Seth Gets Revenge

This is part two of 'Seth Gets Nailed' which can be found here.

Seth’s gleaming Prius was strikingly out of place as it glided through the battered and run down Riverview Park neighborhood.  He was leaning back quite far in his seat as if somehow hoping his low profile would make the car less conspicuous, a look of fierce concentration etched across his aged, yet still boyish face.

“You have reached your destination,” the car’s computer voice announced as he approached one of the non-descript brick apartment buildings.

Seth parked the car and scratched his thick black goatee while he waited, replaying the story of how he had ended up — a ‘good kid’ from the suburbs — stalking someone he barely knew in the heart of the City’s roughest neighborhood.

It had been nearly four years since his testicles had been brutally crushed in a gangland revenge beating that had actually been intended for his best friend at the time, Josh Kennedy.  The incident shocked his otherwise quiet part of town, but with Josh feigning ignorance of the motive, and Seth’s shell shocked memory of no use to the investigation, the attention of the public — and the police — quickly turned to other matters.  Josh, for his part, left the City a year later claiming he had found an ‘honest’ job in Covington, but the fact that Josh abruptly cut off contact with his former best friend lead Seth to believe he had only spiraled further into the seedy life that had led to Seth’s emasculation in the first place.

Even now, the initial weeks and months after having his balls crushed one at a time with a hammer were a horrific blur. Antibiotics kept him from getting any serious infections. Hormone treatments kept his voice from cracking and his body running smoothly.  Insurance kept him financially aloft until he was well enough to return to work and modest, silicone implants tucked into his masterfully reconstructed scrotum made him look physically normal.   He had taken to the gym, at first just as a way to vent frustration, and then to maintain the surprisingly rippled, filled out body that had emerged from his once lanky, ’skater boy’ frame. Seth had no idea he was a late-blooming jock.  He gradually gave up skating, let his facial hair grow out and started dressing and carrying himself like the refined twenty-six year old he was.  Indeed, for all intents and purposes, Seth’s life after the attack was surprisingly normal. But his now much more conservative lifestyle disguised an arguably unhealthy, primal anger that constantly bubbled just beneath his surface.

Virtually every day for two years he would come home, change out of his office attire, and head out into the streets gathering information and following up on leads until one day, while he was in a seedy pool hall his underworld investigation had lead him to, he joked along with one of his ‘friends’ about the time someone named Ryung Kim cracked a guy’s walnuts with a hammer.  Seth laughed along, the stranger unaware he had just given Seth the final piece of information he needed.  The rest of the task of tracking Ryung down was relatively easy…

An hour passed, the sun just beginning to set among the canyons of the housing project towers and Seth was about to abort his mission when he suddenly sat bolt upright in his seat.  Rounding the corner was his target, Ryung, an athletic Korean man who now looked to be in his early thirties.  Ryung’s jet black hair was traditionally styled and he was wearing a white dress shirt and slacks, the small bright yellow name tag from a local electronic store over his right breast.  Despite crows’ feet and stress wrinkles that aged him beyond his years, Ryung was still quite handsome, though it was apparent even through his ill fitting uniform that his body had softened considerably from the last time Seth had seen him as a sculpted, muscular jock.

“Got’ya,”  Seth grinned to himself as he carefully watched Ryung who was smiling to himself, unaware of the danger lurking just across the street.

Seth strained his eyes to see which mailbox Ryung checked once he entered the lobby and committed the number to memory.  He also noted the time before driving off.  Seth did this several more nights, taking careful observation of Ryung’s movements and timing and, as Seth predicted, his movements were quite predictable. Home by eight every night, except Friday when he arrived on the last bus at two A.M, the streets practically deserted.  Several Fridays later Seth slipped into the apartment tower after having buzzed every door claiming to be a delivery boy.  He made his way to Ryung’s ground floor apartment which — to his welcome surprise — was unlocked. Seth sneered and rolled his eyes at Ryung’s apparent arrogance and let himself inside.  He set down his small knapsack and began exploring the apartment.

Despite the patch work furniture and mismatch wall hangings, the apartment was surprisingly well kept.  Seth brazenly explored the bedroom and the medicine cabinet to look for any clues Ryung didn’t live alone — a woman’s dress hanging or a makeup compact.  He found none.  A lone curdled jug of milk and a half eaten sandwich in the fridge verified Seth’s suspicions Ryung was a bachelor, which was great since Seth didn’t want anyone spoiling their reunion.  By the looks of it, Ryung had at least - on the surface - left his gang life behind, though there were subtle reminders; A hand gun tucked under the bed — which Seth pocketed — and a photo on the dresser of a teenage Ryung and another Korean jock, a platinum blonde man, smiling.  Seth instantly recognized the blonde and spat on the picture in disgust.  Ironically, sitting dusty and forgotten in a closet was a white X-Frye skateboard, the model now several generations out of date, with a broken front axle.  

