Cut in the Kudzu

I guess I zoned off listening to the music or something but when my fuel light kicked on I was taken completely by surprise. "Shit..." I muttered. I was in the middle of Georgia, and exits were not plentiful. I limped along for a few miles, riding in neutral as much as possible, when a lonely little blue exit sign said "Gas" and had a single entry.

I sighed in relief and got off the road, only cursing again when the sign said the station was 3.2 miles off the interstate. "Great," I thought. "Some little redneck gas station in the middle of nowhere." I have both arms fully sleeved with tattoos and random other ones elsewhere, and every time I walk into these little redneck places they always stare at me, and while I'm used to people staring, it's a little more intimidating when you're a hundred miles from civilization.

The place was a ramshackle building in a sinkhole being eaten by kudzu. Still, I was coasting on fumes at this point. I pulled up and didn't see anybody around, but the pump came on so I started filling up. While I waited I admired the motorcycles around the side of the building - five shiny Buell bikes. I've never been a big motorcycle person, but they were neat to look at - they were like a cross between the giant Harley road bikes and the little crotch rockets thirty year old fratboys get thinking chicks will somehow be impressed by them.

I finished filling up and went in to pay. The mostly toothless woman sitting behind the corner made change, but to my surprise, didn't really stare or anything. "Do you have a bathroom I can use?" I asked; I kinda had to piss.

"Around the corner in the shed," she said. I thanked her and walked around. The shed was mostly overgrown by the kudzu and looked more like an outhouse, but screw it, I had to go. While I was pissing, I heard what sounded like a yelp through the wall. I would have thought nothing of it, but then I heard another, and some laughing. The yelp sounded like the guy was in pain.

I finished and zipped my pants up, then heard another one. Whatever was happening, some guy was definitely not feeling good. Against my better judgement, I went around the back to investigate.

Attached to the back of the bathroom shed was another - they shared the wall the toilets were on, and the other one opened opposite that wall. I peeked around the corner and didn't see anybody, but heard more grunts and more laughter, so moved around and peeked inside the shed, trying not to be seen.

What I did see was five guys. One was butt ass naked except for his boots, up on a table with his legs spread, grimacing in pain. Another was fully clothed and doing something between his legs - it looked like stitching him up. The other three were mostly clothed; two had their shirts off, and were standing around watching. All of them had completely shaven heads and numerous tattoos - I figured they were the owners of the bikes.

Whatever was happening, I figured it wasn't a problem I had to deal with - they weren't killing the guy or anything - so I turned to go. Just as I rounded the corner to go back to the car, a hand clasped around my shoulder and spun me around. "Not so fast, buddy."

It was one of the shirtless bikers. He was built pretty well, not too much fat on him - looked like a wrestler. He was maybe thirty five or so, with a goatee and some earrings. "What were you just doing back there?"

"Oh...uh, sorry. I was using the bathroom and heard something that sounded like somebody was hurt, so I just wanted to make sure that, you know, nobody needed help or anything..."

He put his arm around my shoulder. "Well, that was nice of you. Why don't you come on back so we can all thank you for your kind neighborly interest." There's no question mark at the end there because that really wasn't a question. He moved his hand up so he was gripping the back of my neck and sqeezing a bit, and pushed me forward as we walked back around.

The other two guys who had been watching the two in the shed were outside now. "So what's up, chief?" one of them asked the guy with me.

"Apparently this guy heard us and just wanted to make sure everything was okay," he growled. Another came squeal from inside the building. I looked over to see the naked guy and the other one still doing something between his legs - it looked like stitching. It was right then I realized what was going on, and it scared the hell out of me. The thought of it was kinda sexy, though, but in that scary getting-fucked-in-the-ass-by-Satan kind of way.

"Right so, sorry if I disturbed you guys. I...I'll just be on my way..." I stammered, and turned to go.

'Chief,' still firmly ahold of my neck, squoze it tighter and turned me back. "No reason for that yet, buddy. We haven't even gotten to know you yet."

Shit, I thought. They're gonna rob me or something.

"Yeah," said one of the others. "And that lump in your pants looks like it wants to get to know us, too."

And they're going to rape me.

"Why don't you just come on inside here?" Chief led me in the building and I could see that the naked guy was definitely getting his groin stiched up. Chief held an arm out, gesturing to the guy. "Joey here's just getting his initiation into the pack, here."

He looked at me like he wanted me to say something. "Um. Congratulations, Joey."

Joey looked at me, his eyes narrowed. "Thanks." He spoke tersely, not that I could blame him. If my testicles were lying on a dish on the table next to me and some guy was sewing up my scrotum I wouldn't be all that interesting in speaking either.

Chief, now standing behind me, put his hands on my hips and pulled me into him, leaning over and speaking into my ear. "Well, now that you've seen our little initiation ceremony, it's only fair you should join in the celebration here." His left hand moved around to my crotch and started kneading my dick through my shorts.

My heart was pounding. This was some seriously fucked up shit, but I was as turned on by it as I was scared. "Sure, I guess." I could deal with the sex and all - at this point I just wanted to get out with my testicles intact.

"Then you won't be needing this shirt then," said the other shirtless guy. He whipped out a switchblade. Chief put me in an armlock, his arms going under my armpits and his hands behind my head. The guy came up to me with a knife and cut down the center of my shirt from top to bottom. Chief released me and pulled off the tatters of the shirt, throwing them to the floor.

