The complete “A Glimpse into Hell” series - 5 books, 195 chapters, 1700 pages, 600K words of pure gore

by Garrett, Wade H.

  “Hollowing out his dick.”

  Kenneth had a look of disgust. “Why in the fuck would you do that?”

  “Because he didn’t have a problem pulling off that cat’s dick.”

  “I don’t even want to know what you’re planning on doing.”

  Seth pulled out the last piece of flesh, making Douglas’ penis just an empty shell. He sewed the end closed, then pushed the skin inside him. He looked at Kenneth and laughed. “What do you think of that?”

  “I… I’m not sure. What the hell is it?”

  “A pussy.”

  Kenneth shook his head.

  Seth grabbed Douglas’ empty ball sack and flopped it around. “A pussy with a grab handle. Brian and Casey are going to like this.”

  “Do I even want to know what you mean by that?”

  “Probably not.”

  Douglas had screamed so much that he had mucus all over his face. It was obvious he was a smoker because it was yellow. When he caught his composure, he glared at Seth and shouted, “You’re not going to get away with this, you sick piece of shit!”

  Seth secured a cable to his left ankle. “If you say so, pal.”

  He looked down at his crotch. “You’re going to get the electric chair for this, asshole!”

  “Not in Texas I’m not.”

  “You know what the fuck I mean!”

  Seth secured the other end to Brian’s right ankle. “How’s it going?”

  Brian was scared. “Please don’t hurt me.”

  “You don’t want a pussy like your buddy Dougly?”

  He started crying. He had watched Seth hollow out Douglas’ penis. “Please don’t do that to me! I beg you! I’ll do whatever you want.”

  “You’ll do whatever I want, you say? I’ll remember you said that.” Seth ran another cable from Brian’s left ankle to Casey’s right ankle. “And how are you doin’?”

  Casey had a horrified expression. “I’ll do whatever you want too if you don’t do that to me.”

  “That’s the spirit.” He ran a cable from Casey’s left ankle to an anchor in the floor.

  Kenneth was confused. “Why are you doing that?”

  “So they can’t run.”

  “But they’re strapped to the tables.”

  “For now, but I’m going to let them loose.”

  “Why?”

  “Not sure yet. Just kind of winging it.”

  “I thought you had a plan for everyone.”

  “I do, but ran into a kink with them. I was going to start off with microwaving their nuts until they popped, but since they lost the bet and don’t have any, I’ll have to come up with something else that’s creative.”

  Kenneth looked at Douglas’ crotch. “Well, you definitely came up with something creative. Are you going to do the same thing to the others?”

  “Naw, I don’t like to be repetitive. And besides, Douglas wants to be fucked like a bitch.”

  Kenneth’s eyes got big. “What? I know you ain’t gonna make them do some gay shit up in here.”

  Douglas was so angry his face was red. “Fuck you! I’ll kill your ass before that happens!”

  Seth thought for a moment, ignoring Douglas as he continued to bitch and make threats. He looked at Kenneth. “Now that I’ve thought of it, you’re right, it is sick.”

  “Thank God!”

  “That’s why you’re going to make them do it.”

  Kenneth laughed. “Sure, pal.”

  Seth dug through his bag, found some pills, then made Brian and Casey swallow them.

  Brain looked worried. “What did you just give me?”

  “Viagra.”

  Kenneth was shaking his head. “I know you’re not really serious about making them do some nasty shit.”

  Seth started writing on a piece of paper.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Working on something.”

  “What is it?”

  “Hold up. I’ll be done in a minute.”

  “Can I see it?”

  “Chill out. I’m almost done.”

  “Hurry up.”

  Fifteen minutes later he was done. He handed it to him. “That’s some Grammy shit there.”

  Kenneth’s eyes got big as he read it. “What the fuck is this shit?”

  “A song. It’s called the Dirty Sanchez.”

  “This is fuckin’ nasty.”

  “Of course. It’s for these assholes.”

  “Looks like a rap song.”

  “It’s kind of like a rap song I suppose. You do say the words instead of singing them.”

