So, this is my most violent and excessive story to date. I think that fetishes are like drug addictions where you have to keep making the content more and more extreme to get the same "high". However, I hope that those who read it get something useful out of it.
cheers,
nicholas
The
Fugative: MIB
Zeke Abrahms
twiddled his thumbs. Then his fingers, and finally his feet. He was sitting in
a black room with black furniture and black wallpaper, windowless and airtight.
He was in a nondescript government building just outside Washington DC. And all
he could do was . . . wait.
After an eon,
an older man in a black suit opened a door and motioned that Zeke should go in.
Inside Zeke found a desk with seven men arranged behind it, and one sitting man
who had the look of a person known for having absolute authority.
“Have a seat,
Mr. Abrahms,” gestured the older man, he did not smile. Zeke obediently sat.
“Now, you are
here, as I’m sure you know, because you have the most classified and top-secret
information of your government’s nuclear program. Your government knows you
have it, and have defected here to give it to us, but your life is now in OUR
hands until next week when the information will be in the hands of the UN
Solicitor General. After that point your protection will no longer be
necessary.”
“We’re very
good at hiding people, Mr. Abrahms, but more than that, we’re very good at
keeping people happy while they are in hiding. Standing arrayed in front of you
and behind me is part of your security detail. All are gay or bisexual males
that are near your height and weight. They are all well endowed and perpetually
horny. They also are marines, and have all killed in this nation’s defense.
They will be with you 24/7 and any and all of your needs will be catered to by
them. They will bathe you, have sex with you, get you whatever food or drink
you like, and even sing you a lullaby at night should you so desire it.”
Zeke’s head
nearly popped out of his eyes. “Do they know . . . “and he trailed off.
“What, about
your sexual preferences? Of course. Do you not think there’s anything about you
we don’t know? We know you have emasculated 4 men willingly, and two teenagers
unwillingly. We know you like to crush men’s’ balls, kick, hit, even bite them
off with your teeth. We know you have a small collection of gold plated penises
taken from your victims. Yes, we’re well aware of your ‘needs’, and these men
are quite willing to let you do anything you like to them. Further, should you
‘use up’ these seven, there are 28 more to take their places. Your second and
third units of protection follow at a discrete distance to be ready at any
moment to take their places.
Zeke sized up
the men arrayed in front of him. They were all Caucasian and all of them were
fucking HOT.
“Now,” said
the chief agent in a monotone, “The plan is, you will be flown to a secure
location in Las Vegas, Nevada, disguised as one of your own detail. There you
will remain until being called for by the UN. You will be locked down and separated
from the larger society. We hope the personal detail will be able to keep you .
. . amused.”
Zeke grinned
broadly. A whole week with 35 hot guys whom he could do anything he wanted to.
House arrest was a pale incarceration to this deal. He nodded to the man
sitting in front of him.
The agent on
the far left motioned to Zeke. “Follow us, sir.”
Zeke got up
and followed. He already had the first hint of a woody.
Within minutes
he was in a black SUV, followed by three other identical SUVs, with a motorcade
of police shooting across DC’s wealthy suburbs. Like black bird bullets they
homed in on the Ronald Reagan National Airport. As they were traveling Zeke
looked to his right and left. One hot blond and one hot brunette. He rubbed his
own crotch for a few minutes, and then reached over and just groped the blond’s
crotch. The hunky agent simply turned his head and smiled. Behind his black
sunglasses, the blond was clearly interested.
Very quickly
the blond’s erection began to lump and tent his fly. Zeke’s questing hand
unzipped the fly and let loose the pulsing penis. It popped out and very
quickly Zeke bent his torso to his right and engulfed the member with his
mouth. It was blood-warm and hard as a plank. It slipped it in and out of his
mouth, his throat. It was beautiful. He sucked, he gagged, and he worshiped the
organ. The blond agent began to moan and rolled his head backwards. This guy
had a short fuse though, because it was only about five minutes of sucking
before he shot his load, right down Zeke’s throat. Within seconds of that they
arrived at the private plane that had been reserved and they all left the SUV.
The blond had stuffed his dick back in his pants and only a slight sheen of sex
sweat on his forehead showed he’d just cum in a guy’s mouth.
Zeke followed
the thirty-five agents onto the plane. It was a crème-colored passenger jet. It
was sumptuously appointed. Then a tall red-headed agent gave Zeke a quick tour.
He was shown the cockpit with two sexy male pilots, dozens of comfy seats, the
galley and a back room that was just big enough for one queen bed. The agent
indicated that the bed was for Zeke and only Zeke. The agents, in their
identical black suits and identical hair cuts and identical black sunglasses
would sleep in their seats. As they were leaving the rear of the jet, Zeke
noticed the flight attendant. She was a twenty-something Arabic woman wearing a
hijab and she smiled demurely at him as he passed. He smiled back.
Zeke went to
his seat as the jet taxied on the runway. Soon they were off and gliding
through the air at supersonic speeds. It occurred to him that he would probably
soon be joining the mile-high club, something of note even in his otherwise
backward country.
He looked
around himself, at the sea of males to take and do with as he pleased. It was
hard to decide where to begin. He decided he would break the ice by proposing a
game. Nutball to be precise. Zeke leaned over to the agent sitting next to him
and whispered into his ear.
“Listen up,
gentleman. The package here wants us to play a game of nutball. The winner gets
to suck him off, the looser gets his nuts crushed.” To a man, all of the agents
smiled. “Who’s up for it?”
