This story is fiction, a figment of my warped imagination. Should the
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living or dead, it was purely accidental and any such similarities are strictly
coincidences.
This story deals with mature subject matter and involves intimate gay sex. If
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please don't. If you are offended by acts of homosexuality between consenting
and non-consenting adults, then Do Not Read this story.
The author does not necessarily condone or subscribe to the behavior discussed
in this story. It was written strictly as a form of entertainment and acts
described should not be attempted by anyone that does not know what the hell
they are doing.
Story codes: M/M/Anal/Oral/Bond/NC/Spank/Hum/cbt/WS
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A Daymare on Kelly Street
by Rob
Part 29
The Ball Man
Joel met me in the dining room just as I was finishing breakfast the next
morning. He sat and had a coffee as I finished mine.
"The Ball Man is here to see you, Harold. Did you know that?" he asked.
"Ya, Alex told me just as I was about to turn out my light to go to sleep. I
turned out my light, but I sure as hell didn't get much sleep after that." I
answered, at bit annoyed that he would bring up the subject.
"I am sorry, Harold, but our first stop this morning will be in to see him.
You will probably take a liking to the old bastard. Other than this
idiosyncrasy about balls, he is really a very nice man." he said.
"Well I am afraid I won't be liking him at all, in fact right at this moment I
hate the fuckers guts." I said vehemently.
"Ya, I guess you would, it's easy for me to be jovial, it is not my nuts he is
after."
I looked at him with a new respect after that remark.
"Thanks, Joel. Your the first one around here that has actually given any
indication that you have some sympathy for me. I was beginning to think that
this place was totally animal, no humanity at all." I said irritably.
"What about the children, Harold?" he defended.
"Understand me and understand me good, Joel. Nothing, but absolutely nothing
the Masters do will ever lift my disgust for them as long as they continue to
destroy the lives of young men by dismembering them. Until the day the Parts
Farm and the Research Ward close, this whole place is a crime against humanity."
"You mean you couldn't see any good here at all?" he asked incredulously.
"Not one blessed thing, Joel. It is all negated by those two evil departments.
If it were within my power I would have this whole place blown off the face of
the earth right this minute. It is a travesty to humanity."
"Well I certainly don't see it that way." he said.
"That Joel is the really sad part. That is why the whole place has to be
destroyed, because of young men like you that could believe there is anything
good about it." I said taking the last sip from my coffee cup.
"Well we better get moving, Mr. Sebastion will be waiting to meet you." he said
changing the subject.
"Well we can't keep old Mr. Money Bags waiting can we." I smiled.
"There is just one thing you and everyone else better understand right now." I
stated sharply. "I will not do a damned thing to encourage Mr. Money Bags. I
will not even be polite to the old bastard. If you want to zap my nuts go right
ahead, but I will not help you dismember me."
"Do be careful, Harold. Don't get Master Ed angry he can get quite vicious when
he is angry." he warned.
"Ah, but I can be very stubborn and I have gotten so used to the pain now that
their really is nothing he can do that will change my mind. Not a damned
thing." I smiled and headed for the door.
He must have been stunned by my words because I had thanked Timothy and was out
in the hall before he even moved from the table.
I had a feeling that the meet would be in the direction of my room so started
walking that way. Joel had to practically run to catch up to me.
"Where are you headed, Harold?" he asked.
"Nowhere man, this is your show. You are supposed to be leading me, remember.
I just got tired of standing around shooting the shit and wanted to get on with
life." I said facetiously.
At the next corridor he directed me to go right. I stopped setting the pace
and let him take over the lead. Well, now he knew I was not just a fucking
sheep that would follow the fucking Master anywhere he went. I was a free
thinking entity and when necessary would go my own path.
I was wrong about where the meet would take place. It seemed like we walked
for miles through a multitude of corridors that all looked the same to me. If
he were to leave me right now and tell me that I would be a freeman if I could
find my way out in the next 24 hours, I would be willing to bet I would loose.
We finally came to a set of solid, double doors. Joel went to the wall and
opened a metal panel. Inside I could see a set of buttons, he blocked my view
and quickly punched in some code. I heard the door give a click. He closed
the panel and pulled one of the doors open.
We went instantly from an institution into a mansion. The walls were all in a
very fine polished wood. The hall was carpeted in a carpet thicker than you
would find in any home. Ornate lighting fixtures in gold or brass set off the
luxurious feeling. I felt really out of place here, I was half fucking naked.
We only went down the hall a short way before Joel opened a door on the right.
It was a stair well, but it was still very luxuriously appointed. We climbed
the stairs to the next level and exited into a hall way every bit the same as
the one below.
We turned left, there were heavy oak doors spaced about every two or three
hundred feet on each side of the hall. At the fourth door on the right he
stopped.
"Well this is Mr. Sebastion's suite, Harold. I really think you will end up
liking the man, he has that effect on people." Joel said.
"Not on your life. The old prick will be lucky if I even talk to him." I
replied.
"Well whatever. When he is finished with you I will be here to take you back
through that maze of corridors." he said, pushing a small button on the wall
beside the door.
"Ya, one of you guys will have to tell me how the hell you find your way around.
It all looks the same to me." I replied.
"Well Harold, it is like the guy that can walk on water, it really is very
simple if you know where the rocks are." he smiled, turned and left.
He hadn't gone far when the door opened and a young, naked, blond guy opened the
door.
"Please come in Mr. Harold, Mr. Sebastion is waiting to meet you." he invited.
I'm sure he is I thought. The boy ushered me along a short hall into a
luxurious living room. I was mildly aroused by the cute, tight buns on the boy.
