Let's start the New Year off with a bang. Recently I've been forced to watch gritty cop, ER, 911, and firefighting TV shows on Netflix, and they're SO emotionally intense that the only way I could cope with them was to translate them into something I could emotionally understand, ie. ballbusting. So here is my version of FireCountry. Enjoy!
Self-Sacrifice
Sleeper sucked on the end of his
pistol. It was a semi-automatic Glock, and he savored the taste of the cold
steel. It held faint traces of gunpowder, which had a salty aftertaste. He
lowered the weapon, and motioned with it to indicate to his henchmen they should
bring in the sacrifice.
To Sleeper’s right was a black
woman and two black girls, on their knees, hands tied behind their backs and
silver duct tape over their mouths. Behind each was one of Sleeper’s
associates, holding a gun to their heads, ready to pull the trigger in a
heartbeat and execute the three lovely women right then and there.
There was some noise at the back
the room, and a struggling man was being hauled in by the shoulders. He was the
most beautiful black man Sleeper had ever seen. He was tall, muscular, aquiline
facial features, and had slim hips paired with broad shoulders. He was
sweating, both from the heat and the circumstances.
Sleeper smiled as Jake, the
firefighter, came into the dim cone of light given off by a lone bulb. It
showed a waist high table, some hand cuffs, a cleaver and a blow torch. Jake
struggled mightily against his bonds.
“Calm down, Jake,” said Sleeper
softly. “Relax and just listen to me.” Sleeper projected an aura of resolute
calmness, knowing that Jake would pick up on it, and stop being difficult.
Slowly, the tall, amazingly good-looking man calmed down. He had no idea why he
was there or what was going on.
“Good. Now, I’d like to introduce
these three people to you, Mr. Firefighter. Your mother, you’ll recognize and
surely you know your own sister. And then there’s your girlfriend. I believe
you’re already acquainted?” Sleeper negligently waved to his right with his
gun. Jake instantly became agitated again when he saw the gunmen behind the
three most important women in his life.
“They’re my guests today, and I’m
going to make you an offer to prevent them from dying. James, take out Jake’s
gag. We need to converse.”
Jake gasped as his gag was
removed. His chest was heaving. “Please, Sleeper, let us go. Please, I don’t
know what you want, but I’ll do anything you want, just don’t hurt them!!!”
“Of course you don’t know what I
want. As the villain, I’m entitled to long soliloquy telling you, the good guy,
what has driven me to such wicked extremes. It’s tradition. It’s traditional
for the good guy to get to know WHY he’s being given a terrible choice, and for
the bad guy to listen to the sound of his own voice for a while. Who doesn’t
like to listen to their own genius?”
“Please, please don’t hurt them.
I love them all. I’ll do anything you want, just let them go.”
“Of course I’ll let them go. If
you’re willing to do, for me, what I want. So, I’ll tell you, then, what I want
and why I want it. Many years ago, there was a man that I loved with all my
heart. We were friends, but I wanted us to be more than friends. I would have
done anything for him. I would have died for him. I would have killed for him. But
I never had the courage to tell him how I felt. Then, one day, he was asked by
a black acquaintance whom he knew to go camping in the woods. While hiking,
part of the trail they were on collapsed, and my boy lay trapped at the bottom
of a ravine, covered in debris. The black guy who was leading the group
abandoned my true love to save his girlfriend instead. She wasn’t even hurt. He
didn’t report that my boy had been trapped and abandoned in the ravine for a
whole day, by which time, they had a corpse to find rather than a person. And
all these years I’ve wondered, do black men really care like other people do?
Do black men have the balls to stand up for everyone, male or female, black or
white? Do black men have the balls to save lives instead of waste them? And
then I realized, one day, that I’d ask YOU. You save lives on a daily basis. I
thought, ‘Jake, of CalFires’ would be able to prove to me that a black man is
really a man. And so, you see, here we are.”
“So you want to kill me, an
innocent black man, because a cowardly and selfish one killed your ‘true
love’?”
“I’m not going to kill you, Jake.
Why waste such a lovely mass of man-flesh. No, you’re not going to die. These
fine ladies will, unless you prove to me you’re a man.”
“And how do I do that, you sick
fuck?”
“Tsk, tsk, such language. I’m
merely testing a hypothesis. Trying to do some detective work. Now that I’ve
done the evil villain thing, let’s get down to brass tacks. First, I want you
to remove your shirt, shoes, pants and underwear and show us, show me, what
you’ve got under the hood. Go on. We’re all fans of maleness here.”
Jake made no movement, however.
“Come now, Jake. This is the easy
part. Take off what you’re wearing so we can see you in all your negroid
beauty.”
Jake’s mouth became a thin line,
and rolled his eyes in disgust, and then slowly, very slowly began to undress.