Out of a strange sense of nostalgia, Seth picked up the skateboard, still surprised by how light it felt, and ran a finger through the dust… his musings interrupted as he heard the apartment door starting to open.

CRACK!

Before Ryung had even fully stepped into the apartment, Seth sent the light – yet painfully solid – skateboard crashing into the side of his head.  Ryung, stunned, stumbled backwards before being forcefully pulled into the apartment, the door being slammed behind him. 

At just over six foot one, Ryung was taller than Seth, but his muscles had softened considerably as he had settled into his middle age physique.  Now, unlike that night in the forest, Seth’s tight muscular build was an even match against the Korean electronics store clerk. Seth also had the element of surprise.

The two struggled fiercely for several minutes, Ryung thinking he had stumbled upon a run of the mill robbery attempt, before Seth gained a decisive upper hand. When Ryung was down trying to gain his bearings, Seth beat Ryung in the head with a statuette to the point of making Ryung black out.  Seth reached for his knap sack and got to work…

When he came to, Ryung was shocked to find that he was standing, his legs spread apart shackled to a door frame on the other side of the apartment, facing the front door. His hands were tied overhead, leaving him totally defenseless. When he tried to call for help he realized he had been tightly muzzled. Even breathing was difficult…

Ryung pleaded through his gag, tears streamed from his blackened eyes down his bloodied face. Around him, apartment was in a shambles. Bookshelves and tables had been overturned in the struggle; a lamp lay strewn in pieces across the living room floor.

The whole attack had happened so fast and had been so brutally efficient; Ryung was still in a state of shock by it all.  He wouldn’t have believed his attacker was the same person he had handedly beaten and castrated just a few years prior.

“Ah, you’re awake,” came Seth, his voice dripping with hatred.

Ryung was confused by the tone of familiarity his attacker was taking.  He attempted to scream, but only a muffled sound came out.

Seth stood directly in front of Ryung for what seemed like several minutes without saying a word. Seth was surprised, and slightly disturbed, at how much he enjoying watching Ryung as he writhed and struggled against his constraints. Finally, Seth spoke,

“So you really don’t remember me, do you?”

Ryung looked at Seth quizzically.

“That’s right, think really hard, douche bag.  Patriots Park, 2012.  It was in all the papers.”

Ryung, still struggling, only gave Seth a look of blank confusion.  “My God,” Seth thought to himself.  Most people would vividly remember the face of someone whose balls they turned to jelly with a hammer, but here was Ryung seemingly unable to recall him.  Did Ryung mutilate so many guys for fun during his younger heyday that Seth was literally just another face in the crowd?

Seth gave the Korean several more seconds to register who he was before tiring of his stupidity.  He raised his knee twice with crushing force into Ryung’s exposed crotch. Ryung gagged and would have doubled over had he not been tied to his spot.

Seth wasn’t gay, but even he had to admire the impressive bulge in Ryung’s dress pants.

“I bet you it was these are some donkey balls.”  Seth  said as he rubbed the bulge in Ryung’s slacks softly, licking his lips at the prospect at what he was about to do next, “I’ve always wanted to pop donkey nuts.” He finished the last part whispering softly in Ryung’s ear.

To Seth’ disgust, and Ryung’ surprise, Ryung’s cock was starting to stir, its stiffening outline snaking down the thigh of his jeans.

“So you like it when I touch you?”

Ryung whimpered pathetically…

WHAM!

Seth balled his fist and power drove it into the tempting bulge a dozen times. Each time he could feel the huge balls underneath flattening against Ryung’s pelvis. This succeeded in causing Ryung’s cock to again go flaccid. Ryung’s face was turning beet red and tears of agony were streaming down his face. His balls were as sensitive as they were large and Seth’ pounding had launched him into a world of hurt.

Seth stepped away and gave a heaving Ryung a few minutes to recover. He disappeared and loudly rifled through Ryung’s room, yelling ‘Aha!’ at something he found.  Seth returned to a look of wide eyed horror on Ryung’s face, who was screamed so loudly that he was almost audible over the gag. His body thrashed violently, but he was still held tightly to the door frame. Seth was carrying a baseball bat, patting it against his hand and was licking his lips as he approached Ryung.

Ryung was still totally unaware who Seth was, but knew full well what was about to happen and gave Seth a pleading look. The bat sailed through the air with a whoosh, stopping just inches from the hulking bulge in Ryung’s jeans.

