Wednesday, October 30, 2013
Nuts meet rail
The agony when a skateboarder crushes his tender boy balls against a hard, cold, metal rail.
Tuesday, October 29, 2013
Thursday, October 24, 2013
Brian's First Match
It was Brian's first match. Dressing in white to demonstrate his sense of sportsmanship and fairplay, and betraying the naivete of youth, he strides proudly into the ring and reaches out to shake hands with his older opponent, Dirty Dave.
Instead of reciprocating Brian's friendly gesture, Dirty Dave shows how he gained his nickname by delivering a sharp, swift kick to Brian's vulnerable boy balls.
Unbelievable pain explodes from Brian's young, tender, balls as his knees buckle and his hands automatically reach to clutch his traumatized testicles. The audience gasps and the referee cringes as the audible thud of a boot smashing into nerve-filled testicular tissue rings out.
His world and bulging plums shattered by inhumane pain, Brian collapses to one knee, as sickening nausea rises into his gut. All his strength spent on resisting the urge to puke and pass out, Brian's first match comes to an end with him unable to wrestle. In the end, the naive young man had to be carried out of the ring, hugging himself and nursing his aching, swollen balls in agony.
Friday, October 18, 2013
Thursday, October 17, 2013
Tuesday, October 15, 2013
Saturday, October 12, 2013
Nael - Shawshank Redemption 2
Story Contribution from Nael
Shawshank Redemption 2: Andy's Revenge
Andy Dufresne had been busy these past five years. The white beaches and his new found Mexican freedom removed many years off of his face. He began to live life anew and yet there was still something holding him, clenching his gut. He tried many things: religion, yoga, meditation...even mother fucking incense candles... so that in some way he could just forgive those who wronged him at Shawshank, and forget all those decades he spent getting raped and working a hole through the walls of that unholy place. The thousands he garnered from his 'service' at Shawshank prison where of no interest to him. All that could really release him from himself were the few selected Mexican women he paid for sex and the company of his old and dear friend, Red.
Andy understood that he was institutionalized. Even though, to this day, inmates at Shawshank swore by his free spirit, but in his heart he knew he was not free. He put up a good face and whisked all those warm skinned women with a deadly smile, but eventually he just couldn't commit to a relationship.
Too much had gone under the bridge. There was just too much history. How could anyone connect with him, he thought.
But Red had always been there. Having a cold beer on a roof top with him would calm him down, he always knew. Clutching the bottles, both sat on the roof of their home, near the beach, watching the sun set. They knew too much about each other so it was not surprising for either of them to pass hours just sitting silently, enjoying the slow drowsy heat of the Mexican sun, until there was something worthy to discuss.
"Hadley's out." Red said, breaking the silence.
"Who?... the captain of the prison guards?...really?... how?... who told you?"
"Barney called... he's in Florida these days... he told me... Hadley got some pull with the courts or somethin' plus he got some money too, that YOU helped him get... remember?"
"But he killed those inmates, he shouldn't be out...uh, you know what, I don't give a shit... I have Mexico" Andy said pointing to the sun.
Another 15 minutes passed in silence.
"cut his balls off... motherfucker" Andy suddenly murmured to himself, desperately trying to swallow the anger.
"well ...you could, you know?" Red said, his eyes fixed at the sun so not to let Andy see the desire for revenge burning in his eyes.
"huh?"
"My pappy always told me, 'you can neva get nof honey out o' the jar just by dippin' yo finger in... you gotta curl it and scoop it out.'"
"meaning?"
"Tell Barney to somehow get Hadley to know where we are. i'm sure he'd come sniffin by. he needs to set a score with you. and when he's here... you can snip him." chuckled Red.
"he's gonna tell the police." Andy said plainly.
"that washed up low life shit smelling rat of a cop... NO!... his mother doesn't believe him now."
Silence sets in again. Probably they became telepathically connected, figuring out the exact details of their plan. Andy, before going to bed, called Barney to have him give a little 'heads up' to the former convicted murderous prison guard.
