Snow Balls (FanFic)

 This is a fanfiction prequel to the short story Snow in the Desert by Neal Asher. It's dated 6 months before the events of the short story.

“You’ll pay for this, Snow” said the man with spikes in his head; there was anger in his voice. Snow knew why. A hard fist slammed into his balls and pain exploded between his legs. He didn’t scream though, he swallowed it, along with his anger and frustration.

“She was a good girl” said Olion, slamming his fist even harder this time directly into Snow’s testicles. “And before I deliver you like a pig, you will regret what you did." A third full force fist  smashed Snow's already hurting balls. He would've shut his legs and fall to the floor had the magnetic mitts he was held with would've allowed it. The handcuffs, metallic fist mitts that restrained his hands completely, had a magnet and while activated they attached together to the steel beam above his head. His feet, on the contrary, were tied on each side of the frame leaving him no chance to cover his bulge to avoid the punches he was receiving. 

"You're lucky Irken needs you alive" said the man, and kicked him hard between the legs, and this time Snow let out a loud painful scream. “I knew it hurted you”.

Snow had no shirt on, but his pants, a pair of dark green military trousers were well buttoned. His big bulge was a nice target for anyone willing to hurt it. Olion was happy about this. He came close to Snow, looking face to face to the albino, and grabbed him by the neck. Snow could feel his breath hitting his face. Then he felt Olion’s hand reach between his legs searching for his manhood. He moved his hip from side to side trying to avoid the grip. Olion opened his hand grabbing as much of Snow's package as he could. He felt the balls and squeezed hard. The testicles left his grip, so he tried again, and again he squeezed, this time with both nuts firmly in his grip. Snow was in pain; his mind went numb. After who knows how long, Olion let go, just to grab Snow by the sides of his torso and lift his knee hard between his legs. Once. Twice. Then Snow lost consciousness. Olion gave him one more knee to the balls. Snow didn’t react. Olion got pissed and left the room.

When Snow came back to his senses he could feel the slobber drooling in front of him. He opened his eyes just to see Olion's awful face smiling at him.

“Welcome back”, he said. “Ready for round two?” and with that Snow received a kick in the balls. The pain woke him up completely. 

“Fuck you!” he shouted.

“Fuck me?” said Olion. “Not by you, I’m not”.

He came near Snow and grabbed again his chin with one hand. “Tell me, which nut do you find more sensitive… the left?” and he reached inside Snow’s pants against his effort to avoid it, and grabbed his left testicle squeezing it without mercy. He held to it for a few seconds and then let go. “… or the right?” and he proceed to give the same treatment to his right testicle.

“How about both?” Olion grabbed both testicles by the base of the penis and pulled down with violence. Snow was surprised his balls hadn’t popped.

“Aaaaaagggghhhhrrrrrrrrrrr!!!!!” Snow’s pain was unbelievable. 

After what seemed forever, finally Olion let go. But not before delivering one more good knee between his legs.

Now Snow's pants were unbuttoned and his underwear visible. Soft but tight cotton boxers. Olion had an idea. He brought two batons, grabbed Snows bulged and put one baton under his cock and balls and one above, encasing the complete manhood of his victim. He grabbed both ends of the batons together with each hand and pulled towards him, making Snow hold his breath in pain. He then proceeded to knee the big bulge enclosed between the two metal bars. Snow’s face became a weird red and pink color, his veins completely visible. His pain could not be concealed.

He received at least eight more knees, crying harder and harder each time. Olion enjoyed every knee a little bit more. He felt he could rip the albino’s manhood right then and there. And he might have done so, had his boss not arrived at that exact moment.

What Irken saw when he entered the room was a man arched completely to the front, hands and feet trapped behind him, and being pulled by his sex towards his attacker. He saw Olion, the stupid bounty hunter that worked for him since years ago, holding some kind of weapons that trapped the dick and nuts of the abused victim.

When he realized it was actually Snow who was being tortured he thought he could kill Olion at the scene. The whole purpose of getting Snow was to sell his testicles to the best bidder. “Let him go, you moron!” he shouted.

Olion looked at him surprised but did not let go. “He killed my sister!” 

“I don’t care if he killed your sister, or your wife or your daughter. Let go immediately or I will kill YOU right this second!”

 

Olion did not understand, but his anger made him look down at Snow’s balls, give them one last good hard knee, before letting go. 

“Do you know how much money those orbs you were about to destroy are worth? He is the reason you have a fucking job, and if you mess up this reward I swear to you, you won’t be working for me; or anyone in the nearest system for that matter”.

“You said not to kill him. Why do you care about his balls?” said Olion with the stupid tone he always used when he was confused.

“Shut the fuck up. You don’t need to know that. You just need to know that his balls are worth 30 times what you make in a single year and I won’t let you fuck with my money. Now take him down”.

Olion turned off a switch and the half naked man fell to the floor face down. Olion proceeded to untie each of his feet. Walking between Snow's legs made him want to kick him under the ass.

Snow recovered fast. He came back to his senses and ignored the pain coming from between his legs. He was lucky Irken didn’t know he did not actually needed him alive. It would take him a few months to figure that out. 

He had to think fast. While Irken was distracted giving instructions to that idiot Olin, he thought of a plan. With luck he would get out of there without damage he couldn’t take care of by himself. That was one advantage of having regenerating abilities.