Fucking Day

I guess I should introduce myself if I'm going to tell you what I do and try and explain my job. I'm Diana Percy, and I am one of the senior judges on one of twelve judge teams in our district. It is my job to administer each session sent to me, to make sure it is conducted efficiently and professionally, and if it is required then it is I that will do the actual castration. Of course, only a few percent lose their balls. Most of the boys by far get through it, and go home married men ready to go forth building their lives and taking care of their new wives. Still, while the percentage isn't that large, there is a number that don't make it, and well, it is those of course that I tend to remember.

The Fucking Day has been part of our society as long as I can remember, although I know that it was not always so. I know it seems barbaric to some, but all the males in all societies throughout the world all have to earn their mates and compete in some manner to get them. I don't care what country or culture you look at, young men have always been chasing the women they want and competing for them in one way or the other since men were men. Many things come into the equation for a male to succeed; good looks, a strong body, and of course the ability to sexually satisfy are all important criteria. For a successful male, who can find a woman to marry and keep her, it takes a little luck and a lot of hard work. In the end, a good wife of course is worth everything that is required to catch her.

In every society on earth, for those males that cannot perform, or who lack the traits sought by the women of their culture, then they are doomed to spend their sorry lives searching and hoping for mates that will never come. Eventually, they become unimportant, and society tends to push them away, in effect, in a symbolic sort of way, they are castrated by society even if they keep their balls. Generally speaking unattached males are pushed downward in the social hierarchy and their lives are less fulfilling than the ones who mate successfully. Worse, these unattached males tend to create problems in most cultures, and tend to become aggressive and difficult as they go through their frustrated lives. Instead of being productive men making the future generation they live only a self-centered life, contributing nothing to the genetic pool. Worse, they can become problems and in many countries a large percentage of the prison populations are made up of such unattached single males.

None of that is true here of course. Not in his country it is not. For one thing, in our society we have refined and institutionalized the process of mating and have solved the problem of the unattached male at the same time. We weed out the undesirable males from the genetic pool and remove the aggressive tendencies of the males who are unable to earn a mate. We do it all as they turn eighteen, so they spend less of their lives chasing girls and fighting amongst themselves to win a mate. Instead, they get it all done quickly and easily and much earlier in their lives, and afterwards they are mated and the hunt and the game is over. I personally think it’s a much better system. It all happens each month, on a single day, a day when the boys and the girls come together, to copulate, and to prove themselves as worthy to carry the seed of the new generation.

Most of the boys come with the girls they wish to marry; usually their high school sweethearts. Of course, they are all virgins. To have intercourse without being mated is a castratable offense, and there isn’t a girl alive that wouldn't be quick to turn in a boy who crossed that line. The reward is too high, and the consequences of having unmarried sex are so great that it is just never attempted. Never. So, they are all virgins, at least the boy's are.

The girls that come with the boys are usually virgins too. However, if a boy fails the test and loses his balls, then the girl is entered into a waiting group, and her statistics, traits, and desires are placed within the state computer database. In that way, she can vie for another boy to be her mate and almost certainly she will get another chance. So, there is that group, the group of girls who have had their fuck but whose prospective mate's nuts ended up in the jar. For those girls, they will spread their legs again, and again if necessary, until they too are mated and can go on with the business of making babies and living out their lives.

Nothing is arbitrary about the system. It's all done fairly. Each judging team consists of three judges, and each judge votes independently of the others. On my team there is Linda Scotdale, an older woman of thirty-seven who is deeply religious. She has her own convictions of course, and is totally dedicated to what we do. She is also highly qualified, a hard worker, and she isn't afraid to do what is required when it has to be done.

The other member of my team is William O'Conner, a twenty-four year old man and father of two children. He's college educated, and holds an undergraduate degree in Biology, and has published two papers on the intricacies and techniques of human intercourse. I like him too, in a professional way, and he is a hard worker who will be moving to head his own judge team in the near future. I make up the third member, the senior member, and I've been working in the procreation division of the juvenile justice system for more than ten years, and have a paramedic certificate. I've been trained in the art of non-voluntarily castration, and am board certified for the procedure.

Each judge has a vote weight that is worth twenty percent of the final outcome. The rest of the vote, the critical vote, is left with the girl whose legs are spread. That's fitting, because it is her that will have to live out her life with the man she is mated to, and once it is done there is no turning back. Sometimes the woman finds out the boy she thought she knew is not the man she wants to marry. I've seen more than a few lads totally surprised as I make the cut and take their balls while the girl they were fucking laughs as it happens. Since each girl the boy is mounted to has a forty percent stake in the outcome of the event, in a very real essence it is she that the young man must satisfy. If the male earns at least at least fifty percent of the vote, he keeps his balls and is mated for life to the girl he has been joined to.

