Coons in trouble part 2
second part to the coons in trouble story warning contains themes that some may find disturbing
Once inside I take out the barely breathing coon and strap him to the torture table in a spread eagle fashion . when I am sure he is securely fastened I place his balls into a divider and band. He squeals in pain as the tight band wraps around his balls digging into his sensitive sack, causing him pain that is unbearable, but bare it he must as I take the scalpel and slowly cut open his ball sack. He cries in pain as the knife slowly opens him up. I reach inside the cuts holding his nuts still attached up in the air where he can see them, he cries and begs for mercy but I have none as I put them into my mouth chewing on them still attached to the never ending the coon feeling my every bite on his tender nut. I chew slowly enjoying the flavour of my prisoner coon enjoying his squealing and crying in pain and protests as I remove what once made him a man, and with a pop they finally come off and I slowly them a tasty treat for such a bad mouse, the coon bleeds on the table and he has passed out from the pain no longer a man just my new toy lying there asleep and helpless and slowly bleeding to death.
But no death came for that poor emasculated coon for in death he could sleep and suffer no more and why would I do that, when keeping him alive I can have so much more fun with him. He awakens to find himself hung up by his arms in a circle with 5 other raccoons all with no balls just like him, he looks down and sees the scare where his balls used to be his tiny coon cock hanging limply and sadly no longer able to mate with other coons.
Once inside I take out the barely breathing coon and strap him to the torture table in a spread eagle fashion . when I am sure he is securely fastened I place his balls into a divider and band. He squeals in pain as the tight band wraps around his balls digging into his sensitive sack, causing him pain that is unbearable, but bare it he must as I take the scalpel and slowly cut open his ball sack. He cries in pain as the knife slowly opens him up. I reach inside the cuts holding his nuts still attached up in the air where he can see them, he cries and begs for mercy but I have none as I put them into my mouth chewing on them still attached to the never ending the coon feeling my every bite on his tender nut. I chew slowly enjoying the flavour of my prisoner coon enjoying his squealing and crying in pain and protests as I remove what once made him a man, and with a pop they finally come off and I slowly them a tasty treat for such a bad mouse, the coon bleeds on the table and he has passed out from the pain no longer a man just my new toy lying there asleep and helpless and slowly bleeding to death.
But no death came for that poor emasculated coon for in death he could sleep and suffer no more and why would I do that, when keeping him alive I can have so much more fun with him. He awakens to find himself hung up by his arms in a circle with 5 other raccoons all with no balls just like him, he looks down and sees the scare where his balls used to be his tiny coon cock hanging limply and sadly no longer able to mate with other coons.