Archie, Kacper, and Oliver exchanged nervous glances in the back of the unmarked police SUV as the vehicle was driven into an abandoned-looking warehouse on the outskirts of town.
“Where have you taken us?” Archie demanded.
Maggie, the stern-looking 56-year-old ex-military chief of police who was behind the wheel, ignored him. She slowed down to a stop, rolled down all four tinted windows, and greeted a strikingly beautiful young woman with dark hair and assassin’s eyes. She was wearing a short black skirt, high heels, a black sparkly puffer coat, and sunglasses even though it was nighttime.
“Fuck,” Archie whispered. He recognized her. Her name was Tess. She was only 28-years-old, but rumor had it she had recently taken out her own mob boss father, plus several of his lieutenants and allies, before taking over the whole operation for herself. On top of that, people gossiped in quiet corners around town that she couldn’t have done it alone, that perhaps she had gotten some help from her lesbian lover, the chief of police: Maggie.
Tess peered over Maggie’s shoulder into the back of the SUV at the three college-aged boys that were all handcuffed behind their backs: Archie, 5’11” with a swimmer’s build, black curly hair under a gray beanie, olive skin, green eyes like his mother’s; Kacper, a skinny guy from the cross country team, same height as Archie, with brown eyes, dark straight hair, lots of freckles; and lastly Oliver, who was 6’1” and had a lean, surfer type of look with his bronze, sun-kissed skin and long, messy, dirty blonde hair.
“These are the guys that stole my thumb drive?” Tess asked incredulously.
Maggie nodded. “So far they’ve refused to tell me where it is. But they match who I saw in security footage.”
The boys all began yelling that they had the wrong guys. Maggie told them all the shut up and threatened them with pepper spray until they quieted down.
Tess sucked her teeth. “Well, let’s get started. I don’t have all night.”
Maggie stepped out of the car and opened the rear driver’s side door. Oliver just happened to be the one sitting there. Maggie pulled her firearm from its holster.
“You first,” Maggie said. “Get out of the car.”
“No,” Oliver said.
Maggie and Tess looked at each other and chuckled. Maggie pistol whipped Oliver across the mouth and his whole head snapped to the side. She holstered her weapon and reached in, grabbing Oliver’s hair in one hand and his crotch in the other. Oliver gasped as she squeezed down on his balls, then pulled him out of the car by his hair and by his crotch and threw him on the ground.
Archie and Kacper started yelling, telling her to leave him alone, and were promptly pepper sprayed in their faces before Maggie slammed the door on them. They moaned, gagging on pepper spray fumes, and squeezed their burning eyes shut.
Maggie turned around and gave Oliver a kick that flipped him onto his back and almost surely broke a couple of his ribs. She clearly heard the cracking sound before he yelped and started whimpering.
“Tell me where my thumb drive is and we can all pretend this never happened,” Tess said to Oliver.
“I don’t know what you’re fucking talking about,” Oliver said. He turned his head and spit a mouthful of bloody saliva across the cement floor.
Maggie shook her head, and Oliver watched as she picked up something that was lying nearby: a plastic milk crate that already had a set of handcuffs dangling from each handle.
“What is that?” Oliver asked nervously.
“A leg spreader,” Maggie said. She kicked Oliver’s legs open and cuffed his ankles to opposite sides of the milk crate. “I find it useful when I need to loosen a young man’s lips.”
As Maggie kneeled beside him and started tugging down his Adidas sweatpants, he tried to wiggle away from her. But with his legs spread and his hands cuffed, there wasn’t much he could do. She pulled them all the way to his hairy calf muscles.
Tess walked over and licked her lips as she looked at the massive bulge in Oliver’s white Calvin Klein briefs. “Damn, boy. Bet the girls love you.”
Maggie went to the SUV and came back with a 12-gauge shotgun from the dash. She pulled something small and white from her pocket and chucked it at Oliver. It landed on his chest with a soft thud.
“Know what that is?” she asked.
Oliver spit out a little more blood and glanced at the little white pouch lying on his chest. “I don’t know. A tea bag?”
Maggie smiled. “You’re very funny, Oliver. But it’s actually a bean bag round. Do you know what a bean bag round is? It’s a cotton pouch filled with beads.”
Oliver swallowed nervously and his eyes darted briefly to his groin, his white briefs, the crate holding his legs apart. Maggie could see his wheels turning. Oliver flinched as she racked the slide of her shotgun.
“Oliver, do you plan on having kids someday?” Maggie asked. Oliver just stared back at her and tried not to look scared. Maggie stepped on his torso and he cried out in pain as she leaned on his broken ribs. “Answer me.”
