GreatWhiteNorth
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Chapter One
Josh: The straight, young, self-absorbed stud
Josh: The straight, young, self-absorbed stud
The county fairgrounds were old. They had been there for nearly 100 years. Three-quarters of the buildings were for livestock. Horses, cows, sheep, goats, etc. The 4-H kids showed their livestock every year, in hopes of getting a prized purple ribbon. Five or six of the buildings were newer. Mainly metal pole barns, in which vendors could set up their booths every year.
By luck of the draw, this year my booth was in the very last building. "Great," I thought to myself. "I won't get much traffic this year." At least my booth was located next to the back door. I could open that door during the day and a nice, cool breeze would come through the door.
As I suspected, the building got very little traffic. I spent a lot of time talking with the lady in the next booth, who was selling candles. On Saturday evening I was on my smartphone, checking out the good looking dudes on Grindr. There were none nearby. Typical. This town was full of straight boys and rednecks.
I heard voices and I looked at the booth next to mine. A young woman was talking with the candle lady, while her husband stood a few yards away, looking at sports scores on his phone. He was a good-looking dude. Nice body, well-dressed and well-groomed. Definitely not a local. I stared at his crotch, but his shorts were baggy. I couldn't tell what was inside those shorts.
His wife bought two candles from the candle lady and then they stopped by my booth for a couple of minutes to look through some of my brochures. We talked for maybe five minutes. I tried to engage the husband, but he was more interested in his sports scores and not interested in small talk. His wife was much more friendly.
After they left, I checked my watch. It was 9:00 PM. One more hour and I would close down the booth and head home. Most people leave their booths about 30 minutes early. They organize their brochures and then cover everything with tablecloths. I always insist on staying until the fair closes at 10:00 PM. If someone walks in at 5 minutes to 10:00 PM, I'm the only one they can talk with.
10:00 PM finally came and the doors to the building were locked. I looked around the building and every single booth had been closed down early. I was the only one left. I got my materials in order and was starting to cover the tables with my tablecloths, when there was a loud knock at the front door.
I opened the door to find that strapping, young buck, who had been to my booth two hours earlier. He had changed out of his clothes and was now wearing a white tank top and a tight-fitting pair of grey workout shorts. I figured he was on his way to the gym. I looked him over quickly, noticing the moderate amount of hair in the middle of his chest, between his pecs. His arms were muscular and you could see the veins running down both arms. A quick glance at his crotch revealed that he was hung. Tight shorts hide nothing and I could see the length of his cock through the material.
"Hey," he said. "My wife and I were in here a couple hours ago and she thinks she may have left her wallet, either at your booth or the one next to you."
"Sure, I remember you guys," I said nonchalantly. "Where is your wife?" "She's already in bed," he replied. "She's two months pregnant and wasn't feeling well tonight." "That's too bad," I said. "I hope she's feeling better tomorrow. Come on in."
I already knew the wallet belonged to her. I had seen her put it down, as she filled out a giveaway drawing slip. After the candle lady left, I had gone through the wallet. Her name was Alyssa Hansen and I had written down their address, hoping to drive by sometime and catch him mowing the lawn shirtless. It was a Louis Vuitton women's wallet and she was carrying over $200 in cash, along with a Platinum American Express card and several other credit cards. These people had money.
"Yeah. A woman's wallet was left at my booth tonight. I put it in the lost and found. I hope you don't mind, but for security reasons I'm wondering if I can see your ID and also get a description of the wallet?" "No problem, man,” he replied. “I'm just happy you found it. She's been a real bitch ever since she got pregnant and somehow it's always my fault. Here's my ID. My name is Josh Hansen and it's a Louis Vuitton women's wallet."
"That's it," I said. "I put it in the lost and found box, which is way back in the corner, under my table. I've got a few things to take care of, but feel free to look through the box." Josh got down on his hands and knees and reached for the box. His muscular legs were slightly spread and his big balls were bulging through the tight fabric of his shorts. My mind was racing, as I glanced down at a 2x4 laying on the table. There was no one else in the building except the two of us and the fairgrounds were most likely deserted. Did I have the nerve? Should I actually do what I've fantasized about doing for years? I picked up the 2x4, just as he found the wallet. "Got it," he said, as I hit him in the side of the head.