"Nice," he commented, looking me over. The other two were staring appreciatively. I work out a lot; I try to keep myself in good shape. "Let's get those shorts off." I didn't want more of my clothing ruined so I shucked them pretty fast, stepping out of them and kicking them in the corner with the remains of my t-shirt. "Oh, yeah."

Chief came up behind me and started grinding into my ass, playing with my tits and kissing the back of my neck. "You're one sexy bitch," he whispered in my ear. The other shirtless guy dropped to his knees and started licking my cockhead, moving to a full blowjob.

I tried to keep my eyes open through all this, watching the guy finished getting stiched up and the other wash them both. His empty scrotum didn't hang too low from his turgid dick, and as soon as the the other guy taped a bandage to the stitched wound he started playing with it a little.

Right about then Chief decided it was time to go a little further and pushed me over to a workbench, pushing me down over it by by neck. "Grab the other side of the table," he told me, and I tried to relax my ass.

Good thing, too, because he didn't go in easy. His cock felt thick as hell, and he didn't waste time going all the way in. He pounded me relentlessly, but after a few minutes it wasn't enough, so he had my on the floor on all fours. He kneeled behind me and the other shirtless man, cock out, kneeled in front as well. He didn't have balls either, which made me wonder if any of these guys did, which made me wonder if I still would when they were done with me. Even weirder, in addition to his balls being gone, his cockhead was too.

He shoved it into my mouth and I took it, now getting into the scene. I licked him voraciously, feeling the scar from where his balls had been with my tongue, running it over the rough flesh on the end of his dick. The end seemed especially sensitive, so I paid more attention to it. That brought him off quickly, and he was pushed out of the way by another of the men, who had now stripped down. This one had even less then the other; his penis had been reduced to an inch long, but rock hard, little stump.

Soon after the stumpy guy had hit the rhythm with Chief, giving when Chief thrust and pushing back when Chief backed up, the man in my ass blew his load. I could feel it fill with the hot sticky sperm, and Chief slurped his cock out. He was replaced by the doctor, who went in as hard as Chief had. Chief came around to the front and I could see that he was like the first guy I blew - no balls, no cockhead.

Stubby finally blew and the last guy in the chain was the one who had just been castrated. The guy behind me blew his load and pulled out, leaving just the guy who was just cut. I was really getting into this now; my cock was hard and dripping. This had become a pretty hot scene, and became even hotter when I felt somebody playing with my dangling balls. I spread my legs a little more and whoever it was kept fondling them.

Briefly, I wondered again if they were going to castrate me, and this time was sure they would. I wasn't afraid of it now, but instead turned on - having my balls cut off by a bunch of eunuch bikers...the thought was intense.

The young guy blew and was replaced by Chief, who had washed himself off in the sink and was ready for another go. I took him in my mouth, aggressively this time, licking and sucking away. Chief grabbed the back of my head and began facefucking me, moaning and grunting, "Oh, yeah!" all the way.

I felt both my legs gripped and held still by strong hands. I didn't struggle. This is it, I thought to myself. They are going to cut my balls off. I'm going to leave here without my nuts, if I leave here at all.

It started with a flick of air across the back of my nutsac, and then a few moments later the pain. I moaned from the pain, but Chief said to me, "Don't think about the pain. Think about the cock in your mouth. Don't think about anything else." I went at him even harder, even as the pain intensified. I was unwilling to show weakness here, I would not moan out in pain.

I could feel my left nut being worked out of my sac. I could smell burning meat; he must have been using a cauterizer. One nut was left to hang out the back of my scrotum while he went after the other, and I kept on Chief's cock, becoming delerious from the pain. My life had become the cock in my mouth, my throbbing erection, and the pain in my groin.

He got the other testicle out and left it to dangle with the other. Another cock entered my ass. Chief pulled out of my mouth and got down near me. "You have to cum, boy. When you cum, off come your balls, and the pain won't be nearly so bad anymore. Cum, boy!" He slid under me and took my cock into his mouth. Between that and the one in my ass, I couldn't take it for long, and within seconds was spurting out hot gooey jets all over Chief's mouth and face.

Just at the first thrust, one last final burst of pain as the last cords were cut and my balls plopped onto Chief's forehead. I came even more, until when I was finally done it was all I could do to roll over on my back, close my eyes, and pant. I opened them just in time to see Chief hold one up above his mouth like a piece of popcorn, drop it in, chew a few times, and swallow it.

"Juicy. A little salty," he commented. The doctor guy got back down at my feet and spread my legs apart. I didn't have the energy to fight him, even if I wanted to. I felt the little pricks in my scrotum as he sewed me up, almost nothing after the intensity of the cuts.

Chief leaned down and gave me a hand up. The muscles in his arm and chest bulged as he pulled me to my feet and held me steady while I got my bearings. I was coming back to normal now, and the pain in my groin grew a bit.

"Too bad we don't have time to get rid of that dick for ya," he said, smiling. "You make for a good fuck." He tossed me my pants. I pulled them on and looked up to see him looking through my wallet. "This your address?" I nodded affirmative. "Three months from today we'll be there. You had better be there, too."

The other bikers had already dressed. Chief pulled his jeans on and started fastening his leathers on. "Are...are you going to cut my dick off then?" I asked him.

"You sound like you want it cut off, boy." He leaned in so close I could feel his breath on my face. "I think you do."

I stared at the floor, partially ashamed, partially in submission. "Mount up, boys," he called to the rest of the gang. As he walked out the door, he stopped for a moment, turned, and said, "You'll look good without that dick attached."

A few minutes later, I got back in my car, found another shirt, and got on the road. The pain in my groin was fading, but all I could think about was what would happen three months later...