Malgrin the Ball-Thief

It was late, and the streets were flooded with round spots cast by street lamps. The full moon hung over the quiet street. A small neighborhood of single-family houses. One of the houses was painted white. It was two-story, massive and really beautiful. One window on the first floor of this house shone with a white glow. It was two o'clock in the morning.

Aiden and James were brothers of a similar age. Aiden had recently turned twenty. James was still nineteen. They both resembled each other with only minor differences. Aiden was an inch taller and better built. He had been taking creatine for six months and going to the gym regularly. All thanks to his first girlfriend. The most beautiful and sexiest he had ever seen. At the very thought of her he was getting an erection. Even at that moment. James, on the other hand, was a skinny boy who was unable not to envy his brother's girlfriend.

They sat in Aiden's room, side by side on the bed. Their parents went on a trip to some decent hotel. It was obvious why. They were two adults who wanted to have some fun in peace. The same thing Aiden wanted. His cock stood up once again. He was alone in the house. Sort of. If only he could manage to get rid of James, he could play with his girl here.

“What are you smiling at?” asked James.

Aiden looked at his brother.

“Mind your own business.” he replied.

“I know. I know what you're thinking about. There's only one thing on your mind these days”

“What do you mean?”

“Come on. I'm not stupid. There are more condom wrappers in the trashcan than milk bottles. You probably have some in your pocket right now.”

“No.”

He had. He picked at his pocket. He still had a few left. Soon they will be gone.

“Are you going to do something tomorrow?” asked Aiden.

“Like what?”

“I don't know. Something. Are you going to be busy tomorrow, or are you going to sit at home all day again?”

James smiled.

“What are you smiling about?”

“Nothing, nothing. I don't know. Maybe I'll be busy tomorrow. And what will I get out of it?”

“You're not going to get hit. How about it?”

“Hmmmm. No. Twenty dollars.”

“Screw you.”

“Well then. You're not going to play with your girl then. Not like Marco with his.”

Marco was a mutual friend of theirs. He had no father, only a rich mother who lived in Sweden and sent him money every month. Marco lived as they did in a big house. He lived alone, and his girlfriend came to visit him as if she lived there.

“I don't want to play like them,” replied Aiden.

“Why? I would.”

Aiden looked at James, as if his brother had gone crazy.

“What?” asked James.

“Are you sick?”

“Why?”

“Do you want to play like them?”

“Why?”

He looked at his brother in silence. Only after a moment did he understand.

“Didn't you hear?” he asked James.

“About what?”

“About what that crazy bitch did to him?”

“His girlfriend? What?”

He didn't answer. Aiden still didn't know if his brother was pretending or if he really hadn't heard about it.

“They wrote about it in the newspapers. In the news on the Internet. It was everywhere.”

“I don't follow the news. So what the hell happened?”

“She crushed his balls.”

“What?”

“Yea.”

“Are you lying to me?”

“No. Go to the news, you'll see. The headline is something like, a young boy castrated by his own girlfriend.”

“Is that supposed to be funny?”

“Damn it, you idiot. I'm telling the truth. Check the news.”

“I'll write to Marco.”

“He won't write back. I've written to him before and called him. He's lying in the hospital.”

James started looking for the latest news from the area. After a while, he found a headline with exactly the name his brother had given. The only difference was that the full headline read: *young boy castrated by his own girlfriend, who blamed it on a demon*.” He read the name to his brother and watched his reaction.

“See? I told you. Fucking bitch. Mentally ill. Probably one of those who messes around doing rituals in her spare time. Can you imagine having a girlfriend like that? Everything is cool, you go out to the movies, cafes, make out and fuck. And then suddenly you wake up with your balls cut off. And then she says it's because of a demon.”

“She didn't cut them off,” said James.

“What?”

“I said she didn't cut them off.”

“”What did she do?”

“ Do you want me to read it to you?”

