REVENGE

By: Sergeant D ([email protected])

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[GAY] [STRAIGHT] [PENECTOMY] [TESTICLES] [NULLIFICATION] Other: Extreme genital torture


A gay man is murdered and his lover exacts a terrifying revenge 
against the straight, male perpetrator...

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	The penis stood fully erect, bound up tightly with its 
testicles by a thin strap of leather.  the man to whom these organs 
were attached was gagged and wide-eyed, strapped spread eagled on a 
rack, and filled with terror.  This whole situation had gotten 
wildly out of hand in just a blink of his eye.
	The other man stood in front of him.  The man who was 
sharpening the straight razor.  The huge, muscular man with the 
hairy chest...
	His own chest was also quite hairy -- not as hairy as his 
captor's, of course, but his penis was quite a bit bigger (not to 
say that the hairy man man with the beard didn't have an impressive 
tool himself -- in fact it was easily 10 inches long) but the 
prisoner's cock was simply enormous, especially right now because 
it was tied up so tightly, and erect, and harder than it had ever 
been before.  It stood at a massive 12 inches in length, and had 
considerable girth to match.
	"Hey man," the prisoner  stuttered. "Whatever you're 
thinkin' about doin', please don't do it!"  He was well aware of 
the fact that the other man had plans for his genitals.  If only he 
could remember what had happened more clearly...
	The hairy chested man with the beard continued to sharpen 
his razor.  A faint smile crossed his lips as he stared back into 
the prisoner's eyes.
	"I didn't mean any of that shit I said earlier."  he began 
again, trying to make some excuse that would free him from the fate 
he was starting to think waited for him.
	The hairy chested man with the beard finished up his 
sharpening job, and then set down the blade.
	"Look, I'm sorry I called you a faggot earlier."  he began 
again.  "No hard feelings.  Just get me off of this rack."
	"No hard feelings?" asked the hairy chested man with the 
beard, grinning.  "You look pretty hard to me."  	
	The hairy chested man with the beard spit several times 
into his hand, and then settled it around the prisoner's meaty 
cock.  He began to gently stroke it, working it's length expertly 
with the saliva, wettening the shaft until the entire penis was 
nice and slick 
	After only a moment, the prisoner (who was VERY straight) 
became disgusted.  The other man's fist was jacking his penis, and 
it felt good....
	"God stop it!  let go of my dick!  I'm not a queer!"
	The grinning man merely stroked faster as the smile faded 
away from his face.  Although the prisoner was sickened that a 
fucking queer was touching his privates, his penis was in heaven.  
It hadn't cum in a long time.  The fact that his dick was so 
excited disgusted him even more.
	"Come on man, stop touching my dick!"
	The hairy chested man with the beard steeled his 
expression, and continued to pump his massive hand over the massive 
piece of meat.
	"God damn it!  Knock it off!  I already said I ain't queer, 
you fuckin faggot!"
	"Faggot, huh? You really use that word entirely too much, 
candy-ass!"  said the hairy chested man with the Beard.  He picked 
up his razor in his right hand, and firmed the grip of his left on 
the victim's cock, right down at it's base.
	Icy terror struck at the prisoner.
	The penis just got harder.  
	"Look here, boy!" said the man with the hairy chest, 
flexing his big bicep and tugging the cock away from the 
prisoner.  "You'll be a fuckin' queer if I say you are.  And the 
sooner you learn that lesson, the better for your friend down 
here.  Got it?"
	The prisoner snapped.  He began struggling wildly with his 
bonds, to no avail, and screaming at the top of his 
lungs:  "HELP!!  ANYBODY!!  SOMEBODY HELP ME!"
	He was silenced, suddenly, when his captor's knee rammed 
mercilessly into his pinned balls.  He was winded and his mouth 
shot open to release a scream of pain, but before the sound could 
come, a rubber ball gag was forced into it, and tightly fastened 
behind his head.  The muffled sounds of his pain would bring no 
help here.  He was obviously in a basement somewhere -- a basement 
that had been converted into someone's private dungeon.  There 
wasn't a window in sight, , but the floor was damp, and the room 
was only lit by a few hanging bulbs.  And, actually, he couldn't 
see the walls.  He began to realize he was in really deep shit.
	"You try somethin' like that again boy, and this game'll 
become for keeps.  Right now, i just want to teach you a few 
things.  Like respecting your fellow man."


		-- TO BE CONTINUED --


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