He slowly walked over to the door opening, then charged me like a line backer. He tried to tackle me by ramming his head into my stomach while grabbing my legs. I grabbed one of his ears and twisted the shit out of it. He fell to his knees as I was physically trying to rip it off his head, and as he screamed, he was grabbing my arm to relieve the pain. Without hesitating I pulled him kicking and screaming by his ear into the cage.
I released his ear and slammed the door shut. “If your mama had disciplined you like that, you might not have turned out to be such a piece of shit.”
He looked at me with hate as he rubbed his ear.
I locked the door. “Where is that sorry bitch anyway? I heard through the grapevine that she left you when you were a kid because you were as much of a fuck-up then as you are now.”
He became instantly angry, and after he grabbed the bars on each side of him he started violently shaking the cage as he yelled out he was going to kill me. While the knob goblin acted like Jo Jo the circus clown, I went and grabbed a fishing rod and a bag of three pronged hooks.
When he saw me with the gear, he became angrier. “Ew utherucker! What the uck! I know ew ain’t going ishing after all da ucked up shit ew’ve done! Ew cut my dick off ew ucking cockucker! Ew’re gonna get ers! Ew wait and see!”
I set the fishing gear down by a chair, then walked up to the cage. “You’re too much of a pussy to be the one to give me mine. You must think your sorry ass father is going to bail you out of this one as well.”
“Ew have no idea who ew’re ucking with! Even if ew kill me my old man will ucking ill ew! He has connessions! Ew won’t be able to hide what ew ucking done. He will find out what ew did to me! Ya gonna ucking get it ew ick wisted uck!”
While the mouthy prick ran his lips, I went and grabbed a camcorder and tripod, which I set up next to the cage.
“What da uck ew doing?”
I aimed the camera at him. “He won’t need his connections. I’ll help him out by sending him this tape so he can see how much fun his dickless son is having.”
“Pay ack is going to be brutal for what ew’ve done! I’m oing to rip ew eyes out and kull uck ew utherucker!”
I reached through the bars and grabbed him by the back of the neck and slammed his face into the bars. “You don’t know when to shut the fuck up do you? Skull fuck me? With what, moron? And one other thing, you don’t need to be concerned about what I have done to you.”
I shoved his head back and went and sat in the chair where I had left the fishing equipment, and as I laid out some treble hooks on the floor he began cursing and threatening me again as he jumped around like a crazed monkey on crack. He was so angry that his nude body was red as a beet, and as he screamed he was spitting slobber all over himself and the cage.”
Andrew moaned as he stared at Seth.
Seth looked at him for a moment, then looked back at Dicky. “He was very upset that I had cut off his penis. And he is still pissed about it. I don’t blame him though. I’d be pissed too.”
Seth looked at Andrew. “Hey monkey fucker, that’s what you get for being a molester.”
“Awwwwwwww.”
Seth walked over to Dicky. “He’s so worried about his dick. As you can see, he needs to be more worried about how I turned him into a piece of Play-Doh.”
“That’s really fucked up what you’ve done to him. No one deserves to be violated like that.”
“I’m sure the kids who he stuck his dick into thought the same.”
He remained silent.
“Now let’s get back to how I moulded him into a bloody piece of Play-Doh. Now that I had all the fishing gear laid out, I tied a large treble hook to the fishing line. I took the rod and cast the line towards him, but it bounced off one of the bars of the cage.
Andrew gritted his teeth. “Uck you dude! I’ll shove dat rod up ew ass!”
When I cast the line again the hook fell over his shoulder, so I jerked back on the pole and embedded the barb into his back.
He grabbed the line and pulled back to relieve the tension. “Ohhhh! Ew utherucker, I’m going to ucking kill ew!”
He continued with his threats as I cut the line and tied on another hook, and when I cast the line again he slapped the hook away. The next three times that I launched the hooks toward him he knocked them away as well. The fourth time I caught him on the top of his left hand, and when I jerked the line, two of the prongs dug deep into the flesh and tendons. He screamed as I tugged on the line and pulled his left arm through the bars, and as I held the tension, I cut the line and tied it off to a ceiling support beam that was about fifteen feet from the cage. He tried to pull the hook out with his other hand, but the barbs had dug into his tendons and muscles. When he realized the degree of pain and damage it would take to remove the hook he tried to break the line, but I had bought nylon monofilament line with a 300lb test, which was the highest test fishing line I could find at the time. He was still fighting at the line when I had cast another hook, which had caught him on the top of his foot. He screamed as I jerked the line and tied it off as well. He couldn’t bend down and grab the line going to his foot because the hook in his hand was binding him tightly against the bars.
