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Man abducts men and boys to use sexually, mutilate, and kill.

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Tom saw the disabled car on the side of the road as he approached on 
I-95. A few yards ahead of the vehicle, he saw a tall and a short 
figure. As Tom drove past, he slowed a little in order to get a 
better look. The man was tall, about 6'1", slender, with dark hair. 
Tom guessed his age between 30 and 35. The shorter male was about 
5'6", between 13 and 15 years old, with the same dark hair.



Tom knew this stretch of road well. He often cruised it looking for 
victims. Tonite he found gold: a father and son with a broken down 
car. The next exit was about 4 miles ahead. Tom sped back up so he 
could get off at the exit and head back to pick up the unlucky duo. 
There was hardly any traffic out at this time of night, but he 
worried someone else would stop to help them before he could get back.



A few feet ahead of the pair, Tom slowed down and pulled his truck 
over onto the shoulder. The two ran up to the passenger's side of the 
truck. Tom said, "Chilly night to have car trouble. Hop in." The man 
said, "Thank you so much for stopping. The damned car over heated 
again. Climb in, son." The boy slid over to the middle of the seat as 
his father got in and closed the door.



Tom got a good look at the handsome pair and couldn't believe his 
luck. Tom said, "Most everything's probably closed at the next exit, 
but I'm sure we can find a pay phone for you to call a tow truck." 
The man responded, "My name's Mike and this is my son, Chad. We're 
pretty far from home. I'm taking the boy back to his mother in the 
next state. If you could drop us off at a hotel, so we could get a 
room, I'll call a tow truck in the morning and find a garage. I 
really appreciate your help."



Tom said, "The closest motel is about 35 miles back the other way. My 
farm is only about 10 minutes from here, and you're welcome to stay 
in my guest room."



Mike responded, " We really don't want to be any trouble, but I guess 
that does sound like the better idea. Are you sure you don't mind?"



"No problem," Tom said.



They got off at the next exit, drove a couple of miles, then turned 
off onto a dirt road. Before long, Tom's old, large, two-story house 
loomed ahead. Tom put the truck in park, and everyone climbed out.



As Tom unlocked and opened the front door, he said, "Please make 
yourselves at home. Can I get you anything to drink? Mike, how about 
a cold beer? One for your son, too?"



Mike looked over at his son to see a bright, inquisitive look. He 
said, "I guess that'll be o.k." as his son's smile widened.



In the kitchen, Tom opened three, cold cans of beer and dropped a 
small capsule into two of them.



"What a shame. They didn't get to finish their beers." Tom surveys in 
the light the two nice specimens he was able to snare this time.



Mike and Chad were unconscious on the couch. Tom used scissors to 
remove their clothing. "They won't be needing these anymore," he said 
to himself.



Tom picked up Chad's naked body and carried him to the back of the 
house. When he opened the door to the cellar, he smiled at the 
anguished noises which greeted him. He achieved an erection.



"You be quiet down there. I'm bringing in some more toys." The cries 
and screams sent Tom into euphoria.



Chad was secured on his back to a table. Tom ran his hands over the 
boy's chest and gently squeezed his pert nipples. Then he felt down 
the boy's flat stomach and ran his fingers through the boy's pubic 
hair. Tom lightly touched the boy's testicles then slowly pulled the 
boy's foreskin off the head of his dick. "So nice," Tom observed. The 
others watched. Those who could still cry, did.



It was more work getting Mike down the stairs. After he was finally 
secured, Tom fetched himself a cold beer. He thought, this is more 
work than a man should have to do. They deliberately make it 
difficult.



Mike awoke and found himself strapped naked to a table. He saw his 
son staring at him, crying from the next table. The room contained 
darkened corners, but Mike saw the cages. He couldn't tell how large 
the room was. The tall cages had things moving in them.



"Whose there?" Mike yelled.



"Don't let him know you're awake," a male voice mumbled from the 
darkness.



