The Ghost Network: Oh, Brother Part II

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This is the 'secret' continuation of The Ghost Network: Oh, Brother! The link to this was actually in the HTML of the original post. Congratulations to the handful of people who found it ;) (You may want to reread the first part since this just jumps right into the action)

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After having endured brutal castrations from Ghost, twins Liam and Noah were mysteriously deposited in the desert outside Las Vegas. The two passed out hunks lay in the sand for several hours until they were found by hikers. The twins were wearing only a pair of shorts, sprawled out in the shade of a flashy beach umbrella. In fact it was the umbrella that had caught the hiker's attention in the first place.

There were bottles of water and a map with detailed directions to get back to the safety of the glittering city tucked under Liam's arm. It was a peculiar amount of care considering they had been literally a single button press from being slaughtered.

As soon as they were awake, Liam and Noah frantically dove their hands into their shorts, desperate to see if it had all been a dream or a sick illusion. It was neither. Both of their crotches were smooth, their battered sacks removed leaving only an expertly done row of stitches. The confused hikers introduced themselves as Greg and Cole and  were horrified by the twin's story as they made their way out of the desert. 

"We're parked over here," Cole gestured toward the horizon.

As they reached the road, Noah felt a piece of paper in his pocket and pulled out a hand scrawled note that made his blood go cold. He grabbed Liam to halt his progress and the two hikers, two muscled, tanned blondes, looked at them mischievously. The note read:

"Thanks for playing. Hope you're ready for the next round - Ghost"

Under the terse message was a crude doodle of two penises with red x's drawn over them. Liam and Noah looked at the hikers and screamed.

"Oh, none of that now," came Cole as he lunged at Noah.

"Run, Liam!" 

Noah screamed as the strong but exhausted and traumatized twins were quickly overpowered by Greg and Cole. The handsome black haired studs were tossed into the back of the hikers' truck which nonchalantly pulled away.

Liam and Noah exhausted themselves from screaming and struggling in the back of Greg and Cole's truck. They could hear traffic passing by but they had been tied up and covered in a heavy tarp with some kind of heavy objects thrown on top, preventing them for signaling for help. Gradually the sounds of traffic disappeared until the truck turned down a bumpy road. The twins had been driven to the literal middle of nowhere.

The truck turned off and Liam and Noah could here the two front doors open and close. They could hear Greg and Cole speaking excitedly outside, at times raising their voices, but couldn't make out what they were saying. 

"Noah, as soon as there's an opening I need you to run, okay?" Liam pleaded.

Noah shook his head.

"Not without you, no way,"

Liam was about to plead with his brother when suddenly the truck doors opened again, the tarp was lifted and Cole and Greg dragged the trapped twins out of the vehicle kicking and screaming. Cole and Greg were two blondes who appeared to be the same age as the brothers, and in similarly good shape, but there really was not a contest. Liam and Noah were so shocked, exhausted and frightened that their clumsy attempts to escape were yielding no results. Cole, took Liam by the arm and Greg took Noah and the two blondes effortlessly dragged the twins into a large shed next to a secluded ranch style house.

Noah was surprised that the sun had already set and he could see his breath in the chilly night air. For a second he was almost awestruck by the moonlit desert landscape before being instantly snapped back to reality by a sharp punch to the side. Noah's breath was knocked out of him as another fist found his solar plexus.

"Dude, cut it out!" Cole yelled at his friend.

As Liam and Noah were roughly led into the middle of the shed, Liam picked up on the fact that Cole seemed much more nervous than the clearly sadistic Greg and was plotting out ways to use it to his advantage. The shed was barely higher than the four young men's height but in the middle was a sole support column which Liam and Noah were promptly tied to, their muscular backs facing each other separated only by the wooden beam. The twins' hands were bound helplessly in front of them and their legs and torsos were tied tightly to the beam.

Noah yelped as Greg tightened the restraints on his wrists so tightly his hands immediately started to turn pale and tingly.

"Not so tight!" Cole gestured and Greg begrudgingly loosened the rope. 

As soon as the twins were secured, Greg made a fist and before Cole could react slammed it into Noah's face. Noah futility tried to raise his hands to protect himself but it was no use and he felt like his nose had been broken by the blow. 

Cole looked like he was going to become physically ill as he grabbed Greg's arm and held it back before he could deliver another blow. Cole looked at Noah with a weird mix of sympathy, lust and panic.

