Then she added: “I know you didn’t want to do me, but you did. And I was tired of being a virgin. Now that I’ve had a stud’s cock, I am going to want it again. Nobody else will fuck me, and I like being fucked. So, make a decision, and either take the money or don’t. You whored yourself out, not me. But you got off, and you certainly shot a big load, so clearly you weren’t too grossed out fucking the fat girl. Well, don’t worry. Nobody will ever know you’re fucking me, much less doing it for money, unless you tell. But if you try and get out of our contract or if you avoid me or cheat, then I’ll make you infamous on Facebook. If you skip out on me before June I’ll ruin you. So, it’s your decision. Take the check, or leave without it.”

I took the check. Fifteen grand is a lot of money, and the “job” was potentially a way to make some real money in a few short weeks. And with the twenty I had in the bank, and the fifteen she was loaning me, if I added my truck to the pot I had enough to pay off Henry. I figured that ought to make him very happy. By a miracle I had basically come up with a way to pay off the debt. But of course now I felt like a whore, and in a way I was. I was a prostitute; a gigolo. A male whore. Who would have thought? Oh God….Jenny owned me now! And how long would it take me to pay her back? Oh God…could I really do what I was committing to? I felt so ashamed at that point and I was of course scared shitless my friends would find out. But there was hope now too, and I had the money now to pay of the debt and that should get Henry off of my back.

After Jenny gave me the loan and I finally got out of her dorm it was ten minutes past nine pm and I was suddenly rushed. I had no choice but to skip the shower and go direct to the warehouse, and the traffic was terrible and the trip took me over an hour to get there.

On the way my heart was pounding, and as I drove I was screaming at the idiots on the road and the slowness of the traffic, but there was nothing I could do to get there faster. Well, Henry would just have to be patient! I had the twenty grand in cash in my backpack, and a fifteen-grand check from Jenny to hand over to him, and then there was my truck and I planned to sign over the title as well if he needed to be paid in full tonight. So, I had the bet paid, and if I fucked Jenny often, I could make some real money and get back on my feet. Things were looking up!

As I was driving to the warehouse I was feeling good, and I figured Henry would be pleased. He had always seemed reasonable and I was feeling confident. Now, I know some of you would think I shouldn’t have gone, but at that time I sure didn't see any point in trying to run, and besides, as a student where would I go? Besides, I had the money, and so I was feeling good. And I wasn’t concerned about his castration threat, even though of course looking back I should have been. But at the time I was thinking that all the talk about taking my balls was just that. Talk. And beside, I had managed a miracle and scrapped up the money, and the money was what poker was all about. So, I wasn’t scared. I was of course angry with myself for losing so much money, but I had the thought that I’d get it back. Even win it back maybe.

The truth was that I was actually pretty pleased with myself that I had managed to pull the bet together in only forty-right hours. And as I saw things, I figured Henry would be happy to be getting paid, and so the logical thing for me to do was to show up and give him the money. I wasn’t keen on losing my truck, but if he insisted I had to pay it all tonight then I was prepared to give it to him, and luckily I owned it outright and had the title with me to sign over to him. But I was hoping he’d let me keep it and give him the last few thousand in a week or so. As I was driving there I wanted to call him to let him know I was running late, but I didn’t have his number. The truth was I really didn't know any of them well and as I thought about it I realized the Poker Club was pretty secretive about its members. But they had always seemed like nice guys, and so I felt ok, and I had the bet figured out and so I didn’t feel the danger. In hindsight of course, I should have run.

When I reached the warehouse there was only one vehicle parked in the lot. And of course, with it being ten at night it was dark as shit. My heart started to pound faster. I was nervous, but not all that nervous. Usually there were at least three cars on poker nights and the lights in the warehouse were on, but this wasn’t our poker night and so it was strangely quiet, and very dark. But Henry’s black Mercedes SUV was there in its usual place, and he was really the guy I needed to see, and I was sure glad he hadn’t left. But, I was ten minutes late and I knew that wasn’t a good way to start. Anyway, I went inside, to where we had played the games. None of the main lights were on, but there was one ceiling light on in the office where we played, and it was illuminating the poker table. It was just a big circle of light in an otherwise very dark room. Henry was there. He was sitting at the table, smoking a cigar and sipping on a glass of bourbon whiskey. Beside him was the bottle, and next to it was another empty whiskey glass. I hoped the bourbon was also putting him in a mellow mood. I knew we had to talk this out and I was very glad it was just he and I. Henry was just sitting and savoring his smoke and drink, all by himself at the table we used for playing the game on Saturday nights. Unlike poker nights, there were no other chairs at the table, and so I stayed standing.