He had a kind of wiggle as he walked, making those buns oh so enticing.
A tall, well built man in a gray suit, got up out of an easy chair as I entered.
"Mr. Sebastion, this is Harold." the blond said.
"Mr. Harold, Mr. Sebastion."
"Why hello Harold, Ed has been telling me all about you." he said
enthusiastically as he approached with his hand out.
I ignored his hand, I wasn't shaking hands with a fucking pervert like him.
I guess he got the message because he didn't keep his hand out for very long.
"Please have a seat and we can talk." he indicated an easy chair a short
distance from the one he had been sitting in.
I sat, but said nothing.
"Would you like a drink, coffee, tea anything at all?" he asked politely.
"No thank you." I replied.
"You don't much like me I take it." he said.
"That would be a bit of an understatement I am afraid." I replied without any
emotion in my voice.
"Mmmm serious dislike then?" he asked.
"Try serious Hate, with a capital T." I replied defiantly.
I was heading for a zapping I was sure, but I was not going to do anything to
let this guy think he was buddy, buddy with me.
"Oh, that is a bit strong, particularly since you don't know me." he stated.
"What's to fucking know? Only someone totally evil would pay this bunch of
assholes to cut the balls off a healthy young man, just so he can satisfy his
own disgusting, perverted desires. You Sir are evil and I hate everything that
is evil." I stated bluntly.
"But I haven't decided yet whether I want your balls or not. Couldn't you at
least save your judgement until after that decision was made?" he asked.
"You foolish old man, you really don't understand do you. Just the fact that
you would even seriously consider such a thing makes you evil beyond description
in my books. They tell me you have done it before, that is all I need to know
that you are evil personified and as I said, I hate things that are evil."
He looked me in the eye and began to laugh. He laughed uproariously, as if he
had just heard the funniest joke ever told. I sat there, patiently, my face
straight. What was there to laugh at?
When he finally stopped laughing he had tears in his eyes.
"Oh my Harold, that is the best laugh I have had in a long, long time. You are
a hell of a good comedian." he complimented.
I said nothing, I was hating the man more and more. I was finding it very,
very difficult just to be in the same room with him.
"What kind of work did you do before you were brought here, Harold?" he asked.
"As far as I am concerned that is personal and confidential information and none
of your business." I replied.
"Mmmmmm. They tell me you are a Canadian boy, are all Canadian's as hard to
get along with as you?" he asked smiling.
"As far as I am concerned that is personal and confidential information and none
of your business."
"Ah, the Canadian boy has learned some of the tricks used by the American boys."
he said and began laughing again.
"Your not going to answer any of my questions are you, Harold?" he suddenly
asked in a serious tone.
Fear rose up my spine but I was determined I would do nothing to encourage this
prick.
"No Sir, I shall not answer any of your questions."
"Well in that case there is no use my wasting time asking them, is there?"
"That would seem a wise move, Sir."
"Well fuck the questions, let's go swimming." he said jovially.
"Peter." he called. "We are all going swimming, bring towels."
"Yes, Sir." I heard the blond guy, Peter, answer from one of the rooms.
"Follow me, Harold, we can strip in this room over here." he said getting up and
walking to a door on the far side of the room.
I got up and followed. What the fuck was with this guy. I had just insulted
the hell out of him but he never reacted to it at all. It just didn't seem to
even phase him.
Then to throw in this lets go swimming shit. What the fuck did he want from me
besides my balls? Well whatever it was, I was going to do my best not to give
in to him, nut zapper or no nut zapper.
The door led to a small dressing room and shower. He stripped out of his suit
and just threw it on the floor. Only the very rich or those that just don't
give a shit about anything would do something like that with what was obviously
a very expensive suit.
They had told me the guy was very old, but you could have fool me by the looks
of him. He did not look a day over 40 if he was even that. Oh sure his hair
was gray, but is skin wasn't all wrinkled or anything like that. He had not
gone to flab, as many older men do. His body was solid muscle. He obviously
took real good care of his body.
It had only taken me a moment to strip off the standard slave garb and get under
the shower. I assumed the pool was through the door on the opposite side of the
room from where we came in. The smell of chlorine was very strong so the pool
had to be very close by.
As soon as he was striped he got under the water and soaped himself down
quickly. I got out from under the water as soon as he moved to get in. I went
and stood by the door until he was ready. He opened the door and we entered
into a pool room like no other pool room I had ever seen in my life. It didn't
look like a swimming pool, it looked like a small, indoor lake.
There was actually a sandy beach along the side just outside the shower room
door. Gentle little waves lapped up along the beach. There were trees and
flowers everywhere and they went right up to the water edge except where there
was beach. Now this was money and to think in a couple of days my balls were
going to help pay for it.
I was awestruck and just stood and stared, unable to move. The old prick went
right down to the beach and walked into the water leaving me outside the shower
room door.
I finally gathered my wits and went down to the water's edge. The water was
warm and felt good on my feet. He was already well out into deeper water by
now, but I didn't give a shit. If I swim here it will be by myself, not
anywhere near where he is.
I had decided that I would not talk to him anymore except where absolutely
necessary. He called to me, but I ignored him. I just wandered around a bit,
splashing the warm water around my feet.
I eventually went in and swam around a bit but then climbed out and just sat on
the sand not paying any particular attention to anything.
We stayed in the pool for about an hour. He spent most of it out in the deeper
water just kind of treading in one spot. I spent it on the beach. There must
have been some kind of sun lamps providing the light, because the light was warm
against the skin.
