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A New Pair of Genes

Part VI

Since the virus had spread worldwide, each area of the world had its own unique method of dealing with the symptoms. In many of these areas, the sophisticated and technical methods used by Miles, Mitch and others in the United States (although, there were states in which these humane methods still were not being used) were totally absent. In fact, in some countries, the men being terminated weren't given a choice as to the method of their extermination.

In South America, for instance, there were few diversions from the usual stand them up against a wall, aim, and fire. A man with money might get himself rammed with bayonets prior to the shooting or he might get hanged, but by and large, expediency was the rule. The bodies were then destroyed by burning in a misguided attempt to destroy the virus, even though the men had been well past the contagious stage.

Animosity towards gay men often rose. In the U.S., there had been attacks against gays (particularly tormentors and terminators) by men who had not yet developed symptoms. Even the men who came begging for their punishments and executions often hated these hard workers--even though they experienced euphoric highs and incredible orgasms when being worked over by them.

At first, the gay men boycotted the facilities that had been set up to serve the infected men who had developed their symptoms. Straight men tried to kill or torment themselves or each other, but they often botched the job, despite (as Miles had opined) the fact that violence was an aphrodisiac. However, at least in the states, it was the straight men in the more advanced stages of the disease who, albeit reluctantly, marched on Washington to plead for protection of gays. As a necessary evil, they were given sanctuary and protections.

Gays, however, did not like being "necessary evils" and, empowered by the demand for their services, had the language removed. They also made sure that the men they served received some extra punishment in retaliation.

In certain areas of the Middle East, where life, it seems, had always been cheap, men were staked out under the hot desert sun to bake and blister. They were given water to drink only in order to increase their suffering by prolonging it. Or, for the amusement of the crowds, sharpened poles were shoved into their rectums. These were raised vertically and the crowd could laugh as the hapless victim slid down the shaft, blood leaking from his anus, as he screamed like a stuck pig. This had previously been done to men who were gay, and, to a people who still did not understand the disease, the belief was that the infected men had had relations with gay men. Therefore, the solution was the same.

Men were thrown or were forced to dive off cliffs, in a fine old biblical tradition, so their bodies would be smashed and torn by the jagged rocks beneath them. This also was supposed to destroy the demons inside the men, for surely the Devil himself was to blame. Crucifixion was resurrected as a means of execution. Men were tied to crosses and left to hang for days as their chests crushed their lings. Neighborhood kids were encouraged to use tire irons to break the men's legs.

Egypt had a unique method that was occasionally broadcast on pay-per-view cable. A very large crocodile, named Two-ton Common, had been caught along the Nile River. This massive animal was given a home of its own with a large pond in an arena surrounded by viewing stands.

Mohammed was the first who had chosen this method for his termination--one of the few who was permitted a choice. He made a dignified entrance into the arena. A smile wafted briefly as he saw the throngs of people in the stands, the bright lights and cameras, even the wealthy hanging over their balconies, waving white cloths at him. The cheers died down and he approached his executioners (there was no attempt to refer to this as an assisted suicide). He stood solemnly looking at the pontoon structure on the "shore".

Dropping his single garment, a traditional robed costume, his powerfully built, brown body stood majestically, building the crowd's anticipation. Stepping boldly forward, he was assisted in lying on the pontoon-like contrivance, so that his shoulders and head were supported by one flotation area and his thighs and legs supported by another. His torso was suspended in midair, the beams connecting the two floats keeping him taut between them.

There was a gentle melody playing as his assistants pushed the arrangement into the pond. Mohamed's torso was suspended only a few inches above the water line. Expert crocodile hunters splashed water to attract Two-ton, and a speaker in the pontoon made noises known to attract the reptile.

The hushed crowd watched with wide eyes as the reptile, sunbathing on a small island in the center of the pond, crept forward and silently slipped into the water. The island had actually been tilted at a small angle through a mechanism under it, but this incentive hadn't been necessary this time, as the crowd's silence did distract or frighten the animal. Water lapped at the floating structure (due to another apparatus borrowed from a water-theme park) and it lazily floated and drifted.

The crowd, and Mohamed, could see only the eyes and snout of the beast as it unhurriedly swam towards its prey. It disappeared beneath the surface a few times. Finally, it lurched out of the water, its powerful jaws so wide open that some spectators swore they could see the contents of its stomach. The long jaws snapped shut, driving its long, jagged teeth into the proffered torso of flesh. Whipping its head from side to side, Mohammed, now shrieking in ecstatic agony, was ripped apart. Blood billowed in huge clouds in the water.

The legs separated first, and the animal viciously chomped down again on the torso, sinking its white stakes further and insuring its hold on its dinner. It pulled on the terrified man with such force that his shoulders and arms slid forward. Only his head, head by a collar affixed to a chain, remained on the float. The crowd couldn't see the dying man's final orgasm, but if the crocodile could talk, would reveal that the force and quantity of the eruption inside his mouth would have made whales jealous.

