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Artistic Desires A fictional story written by Archer Simon smeared the finishing paint touches to his latest work, the commissioned painting was different to his other works, and the client was rather specific to detail and the use of colour. Standing back to take in the finished view, Simon smiled and spoke to himself “what a piece of work”. The picture was rather erotic and both disturbing, the scene was a remote cottage set against green hills with a flowing river. A woman lays naked on the ground; her legs spread wide and there is a look of fear and hatred on her face. Above her stands the figure of a man, dressed in armour holding a long sward. By the side of the house tied to a tree stands a naked man, his genitals cut from his body, the man’s severed testicles and penis are held by the man holding the sward. In the foreground stand several men, who are laughing, some naked and in various states of undress. In the centre of the group a naked woman can be seen lying on the ground, with her hands tied above her head, she has been raped many times. Simon did find the picture exciting, not for the violence against the woman, but for the castration of the man. The client who paid several hundred pounds for this piece of art would collect tomorrow. He had met this client twice before, once at an exhibition and several months later on a busy street in the centre of the city red-light area. Simon found himself turned on by the image of the man and tried to imagine the scene, being tied to a tree, having a large man with a sward take hold of your ball bag and cut them off, while your wife or lover is being fucked my many men. Simon was broken from the scene by the telephone ringing, “hello-yes-it’s finished-I think you will be very happy –oh yes-anytime tomorrow”. Simon replaced the telephone, and again moved to look closely at the man holding the severed testicles and limp cock. Simon covered the painting with a large canvas cloth and turned out the lights of the studio. Looking through the window of his first floor studio, he could see the people running backwards and forwards through the streets. Simon watched the street below on the corner of main street, stood a woman wearing a short red skirt, black boots and blue jacket. One of the various prostitutes working this neighbourhood. Simon opened the window to let the smells and sounds enter the darkened studio. Looking at the woman on the street corner Simon wondered how long it would be before some man or woman took up the offer of her company. Closing the window and locking the front door, Simon exited the studio and headed for home. Simon arrived home quite late, the evening was warm and opening the bedroom window, he took out his pair binoculars “even artists have flaws”, Simon told himself as he peered through the powerful lenses. Opposite the apartment block lay a similar block of flats, through careful spying for several months Simon had found many evening delights, such as: The Woman who cheats on her boyfriend while he works evenings. The prostitute, having several visitors every evening, and the business man who strips naked every night and stands on his balcony, looking up at the stars in the night sky. The strangest sight that Simon has spied upon was two months ago, a couple whom lived three floors above his second floor flat, held theme parties and whose sexual desires include bondage and Sado Masochism. This night was drawn to a close with the mock execution of a naked woman tied spread legged to a wooden frame, while a man lay between her spread thighs giving her oral sex. Opposite the naked woman stood a man with a rope around his neck in a mock hanging, his balls were placed on a chopping board another man held a large carving knife, waiting to cut the hanging mans testicles off. Gathered around the man stood several men and woman all in medieval costume. The laughter and cries of “do it-cut them off”, grew in volume. Suddenly with a flash of light and loud scream the lights went out. When they came on again the hanging man had blood gushing from the open wound, the party guests were sprayed with his blood, the mans severed genitals were being passed from person to person. Simon had always assumed this party was carefully arranged and actors used in place of the two victims, but he always had the thought “what if it’s not play-what if some guy really did get his get his nuts cut off”. The next morning Simon walked towards the studio, and picking up the morning paper, he read the headlines “Man found dead in Horror killing”. Simon read the story; a man’s body found in the centre of town; was tied with a rope and sexually mutilated. Simon thought about the party he witnessed, and hoped it was not the same group. Entering the studio, he turned on the lights and