Chapter 4

I stopped by my soon to be former home to pick up the last of his boxed personal items. The rest of the items that made up my life were currently stacked neatly in a storage unit just down the road from the old meat packing plant. It only took 15 minutes to unload the final boxes into the locker.

I returned to the old meat facility, locking the gate behind me, and walked to the heavy door. Unlocking it, I went inside. The clock said 2 AM.

My playthings were all waiting patiently for me to get back to them, but I was exhausted. Yeah right. They most likely were wishing I didn’t return at all.

I stripped down nude and flopped on the bed in the front room. I slept like a baby.

I awoke at 11 AM and used the bathroom. Then I had a light snack, pulled on my boots, and returned to the killing floor.

Turning on the lights, the four looked kinda unhappy. I used the big fire hose and the toilet brush to scrub and wash away all the piss and little bit of shit they hadn’t been able to hold in overnight. And I did another round of colon cleaning with the small hose for good measure.

I checked on SB1’s skinless wiener. It was scabbing over nicely and had stopped bleeding with the cauterization.

SB2’s dick was looking kinda rough.

“How’s the dick?” I asked him.

He looked at me with pain in his eyes. “It throbs and hurts like hell. Even worse than my balls.”

I reached down and gently stroked my fingers along the bloated length. I asked him, “Ever seen it that big though? You gotta be hoping it stays that long and thick in the future.”

He snorted, “Yeah right. You’re gonna kill us all. There is no future.”

I shrugged, “May be true, may not. You’ll just have to wait and find out.”

Then I got another sadistic idea and said to him, “Truthfully? I’m not going to kill YOU. That much I can say for a fact.”

He sobbed, “I hope that’s true. I really don’t want to die.”

“Tell you what. How about a reward for being cooperative? Want me to get you off and see if that helps with the pressure?” I asked. Knowing it would actually be an excruciatingly painful experience if I did, and hoping he would ask.

Surprisingly, he nodded. “Please? Anything to relieve the pressure.”

“Are you sure?” I asked him. “It looks kinda sore.”

“No. it’s alright. Please? Just make me cum so I can relieve this pressure?” He begged.

“Okay.” I told him. “If that’s what you need. But I won’t be doing it. One of your buddies can take care of you.”

He nodded, looking relieved.

“Before I do anything though, I have a question I need answered.”

I looked into his eyes.

“Where can I find the black motherfucker who ended my sisters’ life? And what’s his real name?”

SB2 looked torn and thought about it for a minute. I lightly brushed my fingertips on the head of his dick.

“Malcolm Jackson.” He said excitedly. “Hangs down on Fifth Street, and sometimes at the old pool hall near the homeless mission.”

“Describe him, and anything else I can use to find him. And remember that your life depends on me finding him instead of having to settle for punishing you.”

“YOU FOOL!” SB3 yelled at him. “Now we don’t have anything to bargain with.”

I grinned at SB2. “Looks like we have a volunteer to help you out.”

I lowered the winch and dragged SB3 over in front of SB2. I leaned down and told him, “You’re gonna suck his swollen dick like it contains redemption for your soul. If you refuse, I’m gonna use my torch to burn off your pecker and then fuck your ass apart.”

“If you stop before he cums, or fail to make him cum, the same penalty applies.”

“And you will show me his cum in your mouth when you’re done, then swallow it. Or I’ll make you suffer so bad you’ll beg me for the first punishment.”

I released SB3’s hands and cuffed him in the front. He slowly moved into position and grasped SB2’s dick. Leaning in, he slowly sucked the bloated and discolored cock into his mouth and began the blowjob.

It felt good to SB2, for about the first 45 seconds. But then the blood began to flow a little from the stimulation and that all changed. He wiggled a bit, then began to buck a little as he tried to get SB3 to stop.

“Hey! Stop man! That hurts like hell!” SB2 said.

“You stop and it’s your ass and cock.” I told SB3.

It was the only time I have ever watched, or even heard, about a guy fighting off a blowjob. SB2 screamed in agony, while at the same time his dick was on it’s own track. You’d think he wouldn’t be able to cum while in pain, but the nerves in his dick were not firing correctly and the pleasure center bundles were overstimulated. He cried and begged and screamed in agony until he finally came. And promptly passed out.

SB3 was able to stick with him, and finished the job. I told him not to swallow until he showed me. The pool in his mouth was mostly a dark red color. Sperm mixed with blood.

“Swallow.” I said. And he did.

Leading him back to his winch, I made a detour. I walked him to another stainless steel table and clipped his handcuffs to a rope attached to the far side. Then secured his ankles to the legs, with his legs spread wide. Pulling the rope, he was forced to lay on his belly across the table. I tied the rope off to hold him there. Using a hand crank, I lowered the table until it was the desired height.

I gathered a couple items and walked back to him and leaned in close to his face.

“Just to prove to you that I am true to my word and always shoot people straight, I’m gonna remind you of something about my statement earlier.” I told him.

“I ... LIED...” I said.

“The only truth that matters is that I am now evil incarnate, and I have no normal social honor left, or even the desire or will to do what is right any more. So lying to you is just a blip to me. I’m capable of so much more evil now that you have freed me to follow my twisted desires.”

With that said, I lit the propane torch and walked around behind him.

His screams made even my hair stand up on the back of my neck. And it took almost three of the little propane tanks to completely burn his penis off. I finally just concentrated at the base and used the flame as a cutting torch to sever the fleshy appendage instead of trying to burn it all away.

His balls weren’t ignored either. I roasted them slowly until they finally gave in to the heat. Did you know testicles ‘popped’ when overheated? Neither did I. Who knew?