I had to act quickly, as I didn't know how long he'd be out. I grabbed some rope from one of my boxes and quickly hogtied him. I also put some duct tape over his mouth. I ran to the front door and looked out at the parking lot. The parking lot was deserted, except for Josh's Jeep. I ran to the back door and looked out at the back parking lot. It was also deserted, except for my car. I jumped in my car and pulled up next to the back door of the building. I then went back inside.
Josh's phone was sitting on my display table, next to his keys. Using his thumb, I unlocked the phone and started looking through his pictures. Josh was a good-looking stud and he knew it. There were dozens upon dozens of pictures of him. He was clothed in most of the pictures, but there were also a bunch of nudes. I was right. He was definitely hung! When his cock was flaccid it look average, but when he was erect it was a thick 7 1/2 inches. I kept scrolling through the pics and came upon a video of him stroking his meat. "Nice fuckin' cock," I thought to myself. I kept scrolling through the pictures and found bare-chested pics of his wife. She had nice tits, but they didn't do anything for me. I kept scrolling.
Now there were pictures of a new girl. She was also naked. "This could be interesting," I thought to myself. The very next pic was of that same girl, swallowing the cock I had lusted after only moments before. "I can't believe he has pics of another woman sucking his cock, on his phone," I thought. The next thing I watched was a video of that same girl sucking him off. His large cock throbbed, as he emptied his seed down her throat.
"The fucker is cheating on his pregnant wife," I thought to myself. "Tonight is going to be more fun than I had imagined." I dragged Josh to the back door. He was quite muscular and therefore, heavy. I popped the trunk of my car and somehow managed to lift him, put him inside and close the door. I drove back to the very far corner of the fairgrounds and hid my car behind an old, deserted barn.
I ran back into the building and grabbed the wallet, Josh's phone and car keys. After exiting the building, I got into Josh's Jeep and drove five blocks into town, parking it in the parking lot of a sleazy, strip club. I had been in that strip club many times, for bachelor parties. The strippers in there were cheap, ugly whores, but the local rednecks seemed to enjoy them. I wondered how Josh's wife would feel, when his car (with the wallet and cell phone inside it) was found in the parking lot of that strip club.
I locked Josh's Jeep and put his keys in my pocket. As I walked back towards the fairgrounds, I crossed a bridge over the river. I flung his keys down into the water and kept walking. I didn't want anyone to see me running, so I walked briskly back to the fairgrounds. The place was deserted. I kept looking back over my shoulder, as I walked back to that old barn in the far corner of the fairgrounds.
Keeping my lights off, I started my vehicle and drove into the old barn. Once inside, I killed the engine and quietly closed the barn door. I finally breathed a sigh of relief. Everything had fallen into place, exactly as I had hoped. I opened the trunk of my car and Josh was still out cold. I didn’t want to run down my car battery, so I started rummaging through my gear and found my camping lanterns. I turned them on, illuminating the interior of the old barn. Once again, I dug through my gear and found what I was looking for. A large, blue, 12'x12' plastic tarp. Perfect!
There were four, solid wooden support beams about 15 feet apart, which held up the barn. "It really couldn't get any better than this," I thought to myself. I took the plastic tarp out of its bag and spread it out on the floor of the barn, with all four corners of the tarp pointed toward the four beams. I then went back into my camping gear, found four 10 foot pieces of rope and threw them into the middle of the tarp.
It was time to take Josh out of the trunk of my car. I wanted to lift him up and throw him over my shoulder, but I wasn't strong enough. Instead, I grabbed him around the chest and carried him, laying him down in the very center of the tarp.
It had now been over 30 minutes since I'd hit him with the 2x4, so I was surprised he was still unconscious. I wondered if he might be pretending...hoping I'd drop my guard. I punched him in the jaw as hard as I could, but there was no response. Still unsure, I rolled him onto his back and gave him a good, swift kick in the balls. He didn't even flinch, so I knew he was still unconscious.