When he exited from the water Peter was there with a towel, wrapping it around
his shoulders. I couldn't get over how good he looked for an old man. His
equipment looked good as well. Even after being in the water for so long his
flaccid dick looked to be about four and a half to five inches long and was
pretty thick. His nuts were large and solid low hangers.
The blond began to dry him off, rubbing the towel vigorously all over. The old
prick stood there, his legs slightly apart, his arms out a bit from his sides.
When he felt he was dry enough he had Peter spread the towel on the sand close
to me.
He sat down and started to talk again, but I completely ignored him. He
finally gave up and just sat looking out over the pool. I could play this
game forever if necessary, I decided he could make all the opening moves and I
would ignore those I wasn't interested in.
"It is pretty warm under these lights, Harold, would you like a drink?" he
asked.
Ya, gawd I would love a drink but there was no way I was going to give him any
satisfaction what-so-ever.
"No thank you." I answered flatly.
"Suit yourself, bring me a glass of orange juice, Peter." he said to the blond.
"I was not only considering buying your balls, Harold. I was considering
buying you whole and taking you back to live and work at my place. I have a
really wonderful home, that you would probably enjoy very much." he said in a
friendly tone.
I looked at him and laughed.
"You really are dense aren't you, Mr. Sebastion. You have not heard a word I
have said. You are evil, pure evil. I want nothing to do with you, nothing
what-so-ever. You want to buy my balls, well you go right ahead. Place them on
your little shelf and I hope your fucking eyes bug out looking at them." I spate
out.
"You want to buy me alive and whole, well you go ahead and do that little thing,
but do not expect me to thank you or be in anyway grateful. I will do my work,
but I will never be civil to you. I will never acknowledge that you are human
because in my eyes you are not." so saying I turned my eyes, to look out over
the lake.
I was shaking inside. Fear had gripped me again. I was going to pay very
dearly for this I was sure. But gawd I felt good about having stood up for
what was right.
He said nothing after my little speech. Peter returned a few moments later and
handed him his orange juice then kneeled behind him and massaged his shoulders.
"Lay back on the sand and spread your legs, Harold." the old prick ordered.
Used to obeying orders I lay back without question. Never even thought about
it.
"Get him hard, Peter." he ordered the lad.
In an instant Peter's hot tongue was licking around my nuts and flaccid dick.
My dick didn't stay flaccid for long. Peter was an expert with his tongue. In
just a few moments he had me in total ecstasy. He hadn't even taken me in his
mouth yet, he was just using his tongue.
I had forgotten all about Sebastion, it was just me, the sun and that
incredible tongue lapping around my now throbbing dick and my squirming balls.
"Take me in your mouth, Peter, I begged. Oh, man suck it. Oh, Peter that is
so fucking good." I was lost to Peter completely
Then his mouth enwrapped my pulsing, precum spitting cock head. I let out a
loud moan of pleasure.
"Right fucking on, man. Oh yea, suck that thing." I moaned out.
I was on fire with lust for this young man's amazing mouth. I had my eyes
closed because of the bright lights. My head was shifting from side to side.
Suddenly a pair of knees pushed up on either side of my head. I opened my eyes,
but all I could see was a hard cock and a pair of large nuts a couple of inches
from my eyes.
I watched as the cock head was pushed down towards my mouth. I opened and
excepted the gift happily. I only wished I could do half as good a job of this
one as Peter was doing to mine.
For an old cock it sure felt strong and healthy, I thought. Hell it was hard
to tell this cock was old at all, it felt new, young and fresh, popping in and
out of my mouth. He had to do the work because I couldn't move my head. He
was practically sitting on it.
For the next twenty minutes or so I was lost in a world of fantastic sex. It
just felt so fucking great to have that juicy cock fucking my throat while Pete
kept fucking his face on my hot piece of man meat.
I felt my balls start to lift and gave a little cry of delight. However, that
big cock was down my throat at the time so no sound came out, of me that is.
The vibrations from my gagged yell of pleasure made Pete scream out his delight.
"Oh fuck ya, I cummingggggggggggg."
Wait a minute, Pete??? But he was sucking my dick. I didn't have a chance
to pursue that thought any further at this moment, because I to started to cum.
It was so intense I tried to yell out my pleasure, but of course the cock was
still in my throat so it became the recipient of my gagged yells, and seemed to
really enjoy it.
The first thing I noticed when the cock was pulled from my throat and he sat
back, was that it indeed was Pete's cock. Sebastion was still slamming his
head up and down, milking my cock and balls for every drop.
The miserable bastard had got what he wanted, he got to taste my ball juice.
Now the perverted bastard would probably want to buy my nuts and I wouldn't be
getting any more blow jobs like this one.
Once my nuts were emptied, the old prick sat up and looked down at me.
"That is the sweetest cum I have ever tasted, Harold. You have one set of
great balls there boy."
"Ya, but not for much longer, you perverted, rotten bastard." I spit out, anger
just a boiling through me.
He let his head go back and started laughing uncontrollably again. Well he may
have found something funny, but I sure hadn't. The bastard had won, I had let
down my guard and he had taken advantage.
I sat up an put my head down on my knees. If it hadn't been for the fact that
I thought he would really enjoy it, I would have cried. I was so upset with
myself. I had set out not to do anything to help this prick and had ended up
doing exactly what he wanted.
"Ah, Harold. I'm not really that bad. I put millions of dollars into the
children's ward here every year. Do you have any idea how many thousands of
children I help every year?" he asked quietly.
"You buy one pair of balls and have them removed from a living man and none of
your good works means shit. You are just trying to salve your conscience, you
are still evil beyond belief." I said tonelessly.
He didn't laugh this time. He just sat there looking at me. I decided fuck
you asshole and this time did not avert my gaze. I stared back, right into
his gray/green eyes.
