The Boiler Room Part 2/4

By Justin von Deen

            It took Travis and me three weeks to finish Ryan’s remains after he bled to death in our boiler room. Sure, it was delicious for the first few days, but after Travis got sick, the task fell largely to me to get rid of the evidence. I gave Travis a hard time about it; I didn’t appreciate having to eat three-week-old frozen meat every day just because he got a little food poisoning. Truthfully, I shouldn’t complain too much. After all, I got to eat seven of Ryan’s toes, all of his fingers, and I even shared his lovely little cock with Travis fifty-fifty. I let Travis have his balls, though. They were the one part that Travis specifically wanted to eat. I still find it ironic that it was Ryan’s testicles that gave him food poisoning. He really should have known better than to eat them raw.

            Travis and I managed to fit Ryan’s remains into a plastic garbage bag, which we dropped into the dumpster outside of the school. We made sure to surround what was left of Ryan’s body with old cafeteria food and heaps of newspaper to disguise the distinctive shape of a human torso. The way we kept him frozen, Ryan’s body wouldn’t begin to stink for quite some time. Luckily, Travis was recovering from his food poisoning quite nicely, and after a few days he was up to another conquest.

JT and Toby were ideal conquests for Travis and I—inseparable, adorable, perhaps more than friends. JT was the younger of the two; a freshman, and somewhat small at that. His face was definitely his best asset: large blue eyes, the cutest little nose, and spiked brown hair highlighted with golden tips. JT was such a sweet boy; it almost seemed a waste for Travis and I to have our way with him. Despite having radically different friends—JT and Toby were solidly in the prep category in our school—JT was always kind to me. He would never join in when his so-called buddies called me “stick boy”, and he actually defended me on several occasions. All of it made him all the more desirable. I made a mental note to cut off most of his toes.

Toby, on the other hand, couldn’t have been more different. A little on the tall side, and all of seventeen years old, if he wasn’t in every drama-related club the school had to offer, he would probably be a geek. He wore a pair of glasses that gave him kind of a cute nerdish look, but his well-toned body made him too hot to be a nerd. I rubbed my throbbing cock through my jeans as Travis approached him naked, as was his habit. I was fully clothed in jeans and a black t-shirt, but I had taken off my socks to show off the scars that run all the way around my big toes. Travis had always been hot for my feet, and he stayed “excited” much longer when I went barefoot.

“Got any ideas for this one, Rusty?” he said, squatting down to about eye level with Toby, who was gagged and tied quite tightly to the same folding chair we used for Ryan. Travis tugged at Toby’s right shoestring, loosening his tennis shoe. My cock hardened a bit more as Travis slowly removed Toby’s right shoe, and even more so as Toby’s sock was slipped away to reveal his warm, tender foot. Toby’s right foot was divine, with long, delicious toes, the kind you could suck on all day. JT started to whimper, hog-tied and gagged in the corner as I crawled on my belly and gently began to lick Toby’s wiggling toes.

“You and feet, dude,” Travis laughed, and began to unwrap Toby’s other foot. I felt Travis’s naked cock brush the back of my jeans as he pretended to mount me while he took off Toby’s left sock. Toby, for his part, didn’t seem to know how to react. I suspect he was too frightened to really enjoy it, although the way he wiggled his toes toward my tongue rather than away from it had already given that away. I knew immediately what I was going to do with Toby. After all, one should always save the best for last.

Reluctantly taking my mouth away from those hot toes of his, I nodded to Travis, who was busy unzipping Toby’s khakis for a sneak peek at his cock.

“Hey Travis,” I said, greedily pulling off JT’s shoes. “Wanna make him watch?”

“Huh? Watch?” Travis repeated, already rubbing his cock against Toby’s naked hard-on.

“Yeah, we’ll do his little sweetheart first,” I grinned wider, taking a moment to nibble the tips of JT’s toes through his socks. I could tell immediately that he had very slender, soft digits. As a tear rolled down his face, it struck me that JT very much resembled a small, frightened child that way. I chuckled to myself, imagining all the things that must have been going through JT’s head as I removed his socks with my teeth.

Why are you doing this to me? What are you going to do with me? What have I ever done to you? I don’t deserve this! Please, please don’t hurt me! So cute! JT’s bare feet were all I could have imagined and more. His ten little toes were slender and somewhat short, and his feet were so very smooth that I just had to let my tongue explore every inch of them. JT shuddered as I sucked his right big toe, systematically opening my mouth to absorb another of his toes until all five were safely in my mouth. I left them there for a moment, savoring their salty-yet-wholesome flavor.

