Almost Off - Again!

After a full meal of spaghetti and two meatballs, the latter accidentally provided by Jim Conroy, late of Megaherz Corporation, I sat back to consider what to do. I had to stow the money somewhere while I waited to be sure no one was looking for me. I decided on a private safety-deposit box in the city. I could pay for a year or two in advance, store the cash in the box and come back in a year when I was sure the coast was clear. It made sense. Also, I would return to my job and continue working as if nothing had happened. In fact, I'd even go out with Dana-Marie on Friday to demonstrate my interest in women. No need for her to know that men would do just as well. I'd act surprised if word came that Jim had died in bed. After all, it was a big hotel with hundreds of people passing through the lobby every night. Who would have noticed one guy with a suitcase? I felt pretty sure no one had, but just to be safe, I'd store the cash for a year while leading my usual life.

The next day, I went into work as always. My office was messengering over the proofed copy of my report for final review, so I put my cubical at Megaherz into order and waited for it to arrive. Dana-Marie popped around the corner shortly after I got there. "You're such a liar," she said, "There wasn't any course at your office last night. I called the receptionist and she said you just dropped off your report and left." I looked at her and smiled. "Gee, Dana-Marie, we're not even married and already your checking up on me!" I paused while she looked a little embarrassed. "There's a simple explanation. The course is actually next Wednesday, and I wrote it down wrong on my calendar. When I got there I realized, then went straight home." Fortunately, she didn't have my home number and there hadn't been any messages on my machine. Since I didn't have her home number, there had been no way to call her to move our date up. "Oh," she said, "I'm sorry. I wasn't really checking up on you, but I called because a friend had just called to say she had two tickets to a concert last night and I wanted to see if you could go." I smiled. "You know, that would have been a lot more fun than sitting at home reading." I said. "Well," she said with a come-on smile, "I hope we're still on for Friday." "It's a date," I said.

A little later my report arrived and after a quick review I set up a meeting on Friday to review it with management. I called my office to let them know I was done and that I was taking off the rest of the day to run a few errands. I left, taking the report and went straight to my apartment to pick up the suitcase. From there, a cab ride took me to the private safety-deposit corporation. I filled out a few forms, paid two year's rent in cash, then, locked in a private room, I carefully recounted the cash. Yep, nine hundred fifty thousand exactly. I carefully stacked it in the box, then locked up the box and left with the suitcase. Again at home, I cut the suitcase up into small pieces, then walked around town distributing them among various sewers, dumpsters and trash cans.

Friday's meeting went well, with none of the usual gripes of the "We already knew all that" sort and I left on good terms after explaining how to correct their system's problems.

That evening, I met Dana-Marie as agreed. The bar was quiet, expensive and nicely decorated, typical midtown east side. We sat around for a while and talked about our interests. She was from Pittsburgh and had come East after graduating college. She was interested in travel and, since she was a computer programmer, planned on changing jobs to do so, if she had to. I said that travel wasn't all that great if it was job-related. We had a few drinks - she was interested, so I invited her up to my place. Well, not the first time we're out together, she explained. Then she suggested dinner at her place on Saturday night. I thought that would be just fine, and we swapped phone numbers and she gave me directions to her place over in Brooklyn. I suggested a movie, since it was still early. She agreed and we went to a nearby multiplex with twelve theaters, figuring there would have to be something there we'd both want to see. We picked an action film that neither of us had seen. The theater was nearly empty. The seats were the new high-backed type with armrests that could be tilted up out of the way. About ten minutes into the film, Dana-Marie whispered "This is boring. Let's try something else." She pushed the arm-rest up, leaned over, unzipped me and started to feel me up. A little surprised at how forward she was, I nevertheless rose to the occasion. She was quite practiced. I felt no teeth. While she was sucking she played with my balls. Her tongue was active and she worked the head non-stop until I emptied my balls down her throat. She swallowed eagerly, gave my dick a kiss, zipped me up, used a breath freshener, then whispered "There, you won't forget this movie, will you?" "You're right - it sucks!" We both chuckled. Afterwards, I saw her off to Brooklyn in a cab and returned to my apartment. With emptied balls, I fell into a deep sleep.

