Blue Balls III

Hill gets what he deserves

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All usual disclaimers apply. This is a work of fiction and any 
similarity to individuals either living or dead is purely 
coincidental. This work should not be read by those under the age 
of 18 or where it is illegal to do so. It is written for the 
reading enjoyment of a select audience.
 
This is the conclusion of the Blue Balls trilogy. It has a preface 
entitled Hill 'n Dale where Hillyer Conover was first introduced. 
As you may remember Hill is standing trial for his attempted murder 
(actually he was just preparing Yann for his larder) when he was 
interrupted by the police. We pick up with his trial.
 
Blue Balls III
Hill’s Just Desserts
By 
Bernie
"Members of the jury, how say you?"
 I watched the jury foreman rise from my seat in the visitor's 
section of the courtroom. In a rumbling voice he stated, "We find 
the defendant, Hillyer Conover, guilty on the first charge murder 
in first degree of Dale Traynor, guilty on the second charge of 
bodily injury with the intent to kill Yann Yeqeme." Having 
pronounced the will of the jury the foreman resumed his seat.
Judge Lambert then asked, "Are all of the jury members in agreement 
on the findings?" The jury panel of twelve all nodded in the 
affirmative. 
"Mister Conover please stand to hear your sentence." Judge Lambert 
continued, "Having been found guilty by a jury of your peers you 
are to be sentenced to successive sentences of life in prison for 
the murder of Dale Traynor, and forty-five years for bodily injury 
with intent kill Yann Yeqeme. I would have preferred to sentence 
you to death for your crimes, but this state in its wisdom has 
abolished the death penalty. In your case I think it is fitting 
that you should live out the rest of your days caged like an animal 
as that is how you treated these two men. I hope God has mercy on 
you, as I feel none for you as you stand before me. Do you have 
anything to say before you are removed to maximum security?"
An uncharacteristically subdued Hill responded, "No your honor."
The judge then concluded the trial by saying, "The court thanks the 
members of the jury for their time and attention during this most 
disturbing trial. You are now free to go and once again I thank you 
and the state thanks you for your service here these last few days. 
Bailiff, please lead Mr. Conover from the room."
That was the last I saw of Hill. But it certainly wasn't the last I 
heard of him. The friend of a friend who had a friend who had just 
gotten out of the Marriette maximum-security prison relayed the 
following events to me.
Hill arrived at the prison with a few other new inmates. He was led 
directly into the "receiving area" where he was told to strip. Hill 
was used to giving the orders and balked at this one. He was 
immediately made aware of how different life would be from here on 
out. When he hesitated to disrobe, a truncheon to the lower back 
reminded him he was no longer in charge. He quickly shed his orange 
prison coveralls as he recovered from being doubled up in pain. He 
was told to step up to the line and spread his legs. The guards 
inspected him carefully, lifting his cock and balls with their 
nightsticks to make certain he had nothing concealed under them. 
Next he was told to bend over and grab his ankles. The same guards 
then, none too carefully, checked his anus with their self-same 
nightsticks to make certain he hadn't hidden anything away from 
their prying eyes. Actually if he had, it would have been rammed so 
far up his colon that the first anyone would know of it would be an 
emergency visit to the prison clinic.
Hill's first week in prison was uneventful as the new guys were 
separated from the general population until they had learned what 
was going to be required of them in the facility. The guards of 
course delivered this orientation. It consisted of do this, don't 
do that, and obey us at all costs. This was of course also the week 
during which the guards really emphasized "obey us at all costs," 
using the new inmates as they saw fit. At least at the end of the 
week all newbies were well broken in and ready for their new roles 
in their new home.
Hill was released into the general population with a new set of 
prison clothes and a sore asshole. He also had a sore disposition 
by this time. Hill was big, standing six foot six inches and 
weighing an equally impressive two hundred thirty five pounds of 
solid muscle. While he was a mean top on the outside, in here 
everything was up for grabs. For the first time he found himself in 
a situation where he was not the one in charge. This was a new 
environment where he would have to flex his muscles to remain on 
top. What he didn't know was that he had a problem, and that 
problem was that everyone in Marriette knew what he was in for, and 
one of the guys he ate was the slave of the top dog of the prison. 