Weeks pass by and there is no news of Hadley. Barney called up Andy and told him that just after getting the news from him, Hadley disappeared.
"He's coming right here." Andy said emotionlessly to Red.
"let him... I am hungry, going to get some eggs and fish... you need somethin'?"
Andy shook his head slightly."No."
Red knew in an instant that Andy was concerned, however not upset. He knew that Andy could take care of himself. And if chance came, he could take care of Andy as Andy would do for him. They had protected each other, strength upon strength, when they were in prison and even as free men. While walking on the dusty pavement, Red remembered the moments they both shared while showering together. Andy responded so well to the naked, trusting and faithful touch of Red's black built chest briskly gliding over his back. He remembered the embraces, that need not to be given a meaning or be confined in a label of a relationship. He loved him, more than a friend but not like that of a brother. It was something else, something he hadn't heard of, something that the priests at the local church would shudder to define. Red's hung phallus needed no training that morning in the confined shower. It naturally needed to go into Andy's accepting anus to seal the form of friendship they had. That was the first day Andy actually started breathing again. With every thrust of Red's member, Andy felt pain and pleasure and the feeling that he was alive and that someone in this world cared of how much pain and pleasure he was feeling. The wounds of Shawshank started to fill with every tear that came down Andy's cheek, concealed in the water that drizzling upon his face, proving to him that he was not alone, he doesn't have to be alone and that there was at least one man in this world who wouldn't con or hurt him. For some reason Andy and Red considered the events at the shower as metaphysical and hence, part of their shared consciousness and not of the real world or their real lives. There was no reason to discuss them. Red read the bible every day and didn't hesitate or lower his voice when it talked of how the homosexuals will burn in hell. Neither he nor Andy were homosexuals. He just... loved Andy, a lot.
Red ransacked his pockets while thinking of Andy, and found that the bunch of shrivelled up Pesos was still at home. He turned on his heels and walked back to the house to find Hadley unaware of his presence, pointing a gun at Andy's head. Red crashed a pot of begonias on to his head and rendered him unconscious.
Without saying a word Red staggered towards Andy and gave him a hug. With the language of the eyes he asked him if he was alright. Both now towered above the faint muscular giant that had no idea of what was coming to him.
Hadley hadn't been a good man. The reason he first used Andy for his 'banker' skills was to get the share of inheritance of his dead brother without tax cuts. He didn't just kill people, he battered them to death. Many inmates wanted him dead and a greater still feared his return to the prison.
Andy and Red tied his hands and feet wide apart, while he was still unconscious. For the first time in many years, Andy felt a power in his guts and he let anger gush through the veins of his head. Hadley had to pay. Nothing else mattered. Like a wolf he circled the tied up 6'8" 350 pounder muscle man, his eyes fixed, thinking rapidly of when to begin and how to begin.
Red dug up an old baseball bat. He couldn't wait to beat him any longer.
"WAIT!" Andy yelled."I want him to be awake... so that he knows what's happening to him."
Hadley had a sharp pain in his head. He opened his eyes wide to find his limbs tied on either side of a worn out bed and two figures that slowly materialized. he quickly recognized them.
"I am gonna Fuck you Andy... you mother fucker... beat you to a motherfucking pulp... get... these ...OFF!", Hadley yelled as he tried to free his hands.
Andy didn't listen to him. he was in control of what would happen in this room tonight. Even Red recognized and feared the look on Andy's face... the look Andy gave when he wanted everything done the way he wanted. the look of silent, sharp and absolute domination.
"take his clothes off" Andy told Red. "Leave his tighty-whities on."
"Don't touch me you motherfucking nigger... I am gonna make you dance and shine my shoes once I am done squeezing the fat of Andy's fucking head... motherFUCKER!!!", yelled the muscled man.
Red tore of his clothes and threw the rags away. Andy sat by Hadley's side, and in a sophisticated manner took off the spectacles he was wearing and sighed.