“Yes!” Oliver cried out.
Maggie pointed her shotgun at the two big spuds that were visibly bulging in his briefs. “Where’s the thumb drive, Oliver?”
“Please, I don’t know!” Oliver cried. “I swear to you I don’t know!”
“This is your last chance, Oliver, or this bean bag round is gonna shatter your testicles.”
“Please, I’m begging you! Please! I swear I don’t know anything about a fucking thumb drive!”
Maggie pulled the trigger. BOOM! A flash of sparks. A bean bag traveling at 300 feet per second slammed Oliver’s testicles into the floor, rupturing them. Oliver’s screams echoed off the warehouse walls.
Maggie racked the slide, took aim, and pulled the trigger again. BOOM! Another bean bag slammed Oliver’s balls into the floor. He bucked and suddenly emptied both his stomach and his balls at the same time. His shoulders came up off of the floor and he vomited all over his shirt. His thick cock throbbed visibly inside of his briefs, spurting a huge load of semen that had been smashed out of his balls.
Archie and Kacper were screaming from the car to leave Oliver alone. Tess stood by and watched with absolute delight, deriving immense sexual pleasure from watching Maggie break Oliver’s balls. “Do it again,” Tess said.
Maggie racked the slide and took aim.
“No … please,” Oliver said, hardly conscious.
Maggie pulled the trigger. BOOM! Oliver gasped as it slammed what used to be his testicles into the cement.
“Alright, that’s enough,” Tess said, and she pulled a switchblade from her pocket and flicked it open. “This one clearly doesn’t know anything. But I bet they do. If you boys wanna help your friend, you better start talking.”
Tess bent over and used Oliver’s well defined cum gutters to slide the blade between his skin and his briefs. She sliced through the waistband in two places, then grabbed his underwear and yanked them off. Archie and Kacper gazed at Oliver’s bruised and swollen low hangers sympathetically—and then Oliver screamed as she stepped on them and twisted her foot as if putting out a cigarette.
Oliver’s terrible moans filled the warehouse as Tess took a silver cigar cutter from her pocket and fed Oliver’s long, soft cock through the opening.
“Last chance, boys,” Tess said to Archie and Kacper.
Oliver used the last of his strength to raise his head and look at what Tess was about to do. “No … please,” he said, voice so weak that nobody even heard him except Tess.
“Sigh. I guess your friends aren’t willing to help you,” Tess said to Oliver. “Such a shame because you have a really nice one. Oh well.”
Tess squeezed her cigar cutter. Oliver gasped. He felt a pinch but only for a moment. The sharp blade sliced through flesh like softened butter. Oliver watched as his thick cock tumbled down over his shattered testicles, landed on the cement floor, and rolled away. His eyes rolled back. His head hit the floor and rolled to the side. He was out.
Archie and Kacper watched in silent horror as Tess walked over to the SUV and opened the door. Kacper was next but put up a hell of a fight. Tess had to tase him before dragging him out and throwing him onto his back. Maggie came over and stomped on Kacper’s groin with her heavy boot until the fight in him was gone.
“Let’s string this one up,” Tess said. Kacper groaned in pain as Tess and Maggie dragged him behind the SUV and stripped him.
Tess got a long thin nylon rope from her trunk. Kacper yelped as she tied one end very tightly around the neck of his long, hairy ballsack. Tess grunted as she threw the rope over a metal beam overhead, and then tied the other end to the tow hitch of the SUV.
Maggie started the engine, put it in a drive, and slowly lifted her foot off of the brake. The SUV rolled forward slowly. Tess looked down at Kacper’s cute, terrified face with a smile as the rope slowly lifted him into the air by his balls. Maggie put it in park when only the back of Kacper’s head was still touching the floor.
Kacper whined and trembled as he dangled from his balls. They were stretched at least a foot away from his body. His elongated scrotum looked like a pencil now. The spermatic cords were stretched and beginning to break. Tess stood over him in her short skirt. Kacper could see that she was not wearing any underwear and that she had pulled out her switchblade again.
“Being the third one out,” Tess said to Maggie.
Maggie dragged Archie out of the car to watch. Archie tried to avert his eyes. Maggie shoved him against the SUV and pounded her knee into his groin at least 30 times so that he would be more compliant. Archie collapsed onto his stomach. Maggie stepped on his balls from behind—Archie groaned in pain as they were smushed into the cement floor—and pulled on the curly black hair sticking out of his beanie to make him watch what was about to happen to Kacper.