He finally pulled his eyes back and stood up.
"I guess it is time for you to go for lunch, Harold. We will meet and try and
talk again tomorrow." he said heading for the shower room.
"Nothing will change, you can never redeem yourself in my eyes." I spit out.
He stopped for a moment and looked back at me. I thought he was going to
really come down on me this time, but what I saw was sadness. Had I actually
gotten through to the prick? He never said anything, just gave me the sad look
then turned and enter the shower room, Peter right on his heels.
I sat for a moment, lost in thought. All I wanted, something so simple, so
inexpensive, so easy, to just be back in my own little apartment living my old
hub, drub life. Was that really too much to ask?
I got up and went to the shower room door but the fucking thing was locked.
Great, now how the fuck do I get out of the pool, I wondered. Didn't have to
wonder for long though.
"This way Harold." Joel called.
I turned and there he was just down a little way. I walked towards him. He
opened a door and we were in another shower room identical to the old prick's.
I climbed under the shower head and rinsed off all the sand.
Joel handed me a towel when I was finished. I dried myself down good and was
surprised, I don't know why but I was, that Joel had my slave outfit. He
handed it to me and I quickly got dressed.
From there we went straight to the dining room and had a really great lunch,
that included Potine. Joel tried it for the first time and marveled that this
hadn't swept the US yet.
"Hell this would make one hell of a great franchise empire, better than the
golden arches." he said with a smile.
Apparently the cooks had also tried it after my order yesterday, and it was now
on the menu for everyone. Well us Canucks may be little brother to the US, but
we do come up with some really great ideas. Hell just look at where the
telephone has taken us.
After lunch Joel took me to the Research & Development department, not part of
the medical research ward. This department did research into developing
various pieces of equipment to make life easier for the disabled.
This included artificial limbs, mobility equipment, exercising equipment,
equipment that gave the disabled some measure of independence. It was a truly
wonderful department they did not use slave patients to test their equipment.
"I could see that you were very impressed, Harold." Joel said as we left the
Research department.
I looked at him, for a moment before I answered.
"Yeah, I was impressed. It is most unfortunate that this too has been
despoiled by what takes place in those two horrible wards. I would blow this
up as well, Joel. Until those two wards are dismantled nothing else that takes
place here is worth while." I said and started walking.
"You are one stubborn cuss." he said.
"Yeah, ain't I now." I smiled.
"Mr. Sebastion wants your nuts, Harold." he said solemnly.
"I know." I answered.
"Did he tell you then?" he asked a bit surprised.
"No. He didn't have to. I could tell from a number of things that happened."
"How do you feel about it?" he asked.
"In a word, scared." I replied looking at him.
"He is going to ask Master Ed to schedule the removal for this evening." he said
quietly.
I stopped dead in my tracks.
"So my life ends today." I said, almost in a whisper.
"No, don't be silly they are only going to take your nuts, not your life." he
said.
"My nuts are part of my life. When they take them, they take my life. Now if
you don't mind could you please take me somewhere, where I can be alone. I
don't care if you are near by, but I just don't want to talk to anyone." I said
tears forming in my eyes.
"Yeah, follow me." he replied.
"Would you like to go have diner first it is that hour?" he asked.
"No, I shall not eat again, Joel. I have no reason to live so why waste the
food."
He didn't answer, just kept walking. I was suddenly very, very depressed. I
had been serious. If they remove my nuts I will refuse to eat. I will refuse
to do anything at all and will concentrate all my will power on dying.
He took me to the lounge where I had first met Reg. Poor Reg, what the hell did
they do or are they doing to him. Oh how I hated this place.
I went over and sat in a chair facing a window. It was a beautiful sunny day
out there. The gardens outside the window were gorgeous. Loads of beautiful
flowers everywhere one looked. I suddenly had this deep, deep need to be
sitting or walking in a garden. But alas knew I would never get a chance to do
that again.
I put my head back and closed my eyes. Pat came bounding into my thoughts.
The perfect man for me we could have had such a wonderful life together. He
was everything I had ever wanted. But that was gone. I had nothing. Nothing
worth living for. I was soon fast asleep, lost in a world of darkness.
When I awoke it was dark outside. How long had I slept I wondered. If they
were going to remove my nuts this evening then they would be coming for me soon.
My stomach was rumbling, it wanted food. Well tough shit, it would just have
to get used to being empty.
I sat up and turned around. Sebastion was sitting in the chair that had held
Joel just before I fell asleep.
"Ah, sleeping beauty awakes." he said with a smile.
"I must still be asleep, the nightmare is still here." I replied sarcastically.
"Oh, you really do hate me don't you." he said sadly.
"Let me tell you how much and maybe it will sink into that head of yours. I am
a very peaceful man, I have never hurt anyone in my life nor do I ever want to.
However, if I had a weapon in my hands right this minute, here and now, I would
kill you and not even think about it. I would walk away satisfied, the same as
I am when I kill a cockroach." I spit out at him.
That left him speechless for a few moments. I could see that that really had
got through. He now really and truly believed that I hated him.
"All because I have purchased the nuts of a few guys that didn't need them any
more. My purchasing those nuts put a lot of money into this hospital for those
children." he said softly.
"It doesn't matter if they needed them or not. They were removed from living
men without their consent, if you had waited until after they died I would still
dislike you, but I wouldn't hate you. That Mr. Sebastion is the difference."
"Now do you still intend on having my nuts removed tonight? If so then let's
get it over with so I can start to die, I want out of this hell hole." I said
vehemently.