I began to untie the restraints, which had kept him hogtied. I then pulled him into a spread-eagle position, in the center of the tarp. Using the four 10 foot pieces of rope, I tied his ankles and wrists to the four wooden support beams. I quadruple tied each knot. There would be no escape.
I decided to leave him clothed, for the time being. It would be hotter to remove his clothing, once he was awake. I decided to make an exception for his shoes and socks. I don't have a foot fetish, but I have to admit his bare feet were sexy. His feet were large and meaty, his toes were long and his toenails were clean and perfectly trimmed. I inhaled his masculine scent and sunk my teeth into the ball of his left foot.
He looked so sexy and vulnerable, lying there spread-eagle and tied to the four support beams. As I knelt down between his legs, I decided to take the first of what would become many pictures and videos. As I started the first video, I leaned over him and kissed his lips. As I stuck my tongue into his mouth, I slipped my hand up his shirt. I could feel his rock-hard abs and pecs, his tiny nipples and the hair on his chest. I couldn’t wait to see him naked!
He had a beautiful treasure trail, which started at his navel and led down into his shorts. I didn’t want to undress him yet, but I couldn’t wait any longer. I had to see his cock! I pulled down his shorts and looked at his neatly trimmed bush. The shaft of his cock was thick. I inhaled it’s clean, musky scent. I pulled down the front of his shorts even further, exposing his flaccid cock and his balls. His balls were the size of extra-large chicken eggs and they hung low in his sac. As I massaged his balls in my hand, I swallowed his cock. I had been sucking for a good five minutes, when he began to stir. I quickly quit sucking, pulled up his shorts and waited.
Five minutes later, Josh started moaning. He opened his eyes and saw me standing over him, taking a video. He shook his head and tried to focus. A look of confusion crept over his face, as he realized his wrists and ankles had been restrained. I zoomed in on his face, wanting to capture his facial expressions. It only took about three seconds, before the look on his face changed from confusion to rage. His eyes glared at me and he tried to scream, but his screams were muffled by the duck tape.
“You arrogant little fuck!” I said. “You wouldn't even acknowledge me when you and your wife stopped by my booth earlier. But then when you actually needed something from me, your entire attitude changed. You're a typical, self-entitled little prick.”
His eyes were red and full of hate, as he started straining against the ropes, which held him firmly. I kept the video going, as he twisted, bucked and tried to scream. His face was bright red, as the veins in his neck bulged. After five minutes of trying to free himself, Josh was exhausted. I knelt between his legs, with my knees touching the inside of his hairy thighs. “I think we should have some fun, Josh,” I said with a smile. Once again, Josh screamed with rage, as I slipped my hand under his white tank top and caressed his abs, his pecs, his nipples and his hairy chest. I slid my hand slowly down the middle of his chest and fingered his navel, before proceeding further. A look of revulsion came across his face, as he realized what I was about to do. I kept my hand on the outside of his gym shorts, as I started massaging his cock and balls.
After about 5 minutes of massaging his cock and balls, I stood up without saying a word. I walked over to my car and started rummaging through my camping gear. “Here they are,” I said, as I picked up my heavy duty shears. Josh's eyes widened, as I knelt back down between his legs. I pulled the bottom of his tank top away from his waist and started cutting the fabric, straight up the middle of his chest. As I cut, more and more of his chest was exposed, until I took that final snip. I pulled the fabric away from his chest and buried my face between his pecs, inhaling his masculine aroma. Lastly, I used my shears to cut the strap over each shoulder and pulled the tank top completely off his body. I bent over, opened my mouth and bit down on his right nipple, as hard as I could. Josh screamed, as all of his muscles tensed.