”Yea.“

“*Police were called to the scene after neighbors alerted authorities about screams coming from the house next door. When police arrived on the scene, they saw a scene out of a horror movie. Twenty-year-old Marco was lying on his stomach on a small table. His arms and legs hung along the table's legs and were tied to them with rope. The boy's testicles were in a drawer of the table. It appeared that someone had opened the drawer and closed it many times with kicks, which was concluded from the dent in the wood. The boy's girlfriend, the only one at the scene, said she was not the one who did it. She said a demon that looked like a woman made of tar was responsible for everything. The girl said the demon tied Marco to a table and kicked at a drawer for ten minutes as he screamed in agony. When asked why the demon didn't do anything to her, the girl said the demon told her it was only interested in testicles*.”

They stared at each other in silence. They both knew what it was like to be hit in the balls, but what Marco experienced? It sounded like the worst nightmare. Like something one does to one's worst enemy.

“It sounds like some kind of a joke.” commented James.

“Maybe it does, but it isn't. Marco is lying in the hospital because his girlfriend castrated him. And now she's going to jail for it.”

They were silent. Aiden's erection was only a memory. He would rather die than have his testicles crushed for ten minutes. His delicate testicles. His girlfriend loved them. So many times she held them in her mouth, licking them with her soft tongue. After just a moment, his erection returned.

They didn't talk. James stared at the wall with a thoughtful face.

“What are you thinking about?” asked Aiden.

James looked at his brother.

“It sounds similar.”

“Similar? To what?”

“To what happened at the college on Green Lane.”

“On Green Lane?” contemplated Aiden. “Some kind of robbery, right? I don't remember exactly.”

“Well, no. A group of drunk students were playing hide and seek. They went down to the floor minus one and hid where they could. The one who was looking found all but one. They looked for him for a good hour. They only found him because they heard screams. They found him in the boiler room. He was hanging upside down. His legs were tied to the ceiling and his hands to the floor. Because of this, he was stretched like an arrow on a bow. He was naked, crying and begging them for help. His balls were all burned. Someone took a metal stick from the furnace and started marking his balls on every side. This boy also said something about some kind of demon. Also about a black one. When they asked him if a black girl did this to him, he said no. He said that this girl looked like an ordinary white girl who someone had painted black. He also said she had red eyes, a creepy smile and that she was naked.”

“And she was naked?” asked Aiden ironically.

“Yes, totally naked. The boy said she had a beautiful figure. The thighs of a soccer player. Big boobs. Beautiful body features. He said that when she marked his balls, he had his head at the level of her pussy.”

“Shut up.”

“What?”

“Just shut up. I don't want to listen to this nonsense. I'm going to sleep. Get lost.”

Aiden got up, walked over to the closet, took off his T-shirt and threw it into the closet. His muscular body looked sensational in the shade. He now stood in just shorts.

“It's not nonsense!” protested James.

“Sure. Fuck off.”

He grabbed his brother's arm and pulled him off the bed. He dragged him across the room to the door.

“Leave me alone.” said James.

He opened the door and pushed him out into the hallway.

“Fuck off. Come back when you grow up.”

He was already closing the door when suddenly they both heard a loud crack. They both froze.

“What was that?” asked Aiden.

James turned around and looked down the stairs. All he could see was darkness.

“I don't know. Something must have fallen down.”

“Go, check what.”

“No. What if it's the demon.”

“Are you stupid?”

“If you're not afraid, then go yourself!”

He looked at his brother. Demons don't exist, he thought. Only sick girls and naive boys exist.

“Come on. We'll go together,” he said.

He passed his brother with confidence on his face and went down the stairs to the ground floor. He stood in the middle of the darkness. For a moment he felt unsure, but only for a moment. He walked to the wall and turned on the light. The living room became bright. He looked at his brother standing in the middle of the stairs.

“See? It's nothing.”

James went downstairs. He stood next to his brother.

And then they heard another crack. James jumped up in horror.

“What the fuck was that?” he asked.

“I don't know. It sounds like it was coming...”

“...From the basement,” James finished.”

“Rats” said Aiden.

“That loud?”

“Maybe a raccoon.”

Aiden passed his brother and went on.

“Come on.” he said.