He was gritting his teeth as he stared at me. “Stop uking me ew son of a bitch!”
I remained silent as I continued hooking and tying off the lines. Within no time, I had ten or twelve of them that were deep into his flesh at different parts of his body. The lines were so tight that they were forcing him to be bound tightly against the side of the cage where he couldn’t move. There was so much tension on the lines that they were grotesquely pulling his skin through the bars to the point his flesh was starting to tear.
I was out of treble hooks so I walked over to the cage. “I’ve got to go into town and get some more hooks. Do you need anything while I’m out?”
He glared at me. “Ew sorry astard! What tha uck did I do to ew?”
“You destroyed a young girl’s life by sticking your dick in her.”
He grinned with a chicken shit grin. “Dis is over dat bitch?”
I quickly reached in the cage and grabbed a handful of his hair and held his face against the bars. “Hey pervert, she was eleven.”
“Uck you! What the uck do ew know about it anyway?”
I pointed to the wall where the judge’s head was mounted. “You were ratted out, Homie.”
Somehow, he was able to reach out with his right arm, trying to grab my face. “I’m oing to uck ew up! Ew not oing to get away with dis! I’m oing to ill ew?”
While he reached through the bars like a chimpanzee trying to grab a banana, I grabbed his arm, and with all my strength I started bending it backwards around the bars. When his elbow hyperextended, I could hear the tearing and popping sounds of ligaments as they broke. As I forced his arm around the radius of the cage, I could hear his bones cracking and snapping as they were breaking. He was screaming out loudly as I held his arm tightly to the cage. As I tied his wrist to one of the bars I said, “Most everyone that I bring in here tells me I am not going to get away with this, but maybe, just maybe, the molester protector will come and save your sorry ass because you’re so fucking special.”
Now that his arm was secured, I stood back and watched him struggle as he was stuck against the bars. He was bound in such an awkward and painful position that his muscles throughout his body were trembling. His arm was swelling and turning blue as each minute passed. It was obvious he had severe injuries in his arm the way it was bent backwards around the cage. I could see in a couple of areas where his skin was being pushed out from broken bones. He was begging and crying at the same time as I took a medium sized fishhook and drove it through the center of the nail bed on his right index finger. Since it was too painful to try to move his arm, all he could do was scream and wiggle his fingers. Between screams he had managed to yell out, “Da tucking stings ew utherucker,” so I heated the next hook with a torch until it was glowing red, then shove
d it through his fuck you finger. This time he didn’t have time between screams to say anything rude.
Over the next fifteen minutes or so I took my time as I shoved heated hooks through his last three nail beds, and he was screaming so hard that spit was blowing out of his mouth and it was running down from his chin to his belly button. After I was done inserting the hooks, I tied a two-foot-long piece of stainless steel wire to each of them, leaving them hanging for the future. He closed his eyes and rested his head against the bars to block out the excruciating pain, and as he breathed heavily and moaned, I started inserting hooks through the end of his fingers on his left hand, the one that was being stretched outwards from the cage. By the third nail bed he started slamming his head against the bars in an attempt to knock himself unconscious—he couldn’t handle the pain anymore. After I shoved the last hook through the nail bed on his thumb, I tied a wire to each of the hooks like I had done on his right hand. It was getting late, so I removed the hooks from his tongue and injected it with steroids and antibiotics to help reduce the swelling—I was tired of trying to make out his gibberish. He was crying as I walked out of the chamber for the night.
The next evening when I came back to check on him, I could tell he was in agony from being left in the barbaric position for such a long period of time. Before I had a chance to say anything he started banging his head against the bars in an attempt to knock himself unconscious.
“Easy, pal, you’re going to hurt yourself.”
He stopped banging his head and started crying.