checked the painting once more before the client arrived. One hour later the bell rang, the client had arrived. Simon showed his client the painting, pointing out such details as use of colour and light, the subtle shades. Alisdair was very impressed, the attention to detail and texture impressed him greatly, “I love the figures-you have given the impression of terror, the torture and rape wonderfully”. He also stated that “I love the detail you have given to the castrated man-his testicles and penis cut off-the blood running down his legs”. Simon smiled and spoke “I am glad you like this piece, I have tried to follow your ideas-and I think we have done quite well”. The client agreed the price and wrote a cheque for the full amount. The client turned to leave, and spoke “I have some friends-they may also be interested in your work-I will give them your number”. Alisdair left, leaving Simon alone in the studio, a large cheque lay upon the table. Simon busied himself for the rest of the day arranging for new materials and paying bills etc. Getting ready to leave the studio at the end of the day, the telephone rang. Simon picked up the receiver “hello” the person on the other phone spoke “hello Simon-I am a friend of Alisdair-he gave me your number- I have seen the painting you did for him-and would like to commission you for a painting”. Simon spoke “I am glad you liked the painting-would you like to come here to my studio-we can discuss your ideas”. The person spoke “I live in the business district of town, can you come over to me-I will pay your expenses”. Simon agreed and two hours later with scrapbook and box of pencils in hand, Simon rang the front entrance buzzer of the most expensive apartment block he had ever seen. Shortly afterwards Simon was knocking on the door of apartment number 211b. A tall man answered the door; “hello-you must be Simon- please do come in”. Simon entered the expensive apartment; the furnishings and decorations throughout seemed very expensive. The man spoke “now can I offer you a drink-whisky-wine-tea”. Simon chose a large whisky with ice. The two men sat opposite each other, and passed a few minutes with general chat when the man addressed the purpose of the meeting “I would like us to speak plainly-I have seen the painting you made for Alisdair-and I like it very much”. Simon listened as the man continued, “tell me honestly-did you enjoy the painting-or was did you see it as just a commissioned piece”. Simon thought for a second, then spoke “no I enjoyed painting the idea given to me, the figures-background-theme-all quite erotic really. The man smiled and continued “the castrated man-what did you feel-as you painted him” Simon answered “I can tell you-it was exciting-the idea of a naked man having his balls cut off by another man, while his wife or lover is being gang raped- I found quite a good turn on”. The man clasped both hands together, and spoke quietly “I know some people who are like you-interested in the dark side of human sexuality and power. Simon smiled and listened to the man “my friends and I have regular meetings-if you are interested I could introduce you”. Simon spoke “I would like to meet your friends-and maybe paint pictures for them”. The man rose from his chair and slipped a piece of paper into his hand saying “you may wish to be at this address tomorrow evening-tell nobody you are coming-our friends are rather discreet-and if you like-bring your sketch book and pencils”. Simon left the apartment soon after, still clasping the piece of paper with the address. Heading for home Simon decided to walk through the seedy part of town, where the cheap prostitutes and drug dealers push themselves on the unsuspecting and lost. The next day Simon stayed out of the studio and busied himself at home, thinking about the evening meeting and what might happen there. At six thirty Simon left his flat and headed by Taxi to the address written on the piece of paper. The address was a large disused sports centre, which had been empty for nearly one year. A tall man stood outside the main entrance, walking towards the man Simon spoke “good evening-I have been invited here for the meeting”. The man looked down at Simon and said “show me the piece of paper you were given”. Simon handed the man the piece, and after a quick glance around the area, opened the door saying, “follow the red light-head towards the pool”. Simon entered the dark interior and seeing the red lights placed along the wall followed towards the poolside. Simon following the red lights, turned into what used to be the showers, their tiled floor and walls reflected the light giving an eerie look to the surroundings. Hearing voices Simon followed through the showers and walking through a set of doors, saw a group of four people standing in the centre of the pool. In the centre stood a