Light came down the stairs as the door opened. The wails came from 
everywhere. Mike had never heard such anguish and suffering.



"Quiet down!" Tom screamed.



"Tom, help us!" Mike begged. "Help you?" Tom asked. "That's what I'm 
here to do," Tom said as he approached Mike.



"I take the arms and legs off first. It keeps me from having to worry 
about you fighting back or getting loose. With the legs out of the 
way, I can get to the goodies easier."



"What?" Mike asked, not believing what he'd heard.



"Then the teeth. Don't want you biting. Some Tabasco sauce in the 
eyes, and you'll be a little disoriented," Tom added.



"Daddy, help me," Chad wailed.



"Let us up from here! Untie me, now!" Mike snarled.



"That's kinda hefty of a demand. Do you feel you're really in a 
position to ask it? That's kinda hefty of a ball sack, too. I love 
mountain oysters. That's really all I want. Let me cut those big 
plums loose, and I'll let you and your boy go."



"I'm not letting you cut off my balls, you freak! Unfucking tie me!"



"Mikey's got a temper," Tom laughed. "Guess I don't get the juicy 
part, so I'll start with the boy. Tom pulled a hacksaw off the wall.



"Don't touch my son! Don't touch my son!" Mike screamed at the top of 
his lungs. "Help, help, help," Mike continued screaming until he was 
hoarse.



"Are you finished?" Tom asked.



Mike cried, "Please don't hurt us. I'll give you anything you want."



"I told you what I wanted."



"No, just let us go," Mike cried.



Tom moved toward Chad. "Dad, Dad, make him stop! Make him stop!" 
screamed Chad.



"You didn't let those others go. Why should I believe you'll let us 
go if I do your sick demand?" Mike asked.



"The others didn't agree. That's why they're still here."



"I hate you, you fucking pervert! You were supposed to help us. You 
said you'd help us!" Mike wailed.



"I picked you up! I brough you into my clean, warm home! You drank my 
beers! And didn't even have the courtesy to finish them. You wasted 
my beer! I carried you down those stairs! Don't tell me I haven't 
done anything to help you!"



"You're sick! You're a total, fucking, sick, son-of-a-bitch pervert!" 
Mike spat.



"I will not tolerate that kind of filthy language in my home!" Tom 
informed. "This is a clean, loving house! I will not be spoken to 
like that from guests in my house."



"We'll leave," Mike suggested.



"I'll decide what will happen. Your voice box must be removed. You 
have to keep the tongue. I like how if feels on my baby-maker. Plus, 
you can't lick my ass without a tongue. I already did the tongue 
removing thing. He was useless afterward. I'd put my cock all the way 
down his throat. Just didn't feel the same. He choked to death," Tom 
added as a tear rolled down his cheek. "I helped him so much."



Tom wiped the tear away and positioned the saw on Chad's shoulder. 
Chad screamed, and a trickle of blood flowed into the hair in his 
armpit.



"Stop! Stop!" Mike shouted. "I'll do it."



"Do what?" Tom inquired. "Don't hurt my boy," Mike said between 
choked sobs.



"Do what?" Tom inquired again. "What you wanted," Mike said.



"To cut off your arms and legs, remove your teeth, and put Tabasco 
sauce in your eyes?" Tom asked.



"No! The other thing."



"What other thing do you want me to do, Mike?" Tom asked. "You know, 
to cut off my balls," Mike responded.



"You want me to cut off your balls, Mike?" Tom asked with a shocked 
look on his face. "If you'll let us go. You can do that, then let us 
go," Mike responded.



"You want to give me your balls?"



"No," Mike screamed. "Just please let us go!"



"This is confusing me. Are you going to give me your balls, or not?"



"We just want to leave!" Mike said.



"Sans balls?" Tom inquired. 



"Avec balls!" Mike responded.



"I'm not going to take them from you. You have to willingly give them 
to me."