"Captain... Remember Gil Dilbert?... you killed him by hammering your baton on his face... In that moment while listening to him getting killed, I wondered what an oaf you are... see, you wanna cause a man some real pain you hit him in the place that really matters... You have a pulsating muscular neck, big biceps and these rippling muscular thighs but they don't define your identity as a man... its these that do."
With that Andy grabbed and twisted Captain Hadley's man balls and squeezed them with all the might he could muster in his arm. He could feel the captain was well endowed and his plums where the size of two pulsating eggs inside his ball sac. Hadley was in sheer pain. Instinctively, he tried to close his massive thighs to provide some protection for the fruits of his loin but to no avail. His legs were clamped too far part. With another tug that Andy gave his balls, the pain which hovered in his lower abdomen now shot up like lightning bolt, through his guts, his heart, his throat and then entered his brain. His eyes shut with pain now jarred open suddenly, like a crude silent brief prayer to his god for a miracle of mercy, but he knew no one will save him today. Andy was now his god. He gave him pain and only he could take it back.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH....OOHH...AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!... please stop... God! MOTHERFUCKER!.....AAAHHHHH... I AM GONNA FUCK YOU... YOU SEE!"
With a THWACK came another blow.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH....AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH... please stop... please ... PLEASE!!!"
"Captain Hadley... begging? I didn't know it was in you to beg to someone, to stop hurting your girls down there... does that remind you of something?... does it remind you of the countless who begged before you, for their lives... Did you stop?... I am asking you, DID YOU FUCKING STOP??!!!!"
Hadley could only beg. he wanted an angel to carry him away from this place. he also knew that angels don't carry devils.
"Yeah keep begging Cap, I like the way you beg... keep begging and tell me in how many ways men begged before you but you couldn't listen!!"
With that Andy pulled the baseball bat from Red's hands and used it to play golf with Captain Hadley's golf balls. THWAR-RCK!!!
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH....AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH...AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH... please... please"
Hadley started crying. He couldn't even turn his face to keep his dignity from rolling down his cheeks in front on Andy. His new god had refused to bestow mercy on him.
"Keep his feet tied. Get him up straight" Andy commanded Red.
Red quickly untied a rope, and with a set of pulleys raised the limp body of the Captain, like sails are rigged up a ship's mast.
"Get me the steel ball." Andy told Red
Andy held the chain from one end and on the other there was a heavy steel ball hanging freely. Swinging the ball and fanning it into a gyroscope of promising pain, he admired the view in front of him. Captain Hadley's hard muscular naked body, with his sweat glistening in the moon light, that peeped in from under the door. His back muscles tightened so he could relief his over stretched arms from bearing all his weight. His jock strap was drenched in sweat and is big meaty buttocks quivered with fear and exhaustion. His coat of chest hair retained some sweat from rolling down into his jock strap that contained his bruised squealing manhood. Surprisingly, the rancid smell of Hadley's sweat aroused Andy.
"give us a good scream buddy."
Andy blasted the revolving ball into Hadley's groin.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH...UUUAAAHHHHAAAAA...UUUUAAAHHHHAAA...AAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!.... I'll go... I'll never come back... I promise..."
THUDD!!!
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH....AAAAAAAAAAHHHHH...AAAHH...please stop...stop... how much money do you need?... tell me?... how much?"
THWACK!!!
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH... please.. please... what do you want...please."
"I am getting what I want... the pleasure to see you in pain"
THRRRAAAKK!!!
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!... please please stop...stop"
Hadley began to pant.
"Hey Red, Caps leakin' his jizz", Andy chuckled.
Strings of translucent pre-ejaculate started to leave his wet and damp jockstrap. Andy took a knife from the shelf and tore the jockstrap off. Lo and behold. Captain Hadley, thought now strapped to a pole like a neutered bull, was a man's man. a full tuft of blond and brown pubic hair engulfed his heavy uncut penis with its glans peeping out of his foreskin and oozing crystalline pre cum. Below his penis was a set of large swollen testicles trapped in the softest skin of his scrotum. Andy held them in his palms as Hadley whimpered, anticipating more pain. His magnificent cum filled globes moved about, drooping and constricting themselves in his ball sac, like a pair of lion cubs trapped in a poachers net trying desperately to escape. Hadley regretted not having children, fooling around with prostitutes and even masturbation. if only he could put all that wasted semen to good use. the line of his ancestors began to die with the death of his balls.