It was now time to remove his thin workout shorts, as well as the compression shorts he wore underneath. I wanted to do this extremely slowly. The mind game I was playing with him was almost as powerful as the physical restraints. I pulled the fabric away from the outer side of his left thigh and started making small, deliberate cuts. As I snipped through the fabric, the bottom half of his shorts fell to the ground, while the top half still covered his crotch. I was midway up the outside of his thigh, when I noticed the fabric covering his cock was moving. The kid was getting an erection! I know cock’s have minds of their own, but I was surprised at the erection, considering his rage.
I continued cutting with the shears, until I finally cut through the waistband. The bottom half of his shorts fell to the ground, revealing his beautiful, hairy ass. The top half of his thin gym shorts was still covering his growing erection. I took a closer look. There was a small wet spot in his shorts, at the head of his cock. “Damn, Josh!” I said, “I think you might be enjoying this.” His eyes glared at me through tiny slits and he mumbled something unintelligible. For a moment I almost wanted to remove the duct tape, so I could hear what he was saying. But I was too afraid he would scream, alerting anyone who might be nearby.
I moved over to his right thigh, in order to continue cutting his shorts off. As I cut, I almost felt sorry for the kid. His erection was growing harder and the tiny spot of pre-cum on his shorts had now enlarged to the size of a quarter. Josh was mortified, as I bent down and touched the tip of my tongue to the wet spot. When the shears finally cut through the waistband, the bottom half of his shorts fell to the ground, while the upper half remained in place, covering his erection.
Once every 20 seconds or so, Josh’s cock would throb involuntarily. With each throb of his cock, the dark, wet stain grew larger and the fabric started falling to the side. Josh glanced down at the front of his shorts and realized that he would be completely exposed in a couple of minutes. We both watched, as his throbbing cock slowly pushed the fabric aside. At first, only his neatly trimmed pubic hair was visible. A minute later, I could see his large, left testicle. An eerie silence filled the barn, as we both watched his cock throb a few more times. The only sound you could hear was the sound of his gym shorts, as they quietly slid down between his legs. Josh let out a muffled sigh of resignation, as he closed his eyes and lowered his head back down onto the tarp. As I stared at the glistening head of his cock, another drop of pre-cum oozed out of his piss slit.
“Damn, Josh!” I said, “That's a nice, big cock you're workin’ with! “No wonder your wife and your girlfriend love it so much!” Josh opened his eyes wide and I could see fear in his eyes. “While you were out, I used your thumb to unlock your phone and look through your pictures,” I said. “You don't need to worry, man. I'm not going to tell your wife about your affair. But you and I are going to have some fun, before I let you go.”
As I reached for his cock, Josh let out another muffled yell and the glare in his eyes returned. I touched the pre-cum covered head with my index finger and slowly slid my finger down his shaft. Grabbing his egg-sized balls in my hands, I gave them a gentle squeeze. His balls were firm and full of cum.
I opened my mouth and put my lips around the head of his cock. I sucked on his cock as if it were a straw, sucking copious amounts of pre-cum out of his piss slit.
Josh pulled frantically at the ropes, hoping against all odds to break his restraints. As my mouth slid further down his fuck pole, I marveled at his straining biceps and thighs, his rock-hard pecs and his chiseled abs. When his cock was balls deep in my throat, Josh finally let out his first moan of pleasure. I sucked on his hard shaft for about 10 minutes. He almost shot his load at least 2 or 3 times, but I'm very good at edging a man. Once again, I looked into his eyes. The rage was no longer there. Instead, his eyes were pleading with me to let him cum.
I stood up abruptly and stripped off my own clothing. Josh watched me as I undressed, but averted his eyes when he saw my erection. Without a word, I walked over to my car and dug through my duffle bag. I knew I had lube, but wasn't so sure about condoms. “Fuck!” I screamed, when I realized I was out of condoms. I grabbed the lube and knelt down near Josh's head. “I'm going to ride your hard cock, Josh,” I informed him. “But I'm all out of condoms.” I grabbed his face and looked directly into his eyes. “Do not cum inside me, man,” I said sternly. “If you do, the consequences will be extremely severe. Understand?” Josh nodded his head.