“Hey, I think Toby’s trying to say something,” Travis said, slipping the gag from Toby’s mouth. The boiler room was virtually soundproof, of course, so we had little to fear from any screaming he might be prone to doing.

“W—what’s going to happen to us? What are you gonna do?” Toby’s voice was quivering. I thought he might have been frightened, but then again, his hard-on was quivering, too. I eyed Toby’s bare feet hungrily. He obligingly wiggled his toes. It was then that I was struck with a fantastic idea.

“Toby, those are very good questions,” I began slyly, slowly making my way over to my backpack. I stuck my hand inside, groping around for a few seconds for my trusty toolbox. It didn’t take long for me to move past all of Ryan’s clothes to find it. I pulled the long tin toolbox out of my backpack and set it in my lap. “Let me answer it for you by giving you a simple choice.”

I gestured towards JT’s naked feet, still wet from my tongue’s journey across them. “Choose.”

“What are you talking about? Choose what?” Toby raised an eyebrow. “Those are just JT’s feet…”

“Choose a toe, Toby,” I replied calmly, shuffling through the large metal box. I selected my newest prize; a small hacksaw I bought at the mall. I grinned madly as I unsheathed it from its black leather casing. The blade gleamed in the dim light of the boiler room like a flash of inspiration.

“Choose a toe? One of… JT’s?” Toby gulped, turning white when he saw the tool’s steel teeth. I’m sure he had some idea of what was going on by then. Although he started sweating profusely, I noticed with no small degree of interest that his hard-on had not diminished in the slightest.

“That’s what I said,” I drew closer to JT’s feet, rubbing the flat of the blade over his tender soles. JT’s toes moved anxiously as tears began to collect in his eyes. Still, Toby seemed puzzled. “Choose which one JT gets to keep.”

“Y—you’re going to… No, no way! You’re kidding, right?” Toby began to shiver ever so slightly. I shook my head. At first I thought he shivered out of fear, but the way he was transfixed on JT’s toes made it clear to me that despite himself, he was going to enjoy his choice very much. After all, Travis and I were transfixed on them for the same reason.

“You can either choose a toe, or—stop crying, JT—or your friend here will lose all ten of his toes, understand?”

“Aw, come on, Rusty,” Travis interjected, crouching over JT’s feet. “At least let me fuck ‘em before he passes out.”

“Toby?” I asked. He didn’t answer, so I shrugged. “Well, looks like that’s it for JT’s toes.”

JT shrieked into his gag as I took hold of his left foot and dug the edge of the saw into the soft flesh of his pinkie toe. When the first pearl of crimson appeared, I began sawing madly into the helpless digits. Each toe; fifth, fourth, middle, and second, dropped off with relative ease as my blade cut a swath across JT’s beautiful foot. His big toe was harder to separate, so I hacked it off with Travis’ pocket knife. I almost creamed my pants when JT’s big toe dropped to the floor next to my own bare feet. JT kept on screaming and crying—you’d think he’d never had his digits severed before.

“Holy shit! Fuck! What the fuck’s wrong with you?” Toby shouted, only barely audible over JT’s screams. He struggled in his bonds, but not nearly as much as JT. Fortunately, both met with the same degree of success: zero.

“You should have just chosen, Toby,” I said, dropping JT’s severed toes into my bucket. “JT would still have some toes on his foot if you’d just chosen.”

“JT!! JT, I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” Toby yelled. His voice cracked, but no tears formed in his eyes. I grinned and began to massage the toes on JT’s right foot. Toby’s cock throbbed and dripped pre-cum as he watched me.

“You’re not sorry, Toby,” I said, playing with JT’s only big toe. “You’re not sorry at all. Choose the two toes that he gets to keep, Toby.”

“What are you saying?” Toby shivered as I raised the dripping hacksaw again. “O—okay! You win!”

“Hm?” I pretended not to hear him.

“Let him keep his big toe and his pinkie toe!” Toby cried. JT whimpered into his gag. “You know, so he can kind of balance…”

“Oh, a seven-ten split?” I chuckled at the thought. JT’s toes would certainly resemble a couple of bowling pins when left stranded without their neighbors. “Good choice.”

“Oh hell yeah. You’re a natural at this, Toby,” Travis grabbed Toby’s exposed dick and rubbed it up and down while I sized up JT’s foot. The hacksaw wasn’t so great at fitting between his small toes, but I managed to find a good spot between his big toe and his second toe. JT burst into an even more girlish shriek than the last time as I began meticulously sawing through the meat of his second toe.

