Warning - Contains castration, murder and mayhem - A work of fiction, all characters are over 21. Agent 69 never failed to hit his mark. His talent for testicular trauma made him popular amongst clients seeking a very specific type of revenge. For his clients, a quick assassination was too easy, instead his high fee ensured the most humiliating type of punishment would be doled out to his targets. His current client had suffered at the hands of a rich CEO and his two bodyguards, a shameful night of torture and shame. But this victim had resources, money to seek her revenge, and now 69 found himself parked outside a large office block, tucked away in a quiet industrial area on a moonlit night. Agent 69 took aim from the backseat of his black sedan, his suppressed rifle leaning against the frame of the rear door. The cross hairs settled on a handsome face and 69 recognised the first of the CEOs bodyguards, his face committed to memory during 69’s planning phase. He slowly trailed the sights down over the guard's muscular body, contained beneath a smart grey suit. The crosshairs stopped when they settled over the plump bulge in the man's tight slacks. Agent 69 squeezed the trigger gently, felt the rifle kick as the subsonic round left the barrel with a quiet thwip. He never missed, and watched through the scope as the man fell to his knees, hands clutching at the dark stain that spread across the front of his grey pants. 69 felt his arousal grow as he felt the rush that came with going after another man’s most sacred organs. 69 stashed the rifle and exited the car, closing the door softly as he hurried across the parking lot to check on the guard. He played the role of a curious passerby, crouching down by the guard and gently stroking his hair as the man shuddered and groaned. “What happened to you?” “My… my… oh God…” the man whimpered. “Let me see,” Agent 69 whispered, pushing the man back onto the dark pavement with one strong hand and deftly unfastening his pants with the other. Before the man knew what was happening, 69 had manoeuvred his slacks and silk underwear down to his thighs. The man's plump, shaved nutsack settled onto the sidewalk. It was deflating as he watched, a neat 22 calibre hole had ruined his right nut, and 69 smiled as he watched half the precious contents of the guard's manhood leak slowly onto the dark sidewalk. His dick was large, even soft, and 69 relished the idea that he was soon to ruin it. The bodyguard struggled under 69’s strong palm. “Help me…” “It's too late for that, friend.” 69 said as he drew his Hardballer pistol, ten gleaming inches of polished steel, internally silenced and loaded with subsonic forty five calibre rounds. Briefly, 69 looked around, making sure no one had seen them. He stood, aimed and pulled the trigger twice quickly. The first splattered the man's remaining nut over the sidewalk, the second lodged in the base of his cock. Before the man could scream, 69 whipped the pistol across his temple, sending him into dreamland. 69 rose and walked into the building, knowing the man would bleed out in minutes. xXx Agent 69 prowled the dimly lit building, it's layout committed to memory. He found the second bodyguard in the security office on the second floor, the man hunched over in a chair, the glow from his computer screen illuminating his face as he jerked his cock to a porno, his pants round his ankles and his gun hanging in its holster over the back of the chair. 69 crept forward and watched for a moment, his own dick hardening as he watched the scene on the monitor and the way the bodyguard whipped his fist up and down his big cock. A few steps more and 69 was right behind him, he darted forward, wrapping his left arm round the man's throat and placing the barrel of his gun against his temple. The man instantly became still, the threat overwhelming. “Don't stop…” 69 whispered in the man's ear. The man nodded softly and began stroking again, his desperate need to climax battling against the fear he felt as 69 kept the gun steady against him. The porno on the monitor continued to play, rough thrusting and swinging tits helping the man maintain his erection despite his terror. The combination was primal. As the man neared his climax, 69 suddenly spun the chair around and flipped his Hardballer pistol in his hand, grabbing it by the slide, then swinging it like a hammer, the heavy base of the magazine smashing into the guard's swollen. CRACK! “Fuck… no…” the guard whimpered as his right testicle fractured like a walnut. Despite the pain, his big cock continued to throb and twitch in his hand. CRACK! “My balls!” The guard whispered, feeling his left nut follow suit, exploding inside his taut sack like a piece of ripe fruit dropped onto a hard floor. The effect was immediate and 69 smiled as the man's big cock began to shoot thick ropes of cum over itself as his ruptured balls sloshed beneath. 69 watched as the man screamed, his cock suddenly spraying cum like a firehose, a final desperate release of his manhood’s vital fluids. Without delay, 69 smiled, raised his gun, and shot the man in his still throbbing dick, making it explode like a firecracker. As the man squealed and writhed in his seat, 69 looked down at the huge bulge in his own pants and shuddered, feeling his sensitive glans rub against the fabric of his underwear as he walked away. xXx Agent 69 crept through the upper floors of the dark office. The only bright light came from the end of the hallway, past the cubicles and glass walled meeting rooms. 69 peeked through an open door. The CEO was in his office, bent over his desk. He had a young woman pinned beneath him, she was dressed like an intern, or perhaps a secretary. By her body language and facial expression, the tryst was not entirely consensual. 69 coughed loudly, a theatrical interruption. The CEO pulled his dick out of his secretary with a wet pop before turning angrily, his cock swinging and his balls dangling beneath his untucked shirt, his pants crumpled round his feet. The red flush on his cheeks faded to a chalk white as he spied the gleaming gun in 69’s hand. The secretary fell to her knees, silent. “Leave now.” 69 said simply. The woman pulled up her panties, turned to run but paused. Then said meekly, “I want to watch.” 69 smiled and shrugged his shoulders. He raised the Hardballer, took aim, then squeezed the trigger. The CEO’s left nut exploded, splattering over the edge of the mahogany desk. “Oh fuck… oh God.” The man gasped, crumpling to the floor, hands groping between his bloodstained thighs. “My nut, you took my fucking nut…” 69 turned to the secretary, watched as her eyes went wide as saucers. The same man who had just violated her was now writhing at her feet, his proud manhood now shattered and torn, blood leaking from between his fingers. “Why?” She asked quietly. “Someone like you.” 69 replied. “They paid me to make him suffer.” The secretary thought for a moment, then asked. “Are you going to take his other one?” 69 smiled and nodded. “Can I help?” 69 grinned and moved forward, kicking the CEO onto his back. After holstering his gun, he reached down and prised the man's hands away from his crotch, before grabbing his ankles and spreading his legs wide. He looked up at the secretary and nodded again. The woman spent a moment looking between the mess between the CEO’s legs and her high heels, then she stomped. Hard. “Good.” Agent 69 smiled, “Again.” POP! Her high heel smashed down on the man's half ruined sack, bursting his remaining nut. 69 drew his pistol and shot the man in the head, cutting off his screams. “Good work.” His smiled faded. It was a shame he couldn't leave any witnesses. 69 shot her and left. The End.