Of course, if he earns less than that, then he forfeits his right to manhood, and will spend his life unmarried and unsatisfied. However, the problems of frustration and aggressiveness, which is the bane for unmarried males in other societies, are prevented with the removal of his balls. It’s a good system. While its true that ending up a eunuch is a terrible outcome for them, it's not really all that different from any society where the unmated males find themselves at the bottom of the social ladder. At least in our society they aren't seething with lust and desire for something they can never have.

I enjoy my job. I like watching the young couples as they flail in their first attempt at intercourse. There is a nervousness to it all, and yet the freshness of each session and the fumbling that goes on can make my job fun and keep it interesting. It's always good to see their relief after it has gone well, the young couple leaving arm in arm, bonded and moving on to their marriage ceremony. It’s a time of great celebration, the moment where a manhood is insured, and the joy and the happiness cannot be overemphasized. Usually the entire family is there, congratulating the new mates, and giving them encouragement.

Like I said, most of the teenage males arrive with a girlfriend in tow. I'd say that’s true for at least seventy percent of them. They know they have a lot at stake, and there is certainly less risk if they come with a prospective mate. Sometimes the parents even arrange it. Typically though, the boy and girl have dated for quite a while, and most of the time they are anxious for their fuck and eager for it to happen. In the lobby, while they await for their appointment, you can see them kissing, holding hands, and looking into each others eyes as they anticipate the moment when that first penetration will be allowed. Sometimes, in the waiting area, you can see the young men, their boners pushing their pants upward, as they wait for their time and for their opportunity.

Still, there is the other group, the young men that arrive without a girlfriend to fuck. Perhaps they have broken up with their prospective mate or perhaps they just never found the girl that wanted them. Regardless of the reason, they come alone, but still they come because they have to, and you can see the concern in their faces as they wonder who they will be mated to. For males without girlfriends, each of them arrives with a detailed questionnaire answering questions about themselves, their likes, and dislikes, so that a proper match can be made. The questionnaire insures they will be computer matched with a compatible prospective life partner.

While their risk is greater, I still think in some ways these are the lucky men, because the computer often selects a mate with more potential to build a marriage on than the ones they have selected themselves. Still, the women are always more critical of this group as a whole, and so their risk is much greater, and the pressure on the young man to please his prospective mate he has hardly met is higher than it otherwise might be. Even so, most of them make it, although without question their odds are less and more than a few are castrated by the end of the day.

When they first arrive the boys are separated and given a refresher course on the art of lovemaking. Some boys are so nervous they have no idea what to do, so we try and outline what is expected and to give them directions that will lead to success. Any questions they might have are answered, and after that their scrotal rings are checked for security. Scrotal rings you ask? Well, these rings are worn by every male in our society, and are placed around the scrotum when a boy turns eleven. They are beautiful, intricate pieces of jewelry, usually purchased by a parent or grandparent for the coming of age ceremony that occurs when the boy turns thirteen.

When first fitted they are soaped well so the boys testicles can be fitted through them. They are made just large enough so that the young lads balls can barely be worked through them, usually one testicle at a time and manipulated carefully and slowly. It is somewhat painful for the young boys as the metal rings are worked over their young sacs, but once they are in place they stay there and are never taken off and so it only has to be done once. For a few months the boy has to be careful to keep it in place, but soon enough as the boy matures and his balls enlarge the ring cannot be removed even if he wanted to take if off.

Every boy has one. Every boy. The actually inner diameter of the rings they wear cause the top of the adult scrotum to neck down, so that the balls underneath hang and cannot retract into the body. These rings are worn like wedding rings, a constant reminder of the growth into manhood and the ultimate bond that comes with matrimony. To cheat on a wife for example, would cost you the ring....and with the ring your balls. So, every husband sports such a ring, and we always leave them in place if the marriage is approved and the mating is sanctioned. Of course, in those cases where it isn’t, then the ring comes off when I take their balls.

While the boys are in their class the girls are sequestered in a different room and their questions are answered as well. When I do the girls class I try to emphasize the power that they possess, so that they are aware of what is on the line. I try to make sure they realize that they deserve to be satisfied, that a mate worth having should give them pleasure and keep them happy. I tell them in no uncertain terms that they deserve a boy that can please them, and if they find out that their boyfriend is not up to the task then they are free to continue to seek a mate elsewhere. I emphasize that being married to a small cock or an unsatisfying lover makes for an unhappy life, and so I recommend that they be careful when they are voting and to make sure they want the man they vote for.

