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COCK SURE! KEITH WAS A SON OF A BITCH! A sexy son of a bitch, but a bastard nonetheless. He had gotten along by virtue of his good looks, great body, and most especially his humungous package which often threatened to burst the confines of his jock strap or tight chinos. It was during his late adolescence that he first realized the ability to cash in on his sexual attributes. He deliberately flaunted his dangling genitals in the shower and locker room in high school, teasing his sexually aroused peers who were so much less endowed than he was. To a very few he allowed a furtive fondling of his massive equipment; most had to make do with just a frustrated look at his forbidden fruit. To be sure, he played with a couple of other handsome jocks, but most of his admirers had to settle for just looking One of his fellow classmates, Walter, was madly in love with Keithnot that Keith ever even gave him the time of day. In fact, once he realized Walters infatuation, he deliberately tantalized him every chance he got: He would parade before him naked swinging his pendulous balls and arching cock to drive him crazy. Once he even let Walter drive him home when his car was being serviced. But when Walter tentatively reached his hand over his fly, Keith brushed him away with the condescending remark, I only make it with real men! That DID it! From then on Walter spent all of his spare time figuring out a way to gain his revenge on Keithwith the specific goal of destroying the very organs that had tempted and frustrated him for so long. Love had degenerated into pure HATE! He finally concocted a plan which capitalized on Keiths monstrous ego. He asked Keith over one Friday evening when his parents were away on the pretext that he had gotten some muscle building equipment and would Keith give him some pointers on how to use it? Of course Keith jumped at the chance to further humiliate Walter, flaunting his superior physique and minimizing Walters obvious short-comings. Right at 7:00 Keith appeared at his door, dressed in tight shorts and T-shirt which accentuated all of his considerable assets. The crotch bulged with the mass of his genitals and his nipples were clearly visible under the tight cotton. Well, little man, he said snidely, gonna try to put on a little mass to your muscles? If I can Walter replied. Anything to look more like you. Keith was hooked! How bout a drink before we start, Walter suggested. Ive got the key to my old mans liquor cabinet. Cool, Keith said. Walter made Keith a very special, powerful drink indeed. Good old whiskey covered up the knockout drops very efficiently. After a few gulps, Keith was on his way to La la land. His eyes began to glaze and his speech was becoming garbled. Walter went up to him and felt his basket. Hey, man he slurred, thats never gonna be for you hey whatcha doin? Not so fucking hard . .careful of my BALLS. With that he slumped down and collapsed spread eagle on the living room floor. Walter couldnt resist the temptation. With all the pent-up anger and frustration he delivered a vicious kick to Keiths bulging crotch. Even in his unconscious state, he reacted with a strangled groan. Walter dragged Keith down to his basement gym and proceeded to strip him naked, ripping off his tight clothes with a viciousness he had seldom expressed. He took especial delight and care as he tore the tighty-whites from Keiths groin, grabbing his big flopping stones and crushing them with his fist. He then tied him firmly to a rack he had conveniently constructed for just this purpose, with his hands stretched above his head and his legs fastened wide apart, allowing ample room for him to have access to every inch of Keiths body. He took pleasure in noting that Keith was beginning to come out of his stupor. What the fuck do you think youre doin man. Stop this shit right now, or youre dog meat! Oh, I dont think so, Walter said calmly, grabbing a ripe handful of Keiths dangling testicles. He held them so that they bulged out obscenely in his left hand while he brought his right fist into the pouched set. Keith lost it! He screamed and screamed and tried desperately to get loose. So Walter gave him another blast in the nutz. And so, Walter played with Keith for the better part of an hour. By now Keith was almost voiceless from continual screaming. His mangled genitals were nearly twice their normal size: the swollen testicles nearly bursting from their sac; his gorgeous prick bruised along its entire length, the magnificent head scratched and bleeding. Walter now attached a parachute around the tortured sac and began to apply weights slowly. As soon as Keith realized what was going to happen, he began to plead and beg. NO! Dont DO IT! Youre gonna pull my fuckin NUTS off. Please stop! They cant TAKE much more. Theyre starting to RUPTURE! A-a-a-h-h-h-h! NOOOOO! A-a-h-h-e-e-e-! NOOO, MAN Dont DE-BALL me! Youre NUTTING ME. Theyre GOING .. And go they did! With a snap and a squish the cords and ducts gave way and Keith felt the awful agony as his beautiful, powerful testicles were torn from his crotch, and now lay on the cement oozing blood and sperm. Well, Keith, so much for your BALLS! Now theres only your cock and tits to go In spite of his torture, Keiths magnificent dong was still engorged with blood and hard as a rock. Walter seized his shaft with both hands, one above the other, and started to twist the shaft. Keith screamed for him again as the tissues tore. He knew that his prick was going to be destroyed, too. Walter found his piss slit and roughly shoved a glass tube down the cock. When he hit bottom, he paused and looking Keith in the eyes said mildly, Well, heres the end of your piss chute, buddy. Keiths eyes bugged out as he reached out for the boner and started to bend the cock shaft, shattering the fragile glass into millions of sharp shards which tore the inner lining to bits, effectively ruining his sex tube. Now, grasping the head just behind the glans, he stuck pin after pin into the shiny flesh. Each jab produced yet another howl of agony. As a final indignity, he took the tortured prick and drew it through his legs bending the shaft. As the pressure increased, the cock resisted further bending and threatened to break. Keith was now frantic with agony and horror. My PRICK! he screamed. Youre breaking my PRICK. Y-e-e-e-a-a-a-a! My DICK! My COCK! OOOOH NO! He felt his shaft snap as the muscles ruptured. Then Walter reached down and brought up a hand meat grinder. Keiths eyes bugged out in horror as Walter inserted the still engorged cock head into the grinding mechanism and slowly began to turn the handle. The gears jiggled his dick and then grasped the head into its metal teeth. The smooth glans and coronal ridge were drawn in and it began tearing his dick apart. Its EATING MY COCK! HE SCREAMED. Oh God! The HEADS GONE. Its taking my whole PRICK! NOOOO! NOOOO! A-a-a-a-e-e-e-e! The hear burst into gore and the grinder continued its gristly business proceeding up the shaft, turning his manhood into hamburger before his eyes. It only stopped when it reached his hairy crotch. Keith was now hanging nutless and cockless in stunned disbelief that his beautiful precious manhood was gone. No more genitals, no more sex life; no more making babies. As a final indignity, Walter placed a pair of heavy duty pliers on each of Keiths tits and twisted until the mangled nipples tore loose from his heaving chest. Keith had been reduced to a whimpering eunuch. His sex and his beauty destroyed. Walter got behind the hanging man and placing his fingers around his throat began to press in. The cords of his neck stood out; his eyes bulged out and small hemorrhages appeared in the whites as he strangled his victim. At last, Walter was free on his hated enemy forever. Keith would never be seen again, he would make sure of THAT! |