Sam McCann

Sam woke up the wrong way; everything was upside down. At first, he thought his brothers were behind this, but a few things happened at once, leaving him in no doubt that this was very real. He was hanging upside down, hands and feet tied behind his back, and a quick look around confirmed he was in some sort of office that smelled like bleach. He didn’t have long to think about this before his balls screamed blue murder, and as he tried to see what was happening, that’s when he saw his captor.

Hael Wilder stood beside Sam with an instrument. As Hael slowly cranked the handle, Sam realized a small vice was attached to his ball sacks, squeezing tighter with every crank.

Sam fought against his bindings, thrashing like a wild animal, yelling for his brothers to help as Hael slowly kept turning, the vice biting inch by horrific inch into his testes.

“Fuck, stop, please, I’m begging you!” Sam cried as he began to feel his nuts give, and with a disturbing pop, the first one turned to mush, quickly followed by the second as the vice teeth connected.

Sam screamed and lost consciousness, vomiting and being forced to swallow it back due to the laws of gravity.

He regained consciousness too quickly, experiencing intense burning pain in his private parts. This time, Hael decided to speak.

He showed Sam a wicked set of pliers, the pincers a deep red from being heated. 

“In my family, we have a clear code of conduct; you and your inbred brothers crossed a very personal line.”

Despite the pain, Sam remembered the day they happened upon the cheerleader walking home in the rain, and ultimately the phantom who’d rescued her. FUCK.

Hael smiled, a cruel, vicious smile reserved for occasions like this. “Yes, I see you do remember.” He slowly circled Sam, speaking as he moved the pliers into position.

“ We have unique ways to punish people who cross us.”

Zade plunged the pliers into the first sack, biting down on the first spermatic cord, cauterizing it with a sizzle. It invoked so much pain that Sam was rendered speechless, vomiting whatever was left in his stomach, and started dry retching in terror when the other one was treated the same.

“Did you know the reason you’re hanging upside down?”

Sam could barely see past the pain, but he nodded anyway. Hael bent down to eye level, his eyes stormy as he replied.

“People who are hung upside down cannot faint for long due to the blood rushing to their heads, which for you means you’ll be awake for the entire time I take my pound of flesh from you for scaring my woman.”

Sam didn’t believe in God and the Devil, but if he did, he’d be convinced he was in Lucifer’s lair, and he wondered what was happening to his brothers as Hael came at him again with the pliers. This time he cut straight through Sam’s cock, watching as it rolled along the ground. Hael was covered head to toe in blood, enjoying the way his prisoner was twitching in pain and shock.

If only he had the time to play all day, but his services were needed elsewhere.

“Say hi to your brother when you see him and thank him for being so much fun.”

Sam was still screaming as Hael banged on the door. As soon as it opened, he stepped to the side, and Max let the family dogs loose. They deliberately got fed the bare minimum to get them ready for their job, and as the sweet sounds of tearing flesh paired with screams grew louder, Hael took his leave, closing the door behind him.

Again, Max waited for him, and Hael laughed at the increasingly shocked looks he was getting from his best friend. Sometimes being the boss required a commitment to savagery that most people don’t have.

“ Uh, is that what I think it is?” Max pointed to Hael’s hair. “ It depends on what you think it is,” Hael replied, grabbing whatever it was.

Opening his hands, Hael was greeted with part of a hairy coin purse. “Yeah, it’s what you think it is.”

“One moment, please.” Max made a mad dash for the corner of a building, barely reaching it before he threw up his lunch. As he turned the tap on for the hose, he rinsed his mouth, glaring at his friend,

 “You are a sick fuck!”

The sound of Hael’s laughter taunted him to the car park.