This is a reupload of a story I wrote on a now defunct account. I'm going to work through some of my older stories and tweak them into "director's cuts". I hope you enjoy!

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The air was thick with excitement and eroticism as the crowd within the club seemed to pulse with energy. Every corner was alive with hot young men laughing, drinking, dancing - all sharing a single desire to lose themselves in the moment. But it was the bathroom that held the true allure, with its shroud of secrecy and the promise of forbidden pleasures lurking just beyond the closed doors through the glory holes in every stall wall.

A dark figure made their way towards the restroom, his gaze shifting between the swaying hips and the flashing neon lights that illuminated the crowded, heaving space. His head was low, he knew just how to avoid the CCTV cameras scattered around the premises.

There was something about the smell of sweat and arousal that permeated the air here that the stranger found almost intoxicating. As he approached the restroom, he could feel his thick cock hardening against his thigh, throbbing in anticipation of the depraved act he was about to commit.

He entered the dimly lit restroom and fell into a crouch, checking under the stalls for any feet. Empty. He selected a solitary cubicle, the one farthest from the door, where the faint glow of the emergency exit sign cast a gloomy reflection upon the floor.

As he sat down on the toilet seat, he looked to his left, staring into the ragged hole cut in the cubicle wall at waist height, thin strips of duct tape lining the orifice to try and lessen the chance of splinters. A classic glory hole. The soft rustle of his leather jacket and tight jeans as he shifted on the seat filled the silent space, the only sound to be heard.

It wasn't long before his victim entered the restroom, his steps echoing through the empty stalls. The stranger followed his movements closely by ear, studying his approach. The newcomer was peeking under the stalls, just like he had minutes before. When the man stepped into the stall adjacent to his own, the stranger couldn't resist a wicked smile. His hands trembled as he rubbed at the bulge in his jeans, anticipating the inevitable.

He couldn't wait any longer, standing up and stepping towards the edge of his stall. He was going to initiate, his heart racing as he ignored the risk of the coming encounter.

"Hey there," he whispered seductively, causing the unsuspecting victim to turn around, curious yet cautious as he eyed the dark hole in the stall from which the voice emanated.

His heart raced, his cock twitching with anticipation. The thought of the stranger hidden behind the partition sent shivers down his spine.

“Want your cock sucked?" the stranger asked, low and husky. The words snuck through the gloryhole to his victim’s ears, piquing his interest and hardening his dick.

"Yes," he responded, his voice wavering with a mixture of fear and arousal. The stranger couldn't help but smirk, knowing that he'd gotten this man hooked.

The dark figure grinned as he saw the head of the newcomer's shining glans poke slowly through the glory hole, followed by the thick length of his shaft.

“Your balls too, don't you want them sucked?”

He waited patiently, watching as the man in the next stall awkwardly worked one, then both of his plump, shaven testicles through the tight hole.

The stranger smiled, a wicked gleam in his eye as he took hold of the other man's balls. With one swift motion, he squeezed them tightly, feeling the warm, moist flesh of the man's scrotum in his hand. The victim gasped, his whole body tensing as he tried to suppress the painful sensation that coursed through his groin.

“That's… that's too hard!” The other man protested, his whispered words coming as a breathy croak as he felt his tender manhood being squeezed.

Unfazed, the stranger continued to torture the man's vulnerable flesh, rolling the firm orbs in the wrinkled sack between his clenched fingers like a stress toy. His grip tightened further, causing the other man to let out a muffled, high-pitched cry.

"Oh, you like that, don't you?" the stranger whispered seductively, the sinister undertone in his voice sending shivers down the victim's spine. "You really should be careful where you stick your manhood my friend."

The other man could only whimper in response. He bucked weakly against the cubicle wall, unable to tear his tender flesh from the stranger's iron grip. Despite his peril, the victim cock grew harder still, a natural reaction as the blood flowed to his tortured groin. Despite the pain, his body was betraying him, the thrill of danger and domination giving him the hardest boner of his young life.

The victim was unable to resist the call of darkness, found himself compelled to push past the boundaries of fear and indulge in the decadent desires of his subconscious. He bucked his hips against the wall, his turgid cock swinging above his swelling gonads. The stranger, emboldened by the man's willingness to submit, used his free hand to unfasten his own pants, allowing his own erect member to spring free from his trousers. It stood tall and proud, the tip wet with anticipation, waiting eagerly to claim its prize.

“When you get to the hospital,” the stranger whispered, his fingers digging into his victim's sexual organs like the jaws of life, “tell them the Gloryhole Bandit sent you.”

The stranger's cubicle echoed with a wet squelch as the other man's nuts exploded in his palm. A soprano scream filled the adjoining cubicle as the victim felt and understood his castration. Despite the destruction of his brutalized bollocks, the victim's cock erupted, sending thick ropes of cum blasting forth, the thick cream falling and pooling thickly on the tiles below. The stranger moved quickly, jacking his own cock furiously as he held the other man tightly by his ruined sack, the remnants of his once proud testicles leaking between his fingers.

With a grunt the stranger stood and turned towards the gloryhole, breathing heavily emptied his own firm balls all over the clubber's mushy sack and rapidly deflating cock as he felt his victim buck and writhe in the other side of the wall. He finally released him, the victim slumping to the floor with a thump on the other side as he mewled weakly.

Within seconds the Gloryhole Bandit was gone, disappearing into the thick crowds outside while his victim sank to the cold floor, clutching his ruptured orbs. Too late, his screams resumed, drowned out by the heavy bass and treble of the music which pumped from countless speakers.