“Yeah, you’re enjoying this, ain’tcha, Toby?” Travis goaded as Toby’s cock throbbed in his right hand. He began to unfasten Toby’s hands and feet from the chair with his left hand. Once he did so, he pushed Toby forward so that the boy was on his knees, wrists and ankles still bound. Travis pulled Toby’s jeans and underwear to his knees just as JT’s second toe fell off.

Travis roughly inserted his cock into Toby’s ass as my hacksaw ground into the base of JT’s middle toe, provoking screams from both boys. Poor Toby could do nothing as Travis fucked him, jacking his cock up and down all the while. JT thrashed again as his middle toe separated from his foot and landed between my feet.

“Don’t cry so much, there’s only one left,” I said in my most soothing voice. Judging from the way JT wailed as I set the hacksaw to the base of his forth toe, it was little comfort.

“Toby, you should start thinking about yourself, you know,” I said, taking my time with JT’s forth toe. “Once I’m done with this, Travis is gonna take JT’s cock and balls. But since you’re such a great team player, I think I’ll offer you a choice.”

“What’s the deal, Rusty?” Travis grunted, still thrusting into Toby’s backside. Toby, for his part, seemed too fascinated with the wiggling of JT’s remaining toes to resist. Then again, it was more likely that our dear Toby was simply enjoying Travis’s company.

“I’ll let you know when we get there… done!” I exclaimed as JT’s forth toe popped off his soft little foot and into my lap. I gathered the boy’s severed toes again and dropped them into the bucket. “It’s Travis’s turn, now.”

“Man, you’re tight,” Travis grinned as he blew his load (the first of many, I was sure) in Toby’s ass. Almost against his will, Toby moaned in ecstasy and shot his juice into the cold boiler room floor. Travis chuckled. “It’s gonna be a shame when it’s your turn.”

“Well, let’s get this over with,” he said, approaching the bawling, hogtied JT. Licking his lips with his hard-on already back, he ripped open JT’s pants to reveal his small cock and low-hanging balls. I was a bit surprised that his balls were as big as they were. They didn’t even seem to go with JT’s terror-shrunken penis. Taking his right foot in my hand, I began to delicately suck on both of his remaining toes, coaxing the smallest rise out of his dick.

“Looks good enough to eat, right, Rusty?” Travis said as he snatched his bloodied pocket knife off the floor. He was on top of JT without warning, crudely chopping away at the smaller boy’s genitals. First, one of his mangled balls dropped out of his scrotum and onto the floor. The other was quickly crushed while still in the sac by Travis’s elbow, prompting a blood-curdling shriek from poor little JT. His penis…

Travis took his time with JT’s penis. He first sliced the boy’s cock head clean off, then proceeded to cut strips of skin and flesh off JT’s penis, gradually peeling it like a banana. JT bawled throughout most of the ordeal, which merely prompted Travis to dump the contents of our salt shaker onto his raw, bleeding flesh. The overload of pain and trauma finally caused poor little JT to pass out. Acting as though he hadn’t noticed, Travis continued to cut strips of meat off JT’s cock until it was as thin as a pencil. The lump of flesh that remained sort of reminded me of a stick of beef jerky. Travis caked JT’s mutilated organ in salt, which caused even me to shudder in sympathy.

            Toby’s cock was dripping with pre-cum as he sat on his heels and watched Travis cut JT’s jerky-dick into bite-sized pieces all the way down to the base. I nearly blew my load, too, as Travis gathered up all the pieces of JT’s former penis, unceremoniously lopped off the boy’s scrotum, and set them all in his own “special” bucket.

            “There we go. All done,” Travis wiped the sweat from his brow (replacing it with blood in the process) and turned back to me. “Toby’s turn?”

            “Oh, right,” I said, pushing Toby back so that he could sit down with his feet in front of him. I held them in my lap and played with his toes for a few minutes. God, they were hot; shaped just perfectly; not too bony and not too chubby. I rubbed them for a few moments more before letting them rest in my lap. Toby wiggled his toes around my crotch, probably trying to get me off before I could harm him, too.

            “Toby, did you like what you saw?”

            “What do you mean? You guys are sick, you’re—”

            “—obviously turning you on,” I said bluntly, squeezing his big toes and watching his cock grow. “I’m only going to ask you once. Do you want to join us?”

            “Y-yeah, sure!” Toby exclaimed. He paused for a second, looking ashamed. “What’s gonna happen to JT?”