"Which nut you like the most?... the right one?", Andy said, whipping a stick on the right testicle, "or the left one?" then whipping the left hanging testicle.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH... AAAAhhh... please... let ... me...go", Hadley begged.
"the left one is bigger... we save the right one... the left one it is... "Andy said, after inspecting the worn out sac. His face inches away, to get a whiff of the intoxicating man stench emanating from his pubes.
He harnessed Hadley's right testicle to his thigh with the torn jockstrap and let the left one hanging free. with a broken pool stick he began to strike the loose left testicle. with every blow it spun inside Hadley's nut sac and ricocheted between his thighs and rebounded with his iron buttocks. with every agonizing whip, his testicle inflated to a size of a potato.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH... GOD... AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH... WHY?...WHY?... WHY?...AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH...AAAAAAAAAAAAHH... AAAAAAHH... WHY?", cried Hadley, each yelp came from his soul. there was nothing fake about Hadley tonight, it was guaranteed that whatever came out of his mouth, came out with all honesty.
"Why?...", yelled Andy,"Why?...you still don't know why...?"
Hadley was in too much pain. He didn't know anything anymore. He just wanted to heal. in response to Andy's question he uttered a word that Andy hated, even before he went prison.
"No. I don't know...I don't know why... please... "
"Then I will teach you why after I CUT some loose meat OFF OF YOU!!!!"
with that Andy turned around, grabbed the knife and place it at the base of his dangling testicle.
"say goodbye to that nut, Cap" Andy yelled from between his teeth.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAhHH ... Please... AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH.... HELP... HHHHEEEEELLLLLP!!!... HE'S CUTTING IT OFF... AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!!!"
"ANDY!!!... STTTTTTTTTTTTTTTOOPPP!!!...STOP" cried Red from behind."Just Stop, for a moment."
Hadley urinated all over the floor in fear and began to cry.
"He's gonna bleed out... He'll bleed out in 7 minutes and then he'll die", yelled Red, trying to put some sense into Andy.
"we'll throw him in the sea"
"I don't care about what you do to that motherfucker or his funny bits... if he dies you'll become Hadley and he'll become the inmate he mercilessly battered to death... don't become him... you are my friend... come back to me... come back to the memory of your dead wife... come back. Don't go... there."
"But... He... deserves it"
"Let it go...you have put him in hell... his nads look like the fucking antichrist... the god damn Jews found more pity with fucking Hitler then he did with you in the past two hours...come on."
Andy never hated Red that much than at that moment. He also knew he was right.
With one swipe of the knife he cut Hadley's harnesses. Hadley crashed on the ground and caressed his balls delicately, inspecting the damage. His balls hurt and there was a humiliatingly large difference between the size of his battered left testicle and his right.
"FUCK YOU" Hadley yelled, while on his knees and clutching his balls, "I am GONNA FUCK YOU BOTH, MOTHERFUCKERS."
Andy turned in anger and gave a power kick to his balls.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"
The pain was too much. Hadley's pelvic muscles had a reflex so profoundly that Hadley felt his penis erecting in a flash and squirting out a hot batch of his man fluid all over the floor.
Panting heavily and groping his aching balls Hadley crawled into the darkest corner of the room where his nakedness could find some shelter and began to sob.
"I'll sell you to the burro show owners tomorrow. they are looking for men these days. men squeal better... after the donkey sees your donkey balls, it would want to mount you." Andy yelled at the 'once-a-man'. This time Hadley said nothing back.
After selling Hadley to Juarez for 50 Pasos, Andy and Red took their boat out to the sea. Andy realized that it would take some time to escape from the Shawshank prison he created in his head. Red would always be there to make him breathe again.