And top dog was very happy to have Hill in his kennel. 
Hill immediately set himself to creating the world he was used to. 
He subdued his smaller cellmate in short order so he had a bedmate 
as well as a cellmate. However, cellmate Fredo was not entirely 
enthralled with this situation, and he let it be known that he 
would just as soon be rid of Hillyer Conover, and the sooner the 
better. Top dog, better known as Derek the Red (not for red hair 
but for spilled blood) had wanted to add Fredo to his cadre for a 
long time. Fredo was influential with a particular Don that Derek 
wanted to do business with. If he could help Fredo, and he could, 
he could help himself as well. And so an alliance was struck which 
would leave Hill really stuck.
Perhaps it was just bad timing for Hill, or perhaps it was divine 
retribution, but the annual awards dinner for the employees of the 
prison was scheduled for the end of the week. A special dinner was 
planned for this occasion and the inmates who worked the kitchen 
prepared it. Derek just happened to be the inmate in charge of the 
kitchen. And Hill just happened to be in the wrong place, with the 
wrong attitude, at the wrong time. 
And so we come to the Friday night before the big awards dinner. 
Hill was showering and cleaning himself up while thinking of the 
fun that he was going to have with Fredo very shortly. He was fully 
lathered and had stroked his thick eight-inch cock to full erection 
and was so engrossed in what he was doing that he never heard his 
company for the evening arrive. Hill turned from the warm wash of 
the water over his cock and balls to find six men, led by Derek, 
standing in a semicircle around him. Somehow he knew they weren't 
there for fun and games. The six rushed him at once. Hill swung his 
fist at the short guy approaching from the right and connected with 
his jaw. Stevie went down for the count, but the others closed in 
and Hill found himself pinioned all too quickly. Derek fastened 
Hill's wrists behind his back with a wire wrap; then, grabbing his 
wrists started to force march Hill backward towards the kitchen 
facilities. Stevie was left to join the festivities when he woke up.
Hill did not go willingly. He screamed at his attackers, "What the 
fuck you doing? Shit, you want to fuck me come on, but remember 
that when I'm free I'm coming after you and I ain't going to be 
gentle."
Derek just let out a laugh while retorting, "Oh we're going to fuck 
you all right, and you're not going to be coming after anybody when 
we're done with you. Remember Vinnie, that dark little Italian kid 
you finished off before you did that fuck Dale? Guess what asshole, 
he was my connection to Don Carlozzo and the finest lay I'd ever 
had in here. He was my boy and when we got out we were going to be 
a great team. But you finished that off. The Don thought I offed 
Vinnie and it took a shitload of convincing him otherwise. Now I've 
got the bastard who caused me the trouble to start with. What you 
think I'm going to do with you? Believe me it is going to be 
fitting to your character." Now Hill knew he was truly and royally 
fucked.
The little group entered the industrial sized kitchen where they 
met up with Fredo. When Hill saw Fredo, he knew he was in deep 
trouble. Derek forced Hill into a sitting position on the kitchen 
floor with his knees tucked up close to his chest. Fredo tied 
Hill's ankles tightly to his thighs and then passing rope under his 
arms at the shoulders bound his chest to the legs as well. When 
done, Hill looked very much like a hog-tied pig, however, pigs 
squeal instead of shouting obscenities. Hill was about to become 
very pig-like in very short order.
Once they had Hill tightly bound Derek passed a four-foot pole 
between Hill's tied ankles and knees. Fredo and Tony then attached 
chains to the ends of the pole and pressing a button Hill was 
lifted from the floor by a winch. As he rose from the floor Hill's 
bound body rotated downward tilting his open ass up toward the 
waiting and now erect men. Fredo stopped Hill's assent when Hill's 
ass had reached crotch height on Derek. Derek shucked off his 
prison fatigues, grabbed a finger full of butter and smeared it on 
his very hard, very large nine-inch cock. Without further ado he 
buried his cock in Hill's ass. Even though he knew what was coming 
Hill let out a scream of pain as Derek tore through his sphincter 
in a single stroke. Using Hill's exposed cock and balls as a handle 
Derek rocked Hill back and forth on his cock. As he tired of that 
little game, he simply squeezed down on Hill's balls while going 
into an overdrive fuck. Hill was screaming in pain from the assault 
on his ass and balls while Derek built up to a blurring speed. 
