#200
“Did I hear you right? You are looking to retrieve a package from a Dennis Moore for your boss? Do you have all the necessary money? Hand it over. Did you include a copy of the ATM receipt from your bank? Good. Looks to be all here. Now strip....
“You want that package to bring back to your boss, lose every stitch of clothing. I want to make sure you are not wearing any wires. Don’t worry no one will know you are gay. Oh don’t give me that look of shock. You’ve been checking me out. I have been on this planet for well over fifty years. I can spot a sperm burper when I see one. If you are not gay, you have either played around with other men or you have wanted to. Everything off means your underwear too. And that hard on of yours should dispense with any further discussion about you not being a fag who’s attracted to me. Yeah, don’t worry, I like using faggots like you. Damn, those are some big balls.
“Let me remove my clothes too. I usually walk around my property naked, but gardening does require some clothing. The nearest neighbor is just under a mile away. See. Being naked is very normal around here. Go on check out my cock. It’s average in size, but it serves me well. Nobody has ever complained about it. As we walk to my work cabin, you can check out my ass; your tongue will be spending a lot of time in there.
“You don’t speak much, I like that. Keep it up. Before we get into fucking, I have to ask what you did to piss off your boss. Bitch, no one willingly drives up one side of a mountain, especially that road after a six-hour drive from the city. Either you screwed up royally, or you stole from him. And let’s dispense with the façade that your boss is anything but a member of a crime organization. Those are the only types of clients I serve. I don’t need nor want to know any names—neither theirs nor yours. You’ll be bitch or fag or cunt or whatever, and you will call me Sir.
“Here we are at my work cabin. This is where you are going to be for a few days. Yeah, well I want to use you all weekend. When was the last time you spent the weekend getting your ass stretched by a hot man like me? There’s no way I will let you drive down the mountain with the sun setting in an hour. That road is dangerous during the day; at night it’s deadly. Check out the view. I put this cabin here for that view of the brook, the trees, and the mountain. Nothing better in life than fucking a fag’s cunt and looking out at that spectacular view out of my floor-to-ceiling windows. While there’s a toilet inside, there’s an outdoor shower around back. There’s a douche hose there. Get cleaned out. You do know how to douche out? Good. Good. Take as much time as you need to get squeaky clean, and I want a deep clean. I do not like dealing with fag mud. I’ll be getting the cabin ready. I really wasn’t expecting your visit today. I’ll be back in a bit. I expect you to run clean four times in a row….
“…It’s been a while now, you had four clean flushes? Good. Good. Before we go in, on your knees; I have to take a piss. Don’t look at me like that. This is not up for discussion. Now. Look, every client that sends up a runner to collect packages knows that I have very specific needs. I will fuck anyone who steps foot on my property, man or woman, fag or bitch however I see fit. That’s why they only send the pieces of shit that screwed them over. They only want my specialized services, and they don’t give a shit about me using your holes. And you mean nothing to them, and less to me. So get the fuck on your knees and drink my piss. I’ll even take it slow for you. That’s better. Open your mouth. Don’t suck, drink. Fuck yeah. See. See. You are a natural urinal. Ok. Ok. I hear it gets better every time.
“Get inside. See this is pretty much a fuck room. Sling over there, fuck bench, rim seat. All the fun stuff. Here put these ankle and wrist cuffs on. You fags are always the most compliant. I appreciate that. It always makes giving you a black eye more difficult. You heard me right. Look at me! Bam! I got you. I got you. Just lie back on the table. You are a bit shaken. Makes securing you down a lot easier. I could have just asked you to lie down, but black eyes are always given to those asking about Dennis Moore. Notice that it’s plural. You will get the other eye done when you leave in a few days.
“There! Arms and legs are secure. You are going nowhere. I love high tech. With this panel of buttons, I can lift your legs up and spread them real wide. That really provides total access to that beautiful pussy of yours. When I’m done with it, it will be a gaping cunt. And damn, those balls or yours are fucking huge. They need to be out of the way. This tiny ball stretcher should do the job. It’s going to pinch… a lot. It’s the tiny ones that really cause the most pain. Now if you didn’t have such large balls, it wouldn’t hurt as much. So the pain is really your fault. Securing them to the ceiling to pull them tight should double your pain real good.
“There you are set up—nice, secure, and totally helpless. Damn I did a good job. Let me get a pic of this. And now one from your perspective. And a close up of your black eye. That one’s going to be real nasty. I can see you are still a bit woozy. It doesn’t matter; you’ll be knocked unconscious in about a minute. Look out at the setting sun. Ain’t that pretty? Take a good look at it. In a moment my arm will be going up your ass. In fact, I’m going past the elbow with my fist making its way deep up in you descending colon. And an unconscious asshole offers no resistance when taking an arm as big as mine. I like telling you bitches what I’m about to do as your look of terror gets my dick hard. I see you’re no different. That’s it! Go on and cry. I’ll use your tears for lube when my arm goes in your ass. Good.
“Now, the other thing my arm does is wrap around your neck and restrict the air to your lungs, like this. Struggle all you want; it will only make you lose your consciousness sooner. Your face is turning purple. Shh shh shh shh. You will be out soon. Just accept it. There you go, …and you are out. Good boy! Have a good sleep.
“Time to get in that ass. Damn those big balls are starting to turn a deep purple too, and they are nice and tight. Fuck yeah…. I know you are out but damn boy! This ass has seen its share of dicks. All the way in. There’s the sigmoid.… Fuck this is a nice pussy….
“…You are starting to come to…. Welcome back to consciousness. Yes that’s my arm up your ass. I could be in here all night. But I really should get to that package from Dennis Moore for your boss. I’m gonna pull out. You are going to feel empty. Are you with me? Yeah you are coming around. I got this plug that will be locked in. It’s about the same size as my arm, about 5 inches in diameter. I want you stretched out to the point of not being useful. This is the plug. Huge fucker. You are going to have this in you at all times, whenever my arm isn’t. Well! That went in easy. Such a pretty sight. So helpless.
“OK as I wash up, let me tell you about your predicament. You were sent here by your boss, whoever he is, and asked a man you don’t know the name of for a package from Dennis Moore to bring back to your boss. I kinda mentioned it before, but Dennis Moore doesn’t exist. It’s more of a code word to me as to what services I am to provide you. If you had asked for Paul Rose, you would have been fisted and your ass would have been destroyed. I’m kinda doing that now as a bonus. My arm is so hungry at times. Lee Jones would have gotten you branded. Each name has its established price that the recipient always pays upon arrival, like you did. For Dennis Moore, which for some reason has become more popular, I have to be extra careful as it takes a little move skill than the others. One that I first learned as a boy on my family’s farm.
“And we begin with this flick of my scalpel. Just like that your scrotal sack has been opened. A quick massage to your sack, and your balls are exposed. A second flick and you hear that? Those are your balls falling into this bowl. Yeah I learned as a boy to castrate bulls. The key is doing it fast and to use a castration ring. That band I put around your balls was designed for livestock. It lessens the pain and cuts the blood from flowing.
“Hey, quit your crying; it’s fucking over. It’s done. No going back. Don’t worry, I’m gonna let you keep your empty sack as a constant reminder that you are no longer a man. I’m also going to suture you up. I may have lost my medical license, but I still have the knowledge. Damn these balls are huge! They will be preserved and then encased in acrylic. And that will be the Dennis Moore package your boss will be expecting. I’ll have it nicely wrapped up in a pretty package for him. Let’s get you closed up here, and I will get you to bed. Lot’s of resting for you now. A few pain pills too. I may be an evil prick, but I’m not a monster.”