I straddled his groin, grabbed his hard cock, rubbed lube all over it and pressed it against my puckered hole. It had been a while since I had been fucked and Josh's cock was quite thick. I slowly lowered myself onto his fuck pole and gasped when the head popped in. Ever so slowly, I lowered myself onto his cock. Josh was already moaning, as my hole swallowed his thick meat. I almost yelled out, when his cock rubbed against my prostate. “Fuck yeah!” I said. “I love how your thick cock feels inside me!” I grinded my ass into his groin, taking as much of that cock as I possibly could. I wasn't worried about giving him any pleasure. This was all about me. I lifted up and sat back down, dozens of times. Each time his cock rubbed my prostate, I moaned. “Fuck...this feels amazing, Josh!” I said. “I'm getting close, man.” I grinded my ass deep into his groin, rocking back and forth and up and down. Suddenly I felt that familiar sensation, deep inside my own groin. I tried to edge myself, but I had already gone past the point of no return. My muscles tensed, I arched my back and I let out a low, guttural moan, as I started shooting my seed all over his face and chest. After I was spent, I collapsed onto his bare chest. “Fuck, Josh!” I said. “That was awesome!”
But as I lay there on his chest, with his cock still buried inside me, Josh started moaning and his muscles tensed. Suddenly, his big cock started throbbing, while it was still deep inside me. Josh had just seeded my ass. The unpardonable offence. I grabbed his face and looked into his eyes. “Did you just cum inside me?” I asked. His eyes were wide with fear, as he nodded.
I wasn't really upset with Josh, as this had been part of my fantasy all along. But I had to act like I was pissed. “You fucker!” I screamed, as I punched him in the face. I warned you not to cum inside me or the consequences would be extremely severe.” I hit his beautiful face several times. One of his eyes was already swollen and I'm pretty sure his nose was broken. I lifted myself off of his groin, as his flaccid cock fell onto his abdomen. I gave his cock a good, hard squeeze and we both saw a drop of white semen come out of his piss slit. I stood up and kicked him in the balls, as hard as I could. He instinctively tried to curl up, but the ropes were still restraining his wrists and ankles. I gave him another hard kick in the balls. He screamed, but his screams were muffled by the duct tape. I wished we were in a more secluded spot, so I could remove the duct tape. I wanted to hear his agonized screams.
Still swearing at him, I got up and looked through my gear. I grabbed a 20-foot polyester rope and my hunting knife. As I walked back over to Josh, I looked up. There were several ceiling joists above him. I threw one end of the rope over a ceiling joist. I knelt down between Josh's legs and grabbed his big, low hanging balls. I tightly tied the one end of the rope around his scrotum, above his balls. Because his balls hung so low, it was easy to wrap the rope tightly around his scrotum a number of times. Josh realized what I was about to do and started sobbing.
With the one end of the rope secured tightly around his scrotum, I grabbed the other end of the rope and yanked HARD… pulling Josh’s body a few inches into the air. His agonizing scream was muffled by the duct tape, as he was held aloft by his balls. Pulling on the rope as hard as I could, I lifted his ass six inches off the ground. One of the beams had a large hook screwed into it, so I secured the free end of the rope around that hook.
Standing back, I admired my handiwork and took a bunch of pictures and videos, while Josh was hanging there by his balls, screaming. After five minutes, I asked Josh if he wanted me to let him back down. He frantically nodded. Once again I knelt down between his legs, grabbing my hunting knife as I knelt. As I put the blade of the knife to the rope, Josh breathed a sigh of relief. But instead of cutting the rope, I quickly sliced along the base of his scrotum. Josh's body fell to the ground, but the pain was still there. He looked down and saw two large, ivory-colored orbs, held aloft by the rope. It took a moment to sink in, but when it did, he started hyperventilating. He had just been castrated! The only thing attaching his balls to his body were the spermatic cords. I quickly wrapped both cords around my fingers and pulled as hard as I could. From somewhere deep within his groin, I heard two loud pops as I pulled his testicles away from his body. Josh's castration was now complete. I removed his balls from the rope and held them by their cords, in front of his face. He was still hyperventilating. I placed my left hand in the middle of his chest, as I tenderly caressed his cheek with my right hand. “You need to calm down, Josh,” I said. “Take deep breaths. Everything is going to be OK.” As I walked back to my car and tossed his testicles into my cooler, I calmly said, “Your balls are going to make very nice appetizers. Thank you for letting me harvest them!”