"No, I have decided I don't want your nuts, Harold. But I would like you to
come live with me. I swear I will never purchase human parts ever again." he
said quietly.
I looked up with surprise.
"I think having someone like you around just might help me become human again."
he said.
"Thank you for the offer, but I am going to have to turn you down. I would
never be able to forget what you have done, and it would make me bitter every
time I looked at you. There is only one way that you would be able to redeem
yourself in my eyes and that is to get those two wards closed down permanently.
You do that Mr. Sebastion and I would happily serve you for the rest of my
life."
"Unfortunately, I am not rich enough or powerful enough to do that, Harold.
But I do admire your honesty and conviction. I meant what I said, I will never
buy another human part from a live human, don't think I will be buying them from
dead ones either. However I will continue to help finance the children's
hospital here. It does do wonderful work."
"Well Sir, that certainly is a step in the right direction." I replied.
He got up out of his chair, I decided that considering his promise the least I
could do was show a little respect, and got up as well. He walked over to me
and offered his hand. This time I took it and we shook, then embraced. Joel
was right, I could very easily take a liking to this man.
"Apparently you have a visitor. I received a call from Master Ed a short while
ago, he asked me to take you to the visitors room when we were finished our
little talk." he said with a warm smile.
"A visitor, do you know who?" I asked, my interest peaked.
"No he didn't say. Just asked me if I would take you to his room, it is right
next to mine."
"Probably the racist bastard that wanted my kidneys. He asked my about my sex
life and I told him I fucked blacks. He nearly had a coronary right there and
then." I giggled.
Mr. Sebastion did a bit of a double take at that one.
"Master Ed hit me a few times with the zapper so the old prick never got to
finish asking his questions."
"By the sound of it you really like getting yourself into trouble, Harold." he
said with a grin.
"Yeah, ever since Master Charlie kidnapped me it has been one major problem
after another." I replied with a smile.
He walked me back to the Mansion part of the complex. We didn't say much,
there really wasn't much to talk about. When we reached his door we stopped and
said our good-byes. He told me to just go to the next door and ring the
buzzer. I shook his hand again and left. I heard the door close as I walked
away.
I walked to the next door and pushed the button, wondering who would want to see
me. A moment later the door opened and there stood, Peter, Mr. Sebastion's
slave from earlier in the day. At least I thought it was Peter, it looked very
much like him. However he was wearing a black leather hood with only his eyes
and mouth visible.
"Please come in Mr. Harold." he said politely.
The voice didn't sound like Peter's, it was a bit higher pitched. I entered,
but was very uptight. Something didn't seem right here. In fact something
seemed decidedly wrong. Maybe I had just learned to smell trouble, I don't
know. I only knew that I was suddenly very, very uneasy.
Whomever he was, he led the way down a short passage, similar to the one in Mr.
Sebastion's suite. It also ended in a fancy, luxurious living type room.
There were four more hooded figures standing just inside the room. They were
all dressed in full leather outfits, the kinds only Master's wear.
"Ah Harold, come in, come in." One of them invited in a very friendly manner.
"Turn around and place your hands behind your back." he ordered, but it came out
as a request.
I complied and he quickly fastened a pair of wrist cuffs. One of the others
came forward with a small black bar. I felt him place it against the crook of
my arms. The other one, the one that had placed the cuffs on, pulled my arms
up with a bit of force.
"Ayieeee" I yelped.
It didn't hurt a lot but it was a sudden sharp pain. Before I realized what
was happening he had fastened my cuffed wrists to my collar. With that bar in
the crook of my arms it was very uncomfortable.
Another of them came forward with another black bar identical to the first one.
He handed it to the guy behind me, then placed a large hand on each of my
shoulders. I soon found out why. Some one behind lifted my arms at the
elbows and the second bar was pushed up between my arms and my back.
This was very painful and I cried out my distress and begged them to take it
off, but they just laughed. The guy in front had placed his hands on my
shoulders to hold me in position while someone behind pushed that bar up then
fastened it to my upper arms via straps. I could feel them being put in place
and tightened.
This was not a nice way to bind someone's arms, it was a decidedly mean way of
doing it. I could not get into any position that was comfortable and didn't
cause pain. I continued to beg them to remove the bars but my begging fell on
deaf ears.
Once they had me bound another one came forward with a penis gag. I had seen
those before and had even had a short one jammed in my mouth once before.
This one looked much bigger, it looked like the penis part would go into the
throat, I didn't much like that idea. But of course, I had no choice or say in
the matter.
It was pushed into my mouth and inflated. Fortunately I was wrong, it didn't
go into the throat but it went back passed the tonsils, so was still a bit
uncomfortable.
Next a full black hood was placed over my head and secured. It had breathing
holes for the nose and eye sockets for the eyes. I guessed from that, that
they were going to let me see what was going to go down.
"Follow me, Harold." the one that had originally spoken ordered, still in a very
quiet, friendly type voice.
He led me to a door and opened it. Inside was a large room. There was triple
tier seating all around three sides of the room. And the seats were all full.
Whatever the fuck was going to happen they wanted an audience.
In the centre of the room was a large leather chair, very similar to a barbers
chair, but without the arms. He led me over and ordered me to sit. Once I
was seated a chain was fastened to my collar and pulled back sharply. I
choked and gagged a bit, but recovered quickly. The chain had been pulled tight
and fastened behind me.
The effect was to pull my neck up tight to the chair, but my arms were held out
by the bars. This cause some real pain in my arms, shoulders and back. I
tried crying out but the gag effectively stopped that.
Next a belt was fastened around my waist and it too was pulled tight. I was
now in very severe pain. But I couldn't move my upper torso at all.
