It might not be your cup of tea, but some of you may enjoy the sadism. Tell me what you think. Enjoy!
You're prepping for practice, stretching out on the field. The team climate has been tense since Mikey found out you were hitting on Michelle at the party a week ago, so you're away from the rest of the team on the far side near the woods. Joey, Mikey's best friend comes over and you know there's going to be trouble, so you just concentrate harder on the stretches.
"Hey faggot! I heard you been hitting on Michelle. Who the fuck do you think you are bitch." "It's a free fucking country", you say. Rage boils up in Joey's eyes. "Get him!" You turn to run, but you're no match for Martin and Rick. Pretty soon you've been hauled into the woods, tied up, and Martin has his famous pocket knife at your throat. "Well bitch, it's time to teach you a lesson, you won't be hitting on any girls anytime soon," says Joey. First he and the others all light cigarettes and blow the acrid smoke into your eyes, making them water. The pain intensifies as your eyes sting under the three puffers. Then Martin holds his knife up and says "open your mouth, faggot bitch." As you reluctantly do they start dumping ash in. It coats your teeth, tongue, and gums, and the warm embers burn your sensitive flesh. They laugh their asses off as they keep filling your mouth with ash, making you swallow it. It tastes chalky and disgusting. As they finish, they order you to eat and swallow all their smoking butts. They're still burning, but they dont give a fuck as two of them force their burning butts in your mouth charring your palate.
Joey takes his and yanks off your shorts unceremoniously. He puts his butt out on the head of your dick through your jockstrap, burning through the cloth and causing a red burn on your head. Then he tosses it in your mouth. Martin makes you swallow all three. "Now your mouth doesn't just taste like an ashtray, it is an ashtray" quips Joey and guffaws.
"You won't look so pretty anymore." Joey takes out his lighter and holds it up to your hair; the fire starts singing it away producing a horrible smell. They do this several times so only patches remain of your longish dark hair on the back, one side, and some over the forehead, like a tree in the fall that clings to a quarter of its leaves. Ricky is laughing hard now while the others chuckle. Martin notices some animal dung nearby. "Eat it fucker." he says pouring some water from his bottle onto it as Joey drives your face into the foul muck, which looks like some dog had diarrhea now that its wet and puddling. It's all over your face, dripping off, as you lap it up slowly, gagging and sputtering. Then you notice Joey has been taking pics with his phone; he notices you looking at him. "Just texting Mikey that you eat dog shit, he's gonna forward it to Michelle."
"Alright," says joey after you've cleaned the mess, "Now we get serious." Your jockstrap is yanked off and shoved in your mouth (you haven't been screaming, Martin is one scary motherfucker). "You're not gonna be seeing the ladies for some time," says Joey. With that he turns his gaze to your drooping dick, weak and pathetic under the gaze of these guys. Ricky holds your arms, and Joey lights his lighter and holds it up to your shrinking nuts. It's not so close that it charrs the flesh, just enough to singe it. He keeps applying the flame all over your nuts until they are red with pain for about twenty minutes as he stops to let it sink in then starts again, meticulous in his cruelty, tears streaming down your befouled face and mixing with the shit caked on and drying. They watch this procedure fascinated, as if realizing the complexity of human anatomy for the first time; their eyes are wide, bedazzled at the damage that can be done to skin and revelling in their ability to control another man and the future of his body. Then the lighter, at Martin's suggestion, is applied to your pubes and they catch, burning quite quickly under the flames, as your thin wedge of manly hair shrivels and curls up. "HA he looks like a fucking first grader," Ricky yells, his eyes bright with delight. Your balls are in tremendous pain and some of the skin where your pubes were is an angry red, but it's gonna get worse. Joey stands up with his cleats and smashes them into your throbbing balls, like a 5 pound weight dropped onto two hollow eggshells. Over and over he does it, ripping the thin skin with his harsh cleats and enraging the inflamed skin; your stomach is in tremendous pain and you vomit strongly under the blows thrusting out the jockstrap. Joey stops, laughing to the point of tears, and forces you to lick up the disgusting remnants of your sandwich lunch adding to the shit already smeared on your face. You're gagging again, as your flaking tastebuds endure this second meal of bodily ejaculate. "Thank me bitch for the free vasectomy," says Joey a wicked grin on his face. Tired and weak, dazed by today's horrors, you say "Thank you for the vasectomy, Joey," as Martin's knife glowers. "That's right he says, not only will you not be able to fuck, you won't be able to even shoot right now; wonder what Michelle will think of that." "WELL," Joey continues looking to the others "Think we should complete the job by cutting off that dick, it's useless now that he's sterile." They laugh hard as Martin pushes the knife up against the shaft, biting into the skin and drawing a little blood. You want to scream in terror; after all why would life be worth it without a dick. Your mind races with memories of jacking off, your first sexual experience, all that makes you a man, and the thought of losing it forever crashes down into your mind. "Naw got somethin better."