“Now that’s better.”
Tears were running down his face as he hung in a daze. “Please don’t hurt me anymore. I beg you.”
“Give me a good reason why I should stop when you had no concern about your victims.”
For some reason, he started crying like a little kid, and as he cried uncontrollably, he mumbled, “Because I don’t deserve what you’re doing to me. You have robbed me of any chance of living a normal life. It ain’t like I killed her. What am I supposed to do without a penis? There is no way you’re going to get away with this.”
I’ve seen some of the others react in a crazy way before, but this guy was living in his own little world. “Several things, pal. As far as a normal life, this is as normal as it gets in here. And as far as what you deserve; you sure in the hell don’t deserve a dick. And if for some minute chance you’re magically set free, you won’t be sticking it into anyone else.”
He continued to plead with me not to hurt him anymore as I climbed up the side of the cage with a large shark hook, but I ignored him. When I reached the top, I laid on my stomach and locked my position in by gripping the bars with my feet so I could keep both of my hands free. I reached through the bars and positioned the hook under his chin. He was staring up at me with fear, and before he had a chance to say anything I pulled up on the hook and drove the barbed point through his flesh. When he screamed out I could see the pointed end of the hook was lifting his tongue. Of course, he tried to scream, but the sharp point had torn into the bottom his tongue, so he just hung in the bound position and moaned.
When he finally calmed down, he looked up at me. “You’re killing me! Oh shit, you’re killing me! Please stop. I will do whatever you ask.”
I continued to ignore his begging as I tied a rope to the hook, and as tears dripped from his face, I pulled the shit out of the rope and tied it off to the top of the cage. His eyes were bulging out of their sockets and he was spewing blood and vomit all over himself as his head was being pulled sideways. The pointed tip now had penetrated deep inside his tongue, and every time he tried to scream he would gag. I cut the string going to the hook in his left hand, the one being stretched outwards, pushed his arm back into the cage, then tied each of the wires that were hanging from his fingers to the bars. His face was white as a ghost and his body was trembling from the pain from his arm being broke, the agony of the hooks in his body, and the misery from the shark hook in his mouth. His eyes looked as if he was almost to the point of passing out.
Tears were running down his face as he stared at me. “Just kill me! You’ve got me back.”
I paused. “Believe it or not, this is just foreplay.”
He took a deep breath and started crying.
“Don’t blame me, pal. Blame your sorry ass father and our judicial system. Just think about it. You could be playing hide the snake right now in prison instead going through this shit.”
“What gives you the right to do this?”
“The same one that you used to rape kids.”
He looked down and remained silent.
I needed to reposition him in the cage, so I cut all the fishing lines except for the ones that I had just tied to his left fingers. When I cut his right arm loose, it retained the curve of the cage. I grabbed his wrist and pulled outwards, and as I straightened out his arm, I could hear ligaments and bones popping through his deafening screams. The shark hook in his mouth prevented him from fighting back, so without any resistance I was able to push his right arm into the cage and tie the stainless-steel wires that were hanging from his fingers to the opposite side of the cage from where his left hand was secured. To make sure he was directly in the center of the cage, I had to re-adjust the wires on each of his fingers a few times, making sure each one had the same amount of tension. Andrew’s face and body was covered with sweat, vomit, snot, and blood as he was being bound in a barbaric way. I could see the misery in his eyes as I stood next to him. It was getting late, and because I was at a good stopping point, I decided to leave the chamber for the night. I had just started to walk away when Andrew popped off. “Better sleep light tonight.”
I spun around. “Wow! What a fucking idiot!”
“You have no idea what me and my family are capable of.”
I walked over to a table, then slid it over next to his cage. “Man, y’all must be some really scary folks. Hey, maybe I should hire y’all to work in here. How’s that sound?”
“Ha ha, funny man. You better kill me because I will hunt you down for what you have done.”
I turned over a box and dumped out several thousand jig-hooks onto the table. “Then I better make sure you don’t escape.”
He quickly started panicking as he stared at the hooks. “You’re crazy man! You’re crazy! You don’t have to worry about me doing anything.”
“Damn! You’re one flip flopping fuckhead. Make up your mind. Are you going to hunt me down or not?”