Red came from behind Andy and wrapped his arms around him. Andy felt something hard against his buttocks but chose to ignore it.
"Let me love you. Don't ignore how I look at you. Don't ignore how you feel about me. I won't trap you", Red exclaimed passionately.
"What are you doing?... What are WE doing?... I have nowhere to go..."
"Shhhhhhh", told Red while tightening his hug around him. "I love you."
Andy looked back at Red, slipped his shorts down, parted his cheeks and finally let someone in his heart. "I love you too."
Shawshank Redemption 2: Andy's Revenge
Andy Dufresne had been busy these past five years. The white beaches and his new found Mexican freedom removed many years off of his face. He began to live life anew and yet there was still something holding him, clenching his gut. He tried many things: religion, yoga, meditation...even mother fucking incense candles... so that in some way he could just forgive those who wronged him at Shawshank, and forget all those decades he spent getting raped and working a hole through the walls of that unholy place. The thousands he garnered from his 'service' at Shawshank prison where of no interest to him. All that could really release him from himself were the few selected Mexican women he paid for sex and the company of his old and dear friend, Red.
Andy understood that he was institutionalized. Even though, to this day, inmates at Shawshank swore by his free spirit, but in his heart he knew he was not free. He put up a good face and whisked all those warm skinned women with a deadly smile, but eventually he just couldn't commit to a relationship.
Too much had gone under the bridge. There was just too much history. How could anyone connect with him, he thought.
But Red had always been there. Having a cold beer on a roof top with him would calm him down, he always knew. Clutching the bottles, both sat on the roof of their home, near the beach, watching the sun set. They knew too much about each other so it was not surprising for either of them to pass hours just sitting silently, enjoying the slow drowsy heat of the Mexican sun, until there was something worthy to discuss.
"Hadley's out." Red said, breaking the silence.
"Who?... the captain of the prison guards?...really?... how?... who told you?"
"Barney called... he's in Florida these days... he told me... Hadley got some pull with the courts or somethin' plus he got some money too, that YOU helped him get... remember?"
"But he killed those inmates, he shouldn't be out...uh, you know what, I don't give a shit... I have Mexico" Andy said pointing to the sun.
Another 15 minutes passed in silence.
"cut his balls off... motherfucker" Andy suddenly murmured to himself, desperately trying to swallow the anger.
"well ...you could, you know?" Red said, his eyes fixed at the sun so not to let Andy see the desire for revenge burning in his eyes.
"huh?"
"My pappy always told me, 'you can neva get nof honey out o' the jar just by dippin' yo finger in... you gotta curl it and scoop it out.'"
"meaning?"
"Tell Barney to somehow get Hadley to know where we are. i'm sure he'd come sniffin by. he needs to set a score with you. and when he's here... you can snip him." chuckled Red.
"he's gonna tell the police." Andy said plainly.
"that washed up low life shit smelling rat of a cop... NO!... his mother doesn't believe him now."
Silence sets in again. Probably they became telepathically connected, figuring out the exact details of their plan. Andy, before going to bed, called Barney to have him give a little 'heads up' to the former convicted murderous prison guard.
Weeks pass by and there is no news of Hadley. Barney called up Andy and told him that just after getting the news from him, Hadley disappeared.
"He's coming right here." Andy said emotionlessly to Red.
"let him... I am hungry, going to get some eggs and fish... you need somethin'?"
Andy shook his head slightly."No."