Derek's body shuddered and with a lion-like roar he deposited his 
load in Hill's pain-filled ass. Derek yanked his cock from Hill’s 
ass and then turned him over to his partners. 
Fredo was next in line. They had to lower Hill a bit on his trapeze 
as Fredo wasn’t as tall as Derek, but he had a thicker cock. Like 
Derek he plugged himself into Hills backside in a single motion. If 
Hill thought Derek had hurt, he wasn’t prepared for what the 
shorter but thicker cock Fredo sported could do. And like Derek, 
Fredo grabbed onto Hill’s balls to add leverage to his thrusts. But 
Fredo planned on taking his time instead of going for a nutbusting 
shoot all at once. He’d had to acquiesce to Hill’s every whim for 
the last few weeks and he was enjoying having the tables turned. 
Fredo set up a leisurely fuck, moving his cock in and out, up and 
down, swinging it in lazy a circle in Hill’s abused ass. He wanted 
Hill to feel every thrust as his cock hit new areas within him. 
Fredo treated him like this for a good twenty minutes, with Hill 
whimpering on each inward thrust. But all good things must come to 
an end, and finally Fredo felt the cum beginning to well up within 
him. He clamped down hard on Hill’s balls and picked up his tempo, 
slamming in and out with abandon, his cock coming all the way out 
of Hill’s ass before slamming it back in. By this time Hill was 
screaming with pain as Fredo mercilessly squeezed his eggs in his 
fist while pistoning up his asshole. Fredo let out a wail of 
pleasure and unloaded his spunk up Hill’s tortured ass. As he 
pulled his cock free, Fredo gave Hill’s balls one last loving 
squeeze, and said, "He’s all yours Stevie."
Stevie took one look at Hill’s ass and said, "Aw shit man, you 
ruined this thing for me. What the hell am I supposed to do with 
his ass after you two reamed him out. Looks like I’ll have to find 
some other fun. Look guys I know what we’re going to do with this 
bastard, but there is something I’ve always wanted to try out on a 
slimeball and I can’t think of a better guy to do it to than him. 
But we gotta reposition him for what I want to do, and then he’ll 
be in just the right position for us to finish him off. Derek, 
knock him out, I don’t want him thrashing around while we retie 
him." 
Derek smiled and did just what Stevie requested. He looped his 
massive fist into the side of Hill’s head and Hill was out for the 
count. The reason Derek smiled is that he knew what Stevie wanted 
to do, and he wanted to watch Stevie do it, and he wanted to listen 
to Hill sing for mercy which would never come. The guys lowered 
Hill’s unconscious body to the floor, removed the rod through his 
legs and the wire wrap binding his wrists behind his back. Then 
they retied his wrists in front of his body, brought his knees back 
up to his chest and bound his wrists to his ankles. Next they 
replaced the rod, this time behind Hills’ knees and through the 
opening provided by his bound wrists at the ankles. Then they 
reattached the chains and once again lifted Hill into the air. This 
time Hill was riding what was known as the parrot’s perch. Once 
again his ass and genitals were easily accessible to anyone who 
wanted to play with them, and Stevie had some very nasty play in 
mind. The partners let Hill hang head down until he came around.
Once Hill was awake, Stevie started to work him to a good erection. 
Hill was hoping that maybe the worst was over since this guy was 
actually making him feel pretty good. He changed his mind when 
Stevie took a couple of wire wraps and cinched one tightly around 
the base of his cock trapping the blood and forcing it to stay rock 
hard. The second wrap went around Hill’s ball sac, close to his 
cock, and tight, but not tight enough to cut off circulation. Next 
Stevie lashed Hills cock down along his balls with yet two more 
wire wraps. The result was that Hill’s very hard cock was now 
angled downward and firmly anchored to his balls. Now this is where 
it got interesting for Hill. Derek attached weights to Hill’s feet 
which rotated him on the parrot’s perch so that he was in a upright 
position which his cock and balls pointing straight down. While 
Derek was repositioning Hill, Stevie wheeled over the rest of his 
apparatus on a rolling table. All he needed was a propane camp 
stove, and a pot of lukewarm water. Working from behind Hill, 
Stevie positioned the pot of water so that Hill’s cock and balls 
were completely immersed, then he slid the camp stove into place 
underneath the pot and ignited the flame. While Hill could hear 
something, he couldn’t see what was happening, but he knew that his 
cock and balls were in water, warm water. Stevie then walked around 
front and told Hill exactly what was going to happen over the next 
half-hour. 