"You didn't need to do that," Cole scolded. 

Greg scoffed as he pulled his arm free. Noah braced himself for another punch but instead, felt Greg reach into his shorts and grab the base of his cock and squeeze. Hard. Noah yodeled as Greg twisted and pulled at his fat cock which - despite the situation - was starting to swell up from the sensation of the handsome blonde's calloused hands on his rod. Cole looked slightly panicked as he let Greg pull and stretch the yowling Noah's cock for nearly five minutes. Liam couldn't see what was happening but could hear his brother screaming and felt him writhing against the support beam and he instinctively started crying and begging Greg to stop.

"Okay, okay, that's enough!" 

Greg snarled at Cole as he released Noah's cock, wiping his precum covered hand against his pants. 

"Alright, but let's at least see what we're working with,"

Greg grabbed Noah's shorts with both hands and ripped them to shreds, grunting like an animal. The unbridled violence made Noah's ripped body go rigid with terror. The grunting hunk made quick work of Noah's last shred of clothing, letting his semi-hard, thick cock flop freely over the smooth patch of skin that used to house his scrotum.

On the contrary, Cole had gently pulled Liam's shorts down to his bound ankles. Like his twin, Liam's cock lay lazily over his castration stiches. When he was done, Cole stood and faced Liam, looking intensely into his eyes. Liam was pleading with the seemingly more reasonable kidnapper to not hurt them. Cole's lip quivered like he was going to speak, but he only swallowed and walked around to join Greg standing in front of Noah.

Greg pulled a small bottle of lubricant out of his pocket and held it up.

"You're favorite, isn't it, Noah?"

Noah's blood ran cold. The bottle Greg was holding was indeed Noah's preferred brand of lube. How long had Ghost been stalking him, Noah thought as the true scope of the conspiracy became clear.

"P-p-p-please. Don't hurt me..." Noah barely got out. 

He was hyperventilating in terror as Greg squirted a generous amount of the sticky liquid into his hand and grasped Noah's cock gently. Within minutes, Noah's cock was at its full nine inch, steely hardness - his fuck stick totally ignoring its owner's terror as it focused on the handsome muscle stud stroking it off. The sensation of having his cock stroked felt alien without the tugging sensation of his heavy-nuts being pulled along too, but Noah's cock didn't seem to mind and was continuing to leak pre all over Greg's slimy hand.

"Oh man, these guys are hot, aren't they Cole?" 

Greg was smiling, the bulge in his jeans making it clear he was thoroughly enjoying playing with Noah's cock. Cole nodded as he started to stroke off Liam. Noah's moans were occasionally cut in by screams as Greg twisted or tugged at Noah's cock, but Cole was being much more tender with Liam's matching nine incher.

"Does that feel good?"

Cole asked licking his lips, seemingly genuinely interested in whether or not Liam - despite everything - was enjoying himself. Without thinking, Liam's cock took control of the verbal part of his brain and he breathlessly moaned 'slower'. Cole nodded and slowed down, expertly stroking Liam's throbbing cock with both hands, milking the black haired stud like a cow. Even though Liam and Noah's cocks were identical, Liam's was harder and noticeably more engorged, helped no doubt by the fact he was receiving a legitimately good hand job from Cole whilst his twin brother was having his treated like a stress ball. By now, Greg wasn't even stroking Noah, just squeezing and twisting and pulling.

Cole tried to ignored Noah's screams as he worked over his own hot twin, but finally he couldn't take it.

"Dude! Cut it out! You're hurting him!"

Greg looked puzzled by his friend's outburst.

"Umm, that's the point, bro."

Noah wailed as Greg took his cock in both hands and pulled as hard as he could.

"Greg!" 

Cole let go Liam's cock and again looked like he was going to be sick.

"Cole..." 

Greg released Noah's cock and walked over to Cole, grabbing him by the arm and dragging him to the other side of the shed. The two were clearly arguing but were carefully keeping their voices down so that the twins couldn't hear. After nearly a minute they returned, Cole facing Liam and Greg facing Noah.

"So, here's the deal..." Greg started, his cold eyes piercing into Noah's.

