Entrapment

HE looked like a drawing by Tom of Finland as he walked into the john at the gay bar in lower Queens in New York City. The well-worn jeans were sanded paper thin at strategic points by constant rubbing. In places the fabric itself was torn, allowing brief peeks of skin to momentarily come into view. And there was an ample body to be revealed! A fitted tee shirt barely covered his massive chest; ripe nipples protruded and his finely sculptured breast completed the picture. Below his belt a significant bulge betrayed the evidently massive genitals beneath. The outline of his prick tunneled down his right pants leg, while the right pants leg nestled his twin eggs in provocative fashion. It was evident that he was cut!

He walked up to the urinals and stopped beside Gary, spread his legs, and unzipped, pulling out his massive cock and began to piss. Gary was transfixed by his neighbor to his right and shot a covert look at his crotch. Marty smiled and rubbed his balls through the tight material. Gary swore that the prick began a slow, steady increase in size. He was transfixed: the swollen head bulged and the glans ridge became engorged with blood. The man smiled again and reached down and slyly stroked his prick. It was all he could do to refrain from reaching over and seizing the tempting monster, but he thought better of it.

"Sure is boring round here tonight," Marty said. "A guy could use a little action." He winked!

Now Gary was no slouch in the body department either. With a swimmer's torso and legs and a good healthy six inches between his legs, it was not the first proposition he had received. Still he was hesitant. Marty pushed his belly forward and arched his back, allowing his equipment to arch provocatively from his crotch. It was finally too much: Gary hesitantly reached over and grasped the hard shaft. Marty stepped back, reached into his pocket and pulled out a badge.

"All right faggot, it's jail time for you!" Gary gasped.

He'd been set up, entrapped. Marty spun him around, spread eagled him and felt him up between the legs for weapons!

Gary began to plead, "Give me a break; you fuckin seduced me, you prick!"

Several other occupants of the john began circling the officer. He did not realize his predicament until he felt a hand seize his arm to pull it away from Gary's waist.

"Get the fuck away, shit head queer!" he yelled. That was all it took.

Several others now joined in and attacked the officer. One got him around the throat and began strangling him while another got both arms in a lock and forced them behind his back. They spun him around and one kicked his legs apart leaving his still exposed cock vulnerable to attack. A quick kick to his pouched balls pretty much put him out of commission for the moment.

"Ahhhh! My NUTS!" He cried, trying to pull his legs together in defense. No such luck. Hands were all around him: groping, scratching, tearing, and punching. A quick rip tore the pants apart and ripped the buttons of his fly, allowing his balls to flop free. His jeans fell to his knees, hobbling him as they fell upon him. A finger found a hole in his tee shirt and a sudden wrench tore it nearly off his heaving chest.

A dozen fingers were gouging and scratching his smooth skin and tearing hunks of his black curly hair from his chest and groin. From behind, he felt fingers searching his face, seeking his eyes to scratch and gouge. In agony he felt a thumb enter his right socket and begin to gouge out the eyeball.

"I-EEEEEE!" He screamed as he felt it come loose, torn from his face. He was half-blinded. Fingers reached his other eye and made deep scratches. They pushed him flat against the tile wall and spread his legs. Several took turns and aimed direct kicks against into his ball sac while others took his mighty prick and twisted the shaft and bent it, rupturing the muscles. Then a fellow pulled out his switch blade and moved up to the officer, holding up the knife for Marty to see through his cloudy vision.

"Man, I'm gonna nut you, baby. Your gonna lose them macho cop balls of yours. I'm gonna slice 'em off and then take that man-cock. You ain't gonna have nothin' left to fuck those girl friends of yours with! It's too bad you're a fuckin' cop, you know that? You really got great equipment. I can just tell that those big balls of your are just bursting with hot, thick cum, man. Tell you what. I'm gonna give you one last fuckin' thrill before it's all over."

He took hold of Marty's thick prick and slowly began moving his hand up and down the throbbing shaft. In spite of himself, Marty felt his approaching climax. Deep within his groin he felt the beginning eruption. Terrified, he tried desperately to hold back, knowing that his shooting would signal the end of his manhood. He felt it begin up the shaft; the head throbbed; the piss hole opened and a stream of thick white sperm, spewed forth. At the same instant, he felt the knife tip enter the base of his cock and begin to saw it through. In thirty seconds, it was half way through the tough shaft

"NOOOO!" He screamed. "My COCK!"

Another couple of seconds and the thick, juicy prick was amputated from his crotch. It was shoved into his gaping mouth. Before he had time to scream again, he felt the blade against his bag. His low-hanging balls jiggled as he struggled. No slowness here. He felt the sharp blade jab through the delicate skin and begin slicing away the last of his manhood.

"AHHHH!" There was little resistance as the knife sliced through the sac and then through the tubes and muscles.

First one, then the second testicle was severed and fell into the bag. The finally the sac itself was cut through, letting the remains of his "twins" fall into the guy's palm.

"Here, have lunch," he said as it jammed the ball-filled scrotum into his mouth.

"I guess he won't be entrapping and other guys any time soon," Gary remarked.