“No, no, no…. I was just running my mouth. You have taught me a lesson. I’m sorry.”
I climbed up the side of the cage again, this time with a handful of pre-cut steel wires and hooks, and when I reached the top I laid on my stomach as I did earlier.
He looked up at me. “I said I was sorry. You don’t have to worry about me.”
I remained quiet.
He had a terrified look on his face as he watched me tie long pieces of wire to the hooks. “Come on man. I said I was just running my mouth. I beg you not to hurt me anymore.”
I paused and looked down at him. “Let’s just say hypothetically that I let you go. Do you think you could go on with life without having a dick? And would….”
“Yes! Please give….”
“Hey, don’t interrupt.”
“Sorry.”
“Do you think you could go on with life without having a dick? And would you be able to keep what happened here a secret?”
He became somewhat excited and looked relived. “You have taught me a valuable lesson and I deserved to have my penis cut off. If you let me go I promise I will not tell anyone what you have done to me.”
I knew he was full of shit and just saying anything that might give him a chance. He was looking to his right as he lied through his teeth, so I decided to see how much he would endure for the chance at freedom. “I am going to give you an opportunity I seldom offer. I will release you if you do not scream, curse, or say a word over the next two hours, starting now.”
He began to cry and tears were running down his face. “Fuck yeah! I can do it.”
It took a few minutes to secure a wire to each of the hooks, and when I was done, I reached through the bars and drove one into his forehead. He wanted to scream, but he resisted with everything he had. Every muscle in his body was shaking as I tied the wire off to the top of the cage. Over the next hour or so I inserted small hooks all the way around his hairline and made an x pattern with them across the top of his head. Each one was tied off to a different bar, which caused the skin on his scalp to be pulled in different directions. I inserted hooks all around his neck and over his face, including his ear lobes, and with each wire that I tied to a bar, his head and face became more and more distorted. The hooks were pulling his flesh outwards from his face so much his eyeballs looked as if they were sunk deep inside his head. Every muscle in his body was trembling as he fought the urge to scream. The veins in his eyes had ruptured and he had shoved the hook all the way through his tongue and it was now poking into the top of his mouth. He was breathing heavily and panting like a dog as I climbed down from the cage. “Your time is up, pal.”
He screamed for what seemed to be an eternity. When he was done deafening my ears he took a deep breath. “I id it. I ucking id it!”
The hook had damaged his tongue. I shook my head. “Damn…. You’ve fucked up your tongue again. Now I am going to have to listen to more of your gibberish.”
He looked at me with a sigh of relief. “Oh yeah, I id it. I id it. I ucking id it.”
I looked at him like he was crazy. “You’re awful chipper for someone who blew a chance to get out of this shit hole.”
He jerked his eyes towards me. “Ew ucker! I knew ew were a liar.”
“Liar? You lost fair and square.”
“Ew know I idn’t make a ucking sound.”
I laughed. “Fuck yeah. I can do it.”
He looked confused for a second. “Ew can’t count dat. I asn’t ready. Ew can’t urt me anymore.”
“Rules are rules, pal.”
Over the next couple of hours, he screamed as I lined the top and bottom of his arms with hooks in such a way that the top of his skin was being stretched towards the roof of the cage as the ones on bottom stretched his skin down towards the floor. I inserted small hooks in the center of his toenails and tied them off with wire to the bars in front of him. I took larger hooks and inserted one behind each of his Achilles tendons and tied them off to the bars that were behind him. His legs were a little fat, so I was able to insert sixteen rows of hooks from his ankles to his hips, and after I tied a wire to each hook, I stretched his skin perpendicular to his legs. I covered his back and stomach with hundreds of small hooks. The tension from all the hooks had lifted his feet off the floor, so I took advantage of that and inserted some in the bottom of his feet. His flesh throughout his entire body was being so grossly stretched in every direction he looked like a bloody Pillsbury Dough Boy. He had screamed continuously as I had worked through the night, and by the time I had tied off the last wire he was hoarse. Now that all the smaller hooks were suspending him, I removed the shark hook from under his chin. I washed him down with alcohol using a bug sprayer, and when all his puncture wounds began burning at the same time the pussy passed out.
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