The young couples are scheduled for thirty minute sessions, based on a maximum of twenty minutes to make love and another ten minutes to get them tied in and ready for the session. Most do not take that long and some of the boys squirt as soon as their cocks are inserted. Today my group did a total of twenty-five couples, which is a good amount, and with the eleven other judge teams working we got through the two-hundred and fifty boys in under twelve hours. It was a good day. When it was all over only fourteen boys had been castrated. I remember some of them because of a look, or from something that was said, but I can't remember every fuck I saw. After a while they become a blur, but I do manage to remember the ones that I nut.

My day started off with a castration which is a hell of a way to start. Right after the classroom sessions were done, we got down to business and the names of the couples were called to their sessions, in random order. My judge group's first couple was from Stephen Foster High, a black haired boy named Mark McDonald and his blond girlfriend Jennifer Johnson. The kid was nervous, and almost shaking, but he tried to smile and the girl did her best to encourage him. We prepared her in the usual manner, getting her to remove her clothes and fitting her with the copulation harness, or CH, as its called. It's just a leather harness with straps that are secured at the top of her thighs, and a thicker strap that goes around her waist. The straps are connected to a steel triangle, which is pointed down, so that the hollow triangle sits above her vagina, forming a wire loop, that runs along the inverted "V" that follows her pubic mound.

After she was lying down and we had her relaxed and lubricated, we brought in the prospective mate whose eyes almost leaped out of his head when her saw her naked and ready. It's always interesting to watch the reaction when a teenage boy sees his first pussy and knows it is waiting for him. The boy removed his own clothes, eagerly, and we put on the two ankle cuffs with the free flowing leather straps that are mandated by the state. We also cuffed his wrists individually as required, but initially we left them free so as not to hinder him. Mark McDonald was scared, and pretty nervous, and consequently his dick wasn’t fully boned even though the girl was eager and ready. Still, that's normal, and I told him not to worry about it.

After that we left them in accordance with the protocol, and they started kissing right away and the boy obtained his erection. We watch everything that goes on through a one way mirror that runs along the full length of the room. There is a mirror on the ceiling too, but its just a regular mirror but allows the girl to watch her boyfriend as he pushes his ass up and down and makes his fuck. I think the mirrors add to the sexiness of the moment as the young couple can watch themselves as they do it. As judges, we watch everything too, and while I know the couple have been told they will be monitored I still think generally speaking they try and ignore it.

That first boy's cock was nice, and firm, and yet it still had the thinness of youth but was long and pointed. I guess it was a typical dick for an eighteen year old. It had a slight upward curve, and the big end was a reddish purples and it glistened in the light. We watched the couple as they went through a period of foreplay, up until the time that the boy climbed over her and placed his cock into her pussy.

As soon as Mark entered her he gasped, and said "OH GOD...OH..OH...oh YEAH" and then he smiled a huge grin from ear to ear. The girl was hurting, and as the boy ruptured her hymen she let out a yelp, but then bit her tongue and held the back of the boy as she stared up and into the mirror.

At that moment we interrupted things, as required, and came into the room and quickly secured the couple in place. It takes only seconds to do, and then we left almost before they realized what had happened. We work as a team. Linda and William worked together, each taking one of the boy's wrists which were under him, supporting his upper torso as he rode inside of his girl. In less and ten seconds they each clipped his wrist cuffs to the two thin cables at the head of the bed that are there for that purpose. This allowed him some freedom of movement with his hands.... so that he could move his arms and hands but not reach downward to where his own genitals were.

At the same time I reached up under the boy, below his balls that were hanging down, like a bulls, and using a standard master lock, I literally and figuratively locked his balls to the triangular piece of steel that was strapped to the girl and that surrounded the opening to her vagina. It’s a simple matter to do that, as I just slip the open padlock up, under her ring of steel, and then slide it around the scrotal ring that has been worn by the boy since his balls began to grow. With a click, it is done, and from that minute onward the boy and the girl are padlocked together, held that way, with him deep inside and with his boner stuffing her pussy. There is no way he can pull completely out at that point, not that he would want to anyway.

We leave again of course, and the entire process only takes a few seconds. After that, we leave them alone and just watch them fuck through the mirror. As the judge team, we look at many factors when deciding how to vote. As his hips pump up and down, pushing his cock in and out of her pussy, we try and review his grades and test scores to find out his potential. His entire record, medical, job history, if any, and his school transcripts are all available to us. A smart, strong student is more desirable than a weaker one and would be expected to make a better husband.