He was smiling, which I took as a good sign. He looked up though and as he locked eyes with me he said: "Good thing you came. I didn't want to have to go and find you and I was thinking you had run. I don't like being made to wait. I hope you brought the money."

For an answer I opened my backpack and took out the money I had. I laid the cash on the table, in piles of fifties bundled in stacks of twenty, and each pile totaled one thousand dollars. I laid them out, one next to the other, until I had the twenty thousand sitting on the table. As I was doing that it came to me that it was more than enough to pay for another full year of college, and now I was giving it away. Of course, I had lost it all in a stupid game of cards, and without question my father would be very disappointed in me. I pushed the thought aside and laid the check made out for fifteen thousand dollars next to the money, and then I put my truck title beside it. After I did that I said "Listen Henry....there's twenty thousand in cash. The check is for another fifteen, and you can write your name on it and cash it in the morning. That’s thirty-five thousand dollars. I can give you the rest soon, or, if you need it tonight, then there’s the title to my truck too. If you want it now, then I’ll sign it over to you. I figure it’s got to be worth more than five, and with the upgrades and all I’ve got at least ten grand into it. So, the way I see it, I’ve paid off the debt I owe you. But, if you can wait a couple of weeks, then I’d rather keep my truck and just give you the cash. I’ve landed a job now, and for sure I can give you a grand a week to make up any shortfall, and you know I’m good for it.” As I said that, I forced a smile.

He looked at me, and he grinned. He took a last long puff on his cigar, and then put it out in the ashtray. He looked happy. Very happy.

He slid the empty whiskey glass that was next to the bottle so that it was now in front of me, and then he poured what had to be a little more than three shots of booze into it, filling it just past half full. Then he smiled, and said: “I think it’s time to celebrate. I know it always hurts to lose a really big bet. You lost a hell of a wager Jared. Have a drink—this is really good bourbon and I promise you it will help to kill the pain.”

He lifted his own glass up, which had about a shot left in it, and said: “I like you Jared. Here’s to me winning and you losing!”

I hesitated. I wasn’t yet twenty-one, and while I had tried a couple of rum and cokes at a few parties, for the most part the only drinking I had done was beer, and usually only when I was at some kind of party and it was available. I had never tried to drink straight whiskey.

I said: “Ahh…I’m not twenty-one Henry. I don’t know…”

He laughed. Then he grinned and said: “Hey kid, be a man! Don’t piss me off here, and drink with me. I’m in the mood to celebrate, and I promise you that you’ll be a lot happier if you have a drink with me. Losing hurts. Losing big hurts worse. Trust me, this stuff will kill the pain, and you need it more than you know. Now, drink with me!”

He raised his glass again, and I picked up mine and smiled. What the hell...I was always up for a new experience and if sharing a drink with Henry would keep him in a good mood, then it was worth doing.

“Bottom’s up!” he said.

“Yeah, bottom’s up!” I repeated.

He laughed. I laughed. I grinned back at him, and then with a here-goes-nothing attitude, I clicked my glass to his. Then he tilted his head back and slammed down the rest of his, all in a single swallow, and I did the same, following his example and drinking the three shots of booze in a single long continuous glug, until my glass was also empty. Wow! The booze burned, and my eyes got big as I took it down. I gasped, and my eyes watered. Henry laughed as he watched, and I laughed with him. Yeah, Henry was a good sort, and I could tell he liked me, even when he was taking all my money.

I had the thought right then that things were going to work out and clearly he was very happy and it seemed he was satisfied with the payoff. I still wasn’t sure if he was going to let me keep my truck and let me give him the rest of the money later, but clearly he was very happy I had come up with the money and I was very relieved.