Red knew in an instant that Andy was concerned, however not upset. He knew that Andy could take care of himself. And if chance came, he could take care of Andy as Andy would do for him. They had protected each other, strength upon strength, when they were in prison and even as free men. While walking on the dusty pavement, Red remembered the moments they both shared while showering together. Andy responded so well to the naked, trusting and faithful touch of Red's black built chest briskly gliding over his back. He remembered the embraces, that need not to be given a meaning or be confined in a label of a relationship. He loved him, more than a friend but not like that of a brother. It was something else, something he hadn't heard of, something that the priests at the local church would shudder to define. Red's hung phallus needed no training that morning in the confined shower. It naturally needed to go into Andy's accepting anus to seal the form of friendship they had. That was the first day Andy actually started breathing again. With every thrust of Red's member, Andy felt pain and pleasure and the feeling that he was alive and that someone in this world cared of how much pain and pleasure he was feeling. The wounds of Shawshank started to fill with every tear that came down Andy's cheek, concealed in the water that drizzling upon his face, proving to him that he was not alone, he doesn't have to be alone and that there was at least one man in this world who wouldn't con or hurt him. For some reason Andy and Red considered the events at the shower as metaphysical and hence, part of their shared consciousness and not of the real world or their real lives. There was no reason to discuss them. Red read the bible every day and didn't hesitate or lower his voice when it talked of how the homosexuals will burn in hell. Neither he nor Andy were homosexuals. He just... loved Andy, a lot.
Red ransacked his pockets while thinking of Andy, and found that the bunch of shrivelled up Pesos was still at home. He turned on his heels and walked back to the house to find Hadley unaware of his presence, pointing a gun at Andy's head. Red crashed a pot of begonias on to his head and rendered him unconscious.
Without saying a word Red staggered towards Andy and gave him a hug. With the language of the eyes he asked him if he was alright. Both now towered above the faint muscular giant that had no idea of what was coming to him.
Hadley hadn't been a good man. The reason he first used Andy for his 'banker' skills was to get the share of inheritance of his dead brother without tax cuts. He didn't just kill people, he battered them to death. Many inmates wanted him dead and a greater still feared his return to the prison.
Andy and Red tied his hands and feet wide apart, while he was still unconscious. For the first time in many years, Andy felt a power in his guts and he let anger gush through the veins of his head. Hadley had to pay. Nothing else mattered. Like a wolf he circled the tied up 6'8" 350 pounder muscle man, his eyes fixed, thinking rapidly of when to begin and how to begin.
Red dug up an old baseball bat. He couldn't wait to beat him any longer.
"WAIT!" Andy yelled."I want him to be awake... so that he knows what's happening to him."
Hadley had a sharp pain in his head. He opened his eyes wide to find his limbs tied on either side of a worn out bed and two figures that slowly materialized. he quickly recognized them.
"I am gonna Fuck you Andy... you mother fucker... beat you to a motherfucking pulp... get... these ...OFF!", Hadley yelled as he tried to free his hands.
Andy didn't listen to him. he was in control of what would happen in this room tonight. Even Red recognized and feared the look on Andy's face... the look Andy gave when he wanted everything done the way he wanted. the look of silent, sharp and absolute domination.
"take his clothes off" Andy told Red. "Leave his tighty-whities on."
"Don't touch me you motherfucking nigger... I am gonna make you dance and shine my shoes once I am done squeezing the fat of Andy's fucking head... motherFUCKER!!!", yelled the muscled man.
Red tore of his clothes and threw the rags away. Andy sat by Hadley's side, and in a sophisticated manner took off the spectacles he was wearing and sighed.
"Captain... Remember Gil Dilbert?... you killed him by hammering your baton on his face... In that moment while listening to him getting killed, I wondered what an oaf you are... see, you wanna cause a man some real pain you hit him in the place that really matters... You have a pulsating muscular neck, big biceps and these rippling muscular thighs but they don't define your identity as a man... its these that do."
With that Andy grabbed and twisted Captain Hadley's man balls and squeezed them with all the might he could muster in his arm. He could feel the captain was well endowed and his plums where the size of two pulsating eggs inside his ball sac. Hadley was in sheer pain. Instinctively, he tried to close his massive thighs to provide some protection for the fruits of his loin but to no avail. His legs were clamped too far part. With another tug that Andy gave his balls, the pain which hovered in his lower abdomen now shot up like lightning bolt, through his guts, his heart, his throat and then entered his brain. His eyes shut with pain now jarred open suddenly, like a crude silent brief prayer to his god for a miracle of mercy, but he knew no one will save him today. Andy was now his god. He gave him pain and only he could take it back.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH....OOHH...AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!... please stop... God! MOTHERFUCKER!.....AAAHHHHH... I AM GONNA FUCK YOU... YOU SEE!"
