Shredder - part II - Sex Stories

Shredder - part II

... relief, expecting a beating, ‘til she undid his foot and pulled it far to one side and clicked the shackle to a small post on the side of the stall, looping a rope around his other foot, dragging it the other way and tied it to a hinge. “Feeling a little vulnerable Eddie? How’s your ass Eddie?” she asked mockingly, “Ready for this?” she asked as she rammed the end of the shovel handle into his butt, greased with the thick goo they used to clean harnesses and saddles when there were horses here. The pain was unbearable and he screamed as she gave him a foot of wooden handle, fucking his ass roughly. “Feels so nice doesn’t it Eddie? I enjoyed it like this too, you piece of shit. I think you need more of a lesson though.” He caught a glimpse of her tossing the shovel aside, then shoving a garden hose in his torn asshole, heard the squeak as she turned the tap and cold rusty water began to fill his insides rapidly. He could feel pressure build and then she shut off the water, pulled the hose out, plugging his ass with a thick stick. “Now, since you’re never going to fuck again anyway, it’s time to lower that testosterone level of yours and turn you into a gelding...” He felt her grab his testicle and pull it down. He heard, rather than felt the sudden ‘snick’ as the razor sharp gelding blade cut off his left ball, and a second later she pulled down his right one and quickly, sliced off his other testicle. “Now nutless asshole, we had to do another thing to the bulls after this ...

... part,” she said, “I’m improvising here... besides, we never had a bull or horse with such little balls anyhow...” He felt and smelled the searing red hot steel as she pressed it to his bleeding crotch, cauterizing it sealed where his nuts used to hang. He screamed again as she touched another place that was still bleeding. “There! All gone. Now you’re a dickless, nutless shit-head, as well as being spineless.” She unlocked the shackle on his leg, released the rope tying the other side, and fastened his feet together again. As she released the rope holding the handcuffs, he straightened up, felt the chunk of rake handle still stuck up his ass, and the pressure of several gallons of water pressing down inside, trying to get out. “Walk outside the door,” she commanded, “slow. Turn to the right and go behind the barn, then stop.” Eddie did as she ordered, shuffling to not hurt his crotch more, “now squat and shit you useless dog!” she barked. He tried to bend and his freshly emasculated body rebelled. She grasped the loop around his neck and forced him to squat. The bending made it hurt and he let out a loud gasp of pain as he pushed against the stick. It flew free, tearing his sphincter muscle as it left, followed by the torrent of water and dissolved shit. The stench was overwhelming and he felt his guts being ripped out. “Good!” she exclaimed, “that empties you for a few days which works for me because I have to be gone for three or four days before I can come back and check on ...