It was dark in the bar, the odour of stale beer, cigarette smoke, male sweat and dick snot lingered in the air. A reminder of good time's gone by and a promise of good times still to come.

The Dungeon, is the most frequented Gay bar in Liberty City, California. It is a BDSM Leather bar, with an anything goes, short of murder, drugs, pedophilia and serious bodily injury, policy.

Alfie, the illustrious owner had been a national football hero. He retired from pro football at the ripe old age of 32, with a tidy nest egg. A considerable amount of that nest egg was sunk into designing and building the finest leather bar in the entire U S of A. It was located smack dab in the center of 2000 acres of land, surrounded by an 18 hole Pro Golf Course, which he also owned.

Alfie had bought the land quietly, bit by bit, while still playing football. At the time he purchased, the property was outside the city limits and was zoned farm land. But the city had grown, the land was now within the city limits. Alfie applied to get it rezoned Commercial/Residential. The petition was successful and Alfie never looked back.

Alfie was no fool when it came to money matters. He had invested his football earnings wisely and this, combined with a solid business sense had made him a millionaire many times over.

The bar boasted all of the latest and finest quality BDSM equipment available. Some pieces were unique, designed by Alfie and built in a local metal shop. A master leather craftsman was hired full time just to maintain all of the leather gear and craft new as needed.

There was a locker/change room with a rental booth. Customers could rent the latest leather, rubber, latex and lycre paraphernalia as well as any kind of bondage equipment imaginable to indulge in an evening of fun and games This proved to be very popular, considering the cost of purchasing the equipment for home use.

The bar consisted of 10,000 feet of floor space. The stage at the far end had an electric ramp that could be extended out 100 feet from the stage. It was mainly used for dog shows.

Thirty-five kennels, complete with flaps to allow the occupants to exit to a 10 foot dog run had been built along one wall. The dogs which occupied these runs were not of the furry variety, they were all of the species Homo Sapiens. A Master could bring his favorite pet or pets, lock them in the kennel and not worry while he enjoyed himself.

Other than on Dog Show nights, the pets were fair game for patrons. They could torment the dogs to their hearts content through the bars of the cages.

For a fee, which had to be negotiated with the dogs Master, a patron could arrange for special considerations. Everything from walking the dog to screwing or being screwed.

The Master was required, by house rules, to pass over 10% of all such transactions to the house. These funds helped defray the cost of keeping the kennels and dog runs clean and disinfected. Alfie did not levi any other charges for use of the kennels, therefore the 10% was shown on the books as kennel fees.

There were also 10 private rooms, accessed from a hallway that also led to the toilets. For a small fee guests could have a one on one or even a group affair. Each room was very well equipped for BDSM, it was a rare night when the rooms weren't fully booked.

Alfie was a strapping 6'2, weighing in at close to three hundred pounds in his bare feet. There was not a shred of fat anywhere on his body. A fitness nut, he spent eight hours of each and every day in Alfie's Body Pride Fitness Center. Alfie owned this as well and built it at the same time he built the bar. The two establishments were separated by Alfie's home. A two story ranch style house attached to the bar on the left and the Fitness Center on the right by short, enclosed walkways.

He had built the home 10 years before his retirement, as a place to get away during his off times from football. Being located outside town he had lots of peace and quiet.

The plans for the bar and fitness centre took root during those off times. He started acquiring the land and thinking about what he wanted. He explained his ideas to an architect friend and soon had a set of blueprints.

Construction of the bar and fitness center began eight months before he announced his retirement. The retirement announcement was made the same day he opened The Dungeon and Fitness Center for business.

Liberty City is very tolerant and leaves Alfie pretty much alone. The odd plain clothes cop visits from time to time, looking mainly for drugs and underage boys. The patrons all know the policy and they are scared stiff of Alfie and his bouncers. No one would dare bring drugs into his place. Not since Creepy Leonard had tried it about ten years ago.

Creepy Leonard was a nickel man and had thought he was smarter than Alfie and his bouncers. However, two minutes after entering the bar, Creepy Leonard was whisked to the whipping room. He was stripped naked and hanging upside down by his ankles before he could even yell for help.

Alfie ordered that he be kept strung up for five full days. His wrists were also cuffed and chained. When he was not being beaten or washed, the chains attached to his cuffs were tightened and he ended up spread eagle, about five feet off the floor, face down. This put tremendous strain on the shoulder and chest muscles, after a short period this became very painful.