  “So, what are you planning on doing with it?”

  “You’re gonna perform it so they know what to do.”

  Kenneth glared at Seth. “Oh! I must know how to rap because I’m black. That shit’s fucked up.”

  “First off, I said it wasn’t a rap song, but if it was, weren’t you a rapper back in the day?”

  “Uh, maybe.”

  “So, don’t you think it’s appropriate to ask a former rapper to rap something?”

  Kenneth started laughing. “That was a long, long time ago. And how did you know about that shit?”

  Seth pulled out his cell phone and showed him a picture of a young black dude in eighties’ style clothes, an eraser head haircut, large star shaped glasses and enough jewelry to make Mr. T jealous. “Isn’t this you?”

  Kenneth laughed. “I ain’t admittin’ to a damn thing.”

  “Come on, Big Scrappy, you looked so cool back then.”

  “I haven’t heard that name in a long time.” He held up the piece of paper. “I’ll do this if you don’t bring that shit up again. And delete that damn picture.”

  Seth deleted it. “Done. I want you to do it like an old-time square dance call.”

  “Do I look like I know how to do that hillbilly shit?”

  “If you can rap, you can figure it out, partner.” Seth handed him a cowboy hat.

  “Seriously?”

  “Yeah. It’ll be funny.”

  “Fuck it.” Kenneth took off his head mirror and put on the hat.

  Seth looked at Douglas, Casey and Brian. “Whatever Kenneth is saying, your asses are going to do it. If you don’t, I’m going to whip your ass.” Seth picked up a whip. It was made up of a steel cable with a wooden handle. The end of the cable was laying inside a kiln and was glowing red-hot. He raised it up so they could see it. “This fucker here will light your asses up, so you better cooperate.”

  Casey and Brian didn’t say anything, but Douglas was still angry. “You can’t make me do shit, so you might as well go ahead and kill me!”

  Seth laughed. “That can be arranged, but you’re still going to get your freak on before I do.” Seth searched the Internet on his phone and found an old square dance tune. He set the phone on a table, then looked at Kenneth. “I’ve got your background music. It’s time to get this nasty ass square dance started. Go ahead and release the fuckers.”

  As Kenneth removed their restraints, Seth stood ready with the whip to ensure no one would try anything. When Kenneth was done, he stepped outside the cable’s reach.

  Seth turned on the music, then nodded towards Kenneth. “You’re up.”

  Kenneth looked at the paper, then shook his head. “I’m going to try my best with this shit.” He looked at the men. “All right, here we go. This is called the Dirty Sanchez. King of hearts, jack of spades, meet your partners, hope you fuckers don’t have AIDs. It’s in and out by nasty you go, Casey must stick his dick in Brian’s butthole.”

  The men just stood there. Seth shouted, “Do it, jackass!” as he struck Casey across the back with the whip. The red-hot cable burned a line across his flesh.

  Casey screamed as he fell to his knees.

  Seth struck him again. “I’m not stopping until you do it!”

  “Okay! Okay! What do you want me to do?”

  Seth looked at Kenneth. “I guess you’ll have to start from the top since these motherfuckers
don’t listen.”

  Kenneth shook his head. “King of hearts, jack of spades, meet your partners, hope you fuckers don’t have AIDs. It’s in and out by nasty you go, Casey must stick his dick in Brian’s butthole.”

  Casey started approaching Brian, but Brian pushed him back. Seth spun the whip around in the air, then struck Brian in the chest. “Bend over, asshat!”

  Brian tried to run away, but his cable jerked him back, causing him to fall on his face. Seth began whipping him all over his body as he rolled around on the floor, burning and ripping his flesh. He finally put his hands out and shouted, “Okay! I’ll do it!”

  Seth looked at Kenneth as he put the end of the cable back in the kiln. “Start over.”

  “King of hearts, jack of spades, meet your partners, hope you fuckers don’t have AIDs. It’s in and out by nasty you go, Casey must stick his dick in Brian’s butthole.”

  Casey was gagging as he rammed Brian doggy-style. Brian was making a strange facial expression as he cried.