Stevie looked at Hill and said, "What I’ve just done is going to 
hurt you more than you can possibly imagine. Your cock and balls 
are sitting in a pot of water, which is being slowly heated on a 
stove. You can probably already feel the water beginning to get 
warmer. I am going to slowly cook your jewels and then when they 
are done, you are going to eat them."
Hill was stunned. He begged, "Come on guys, you’ve had your fun. 
Now just let me down from here and I won’t be any trouble for you, 
I promise. But please don’t do this." As Hill spoke the water 
perceptibly increased in temperature. It was beginning to become 
uncomfortable, not really painful yet, but he knew that in just a 
little bit of time it would be almost unbearable.
Hill’s assassins just laughed at him and watched him squirm. There 
was nowhere he could go and nowhere he could get away from this 
torment. As the temperature of the water continued to slowly rise, 
Hill started to sweat, and to swear. As the temperature passed 120 
degrees he started to cry and to cook. Water does not have to reach 
boiling to cook meat. Beef is well done when the internal 
temperature reaches 170 degrees, which is just a nice simmer for a 
pot of water. Stevie was a cook who knew how to hold a pot at 
simmer. Hill’s trapped genitals were slowly turning from white to 
red in the hot water, and the sweat was pouring from him as his 
body tried to shed the excess heat transmitted from his cooking 
balls and cock. Hill was almost delirious with pain. After about 
twenty minutes Stevie grabbed a fork and plunged the tines first 
into Hill’s cock then his balls. His cock no longer felt anything, 
it was cooked through and the nerves were dead. However, his left 
ball was not quite to that point yet and the tines of the fork 
added yet another soupcon of misery. Stevie decided to wait another 
five minutes.
When Stevie decided that Hill’s sausage and eggs were done, he 
removed the pot and the stove, and then grabbed a very sharp knife. 
He cut through Hill’s package just below the wire wrap on his cock. 
The cooked meat separated easily from its body. Stevie dropped the 
organs into a small pan and cut the remaining ties. Then he removed 
the balls from their sack. Holding them daintily with a fork he cut 
Hill’s balls into bite size pieces. Spearing one he lifted it to 
Hill’s mouth and said, "Open up, here it comes."
Hill was almost in shock, but vehemently shook his head no. That’s 
when Fredo clamped a hand over Hill’s nose. Hill either had to open 
his mouth to breathe or suffocate. He chose to breathe and got a 
mouthful of his balls to boot. When he tried to spit them out the 
touch of the knife on his sore anus convinced him otherwise. Hill 
dutifully ate his own cock and balls and prayed that that was the 
worst that was going to happen to him. And he was right, because 
once he had his last supper, Derek removed the weights from Hill’s 
ankles, allowed him to once again rotate head down, and then cut 
his throat. For Hill there would be no more pain. However, the guys 
had a bit of work to do to prepare for the upcoming awards banquet. 
They removed Hill from the parrot’s perch and tied him by his 
ankles to the chains and then lifted him upright. They removed his 
head and eviscerated the carcass. Then they set about butchering 
him. Finally all was ready to begin preparations for the banquet.
During the banquet the governor leaned over to the warden and 
said, "I don’t know how your men do it, but this is one of the 
finest meals I’ve ever had. The meat was exceptionally tender and 
flavorful."
The warden replied, "My kitchen staff has always maintained that 
they had some of the finest connections around for obtaining high 
quality meat. And as long as they can come up with dinners like 
this I’m not going to pry."
 
Author's note:
The character of Hill was created when I was asked to do a rather 
nasty little story awhile back. He is a character, who I really 
don't like, yet he has seemed to take on a life of his own. This 
little story ends that life and gets Hillyer Conover out of mine. 
This is the last of what I've come to think of as the Hill 
Chronicles.