The booze hit me hard, and that really surprised me. I felt the buzz almost immediately. It wasn’t like any beer I had ever guzzled, that’s for sure. Damn! Yeah, you could get fucked up on that stuff pretty quickly. I glanced to the bottle. The label said George T Stagg bourbon, something I had never heard of, and then I said: “God Damn Henry. That’s really powerful stuff.”

He grinned, and said, “Yeah, it ought to be. Hell, it’s straight 128 proof unfiltered bourbon and it cost a hundred and fifty dollars a bottle. It’s about as good as it gets.”

I smiled at him and he looked at me and grinned. For some stupid reason the booze made me want to laugh, and so I did.

He didn’t laugh with me though. Instead, his grin slowly disappeared, and he said very seriously: "I’m glad you liked the booze. You’re gonna need it. You see, unfortunately for you Jared, you owe me forty thousand in cash, not twenty. The Poker Club payments are always in cash. You know the rules. I don’t want a personal check from anyone, especially from someone I’ve never heard of. And your truck’s a piece of shit. And I don’t want the rest of it paid out a week at a time either. I want it now. You’re short kid. The cash payout is always due the Monday after the game is played. I appreciate your efforts, but this isn't gonna cut it kid. You’re twenty grand short."

It seemed strange to me he seemed so happy as he was saying it, and I took him to be in a good mood. Hell, hadn’t we just shared a drink together? He said he was celebrating. I couldn’t figure him out. Maybe he was just playing with me?

I sat the empty glass back on the table, and he did the same. My lower lip felt numb. I was really buzzed now. Fuck!

He seemed to be waiting for me to respond.

I said "I..I know it’s not exactly what you want Henry. I know. But I brought you forty grand man. Yeah, it’s true it’s not all in cash right now, but I can turn it into cash. So could you. You’ve got to be reasonable here. I got the check after the banks were closed, so I couldn’t cash it tonight. But, I can cash the check tomorrow morning if you want me to. But you can put your name on it and deposit it anywhere you want right now. It’s the same thing—it’s not going to bounce! But, if you want me to cash it for you, then I will, and you can have thirty-five grand in the morning. And if you want me to sell the truck I can do that and turn it into cash as well. Just give me a little more time. Listen, I pulled thirty-five grand together in forty-eight hours and I’m only twenty, and with my truck added in you’ve got your money plus some. Now, take it, and let’s call it good. I’m in debt up to my ass now, and I don’t want to loose my wheels, but I’m willing, and at least I came up with your money.”

He wasn’t smiling at all now. Then he said: "I don't want a fucking used truck. That piece-of-shit junker may be your pride and joy, but it isn’t worth anything to me, and certainly not five grand. Listen kid, I want my forty thousand. I want it in cash. That’s the rule, and you know it. You agreed to the rules when you joined the Poker Club. And you knew what was required when you made your bet. I’m not playing games here Jared. I told you to bring it tonight. I told you if you didn’t I’d cut off your balls. Did you think I was kidding?"

As he said that, he stood up, so we were eye to eye and I was staring at him. He was staring back at me, right into my soul. I could tell he was totally serious, and I didn't know what to say. My heart was pounding, and the booze was really making me dizzy. Fuck. Cut off my balls! Fuck that!

I tried again. "Listen...I brought the money! You can put my truck on Craigslist and you’ll get more than five out of it—I guarantee it! All of what I owe you is here, on the table, and if you want the check converted to cash I’ll convert it. I’ve paid the bet. You have got to be reasonable! Please Henry, I’m trying hard to make this right. I owe you forty grand, and there is forty grand on the table. You should be smiling. You won and I’m paying you."

But he wasn’t smiling. Instead, he had a poker face, and I couldn’t tell what he was thinking.

Then he said very slowly: "You only showed up with twenty thousand in cash. I'm not waiting kid. You bet your balls, remember?”