The duty bouncers and off hour security staff had a hell of a good time whipping Leonard with a thick leather strap for a full ten minutes, every hour on the hour, during the entire five days.

Leonard began to look forward to the beatings because his front end was lowered taking the strain off his chest and shoulders. The strap was preferable to the agony he suffered while stretched out.

He was fed once a day, dried dog kibble that one or more of the staff had pissed in to soften. At first Leonard refused to eat, however he quickly discovered that he liked the food much more than having his nuts squeezed.

Poor Leonard found himself constantly thirsty. His cries for water were sometimes answered by a kind hearted staff member. They would piss in Leonard's dog dish and hold that up to his face and let him drink to his hearts content. For some reason beyond Leonard's ability to understand, this never seemed to quench his thirst.

First thing every morning one of the bouncers came in to wash him. They used cold water, strong disinfectant soap and a scrubbing brush. Leonard kicked and screamed throughout the entire bath. The bouncers were not exactly what you would call gentle. After a thorough scrubbing, a hose was used to wash away the soap.

This was the only time Leonard did not like hanging from his ankles. The bouncers had found that it was much easier to rinse him if he was hanging straight down. The hose was always on full force and besides being extremely cold it hurt something awful when it struck his unprotected skin and most particularly when turned against his nuts.

He screamed and he cried and he begged to be released. But no one listened. No one talked to him, they just came in and did what was required, then left.

There was one small benefit to the cold water wash downs but Leonard didn't discover it till the fourth day, so really didn't get much advantage from it. The water used to hose him down was fresh and cold. After the soap had rinsed off, he could open his mouth and get lots of cool, clear water to help quench his never ending thirst.

On the last day, Alfie himself entered the torture chamber.

"Well Leonard have you learned your lesson or do you require more convincing?" he asked gruffly.

"I swear Alfie, I won't sell drugs no more, no Sir, no more. Please don't let them hurt me anymore. I promise Alfie I won't ever sell drugs no more." poor Leonard wanted down so badly he would have sold his own mother to achieve it.

"We are going to let you down Leonard and you are going to walk to that chair over by the wall, do you see it?" Alfie asked in a gentler voice.

"Yes, Sir, Alfie, I see it." he stammered.

"Now once you are in that chair we are going to strap you down good and tight. Your legs are going to be spread wide open and I am going to perform a little surgery on you." Alfie continued in the gentle voice.

"Please don't hurt me no more Alfie, I promise I won't sell no more drugs." he pleaded.

"This ain't going to hurt very much, but it is going to be a lesson that you will never forget, Leonard. You knew my rules and you ignored them. I don't take kindly to anyone that ignores my rules."

"I was stupid, Alfie. I won't do it again, please don't hurt me no more." poor Leonard was crying now.

"Just one more little bit of pain and then you can go home Leonard. I am going to castrate you, Leonard. When you leave here you won't be a man any longer, you will be ball less. You will still be able to fuck, Leonard, but you won't be able to make any semen. You will also have to make arrangements with a doctor to get male hormone shots on a regular basis if you want to continue to look and feel like a man." Alfie explained to the now shaking Leonard.

Two of the bouncers entered the room.

"Ok, let him down." he said.

"Remember Leonard, you get yourself right over to that chair or I will have the boys string you back up."

Once he was down and the chains removed, Leonard made a bee line for the chair. But it was not easy. His arms wouldn't work properly and he found he couldn't get up on his feet so he crawled as best he could. He was more afraid of being strung back up then losing his nuts. Even the pain he was experiencing in his arms and legs was preferable to being strung back up. He was a pathetic sight.

He had trouble trying to get up onto the padded chair and finally had to give up. It was impossible, his muscles were all knotted up and the lack of proper food had weakened him severely. Once he realized the futility of trying, he folded himself into the fetal position on the floor beside the chair and began to cry uncontrollably.

"I am sorry Alfie, I just don't have the strength to get up there, please don't string me back up. I tried Alfie, I really tried." he cried over and over.

He was so pathetic that Alfie had second thoughts about what he had planned to do. But only for a moment, he resolved that if he wanted to keep drugs out of his bar he would have to set an example. No, the pathetic little bastard was going to have to loose his nuts and that was all there was too it.

The soft spot in his heart did resurface though. Alfie did have a local nerve killer. He decided that there really was no reason to make the poor bugger feel his nuts being cut off.