Ricky takes out your wallet; you kept your stuff near you not trusting the locker room with all the malice going around. Ricky pulls out a picture of your family, all dressed up at Easter, faces thick with caring and affection. "Alright bitch, hold this picture in your hand and start jacking off." Your eyes open wide in horror as you stare at your mom and brother's smiling faces. "Do it" says Martin, thrusting his knife. You start, though the pain on your dickhead and balls is enormous, you get semi hard, a reaction you'll never really forgive in yourself. Joey is filming video now with his phone, getting good closeups of your face, the picture and your struggling dick. Ricky has your phone and is also filming. After a lot of stiningly painful jacking and semihardness, Joey tells you to stop. Your dick and balls feel like a ream of tissue paper a cheese grater has run across repeatedly. "We got what we needed, my vids going to Mikey; he's gonna forward it to the whole team saying that you love incest and wanna fuck your brother and mom together. Ricky's forwarding the vid to your family right now, every family member in your phone, grandma, mom, dad, stepmom, everyone." You don't know how to deal with this level of shame, imagine all their faces as they watch in disappointment and shock this horrible act you've been made to do; the pain is burning and you start losing consciousness, the trees spin, and the sky grows black.
You wake up later; your hands are bound, your face is still grimy, hair ruined, and your balls and dick are throbbing badly. You're bound naked and fully exposed firmly around the flagpole near a school, but you don't know which one; it must be in another town or one of the rural ones judging by its peeling paint and unmodernized styling. It's around 6pm and it's deserted... for now. Joey steps up smirking, "Well, we're leaving you faggot. Now you're a bona fide sex offender hanging out on school grounds naked; everyone knows and will know about you now. The pervy dude of Marion. Enjoy parent teacher conferences tonight; they should start in an hour or so, and I imagine the police will arrive to to arrest you. Don't think of saying anything; I've been keeping Martin on a leash. How will they book you, perv? With that shrimp dick and sterile balls, no one will mistake you for a man, especially not Michelle or any other chick in the county. Your days of sex are over, dude." You groan and a gag (a jockstrap, you're too woozy to percieve it really) is placed in your mouth, eyes fluttering in panic. "The flagpole seemed the right place for you; after all, it's a free fucking country."
You're prepping for practice, stretching out on the field. The team climate has been tense since Mikey found out you were hitting on Michelle at the party a week ago, so you're away from the rest of the team on the far side near the woods. Joey, Mikey's best friend comes over and you know there's going to be trouble, so you just concentrate harder on the stretches.
"Hey faggot! I heard you been hitting on Michelle. Who the fuck do you think you are bitch." "It's a free fucking country", you say. Rage boils up in Joey's eyes. "Get him!" You turn to run, but you're no match for Martin and Rick. Pretty soon you've been hauled into the woods, tied up, and Martin has his famous pocket knife at your throat. "Well bitch, it's time to teach you a lesson, you won't be hitting on any girls anytime soon," says Joey. First he and the others all light cigarettes and blow the acrid smoke into your eyes, making them water. The pain intensifies as your eyes sting under the three puffers. Then Martin holds his knife up and says "open your mouth, faggot bitch." As you reluctantly do they start dumping ash in. It coats your teeth, tongue, and gums, and the warm embers burn your sensitive flesh. They laugh their asses off as they keep filling your mouth with ash, making you swallow it. It tastes chalky and disgusting. As they finish, they order you to eat and swallow all their smoking butts. They're still burning, but they dont give a fuck as two of them force their burning butts in your mouth charring your palate.
Joey takes his and yanks off your shorts unceremoniously. He puts his butt out on the head of your dick through your jockstrap, burning through the cloth and causing a red burn on your head. Then he tosses it in your mouth. Martin makes you swallow all three. "Now your mouth doesn't just taste like an ashtray, it is an ashtray" quips Joey and guffaws.
"You won't look so pretty anymore." Joey takes out his lighter and holds it up to your hair; the fire starts singing it away producing a horrible smell. They do this several times so only patches remain of your longish dark hair on the back, one side, and some over the forehead, like a tree in the fall that clings to a quarter of its leaves. Ricky is laughing hard now while the others chuckle. Martin notices some animal dung nearby. "Eat it fucker." he says pouring some water from his bottle onto it as Joey drives your face into the foul muck, which looks like some dog had diarrhea now that its wet and puddling. It's all over your face, dripping off, as you lap it up slowly, gagging and sputtering. Then you notice Joey has been taking pics with his phone; he notices you looking at him. "Just texting Mikey that you eat dog shit, he's gonna forward it to Michelle."