Then I said back to him, raising my voice and talking louder now to make my point: "WELL HENRY, YOU AREN’T GETTING MY BALLS! That’s crazy talk. You’ll just have to wait if you want it in cash! I’ve got thirty-five thousand dollars on the table, plus my truck title. I’ll convert it to cash and give you it all next week. But right now, I’m leaving! I’ll see you next Saturday…”

I picked up the check and my truck title and stuffed them back in my backpack, and I turned around then, and decided to run out of there. If he was seriously threatening me with castration, then he was more of a nut case than I had figured him to be, and in that case I needed to bolt. I’d cash Jenny’s check myself, and sell my truck if I had to. Yeah, it was time to leave. But as looked toward the door I saw them. There were the other two guys I had played with regularly, plus two more men I had only seen once before. They were blocking the door I had entered, staring at me as I stared at them. One of them was holding some half-inch rope in his right hand. I stared at it, trying to figure it out, and as I did I realized how big they were. They looked like football players, and they were big middle-aged men with muscles that rippled. I knew with four of them and one of me, that I didn’t have a chance. I didn’t even have a knife with me. Fuck! Why had I come alone? Hell, why had I come at all? I thought about trying to run, but there was only one door in the room, and they were standing in it. I tried to stay calm, and slowly turned around to talk this out with Henry, but he didn’t seem to be in the listening mood anymore. I started to beg him then, and while I was looking at Henry and begging, the men came up behind me. I heard them and turned, and before they could grab me I hit one of them in the jaw, and punched the second guy in the chest. Then I tried to run for the door. I almost made it too! But the third guy grabbed me from behind, and then after that they had me.

I fought like a madman. But they dragged me kicking and screaming over to the table, where we had played our games and I had bet my balls. One of them ripped my shirt...half off in the front...just tore it half open at the buttons and it shredded down the front and after that it was only hanging on me. Then they were groping at my belt, and before long one of them unbuttoned my jeans...and I felt my pants being pulled down and then off. God I fought them! One of the men took a long piece of rope and with help from his buddy they tied my two wrists together, the rope going around and around my wrists and then back through the middle a couple of times, and then they pulled the knot tight. I struggled so damn hard, but soon I was flat on my back, on top of the table, with my wrists tied together. They jerked the end of the rope that was tied to my wrists and pulled my arms straight out, over my head, and then using the rope they stretched me out across the table and tied the end of it to one of the table legs on the opposite side, way beyond my reach. I tried to kick them then, but soon the four of them had my two legs and in minutes they tied ropes around my ankles and then they too were tied out separately, spreading my legs. They bent my knees over the edge of the poker table as they did that, so that my legs were hanging off the side, and once they had my legs where they wanted them they tied each of my ankles to separate legs of the table. After that, they then ran two more ropes around each of my knees, and pulled them so that the ropes were stretching my legs apart, very wide apart. As they were tying those ropes beneath the table to the table legs, I tried to struggle, but there was nothing I could do to break free. One of the men pulled my socks off. After that I was only wearing my black briefs and my shredded shirt. Other than that I wasn’t wearing a thing.

I was screaming as loud as I could and pleading, screaming out for help like there was no tomorrow coming. One of them stuffed my own dirty socks between my teeth, and then they took a roll of duct tape and pulled off a long strip of it and used it to cover my mouth, wrapping it around the back of my head and across my mouth several times until it was secured well and was holding the socks inside. I still grunted and screamed but it was muffled now and my mouth was stuffed full and my cheeks were bulging. The only way I could breathe was through my nose. With the socks crammed in my mouth and held in place with the tape I couldn't say a thing or yell for help...and after that all I could do was grunt in fear and jerk hard against the ropes that were restraining me.

One of the men said "He's a cute fucker. I like his little nips....and he's got a hot bod. His muscles really ripple when he struggles. Yeah, he’s hot. Look at the way his stomach is ripped. Wish I had a belly like that!"

Another one said: "Yeah....well.....he's twenty and you're not. Too bad he's straight. The kid's a girl magnet, that's for sure! I've listened to him brag about all the hot pussy he has been fucking for long enough. Guess that's about to change."

One of the others said: “Well, I think it’s way past time to see his package. Henry’s been waiting for a month to see his nuts, so lets not keep him waiting any longer.”

As he said that, he reached down and put his hands right in the front opening of my briefs, his two hands grabbing the sides of my fly, and then he just jerked his hands apart, ripping my expensive Diesel brand underwear almost in half. Oh GOD! He jerked harder, and ripped them some more, and soon enough he ripped them completely off of me. Another one of the guys ripped my shredded dress shirt next until he had ripped it right off my body too, and after that I was naked! My prick was smaller than it normally is, and I think it was because I was petrified. Whatever the reason, it was small enough to be embarrassing, almost like a bird’s head sticking out of my nest of red pubic hair. Maybe it was shrunk in fear, or perhaps it was small because it had just fucked Jenny twice less than two hours before.