Likewise, a boy that has been in trouble with the law, or has had a number of suspensions is going to raise some concern. If he's a fast driver, with lots of tickets, it adds a dimension of risk to the equation. How would he drive as a father with kids in the car? As we look through his record, we also study any medical findings that may be important, such as specific genetic traits or diseases that run in his family. The more healthier the score, the more likely he will be to win the vote of the judges.

The boy's written record isn't everything though. As we watch him fuck, pumping his dick in and out and fucking with an eagerness that is hard to describe, we try and evaluate his ability to "make love", and to "satisfy" his life partner. A married woman deserves a husband that can make her life worthwhile. Of course, for the girl being penetrated she certainly has a perspective we do not and that’s why so much weight is given to her vote.

Mark McDonald and Jennifer Johnson were a good looking couple, but in the end I was swayed to vote against the boy. For one thing he was fucking her like a pile driver, satisfying himself perhaps but not caring about the girl. In short, he was a self-centered fucker, which is not that uncommon, but still it torques me when I see it and I didn't like it. Further, his grades were mediocre at best, with lots of C's and D's, and with the genetic data indicating he wore glasses, needed braces, and diabetes ran in his family I thought the girl deserved better. It turned out the other two judges agreed with me, and after that the boy's fate was sealed.

The fucking went on for several minutes, the boy slamming his hips up and down, bobbing them, pushing his cock in and out of her pussy like a miniature pile driver. You could see he was in heaven, loving every minute of what would be is one and only fuck. In and out...in and out. He was into it, and his back glistened with his sweat. Finally, he looked his girlfriend into her eyes, and said "Jenn.....here it comes...." and then he was grunting as he pumped out his goo. The girl never orgasmed as the boy flooded into her pussy.

As soon as he squirted we were in there, the vote over with. Of course, the girl pressed her green button, voting for the boy she wished to marry, but her forty percent could not override the combined vote of our judge team. We worked fast, and William grabbed his right ankle, by the leather cuff, and jerked his right food outward and wrapped the leather strap that was hooked to his ankle cuff around the foot post on the bed. At the same time Linda pulled out his left leg, hard, and wrapped the leather there to hold it in place. The boy turned, and looked back, and as he stared at me and what was in my hand he screamed. With his legs now spread wide apart, he was totally at my mercy and his scrotum was just waiting to be taken.

"NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" he yelled.

His girl screamed too, and said "No...WAIT..WAIT!!!!!" I...I WANT HIM...I WANT HIM! I voted for HIM!!!!"

I was holding the bander, and I slipped the double loop of stretched rubber out and over his balls...all the way until it was against his ring of metal his parents had once given to him. The boy bucked his hips, pumping his cock, trying to withdraw but the padlocked balls held him in place. He was looking back at me, as I smiled, and then I popped the release lever and snapped the restriction bands in place. They came off the bander with a snap, and were so tight they closed off his scrotum like a purse is cinched closed with the tie of a knot. He grunted then, the pain real, and intense, and after that he was bucking his hips like a madman.

I don't waste time, as there are a lot of males to do, and so I just pulled out my knife and laid it up against the left side of his balls. I hesitated then, like I always do, to make sure I get the knife between the two bands so there will be no bleeding. Then I said to him: "Sorry boy, but your record didn't measure up.....we've got to neuter you." As I said that the look on his face was totally in shock, the realization of what was going to take place now consuming him. I use a big knife, a butcher's knife, and when the teen boy saw it he jerked, hard, against his bonds and totally freaked. He struggled vigorously then, but even though he could move his hands he couldn't pull them back far enough to reach where I was working. I winked at him, and then, with a sawing motion, I moved my big knife up and down, slicing it between the bands and right through his balls.

He grunted, loudly, and screamed, and then his entire body shuddered and he squirted a final load into the pussy of his girl. It was just a reflex squirt, a final wad of jism to try one last time to fertilize something. Then, in an instant, it was done and his balls were free, the entire sack loose and quivering in my hand. Since his scrotal ring was still padlocked to the girls harness, she gained it as a souvenir. As for his balls, I dropped them in one of the round glass specimen jars, already labeled with a number, and filled with preserving fluid. As they dropped into the jar I watched them quiver and form ripples on the surface of the clear liquid. I stared at them, and watched them until the ripples stopped and his balls were dead and lifeless. Finally, with a twist I capped the jar closed, and held it up to the light with a smile. I don't know why, but it being the first sac of the day I decided to take it out to the boy's parents that were no doubt waiting eagerly in the waiting area, leaving his untying to my subordinates.