wooden frame, the frame looked heavy and rather old. The four turned to look at Simon, one of the group Simon recognised as Alisdair stepped forward and spoke, “good evening-I hope you found your way here with ease”. Simon nodded “yes-I found this place quite easy”; the rest of the group joined them. The introductions were courteous and Simon was told that introduction to the group and membership of the group, is extended to few people. Simon was answering general questions, the sense of ice breaking and getting a feel for the new boy, was expected to a degree. Simon studied the clothing worn by the four, the two men were dressed in tight leather trousers, with high laced boots, through the tight leather Simon could see the well defined shape of male genitalia. Both woman wore very short one piece black dresses, with no outline of either bra or panties. The sight of the four with their defined shape and revealing attire made Simons cock twitch. A tall woman with long legs and shaped breasts lent against the wooden frame, raising her left leg, flattening the sole of her foot against the wooden beam. Simon stared at the woman; her raised leg pushed the short dress upwards-displaying a curved thigh. Simon realised he was staring into the woman’s crotch. The woman spoke, “have you ever wondered what it is like to castrate someone”. Simon felt his cock twitch and pulse, the woman continued, “to take hold of the man’s penis at the root, and cut the balls”. Simon now had a growing erection and his balls moved, within the confines of his tight underwear. Smiling the woman spoke again “we have a strict code here-you must pass a test, and swear loyalty to us always. Simons gaze again turned to the woman’s pussy, thick black pubic hair, stretched and pierced labia. Simon struggled to contain his erect penis, the testicles twitched between his legs. The sound of voices could be heard, somewhere through the large doors, two voices one male and one female could be heard getting louder. Alisdiar spoke “they are coming-take your places-Simon stand by me”. The doors banged open with force, and two people both tied with rope were pushed through. Standing in the centre of the group stood a man and woman both had bruised faces and their clothing was ripped in places. Strong lamps were switched on, lighting the entire pool; the bright light made it difficult for the two captives to see the group standing around them. Simon noticed that the two had wide strips of plaster covering their mouths, they could not speak. Alisdair addressed the group, “here we have a couple of very different people-they are both known child molesters, with criminal records and many enemies. They are suspected of child murder and both have a history of sexual abuse against minors”. The group did not move or make any sound; the tall woman dressed in black moved from the wooden frame and spoke, “my fellow members-our help was requested-we have to decide if we should proceed-or withdrawal from this enterprise”. The group remained silent and this indicated that the group should proceed. The woman again spoke “thank you my fellow members- vengeance will be extracted in the sacred blood manner”. The man standing in the centre of the group was hit hard from behind; he crashed to the ground hitting his head on the tiles. The woman was dragged back through the doors; kicking and pulling against the rope that held her arms tightly bound. Simon turned to Alisdair and said “what will happen to them both now”; turning to look at the half conscious man laying on the tiled floor, a streak of blood started to edge it’s way across the tiles, the impact was harder than expected. Alisdair turned to address the group speaking slowly “ready the victim-prepare his body for the knife”. The woman dressed in black stood beside Simon whispering in his ear “he will be tortured and castrated, his body will be dumped in a public place”. Simon stared the woman in the face “which one of you will slice his genitals off”, laughing the woman spoke “you- you will my dear-don’t you want to be in our secret little group”. Simon knew things were getting pretty complicated, although the fantasy of castration was very erotic, this took the fiction one step into reality. Simon asked the woman “what of the woman-will she die also”. Again the woman laughed “oh yes-she will suffer just as he will-only her torture will last longer and will be enjoyable for some here- especially the men-you should also enjoy it”. Simon watched as the man was dragged up from the floor and tied spread eagle to the wooden frame. Two members of the group armed with sharp knives started to cut away the clothes, from his restrained and lifeless body. Simon decided to sit down by the side of the pair at work, and started to sketch the scene, in a few minutes the man was naked, his clothes were