Seth looked at the fear and anticipation in Ryung’s eyes and laughed.

“Just wanting to get my aim lined up…”

The bat was swung three more times, each time flying through the air with breakneck speed only to stop just before destroying Ryung’ nuts. Each time Ryung’s abs would contract in anticipation, his now sweat-soaked dress shirt clung to his barely defined six pack abs.

Seth put the bat down and stepped up to Ryung. Ryung assumed he was in for another knee…

CRUNCH! CRUNCH! CRUNCH!

Seth’s knee slammed into the helpless man’s crotch so hard that his knee cap actually hurt from the impact with Ryung’s pelvic bone. The poor trapped testicles between his knee and the bone were certainly being totally crushed.

Ryung thought he was going to pass out. His vision was blurry. He was begging through the gag, but no sound was escaping. Seth grabbed for Ryung’s neck — Ryung thought he was about to be strangled — but instead Seth grabbed the neck of the shirt and ripped it off with a quick pull of his hands. Ryung’s chest was heaving heavily, drenched in sweat.

“Oh, you’ve let yourself go, haven’t you?”

In Seth’s nightmares, Ryung’s body was still Adonis-like, muscular perfection.  But in reality, Ryung now had a slight gut, though hints of his former musculature were still apparent.  The muscles he did have in his arms and shoulders were still well defined but, as his predicament showed, no longer a match for Seth.  He was tan and his totally hairless torso made him look much younger below the neck than above.

“You should’ve stayed at the gym. I almost feel bad for beating your pudgy ass down,”

Seth picked up the bat and took a batting stance.

“Almost…”

WHOOSH! WHACK! The bat sailed through the air, only this time it didn’t stop before colliding with 

Ryung’s balls. Ryung’ eyes bugged out and his face turned beet red.

“…Too bad you didn’t show me…”

WHOOSH! CRACK!

“…any mercy when…”

WHOOSH! CRACK!

“….you had the chance!”

WHOOSH! CRUNCH!

Seth slammed the bat into Ryung’ crotch like he was hitting a piñata he desperately wanted to explode open. He was sure he was inflicting permanent damage to the now swollen bulge, but he didn’t care.

Ryung thought he was going to be sick and longed for the released of passing out again.

Seth threw the bat down with a clang and again reached for Ryung’s crotch with his hands. He roughly fondled the truly enormous balls through his slacks, kneading them like dough. Ryung’s head rolled in agony at the assault.

“Let’s get these off,” Seth slowly unzipped Ryung’s pants and pulled them and his boxer shorts to his ankles.

Seth licked his lips and felt his own cock stir at the sight, aroused by the total domination he had over Ryung. Although they were beaten purplish black, Ryung’ balls still dripped of raw masculinity. They were by far the largest Seth had ever seen, even including the monstrously large equipment highlighted in porn. They hung down several inches like fleshy lemons.

“You really are hung like a donkey,”

Seth grabbed Ryung’s left nut with both hands and squeezed. Ryung writhed in agony as Seth began pulling his clenched hands in opposite directions; he was trying to literally rip his ball apart with his bare hands!

Ryung screamed and pleaded while he desperately tried to break his restraints, but this only seemed to make Seth more determined to crush his nut. Although it was being assaulted more than most guys’ nuts could have tolerated, Ryung’s rock hard nut stayed totally firm for the ten minutes Seth crushed and pulled it.

Seth let the heavy testicle fall out of his hand and Ryung was relieved that he didn’t immediately reach for the right nut.

Instead, Seth silently fetched something out of his knapsack. Ryung was too dazed to realize at first what it was. Seth wrapped something, like a string, around the base of Ryung’s package. He then ran the length of string across the apartment, stopping at the coffee table to run the wire around one of its legs like a gear, and then tied it to the apartment door. The string around Ryung’s cock and balls was taught… too taught. Ryung’s looked down in horror to see a thin trickle of blood at the base of his huge balls; the chord was cutting into his skin!

Ryung went to struggle but this only seemed to make the wire tighten, further cutting into the base of his cock.

“I wouldn’t move if I were you. See this wire is looped so that it’ll close the loop around your worthless junk as soon as someone opens the apartment door.”

Ryung cried and struggled, but this only caused the wire to bite more and more into his skin.

“Ya’ see. Any minute now the police are going to come storming into this apartment.”

Seth ignored Ryung’s muffled screams as pulled out the stolen gun which was still firmly in his back pocket.  In the confusion Ryung hadn’t noticed it and, upon seeing it, sprayed the floor in front of him with piss as he renewed his struggles in earnest – only stopping when the wire made a particularly deep slice into the base of his right nut.