Greg gave a very brief primer of what the Ghost Network was, and Noah and Liam recoiled at the prospect that countless thousands pooled their collective resources to stalk, kidnap and torture unsuspecting men.  Greg, not bothered by the intense judgement the brother's were casting on him and Cole, explained that he and his friend Cole had been fans of the Ghost Network for years and had watched every show, getting off over and over as stud after stud lost his junk in ridiculously gory ways. The show Liam and Noah had been unlucky to be a part of was called 'Oh Brother' and featured three sets of brothers Ghost - and presumably a network of others - had stalked out and chosen specifically for the event. Encoded in the datastream were coordinates where viewers could go to claim a special reward, assuming any of the contestants made it out alive. Cole had cracked the code and he and Greg had fetched them in the Nevada desert mere minutes after they had been dropped off.

"We never had a chance, did we?" Liam sighed, looking at Cole pleadingly as a lone tear ran down his cheek

"Ghost implied that whoever found you could have our way with you and finish what he started, but we'd have to make sure to get rid of the evidence. But my buddy here is having second thoughts," 

Greg rolled his eyes at Cole. Noah and Liam's hearts both sank in their chests. 'Get rid of the evidence' didn't bode well for their odds of getting out of the shed alive, let alone with their cocks intact.

"No! No! Cole please! Cole, don't!" Liam pleaded frantically.

 

"Cole! Man, don't do it! Please!" Noah chimed in.

The brothers, sensing that Cole might still be somewhat reasonable, pleaded and begged.

"We - we're about the same age, right?" Liam prodded.

Cole nodded.

"Then imagine being me right now, man. I'm so young, dude, come on. I'm so fucking scared right now. Please! Please help me! Please!" 

Greg ignored this naked appeal to his nonexistent humanity and grasped the base of Noah's cock with both hands. Squeezing firmly he started pulling forward as hard as he could. Noah's pleas were stopped in his throat, replaced by a blood curling scream. The strong blonde was applying every ounce of strength into ripping off Noah's cock and was pulling his body back and walking backward to apply more and more pressure to the connective tissue's keeping Noah's cock attached to his body.

"Pleeeeeeease!" Noah screamed.

Liam could tell Cole was growing increasingly uncomfortable with the situation. Watching guys get neutered - or even killed in some cases - was hot when it was just an image on a video panel. Cole could justify it as being no more visually disturbing as watching a gory special effect or reading a particularly gruesome ball busting story. But in real life, Noah's desperate screams were tugging at the youngman's heart strings in a way that not even the highest fidelity stereo system could convey. And watching Noah struggle in genuine panic in person was orders of magnitude more chilling than anything Cole had ever passively watched on the Ghost Network.

"Dude I can't!"

Cole stepped back from Liam.

"Fine, more cocks for me!" Greg sneered. 

Noah was letting out a high pitched, continuous squeal as the internal connections keeping his rock hard cock attached to his crotch were starting to tear. The relatively tiny ruptures felt - and sounded -like his entire dick was being ripped off his body. Greg had stretched Noah's cock out an astounding four inches, making it nearly thirteen inches long and the pressure on his base was unbearable.

"Greg, stop! Stop! Stop!"  Cole cried out.

Noah screamed bloody murder as trickles of blood started to appear at the base of his cock. Greg was putting everything he had into ripping the steely pole right off Noah's toned body and his efforts were paying off. He wasn't just tugging, he was alternating between quick, jerking pulls and long, torturous tugs. At once point, Greg placed a hand on Noah's pec using the twin's own hot body as leverage as he ripped his cock off.

Cole was horrified. The prospect of ruining Liam and Noah had seemed so incredibly hot, especially after he had watched both of their sacks get destroyed in high definition - but now that he was actually watching - and hearing - it was anything but hot.

"Greg! That's enough man,"

Cole placed his hand on Greg's shoulder but the increasingly deranged young man only brushed it away before returning both hands to the task. Noah wailed as he felt his dick being pulled away. Liam was screaming, begging for Cole to do something.

More tissues tore at the base of Noah's cock. It wouldn't be very long, Greg thought.

"Noooooo!!"

RIIIIIIIIIIIIIPPP

Cole turned away and vomited as an absolutely disgusting wet tearing sound marked the end of Noah's fucking days. Greg fell backward, holding Noah's still-hard cock aloft and smiling wickedly. Without even touching himself, his cock spewed a massive load into his jeans as he replayed the final moments of Noah's cock in his head. The sensation was even more hot than he had imagined and Greg knew he had bate fuel for life.