My right leg was grasped and was soon bound to what I assume was a stirrup.
It was fastened at the ankle and at the knee. The straps were pulled very
tight to make sure I could not move my leg at all. They then repeated the
process for my left leg.
I was now securely bound to the chair unable to move at all. The pain in my
upper torso, shoulders, arms and back was excruciating. Well I had asked for
it, hadn't I.
I had been extremely rude to Sebastion. Made all kinds of moralizing
statements, called down the Master's Congress, and refused to obey orders. It
would seem that Master Ed was now going to make me pay. But where was he?
None of these guys was Master Ed.
"Gentlemen, the patient is Harold, a useless slave that Master Charlie sent here
for disposal. A very generous, but anonymous benefactor of our hospital has
offered a very substantial donation in return for this useless slaves testicles.
This evening we shall perform a testiclectomy. Pay close attention because you
may be called upon to perform this procedure in the immediate future." the
Master that had met me announced to the group.
Noooooo, I tried to scream through the mask and gag, he changed his mind. Damn
it your making a big mistake. Don't take my nuts. Damn it don't take my
fucking nuts.
Screaming through a gag is a total and complete waste of time. No one can hear
you and if they have you gagged then obviously they don't want to hear you.
But when your testicles hang in the balance, pardon the pun, you too would do
anything and everything, no matter how useless or fruitless it may be, to stop
the bastards from proceeding.
I screamed and screamed into the gag but all that came out through my nostrils
were some muffled puffs of air. I pulled on my bonds. My arms, shoulders and
back were in agony, but I pulled and jerked anyway.
I pulled and pulled on my legs, got a bit of movement in the left and pulled
harder and harder. All I succeeded in doing was stripping skin off around the
ankle. One of the Master's noted the loose strap, came over and tightened it.
I was totally immobile again.
"Normally we perform these procedures without anesthetic, however the benefactor
insists we use a local for Harold. I suppose he has taken a liking to him,
after all Harold is a very likeable slave." he announced loudly.
I had finally given up trying to get free and screaming. My throat was just too
sore to continue. Tears of rage and frustration were now cascading down my
cheeks, like a river. Why didn't they check with Sebastion before starting.
Wait a fucking minute! It was fucking Sebastion that brought me here. The
rotten Sonofabitch, he planned all this. Built up my spirits, made me think I
had won and then wamo, take my fucking nuts anyway. Hate built in me to a rage
I had never felt in my life before.
They say that we all have strength beyond our wildest imaginations, if only we
knew how to use it. Well that statement is true beyond doubt. I was so angry
all I could think about was getting up out of that chair and seeking out that
rotten Sonofabitch and choking him with my bare fucking hands.
I gave a mighty tug with my right leg and be damned if the strap didn't snap.
My leg went flying up into the air from the force that I had applied. Everyone
was completely stunned by this development, including me.
The room went deadly quiet and all movement ceased for a fraction of a second.
Then all hell broke loose. Having got one leg free dumbo Harold thought he
would be able to get the rest of himself free. But we all know that is
impossible, and of course it was.
Two of the Master's dove after my flailing leg. I got one of them on the chin
with my heel and he went staggering back, but another took his place and soon
they had the leg under control.
The group observing thought the whole thing was great entertainment and gave a
rousing applause. Now whether they were applauding me or the guys that stopped
my flailing leg I guess I will never know.
The leg was soon strapped down again and extra straps were added to both legs.
They weren't going to take any chances.
"Wow, we had no idea Harold was so strong." the Master said.
"As you can see, Harold shaves his body every morning so he is sufficiently hair
free that we will not have to do a shave first." he said and then pointed
towards my exposed jewels.
"The video camera's will now be turned on and you will all be able to see a
close up of what takes place during the procedure." he announced and then
walked over and looked down into my still tearing eyes.
"Harold look straight up. We have placed a monitor there so you can watch as
well. We wouldn't want you to miss anything." he said and walked away
laughing.
I looked up and sure enough a monitor had come on and showed my entire private
area.
"First Harold's testicles, penis and groin will be bathed thoroughly in an
antiseptic solution. We want the field as clean as possible." he said.
A man dressed in a green gown, head covering and mask across nose and mouth
stepped between my legs. I watched on the monitor and felt between my legs his
application of the antiseptic, it was a brown colour and soon everything down
there was a deep, dark brown.
The liquid was cold and I watched as my testicles lifted towards my groin when
he started applying the stuff to them. I gave a little shiver. Soon I would
not have any testicles. The tears began to flow faster.
"Next Harold's scrotum will be injected in four places with a local anesthetic.
The entire area will become numb and he will feel nothing at all." he said.
Another pair of latex covered hands came into view in the monitor holding a
syringe. Another pair of hands lifted and separated my nuts giving the
syringe man lots of areas to choose from.
Each short injection stung like blazes, but only for a moment. The anesthetic
itself would take approximately 5 minutes to fully anesthetize the area
according to the guy doing all the talking. The Master's all went over and
talked to the spectators while they waited for the anesthetic to do it's job.
A little bell went, ding. They had used a timer. A pair of hands came into
view on the monitor, took one of my nuts between thumb and forefinger and
squeezed. I cringed, but didn't feel a thing.
"Ok, the actual procedure will begin now." he announced.
A pair of latex covered hands appeared on the monitor holding a brilliantly
shining scalpel. The hands made a small incision near the right testicle.
The scalpel was taken away for a moment. Two fingers were inserted on either
side of the incision and the thumbs went behind the nut sac and pushed, out
popped a pinkish red walnut attached to a whitish coloured cord.