But the one thing my small looking cock did was to make my scrotum seem larger, and my big bag was hanging down, like a bull’s nuts hang, and now my big balls seemed oh-so-vulnerable. I couldn't believe this was happening! God...were they actually going to do this? They were talking weird too, and their sexual comments scared me to the core. I was hoping they were just scaring me, and I had the idea that perhaps it wouldn't really go where it seemed to be moving. They couldn’t really castrate someone! But yet, they seemed so fucking serious and the way they were leering at my body was making me even more nervous. But still, castration? No!

One of the goons said: "Yeah, look at those fucking nuts! God the kid’s got a big sac! Damn Henry, you did yourself proud winning that bag. Fuck. Who would have thought Jared was carrying around such a huge set of nuts in his pants?”

“Yeah, I love red heads, especially ones with a big scrotum!" said the guy next to him.

One of the other men, who had been staying pretty quiet, suddenly spoke up and said: "Yeah, look at those pubes.....God! They are bright red—you don’t find that color in a bottle. But he’s got a pretty small dick if you ask me, especially for a guy with huge balls like that. For all the bragging he has done, I figured he would have a bigger rod. It looks funny, and it can’t be over three inches. I wonder what the girls see in that little knob?"

None of the guys in the Poker Club had ever talked like this before, and my eyes were wide with fear. I pulled down hard with my hands and tried to break the rope, but it was a half inch thick and the knots were tight as shit and there was no way to get free. I was totally helpless. I arched my back and lifted it clear off the table, and struggled hard against the ropes that held me with every muscle in my body, but all I accomplished was to shake the table. I grunted in fear, begging them as I mumbled into my sweaty socks that were stuffed in my mouth, but no matter what I did they didn't seem to care.

Henry walked up then and stood between my wide spread legs, almost to the edge of the table. He put his hand on my stomach as I was fighting the ropes, and he started to play with my smooth skin. Then he moved his hand downward, feeling the hair there that was growing up above my cock. As he did he looked into my eyes, and then he said: "Calm down Jared. Calm down. Quit struggling and take it easy. You’re going to give yourself a heart attack. You are tied tight, and you sure as hell aren’t going anywhere. You know the rules. Nobody bets in the Poker Club unless he can pay his debt in cash. Nobody."

He was playing with my red pubic hair, running his index finger through the patch, and then very slowly, he moved his finger down from there until he touched my shrunken cock. He briefly brushed the head of it, and then he gently grabbed my big scrotum, cupping it in the palm of his hand and hefting it, feeling out the individual orbs within my fat sac. Other than a doctor giving me a sport physical in high school, never in my life had another man touched my balls. I was shaking, my eyes wide with fear, and then he said somewhat matter-of-factly, "God Jared, you’ve got a big set of balls. These are a real pair of beauts here. What do you think a nice full sac of balls like this is worth? I guess your nuts are probably worth a lot to you. Undoubtedly, they are probably your two most important possessions. Yeah, I bet they are! Well, maybe so, to you I suppose. Umm, I'm a generous guy, and so I'll tell you what I'm gonna do. They say a man’s balls are his family jewels. Perhaps they are. I'll have to admit you do have some big nuts. Hell, they are almost the size of duck eggs! How does ten grand for each nut sound? When I’ve taken your sac I’ll call our bet even. You can keep your truck, and the check. I’ll take the twenty grand in cash, since we are the ones that gave it to you in the first place. But I don’t want a check. And I don’t want your truck. I’d rather have your balls. So, if I pay you ten grand for each nut, then the only money you’ve lost is what we gave you. Does that sound fair?"

My heart was pounding in my chest. I mumbled and tried to beg him, and jerked my head back and forth in desperation. No! No! A thousand times NO! I didn’t understand. I had the debt paid! I mean I had come up with thirty-five grand, and my truck too! And I had promised him I’d turn it all into cash if he wanted me to. It just made no sense to hurt me, much less give me back the check. He was going to get his forty grand, so why nut me? Why settle for twenty thousand, when he could have it all? Why? He had to know I was going to pay it! He couldn’t castrate me just because I didn’t have it in cash tonight! None of it made any sense at all!