The raft dipped under the water and it looked like its supports would break, but when it bobbed back to the surface, all that remained on it were the thighs and legs on one side, and the severed head on the other. The beast crawled back to its island berth and could be seen gulping the ragged pieces of meat. Later, the assistants cut the bottom portions of its dinner into smaller chunks, and the wealthy spectators in their individual balconies hurled these to the eager reptile. Few pieces missed the gaping maw and the crowd laughed as it scurried after a dropped piece or two.

Different countries in Europe, and, indeed, different regions within those countries, had unique and widely different approaches to dealing with the virus. Some brought back the ancient Celtic sacrifices. Men were caged in a ball made of branches and this was set on fire; others were hurled to the traditional beasts of old--lions, bears, wild dogs, wolves. Others were hung in the town-square upside down with their legs spread. The executioner would use a broadsword and cleave the man in two from his groin to his chin. It was customary to remove the head afterwards for display. Extra cash was awarded if he managed to slice the balls and cock down the center. This rarely occurred, but an executioner who managed to do so would be feted by adoring citizens for weeks afterwards.

In Germany, a unique public display was put up once per month in a village not far from Berlin. Perhaps due in part to historical recollection, a small wall would be built in a vacant parking lot. Although the men "ripened" at different times, those who reached the termination phase at a particular time were herded to the wall. Here, they were not given any choices as to the means of their disposal.

The men were imbedded into the wall as it was being built. Rudolph was positioned so that he knelt on a low portion of the wall. Cement and bricks covered his calves. As the wall was built higher, his arms were brought over the row of bricks so that his armpits rested on the bricks. In this manner, his arms and legs were behind the wall and his head, torso, and (of course) his genitals in front.

Frank had been laid on a plank, face up. His neck was placed in a curved section and then covered so that his head stuck out of the wall on one side, and his prone body on the other. His second cousin, Johan, was positioned five feet higher in the wall in a similar manner, but facing down so that he could see his relative's head.

Nicholas, a true Nordic hunk with a well-developed body, was laid on a slab of marble about halfway up the wall. Lying on his back, the wall was built around his waist so that the upper half of his body stuck out in front of the wall and the lower half behind it.

Peter stood in front of the wall and his long penis was swaddled in cement and brick so that two inches protruded behind the wall. A swarthy man of unknown origin (probably a Gypsy), who refused to give his name, was positioned at the far end of the wall in a manner similar to Rudolph.

The men were left for the night as the cement and mortar dried. Little children, being little children, were fascinated and tormented the men on their own. On vicious little bastard had a borrowed a machine from a local country club that shot tennis balls out. Originally, its intended use was to train the players on the club's tennis court. At the wall, it was aimed at Rudolph and pelted his torso and thighs until the imp managed to get it to aim at his victim's balls. He was made to stop only because the mayor had been awakened by the early morning screams of poor Rudolph.

All of the men were exhausted from having to remain still. Peter, although his ankles and wrists had him spread-eagled and bound to the wall, nevertheless had had to stand the entire night. Add to that the fact that some boys of around eleven years of age had been paddling his ass for the last hour and he wound up more suspended than standing.

The spectacle attracted the usual spectators, the gawking tourists, the older boys, some men (curious as to whether or not they would end up at the wall some day), a few elderly men. However, of late, people had become so accustomed to the sight of naked men being tortured and killed that they often went about their daily routines as if nothing was going on. People went shopping and passed right by the wall in the lot without giving it much of a thought.

This, however, was not the case with the men who were affixed to the wall. Their interest was heightened. Peter, with his peter sticking into the wall, was the first to know that his terminator had arrived, for a small flame had been lit on the other side of the wall beneath the projecting part of his penis. He soon began to squirm, but he was able to endure the discomfort.

Max, the terminator for this area, came around and viewed the men almost dispassionately (except for the fact that he was beginning to be aroused). He carried what looked like an empty, glass gallon bottle with a clear rubber seal at the narrow end and another rubber seal on top of the jug. He placed this and a cloth-covered package on the ground in front of the gypsy.

Two rubber cock rings, joined by a plastic film, were slipped over the gypsy's cock and balls. Then Max produced two large fishhooks, which he positioned along the edge of the aureole of each nipple. With a quick jab, he threaded the J-hook under the nipple until it protruded from the ridge of the golden-brown circle on the opposite side. The executioner managed perfect symmetry in both nipples, despite the fact that the gypsy was screaming his head off.

