"You'realready dribbling a little lube out of it, and I wantto catch the explosion inside it when you start tocream. That way you'll feel the hot juic... all aroundthe head." "Oh, yeah, do me..." Stan trailed off in an almostagonized voice. I applied more pressure stroking hiscorona and stroked it more quickly. I knew he wasprimed for release, and needed it badly. Now Stanbegan to grunt with each stroke, and I saw his legsbegin to tremble. His entire body tightened up withexcitement. "HUNH! HUNH!. I felt a stirring between my thighs at the thought of it and I sipped the wine and watched as my dick slowly came to life. From upstairs I could hear strange noises coming over the sound of running water. Then the shower was turned off and a series of squeals and yelps. I imagined what they were getting up to and that just made my desires grow. There was some giggling as they crossed the hallway into the bedroom and then silence. I downed the last of my wine and stood up. By now I was fully. The tubing was an effective tourniquet, and as the blood nourishment to his balls ended the boy's entire sac darkened. I could tell it hurt, and he tried to buck his hips and after that he was just screaming into his gag. He had a lot of questions of course, and he'd have to figure out the answers on his own. He knew by now we were going to unman him, and he fought and struggled then with a desperation that only a man being castrated can truly understand. Up and down he jerked his body, trying. Devlon Kristensen wore a prosthetic foot, and Jerry Henniger was the other man in a wheelchair. The Hispanic with a prosthetic leg was named Ramon Gomez.After introductions, Matt Boswell grinned and said, "As troops go, we might appear used up, Mr. Stanley, but we'll do the job for you. You won't catch one of us asleep, drunk, or drugged up on the job, and we're all experts with a pistol."I looked at Flint and said, "We've got a problem. No handicapped facilities." They're planned in the.