He approached the door leading to the basement. It was closed and rarely opened. James joined him.

“Maybe we should call the police?” he suggested.

“You're stupid.”

He grabbed the handle and opened them.

All he could see was the beginning of a wooden staircase plunging into darkness. He looked into its depths. Right next to him stood James and looked into the same bottomless darkness.

“I don't think this is a good idea,” James said.

“ Pussy.”

He went down, step by step, until he finally disappeared completely. James could hear the stairs creaking. Finally, Aiden stopped on the concrete floor. He fumbled with his hand for the switch and clicked it. The light, however, did not come on.

“Damn. The bulb burned out. Well, whatever.”

He went to the right and swept his hand out where to go. James heard more noises.

“Are you okay?” he asked his brother.

“Yes. I just knocked something over.”

He was there a good minute. He came back and stood in front of the stairs. James could barely see him. The delicate outline of his brother, his torso and white shorts.

“Well?”

“Nothing. It's a washing machine you faggot.” He started laughing. “And you thought it was some kind of a demon. Haha. A female demon, that travels around the city and tortures balls of guys. Oh my God, how stupid are you. Did you seriously think that here would be some female demon, painted black, who would castrate me?”

However, James didn't laugh or answer him. He looked like he was about to have a heart attack.

“Aiden. She's behind you.”

“ You're stupid.”

“Aiden. Run.”

In less than a second, Aiden shorts, along with his boxers, ripped from his body. It was as if something pulled them backwards with unimaginable force and speed. He turned around and saw her.

Red eyes shining in the darkness of the basement. The outline of her head and black hair streaming down her cheeks to her bare breasts. They were big and gorgeous. And black. She was all black. Exactly as that college boy had described. A girl soaked in tar. With red eyes and some kind of monstrous look on her face.

“Oh fuck!” shouted Aiden.

He turned around and rushed up the stairs. However, he had bad luck. He stumbled on the third step and collapsed on it like a plank.

“Get up!” shouted his brother.

But it was too late. She took two steps and leaned forward. She stretched out her hand. In front of her she had Aiden's spread legs, his thighs and ass. And just below his ass, balls that were dangling innocently. She grabbed them with her black hand. They were large, yet she managed to grasp them. She squeezed.

“AAAAAAAAAA!” shouted Aiden.

It was the worst pain he had ever felt. This demon had superhuman strength. It wasn't a feeling as if his balls had been squeezed by his angry girlfriend. It was a feeling as if his balls had been squeezed by an athlete. However, it was not the hand of an athlete, but that of a girl. A small hand, like any other, but with unimaginable strength.

“AAAAAAA!” he continued.

He did not have time to react to the worst pain of his life. Anyway, if he had time, he wouldn't have done anything. It was a pain that made any movement impossible. During such pain, all you were able to do was cry and curl up in agony on the ground.

She pulled, and then Aiden felt even more excruciating pain. And he already thought that nothing worse existed. He slid down the stairs, while his brother stood and looked at it all. He was unable to get a word out. She pulled him down the stairs until he was on the concrete floor. Then she turned to the left and pulled him deeper. The outlines of the two figures disappeared from James' eyes.

“Stop! Please!”

James stood shaking. His heart was beating as fast as ever. He could hear his brother crying. Pathetic sobbing.

“Let them go! AAAAA! Oh God! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!” he cried and paused to shout.

James ran off to the right. He turned next to the stairs and ran up. He fell down the stairs twice, as if he had never used them before. He got up and rushed on. He ran into his room, locked the door, found the phone and called his mother. The first beep, the second, the third. She didn't answer. He called again, but the result was the same.

“Fuck. Fuck it.” he said to himself.

He ran to the closet, and on the way slipped off his shorts. He had nothing under them, as he always did at home. He opened the closet. It took him longer than he expected. His hands were trembling. He took out a pair of long pants, but did not put them on. He froze and listened. He could no longer hear his brother's screams. They had stopped. Now he could hear the steady climbing up the stairs. He had the feeling that his heart was about to stop. He decided there was no time. He let his long pants fall to the ground and ran to the window. He opened it to deceive her and ran to the bed. He crouched down and crawled under it.