Two hands
immediately shot up. A burly brown haired guy and smooth Latino volunteered and
they stripped off their pants and shoes, revealing identical white boxer-briefs
which outlined their cock and balls. They sat in the isle, about six feet from
each other, and another agent tossed them an orange from the galley. Now as
former marines, they all knew how to play nutball. Toss orange into the other
guy’s package and whoever scores a direct hit (if it results in admission of
pain) gets a point. Play continues until one concedes.
The orange
started to be tossed. Muscularity and masculinity were no guarantees of good
aim, and it took a few tosses before either scored a point. The first few
orange tosses were well clear of the target. Finally, the Latino got it
directly in the nuts and he huffed a bit, clutched himself, and laughed it off.
All the agents cheered and clapped. A few tosses later the burly guy got it
hard in the nuts. He grabbed his crotch and groaned a bit, but quickly
recovered. Back and forth they went until the Latino scored such a direct hit
that the burly brunette could only hold himself and thrash around on the floor
of the plane. The Latino smiled, his bronze skin sweaty with nut-pain. He got
up and stripped off the rest of his cloths. The other agents forcibly stripped
the looser and made him stand, they blind folded him and cuffed his hands
behind him. While the Latino settled himself between Zeke’s legs and gently
extracted his penis from his pants to suck on it, the burly agent was
positioned so Zeke could watch his castration and get head at the same time.
A short agent
who looked like he’d been a gymnast in a prior life began to smash his foot
into the burly agent’s dangling nuts and a countdown started on the lifespan of
his ghoolies. A gentle, warm and wet mouth sucked on Zeke’s turgid member while
a firm hand cupped and pulled on his sack, ever-so-slightly. The burly agent
was getting his nuts busted by the shorter agent and all the other guys on the
plane were cheering it on, each eager to see another guy get nutted. Some were
rubbing their own crotches, some other guy’s crotches. Meanwhile Zeke was in
heaven. Busting over there, sucking here. The Latino must be a gay, thought
Zeke. He knew how to give head. Gentle but persistent, great suction, amazing
friction. Zeke moaned. The guy getting nutted moaned and drooled. The Latino
moaned in his throat as he took down Zeke’s woody waiting eagerly for it to burst
with jizz in his gullet.
Through
half-lidded eyes, Zeke watched the ballbusting and hoped it would last. Just as
the burly’s balls were reaching critical mass, Zeke could feel the precursor to
orgasm in his body. That tingling body tightness like a volcano is about to
erupt.
“OH FUCK, MY
BALLS, MY BALLS, FUCK FUCK FUCK!” yelled the burly guy, and there was sound of
two loud “POPS”, and his testicles were no more. All the guys cheered and
laughed. One Texan agent cried out a “YAAAHHH WHOOO” like he’d just wrangled a
cow.
Zeke meanwhile
orgasmed, his juicy jizz flowing into the Latino’s eager mouth. The guy sucking
him off clearly liked to be subservient as he kept looking up for approval from
Zeke. This was a massive turn on, and Zeke, like most males, hated the fact
that there was subsiding of lust in sex before it could be repeated. As the
plane floated on rising cold air, Zeke floated on the updrafts of post-coital
bliss. His body was loose, pliable, sexy, and relaxed. The Latino slowed his
sucking and let the diminished boner slide out of his mouth and instead went to
suck gently on Zeke’s tight sack. Zeke’s two eggs were gently swished around in
the Latino’s mouth, and the slight pain of it make Zeke feel alive and virile.
The burly
agent had passed out cold, and was taken to a chamber near the cockpit. He’d
been seen to by a doctor after landing. The
revelry was short lived as the stewardess began to serve drinks and food. She
seemed unphased by the nut busting action and blatant sex. Perhaps she saw
stuff like this all the time. Or perhaps she was too well-bred to show it.
Eating and
drinking occupied everyone’s attention for about an hour. Zeke had zipped up
his fly, the Latino had redressed and there was some quiet chatter amongst the
agents. When the plates had been cleared, Zeke realized all the sex had made
him sleepy, and he made his way into the rear of the plane to lay down for a
while. The bed was very soft, with fluffy pillows and smooth cotton sheets. As
he lay there his mind drifted. He turned onto his right side, and he heard a
faint click and some soft footsteps, no doubt an agent had come to check on
him. At that moment, Zeke had a sneezing fit and he doubled in half. He heard a
THUMP and looked to his left. Where his head had been seconds before was a twelve-inch
knife. He looked up. The stewardess was pulling a second knife from her sash.
Without even thinking Zeke rolled to his left, and with his right food kicked
the second knife out of her hand. Having been in his country’s secret service,
Zeke was skilled at defending himself. And killing. Her empty hand went diving
for his throat and she screamed a curse at him as she tried to strangle him. At
that moment there was commotion, and two agent’s appeared at the doorway, and
saw what was happening. Within a heart beat their hand-guns were out and they expertly
shot the crazed assassin through the head, her hijab swirling around. Her body
convulsed a bit and then collapsed on top of Zeke. He pushed the corpse off
himself and stood up. The adrenaline was coursing through his body and he found
his chest was heaving.
“You OK sir?”
asked the tall red head as he reholstered his weapon.
“Fine, fine.”
He was still breathing hard.
“I’ll clear away
the body, and you can get back to your rest.”
“No,” said
Zeke. “I’d like some company, I think.”
“Of course.
Who would you like?”
“You two will
do,” said Zeke with a smile. To be truthful, his near brush with death made him
want to surround himself with man-flesh. Strong, safe and comforting.
Apparently,
the jet had a body hatch, and the eastern woman’s body was dragged and rolled
to the compartment and sealed up. It too would be looked at after they landed.