            “We’ll probably eat him,” I said, gesturing towards the bucket. “If he survives, we’ll only eat what’s in the bucket tonight, but we’ll keep him here and feast on different parts of him every day until he kicks off. If you had refused to join us, we’d have done the same thing to you.”

“What now?”
            “Well, considering that you asked to join, we’re not gonna kill you,” I said. “But, since you’re new, you’re gonna have to give us something.”

“Oooh, I get it, Rusty,” Travis grinned. “Good call.”

“What is it? If it’s money you want—”

“Toby, you should have figured out what we want by now,” I rubbed his bare feet gently. “When Travis and I started this, we cut off several of each other’s toes. Travis’s mom took us to the hospital and got them reattached, but that was still our baptism. If you want to join us, you have to do something similar.”

“What, you want… my toes?” Toby was pretty pathetic, his voice practically begged me to change my mind. He wiggled his toes. It was kind of cute, actually.

“Not all of them. At least, not right away,” I said, giving him my most “sincere” smile. “We could also do some substituting…”

“Substituting?” Toby’s face looked hopeful. “Substitute what for what?”

“First, let’s clarify something,” Travis chimed in. “We’re going to lop something off you before the night is over. Let’s not get any stupid ideas about bringing in other people in exchange for initiation.”

“You have another choice to make, Toby,” I said. “You can either lose most of your toes, or you can lose most of your cock. Me, I’m into your feet, but Travis would really love your cock. It’s up to you, really.”

“Wh—what? Let me think about this a minute,” Toby whispered, literally glancing back and forth between his exposed penis and his bare feet. It was so ridiculous that I almost laughed at him, but I managed to contain it within a light giggle. The longer he deliberated over the decision, the harder his cock seemed to get. Once two solid minutes had gone by, I was surprised that he hadn’t sprayed me yet. Travis seemed to be really getting off on Toby’s decision-making, but I couldn’t be sure because he kept eyeing JT’s empty crotch.

“You guys can have my dick,” Toby whimpered out at last. “I love to go barefoot, and I couldn’t explain it to everybody if I lost my toes…”

“Logical… I like that,” I said, giving his feet a congratulatory squeeze. “I think he deserves to keep half of his cock, don’t you, Travis?”

“Half? That’s a bit much,” Travis mumbled. Toby’s eyes fell to his dick. “I’d say he can keep a quarter of his cock, or maybe two inches of it, whatever’s shorter. That would be fair.”

“Well, let’s get this over with,” I giggled, pulling out a tape measurer. As it turned out, two inches would have been too much. An inch and a quarter was all that amounted to one-quarter of his penis, even when erect. I made a small line with a marker where the cut ought to be made.

“C—can I ask you guys a favor?” Toby stuttered as Travis drew near, pocket knife in hand.

“Sure,” I replied.

“After you take my cock…” Toby was blushing. “…can you suck my toes, Rusty? It’ll probably be the only way for me to get off…”

“Sure, no problem,” I grinned, giving his big toe a playful lick before letting his feet drop out of my lap and onto the concrete floor. I unzipped my pants and pulled my own dick out. “But I’ll expect you to return the favor someday, too.”

Toby opened his mouth to reply, but he found himself too busy screaming in mortifying pain as Travis descended on his helpless prick. He’d completely disregarded the line I’d drawn and decided to deep-throat Toby’s cock, pushing his lips all the way to the base. The blood gushing from Toby’s crotch made what was happening deliciously clear: Travis was chewing Toby’s penis off.

My cock blasted its cream all over Travis’s back almost immediately. I didn’t even have to masturbate, Toby’s screams and Travis’s incisors were doing all the work. Poor Toby passed out from the pain only a few seconds into the operation. It was a shame, really. His cock hadn’t even been severed yet. I was so looking forward to his expression when he saw his dickless crotch for the very first time. Now I would have to settle for the wake-up-dickless reaction, which was never as dramatic as the former.

It took about a minute and a half for Travis to chew Toby’s penis completely off. I sprayed Travis’s back a second time when he rose out of Toby’s crotch with the boy’s ragged penis in his mouth. He kept on sucking it for a few moments, then dropped it into his bucket.

“He came right before he passed out,” Travis said, licking his lips. “He’s a special one. You definitely have an eye for new recruits.”

“Thanks,” I replied, eyeing Toby’s bare feet hungrily. “Let’s hope he fares better than the others did.”

Toby’s toes were wiggling.

To be continued…

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