Unlike the sterile and well-prepared white rooms Ghost used, the shed had no medical supplies that could be rushed into use when the proverbial cameras were turned off. Not like Greg would use them if they were available. Noah was screaming and writhing as the gaping wound in his crotch bled down his toned legs. Cole pulled off his shirt and pressed it against the hole where Noah's penis used to be.

After his orgasm had subsided, Greg stood up and threw Noah's cock on the ground, stomping on its head and causing most of its insides to spew out of the base.

"What's happening!" Liam cried out.

He couldn't see what had happened but could tell by the sounds it wasn't good.

"He's bleeding out, man!" Cole shouted in hysterics.

"Noah! Noah, no!" Liam hysterically pulled at his bounds.

"Greg! He's gonna' die! Untie him, man, hurry!" Cole pleaded.

Greg only laughed as he continued to stomp Noah's disembodied cock until it was nothing but a stain on the floor. The fantasy was clearly hotter to Cole than the blood spurting, sickening reality of actually doing it. He started to feel genuinely terrible he had ever decoded the clue to find the twins in in the first place.

As Cole desperately tried to save Noah, Greg sauntered over to Liam and grabbed his dick at the base. Noah was starting to lose consciousness.

"Greg! Help me!" Cole screamed.

Noah's body suddenly went limp. And cold.

Even though Liam's screams were filling the shed, they seemed like distant echoes to Cole whose entire field of vision became Noah's lifeless face.

"Bu-bu-buddy? You okay, Noah?" Cole's voice was shaking.

Cole slapped Noah on the side of the face as if trying to wake him up from a nap.  There was no response. In his fantasy, Cole had imagined he and Greg finding the hot twins, messing with their cocks and then letting them go, or possibly even hooking up with them. Although the reality of what actually happens when you tear off a piece of someone's body should have been obvious, Cole was completely unprepared. 

He'd crossed the Rubicon.

"Noah? Dude, wake up! Please wake up!" Cole was sobbing as he shook Noah.

Meanwhile Greg continued to twist, pull and yank on Liam's failing cock.

"Greg...I think he's... I think we.."

Cole was overwhelmed and fainted, his head landing in the gooey, fibrous pile that used to be Noah's cock. Greg only looked at his passed out buddy and laughed, not stopping his task of giving Liam a painful penectomy. Liam's cock was stretched and tugged, every connective tissue stretched to its limits for nearly a half an hour until...

RIIIIIIIIIIII-SPLOTCH--IIIP

Liam felt an indescribable sadness and agony as his fat cock collapsed in Greg's hands. Greg had been holding the crushed tube with both hands, leaning backward and squeezing and nearly creamed again when he felt his hands instantly compress, crushing every tube in Liam's cock like he was expelling a giant tube of toothpaste.

Liam begged and pleaded for help as he felt himself fade away but unlike Cole, Greg didn't even try to help. He walked over to Cole, who was laying on his back with his legs spread. Totally defenseless.

"Wakey, wakey!"

Greg hurled Liam's cock down on Cody's face where it landed with a splat. Cody moaned as he slowly stirred, instinctively trying to wipe his face and recoiling in horror as he felt the husk of flesh. He jumped to his feet in panic, Liam's cock landing in front of him.

"Okay, time to hide the evidence."

Greg tossed a still shocked Cole a shovel and motioned toward the two lifeless twins. Cole dry heaved and sobbed as he untied Noah and helped Greg carry him outside. Just then, both of the captors' cell phones chirped and Greg nearly dropped Noah's upper half as he fetched for his phone. Greg's eyes lit up even as Cole continued to drown in utter disbelief.

"Dude, another show is starting in an hour! Holy fuck! We gotta' hurry!"

Cole pulled his phone out of his pocket and threw it to the ground. Greg looked at him confused. As Noah's clammy legs weighed heavy in Cole's arms, he promised himself he would keep his ball busting and cock torture strictly in the fantasy realm from now on, if even that. He couldn't bring himself to keep his eyes open as he helped carry out Noah's body.

Greg silently observed his buddy's behavior and knew what had just happened. The Ghost Network has just lost a viewer, but had gained a potential model, Greg thought, as he smiled evilly, eyeing Cole's tight, muscular body and sizable bulge.

Cole had no clue his best bud was now imagining his nuts being blown apart, but unlike Cole, Greg had no qualms in making it a reality. Greg made a mental note to send the appropriate encrypted message to Ghost as soon as Liam and Noah were taken care of.

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