Leonard's legs were strapped to stirrups, raised up and spread wide. A pillow was pushed under his rump. His cock and balls were now fully exposed. Alfie quickly injected the anesthetic into Leonard's nut sack.

One of the bouncers, his name was Jack, used a pair of electric clippers to remove all the hair from his nuts and just for the hell of it he also did Leonard's pubs.

The other bouncer, Frank, brought a shaving cup and brush and proceeded to soap him up good. A safety razor was then used to shave away the stubble left by the clippers. A cloth dipped in warm water was used to wipe away the soap, then he was dried good with a towel.

Leonard's dick was then pulled up against his pubs and taped down so it wouldn't get in the way. Frank placed a disposable surgical mask over his nose and mouth. He snapped on a pair of sterilized latex gloves and picked up a small dish of a brownish coloured liquid from a tray all covered in green cloths.

A sterilized gauze pad was then used to completely wet down Leonard's nuts with the brown liquid. To make sure the entire field was germ free Leonard's dick, pubs and his inner thighs were also soaked down.

Sterilized cloths were then draped over everything but his nuts. Alfie placed a disposable surgical mask over his mouth and nose then snapped on a pair of the latex gloves. He sat down on a stool between Leonard's legs ready to begin.

"You will not feel anything Leonard, I have frozen your nut sack. Lay quietly and try not to move around, everything will be ok." Alfie said to the still shaking Leonard.

Alfie lifted Leonard's nut sack with his left hand and forced the nuts to the bottom of the sack. Frank with a fresh pair of latex gloves, picked up a scalpel from the sterilized tray and handed it to Alfie.

Alfie made a small incision over the left nut, then handed the scalpel back to Frank who placed it in the discard tray. None of the instruments would be used more than once. Alfie wanted to keep the risk of infection as low as possible.

Using both hands, he popped the left nut from the sack. It looked like a stone from a purple plum. There was not much blood and what there was just dripped down to the cloth on the chair between Leonard's legs.

"Suture." he said and was handed a very fine silk thread.

Alfie quickly and expertly tied off the, Vas Deferens, the tube that carries the semen from the testicle to the prostate. He then called for the scissors and snipped the ends of the thread off making sure he had both discarded ends.

Finally he snipped the Vas Deferens, about an eighth of an inch below the suture. Jack also in mask and gloves held a glass jar with a clear liquid. Alfie dropped the excised testicle into the jar.

Frank then handed Alfie a curved needle with fine silk already threaded. In no time at all he had the small incision stitched up. He handed the needle back and it joined the other instruments in the discard tray.

"One gone Leonard, one to go. How are you doing?" Alfie asked solicitously.

"Please don't hurt me, I won't sell drugs no more. I promise Alfie, please don't hurt me." was all poor Leonard could say.

Alfie sat back for a moment, feeling like shit. Was he making a mistake here? Leonard was behaving like a little child, he should be screaming and hollering and threatening to get even. Instead he was whimpering about not being hurt.

Alfie was unsure whether he should continue.

"Are we wasting our time, Frank?" he asked.

"Huh?" Frank replied confused by the question.

"Well look at him. He is pathetic. He should be cursing and threatening revenge. Instead he is crying about not being hurt. It's his fucking employer I should be castrating, not him."

"Ya, he is a pathetic little prick. But he knew the rules, Alfie. Everyone in town knows the rules. He broke the rules and he must pay the price. It is your decision Alfie, but quite frankly I think you should continue." Frank replied seriously.

Alfie thought for a few more minutes then made his decision.

"Scalpel." he said, grasping Leonard's remaining testicle.

Once he had removed the second testicle, Alfie got up wearily from the stool and looked down at the pathetic Leonard, still shaking and crying.

"Leonard," he said softly, the way you would talk to a crying child.

"It's all over Leonard. No more pain, I promise. Frank and Jack are going to clean you up then we are going to put you in a nice soft bed and you can sleep for a while, ok?"

"Please don't hurt me no more, Alfie, I won't sell any drugs. I promise Alfie, no drugs, I won't sell drugs. Please don't hurt me." he kept repeating over and over.

"He's right out of it guys. Get him cleaned up and down to the room. Give him a shot to put him to sleep. He should be ok after a good rest." Alfie instructed then left the room.