Knowing he was now completely safe, Zeke stripped, as did the two agents he’d
indicated. The tall redhead and the short Asian were both very handsome for
their races, and soon the three were having sex amidst the cotton sheets.
Fucking and sucking. All three were ripped, horny, and in love with the male
form. Zeke had an opportunity to squeeze and suck on their testicles. The Asian
had small hard marbles, and the super-white redhead had large meaty ovals. After
an hour of sex, and several orgasms each, they collapsed in the bed, and spooned
for warmth and comfort. Soon, they were all asleep, and stayed that way until
shortly before landing.
The
disembarking was swift and orderly. Everyone was dressed and inscrutable again,
black suits and black glasses. Zeke was same, but he kept the hijab of the
assassin which reminded him of how closely death was linked with life. He tied
it around his wrist, so that the bloodstain on it was visible if he twisted his
wrist.
Three black
SUVs awaited them. He entered the middle one and they were quickly on their
way. The vehicles smoothly zoomed into the heart of the City of Sin and Zeke
felt safe, squashed between a black agent and a black-haired agent. Through the
tinted window’s, Zeke gawked and goggled at the glitz and glamor of Las Vegas. It
was amazing. His country had nothing like it. They drove towards a huge pyramid
of glass and around behind it. A portal opened, and the three SUVs descended to
a secret underground compound which lay in the heart of the city. Down, down,
down they drove until they reached a complex of rooms which was guarded by
several soldier units, dressed in fatigues. One of these guards caught Zeke’s
attention, a breath-taking blond guy with boyish features and a chiseled body. The
SUVs disembarked, and after ID’s were inspected and protocols followed, they
were led to a suite of apartments, which had living rooms, bedrooms, kitchens,
and luxurious bathing pools.
After all that
sex and death, Zeke was in the mood to get clean. As the agents distributed
themselves evenly among the abode, Zeke stripped and entered one of the pools.
It was warm and bubbly. One of the agents came over.
“Do you need
anything sir?” the agent inquired.
“I need some
nuts to crack.”
“Shall I find
you someone?”
“Certainly.”
“Wait here.”
The agent moved off.
After a minute
Zeke heard him asking for a volunteer to have his nuts ruptured by the package.
Three agents volunteered. Within five minutes three naked adult men entered the
pool to join Zeke. It was a smorgasbord of testicles. But first, they
reverently washed and scrubbed Zeke’s tight and muscular middle-eastern body.
He was handsome by any measure and worthy of worship. When he was clean Zeke
had them sit on the edge of the pool so that their nuts lay on the hard marble.
They spread their legs wide and allowed him to start punching their nuts and
smashing them into the stone. All three were black haired white guys with sexy
bodies. They all cried out and moaned as he brutalized their balls. He
squeezed, he punched, he smashed, and he pummeled their man-eggs. He moved
between the three, letting them rest between pain, but he wanted to neuter
these men. Crush their nuts into goo. So, he stopped to focus on the one
furthest to the left. With his left hand he stroked the guy’s cock, while with
the right he squeezed the guy’s droopier left testicle. Determined to pop it,
he squeezed and squeezed and squeezed. The nut went flatter and flatter until
it popped and gushed between his fingers. The agent’s body shuddered as he came
and Zeke’s left hand was slick with sperm while his right one continued to
squeeze the man’s ruined, mushy remains. The strong agent passed out and
slumped back. The other two agents had watched, not the least bit afraid to
lose their own onions and were jacking themselves off all the while.
He moved to
the middle agent. He briefly kissed the man and then said matter-of-factly “I’m
going to suck in both your balls and crush them between my teeth. I’m also
going to burdizzo them and cut your cords. You may die from the pain.”
“Hot!” said
the muscular, smooth skinned man.
“Feed them to
me yourself.” For Zeke this was that hottest part, having guys willing offer up
their nuts to him. He was the man, they were disposable toys.
“No problem,”
said the agent. Zeke’s mouth was open and waiting, his pearly whites looking
deadly to the man’s agates. Ready to pulverize them.
The agent
stuffed his nuts into Zeke’s mouth and then continued to stroke his pole and
moan. Loudly.
At first Zeke
just sucked on the huge balls in his mouth to cause discomfort. Then when that
got boring, he positioned one testicle between each set of molars and began to
chow down on the agent’s jiffies. He chomped on them and ground his molars
together. The two glands began to swell in his mouth and filled his cheeks.
GRIND GRIND GRIND. The agent moaned louder and louder. “Ohhhh. Fuckkkk. My
nutssss. OH MY GOD. Shit, My FUCKING NUTS.” GRIND GRIND GRIND. And then a huge
SPLAT as both testicles exploded in their sack and in his mouth. His cheeks
puffed out as his mouth filled with a mushy spermy scrotum. The man also jacked
himself to completion and cum spilled all over Zeke’s newly clean face. Some of
which dribbled down into his mouth. As he chewed the remains of this guys
gonads he could taste the cum and savored it. The man’s moans turned to crying
and he then fell backwards and was out cold. As promised Zeke bit through the
man’s cords, though he knew the agent couldn’t feel it being unconscious.
The last guy
had been watching with interest and now that it was his turn, was curious how
he’d be neutered. The soggy sack in Zeke’s mouth slid out, and he moved to his
right. The pool had a seat-ledge around its inside perimeter like a spa so
people could sit in the water.
As he moved to
be in front of the last agent, Zeke motioned the agent to him. The man slid
down into the water, his huge woody waggling in front of him.