There was one more thing I needed to do, so I looked around the barn, until I found what I was looking for: a shallow metal pan. I grabbed the pan and shoved it between Josh's legs. With my hunting knife, I grabbed Josh’s big cock and ever so slowly, started sawing it off at the base of the shaft. As I cut, Josh screamed a long, horrific scream. When I had finally severed his cock from his body, I went back to my car and got my cutting board from my camping supplies. I knelt down next to Josh's head and placed his cock on the cutting board. Starting at the head, I sliced his cock into, ⅛ inch thick rings. Josh's eyes widened, as he watched his cock being sliced up, right before his eyes. “I've never eaten a dude's cock before,” I said. “I imagine if I bread these rings, deep fry them and serve them with a tasty dipping sauce, they will be similar to calamari. Don't you agree?” Josh just closed his eyes. He knew he would bleed out in about 20 minutes or so. I put the cock slices into a Ziploc baggy and tossed them into the cooler, along with his balls.
I decided it would be hot to take some video of Josh's bleeding wound and his empty ball sac. I got back down between his legs and started taking a video. He wasn't bleeding profusely. It was more of a slow, steady flow. I reached between his legs, played with his empty ball sac and watched the blood coming out of his wound. I don't know why, but the look and smell of what I was watching started getting my cock hard again. I placed my hand where Josh's cock used to be, got my hand covered with his blood and used his blood as lubricant, while I stroked my own cock.
In about 30 seconds, my cock was as hard as a rock again. I crawled up Josh's body, until we were face to face, chest to chest and groin to groin. Suddenly I was overcome with the desire to fuck the hole where Josh's cock used to be. As my cock made its way deeper into Josh's groin, I was amazed at the feeling of dominance and power I had over him. Everything was so sensual and erotic, it only took about five minutes before I was ready to shoot my load deep inside him. I whispered in his ear that I was going to cum. Josh was still alive, but weak and there was almost no response. As I shot my load deep inside him, Josh opened his eyes wide. He knew exactly what had just happened.
It was obvious that Josh quickly slipping away. With my cock still buried inside him, I cut his wrist restraints with my hunting knife and removed the duct tape from his mouth. It almost seemed like I was making love to him, rather than killing him. I held his face in my hands and put my mouth on his. He was obviously delirious, because as soon as I put my mouth on his he stuck his tongue into my mouth and we started making out. I ran my fingers through the hair on his chest and tenderly touched his right nipple. He moaned with pleasure, while we kissed for two or three minutes. Then he took one last shallow breath and slipped away. I lay there on top of him for a good ten minutes, with my now flaccid cock still buried inside him. It was time to clean up and get out of there.
I lifted myself off of Josh and pulled my cock out of his groin. Using his white tank top and grey shorts, I cleaned his blood off my body before I got dressed. I cut the restraints from his ankles and put his clothing and the ropes in a plastic garbage bag. All of that would be burned. I pulled the shallow pan from between his legs and walked to the creek on the edge of the fairgrounds. I dumped Josh's blood into the creek and washed out the shallow pan. Back in the barn, I wrapped Josh’s body in the blue, plastic tarp and gently placed him in the trunk of my car. I put my hunting knife, the cutting board, the shallow pan, and the bag of clothes in with my gear. Before I grabbed my lanterns, I looked around the interior of the barn one last time. I had everything. I turned out the lanterns and opened the door of the barn. I started my car and drove out of the fairgrounds with my lights off. As I drove through town, I passed the strip club’s parking lot. Josh's Jeep was where I had left it, surrounded by dozens of other cars. He wouldn't be missed until the next morning.
I drove west, as I headed out of town. I wasn't sure of where I was going. I needed some time to think.
