Just Four Slices and a Laugh
TESTICLES
[This is adult fiction, and it only happened in my mind. It is not for minors, and it should not be posted at sites they frequent. It is a very short little story; a quick read if you will, and not much more. No plot. No theme. But still, fitting, a gift perhaps, for the reader who needs the quick \'hit\'. As always, feedback is appreciated by the author. If you read it and enjoy it, please take the time and effort to let me know. If you hate it, I\'d like to know that too. Thanks. Please don\'t post this elsewhere or distribute it without the author\'s permisson. nathan9001@yahoo.com]
` Just Four Slices and a Laugh `

I stared, and my heart raced. The young man was around twenty, and they had
him tied well. His legs were pegged out wide, and he was bent over the chair,
and they were holding him, for me, and for my knife. His hands were bound
together, up, high, behind his back and with a loop of rope over his neck, to
keep them up and out of my way. Of course, he was struggling, the way they
always do. I gripped his fat sac anyway, and felt the firmness of his balls,
the hairs on his sac sprouting over it like a miniature forest.

His cock was fat, and jutting down, beneath his legs. He looked back, and
watched me, and then he grunted as I raised my knife and pushed it up against
his balls. He had light brown hair, and deep brown eyes, and I noticed he had
a good growth of hair on his legs. His hole puckered, and his ass tightened.
His nipples were pierced, and he wore the single earring that is so popular
these days. He was a stud, and yet he knew what was coming and he knew it
would happen. I stared at his mustache that he was trying to grow, and then I
looked at his balls and contemplated the connection. I had the thought he
didn't look good with a mustache.

He screamed then, into his gag, and his eyes bugged out as I began the cut. Of
course, they held him fast, and I watched his ass rise up and down then and he
jerked against the ropes and fought like an animal. Yes, he struggled and
jerked and writhed and squirmed as I took his sex. Still, he was easy to nut;
I just took my knife and sawed it, back and forth, back and forth and into his
sac a quarter of an inch at a time.

Like most boys who have balls with hair, he ejaculated then, the way they
usually do, and even so, his eyes went even wider and he grunted from the pain
and the misery that my knife was giving to him. I don’t know...it only lasted
a short time, although for him perhaps it felt like an eternity. Still, before
he had finished squirting out his wad in lines of cream on the floor, I had
stolen his balls; castrated him like a piece of livestock. Four good strokes
with the knife; that's all, just four and then it was done. I took his sac and
his balls with just four slices and a laugh.

[Authors note: © Copyright March, 2003. All rights reserved. Not to be copied
without the consent of the author.]

  

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