“So, I want
you to sit on the seat and suck me off. While you do, I’ll crush your nuts with
my knees. You will most likely drown when they pop. Are you willing to die for
me?”
The guy gave a
huge smile. “FUCK Yeah! I’d love to die sucking your huge cock. Crush my nuts
man. Tell the guys how awesome you are to take my nuts and my life. Make me
mush and fucking kill me. My balls are yours man.”
“OK. Have a
seat and open wide.”
The agent sat,
his junk disappearing underwater, and Zeke stuffed his cock into the guy’s
gaping mouth-hole. The agent put his hands on Zeke’s butt to stabilize himself,
essentially forcing Zeke’s cock into his mouth. Zeke started to fuck his face
and placed one knee on each of the guy’s testicles. They popped around against
the stone rim-seat and the man’s face was just above water and totally let Zeke
ram his pole like he was fucking an ass; hard and fast. The agent’s eggs bent
and warped from the pressure. They were sure to crack. Zeke’s hard knees flattened
the baby makers and the man’s expert frottage was getting Zeke close to cumming.
Zeke wanted to bust his own nuts down the man’s gullet while he died in abject
pain. Faster and faster the man sucked and his swollen nuts were getting
crushed. Like cracking two walnuts the man’s balls crushed into gel in one
moment. A sexy underwater “CRUNCH” Zeke’s cum burst out like a cannon, and the
writhing man had no choice but two swallow it. And swallow it and swallow it.
Zeke was a prolific cummer. The man began to suffocate as his mouth and nose
filled with cum. Zeke cruelly continued to crush the guy’s babymakers until the
agent slipped down underwater and shuddered. The man’s own penis had released
semen, and it come to float on the surface of the water. Zeke hopped off the
man’s ghoolies and reached down to crush the mush with his hands. The man
continued to shudder until he went still. He was dead, and he’d sacrificed his
manhood to Zeke. Willing and with reverence. As it should be. Men’s genitals
were cheap and so were their lives.
Zeke called
over an agent.
“Take the two
living ones and cut off their cock’s and the remains of their balls and cook
them. I’m hungry. This one,” pointing to the dead agent, “had an accident. He
didn’t seem to make it. I expect the rest of you to do better.”
“SIR, YES SIR!”
said the agent. Bodies were hauled away and an agent came to dry Zeke off and
dress him.
“Do you need
anything else?” asked the solicitous agent.
“Yes. Have a
naked agent serve me my dinner and I want him to blow me while I eat.”
“Yes sir!”
Zeke went into
the bedroom and sat down, waiting for service.
After a while,
a tall blond naked agent came in with a plate and fork, the air sizzling with
the smell of grilled ball bags and penises. The tall man knelt and sucked in Zeke’s
pole. He began to smoke that pole. Slowly. The agent knew Zeke had already cum
many times in the last 24 hours and might need a more slow-paced sucking.
Zeke chowed
down on the man meat which was covered in olive oil and salt and pepper. The
sucking guy seemed totally unconcerned that the guy he was blowing was eating
the cock and balls his brother agents. Was he next? Probably.
Zeke finished
off the reproductive treat but wasn’t full. He pulled off the man’s head off
his pole.
“I want
desert. Are you willing to chop off your own cock and feed it to me?”
“Absolutely.
Shall I finish you sucking you off as you eat?”
“Exactly. Go
heat up a cleaver on the stove. Bring the chopping board in here. I want to
look you in the eyes as you cut off your cock for me.”
“I’ll be right
back, sir!”
Zeke set the
plate down and burped. His burped tasted like cooked sperm. It was delicious. He
set to stroking himself slowly, he wanted to cum in the tall blond guy’s mouth
as he ate his cock.
After ten
minutes the agent returned with a glowing red cleaver and a cutting block. He
set the block right down in front of Zeke. His naked cock was purple from
excitement and seemed ready to burst without even being touched.
“I’m ready to
go, sir! Tell me what you want.”
“Chop off your
cock and then take it and feed it to me, headfirst. Then suck me off until I
come. Then I’m going to bite off your nuts and eat them raw as a digestif. You
will probably bleed to death. Are you willing to die for my pleasure?”
“Yes sir!
Absolutely!”
“Good. First
put your cock on the board.”
The guy had a huge,
circumcised dick. It had a beautiful bulbous head and Zeke stroked the top of
it. The agent picked up the cleaver and looked Zeke in the eyes. He raised it
up and WHACK it came down, severing the wang from the man and cauterizing the
base. More sizzling meat smell. The man’s eyes never left Zeke’s but he could
see the pain in them, the submission, the inevitability of all the agents as
they followed Zeke’s commands like obedient sheep. Obedient, supple, sexy,
muscular sheep.
Zeke leaned
back and opened his mouth. The man, still looking into Zeke’s eyes took up his
severed member and walked over. He fed it, head first, into Zeke’s mouth, and
Zeke began to chew and eat the head. The man pushed the shaft in. Inch by inch
Zeke at the organ. When it was gone and digested, the sweating agent fell to
his knees and began to blow Zeke. Zeke fucked his face like the earlier guy,
and it was about ten minutes before he came. Again, his copious cum filled the
man’s mouth and nose and he choked and gagged. Finally, Zeke was done. But he
wasn’t done. He wanted the man’s raw oysters in his mouth. Raw as in naked.
“Now, get up.
Take the knife. Slit open your sack and let your raw nuts hang out. I’m going
to lay on the edge of the bed and you will drop them into my mouth so I can eat
them. This will hurt. A lot. Don’t faint on me. While I eat them, I want to you
to encourage me. Tell me how much you want me to make them part of me. To
swallow your baby making ability. To ingest and digest your most treasured
possessions.”