With a THWACK came another blow.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH....AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH... please stop... please ... PLEASE!!!"
"Captain Hadley... begging? I didn't know it was in you to beg to someone, to stop hurting your girls down there... does that remind you of something?... does it remind you of the countless who begged before you, for their lives... Did you stop?... I am asking you, DID YOU FUCKING STOP??!!!!"
Hadley could only beg. he wanted an angel to carry him away from this place. he also knew that angels don't carry devils.
"Yeah keep begging Cap, I like the way you beg... keep begging and tell me in how many ways men begged before you but you couldn't listen!!"
With that Andy pulled the baseball bat from Red's hands and used it to play golf with Captain Hadley's golf balls. THWAR-RCK!!!
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH....AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH...AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH... please... please"
Hadley started crying. He couldn't even turn his face to keep his dignity from rolling down his cheeks in front on Andy. His new god had refused to bestow mercy on him.
"Keep his feet tied. Get him up straight" Andy commanded Red.
Red quickly untied a rope, and with a set of pulleys raised the limp body of the Captain, like sails are rigged up a ship's mast.
"Get me the steel ball." Andy told Red
Andy held the chain from one end and on the other there was a heavy steel ball hanging freely. Swinging the ball and fanning it into a gyroscope of promising pain, he admired the view in front of him. Captain Hadley's hard muscular naked body, with his sweat glistening in the moon light, that peeped in from under the door. His back muscles tightened so he could relief his over stretched arms from bearing all his weight. His jock strap was drenched in sweat and is big meaty buttocks quivered with fear and exhaustion. His coat of chest hair retained some sweat from rolling down into his jock strap that contained his bruised squealing manhood. Surprisingly, the rancid smell of Hadley's sweat aroused Andy.
"give us a good scream buddy."
Andy blasted the revolving ball into Hadley's groin.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH...UUUAAAHHHHAAAAA...UUUUAAAHHHHAAA...AAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!.... I'll go... I'll never come back... I promise..."
THUDD!!!
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH....AAAAAAAAAAHHHHH...AAAHH...please stop...stop... how much money do you need?... tell me?... how much?"
THWACK!!!
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH... please.. please... what do you want...please."
"I am getting what I want... the pleasure to see you in pain"
THRRRAAAKK!!!
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!... please please stop...stop"
Hadley began to pant.
"Hey Red, Caps leakin' his jizz", Andy chuckled.
Strings of translucent pre-ejaculate started to leave his wet and damp jockstrap. Andy took a knife from the shelf and tore the jockstrap off. Lo and behold. Captain Hadley, thought now strapped to a pole like a neutered bull, was a man's man. a full tuft of blond and brown pubic hair engulfed his heavy uncut penis with its glans peeping out of his foreskin and oozing crystalline pre cum. Below his penis was a set of large swollen testicles trapped in the softest skin of his scrotum. Andy held them in his palms as Hadley whimpered, anticipating more pain. His magnificent cum filled globes moved about, drooping and constricting themselves in his ball sac, like a pair of lion cubs trapped in a poachers net trying desperately to escape. Hadley regretted not having children, fooling around with prostitutes and even masturbation. if only he could put all that wasted semen to good use. the line of his ancestors began to die with the death of his balls.
"Which nut you like the most?... the right one?", Andy said, whipping a stick on the right testicle, "or the left one?" then whipping the left hanging testicle.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH... AAAAhhh... please... let ... me...go", Hadley begged.
"the left one is bigger... we save the right one... the left one it is... "Andy said, after inspecting the worn out sac. His face inches away, to get a whiff of the intoxicating man stench emanating from his pubes.