First his jacket, then his shoes, then his belt, then his shirt, and finally
his pants and underwear. He stood there, naked but for his white socks, in all
his glory, and let everyone in the room feast their eyes on his perfect
physique. He was clearly tense, and unwilling, but not panicked.
Once Jake was standing there,
exposed and vulnerable, Sleeper visually drank in his form. He had ample balls,
a nice pecker, and smooth, hairless skin.
“Good, very good,” said Sleeper.
“Now I’m going to tell you what’s
going to happen, and just so you know, how this whole thing will go down is
entirely up to you. I want you to cut off your own cock, and let me crush your
testicles, otherwise your female fan-club here will die. If you want your girlfriend
to live, you’ll take up that cleaver, heat it with the torch, and lop off your
male member. If you want your sister to live, you’ll not only let me, but
encourage me to crush your left ball. And if you ever want to see your mother
alive again, you’ll do the same for your right nut. And it’s really that
simple. They die or you become a eunuch. Your girlfriend revealed that you’ve
made a sperm bank deposit some years ago during a health scare, so you’ll still
be able to have children even if you’re lacking the requisite equipment to have
them normally. Now how does that sound?”
Jake merely looked around at all
the men assembled, and then quietly said, “You’re one sick fuck, man.”
“Perhaps, but I’m here for
revenge and that’s a noble calling, with a long and illustrious history. So,
what will it be? Are you going to commit the ultimate self-sacrifice? Or shall
we pull the trigger and shoot these beautiful ladies each in the head?” Sleeper
nodded to his henchmen, and there were three “clicks” as they cocked the guns
pointed at the women’s heads.
“OK, OK, OK,” said Jake. “I’ll do
it. Fuck me, I’ll do it. Just don’t hurt them! Just . . . tell me what to do.”
“Gladly. Bend over a bit, and
lean against the table.” Sleeper motioned to one of the guys standing behind
Jake. “One of my colleagues is going to inject you with a cocktail of drugs
that will make this easier for you. It has a Viagra derivative, a sedative, and
a mild opiate. It will make you horny, compliant, and reduce pain while increasing
your sense of wellbeing. You see? I’m not totally heartless.”
“Yeah, great,” said Jake darkly. He
jolted a bit as the needle hit his asscheek, and he felt the cold injection of
drugs. It took several seconds for the cocktail to hit his blood stream, and in
a minute or two he felt his dick twitch as it started to get hard of its own
accord. And, all of a sudden he felt really, really good, horny, and slightly
beside himself, as if he were watching all of this happen to him, but not feeling
it in the first person.
“Good. I can see from your glazed
look that the drugs have kicked in. Now, take up the cleaver and the blow torch
and heat the metal ‘till its red-hot. Stroke yourself to near climax, and just
before you’re about to cum, press your prick to the table and lop it off.”
“I don’t think I can ‘stroke’
myself under these circumstances. Death and sex aren’t my thing.” Jake looked
down at his own prick, as if wondering whether it wanted to be removed, seeking
answers from its deep purple crown, and cocoa colored shaft.
“We anticipated this. Put your
hands behind your back. Darin, you know what to do. Unlike me, who’d rather pet
a rabid dog than be intimate with a black man, Darin actually likes people of
color, and I’m sure he’ll help you along.”
Darin turned out to be a tall,
blond white guy. He stripped off his own jacket and shirt, and grabbed the
handcuffs. He cuffed Jake, and then stood behind him, pressing his own naked
flesh against Jake’s back. He reached around and grabbed Jake’s pole and began
to jack the fire fighter off. Darin started out slow, using his own saliva to
lube up Jake’s knob, and it slid up and down, with pressure and deliberation.
Jake’s eyes were closed, and he started to moan slightly. Darin kissed Jake’s
neck and tongued his ear, gently. Some light biting the back of the neck and
some increased speed on Jake’s dick.
“Ahhhh. Mmmm.” Pleasure sounds
issued from the fire fighter’s mouth, licking his white teeth and moaning. One
of the other henchmen fired up the torch and began to heat the cleaver. Darin
continued to get Jake off, but varied the speed so that he edged Jake to spin
out the sex for a long, hot session. Stroke, stroke, stroke. Jake’s dick was
thick and juicy, mostly straight, and with a slight upward curve. It was circumcised,
about nine and half inches long, and several inches wide, getting thicker at
the base.
After about ten minutes of this, and noting
that all the men in the room were hard from watching, Sleeper indicated to
Darin to uncuff their victim so he could do the deed. Darin backed away and
took up his gun.
“OK, Jake. Take that cleaver and
chop that fine pecker of yours off. I’m looking forward to adding it to my
collection.”