put into a large plastic bag and removed for disposal. One man stepped forward and sat on a small wooden stall in-front of the mans open legs, his genitals hung down, the limp cock leaned to one side, his left testicle hung slightly lower than the right. The man sitting on the stall busied himself with a straight razorblade; the pubic hair was being removed from his cock and scrotum. Simon drew the scene; a naked man tied to a wooden frame with the group watching the removal of the mans pubic hair. Again the doors opened and a woman Simon had not seen before entered the pool, she was pushing a large hospital bed, with stirrups attached. The bed was occupied, with the conscious woman, her wrists and ankles were secured to the sides of the bed, she thrashed from side to side, trying to free herself. The group gathered around the edge of the bed, the woman stared madly at her captors, muffled shouts were heard. The wide strips of plaster, made crying for help impossible. The woman dressed only in her underwear, looked to her right and saw her partner tied naked to the wooden frame. The woman who pushed the bed into the room spoke “she is ready for you-her clothes have been disposed of”. The member of the group who finished shaved the mans pubic hair spoke “this woman has betrayed all-she must suffer the fate as well”. The tall woman who revealed her sex to Simon moved her left hand across the woman secured on the bed. Her hand slid across the neck, and breasts, moving down the fingers slid across the stomach crotch and thighs. In her right hand appeared a short silver blade, with gentle and smooth movements the woman cut both the bra and panties from the woman. The group closed together, surveying the now naked woman strapped onto the bed, her breasts heaved with every breath. Simon was standing near the bottom of the bed; looking between the woman’s spread thighs, Simon saw brown pubic hair and large pink labia, the sight of such a close and open pussy, made his fingers twitch and cock pulse. Both of the men took a firm hold of the woman’s lower legs, while one of the women positioned the stirrups and with some effort both the woman’s legs were positioned in the widely spaced apparatus. With her legs spread wide and raised from the bed the woman screamed loudly for several minutes. One of the men spoke “this is unusual-we rarely have both a man and woman to deal with”. The naked woman stared at her captors, both wrist and ankle restraints moved, but would not loosen. The man tied to the wooden frame made several noises, turning to look at the naked figure one of the men walked across to him and sat down on the stall. One of the group produced a bottle of scented oil, this was applied heavily to the mans penis and scrotum. Simon asked, “what does the oil do”, the tall woman took Simon by the arm and walking across to the tied man spoke “the oil has the effect of loosening skin-the penis grows-and most importantly the scrotum becomes heavy-the balls weighty and very relaxed”. The woman extended her hand and took hold of the mans balls “these feel fine-he is ready. The woman knelt upon the ground, her open mouth inches from the heavy oiled ball bag, taking hold of the testicles she pushed them into her mouth. The man’s penis throbbed, an erection developed the testicles held within her mouth, were being washed with her tongue, and she bit down hard on his right ball. The group spread themselves out, the woman standing near the bed turned and with her right hand, slid her fingers between the open thighs and moved upwards resting over the exposed clitoris and pink labia. The woman turned to address the group members, “we must get to work-the night is short”. The man that rubbed oil into the mans balls, now approached the woman upon the bed. Sitting at the end of the bed, between the woman’s spread thighs, he applied a generous amount of the oil to the woman’s genitals. Turning to look at Simon he spoke “you should draw this scene-very rare it is”. The man withdrew his fingers from her crotch, the pink labia relaxed and gorged with blood. The group started to undress; leather trousers and black dresses fell onto the floor. Simon watched with interest as the naked men and woman, stood beside each other. Alisdair addressed the group “now my fellow members-you will take this man and woman- extract the penalty”. Simon was urged to undress and take part in the proceedings. Firstly the two were blindfolded, their genitals once again caressed in the scented oil The group stood together, and enjoyed themselves fondling the mans testicles, his erect penis and soft heavy filled scrotum, was very erotic. Simon saw the men had full erections and the woman’s nipples and labia were the colour of deep red blood. Simon’s erection pleased the group members; walking forwards he took hold of the man’s scrotum