Leonard recovered ok. A couple of days of first rate care and Leonard was in good shape. He was not happy about having lost his nuts, but Alfie explained the facts of life. He was never to enter the bar again nor was he to lodge a complaint with the police. If he did, he would be picked up and brought back. He would be hanged for a month then taken out into the woods and buried alive. Leonard believed him. The word spread and no drug dealer had ever entered Alfie's again.

The cops got word of what Alfie had done and paid him a visit. The two were the top men in the drug squad. Captain Jefferson Davis Dinkman and Detective Sergeant Fred Robinson. They entered the bar on a lazy Wednesday afternoon, a week after Crazy Leonard had been set free.

Captain Dinkman or Dave, as he preferred to be called, was carrying a plastic shopping bag. They were both in business suits, Terry, the day bar man knew both men and respected them. He pressed the buzzer that would alert Alfie over in the Fitness Center that something was going down in the bar.

"Good day Captain Dinkman, Sgt. Robinson, I suppose you would like to see Alfie?" Terry asked the two cops politely.

"Yes, is he in Terry?" the tall, lean Captain asked.

"Yes Sir, he will be here in just a moment. Would you care to wait for him in his office?" Terry asked.

"Yes that would be fine." the captain replied.

Terry led them to a door right behind the bar. Alfie was just entering the office as Terry ushered the two cops in. Alfie's office was not that big, but it was furnished in comfortable furnishings. The office was spotlessly clean, neat and tidy. Alfie did not like dirt, grime or disorder.

"Afternoon Alfie." Captain Dinkman greeted holding out his right hand.

"Been a while, how's business." he asked in a friendly manner.

"Hi Dave, hi Fred, been damned good, both the bar and the center. Please excuse me if I smell a bit, was in the center working out when I got the buzz. What's up Dave?" Alfie asked amiably.

"We brought you a little present, Alfie. As you are aware the Drug Squad works their asses off trying to get rid of the fucking Drug dealers. We win some, we loose some. Seems lately though we have been loosing more than winning." he lamented.

"Well the word on the street is that you kicked that bum Creepy Leonard out of your bar and gave him a very succinct warning never to return. At the same time it sent a message to the community to stay away from The Dungeon if you are carrying. You are highly respected in town so this has had a very positive effect." he said with a smirk and a wink.

Alfie just grinned, waiting to hear where this was going. He was not worried. Leonard wouldn't dare lodge a complaint, nor would he testify if someone else did.

"Well to make a long story short, the boys in the Drug Squad wanted to give you a little present, something to let you know how much we appreciate citizens that help the police and the community control the drug trade." he continued.

He hefted the plastic bag onto the table, reached in and pulled out a cardboard box about 8 inches by 12 inches. He placed it on the desk and opened it up. Reaching in, he pulled out a small trophy made of mahogany. It had a base and a solid back. Sticking out and hanging down from that back plate was a set of golden balls, male, not golf.

"Alfie, on behalf of the Drug Squad we would like to present you with the very first, Golden Balls Award. It reads, "Presented to Alfie Blackmoor in recognition of services rendered to the community." Dave read out loud and handed the trophy to Alfie while Fred took a photo of the presentation.

"We decided on the Golden Balls Award because they are now calling Crazy Leonard, No Balls Leonard, can not imagine why." he stopped, smiled, then continued, "The name had a nice ring so we went with it."

"Ah heck Dave, you guys didn't have to do this." Alfie blushed.

"Why not Alfie, you run a tight ship and the police department has never had a problem here. It is just too bad more bars don't operate like this, we would have a better city if they did."

"Well Dave I am really proud of this little award and I am going to have a special cabinet constructed and placed out in the bar where everyone can see it. Maybe it will help keep the message alive." Alfie said still a little bit overwhelmed by it all.

"But the name is perfect, Crazy Leonard certainly doesn't have the balls to come in here anymore." Alfie added wondering just how much Dave and Fred really knew.

"Now what would you like to drink?" Alfie asked.

The cabinet was built and installed within two days. The trophy has been there ever since, a reminder to all, no drugs in this bar. Right below the trophy, resting on its own glass shelf is a glass jar. Inside the jar, in clear liquid rest two small round orbs with what looks like a little piece of string dangling from each.

There is nothing to indicate what the orbs are, or why they are there. When Terry or any of the staff are asked by patrons they just shrug their shoulders and say:

"Could be a pair of balls for all I know. Alfie won't tell us." then they drop the subject.

To be continued.

This story � by Rob Allie, 2003, all rights reserved.

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