“YES SIR, you
can count on me.” The man sounded exhausted. From pain and exertion. And his
lips were sticky with Zeke’s cum.
Zeke lay down
on the bed and scootched to the edge. He watched as the agent cut open his
scrotum, and he squeezed his sack until his two naked testicles popped out.
They were white and huge and sexy and vulnerable. The agent staggered as he
walked, his dangling balls swinging around and he walked over to the bed.
Carefully he lifted his helpless balls over Zeke’s mouth and dropped them in,
knowing how much it was going to hurt to be eaten while they still hung from
him.
Zeke began to
chew. The man began to moan and twitch.
“Eat my balls,
sir. Chew them. Nnnnnngg. Fuck. Eat them sir. Crush them! Make me part of you!
I don’t want my balls anymore! Take them! I’ll live on as part of you! AaaaHHHH.
OH GOD. My balls. Chew them harder, Harder, HARDER!!!!!!!!!!!
His encouragement
devolved into a high pitched squeal as Zeke chewed his testicles into fragments
and swallowed them. They were delicious. Full of that wonderful tan
sperm-paste. Zeke’s dick, which was hard again, even after all the sex today,
and he stroked himself. His final spurt of cum of the day boiled out of his
balls when the agent collapsed and indeed seemed to have died of shock. Zeke
gazed at his body sympathetically. Well, life was fleeting.
Another agent
came along.
“Take him
away. He didn’t last any time at all. Send someone my height and weight to
cuddle with me as I sleep. Don’t fix me breakfast until I’m up. I’m a late
sleeper.”
“Of course,
sir.”
After a short
while the small Asian agent came in. He undressed and slipped into bed with
Zeke. They snuggled and Zeke fingered and squeezed his hard little nuts. They’d
go next, he thought. Zeke liked the challenge of popping tough balls.
Zeke fell
asleep.
Zeke woke up
randy and thirsty. He was spooning the small Asian agent. He snaked his hand
between the man’s legs and began to squeeze his testicles to wake him up with
pain. The man moaned. His balls were so fucking hard and small. There was no
way to pop them with the hands. They’ll have to be softened up. By now the
agent was wide awake, but he let Zeke manhandle his manhood.
“I’m thirsty,
cum in my mouth.”
The Asian got
on his knees. Already hard from “morning wood” and jerked off until he could
cum into Zeke’s mouth. It was strangely salty, probably from the Asian eating a
lot of soy sauce.
Thirst satiated,
Zeke firmly told the Asian to “get on his back and prepare to be fucked.”
Dutifully the agent spread his hole for Zeke, and with some saliva as lube Zeke
began to pound the man. Zeke always loved anal in the morning. Well, noon
anyway. As he slid his pole into and out of the man’s hole, he noticed two
agents situated just outside the door, waiting for him to finish. Perfect!
As he rammed
the Asian’s intestines, Zeke thought to himself that the guy was a great
bottom. Wouldn’t it be fun to see him get plowed by all the guys in the detail,
and THEN get busted? In mid thrust Zeke shouted to his attendants, “Gather all
the guys here and tell them to get hard, we’re gonna rape Asian’s hole till he
bleeds!”
“Yes sir” came
the chorus from the two agents standing at attention. They walked off leaving
Zeke to pound Asian’s tight hole until the tensing, the shuddering, and the heady
cumming of one man into another. Mmmm. Delicious.
He pulled out
and let himself go flaccid.
“Ready to be
fucked 28 times? Imagine how much jizz is going to wind up in your guts. Stay
there.” Zeke walked out and motioned to the 28 remaining agents to step closer.
“Form a line.
Get your dicks out. Each of you is going to fuck Asian here raw until you each
cum in him. Even if it takes all morning. Well, afternoon.” The agents were in
their suits with just their hardening cocks sticking out. “And squeeze his
little balls while you’re at it. See if we can’t soften them up a bit.”
“Uh, boss, his
name is Hayate.”
“SHUT UP!” Zeke
walked over the tough brunette and snapped his knee into his balls.
The agent
“OOPHED” and bent over a bit.
“Sorry, sir,”
he coughed.
“Just for that
I’m going to squeeze your nuts when it’s your turn.”
“Yes sir.
Thank you, sir.”
For an hour it
was like a merry-go-round. Hayate was screwed in every position imaginable. His
hole was bright red and raw looking by the end. His micro testicles had tripled
in size to be a nearly normal size. He couldn’t stop moaning and drooling. The
cum-dump just twitched and lay there, taking it all. Every agent had enjoyed
his ride, and then went back to their tasks.
Zeke decided a
bath and breakfast were in order. He appropriated an agent to wash him, and the
two naked men cleaned each other but also made out and had some oral sex.
Naturally Zeke was the one being serviced. As he was being dried off, Zeke
mused that this was perhaps what it was like to be a pharaoh. A god-king with a
harem of hot men who catered to his every need and whim. Lives and balls at his
beck and call. The sense of power it instilled in him was heady.
Breakfast was
a healthy affair. Oatmeal, yogurt, fruit and some hot chocolate. Quite
civilized, thought Zeke. He’d heard that Americans ate pork and fatty eggs
which gave him shudders. Dressed in a track suit, he plopped himself down on a
couch in the “living room” part of the suite and turned on the television. He
watched various shows until early evening. He was hungry, but cum hungry. He
wanted jizz. Bad. He looked around and spotted an agent in the kitchen.
“Get your American
ass over here,” he shouted.
