Beautiful Boy By: Mark [GAY] [TESTICLES]

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Beautiful Boy By: Mark

\[GAY\] \[TESTICLES\]



A young man prepares to meet his fate.



Is there anything more beautiful than a mature young man lying naked in bed? My eyes took in every inch of his lovely body, taut and smooth, held in place by restraints placed there only moments before.



The muscles in his arms and legs were well defined as they pulled in vain to loosen the leather straps encircling his wrists and ankles. The bed would shake as he tried over and over to free himself, only to collapse in frustration. Tears spilled down his pretty face as he realized there was nothing he could do to avoid his fate. His sobs were muffled by the ball gag that was held firmly in place.



I couldn’t resist running my hands over his body. His chest, almost hairless, with two small nipples that stiffened when I pinched them. And best of all his cock, which had swollen to its full 7-inch length as my fingers stroked and teased it.



His ballsack was pulled close to his body, almost as if it was trying to escape what was to come. I kneaded it, massaging the round testes within. I noticed that a drop of moisture had oozed from the tip of the cock. Despite the fear, this boy was definitely very turned on.



I always love watching a boy as he approaches climax. As my hand kept up a steady rhythm up and down his shaft, his muscles tensed all over his body. The pre-cum spilled out, making it easier to stroke the cock. Then the sure sign that ejaculation was about to happen: his toes curled, and he cried out in pleasure.



I left his cum where it landed, glistening on his stomach and heaving chest. The cock softened, a drop of white fluid leaking from its tip. And the ballsack loosened, allowing the testes to hang lower.



My fingers worked gently, massaging the sack, coaxing the balls to pull even further away from the body. Soon it became easy to find the cords that descended from the body and attached to the testes. I could hear the muffled sobs as he realized what I was doing, and what was about to happen.



I reached under the bed to pick up the burdizzo with my left hand. The fingers of my right hand were pressed against the cords attached to his right ball. I opened the clamp and positioned it against the ballsack, gently squeezing the handles until the metal jaws were fastened securely around the cords.



His body jerked as I closed the handles as tight as I could. The silver jaws crushed the cord in a vice-like grip. He cried into the gag, and pulled against the restraints. His thrashing caused his cum to spill off his chest and stomach, and drip onto the white sheet.



Releasing the clamp, a deep red indentation was visible in his ballsack. A blood blister was already forming. I felt around and could easily detect the damage within. His right ball was dying.



Despite the gag, I could make out his pleading as I positioned the clamp on the left side of his ballsack. The pleading turned into a scream as the jaws bit into the cord, squeezing the life from his last remnant of manhood. I kept my hand wrapped tightly around the handles as he thrashed against the sheet in protest.



Less than half an hour passed before his sack became cold, starved of the warm blood that fed his testes. I took a wet washcloth and gently cleaned the sticky cum off his chest and stomach. Soon, there would be no need to do that anymore.





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