  Kenneth was doing a good job keeping rhythm with the music as he read the square dance call. “Don’t take it out as you go. It’s home for your penis and do-si-do. Is it going to be the last time, I don’t know. Oh my gosh, you better not blow. Douglas, it’s time to plow, put your hand in Casey’s backdoor now.”

  Douglas just stood there, looking at Casey as he was pounding Brian. He looked at Seth. “You’re fucking nuts!”

  After Seth whipped him across his face, he got on his knees and started working his hand into Casey’s ass.

  Kenneth looked at the paper. “Three in a row, stroking each other’s butthole.” The paper said wait five minutes before progressing. Kenneth walked over to Seth. “This is fucking nasty.”

  “I wouldn’t know. I’m not watching because I’m not gay.”

  “I’m not fucking gay either!”

  “Just fuckin’ with you.”

  “You’re the one that came up with this shit!”

  Seth laughed. “I said I was just messing with you.”

  Kenneth shook his head as he glanced at the men. They were all gagging as they sodomized each other. “I’m going to step on in the hallway for a moment.”

  “For what? To jack off?”

  “I’m not even going to acknowledge that.” He walked off.

  Eight minutes later Kenneth came back, noticing the men were all crying and Brian’s back was covered with some kind of brownish substance. He sat next to Seth. “What’s been happening?”

  “Just love making.”

  “What’s Brian covered in?”

  “Casey got so worked up with excitement he puked.”

  “I doubt it was from excitement.”

  Seth looked at his watch. “That’s probably long enough. Go ahead and move on.”

  Kenneth walked over to the men as they were stroking each other. “Pull out your cock and hand now, wipe that shit off on your partner’s brow.”

  The men didn’t argue as they wiped shit across each other’s forehead.

  “Casey, put your dick in Douglas’ pussy, stroke it and make it moist and juicy. Rooty tooty fresh ‘n fruity, Brian get ready, stick it in Casey’s booty.” The paper said wait a few minutes so Casey could break in Douglas’ new snatch. Kenneth looked away as the men were pounding each other in a sex train position. He waited until the time was up, then started back. “Take that dick, Casey the queer, stick it in Douglas’ rear. You’ve swapped partners, keep stroking those asses, you anal warriors. It’s in and out by nasty you go, time to pull them out the butthole. Move them to your partner’s mouth, keep on going, carry on so. It’s a new home for your penis and do-si-do. Making a mess, shit smearing around your mouth, giving you a dirty Sanchez.” Kenneth tossed the paper onto the floor and walked over to Seth. “I can’t believe I was a part of this. I’m never going to get those images out of my head.”

  “How do you think they feel?”

  The men were sitting on the floor with shit covered mouths, holding their head down in shame. The group on the balcony were being quiet. They had witnessed a very grotesque act.

  Triple Hole Threat

  Seth struck Brian with the whip.

  He screamed for a moment, then shouted, “I did what you said! Why did you fucking hit me?”

  “I want you to rip off your dick.”

  “You’re fucking….”

  Seth struck him again.

  “I can’t….”

  He struck him again.

  His body was bruised, and the skin torn and covered in charred marks. The pain from the whip was agonizing, and with each strike it got worse. “Why are you doing this?”

  “Because you thought it was okay to rip off that cat’s dick. Now you’re going to rip yours off.” Seth struck him again.

  “I’m sorry for….”

  Seth struck him again. “Do it, asshole!”

  He grabbed his penis and started stretching it. As soon as the skin tore, he let go. “Please….”

  Seth struck him across the face, busting open his left eye. He screamed as he rolled around on the floor holding his hand over it.

  Seth struck him again. “Stop fucking around and do it!”

  He grabbed his penis and started stretching it. When it was about three times its normal length, it tore off at the base. Blood vessels and a short section of his urethra were hanging out of the bloody wound. He fell on his side and started crying as he held his hands over his crotch.

  Seth struck Casey as he yelled, “Pull off your fucking dick!”