“What’s your name, honey?” Tess said to Archie.
“It’s Archie,” he said, and his voice cracked as Maggie leaned harder on his testicles.
“Archie, I’m about to neuter your friend here.” She held the cold, sharp switchblade against his pencil-thin scrotum. “You can save his balls by telling me where my thumb drive is.”
Kacper looked over at Archie. Tears rolled out of Archie’s eyes. “I don’t know,” he said. “None of us do.”
Tess shook her head and looked back down at Kacper, who was looking up into her eyes. “Sorry, little buddy.”
Tess neutered him effortlessly with a quick jerk of her hand. Kacper’s body slapped against the floor. The nylon cord retracted with a SNAP and flung Kacper’s testicles hard against the warehouse ceiling. They traveled a great distance and landed with a loud thud somewhere else in the warehouse. Kacper curled into a ball and moaned.
Maggie pulled Archie’s pants and boxer briefs down and kneeled on his lower back. Archie cried out in pain as she grabbed his large, hairy testicles in both hands and brutally squeezed them. The pain was blinding and like nothing Archie had ever experienced.
“Stand him up,” Tess said.
Maggie hoisted Archie to his feet. His pants were down by his ankles now. There was a well defined tan line on his thighs from the black Speedo he wore to diving practice almost every day. His long, thick, circumcised penis dangled between his legs. He was bigger than both Oliver and Kacper down there. His fat, veiny, blue-ish testicles were snuggled behind his cock, one hanging slightly lower than the other. The balls were shaved perfectly smooth while the pubes and happy trail above his cock were buzzed extremely short, better for swimming and diving.
“Thanks for bringing your own blindfold,” Maggie said as she pulled Archie’s beanie down over his eyes.
Archie screamed as Tess stepped forward and kicked his balls as hard as she could. It made a loud crunch and lifted him to his tippy toes. He screamed. The first kick alone would have easily folded him, but Maggie was strong. She squeezed his biceps hard and kept him standing through many more kicks. Tess was fierce and athletic. Her kicks were hard enough to guarantee that he’d never have to buy condoms again—maybe for STI prevention, but certainly not for contraception—assuming she let him keep his cock and balls at all.
As the kicks raged on, Archie could feel his balls slowly losing their structural integrity. Pain radiated into his slender abdomen and it felt like somebody squeezing his intestines. That’s when he heard a familiar sound: Tess had picked up the shotgun and racked the slide.
BOOM!
Archie howled as he felt a bean bag round slap slam his testicles and inner thighs before putting a large dent in the back of the SUV behind him. His legs turned to jelly and he dropped to the floor like a sack of flour, lying on his back, wailing in pain.
Tess quickly racked the slide and fired another bean bag round between Archie’s legs, and he screamed as it slammed his testicles into his body. The shotgun clattered to the floor. Tess ripped the beanie off of Archie’s head so that he could watch her emasculate him. She sat down on his thighs and pulled her cigar cutter from her pocket.
“No … please!” Archie begged. His green eyes looked glassy and frightened as Tess pulled his penis through the opening and pushed the cutter all the way down to the base of it. It barely fit because of its thickness.
“Alright, Archie. No thumb drive…no cock.”
“Stop!” Archie screamed as she began to squeeze the cutter. “I hid it in my girlfriend’s house! I can take you straight to it!”
Tess smiled. “Well, then I guess we are going for a ride. Give me the address.”
As soon as Archie gave it to her, she grabbed his shattered balls and squeezed them until he fainted.
“Shit,” Maggie said, looking back and forth between the boys’ faces and her cell phone. She was rewatching the security cam footage that she had used to identify them. “Um…”
“Spit it out,” Tess said. “What’s the problem?”
“These aren’t the right guys,” Maggie said. “They look a LOT like them, but … it’s not them.”
Tess looked furious. “If these aren’t the guys then why he did say it’s at his girlfriend’s house?”
“To buy himself time,” Maggie said. “And try to save his cock.”
“I need that thumb drive, Maggie.”
“I know,” Maggie said. “I’ll find them.”
Archie was moaning as he started to come to. His eyes fluttered open. He raised his head and looked groggily down at Tess, who was still sitting on his thighs and still had his cock in her cigar cutter. She glared back at him.
“This is for wasting my time,” she said.
She squeezed her cigar cutter hard. Archie felt a sharp, painful pinch at the base of his cock and gasped. He watched in shock as Tess laid his thick cock between his pecs. Then his eyes rolled back in their sockets and he went limp again as he passed out.