshole was also greased before the hose went up. Kevin, too, had to hurry to the toilet after being filled up with water.

The man repeated the procedure again with the boys until he said, satisfied, “So now you’re empty and your bowels are clean for the further pleasures of the evening. Come here, Emil. You look really nice with your short hair, but I believe that you would be even prettier bald.” He took a pair of clippers, a razor, and a small tube with shaving cream out of his coat pocket. With the clippers he shortened Emil’s pubic hair to stubble. Next he sprayed shaving cream onto his scrotum and onto the stubble above his penis and began to shave off the last remnants of hair. He kept stroking with the razor from penis to belly until Emil’s genitals were clean and his skin completely smooth. Then the intruder went over and repeated the process on Emil’s head. First he cut down Emil’s brush cut to about 1/25 inch in length, then he shaved his skull clean by guiding the razor up from his neck and ears to the top of his head. Finally, he removed Emil’s eyebrows and eyelashes. The boy was now completely bald, with not a single hair visible on his bright white skin.

“Now I want to see arousal. Kevin, lean over again like before.” The man again spread something slippery on Kevin’s ass and started slowly massaging his sphincter. First he stuck one finger in and moved it slowly in and out and from side to side. Then he put in a second finger. “Don’t clamp up. Stay loose, Kevin. And Emil – jerk yourself hard. I want to see a nice stiff dick.” While he was sticking three fingers up Kevin’s ass and slowly stretching his hot hole with them, Emil was stroking his penis until it was rock hard. The sight of his brother’s ass-massage was exciting him. “Fuck him,” the man commanded.

“I’m to fuck my little brother?” asked Emil with disbelief. “Bang your prod in. His hole is ready.”

Emil put his dick against his younger brother’s sphincter and shoved it in carefully. Slowly he pushed his member deeper and deeper until his smooth-shaven belly came up against Kevin’s round butt cheeks. The friction on his dick and his brother’s small butt excited him a lot. Again and again Emil pulled his member nearly out and pushed it back until it hit home. It made him so hot. As he was touching his nipples, his load shot into Kevin’s bowel. Kevin, too, seemed to be enjoying his brother’s actions, since, despite his eleven years of age, his member was getting hard.

“That was real nice,” said the man. “Now we’ll stretch Emil’s little ass. Lie down and pull up your legs..” Emil spread a bath towel out on the floor, lay down on it on his back and raised his legs, which he hooked under his arms.

“Now, Kevin, here is some lubricant. Lay it on. Tear up your brother’s ass.” Kevin distributed the slippery stuff around Emil’s asshole and began slowly to circle around the hole. “Stick your fingers in him!” the man ordered. So, Kevin stuck his middle finger into his brother’s hot asshole. He turned it this way and that, forward and backward.

“Further with the next finger. One after the other. You’re to make his hole nice and wide!” Kevin took his index finger and stuck it in Emil’s asshole along with his middle finger. After a while, his ring finger and little finger went in as well.

“Further in, shove your hand into him. Open him way up.” Kevin pushed deeper, putting his thumb onto his palm and pressed his palm into his fourteen-year-old brother’s asshole. His brother groaned aloud, first from pain, then also from pleasure.

“Feel around in his bowel. A bit further up is his prostate. Massage your brother there.” Kevin shoved his arm a bit further into Emil’s backside. Apparently he had found the right spot, because even though Emil had shot his load only a few minutes ago, his dick suddenly got hard.

“Play with his nipples,” said the man, turning to Emil and after barely five more minutes another load of semen spurted out of Emil’s erection.

“Ah, you’re two really hot brothers,” enthused the stranger. “But Kevin hasn’t had an orgasm yet.”

“I’ve never yet spurted any gizem. I’m just eleven and still too young,” he answered.

“Bullshit. Even if you still can’t shoot a load, it’s exciting anyway.” The man raised Kevin to his feet, kneed him away from him and began to stroke his half-hard penis. Then the man took Kevin’s prick into his mouth. An unimaginably good feeling overcame him as the man sucked and licked his sex organ. He groaned and threw his head back. His whole body shook and, as Emil got behind him and played with his nipples, he almost screamed. Then the dizzying passion subsided.

“Now you, too, know this pleasure,” the man said. “Yet, your first orgasm will perhaps also be your last.” To the questioning looks of the two boys, he added” :Because you are going to lose your balls tonight. I’m going to nut you and cut off your dick, my little eunuch.”

“Please, no,” Kevin cried and Emil said “Not Kevin. He’s still way too young. If you want to nut someone, the nut me.”