The echo of his footsteps faded as he disappeared into the night, leaving behind the trail of blood and semen as evidence of his devastating presence. Howls of anguish wailed from the restroom, causing some of the clubbers to look up in alarm.

"Sounds like the Glory Hole bandit has struck again..." murmured one dancer with a small smile. XXX

Detective Dick Palmer looked at the victim lying weakly on the hospital bed, wincing in pain as he shifted his weight. The once-promising young man now bore a permanent reminder of his encounter with the infamous Glory Hole Bandit, a pair of ruined testicles.

"You know why I'm here, right?" Detective Palmer began, leaning forward slightly in his chair, his expression remaining neutral.

The victim nodded hesitantly, swallowing hard. His eyes flickered nervously as they met Detective Palmer's piercing gaze. "I... I think so," he managed to stammer, his throat dry with fear.

Detective Palmer took a deep breath, composing himself. "Tell me, how did you meet this individual? Do you remember anything about their appearance? Their voice?"

The victim shifted uncomfortably in his hospital bed, trying to find the right words. "I... I can't really remember much apart from the pain. I never saw his face, or any part of him."

"I guess it's too late to lecture you on the dangers of sticking your cock where you shouldn't." Palmer quipped.

The young man looked up at him, his eyes flashing with a brief glimmer of hope.

"Do you think you'll catch him Detective?"

"I'm sorry son," Palmer said gravely, looking down at the handsome eunuch, "It's pretty fucking unlikely."

They were interrupted by an attractive young nurse, who approached the detective with a plastic bag, containing a small plastic container. She bit her bottom lip as she looked at the castrated patient, then the detective. If Palmer didn't know better, she might think the pretty blonde might be fighting the signs of arousal as she contemplated the bedridden man’s fate.

"DNA Detective," she whispered, looking down with mock pity at her emasculated patient, "we recovered it from his penis and umm… what's left of his scrotum, it looks like the Bandit might have actually ejaculated over the patient after castrating him..."

Palmer smiled and stuffed it into his pocket carelessly, "Thankyou my dear, I'll be sure we follow every lead."

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The bar was teeming with life, bodies pressed together in close proximity, hands wandering across muscled shoulders and bare skin. The scent of sex and sweat hung heavy in the air, as if to emphasize the inherent lust of those gathered. Among the crowd, the dark stranger navigated with ease, moving gracefully through the chaos with a sense of confidence and power. He headed, as always, straight to the bathroom, his cock already pulsing against his thigh.

The crowd here was wild tonight, people getting fucked against walls, sucking each other off in corners, it was a veritable orgy. And there he was, amidst the chaos, the mysterious stranger. His eyes scanned the room, searching for his next target.

A group of young men almost bumped into him as they left the toilets, drunk and horny, they were joking among themselves about the thrill of having just sucked each other off without crossing paths with the now infamous "Gloryhole Bandit".

The next few won't be so lucky, the stranger smiled, taking a seat in the central stall. He didn't have to wait long before a hard dick slid through the hole at his eye level. He took a firm grasp on it, tugging gently until the man's plump nuts popped through the hole beneath his shaft. Immediately he released the man's cock and seized his balls, like a trap springing shut around a wild animal’s limb.

The poor victim, who had been eagerly awaiting a sloppy blowjob, suddenly realized what was happening and his eyes widened in horror.

“Oh God no, you're him aren't you? You're the Bandit…”

The Bandit chuckled, savoring the terror in the man's voice as he started to squeeze, his victim's escape halted by the vice-like hand on his most treasured possessions.

"You want this don't you?" he whispered in a low, menacing tone, making sure his intentions were clear. The man groaned, tears streaming down his cheeks as he pleaded for mercy. The stranger laughed darkly, amused by the sheer panic that he had instantly instilled in the man.

With a cruel grin, he began to tighten his grip on the man's exposed nuts, slowly applying pressure. The man writhed in agony, begging for mercy. "Please, stop!" he cried, tears streaming down his face. “You're going to pop them!”

The stranger paused, his voice dripping with malice. "What's the matter, little darling? Are you not enjoying the pain, were you expecting something else?” He tightened his grip even further, his calloused fingers digging into the man's delicate flesh.

The poor soul whimpered and shook violently, tears streaming down his face as he tried to endure the excruciating pain. The stranger grinned maliciously, relishing in the torment he was causing.

"Please, my balls…" the man whimpered, his voice cracking under the strain. "Have mercy."

The stranger's grin only widened as he heard the man's plea. "Mercy? Is that what you want?" He purred, a devilish glint in his eyes. "There's no mercy here."

The man's balls burst suddenly in his hand like overripe fruit, turning to mush in his tortured sack. The stranger continued to apply pressure, milking every last drop of the man's manhood as he struggled helplessly.

"My balls! MY BALLS!" the man cried. But the stranger only smiled, reveling in the power he had over the hapless victim. As the man's cries faded into whimpers, the stranger released his grip, allowing the victim to collapse weakly onto the ground.

Shaking off the remnants of his victim's ruined testicles, the stranger swiftly retreated from the restroom and back into the crowd, becoming nothing more than a shadow among the sea of anonymous faces.

Outside the club, the Gloryhole Bandit emerged until the cool night air and slipped into a nearby alley just as his phone began to vibrate. Wiping the remnants of his victims' manhood from his hands, he looked around before answering.

"This is Detective Palmer," the Bandit smiled, already guessing the purpose of the phone call as he heard sirens in the distance. "Another victim? Where? Alright, I'm already in the area. Yeah, I'll meet you at the hospital."

The Bandit smiled and ended the call. Somehow he suspected this crime would also go unpunished…

The End