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Brent sat down on his couch in front of the television, it had been another long day of a difficult week. His girlfriend broke up with him, and his boss was on his back. "At least it's friday," he muttered to himself, as he flipped on the TV, and opened a beer. Brent changed channels endlessly, nothing on as usual. He quickly guzzled his beer, went to get another, then returned to watching TV. An hour later, Brent had consumed all of the remaining beer in the apartment. His eyes became heavy, his breathing shallow, and then the drunken jock passed out on his sofa. Brent's eyes opened slowly, everything was hazy and he was light headed. It was dark, and he was unsure how long he had been out. Brent noticed something out of the corner of his eye, before he could react something was placed over his mouth. He tried to struggle free but the cloth was held firm, he became dizzy then lost consciousness. For the second time that evening the jock awoke in a daze, except somehting was wrong. Brent couldn't move his arms or legs, he began to panic. "Oh god...what the hell is going on?" he though to himself. He looked around in the darkness... he was in his room, tied down on his bed, totally naked. His mouth had cloth stuffed in it, and duct tape placed over it. "So you've finally awaken," a voice said from the darkness. It was a male voice; almost familiar, but he couldn't put a face to it. The figure turned a lamp on. The light was barely enough to cut through the blackness, the intruders face was still hidden in the dark. The dark figure spoke again, "you don't recognise my voice?". Brent tried to make some noise, and loosen his bonds. The indtruder stepped close to the bare naked jock, placed his hand on Brent's shoulder, and leaned close to Brent's face, "You're not going anywhere my friend". Brent immediately recognised the face that came into view. It was some guy from his high school... Pete was his name. "Hello Brent, I've been waiting a long time to get you in this position". Brent tried again to struggle free, but Pete landed several hard punches into the jock's exposed testicals. Brent cried out but his yelps of pain were muffled out, tears started to trickle down his face. Pete laughed, "Your pain is just begining!". The intruder grabbed the jock's dick, and began to gently stroke it, "you're nicely equipped... must be eight or nine inches hard". "Let me tell you why I'm here Brent... I'm here to make you pay, for all the times you were mean to me and others!" Pete's tone became angry, "I never did anything to you, you treated me like shit and picked on me", then his voice became calm, "but now I'm here to make things right," Pete chuckled devilishly. Brent was afraid, horrified that he was being violated. Pete continued stroking Brent's penis which slowly became hard from the stimulation, Brent was humiliated. Pete took an object out of a bag, and plugged it into the wall. "I have a suprise for you," he said; Brent strained against his bonds to see what was going on. "Don't waste your energy studly, it won't be ready for a minute or so", Pete returned to jacking off the Jock. Brent was now fully erect, he tried to calm his boner, but it wouldn't subside. A little precum leaked out of the nine inch erection, "Opps! I had better slow down... I've gotta keep that big beauty of yours hard", Pete slowed his strokes. Brent's mind was raceing, was Pete going to kill him? rape him? he wished he would wake up from this nightmare. Pete licked the head of Brent's big organ, then sucked on the Jock's nutsack, takeing each ball into his mouth. Suddenly Pete moved away, "It should be ready." Pete picked up the opject that had been plugged into the wall outlet. Brent lifted his head to try to see what it was. The object had a grip, and a thin metal rod 6 inches long... it looked like a soldering iron, except the tip was very long. Brent again tried to loosed himself free, sweat beaded his brow. "I made this just for you," Pete said. Brent's dick began to soften, "We can't have that!", Pete said as he began to stroke Brent back to being hard. Pete licked his finger and quickly tapped the tip of the iron, which made a hiss. "Up to temperature", he casually said. Pete stroked the jock with one hand bringing Brent near the brink of cumming; and held the modified soldering iron with the other. Slowly Pete aimed the iron with the eye of the big penis he was holding. Brent began to thrash wildly; Pete gripped the penis hard aimed the best he could... and jammed the searing six inches of metal into the poor jock-cock. Brent howled into his gag, and Pete gripped his prey's penis and furiously jacked Brent's dick. Blood and Cum eruped from the burning member, Brent convulsed and bucked like an animal trying to escape the horrible torment, he could smell his flesh burning... he manhood was being destroyed. Pete started to slide the burning instrument in and out of the cock, Brent wished he would pass out, he wanted to die. The pain was incredible. Pete stepped back and watched his work with pleasure, while the iron cooked the Jock's meat. Brent was a waste. Pete finnaly removed the soldering iron from poor brent, and unplugged it from the wall. Pete kissed Brent on his forehead, took a knife out of his pocked, savagely sawed off Brent's penis and balls, and left the apartment. Brent blacked out, and slowly died from the blood loss. |