A latex glove covered hand holding a pair of surgical scissors moved in and
quickly snipped the cord. My right testicle was now gone. I gave up
completely at that moment. I closed my eyes, closed my ears and just let myself
drift off to some place other than here.
I thought about my childhood, I thought about my old job, my old friends, my
family. I thought about my schooling, all that work wasted, never got to use
what I had learned and never would. My thoughts then turned to Pat, beautiful,
loving Pat. Oh how I wish he were here to hold me, to tell me it would be
alright. To pick me up in his strong arms and take me away.
I was still thinking of Pat, when I felt my legs being released from the
stirrups. Then the waist belt was released followed by the one that pulled my
neck in so tight to the chair.
I was pulled out of the chair and made to stand. I paid no attention to them,
just let them do what they wanted, it didn't matter anymore, I was no longer a
man. I was just a living organism waiting to die.
I felt the bar between my arms and back being released first, then my wrists
were released from my collar and the confounded bar in the crook of my arms
dropped to the floor with a loud clang. It startled me and I became more aware
of my surroundings.
Then the hood was removed and the gag taken out.
"How do you feel, Harold." the guy that had done all the talking asked.
I couldn't be bothered answering. I would never talk to or acknowledge these
guys ever again, they could all go to hell and I was positive they would.
"You will be taken back to your room now." he said.
I didn't answer, I just stood there looking straight ahead, but seeing nothing.
A moment later there was movement around me but I really couldn't see what was
happening, mainly I guess because I refused.
"Come on Harold I will take you back." a familiar voice said.
Now whose voice was that I wondered. It was a voice I had heard recently, yes
very recently. It was the voice of someone I knew. Did I like him or did I
hate him, I wasn't sure.
"Harold." the voice said impatiently.
"Follow me."
The voice wants me to follow but I don't see anyone, how can I follow. No, I
think I will just stay right here and not follow something I can not see.
I felt a hand grasp mine and pull gently.
"Come along Harold." the voice said.
But I didn't want to go and resisted the pull. No I was not going anywhere. I
liked this little place where there was nothing. The only thing here was the
voice that kept telling me to follow. I wished it would go away and leave me
in peace.
My wish was granted, everything became quiet. The voice went away, the hand
tugging on me, went away. I was alone in a gray place, there was nothing but
peace and quiet.
The sun shining in my eyes awoke me early the next morning. I knew something
bad had happened to me last night but I couldn't remember what. I tried to
recall but the last thing I really remember was shaking hands with Mr.
Sebastion.
"Good morning Harold. How are you feeling?" Joel asked.
I looked up, he was standing at the foot of the bed. One look at him and all my
memories of last night came back in a flood.
"My nuts, the bastards took my fucking nuts." I screamed and sat up.
Joel was at my side in a flash. He grasped my shoulders to push me back, which
turned out to be a big mistake on his part. All the anger that I had felt
just before the strap broke on my leg came raging back.
Without even thinking my fist came up with all the force I could muster,
catching Joel under the chin and sending him flying against the window. His
head hit hard and the window cracked.
I jumped out of the bed, my hand went down and felt my scrotum, it was covered
in bandages. My rage became ten fold stronger. I stormed out of the room,
leaving Joel sliding down the window unconscious. There was a ball of red,
where his head had hit the window and a trail left from his sliding down.
Out in the hall I headed straight for Alex's office, I wanted him dead. One
of the other nurses I had seen around came out into the hall and saw me naked.
"Harold you can not walk around these halls naked, now get back to your room and
get dressed." he ordered.
By this time he was right up to me. He had not seen the rage in my eyes until
it was too late. My right hand came up and grasped him around the neck and I
began to squeeze. I squeezed and squeezed that rotten fucking neck until I saw
his tongue suddenly popped out of his mouth all purple and swollen.
The whole time I was squeezing he was punching and kicking at me, but I felt
nothing except rage. He finally became very limp and I let him drop to the
floor. Without even a glance down I continued on towards Alex's office.
I burst in and he was sitting at his desk doing paper work.
"Good morning Harold." he said cheerily, only looking up for a second.
I marched right over to his desk reached down and grasped him by the neck as
well. He was taken completely by surprise, I guess they had never had a
patient rebel before. It was amazing how much strength I had in my hands and
arms.
Alex was a big man, but I easily lifted him by the neck as I began to squeeze
and actually pulled him across the desk. He was flailing with his fists and
his legs were beating against the top of the desk, I hadn't brought him all the
way across yet.
His fists, like those of his buddy out in the hall beat at me, but I felt
nothing. I watched the life slipping out of him and felt great joy. His eyes
had bugged out and his mouth was now open and his tongue was moving up and down.
It looked fucking obscene.
It didn't take long before he finally went limp and I dropped him to the floor
like so much trash. Now for that fucking Sebastion. I headed out into the
hall, I don't know how I did it but I found the big oak doors that separated the
mansion from the so called hospital.
But how was I going to get the doors open. They were controlled by a box with
code buttons. I pulled the box open and it was like a touch tone telephone,
nine numbers plus zero, millions of possible combinations.
This only added to my anger and frustration. I was ready to try and tear the
door down with my bare hands when someone kindly pushed it open from the other
side.
It was a slave. I punched him full in the face with my closed fist sending him
flying back into the Mansion. I quickly followed, picked him up and punched
him in the face again. He was totally limp and I dragged him to the stair
well, dropping him just inside the door.
At the top of the stairs I headed straight for Sebastion's room. I took a
deep breath to compose myself, then pushed the button beside the door. A few
moments later, Peter opened the door.
He never even got a chance to say anything. My fist flattened his face, as
soon as the door opened, sending him sprawling unconscious onto the floor.