"Alright," says joey after you've cleaned the mess, "Now we get serious." Your jockstrap is yanked off and shoved in your mouth (you haven't been screaming, Martin is one scary motherfucker). "You're not gonna be seeing the ladies for some time," says Joey. With that he turns his gaze to your drooping dick, weak and pathetic under the gaze of these guys. Ricky holds your arms, and Joey lights his lighter and holds it up to your shrinking nuts. It's not so close that it charrs the flesh, just enough to singe it. He keeps applying the flame all over your nuts until they are red with pain for about twenty minutes as he stops to let it sink in then starts again, meticulous in his cruelty, tears streaming down your befouled face and mixing with the shit caked on and drying. They watch this procedure fascinated, as if realizing the complexity of human anatomy for the first time; their eyes are wide, bedazzled at the damage that can be done to skin and revelling in their ability to control another man and the future of his body. Then the lighter, at Martin's suggestion, is applied to your pubes and they catch, burning quite quickly under the flames, as your thin wedge of manly hair shrivels and curls up. "HA he looks like a fucking first grader," Ricky yells, his eyes bright with delight. Your balls are in tremendous pain and some of the skin where your pubes were is an angry red, but it's gonna get worse. Joey stands up with his cleats and smashes them into your throbbing balls, like a 5 pound weight dropped onto two hollow eggshells. Over and over he does it, ripping the thin skin with his harsh cleats and enraging the inflamed skin; your stomach is in tremendous pain and you vomit strongly under the blows thrusting out the jockstrap. Joey stops, laughing to the point of tears, and forces you to lick up the disgusting remnants of your sandwich lunch adding to the shit already smeared on your face. You're gagging again, as your flaking tastebuds endure this second meal of bodily ejaculate. "Thank me bitch for the free vasectomy," says Joey a wicked grin on his face. Tired and weak, dazed by today's horrors, you say "Thank you for the vasectomy, Joey," as Martin's knife glowers. "That's right he says, not only will you not be able to fuck, you won't be able to even shoot right now; wonder what Michelle will think of that." "WELL," Joey continues looking to the others "Think we should complete the job by cutting off that dick, it's useless now that he's sterile." They laugh hard as Martin pushes the knife up against the shaft, biting into the skin and drawing a little blood. You want to scream in terror; after all why would life be worth it without a dick. Your mind races with memories of jacking off, your first sexual experience, all that makes you a man, and the thought of losing it forever crashes down into your mind. "Naw got somethin better."
Ricky takes out your wallet; you kept your stuff near you not trusting the locker room with all the malice going around. Ricky pulls out a picture of your family, all dressed up at Easter, faces thick with caring and affection. "Alright bitch, hold this picture in your hand and start jacking off." Your eyes open wide in horror as you stare at your mom and brother's smiling faces. "Do it" says Martin, thrusting his knife. You start, though the pain on your dickhead and balls is enormous, you get semi hard, a reaction you'll never really forgive in yourself. Joey is filming video now with his phone, getting good closeups of your face, the picture and your struggling dick. Ricky has your phone and is also filming. After a lot of stiningly painful jacking and semihardness, Joey tells you to stop. Your dick and balls feel like a ream of tissue paper a cheese grater has run across repeatedly. "We got what we needed, my vids going to Mikey; he's gonna forward it to the whole team saying that you love incest and wanna fuck your brother and mom together. Ricky's forwarding the vid to your family right now, every family member in your phone, grandma, mom, dad, stepmom, everyone." You don't know how to deal with this level of shame, imagine all their faces as they watch in disappointment and shock this horrible act you've been made to do; the pain is burning and you start losing consciousness, the trees spin, and the sky grows black.
You wake up later; your hands are bound, your face is still grimy, hair ruined, and your balls and dick are throbbing badly. You're bound naked and fully exposed firmly around the flagpole near a school, but you don't know which one; it must be in another town or one of the rural ones judging by its peeling paint and unmodernized styling. It's around 6pm and it's deserted... for now. Joey steps up smirking, "Well, we're leaving you faggot. Now you're a bona fide sex offender hanging out on school grounds naked; everyone knows and will know about you now. The pervy dude of Marion. Enjoy parent teacher conferences tonight; they should start in an hour or so, and I imagine the police will arrive to to arrest you. Don't think of saying anything; I've been keeping Martin on a leash. How will they book you, perv? With that shrimp dick and sterile balls, no one will mistake you for a man, especially not Michelle or any other chick in the county. Your days of sex are over, dude." You groan and a gag (a jockstrap, you're too woozy to percieve it really) is placed in your mouth, eyes fluttering in panic. "The flagpole seemed the right place for you; after all, it's a free fucking country."