He harnessed Hadley's right testicle to his thigh with the torn jockstrap and let the left one hanging free. with a broken pool stick he began to strike the loose left testicle. with every blow it spun inside Hadley's nut sac and ricocheted between his thighs and rebounded with his iron buttocks. with every agonizing whip, his testicle inflated to a size of a potato.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH... GOD... AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH... WHY?...WHY?... WHY?...AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH...AAAAAAAAAAAAHH... AAAAAAHH... WHY?", cried Hadley, each yelp came from his soul. there was nothing fake about Hadley tonight, it was guaranteed that whatever came out of his mouth, came out with all honesty.
"Why?...", yelled Andy,"Why?...you still don't know why...?"
Hadley was in too much pain. He didn't know anything anymore. He just wanted to heal. in response to Andy's question he uttered a word that Andy hated, even before he went prison.
"No. I don't know...I don't know why... please... "
"Then I will teach you why after I CUT some loose meat OFF OF YOU!!!!"
with that Andy turned around, grabbed the knife and place it at the base of his dangling testicle.
"say goodbye to that nut, Cap" Andy yelled from between his teeth.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAhHH ... Please... AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH.... HELP... HHHHEEEEELLLLLP!!!... HE'S CUTTING IT OFF... AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!!!"
"ANDY!!!... STTTTTTTTTTTTTTTOOPPP!!!...STOP" cried Red from behind."Just Stop, for a moment."
Hadley urinated all over the floor in fear and began to cry.
"He's gonna bleed out... He'll bleed out in 7 minutes and then he'll die", yelled Red, trying to put some sense into Andy.
"we'll throw him in the sea"
"I don't care about what you do to that motherfucker or his funny bits... if he dies you'll become Hadley and he'll become the inmate he mercilessly battered to death... don't become him... you are my friend... come back to me... come back to the memory of your dead wife... come back. Don't go... there."
"But... He... deserves it"
"Let it go...you have put him in hell... his nads look like the fucking antichrist... the god damn Jews found more pity with fucking Hitler then he did with you in the past two hours...come on."
Andy never hated Red that much than at that moment. He also knew he was right.
With one swipe of the knife he cut Hadley's harnesses. Hadley crashed on the ground and caressed his balls delicately, inspecting the damage. His balls hurt and there was a humiliatingly large difference between the size of his battered left testicle and his right.
"FUCK YOU" Hadley yelled, while on his knees and clutching his balls, "I am GONNA FUCK YOU BOTH, MOTHERFUCKERS."
Andy turned in anger and gave a power kick to his balls.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"
The pain was too much. Hadley's pelvic muscles had a reflex so profoundly that Hadley felt his penis erecting in a flash and squirting out a hot batch of his man fluid all over the floor.
Panting heavily and groping his aching balls Hadley crawled into the darkest corner of the room where his nakedness could find some shelter and began to sob.
"I'll sell you to the burro show owners tomorrow. they are looking for men these days. men squeal better... after the donkey sees your donkey balls, it would want to mount you." Andy yelled at the 'once-a-man'. This time Hadley said nothing back.
After selling Hadley to Juarez for 50 Pasos, Andy and Red took their boat out to the sea. Andy realized that it would take some time to escape from the Shawshank prison he created in his head. Red would always be there to make him breathe again.
Red came from behind Andy and wrapped his arms around him. Andy felt something hard against his buttocks but chose to ignore it.
"Let me love you. Don't ignore how I look at you. Don't ignore how you feel about me. I won't trap you", Red exclaimed passionately.
"What are you doing?... What are WE doing?... I have nowhere to go..."
"Shhhhhhh", told Red while tightening his hug around him. "I love you."
Andy looked back at Red, slipped his shorts down, parted his cheeks and finally let someone in his heart. "I love you too."
Friday, October 11, 2013
Crushed testicles
A slave gets hauled into the woods, shaved smooth, has his cock and balls tied up and then the fun begins. His dom grabs and crushes the squealing sub's fat, trapped gonads until the pathetic man begs for mercy.