It was an interesting diversion. As I came out both families rose up to see me. My tits are fairly large, and pronounced, and there were two younger teen boys that couldn't take their eyes off of them. As for the parents, well, needless to say they were anything but happy to see me, and when his mom spied her son's balls swimming in that jar she just up and feinted. But hell, not every teenage boy deserves to get married, and this kid didn't and it was something I didn't mind doing. I turned around and went back to work, leaving the father holding the boy's family jewels and the two younger brothers staring with bugged eyes and visible fear. As I thought of them, and their day to come, I grinned from ear to ear.

There were no other castrations for the next two hours. Instead, we watched the young males fucking, one after the other, and each of the matings went well and I took no balls. There were no castrations, although there was one close call I do remember. A very young looking eighteen year old, cute as a button, had some troubled actually doing the fuck. I remember him well....short cropped blond hair, blue eyes, with a young thin cock that was dripping with desire. The boy's nuts weren’t that big, and he sported a platinum ring around his nuts, which is unusual these days but it did get your attention.

Anyway, as he entered the girl he squirted, plain and simple, just shot his wad as soon as he felt his first vagina. The girl was mad as hell, and told him so, and the boy apologized profusely. The girl kept saying "Is THAT IT? You have GOT to be KIDDING?" Yeah, no mercy from her. The girl voted against him...voted to castrate the boy, and hell, he probably should have been. Still, it seemed a mistake to me, as well as the other judges watching, and besides the boy had good grades and looked sharp as hell and his record was picture perfect.

In short, I guess we just liked him. In the end, we voted for the mating, and so with a vote count of 60/40 we overrode the girl's wishes. The kid was just so damn cute, and he was also so damn sorry. He knew he screwed up, and was just so excited about his first woman that the feelings overwhelmed him. I'm glad the other two judges agreed with me, because it could have gone either way quite easily. I guess we all just felt he would do better in the future, and once he got used to the feeling he would probably be a good little stud. The girl was pissed, but we figured she'd get over it and besides, there wasn’t anything she could do about it once we had sanctioned the union.

Around one in the afternoon I did my second castration of the day. I knew as soon as I saw the kid he was doomed. He was a fat kid, really fat, and he had a face full of zits and thick glasses to match. He didn't come with a girl friend, and so was computer matched to another girl, also overweight but to a lesser degree. The girl had already rejected two other boys, so I didn't figure she was gonna go for him either. The boy had a hell of a time getting it up too, so perhaps he knew he was doomed from the beginning.

I thought for a minute that he might have been gay even, and it certainly was a possibility. Gay or straight it doesn’t matter. In our society, you are either mated or castrated and that’s all there is to it. Didn't matter to me, but you can never know for sure and the thought was there. Hard to tell....but eventually he did manage an erection. His cock sure wasn’t very long though, although it did have some thickness to it.

After he was padlocked into place and he was fucking, he started grunting and sweating and I could tell from the girl that she was not impressed. His armpits stunk like shit with his sweat, and the smell seemed to overwhelm the girl he had mounted. He rocked into her just in and out, without any technique, ramming his little cock into her like a jack rabbit. It was a long fuck though...as he seemed to have trouble, and yet even so the girl did not seem to get much pleasure in it and just seemed anxious to get it done. The boy had straight A's at school, and hadn't been in any trouble, but still his lovemaking ability just sucked and it was difficult to even watch it as it was happening. Finally, he squirted out his load of semen, and I will admit that he had a thick wad, because it actually bubbled out around his cock and ran down and out of her pussy in a small flood. We all voted against him though, even so. All of us.

As we came into the room the boy already knew...and he didn't seem to fight it even though he wasn't happy about it. Linda and William got his legs apart, and I banded his balls with a quick motion. We had that done in seconds, literally. The boy grunted when I did that, and seemed to move his fat ass, perhaps to try and dodge what was about to transpire, but other than that he just stared straight ahead and waited for his nutting. When I took the knife and laid it up against his big fat sac, I said: "Are you ready boy?" and he nodded his head, just like that, as if he knew and had already prepared himself. I started the sawing motion, working the knife down through his fat balls, slowly making the slices up and down and up and down. No blood to speak of and he didn't struggle and instead just stayed still as I cut him.

The muscles in the girl's pussy pushed out the boy's cock as I was castrating him, just pushed it out like a noodle as I unmanned him. It was almost as if she wanted him gone, and the sooner the better. Although he didn’t struggle he did grunt as his balls came free, and the girl laughed as I nutted him. Then he seemed to collapse after that, hanging there, lifeless, a ballless eunuch forever castrated. The girl's relief was obvious and intense. The lad's fat balls went into one of the jars, and they were so fat that they filled the container and because of the curved surface of the glass seemed to be even bigger than they were. I'll probably never forget that sac and the way it filled that jar.