Ryung pleaded through his gag as Seth rose the gun’s barrel to his chest.  Seth could feel the barrel vibrate with each beat of Ryung’s panic-stricken heart, and for a moment he felt his finger twitch on the trigger….  tears were streaming down Ryung’s face as he no doubt was watching his pathetic life flashing before his eyes.  Seth couldn’t believe how totally he had transformed from that helpless skater boy in the woods.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Ryung cried out and clenched his eyes as Seth pulled the trigger three times in rapid succession.  Seth had turned the gun and fired aimlessly into the ground some distance away. 

BOOM! BOOOM!

Seth fired twice more bullets, blatantly not aiming for the helpless Ryung who was now looking on in confusion.  Seth gave Ryung a telling shit-face grin.

“I wonder how long before…” 

A wail of sirens pierced the night air.  Even in this neighborhood the police response to a shooting was nearly instantaneous.  Ryung struggled against his restraints, causing the chord to dig further into the base of his sack, as he listened to frantic footsteps in the apartment hallway.  Raised voices of frightened neighbors and police officers could be heard just outside Ryung’s door..

BOOM!

Seth fired the gun once more and threw it aside.

“Help! In here!” he screamed at the top of his lungs, not even trying to disguise his voice. 

“This is the police! Open the door!”  A voice boomed from the other side of apartment door.

Seth grinned in evil self satisfaction “Well, that’s my cue,” he said, walking up to the trapped Korean stud and giving his balls one last, mockingly light squeeze before fleeing out the bedroom window.

Meanwhile, Ryung was screaming and begging through his gag, trying to warn the police not to come in, but any sounds that came through his gags only sounded like a muffled cry which ironically only piqued the officers’ attention more.

“We are entering the apartment,” the voice boomed as the apartment doorknob began to turn.

Ryung glanced around, frantically trying to device a way out of his situation… he was screaming, trying to warn the police not to open the door, but only unintelligible muffled noise came out. Ryung looked on in horror as the door knob turned and the door began to open…

He let out an agonized scream as the wire began to cut through the base of his cock. The door opened further, by now the wire was almost totally though the base of his once proud cock…

Ryung writhed, which only quickened the end… The door kept opening, the policeman oblivious to the damage he was causing. Everything played out in slow motion for Ryung. The wire tore deeper and deeper into the base of his scrotum and cock, closing the loop. It wouldn’t be long now…

“Holy shit!” a young looking policeman screamed when the door was fully opened.

The officer and Ryung made eye contact just as the loop closed completely and Ryung’s entire sexual package was severed cleanly off. The officer stood in muted horror, too shocked to even react at first, and watched as the heavy sex organs landed with a wet plop on the apartment floor.

“We need a bus!” the officer shouted frantically as he raced to the writhing victim.

The officer pulled off his own shirt and jammed it into the hole in Ryung’s crotch to stop the bleeding, inadvertently stomping on Ryung’s severed testicles as he did so. Another officer entered, stunned by the scene and raced toward the rookie and the mutilated civilian.

SPLAT!

The second officer looked down to see that he had stomped on the man’s huge balls, only this time the right nut was totally flattened. He thought we was going to be sick as he lifted his boot, a thick trail of goop still attached to the floor.

Emergency responders came within minutes and found the dazed officers attempting to aid Ryung on the couch. As they wheeled the stretcher into the street, which was now abuzz with gawking neighbors, one of the paramedics shouted to another “Go back, see if there’s anything left to reattach.”

A heavy set blond paramedic stomped back into the apartment, the floor where Ryung had been tied was a bloody mess. There didn’t look to be…

SPLAT! SPLOSH!

The paramedic looked down in horror as he realized that in his haste he had just totally crushed the remains of Ryung’s nuts under his boot. Ryung’s last whole testicle and his cock exploded like water balloons under the heavy paramedic’s foot, instantly crushed beyond recognition. The paramedic stood frozen for several moments, lifting his foot slowly to reveal the mutilated mess underneath.

“There’s nothing left to reattach, sir,” he reported as he came back onto the street.

No one paid attention as Seth slipped away from the commotion outside the apartment block and rounded the corner.  As he entered his car, he pressed the voice command button — his hands still bruised from the fight — and gave the car a new destination address.

“This is a new address. Would you like to save this destination?”  The car’s computer voice asked cheerily.

Seth paused, “Yes.  Save as Josh’s House.” he replied.

There was beep as the computer began reciting driving directions, a look of fierce determination on Seth’s face as he pulled off.