Topher Bradshaw - Inhumanity

“I was going to cut it off, but that is just going to leave to many complications,” — I remove the scissors and he releases a sigh of relief. “However, it is not your dick that is the problem, it’s the hormones that are really the culprit. How does one stop an intact male dog from mounting and pissing on everything? — I pause for a second to let this question sink in. “You castrate it.” Matt taking in the realization starts to struggle and yell through the gag, but only spit makes it through.”

“Please just stop, just fucking stop already,” Kristy screams at me.

“Unless you want a gag in your big mouth, I suggest you shut up and enjoy the show Kristy,” I growl and she starts to weep.

I walk over to the table to the right and grab the item I am looking for. It is a vice grip that contains two metal walls that tighten as you turn the rotating lever. I walk back in front of Matt and place it on top of the surgical tray. Adjusting the tray, I lower it to the point that it aligns perfectly with his low hanging testicles. I grasp them in my hand feeling the saggy warm skin and the wrinkles that have formed. I fondle his sack and find the large testicles that reside towards the bottom. Matt’s body flinches even more as I do, and as a conditioned response from his central nervous system, he even starts to get hard. I place his testicles into the vice and tighten the handle moving the two walls into place, only stopping once they have a firm grip. I can see that he is boasting a semi as I finish, and knowing this is only a reaction from the stimulation I decide to have a little fun.

“I guess for old times’ sake,” I say to him with a smile as I begun to rub my hand back and forth across his shaft. It takes only seconds for him to grow to full length and pulsing girth. Kneeling down on the crumbling concrete in front of him, I take him into my mouth and start to slowly suck. His penis moves into the back of my throat and then slides back out between my lips. I can taste the salty sweat that has been forming the last couple hours and smell the musk lingering around his pubic hair. Thrusting him deeper inside, my face becomes buried into his fluffy black pubic hair. Repeating the process for what seemed like ten minutes, he tightens in my mouth and by voluntary reflex, his ass does as well, and he trusts in my mouth. One final trust and I can taste the sweet saltiness of his cum as it pounds into my mouth filling it and seeping down my throat. The amount of cum is staggering and as I swallow his body goes into small tremors from the pleasure. I stand up and wipe my mouth with my finger and smile.

“Just as I always remembered it, salty and sweet. At least I can say I was both your first and last.” Wrapping my hand around the handle of the vice, I turn it and feel resistance as the two walls start to press firmly against his testicles. With each turn he erupts with a scream and each time I feel myself harden below. It takes ten turns before the sound in the air fills with a loud pop, signaling the process is complete as he uncontrollably thrashes and sobs.

“Can’t leave all that mess inside there now can we Matt?” I unwind the handle and release the pressure of the walls, sliding his limp and bruised scrotum out. Taking the package of iodine swaps, I swab down the middle of his scrotum and use the blade to slice an incision, leading to a fluid to drip from his sack. Taking my fingers, I slide them into the opening and pull out the smashed contents of his testicles. The left is still attached to the vas deferens and I cut the cord, tossing the crushed testicle to the ground. I locate the second cord and tie them together to prevent any further bleeding and then secure them with suture material. Taking the needle and suture, I sew up the incision and glance at the floor to see Matt’s left testicle sitting there. Picking it up, I walk over to Kristy who begins to scream and then clamps her mouth down shut. I grab her mouth by the sides applying pressure till it opens, drop the testicle into her mouth and slam it shut. Holding her nose shut Kristy tries to last, but the struggle for oxygen become too great and she finally swallows.

There is an old saying about those who refuse to do nothing while observing the tragedy of others. Speak no evil, see no evil, hear no evil. It is a sentence that has always grasped my attention. Sitting in the metal chair, I glance at both these two people that once were part of my life. They lay there passed out from the exhaustion and pain of the evening. I glance at my watch and realize it is just past the witching hour and there is still more work to do before I’m finished. Standing up I walk over to my table of instruments and gaze upon them. Everything I need to enact my revenge lays out before me. I grab the set of jaw spreaders that will attach to the front of the canine tooth and hold the jaw open. Kristy is going to be first I decide, and walk over to her as she lays there asleep and almost looking content, but once I punch her in the right cheek just below her eye she springs to life. Grabbing her jaw once more I force the spreader into her mouth and the springs force her jaw open. Matt comes to as the sound of Kristy’s struggles fill the air. Moving towards him he attempts to speak but the ball gag still holds his internal thoughts quite. He can see what I’ve done with Kristy and tries to bite down holding the gag into place, but a strong punch to his nose and a loud crack, he gasps and I rip the gag from his mouth and slip the second spreader into his mouth and he fights against the spring.

“I’m sure you have heard of the expression speak no evil! Well, you both have done nothing but that. I am going to help you with that.” A large smile spreads upon my face as I gaze down at Matt. I’m not positive but it seems they have figured out this round of the game and both start to struggle. Glancing over at the table I see the next tools I need and walk over to grab them. I fasten a new blade upon the scalpel, grab a pair of pliers, and a small blow torch. Arriving back at Kristy, I place the scalpel and the blow torch on her chest and wield the pliers in my right hand. I slip the pliers into her mouth, but as I attempt to grab her tongue she slashes it back and forth, however it proves futile. I apply as much pressure as possible and stretch her tongue through her open mouth. I pass the pliers to my left hand and then wield the scalpel with my right. In one fluid movement, I slice through the muscle wall and the remaining stump of her tongue slips back into her mouth. An attempt to scream can be heard but the blood pooling in her mouth starts to form at the back of her throat. Reaching back in with the pliers I grasp the stub of her tongue and use the blow torch to cauterize the wound. The bleeding stops, but so does her breathing, and I take her dolly tipping it upwards sending her head towards the ground and the now clotting blood spews from her mouth and plops to the floor. Punching her on the back through the opening on the dolly causes her to spit out any remaining clots and take a breath. I set her back into position and swab the inside of her mouth to prevent any suffocation and remove the mouth spreader.

“That wasn’t so bad now was it,” I laugh at her. I then gather the tools and move over to Matt, who is now thrashing and trying to speak to me. The inability for him to close his mouth results in nothing audible. Performing the same routine, I grasp his tongue and slice it off, except this time the blade has dulled and it took two slices to remove the strong muscle from its place. Just as with Kristy a pool of blood forms and I cauterize the wound, but unlike Kristy, he doesn’t stop breathing but instead starts to choke from his own blood. Elevating him performs the same effect and I clean him up removing the mouth spreader only to see him mouth some words at me.