I took it out too to the waiting room and handed it to the boy's family. The father was fat as hell, and he took it without a sound. Just like that. I think they all knew it was going to happen, and well, it had and so that was that. Still, they all huddled and stared at that jar like it was something important, the lad's fat sac floating in the liquid. As I gave it a last look, it occurred to me that his semen still filled the girl. Yuk!

I don't remember too many of the young men that came and fucked and came and fucked. I think though the next couple I do remember came in about a half hour later after I had nutted the fat boy. They really surprised me, and perhaps that's why I remember them so well. The boy's name was Patrick Rentin, and the Girl was Paula Thomas. The boy was all over the girl, so eager and confident, and the girl kissed him back with a vengeance. When he saw his girl, wearing the copulation harness, but otherwise naked, his cock grew straight out and literally looked like a tree root growing from a forest of pubic hair.

The kid had a totally smooth chest, but was tall and lanky and blond and beautiful. I figured he would win her easily. His stomach was totally flat, and ripped, the flat horizontal lines showing where he worked out and kept his body tuned to perfection. His legs were powerful, and dusted with a light covering of blond fuzz, but other than that, and his bush above his cock and the hair in his pits he was pretty much as smooth a much younger teen.

Their foreplay was intense, and he went down on her, and that surprised me because only a few boys that age will ever do that. It did light the girls eyes up though and the way he was working his tongue she orgasmed twice within only a few minutes. God he was good! He seemed to be a natural mate, and his teenage cock was hard as a piece of steel. After he was inside her pussy and padlocked in place, and doing his fucking, he seemed to rotate his ass in a circular motion, working his cock around and around, tickling the sides of her pussy and working her up and into another frenzy.

I read his file as he fucked, and there were a few problems there to be concerned with. For one thing, he had been into several scrapes with the law, and had a record of shoplifting and vandalism that went back since he was fourteen. He had also been held in a young offender detention facility for assaulting a teacher, and that certainly got our attention. Still, the kid had a cock and knew what it was for, and so I voted for him and gave him the benefit of the doubt. My two cohorts were split, and one voted with me and one voted against him, and so after that it was all up to the girl.

I watched the boy as he fucked her, and the girl was laughing as he was doing her. He had given her three orgasms, and then he said to her "I want to marry you." The girl reached out and pulled him down to her, so that he was riding into her as she held him close, his hips continuing to push his eager cock in and out of her dripping pussy. The boy was grinning ear to ear, living his first fuck and enjoying every minute. Then she said to him, loud enough that I could hear, "Do you remember when you got mad and hit me? At the dance when everybody laughed at me?"

The boy was still fucking her, driving his cock in and out, but he pushed away then, up on his hands, and looked down at her to try and gage her mood. I could see that her comment had come as a surprise, and had thrown off his fucking. I could also see his expression change, and the look on his face then is one I'll never forget. Still, he pumped his ass up and down, but more slowly now, and then he nodded, carefully, still working his cock, the sweat on his back visible, and literally running down and into the crack of his firm ass. I could tell he was right on the verge of cumming. The boy said "I told you I was sorry."

He looked into her eyes deeply, and slowly continued his pumping, and the girl started pushing into him from below, forcing the fuck, forcing the feeling and carrying him upward and over the edge. Then she said "Well Patrick....sorry doesn’t cut it....you totally humiliated me at the dance. You hurt me."

The boy was getting scared, and he tried to slow the pace, to stretch it out perhaps and perhaps even to try and talk it out with her. He certainly didn’t want her angry, not with her vote coming up, and so he was working the words, carefully, trying to smooth things and so he slowed his fucking and try and buy some time. But she was pushing up into him, her vagina working his cock like a sucking monster, and the feeling was too much and the boy lost his control. He grunted then, "ARGHHHHHHHHHHHH....OH...OH GOD I’m CUMMINGGGGG" and then he threw his head back. After that he shuddered and his balls started shooting out his teenage wad. He dumped his cream into her, in great waves of pleasure, and as he did she said "Your balls are mine Patrick Rentin."

He stared at her, feeling his cock pulsate within his girls pussy, and then he started to beg her but it did no good. She pressed the red button and voted against him then, sealing his fate, and I had to say that I had not seen it coming. Still, we didn't hesitate, as once the vote is taken there is no more questions or discussions and we do what must be done. We were in the room in seconds, and William grabbed the boys left leg, and wrapped the leather strap around the bedpost, pulling out his leg and stretching it wide apart. Linda did the same thing with the right leg, and he fought her, but with the leverage of the straps around the posts he couldn't stop what was being done.