"How can I willingly do anything? You're going to kill us!" Mike 
shouted.



"You won't die. You'll live for a long time. You're not going to die. 
I won't let you. And stop shouting. You're hurting my ears and 
upsetting the other tennants," Tom said.



"You can have my balls," Mike whispered, defeated. "What? Shouting, 
then whispering. It would be my luck that I'd stop to help a psycho," 
Tom stated.



"You can have my balls," Mike repeated louder. 



"How about the boy's? Like father, like son. I'm impressed. Your's 
now. Freeze his. Pop 'em in the microwave. Two dinners."



"Dad, no!" Chad screamed.



"You said you just wanted mine," Mike informed.



"That was earlier. This is later. Stakes are higher. Well, actually, 
I'm just hungrier. You know, you're never supposed to go grocery 
shopping before you eat. Makes you wanna buy more."



"Why don't you go eat something now? Then, you could let us go. You 
wouldn't need us." Mike took a stab at this creep's twisted 
reasoning.  "Good idea!" Tom said.



Tom laid the saw down and opened one of the cages. He pulled out the 
living torso of a slender, teen boy. He rammed the torso onto a pole. 
The pole went up the boy's ass, and the boy let out a deafening 
scream. The pole came out the boy's neck. Tom pulled a small table up 
to the dead boy, laid the boy's cock and balls onto the table, and 
severed them with a meat cleaver. Tom picked up the entire severed 
package and shoved it in his mouth. He began chewing.



Chad threw up, and his body began to twitch and shake uncontrollably 
on the table. Mike passed out. The noise in the basement became 
deafening as the wailing and anguish started pouring from Tom's 
guests.



"Shut up! Shup up!" Tom began screaming as bits of chewed up human 
flesh spurted from his mouth. "You people won't even let me eat in 
peace."



When Mike regained consciousness, he saw the video camera pointing at 
him from the foot of the table.



"Mike, I need you to look into the camera and tell them that you have 
come here, of your own free will, and you came here to have yourself 
castrated. You are here of your own free will, and you want this 
done."



"I'm not going to say that!"



"Look at Chad."



For an instant, he'd forgotten all about his son. Mike jerked his 
head and there lay Chad. Chad was sleeping peacefully. His left 
shoulder was bandaged over the stump where his arm used to be.



Mike went into hysterics; screaming and jerking and crying.



"God damn! Another fucking 20 minutes to wait while he calms down," 
Tom snarled.



"Why'd you do that? Why?" Mike bawled.



"Because you weren't willing to sacrifice something insignificant for 
your own son."



"Will you let us go now?" Mike asked.



"Your son has sacrificed! You've made him pay the price. You're not a 
man!"



"Fine! O.K.! Take them. Take them! Cut my balls off! Cut 'em off!" 
Mike screamed.



"I don't think you're being sincere."



"I'll do it. I'm sincere," Mike said between sobs.



It became the hottest movie on the net. A gorgeous he-man with huge 
balls was having his nuts cut out. He was just lying there calmly as 
a guy off camera began cutting open his ball sack. He kept talking 
about how much he wanted this done. About how he hated those big, low-
hangers weighing between his legs.



The left nut came into the open. Two hands tied off the cord, then 
snipped it free. A muffled voice from off camera asked a question. 
The hot guy getting nutted said, "Yes, I think I can shoot off when 
you cut the other one loose."



The guy's big, hard cock was sticking straight up. When the right nut 
was cut loose, the guy shot a huge load. Cum went everywhere.



Chad watched his dad getting nutted.



When the door opened, Mike and Chad began wailing. Their voices were 
almost drowned out by the others.



"You be quiet down there. I'm bringing in some more toys." Mike and 
Chad couldn't see. The Tabasco had burned their eyes too badly. They 
wiggled their torsos closer together. Young Chad's nutting had been a 
bigger hit than his dad's. Tom was euphoric.