Saturday night, I took the company car out to Dana-Marie's place. She lived on a secluded block in a quiet neighborhood in Brooklyn. Her apartment was the second floor of a two-family house. She even had her own private entrance. The door opened to show Dana-Marie in a filmy robe. She smiled, took the bottle of wine and flowers I offered, and asked me in. Nice little place. Comfortable. Certainly big enough for two adults. On the coffee table was a large album of some sort. Out of curiosity, I asked what it was. "Oh, that's my late Grandfather's stamp collection. He was a collector for seventy years. Would you like to look at it? Please be careful. By the way, do you collect stamps?" "No," I replied, "not since I was a kid." "Let me get some glasses for the wine," she said, heading for the kitchen. I sat on the couch and opened the stamp album. The first page had not one, but two blocks of four inverted airmail stamps in mint condition. I almost fell off the couch. "Do you know what these are?" I asked. "Well, I know they're very rare. I had the whole collection appraised last week. The dealer valued it at nearly half a million dollars," she answered. "I'd put this into a vault," I said. "Monday, that's where they go. Let's have some wine. After a few glasses, Dana-Marie brought out lasagna and a salad for dinner. "Lasagna? Your last name is Klosky," I joked. "Well yes, but I used kielbasa." Polish plum brandy after dinner. Good stuff. When Dana-Marie suggested the bedroom, I was ready. She and I both stripped down and went right to it. We finished up our first time and were lying back catching our breath when the bedroom door opened and this stunning black woman walked in. Dana-Marie wasn't surprised, greeting the woman with "Hi, Suzie." "He done?" asked Suzie. "Yes, for now," Dana-Marie replied. "That's good. Time to prep him up." With that Suzie quickly pressed two prongs of metal against my naked chest and gave me a zap with a stun gun. I couldn't move a muscle. She and Dana-Marie picked me up and carried me over to the other side of the bedroom. They pulled back a curtain, revealing a sturdy oak table with restraints bolted to it. Before I knew what was happening, my ankles, thighs, wrists, chest and abdomen were securely buckled in. "Shit!" I thought, "That makes twice this week!" Suzie was running her long fingernails over my balls, and even though I couldn't move, I found it exciting and started to get hard. "Look at this white man's balls. They're every bit as big as you told me, Dee!" Dana-Marie smiled. "Yep, and he looks pretty frisky for a guy who just emptied 'em out half an hour ago." I could feel my tongue again, so I tried to ask "What have you got in mind, girls?" - a stupid question that came out as a gabble of noise because I still couldn't control my vocal apparatus. Suzie looked at me, grinned, and said: "Just shut up. The last guy we did started making a lot of noise, so I zapped him right under the balls with the stun gun. Later he begged me not to do it again. Said it felt like his balls got slammed up into his skull and bounced around in there." I didn't try to talk again. Suzie continued: "Dee just gave you the last piece of ass your gonna get with your balls still on. After they're off, I get to do you your first time as a eunuch. You got that?" "Dee, what's this guy's name? Steve? Right?" Dana-Marie nodded yes. "Well, Steve," Suzie continued, "Let me tell you about me and my partner here. Dee and me have nutted seventy nine men in the past three years. We take turns picking them up, then take them to a hotel room where the other is waiting. The guy gets laid twice - once with, once without. Then we drug him up so he won't follow us and leave him there. Dee brought you here 'cause were heading to South America to live on the money we saved plus what her Grandad's stamp collection will bring. By the time you come around tomorrow, we'll be on our way. Dee, show him our little collection." Dana-Marie brought in a large jar filled with severed testicles floating in what I figured was a preservative solution. There must have been at least a hundred in there. All of a sudden, my balls didn't feel too well attached anymore. These two were going to cut them off for real. Suzie was grinning. "Just look at him, Dee. He knows his balls are gone and there's nothing he can do about it." Dana-Marie laughed, "Maybe we should cut off his dick, too?" "Nah, we'll just snip his marbles and be off. It's quick and less chance of problems. Remember that guy in Philly?" "Ugh yes. What a mess." Suzie got out a ball gag and fastened it in my mouth. There wasn't much point in resisting, I knew. Suzie looked at Dana-Marie, then walked over and started kissing her. As I watched, they walked to the bed and began an sixty-nine session. They took turns being on top, eating each other passionately while using their hands on each other's tits, and sometimes putting their thumbs and forefingers into each other's pussies and butt-holes simultaneously. It was hot to watch, and they knew it. I figured I might as well enjoy the Yin-Yang show before I lost my nuts to their not-so-tender ministrations. The big jar of balls sat on the floor by the restraint table and the girl's active lovemaking was vibrating the bed and floor, making the balls slosh around in their solution. I figured two more from me wouldn't make their collection overflow the jar, but the way these two were going, in a couple years they'd have a shelf full of jars, packed with balls. "That's enough for me, Suzie." said Dana-Marie, pulling her face out of Suzie's pubes. "Me, too, Dee. Let's get Steve's nuts into the jar. Then we'll play some more. Nutting 'em always makes me so hot."

The floor under them erupted with a blast that sent them headfirst into the ceiling. Even over the sound of the explosion, I could hear their skulls crack when they hit the ceiling. The force raised the table I was strapped to on one side, almost turning it over. The wood cracked from the stress. Suzie and Dana-Marie fell back onto their bed from the ceiling, the explosion having sent them back toward the wall as well as up to the ceiling. By turning my head, I could see from the angle their necks made with their shoulders that they had gotten their last licks in. Worried that another blast was coming, or worse, a fire, I struggled to free myself. Luckily, the wood had cracked right where the bolts holding the restraint for my left wrist went through. I was able to work the restraining cuff loose, bolts and all. With my left hand, I undid the buckles on my right, then freed my left hand completely. After that, I quickly undid the wide chest and waist straps, sat up and undid the thigh and ankle restraints. It was a relief to be free. Avoiding the hole blown in the floor, I made my way into the other room, where my clothes were piled on the couch. Smelling gas, I grabbed everything up under one arm, carrying my shoes held together by my thumb and fingers. I started toward the door, remembering to stop to scoop up the stamp album with my free hand and tuck it under my other arm. Air-to-skin naked, I ran down the back steps and outside to my car. I dropped everything on the ground, fished out the alarm disabler from my pants pocket, unlocked the car, opened the door, threw in clothes, shoes and album, jumped behind the wheel, started the car, ignoring the seat-belt warning and got out of there as fast as I could. The streets were deserted, so I pulled over a few blocks away and put the seats down so that I could get dressed. I was nearly finished when the sky lit up, followed by the thunderclap of an explosion. I figured the house had gone up when the gas reached the pilot light in the upstairs kitchen. Bye, Bye girls, house and testicle collection!

About four in the morning, I dropped the car off at the all night garage and headed up to my apartment. There, I sat down with a good, stiff drink and waited for the shakes to stop. Monday, I would have the stamp collection appraised. Then it would join the cash in my private safe-deposit vault. Today, I was going to stay in and rest up. At home my balls would be a lot more likely to stay attached.