In seconds the boy's legs were wide apart, and after that his balls were totally exposed with his cock still buried within her and still twitching in the afterglow. I looked down at his scrotum, and I could see his cock, disappearing into her pussy, a line of white cream around it where his jism had pumped out so hard that it was literally running out of her cunt.

The boy was totally in shock. Totally. He spun around and saw the bander in my hands and then after that he looked down at his girl and started screaming at her "NO...NO FUCKING WAY!!!!! YOU CAN'T...GOD..NO.....YOU BITCH.....YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME!!!!"

His girlfriend started laughing, and the boy tried to hit her, but William and Linda were right on top of things and so they jerked on the wires that went to his wrists, stretching out his arms and preventing him from hitting her. Of course, as they did that his wrists went wide, out to the sides of the bed, which made him collapse down on top of her.

I ignored his protest, and as the boy struggled like a wild man I slipped the bander over his sac and pulled the release lever. When the twin bands snapped around his scrotum he screamed, and then he bucked his hips in a wild desperate fucking motion, as if by doing so he could somehow get them off. The feeling was so intense and it struck the male like a hammer blow. He screamed, the pain in his nuts real, and intense, and after that there wasn’t any doubt in his mind that his balls were going to be taken. At that point he knew what was happening, could feel the process underway, and he fought then like there was no tomorrow coming. I've never seen a young man struggle as hard as he did.

Finally, finished with the bander, I took out my big knife and showed it to him. He started begging then, BEGGING, begging me to somehow save his balls. He yelled out his protests, tried to explain he was being screwed, SCREWED he said, explained that his girl had apparently planned his castration all along. Of course, everything he said was true, 100% true, and yet even so it still was legal and not totally undeserved. I did have to sympathize with him to a point, although I don't like men that hit women, no matter their reason and probably would have voted against him too if I had known.

I laid the edge of my blade right up against his balls, just between the two elastic bands and underneath the metal ring he'd worn since he was a boy. He arched his back, and turned to look at me, his eyes pleading as he felt the steel. I winked at him, the way I do when they look at me and I'm going to nut them, and then I started the cut and he screamed like an animal. Even so, he ejaculated again, one more time, a solid squirt that came with some vengeance that pumped out around his cock and ran down between her legs. I sawed up and down as the boy screamed, and then, finally, they were mine, and I held them up and the boy stared at them with disbelief. The girl was still laughing, but then she stopped, and between her giggles she asked: "Can I have them....can I have his balls?"

I took them and nodded, and then dropped them into another specimen jar. As I was getting it sealed, my two cohorts were dragging off the boy, who had collapsed like a deck of fallen cards, spent, and exhausted, a new eunuch and his life now changed in a way he had never envisioned it would go. I handed the girl his balls, and she left laughing hysterically with her prize.

About two hours later there was another boy that we got to watch that I've still got in my mind. The boy was a hunk, and when I saw him my own heart beat faster and my juices flowed. The young man was the star quarterback from Washington High, and he was a big boy with a huge dick and a large sac to go with it. It turned out his girlfriend had broken it off with him literally the week before, when one of her friends had called and told about seeing him with another girl.

Of course, she dumped him and he hadn't had time to find another one, and within a few days more than half of the girls in his school were mad at him. With the Mating Day approaching, he was of course afraid to just ask anyone. His mom and dad were freaking when he came in, the entire family scared and their only son's babymakers on the line.

The computer gave him a match with a nineteen year old woman who had previously rejected more than a dozen boys. She had already earned a reputation for castrating men, and with the dozen she had voted to nut things did not look good for him. Still, she was impressed with his body and she seemed to like the bulge in his pants. After she was naked and in the harness, the boy stripped down and his boner jutted up and it was something I'll never forget. The boy's cock was huge, and fat, and the purple head was so round and the end was covered with precum. He sure was hard, and as he stared at his first pussy he was really eager. What a cock, especially on a teenage boy! God it was beautiful! For an eighteen year old it was the nicest cock I'd ever seen on a boy. It was a cock to remember, and I stared at it and I know it stirred some emotions within me.

The kid was a stud. After he was inside her, and I had padlocked those massive nuts to the metal frame on the girl's harness, I couldn’t' take my eyes off of his ass. It was so firm, and he had powerful legs. His thighs were covered with thick, brown hair, and his armpits were likewise full. His back was in that perfect "V" shape, and his thrusts were deep, powerful, and penetrating. In and out he pumped his thick cock, and as he did I felt and watched and wanted. God he was hot. William wasn't that impressed with him, and yet I could tell that Linda too was aroused.