I had no real quarrel with Peter so I left him where he was and headed into the
suite.
"Who is it Peter?" I heard Sebastion call out as I approached the living room.
I didn't bother answering, just barged right in. I had a fair idea he would be
sitting in the same chair he had been sitting in yesterday when I arrived, and I
was right.
I headed straight for him, not saying a word.
"Harold, what the hell are you doing......." he never got to finish as I grabbed
for his throat.
Sebastion was very strong for an old man and very agile, that is probably what
saved his life. Both hands came up and grabbed my wrist, pulling my hand off
his throat. He then did some kind of maneuver that sent me flying tits over
teakettle onto my back on the floor.
He was on me in a second, before I had time to recover from the surprise of
being thrown. He was well versed in the martial arts and had me subdued in not
time at all. He held me tight and called to Peter.
A few moments later, Pete his face a bloody mess came staggering into the room.
"Get the play ropes from the bedroom quick we have got to get him secured." he
ordered.
Peter went staggering off and returned with ropes. Sebastion had him tie my
feet first, then he rolled me over and pushed me face down onto the carpet and
soon had my arms secured and then tied them to my, effectively hog tying me.
He sat back on his heels, sweat pouring from his forehead. By now I had
returned to my old placid self.
"What the hell got into you Harold?" he asked, his chest still heaving from the
exertion.
"As if you didn't know you rotten fucking prick, may your fucking bones rot in
hell." I spit out at him.
"Harold, calm down, right now, and tell me what the hell got you so riled." he
demanded.
"Oh going to play at Mr. Innocence are we. You know fucking well what I am
riled about. I have decided not to take your nuts Harold, I will never take
any body parts ever again, Harold, please come and live with me, Harold. You
are even more evil then I thought." I mocked.
"What in hell are you talking about, boy. Will you tell me what the fuck has
happened, because I have done nothing that should make you this angry. Not a
damned thing." he defended himself.
"You have the audacity to sit beside me and try to convince me you didn't order
the Master's to remove my nuts last night. You think I am so stupid that I
would not be able to figure out that it was you? You almost got away with it
though. If it hadn't have been for you guys using the room next door I don't
think I would have figured it out."
"I did not order the Master's, which Master's by the way, to remove your nuts.
Are you telling me they were removed last night?" he asked incredulously.
"Well look for yourself." I practically screamed.
He rolled me over and saw the bandages.
"Someone is going to pay very dearly for this Harold. I swear to you, I did
not order this and I am going to prove it." he said quietly, he face had gone
white.
"You can't prove it to me because I know it was you." I shot out.
"Yes I can, Harold, it really isn't that difficult." he said reaching over and
starting to untie the ropes that held me tight.
"I did not order them to do anything to you, in fact I had a long talk with
Master Ed and told him it was all off, however I would still make a large
donation to the children's hospital. He was very happy about the whole thing."
Sebastion related as he continued to untie the ropes.
"Harold if you don't believe me then kill me. In a moment you will be free.
If you honestly believe that I gave that order then go ahead and kill me, I
will not resist."
I was stunned. He was actually untying the ropes. But was it all another
trick? I was suddenly very, very confused.
"Well, if you didn't, who did? But more importantly, why?" I asked, the
confusion was in my voice, I am sure.
"I don't know, Harold, but sure as hell am going to find out. Don't worry I
won't let them punish you for this." he said.
"You are not going to be able to stop them, I killed two of them, maybe three."
I replied.
"What!" he was astonished.
"I am sure I killed one of the nurses and Alex the head nurse. Then I beat a
lad pretty badly, down by the doors, left him in the stair well. They are not
going to let me get away with it that is for sure. But it really doesn't
matter, my nuts are gone and I don't want to live any longer." I said wearily.
"Oh Harold, you poor, poor boy. What the fuck have they done to you?" he
asked.
"Oh, nothing much, just destroyed me that is all." I looked up at him, he had
tears in his eyes.
"I think maybe you better call Master Ed. I am not going to fight anymore, I
am just too tired of all this crap. Maybe they will have capital punishment
and will hang me right away. I can not see them bringing me to a real court
of law so they will try me under their own warped and perverted idea of what is
right and wrong."
I heard a thunk behind me and turned around quick. Pete had collapsed. We
had forgotten all about poor Peter. His face was in pretty bad shape.
"Maybe you had better call for some medical help first, I think Peter needs it
right away." I said.
He went and picked up a phone and started talking. A couple of minutes later
two big guys came in carrying a stretcher. They bent over Peter, saw the
facial damage, then looked at me.
"You do this?" they asked.
"Ya, and you will find another at the bottom of the stair well, I think he is in
much worse shape then Peter so you had better get some help to him quickly." I
said as though it were an everyday occurrence.
I had also said it authoritatively and they responded almost instantly. One of
them pulled out a small two way and spoke into it. Giving instructions on where
the other lad would be found. Then they hefted Peter up and carried him out.
Sebastion had finished on the phone and came over and sat down beside me on the
floor.
"Well to say that Master Ed is upset would be an understatement." he said with a
grin.
"Ya, I can just imagine. They will be here shortly to get me, I suppose. If
you haven't been lying to me Mr. Sebastion, then I wish to offer my sincere and
profound apologies, if you have, my earlier statement about rotting in hell
still holds." I said and gave him a grin.
We could hear a commotion at the door. Lots of voices babbling as they came
down the hall. I expected to see Master Ed as mad as a hornet and ready to
tear me limb from limb. Instead, the face that greeted me, was Master
Charlie's.
To be continued.
This story (c) by Rob 2001, all rights reserved.
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