Jake shot Sleeper a look of
utmost loathing, but squared his shoulders and picked up the cleaver. He
stroked himself a bit, then pressed his cock down on the table. He raised the
glowing red-hot knife above his head and paused with it upraised. The whole
room was tense, waiting for the money shot.
“I’m doing this for you Latisha!
I love you girl!” He squeezed his eyes shut and . . .
WHACK
The knife had severed Jake’s
member and cleanly cauterized both the organ and its stump.
Jake screamed. “AAAAAAHHHHHHHHH.
FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!”. Then he started to cry, tears streaming down his face.
“Come now, it can’t be that bad.
Tougher men than you have done this. Well, let’s get it into the Dildotron and
move on.” Sleeper picked up the still warm penis and inserted it into a machine
shaped like a big black box. Lights came on, and the detached dick disappeared
inside it.
“OK. Let’s cuff him up again, and
I’ll get myself ready.” Sleeper handed his gun to a nearby henchman, and took
off his shoes. He stripped off the rest of his clothes, revealing a handsome
body, rippling with muscles and smooth, tan skin. Now, just as Jake, dressed in
nothing but white socks, he climbed onto the table. Jake’s balls were lying on
the table, now completely vulnerable, and Sleeper was stroking his own cock as
he turned his back to the black stud and placed one heel each on the two brown
testicles.
“What I want you to do, Mr.
Firefighter, is to guide me along the path to your deballing. I want a blow by
blow narration of you becoming a eunuch. I mean, what do you need balls now
for? Without a dick they have no purpose except to make you horny. And I’m sure
your girlfriend will enjoy you without them. You can still pleasure her no
matter what. Just buy some dildoes and let your tongue do the rest.”
Sleeper tapped his socked foot
and gazed down and behind himself at his victim, who, eventually, looked up at him.
“Well, Jake, I’m waiting. I’ll give you a minute, and after that, I’ll have my
men shoot.”
Jake’s eyes were streaming tears
and his whole body was covered in a sheen of sweat. His lips trembled, but he
seemed to steel himself, and get on with the program.
“OK, Sleeper, take your feet and
crush the life out of my gonads. Crush my balls. I’d give anything to save my
momma and my sister. It’s . . . it’s OK. Just let them live. My balls mean
nothing to me without them alive and happy.”
“You mean like this?” said Sleeper
as he lowered his heels onto the two ripe walnuts under his feet.
“Nnnggg. Yeah. Put all your
weight on my nuts. Make ‘em go flat. Pop them like the grapes they are.
Emasculate me with extreme prejudice.”
“Are you sure you want me to
castrate you, Jake? I could just blow a hole in both their heads, you know.
Dump them in a landfill. No one but you would ever know.”
“NO!!!! No, I’m happy with this.
Mmmm, nnnnggg. Take my balls, take my manhood from me! Squash my goobers like they
deserve to be! Oh GOD, my balls! OH GOD, IT HURTS. AHHHHHHHHHH.”
The two fat testicles were getting
flatter and flatter. Sleeper was pumping his own woody, ready for a release as
soon as the two naked spuds under his heels popped.
“Should I keep going, Jake? You
could still be a man, after this you know. You’d keep your balls, but you’d
hear the sound of your women losing their lives. Would you rather live your
life without them, or your manhood?”
“AAAAAAAHHHHH. CRUSH MY NUTS!!!!!
I LOVE YOU MOMMA! AAAAHHHHH” The whole room listened to Jakes cries, and then
they heard it. His two hushpuppies make a sickening “POP” sound as they both
exploded in his chamois soft brown sack. Jake screamed. And screamed. And screamed.
Sleeper’s dick erupted with jizz, and it splashed onto table. As Jake screamed
and writhed, Sleeper continued to macerate the testicles underneath his foot, smashing
them into goo. Eventually the only thing holding Jake upright was the two heels
squashing his scrotum, and Darin rushed forth to catch the comatose firefighter
as Sleeper stepped off the table and hopped down lightly beside Jake, both still
naked.
“What do you want us to do with
him, boss?” asked Darin.
“Shoot them all in the head, put
their bodies in a car, and drive the car off the pier into the lake. It will be
30 years before there’s a drought bad enough to find them, and by that time, we’ll
all be long dead or gone.” At once the women, who were on their knees and had
just witness a horrible deed, began to whimper.
“As you wish. Do you want to keep
his nuts?” asked Darin.
“Why not.” One of his henchmen
tossed Sleeper a bowie knife, and holding and stretching the mushy sack with
one hand, Sleeper sliced off what remained of Jake’s junk.
“I’ll put it in some preservative
and put them on my desk. Carry on, boys,” said Sleeper as he walked out the
door, naked, and down the hall. In the
distance he heard a series of gun shots, and smiled grimly to himself.