The neck of the bottle was slide over the gypsy's cock and his balls were forced in. There was a diaphragm covering the opening, but it had slits to allow the entrance of the man's ample genitalia and acted like the valves of the heart, allowing objects to travel only in one direction. The rubber seal was joined to the rubber cock ring by slipping one over the rubber seal of the bottle, making an airtight connection. A chain was slid through the handle of the jug, and its ends were attached to the hooks so that the bottle was suspended in front of the hapless man's groin.

Removing the cloth from the package on the ground, Max revealed a glass container with large wasps. A plastic mesh was at the top to allow air to enter, but a small hose was at the bottom. This was joined to the first bottle and the wire that cinched the hose closed was removed.

There was absolute terror in the dark man's face as he watched the wasps in the package enter the hose and then retreat. But max had planned for this and, hauling out a vacuum cleaner with the hose at the exhaust side, he vigorously blew air into the container, forcing the wasps into the jug and cinching the hose to prevent their return.

At first, the wasps just flew about getting their bearings. A few landed on the bound man's genitals, but they only walked about, curious as to their new home. One lapped up the precum that was dripping like a broken faucet. The gypsy stayed perfectly still.

That was, he remained still until Max heated the glass bottle and vigorously shook it. The riled up wasps attempted to exit the glass, but failing to flee, they attacked their victim. Sting after vicious sting assaulted the hunk's genitals mercilessly. His howls of agony and pleas for mercy amused the spectators.

The gypsy, in orgasmic paroxysms of pain, shot his load, splattering several of the wasps against the back of the glass jug, drowning a few, and infuriating the remaining insects. His monstrously copious ejaculation was so powerful that Max had to hold the jug for fear that it would loosen from the cock ring and release the fiery bugs into the crowd. Almost a quarter of a gallon of the white juice collected in the jug as the wasps, undeterred, gustily returned to their work.

Max went behind the wall and randomly used a rubber mallet on the three sets of balls where he had access. It almost was like playing church bells or the hanging bell-cylinders in the percussion section of the orchestra--ow, OW... ow!

Frank and Johan got to see the pure agony in each other's faces, but they both dreaded when their punishment would stop. It was Frank who first felt something being put around his neck on the opposite side of the wall. He could feel the wood being snapped into place. Johan was treated to a similar framework being applied to his neck. He kept hunching his shoulders so the touched the wall and Max had to use a tazer to get him to cooperate. For fun, the tazer was applied to each man's testicles--2000 volts can bring a lot of pain.

Peter wasn't spared. The fire was brought closer to his penis so that the flames often licked the reddened cockhead. As the gypsy's screams died down to a sob, Peter's shrieks accelerated both in volume and pitch as his prick blistered and scorched.

Johan looked down into the face of his second cousin just in time to see the terror in his eyes. A moment later, as the blade of the miniature guillotine was pushed by the husky Hans across Frank's throat, Johan saw the trickle of blood from his relative's nose and lips. Max had to come around and yank the severed head out of its mooring, dropping it to the ground.

A horrified Johan watched as the blood oozed over the bottom of the hole in the wall and down its front. Max noted that the remaining head, which Johan tried to extricate from its brick confinement, was able to move and that the neck wasn't glued to the mortar surrounding it.

The executioner produced a small switch (a garage door opener), aimed at the wall, and pressed the button to trigger the second guillotine. Johan gasped as the hydraulic piston shoved the blade against the back of his neck, and his expression was one of disbelief as the head tumbled off the wall and onto the ground next to his relative's.

Blood shot out of the opening. The children applauded and Max announced that this was how both of the beheadings should have gone. Oh, well. Sometimes there are glitches.

Nicholas, his blond hair glistening with a few drops of his companions' blood lay ready. Max worked some of the mortar loose around the Nordic demigod's torso. Then he stretched an elastic band with a harness from a pole in front of the wall and slipped it around the blond hunk's shoulders. This tugged the increasingly anxious man who was stopped from being flung out by the width of his hips, which wouldn't make it through the hole.

But Max solved this (after he face-fucked the blue blazes out of the adorable man). Another radio transmitting trigger was aimed at the wall and a sword whipped in a curve, slicing the masculine man's rippled abdomen clean through and separating the spine. To the delight of the spectators, the upper half of the mighty Germanic warrior was flung out of the wall, hurled past the pole, to land ten feet to the other side of the pole.

A few of the older spectators and tourists retched upon seeing entrails dangling from the hole in the wall and the half body lying on the ground. The kids just said, "That's so cool!", "Look at that!", and "Wow!"

Turning his attention back to the gypsy, the terminator blew smoke into the jug, driving the wasps back into their container. When the jug was removed, a painfully swollen and reddened cock made it look twice as thick as it originally did. Despite the sobs of the dangling man, Max handed small pistols to the kids and encouraged them to shoot their darts at the human target, who registered their hits with yelps, curses and screams.