  Casey curled up in the fetal position on his left side as he shouted, “Oh my God! Please don’t make me do it! I beg you! Please have mercy!”

  Seth started hitting him over and over across his right side. After twenty or so blows, so much of his flesh had been removed that his ribcage was starting to show. He finally couldn’t take the pain anymore and started pulling on his penis. He screamed with everything he had as it ripped from his body.

  When Seth turned to Douglas, Douglas had a smug expression, knowing he didn’t have a penis to pull off.

  Seth shrugged his shoulders. “I guess you’re going to have to rip off your empty ball sack.”

  Douglas didn’t need any motivation after seeing what happened to the others. He screamed as he tugged on it. The skin was tough and he was having a difficult time tearing it. He was stretching his sack almost twice its length, but it wasn’t budging. He finally sunk his fingertips into the base of it. After he tore a small hole in it, he was able to rip the skin. His sack came off in one piece. Seth motioned with his fingers. “Toss it over here.”

  Douglas was pale and looked as if he was going to pass out. He tossed the sack next to Seth’s feet, then fell on his side. Seth picked it up and looked at Kenneth. “Can I have it?”

  Kenneth shrugged his shoulders. “Uh, sure. But why?”

  “They make great coin pouches.”

  “I hope you’re joking.”

  “Of course, I am.” He stuck it in his coat pocket. “But I’ll keep it, just in case.” He smiled.

  Kenneth shook his head. “Dude, after the shit I’ve seen, I really don’t care what you make out of it.”

  Seth raised the whip. “Y’all get back on your tables.”

  The men didn’t argue as they crawled on top of them.

  Seth looked at Kenneth. “Strap them down. And do it quickly before they bleed to death.”

  After Kenneth strapped down Brian, Seth came over to him with a torch. “You might want to piss before I seal your hole closed. Otherwise your bladder could rupture.”

  Brian was in a state of shock as he stared at the ceiling.

  “Okeydokey.” Seth started burning his stub. His pubic hair caught fire, causing a foul odor to fill the air. The pain was so intense that he shit himself. Seth laughed. “I said pee, not defecate.” Seth moved over to Casey. “What about you. Do you need to piss before I close you up?”

  He was crying. “Oh my God! Please don’t do this
to me! You said you weren’t going to kill me.”

  “I’m not.” Seth lit the torch and started burning his bloody wound. Casey’s body violently shook as he endured the pain. When he was done, he went over to Douglas. “You’re up, pal.”

  Douglas was angry. “Fuck you!”

  “Why are you so mad? I’m trying to save your life, you ungrateful bastard.”

  He glared at Seth, knowing he was being sarcastic. “Screw you, you fucking faggot!”

  “Faggot?”

  “Yeah. You get off on watching men fuck each other.”

  “I didn’t see you complaining when Casey was pounding your holes. All you had to do was say no.”

  “You were fucking whipping me!”

  “Did you ever say no?”

  “I… Uh….”

  “Well?”

  “I don’t think so. But I didn’t want to do it. You know that.”

  “No I didn’t. And ‘no’ means ‘no’. Everyone knows that, except for rapists and molesters. And you never said it. So, that means you really wanted to.” Seth laughed. “So, who’s really the fag?”

  “Fuck you! You had no right to make me do that! And you had no right to fuck up my dick and make me rip off my fucking balls.”

  “Sack.”

  “What?”

  “You didn’t have any balls.”

  He became irate, spraying slobber as he shouted, “You can go to Hell! Fuck you, you fucking piece of shit!” He smiled sarcastically. “And by the way, you can do whatever you want to me! I don’t give a shit anymore!”

  “Great attitude.”

  “Fuck you!”

  Seth looked at Kenneth. “Help me flip him over.”

  After they laid him on his stomach and strapped him down, Seth showed Douglas a large cylindrical device with a long flexible hose on one end and a handle on the other end. It kind of looked like a hand-operated air pump. “I have a surprise for you. Since you microwaved that cat, and I don’t have one big enough to put you in, I came up with something that will give you the same kind of pain.” He shoved the hose up his ass about four feet, then started pumping the handle.