Footsteps approached the door. And then the door flew off its hinges, as if a car had driven into it. He saw her black bare feet. She stepped inside and stood in the middle of the room. After a moment, she moved to the window. James tried not to make any sound. She stood next to the window for a minute. Then she stepped away and stood next to his shorts. She picked them up along with his long pants, which were lying right next. Her feet turned toward the bed. The shorts and long pants fell to the ground. She started walking toward the bed. James' eyes almost fell out of his eye sockets. She stood by the bed. After a moment, he noticed her black hair, which were getting lower and lower. Then there was her forehead and face. A terrifying sight. It was as if the girl had no bones at all. She fell to the ground and rolled under the bed.

The bed jumped up several times.

“AAAAAA!” shouted James.

It jumped again and again and flew left and right. After thirty seconds, James rolled out from under it. He rolled forward with the rest of his strength, but he didn't get very far. A black open hand slid out from under the bed. It pushed forward. He continued to roll, but he didn't see it. The hand passed his legs and found itself between his thighs. In front of it, all it had was his penis and testicles scrubbing forward on the floor. The hand grabbed the testicles. They were smaller than the previous ones. James clenched his hands and the rug he held in them.

“AAAAAAAAAA!!!!” he howled as he felt the worst pain of his life.

However, this was not the end of his torment, but the beginning. The beginning of the four worst minutes of his life.

A hand pulled his testicles, as if he were an inflatable doll. His body let out a squeal as it slid backwards. The carpet was rippled. James screamed, because it was the only thing he was left with. He felt like something was about to rip off his testicles. After a while, he disappeared under the bed. The screams, however, did not stop.

\*\*\*

Aiden woke up in the basement. When he opened his eyes, he saw his feet. They were spread apart and tied to two metal pins driven into the ground. He felt pain between his legs. His testicles were red and swollen. He couldn't move. His hands were tied together and tied to the ceiling with rope. He looked in front of him and saw her, standing there.

He saw her in all her glory. Long legs, thighs as muscular as a soccer player's. A lean belly. Large breasts. Red eyes and a white smile formed from teeth sharp as piles. In her right hand she held a large wooden hammer.

“What the fuck do you want? Who are you anyway? Where is James?”

“My name is Malgrin,” she said in an exceptionally pleasant voice. Warm and sensitive. “I've come to claim your manhood.”

She walked over to him and stood by his right side.

“Wait. We can work this out somehow.”

He started to wiggle, but the ropes held him in place.

Demon Malgrin grabbed his soft penis with her left hand. She squeezed it and lifted it up.

“AAAAAA!” he shouted.

She had enough strength to lift him up by it. Aiden stood on his tiptoes so she wouldn't tear it off him. She put the hammer against his red exposed balls.

“No, wait! Please!”

She raised the hammer high above her head and swung. When the hammer collided with his fragile testicles Aiden flew back as far as his bindings would allow.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!” he shouted.

It was by far the worst pain in the world. The force of the blow was so powerful that it took away his ability to speak. He couldn't even scream anymore. He opened his mouth and let out a pathetic squeak. All thoughts left his head. Now the only thing with him was suffering.

“A... Sss...Hii” he whined.

His eyes once opened, once closed. He wriggled as much as he could.

After such a blow, he would need to go to the hospital and see if his testicles were whole. And then he should rest for a few days with ice on his sack.

Malgrin, however, had other plans.

She grabbed his penis once more and lifted it up, exposing his balls. She swung once more.

“Please,” he moaned almost silently.

She hit him again. He flew backward. Another wave of pain. Again, he couldn't scream. His legs buckled, but the rope kept him upright. His hands were shaking.

“Psss...” he muttered.

She swung again. This time he was no longer able to protest.

Then she swung a fourth, fifth and sixth time.

By the tenth, his sack was purple and his testicles were twice as big.

She did not stop, however.

After the twentieth, he was crying silently.

A day later, the newspaper wrote: *Two young brothers brutally castrated.*