Finally, when the small crowd was growing restless, he grabbed a spear gun and kept shooting the barbed projectiles into the man's legs, belly and chest. When the only movement was from the impact of the spears, he knew the man was dead.

Peter, his cock scorched, had nearly passed out from the pain. Before his male organ was turned into a crispy doggy treat, he, too, shot such a stream of semen that (had his cock dipped down) he would have been able to extinguish the fire beneath his prick. Alas, his fountain simply spewed onto the pavement behind the wall.

Some clanging noises behind him mad him turn his head, but he still couldn't determine what Max was doing. The spectators saw the muscled gay man wheel a contraption behind Peter and aim a long, cylindrical shaft of metal against the condemned man's family endowments.

The cold metal against the skin of his scrotum drove Peter nuts about what was going to happen to his nuts. Neither he nor the crowd was left in suspense for long. When Max turned the machine on, the motor's loud chugging vibrated the ground.

Then, he flipped a lever and engaged the piston. With its rapid-fire, repeated ramming against the soft glands, the pile-driver had the man jerking about so forcefully that the wall itself shook. Peter's last orgasm came just as his testicles were pulverized into a creamy slush. Having lost their shape from the jackhammer's blows, there was nothing to act as a cushion and, as Pete's scrotum was shredded and blood spurted down his legs, the piston head smashed against the wall, actually pushing one of the bricks a half of an inch back.

When Max flipped the lever again, the motor stayed on, but the piston stopped. Withdrawing the machine a few feet, he lowered the motor and tilted the apparatus, lining it up against Pete's anus. In horror, the slender man realized his terminator's intent and despite his pain, he tried to wriggle free.

However, Max was a professional. He affixed a tip to the end of the piston that looked almost like it was made from two arrowheads at right angles. It was made of metal, and the edges running down the sides were serrated into deeper and deeper crenellations as the triangle flared out. Placing a plastic tube over the apparatus, he held one arm around Peter's waist and guided the entire piston into the man's bowels.

When the lever was thrown, the piston ass-fucked poor Petie's rear with such force that, as he pulled slightly away from the wall, one could see the piston's form pressing out from his gut.

The piston was stopped and the German devil took out a simple pocket-knife. He carefully cut the plastic tubing so he could pull it out of Pete's intestines while leaving the metal parts inside. Cut and pull, cut and pull, until the sliced tube was only shredded pieces of plastic.

Petie groaned as he realized what was going to happen and felt the sharp metal nestled in his flesh. He was visibly shaking with fear as he stood, anticipating the worst, and wanting max to just get it over with. His major euphoria kicked in.

Grinning evilly, Max pulled the lever back and engaged the piston, but it moved more slowly, taking its time as the cutting barbs grabbed the tender lining of the intestinal wall. Heavenly agony wracked Peter's body as the pulse of the piston increased. The tip of the barbed end poked a hole in his abdomen about two inches above his navel, and the spectators could watch as the barbs grabbed skin and pulled it inside of his body.

Max pushed the machine forward slowly. The point moved outside of the body and began chipping at the stone until the loose brick was pushed out. Even though Peter had expired, he left the machine on for a while. After he did finally turn it off, he pulled the handsome man's hair back, exposing the slender neck. Using the same pocket knife he had used on the plastic tubing, and sliced the man's throat to make certain that the dead man was, indeed, fully, irrevocably, finally, and really dead.

It also made for a bloody show as the pent up fluid spilled out so abundantly, cascading over the naked shoulders and chest.

Max removed the machine to the other side of the wall and was tidying up some.

"Hey, you asshole, cocksucking gay bitch! What have you got for me?" Rudolph taunted. "Another boring guillotine. Yawn! Maybe I'm to starve to death and rot away, hey? Speaking of starving, I am starving. My stomach is rumbling."

"That isn't the only thing that's going to rumble your stomach."

Shoving Nicholas' torso aside with his foot, Max opened a panel on the upright pole. He manipulated a set of controls, and the audience looked up in amazement as a crane rose up behind the wall with a wrecking ball at the top. He maneuvered the ball to the front of the wall and lowered the ball slowly so it was positioned in front of Rudolph's firm, tan belly.

The German victim's eyes widened as he realized Max's intent. It took a while for the ball to swing in a wide enough arc and with enough momentum, but when it hit Rudolph, the ball was right on target, caving his empty stomach in--as well as his chest. It also knocked several of the bricks out. Several more times, the heavy ball bludgeoned the deceased man, pulverizing his legs and torso until the wall behind him collapsed.

The wrecking ball didn't stop. Max assaulted the wall until it was completely demolished. A crew of assistants (all straight guys, since gay men wouldn't take on such menial tasks) used bulldozers to haul the brick and flesh debris away.

As the crowd dissipated, they saw Max drive off in an eighteen wheeler completed with a new hood ornament--a terrified fat man tied to the huge, front grill.