“Coming sir,”
was the reply.
Soon the
sharply dressed agent was standing in front of him. “Get undressed. I want some
cum in my belly.” In a few minutes a rapidly growing erection was right in
front of his face and Zeke sucked in the rigid organ and began to lube it up
and suck the agent off. His cock was fairly thick and short, and it wasn’t
difficult to suck. The guy had a nice body, narrow hips, broad shoulders and
smooth, smooth skin. For his own enjoyment Zeke started to punch his ballbag
while he sucked the agent off. It was a staccato rhythm. SMACK suck SMACK suck
SMACK. Gurgling and slurping noises were made and in a while the agent’s
scrotum seized up and the guy started saying “oh, Oh, OH!” as he came, blood
hot cum spurting and coating Zeke’s throat. The man pumped his load into Zeke’s
face. He came and came and came. Finally, it slowed to a dribble and Zeke let
the floppy organ drop. He licked his lips. A bit bitter, but it would do.
“Clean
yourself up. Send five agents in here, all naked and hard.”
“Yes sir.” The
man without any shame exited the room completely naked to round up the required
agents. Zeke waited about six minutes before in trooped the men. As requested
they were naked and all were sporting erections. They lined up in front of the
couch, and looked ready to do whatever Zeke wanted.
“Ok guys. I
want one of you for each of my feet to plant in your crotch. I want one of you
each for my hands so I can grate your balls together. And I want one of you
blowing me. Choose your positions, gentlemen.” Zeke spread his legs to give
them full access. Two guys got down on their butts and pressed Zeke’s toes into
their balls. Two more came and kneeled on either side of him on the couch so he
could man-handle their eggs. And one guy, a tall black-haired guy kneeled
between his legs and sucked in Zeke’s growing erection.
As he crushed
nuts between his fingers, and pressed them under his feet Zeke mused that no
one in the world had as much pleasure at his command than he had at this moment.
It was a bit of a challenge to enjoy it all at once, though. Doing multiple
things at once was hard, but well worth the effort. With his feet he pressed
balls with his heels, hoping to cause pain and damage. With his fingers he
pressed deeply into nut-flesh hoping to do the same. And the guy sucking him
off was excellent at it.
What really
made Zeke horny was the notion that he could do anything with all these guys.
Anything. He was in the position of a god, giving and taking life, joy, balls
and cocks at whim. As he was enjoying the five men’s genitals a sixth agent
walked in, naked.
Zeke didn’t
say anything. The guy went to the back of the sofa and gently pulled back
Zeke’s head. Then he climbed onto the sofa, over the back and straddled Zeke’s
head. Zeke knew what he was going to do and opened his mouth. The agent dropped
his ball-sack into Zeke’s mouth so that the fugitive was completely saturated
with testicles.
For about ten
minutes Zeke sucked, kneaded, grated, squashed and chewed on these men’s most
precious body parts. He came twice, each time bucking his sperm down the guy’s
throat. All six of them had sex-sheen on their bodies, and even after cumming
twice, Zeke was keen to have more fun. He pulled a ball-bag out of his mouth
and spoke.
“I want to
stand on someone’s balls and crush the paste out of them. Any volunteers?”
“I’m game,”
said the guy blowing him.
“Sure,” said
the guy under his right foot.
“Count me in,”
said the guy whose balls were being squished by Zeke’s left hand.
“Is there a coffee
table in this fucking place?” answered Zeke.
“There’s one
in the other living room.”
“Great. Troop
over there troopers,” Zeke disengaged from his victims and stood up. Following
the three agents, his own dick waggling ahead of him. They walked through
several connecting rooms till they got to second living room. Several agents
were sitting, watching TV.
“Hit the road
fellas, I want to castrate these guys in private.”
“Yes sir!”
they all said, and cleared out.
“OK. You
three, kneel in front of the table, place your marbles on it and tell me how
much you want to lose your manhood.” Zeke climbed on top and started to stroke
himself.
“Boss, your
foot on my nuts is the most awesome thing that will ever happen to me,”
commented the average height blond, a grin on his face.
“You better do
mine first or I’ll be disappointed,” commented the olive skinned Italian guy
muttered.
The black guy
bellowed, “Crush my hush puppies Mr. Package. I’ve already got kids, so why
not?”
“OK. You’re
first nigger.” The problem with his big balls is that he had no scrotum. His
nuts were huge, but pulled up to the base of his massive prong. Zeke had to
push his naked heel right up to the black guy’s bollocks and step down on them.
“OH GOD, OH
GOD, OH FUCK!” The big fat testicles were flattening under Zeke’s merciless sex-guided
foot. Zeke was pumping his tool in time with the man’s moans. It was incredibly
erotic. This huge black man, who could probably snap Zeke in two with brute
strength was willingly letting his most precious possessions be turned into
mush by this oversexed middle-easterner. It was only a few minutes of pressure
before the two huge gonad’s POPPED and smooshed out to either side of the huge
erection which itself erupted bloody cum all over Zeke’s naked feet. The other
two agents looked turned on by the whole scene and were awaiting their turn.
Zeke’s own member gave a few squirts but never deflated. On to the next guy.
This was an Italian guy with a hairy body and big assets.
Zeke first
played with the guy’s bollocks with his toes. He loved to roll them around and
watch them pop and squish between his smooth toes. This guy’s nads were long
and oval instead of round and fat. They slid around on the table for a while
until Zeke was ready to nut the guy. With both feet, one for the left nut and
one for the right, Zeke lifted himself onto the balls of his feet, onto the
guy’s balls.
“AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH”
scream the hunky Sicilian as his testicles burst with a loud SPLAT. “OH GOD, OH
GOD! MY BALLS.” The guy leaned over to puke his guts out while Zeke squeezed
out some more cum ribbons. The last guy had a sloppy grin on his face, and
asked Zeke to kiss him before doing the deed. “Why not?” answered Zeke. He sat
down on the table, legs on either side of the blond kneeling in front of him
and made out with the guy for a while – sucking his tongue, licking the guy’s
lips and probing the mans pie-hole. After they’d macked for a while, Zeke
whispered into the guy’s right ear, “You ready to give up your manhood? Right
here, right now?”
“Fuck yeah,”
said the blond with heavy, excited breath.
Zeke fondled
the guy’s bloated blond balls. “These are going to be mush in just a few
minutes. How much do you think it will hurt when they pop?”
“Alot, I hope.
I only want to make you happy,” replied the horny agent. “Would it make you
happy to see me in agony?”
“Fuck yeah,
man. I want to hear your screams a mile away. And after I crush them, I’m gonna
liquidize them between my fingers. You’re going to have sperm mush in your
balls sack. No discernable balls at all.”
The man groaned
and his turgid cock throbbed all the harder at the thought of the demise of his
ghoolies.
“Tell me how
much you want me to crush your nuts.” More kissing and tongue sucking.
“Pop my balls.
Make them yours. URGH.” Said the man, so excited about losing his manhood that
he was spurting little jets of jizz.
“I’m gonna eat
your cock and balls after I geld you. How do you feel about that?”
Heavy
breathing. “Make me a part of you. It’s so fucking sexy to think you’ll be
eating my manhood.”
“Good. I’m
going to stand up and castrate you now. Hold still.” Zeke stood up and placed
his feet on the man’s testicles. With one hand he stroked his own cock and with
the other he squeezed his own nuts. He raised himself on his heels, then
lowered himself, then raised then lowered. Each time he went lower and lower.
His 160lbs weight made the man’s nuts start to go flat while the man himself,
whose eye’s were closed and who was pumping his own woody, started to whine
like a dog being kicked in the nuts. It began to turn into a full-on wail as
his testicles was squeezed flat between Zeke’s feet and the wooden coffee
table. Louder and louder the handsome blond wailed until his voice sounded like
a little girl being murdered and there was a huge POP sound and both his nuts
were busted in their sack. Zeke’s heels met the hard wood surface and the
spongy ball meat had turned to goo. SQUISH SQUISH SQUISH Jism made his feet
sticky and his own cum was all over the table and the floor. He repeatedly
mashed the man’s mushy testicular remains and after pumping himself to
completion he reached down and ground the ball-pulp with his hands and fingers,
just as he promised to do. The groggy man just kept twitching with every
squeeze but made no move to stop Zeke from his sexy, but cruel, work.
Finally, that
round of busting and bursting was over. Zeke called an agent to come hall these
three guys away and turn their cock and balls into dinner. Which turned out to
be chicken soup with dumplings, squashed testicles and chopped penises. In his
first bowl of it were two dick-heads which he popped into his mouth and chewed
with satisfaction. The nut-pulp gave the soup a bacon-like flavor which was not
at all unpleasant.
Then it was
off to a bath with two naked agents to clean him, and then to bed with Asian whom
Zeke had a final fuck before closing his eyes and falling into a lovely sleep.
The next
morning Zeke decided it was time to end his cozy relationship with Asian. This
time it was the remaining 24 agents who plowed the diminutive man and squeeze
his acorns.
The chosen
method of execution was kicking the fucking shit out of the agent’s nuts. Just
slam after juicy slam of toe-pummeling action. And all the guys had a go of
them, so it was a group effort. There was a moment when you could tell that at least
one testicle had ruptured because Asian let out a wail of anguish, despite his
otherwise stoic demeanor. And then after lots more kicks he just twitched continuously
and collapsed, a moaning heap on the floor. They had broken him, which made
Zeke very happy indeed. But this meant he needed a new “bride”. Calling over an
agent, he asked if there was anyone in this sorry lot who could pull some
strings? The guy Zeke really wanted was the hot soldier he’d seen when they
arrived, but of course the Secret Service was not the same as the US Army.
“I’ll see what
I can do, sir,” was the reply and it was over an hour later that an agent
informed Zeke that “something would be done about it.” After a further two
hours of Zeke watching TV in the living room in walked the Army hottie flanked
by two agents.
“I’ll take it
from here, boys,” said Zeke eagerly, smiling slightly. Seducing straight guys
was a specialty of his.
“So nice to
meet you. What’s your name?” said Zeke, extending his hand.
“Uh. Chet.”
The beautiful man-boy was apparently a bit shy.
“Do you like
beer?”
“Sure.”
“OK.” Zeke
cracked open two cans of Coors Light and slipped a transparent tube of clear
liquid out of his pocket and poured its content into the soldier’s can. Nothing
like drugs to make a man hard, horny and compliant. He had a week’s supply of the
stuff so as long as he could keep spiking his drinks, the man would be his
willing slave for the rest of his stay.
“Can you chug
an entire can in one go?” asked Zeke
“Dunno, never
tried,” the soldier shy admitted.
“Here, we’ll
both drink. Ready, set GO!”
Glug, glug, glug.
The chemicals in the soldier’s drink would activate pretty quickly, but there
was no sense in wasting valuable time. Zeke was horny himself, and wanted full
access to this Adonis. The guy had reddish-blond hair, gorgeous emerald green eyes,
a diamond shaped face and the body of a god.