and squeezed both balls tightly. Alisdair spoke “Simon you must prove yourself and loyalty to us all- you must take the knife and cut off this mans balls”. Simon looked at the group gathered closely around him; a large steel blade appeared and was placed within the palm of his right hand. One of the woman spoke “do this and you will have power you can only imagine”. Simon turned to look at the woman secured to the bed, her heaving breasts, pubic hair and pink pussy lips, mad him lust. Simon walked across to the bed, taking hold of the bars at the bottom of the bed; he pulled it next to the wooden frame. Simon positioned the bed and with kneeling upon the bed, he could penetrate the woman and at the point of climax, cut the man’s balls off. The group agreed this was a wonderful plan and proceeded. Simon slid his body between the woman’s spread thighs, his erect cock slid easily between the oiled labia. His cock reached into the depths of her vagina, his hanging balls rested against her raised buttocks. The fluid pumping motion started, the group gathered around the bed watching the rape. The man tied to the frame shook his body left and right, trying to free him-self, the secure rope and heavy frame did not move. One of the women took hold of the man’s heavy scrotum and pulling on the left ball, squeezed it firmly between her fingers. The man cried out and remained still. Simons mind filled with the image of the painting, the woman gang raped while her partner has his cock and balls cut off. This image spurred him on, the balls slapping against the woman’s ass pulsed, his erect cock throbbed the climax approached, reaching up with his left hand Simon took a firm hold of the scrotum, in his right hand the lay the knife. The cock pounding inside the woman’s vagina gathered speed, the banging testicles pumped hot cum upwards. Simon cried aloud as the balls sent cum spewing into the woman’s vagina. He drew the blade across the scrotal sac, severing the balls from his body. Blood flowed from the gaping wound; hot blood rained down upon Simon and the woman, the last of his sperm pumped into her gaping hole. The group cheered and clapped, the scene was heavenly, the screaming man, the woman being raped and Simon covered in the blood of his victim. Simon still held onto the mans testicles when he pulled his sticky cock out, and slid off of the bed. Almost immediately another man took his place and slid his erect cock into the woman’s bloody and cum filled pussy. The rape of the woman continued for many more minutes. The women enjoyed themselves by masturbating each other and fondling the man’s bloody wound and cock. The man died upon the wooden frame his cock was sliced off by one woman and placed into a glass jar, his scrotal sac and balls were also placed into a glass jar. Simon stood by the bed and looked at the woman, the mix of sperm and blood smeared her skin. Both women moved to gaze at the woman’s vaginal opening and clitoris. The women gently rubbed more scented oil into her skin, the soft labia stretched and turned deep red, gorged with blood. One of the women produced the small silver blade, used to remove her underwear. Taking hold of the outer labia between her fingers, the woman stretched the soft pink flesh, the silver blade sliced slowly and purposefully through the stretched labia. The woman’s screams were terrible, the men gathered closely to watch the skilled torture and removal of the sex flesh made them want to fuck again. After a short period the screaming woman lost consciousness, the blood flowing from her wound soaked into the bed sheets. The now removed labia were placed into the glass jar, with the man’s penis. The bloody mess between the woman’s legs, was an erotic sight, blood now dripped onto the floor, Alisdair spoke “she is dying-not much longer”. Simon again sketched the scene; the blood flowing now slowed and quickly stopped. Looking at their work, the group congratulated Simon for his idea, raping the woman and castrating the man at the same time. The tall woman who was expert with the silver blade spoke “you are now accepted into the group-we think you may become a very valuable and imaginative member”. The group walked outside into the night sky, Alisdair produced a mobile phone and dialled a number “yes-it is done-the bodies are ready for you-bring extra materials-lots of blood”. Simon watched as the group members climbed into the back of a waiting limousine. Pulling away from the kerbside, one of the windows opened, One of the men spoke “Simon-here is the telephone number, keep it safe-we will contact you shortly. Simon studied the telephone number, watching the limousine disappear into the night. Walking home Simon thought about the evening, and hoped it would not be long before the telephone rang and the group desired his artistic services. The End