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for?"
"What's he with you for?" Numie asked.
"Since he's locked in here with me, I'm teaching him some more sophisticated pleasures. Up to now, he'd just stick it in any hole available."
"Hell!" Jeb said. "I'll never go your full trip. You like to finish them off for good. I like mine live and kicking."
"As you see," Mitch said, "he hasn't completely come around to my way of thinking. But he will!"
"Mitch believes in sparing young men the pain he knows is waiting for them," Jeb added.
"He's right," Mitch said. "Life is only good when you're young. I'm in my forties now. Pretty soon I'll be a doddering old wreck. Already my right arm hurts day and night like pins and needles are being stuck in it. The circulation's bad. Every man has to go sometime. Why not now? Go out while you're still in your prime."
"You're crazy!" Numie shouted. "Let me up."
Blood exploded from one of Numie's nostrils, as Jeb's fist smashed into his face.
Momentarily dazed, Numie came to as a sweat-soaked cloth was being stuffed into his mouth. His voice was muffled. He tried to protest, but it was no use.
Mitch gripped him under the armpits; and Jeb grabbed his ankles. The men raised him up only to dump him on his back on the concrete floor. The metallic click of the ensnaring handcuffs resounded in Numie's ears.
The impact of the concrete caused his blood-soaked head to loll to one side. He was too weak to move. Whimpers were escaping from his throat.
Minutes went by before anybody touched him. He kept opening his eyes, then blinking them shut. What were they going to do to him? Fearful sounds of anticipation bubbled up.
A rough thumb lifted one of Numie's eyelids. "You're really scared, kid," Mitch said. "With good reason, I might add."
The handcuffs were biting into Numie's skin. Jeb was tying his feet.
Suddenly, Mitch's probing hands were traversing his chest. "So young and beautiful," he said. "How sad it has to decay."
Numie was writhing at the man's touch. Mitch's thumb and forefinger came together in a nerve-shattering pinch of Numie's nipple. Numie gasped. Mitch's hands traveled lower, reaching the pubic hair. There they slowly pulled, as Numie squirmed in pain. Then the fingers reached out and enclosed his cock.
Numie tried to struggle up, to wiggle away from that hand. But a slap sent him back on the floor again. Mitch gripped the cock tighter, applying more and more pressure.
Numie's chest was heaving. Breathing through his blood-clogged nose was hard. The wheezing sound coming through the cloth lodged in his mouth was heard around the room. The cords of his neck stood out like ropes.
Jeb's fingers enclosed his testicles. "They're such nice ones," he said to Mitch. "Do we really have to cut them off?"
"Of course," Mitch said. "He might impregnate some fine lady and bring yet another life into this miserable world. Make a person endure the torture I've had to."
Sprawled on the hard concrete, Numie was sighing with pain. Hoisting himself up, he was knocked down again. Beyond humiliation at this point, he waited to die.
Jeb was yanking at Numie's sac, seemingly trying to pull it from his body. Then his fingers encircled one of his testicles, squeezing it hard.
Eyes bulging, Numie moaned loudly. Electric shock traveled his quivering body.
"I want to enjoy this up close," Mitch said. "Do what you must, Jeb."
Mitch straddled Numie's chest, holding his shoulders back against the concrete. "I always like to stare into the eyes of the victim while the cutting is being done. It isn't the cutting I like so much, it's the look on the face of the victim. At first, the slicing is very slow. It doesn't hurt. Then you begin to feel the real pain. You won't be able to stand it. But nature has her own protection. As the cutting gets deeper, you'll pass out. That's when all the fun goes for me, and I lose interest." Holding Numie's cheeks between his hands, he asked, "Do you want Jeb to masturbate you? It'll be the last time in your life
"What's he with you for?" Numie asked.
"Since he's locked in here with me, I'm teaching him some more sophisticated pleasures. Up to now, he'd just stick it in any hole available."
"Hell!" Jeb said. "I'll never go your full trip. You like to finish them off for good. I like mine live and kicking."
"As you see," Mitch said, "he hasn't completely come around to my way of thinking. But he will!"
"Mitch believes in sparing young men the pain he knows is waiting for them," Jeb added.
"He's right," Mitch said. "Life is only good when you're young. I'm in my forties now. Pretty soon I'll be a doddering old wreck. Already my right arm hurts day and night like pins and needles are being stuck in it. The circulation's bad. Every man has to go sometime. Why not now? Go out while you're still in your prime."
"You're crazy!" Numie shouted. "Let me up."
Blood exploded from one of Numie's nostrils, as Jeb's fist smashed into his face.
Momentarily dazed, Numie came to as a sweat-soaked cloth was being stuffed into his mouth. His voice was muffled. He tried to protest, but it was no use.
Mitch gripped him under the armpits; and Jeb grabbed his ankles. The men raised him up only to dump him on his back on the concrete floor. The metallic click of the ensnaring handcuffs resounded in Numie's ears.
The impact of the concrete caused his blood-soaked head to loll to one side. He was too weak to move. Whimpers were escaping from his throat.
Minutes went by before anybody touched him. He kept opening his eyes, then blinking them shut. What were they going to do to him? Fearful sounds of anticipation bubbled up.
A rough thumb lifted one of Numie's eyelids. "You're really scared, kid," Mitch said. "With good reason, I might add."
The handcuffs were biting into Numie's skin. Jeb was tying his feet.
Suddenly, Mitch's probing hands were traversing his chest. "So young and beautiful," he said. "How sad it has to decay."
Numie was writhing at the man's touch. Mitch's thumb and forefinger came together in a nerve-shattering pinch of Numie's nipple. Numie gasped. Mitch's hands traveled lower, reaching the pubic hair. There they slowly pulled, as Numie squirmed in pain. Then the fingers reached out and enclosed his cock.
Numie tried to struggle up, to wiggle away from that hand. But a slap sent him back on the floor again. Mitch gripped the cock tighter, applying more and more pressure.
Numie's chest was heaving. Breathing through his blood-clogged nose was hard. The wheezing sound coming through the cloth lodged in his mouth was heard around the room. The cords of his neck stood out like ropes.
Jeb's fingers enclosed his testicles. "They're such nice ones," he said to Mitch. "Do we really have to cut them off?"
"Of course," Mitch said. "He might impregnate some fine lady and bring yet another life into this miserable world. Make a person endure the torture I've had to."
Sprawled on the hard concrete, Numie was sighing with pain. Hoisting himself up, he was knocked down again. Beyond humiliation at this point, he waited to die.
Jeb was yanking at Numie's sac, seemingly trying to pull it from his body. Then his fingers encircled one of his testicles, squeezing it hard.
Eyes bulging, Numie moaned loudly. Electric shock traveled his quivering body.
"I want to enjoy this up close," Mitch said. "Do what you must, Jeb."
Mitch straddled Numie's chest, holding his shoulders back against the concrete. "I always like to stare into the eyes of the victim while the cutting is being done. It isn't the cutting I like so much, it's the look on the face of the victim. At first, the slicing is very slow. It doesn't hurt. Then you begin to feel the real pain. You won't be able to stand it. But nature has her own protection. As the cutting gets deeper, you'll pass out. That's when all the fun goes for me, and I lose interest." Holding Numie's cheeks between his hands, he asked, "Do you want Jeb to masturbate you? It'll be the last time in your life
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