He was looking at me, and then he grinned. Then he fondled my balls some more, hefting them in his hand, feeling the weight of my big scrotum. He traced his fingers over my bag, tickling the red hairs that were growing there, and as he did he said: “Figured it out yet? Yeah, you think this is about the money. This was never about the money Jared. Nope. You started with nothing, and we gave you everything you won. Remember all of the bets? How many times did we fold and let you win the pot? From the very beginning I just wanted your nuts, and that’s what the Poker Club is really all about. The real object of the Poker Club is to win another man’s balls. We each take turns picking out some hot guy to castrate, and then we have ninety days to see if we can make it happen.”

I was staring right at him, taking in every single word, my eyes wide open in disbelief and with my panic level increasing by the second.

He grinned, and then he continued: “Of course, in the Poker Club we all share the expenses involved with the collection challenge, and we have been playing together long enough to know when to hold and when to fold, and how to work together to drive up the pot so the big play can be made. It’s tricky, and has to be done just right, and the guy whose turn it is to try and win a set can’t lose more than fifty grand in the ninety days that the game is being played.”

He had my full attention, and I could tell he was totally serious. And clearly, he was crazy. Then Henry went on and said: “The main rule of the Poker Club is that in order to take a set of balls you have to win them at poker. And of course, in order to win them, you have to get the guy you are hoping to castrate to bet his balls, and know they are on the line when he makes his wager. Most guys fold, but occasionally we find a guy like you that is into the game so much that he thinks he can outplay us. Those are the ones we can sucker to make the big bet, and to knowingly and stupidly add their manhood to the pot. The real members of the Club wager each other on how long it will take, and if it can be done at all within the time and budget allowed. The truth is it’s not easy to win the game and it’s actually rare to be successful. So, for me to take your two nuts, I had to get you to bet them first. And you did, and I got you to do it in only a single month, and what’s even more surprising is that I won back all the money we had lost, so in the end your balls didn’t cost the Poker Club a single dime. Yeah, I got lucky with you, and I had a lot of fun beating you. I’ve got to tell you, you wagered a beautiful set.”

As he said the last word, he gave my scrotum a hard squeeze, and I gasped and made a grunting noise and I arched my back until my ass was off the table once again. He had me by the balls, literally, and he was dead serious. He was totally crazy! I was tied down tight and now I was staring at a lunatic, who really was going to castrate me. Oh God…and after hearing him out I was struggling then like a madman but I was helpless and he knew it. I started shaking my head back and forth again, pleading him with wide eyes and in total fear. I sure didn’t want to lose my balls! But I knew then he was going to do it, and then almost to emphasize that point, he reached down into his pocket and pulled out a straight razor, and then he opened it with a click.

As soon as I saw the blade I totally lost it and just panicked. He was really going to castrate me! I started grunting into my gag and thrusting wildly, my hips slamming up and down as I fought desperately against the ropes that were holding me down. I fought like a crazed maniac. He dropped the open razor on my flat belly, and it went up and down there as I jerked and struggled. I’ve never fought so hard in all of my life. I was using every muscle in my body to try and break free, and I was jerking side to side and lifting my hips upward and back off the table again and again as I bucked and jerked. It was almost like I was trying to fuck the air. The entire table was shaking and soon I was sweating, but even so I kept struggling. I was so damn terrified, and I was screaming into the socks stuffed inside my mouth and thrashing my head up and back into the table; bang-bang-bang! I had to break free! I HAD TOO!

But none of my struggles accomplished anything. And so, eventually, after a good six or seven minutes of hard thrashing and jerking against the ropes and struggling with every muscle I had, I just finally got too tired to keep it up, and so I fell back flat on the table, defeated. It was obvious at that point that my efforts had all been in vain, and there was nothing I could do to prevent what was going to happen. My heart was pounding like a jack hammer, and my armpits were drenched with sweat. My smooth chest was glistening in the room light, and even my red hair was soaked with sweat. When I finally collapsed and stopped struggling, I was just gasping for breath and sucking the air in and out of my nose in a panic. I was literally petrified and my eyes were wide open in absolute fear.

It was only then that he picked up my shrunken cock.