Just Four Slices and a Laugh

I stared, and my heart raced. The young man was around twenty, and they had him tied well. His legs were pegged out wide, and he was bent over the chair, and they were holding him, for me, and for my knife. His hands were bound together, up, high, behind his back and with a loop of rope over his neck, to keep them up and out of my way. Of course, he was struggling, the way they always do. I gripped his fat sac anyway, and felt the firmness of his balls, the hairs on his sac sprouting over it like a miniature forest.

His cock was fat, and jutting down, beneath his legs. He looked back, and watched me, and then he grunted as I raised my knife and pushed it up against his balls. He had light brown hair, and deep brown eyes, and I noticed he had a good growth of hair on his legs. His hole puckered, and his ass tightened. His nipples were pierced, and he wore the single earring that is so popular these days. He was a stud, and yet he knew what was coming and he knew it would happen. I stared at his mustache that he was trying to grow, and then I looked at his balls and contemplated the connection. I had the thought he didn't look good with a mustache.

He screamed then, into his gag, and his eyes bugged out as I began the cut. Of course, they held him fast, and I watched his ass rise up and down then and he jerked against the ropes and fought like an animal. Yes, he struggled and jerked and writhed and squirmed as I took his sex. Still, he was easy to nut; I just took my knife and sawed it, back and forth, back and forth and into his sac a quarter of an inch at a time.

Like most boys who have balls with hair, he ejaculated then, the way they usually do, and even so, his eyes went even wider and he grunted from the pain and the misery that my knife was giving to him. I don’t know...it only lasted a short time, although for him perhaps it felt like an eternity. Still, before he had finished squirting out his wad in lines of cream on the floor, I had stolen his balls; castrated him like a piece of livestock. Four good strokes with the knife; that's all, just four and then it was done. I took his sac and his balls with just four slices and a laugh.

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