“Thanks for the offer. Therefore I’ll take your balls as well. But first I want to undertake a few other modifications to your sweet bodies.” With these words the man opened the bathroom door and shoved both boys along the hall to the stairs. They went down into the living room and further down into the cellar. They stopped in front of a door and Emil and Kevin’s father’s workroom. This was equipped with a woodworking bench and a closet for tools and material. The walls were covered with wooden boards on which hung screwdrivers, punches, planes, and additional implements. On the floor, duck boards were installed and a small band saw and a round sanding machine stood in one corner.

“In with you,” the stranger said and shoved the brothers into the hobby room. “Put yourself next to the woodworking bench. Closer, right up against it,” with that he pushed the fourteen year old, bald-shaven Emil against the workbench and started stroking and kneading his ball-sack. In the bench drawer was another tool. All at once the man picked up an electric stapler. Rat-tat-tat, rat-tat-tat, rat-tat-tat. With three staples he had nailed Emil’s ball sack fast to the bench. At first Emil was stunned and only when he first attempted to free himself did he feel pain and a small drop of blood welled up next to a fastener hole in his scrotum.

Apparently, this excited the stranger a great deal, because his cock got hard. With his left hand he felt around Emil’s behind for his asshole, massaged it and stuck his finger in. Meanwhile, his right hand glided over his own body, down to his penis. “Bend forward slightly,” he commanded, meanwhile grabbing the boy’s hairless head and shoving his pleasure prod up Emil’s asshole into his bowel. He kept pumping his big prod deeply into the boy’s ass. “Kevin, come here. Climb up on the bench and kneel down. I want to see your brother give you a blow job.” The eleven year old, who until now had been standing to one side, grabbed the table and kneeled down exactly in front of Emil and the stranger. The man’s eyes looked into his face, wandered over his body, the long arms, the slender chest, the smooth belly, down to his genitals, which had no hair.

“Suck your brother’s cock one last time,” the intruder said and pressed Emil’s head onto Kevin’s penis.

“This is really a turn on with you two,” groaned the brothers’ torturer “and now comes the special handling. Love and pain are indeed so very close to each other. Open your mouth, Kevin. Tonight, I’m gonna make you into the perfect pleasure eunuch. And we’ll begin by fitting you up with a pretty face to fuck.” With that he pulled out a small pair of tongs. “Lean your head back on the closet door behind you. Open wide and hold still when I yank out your two front teeth. Fucking a mouth through a wide gap in the teeth is extra hot.”

In panicked anxiety, little Kevin looked from the tongs to the man and around to the door of the room. Losing teeth at age eleven, what agony, why doesn’t anyone help us. He laid his head back onto the door of the closet. Kevin himself didn’t know how he did it. Suddenly he ducked and ripped the door open. It slammed heavily into the man’s face. The stranger groaned. Emil felt his dick slide out of his ass, then heard a muffled sound as the stranger fell to the floor. Blood was running out of his nose. He wasn’t moving.

“Quick, free me!” Emil cried to his brother. The pulled the staples out of his scrotum with a pair of pliers. “We have to tie him up before he comes to.” Both boys looked around the room. There wasn’t a rope, no strong fastener. There, a small package with large nails and a hammer. Emil glanced at his brother. “Should we nail him to something?” asked Kevin and they both pulled the man to the door of the room. Emil raised the unconscious body. It took all his strength to raise the heavy man up. “Stand on the stool, raise his arms up high and nail him fast to the door lintel,” Emil instructed his brother, who hesitated a bit. The memory of the man’s words about castrating him and pulling out his teeth, however, allowed him to overcome his reluctance.

Just as Kevin had hammered a nail through the base of the man’s second hand into the door frame, the man came to, groaning. “You damned brats,” he cried, “I’ll show you yet,” and tried to free his hands, apparently causing himself pain, because he soon stopped moving his arms. He started kicking at the boys whenever they came within range. Emil and Kevin looked at each other and this time they both knew what they had to do. Emil jumped onto the man’s legs and held them still. Kevin swung the hammer again and drove nails through the man’s feet into the wooden floor. The fellow resisted, tried to pull his legs free, but then Kevin took a long swing with the hammer and smashed the man’s big toe. The man screamed aloud and shortly thereafter the stranger’s hands and feet were firmly nailed to the doorframe.

A bit of blood dribbled from the man’s nose still, but the toe that Kevin had smashed with the hammer appeared to be broken. There was blood under the toenail. “Ha, now we’re ready,” cried Kevin. “What was it you wanted to do to us? Castrate us, rip out our teeth and what all else? Should we show you how much fun that is?”