“Here, have a
seat,” Zeke gestured to the couch between them.
“Thanks,” was
the reply.
“Tell me about
yourself.”
“Oh, well,
uhm, been in the army for about two years. Figured I’d be assigned to the middle-east,
but instead got sent to this place. I’ve seen a lot of important people come
and go. Senators, eye witnesses to crimes, even the president once. It’s not
exciting, but it pays good.”
“Cool. How do you
get along with the other guys?”
“Oh fine. We
hang out, talk about girls, watch porn, that sort of thing.”
“Do you and
the other guys shower together?”
“Of course.
Most of us walk around naked all the time. It’s cool.”
“Do you jack
off a lot?”
“Well, I
usually rub one out in bed each night, but sometimes we’ll all gather around
the once computer we have and jerk it together. I’m usually the first to cum. But
it lets me get a few nuts out in one session, so it’s all right.”
“How are you
feeling right now?”
“Kinda warm
and flush. And my dick is hard. And my nuts itch.”
“I can help.
Here, let’s get you undressed.” Zeke was only wearing socks and sweat-pants,
but the soldier was in full kit. Zeke bent down to unlace the soldier’s boots,
then take them off. Then he unbuttoned the camouflage shirt and helped the guy
out of it. The man’s smooth, tan chest was revealed.
“You must work
out a lot. You have a killer physique.”
“Yeah, not
much to do on our days off except pump iron.”
“Have you ever
gone down on a guy? Or had a guy go down on you?”
Chet looked a
little dazed and his eyes were dilated. There was a fat lump in his pants and his
words were a little slurred.
“When I was a
teenager this other kid gave me some head once. I think he later came out as
gay.”
“Did you enjoy
it?”
“Sure, sex is
always great. I don’t really care how I get it, just that I get it.”
“How about I
do something about that woody you have. I’d love to see it. May I?”
“Sure,” said
the guy compliantly. He unbuckled his pants, undid the button and slid them
down. Naturally he was going commando, and his fat boner popped free. It was about
eight inches long, fat as the beer can he just downed, and he had a tight scrotum
with two fat nuts inside. Zeke liked long, loose scrotums, but, meh, you can’t
get everything you want. Zeke sucked in Chet’s dick and began to blow the
soldier. Zeke wanted to see how quickly (and how often) the soldier could cum. So,
he sucked hard and fast. Zeke’s jaw was a little tight with such a fat dick
going in and out of it over and over, but it was manageable. Zeke used one hand
to lightly massage the soldier’s big, tight gonads and used the other as an
extension of his mouth. Soon Chet’s body tensed up and he bucked his hips a bit
and then a full-on explosion of sperm flooded Zeke’s mouth, throat, and stomach.
Zeke felt that American cum tasted different than the sperm of the men in his
own country. Maybe it was spices in the food. American cum was rich and creamy,
his native cum was spicey and thin. Almost watery. American men’s semen had
more body. Delicious.
Chet’s erection
never diminished and Zeke just kept on sucking. Six minutes later another sperm
explosion, and then three more, yes three more ejaculations over the course of
the next fifteen minutes, and his erection still didn’t stop. This boy
definitely had the stamina to keep up with his new “husband” Zeke.
Finally coming
up for air Zeke snuggled up to Chet.
“Have you ever
been fucked?”
“No, sir.”
“Are you ready
to try it for the first time?”
“Sure, man you
give great head.” Chet was still aroused but breathing heavily.
Zeke called
for an attending agent to show Chet how to clean out his guts so that Zeke
could spurt into a clean hole. The whole process took about ten minutes. Chet
came back clean inside and out. Zeke was naked and had a lubed up cock. He had
Chet on his knees on the couch, facing the back of the couch, and Zeke started
to fuck him from behind. Chet’s virgin hole was tight as fuck, and Zeke loved
the idea of taking Chet’s cherry. Like everything he did, Zeke always pushed
his masculinity ahead of every other man’s. He was the ultimate top, but just happened
to be gay. Zeke dumped three massive loads up Chet’s shoot before feeling like
he could have dinner. After a bath of course. Food came and went, Chet and Zeke
went to bed, and Zeke fucked Chet for an additional half-hour before going to
sleep.
Chet and Zeke
woke up and Zeke fixed Chet some coffee which was once again spiked. The next
two days were fuck fests, ball crushing bashes, and cock eating. Zeke had whittled
the head count down to 15 agents plus Chet. He kept Chet drunk, drugged and
sexually exhausted. When it finally came to the end of Zeke’s stay, the Tuesday
of that week Zeke wanted to castrate Chet so that no other man could ever have
him. He gave Chet a double dose of drugs, and then fucked the soldier who was
on his back, and Chet used his incredibly strong fingers to squeeze Chet’ balls
into mush. Then Zeke took a knife and sliced off Chet’s junk and had it fried
in butter. Chet’s body was hauled away and Zeke savored his boy’s balls in
memory of the boy’s hot sex and randyness.
On Wednesday,
a week after he arrived, the remaining agents gave Zeke a huge sex and
ballbusting party. He crushed pair after pair of low swingers until only seven
agents remained intact. All the castrated agents had their cocks dipped in gold,
which added to Zeke’s collection. Zeke was flown back to Washington DC and then
was taken on to New York to the UN Building and that’s how Zeke went from
fugitive and turn-coat to a citizen of the United States where he stayed in New
York and opened up a sex-toy shop, the heart of which was his golden cock
collection. And he always remembered his amazing time as a guest of the Men In
Black, the Secret Service Agents.