Emil said, “Don’t dirty your hands. We’ll call the police,” Emil said.

“First I want to show him how that is!” Kevin took the pliers that he had used to pull the staples out of Emil’s ball sack and went over to the man’s toenail, which had blood under it. At first he pulled lightly on it. But, because the toenail didn’t come out, he tore at it with such force that he fell over backwards. The man’s bloody toenail was held in the pliers. He had screamed out. “Stop, stop,” he begged.

Emil was now thinking “Why not give it to the guy but good” and fetched a baseball bat from his room. “So, now I’m gonna tear up your asshole,” he cried and rammed the thick end of the bat between the man’s hind cheeks. Deeper and deeper he drove the wood until it me with resistance. The crucified intruder groaned aloud, but Emil stuck it in further. “It’ll come out of your ears,” Emil said, enraged. Blood was running down the baseball bat. He rammed the wood into his intestines again and again. Finally Emil pulled the bat out of the man’s ass, stood up in front of him, reached out and swung the bat into the man’s face. It made a crunching noise and blood flowed from his mouth as he spit out. A few teeth had been broken off and his mouth was hanging somehow at an angle. The stranger gurgled.

“I can’t understand you,” Kevin yelled at him. The eleven year old had looked around in the work room. He noticed a sharp pair of pruning shears with curved blades. He held these in his right hand as he approached the intruder. With his left hand he grabbed the man’s penis and ball-sack. “You wanted to nut me? Make a eunuch out of me? Cut off my prick and balls? And now you’re never gonna shove your cock up anybody’s asshole again!” he said, placing the cutting blades of the shears against the base of his cock and squeezing them shut. A whimpering scream and a curse came out of the stranger’s mouth as Kevin severed his ball cords. Triumphantly, the boy raised the scrotum and balls into the air, right before the eyes of the man he had just completely castrated. “How do you like being a eunuch?” asked Kevin, full of Schadenfreude.

“Cut his nipples off, too” cried Emil and Kevin grasped the right nipple. With a snip, the nipple was separated. The man wanted to defend himself but to no avail. Kevin cut off his left nipple and threw it to the floor.

“What else can we cut off him?” he asked, “His fingers and toes.” The intruder screamed and tried to say something. However, only incomprehensible sounds and blood came out of his swollen mouth. But Kevin had already cut the little finger off of his right hand.

“I know something a lot better,” said Emil, “We’ll scalp him,” and disappeared through the door. Soon you could hear a teakettle whistling from the kitchen. Carefully, Emil carried a large bowl of water down the stairs into the cellar and positioned himself behind the man. “Would a hot shower please you?” he asked, though Kevin realized right away that no steam was rising and that small transparent pieces were floating in the basin. The water wasn’t boiling hot. It was ice cold.

“Please don’t cook me. Let me go. I won’t tell anyone anything. For sure.” the stranger begged.

“Now we’ll pull off some of your skin,” Emil spoke very quietly. “Then we’ll see what else.” Forcefully he splashed the cold water onto the man’s back. The man tensed his body and slumped suddenly forward. His knees gave up and his whole body hung from the two nails through his hands.

“What’s with him?” Kevin asked. Emil cautiously approached the slackly hanging body. No movement. He laid his hand on the man’s carotid artery. “The guy’s dead,” he said with disbelief.

“No way,” Kevin answered and kicked the man in the shin. Still, the stranger didn’t move.

“He’s dead, as I told you. No pulse.” Emil was shocked. For sure, the man had lost a lot of blood from his cut off genitals, nipples and the other wounds the boys had given him and without medical help he certainly would have bled to death, but to die so suddenly from a bit of cold water?

The sun was already rising when the two boys, covered with sweat and dried blood returned staring through the back door of their house. They had taken the corpse down from the door and cut it into little pieces using the pruning shears and their father’s band saw. The carried the body parts out in plastic bags. In a neighbor’s garden they carefully removed some flowers from a bed and buried the stranger deep in the loose earth. Finally the replanted the bunches of flowers. It wouldn’t be easy to notice that a body is buried there, they both thought. After they had washed the blood in the hobby room from the floor, door and tools, the two boys went into the bathroom. There, too, they cleaned up and threw Emil’s cut-off hair away. Then Kevin and Emil washed the blood off themselves under the shower. When Emil ran his hands over his smooth genitals and his freshly shaved head, he got a hard-on. “I’ll have to think up an excuse for being bald, but probably, Father will say that I’ll just have to go around in it,” Emil thought as he went to bed.