I stared at his sac of nuts as he did his fucking. They were so fat and so full it's hard to describe them. His balls were just beautiful, and his fat sac bounced up and down as he drove his cock in and out of her pussy. He worked his massive cock, slowly at first, and then faster and faster, and as he did the woman he was fucking started to orgasm. He increased his pace then, and she screamed "OH GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDD" and after that she was squirming hard, her entire body shuddering with her climax.

His record wasn't perfect, but I didn't really care, and of all the young teenage men I've watched he was sexiest I've ever seen. In the end, I voted for him, as did Linda and William. The girl being fucked was mad as hell about it, because I think she hated men and only wanted to castrate as many as she could. I think that's the real reason William voted the way he did. In the end it didn't matter.....the boy pumped out a huge wad and flooder her pussy, and we approved the bond and let him keep his balls. I'm sure it will make for an interesting marriage, but it was good to see and without doubt he was the hottest fuck of the day.

The rest of the day went pretty well, and for the most part we just had a lot of happy couples copulating one after the other. Toward the end of the evening though there was this one particular young man that has just stuck in my mind, and I guess I'll never forget him as long as I live. The boy's name was Jon Dover, and he came in with a cute little girl named Amanda. The thing that struck me right away was that the kid was from my old high school, Brenton High, and I still feel a pang of nostalgia whenever that name comes up. In fact, the principal there now is a good friend of mine. Seeing a kid from my old school brought back a lot of memories, and for a short second it was like I was there again.

I know that sounds stupid, and it was. Still, I liked the boy immediately, and my heart went out to him. Luckily, the boy came in with a cute girl, and it was obvious right away that they were just one of those couples that seemed perfect for each other. I couldn’t stop watching them. The boy was all over the girl, in an almost possessive sort of way, bathing her with his attention and making sure she was the center of his universe.

Like I said, I liked the boy. God he was sexy! He was a tall, lanky teen, with blond spiked hair and a smooth chest and that perfect body of the still developing adolescent. As he was laughing with his girl I saw him make a jerking motion with his fist, and that made her laugh. I didn't know what had prompted it, but it was obvious to me from the way he had formed his fist and made the motion that he jacked off regularly. As I looked at him, I pictured him with his own teenage pole in his fist, pumping it, up and down as he worked his meat and pumped his own cock with a vengeance. Hell, I figured he was doing it at least daily, working his own cock and seeking his own pleasure on a regular basis.

I put the couple in the room in their clothes, just to be different, and partly because I enjoy watching two virgins coming together for the first time. The boy reminded me of my own first boyfriend, and I was curious how he would handle his first time with a girl. I snacked on a banana as I watched the couple, because I was hungry and I wanted it and somehow it seemed fitting after all the cocks I had been watching. I was also curious how they would go about it, if we just left them alone. The couple was funny in a way, the boy shy, scared, working the moment and the girl more confident than he. At first the boy laid down next to the girl, too shy to touch her, and yet he talked and chatted with a nervousness that made me want to laugh.

The girl rolled over and onto him...on top of him, and the two stared at each other then in a deep and serious way. He was staring at her and she seemed anxious. She was a beautiful girl, sharp, trim, and very athletic. She had giant tits...round and oh-so-perfect. Her top was loose, and her jeans were tight and seemed to hug her body. Suddenly, as we all watched behind the one way glass, the girl slipped off her shirt and then, with a sweeping movement, she pulled off her athletic bra in a single motion, spilling her big tits out and laying them almost in the boy's face.

She grinned then, and the boy reached up and took them into his hands. He seemed scared, and fumbled with them as he held them, his blue eyes now a shade of grey as he stared at her tits like only a teenage boy can. She kissed him, and the boy's tongue slid out between his lips, wetting them. You could see his erection in his pants after that, and it was obvious to all of us watching.

After a few minutes like that the boy rolled her over, so that he was laying on top of her, still in his clothes, and was kissing her deep and passionately and continuously. Finally, after they had dry humped for a while, just moaning and kissing and hugging, the boy said to her, "Amanda, will you touch me?" His words were hard to hear, he said them so softly, so very carefully, but as he whispered them in her ear you could see the excitement grow in her face.

She grinned. The girl's hand was under him, and from the angle we were sitting I watched as she turned her palm over, cupping the boy through his pants and feeling the big bulge of his manhood. The boy gasped, and his breathing grew staggered, and then he made a whimpering sound as the girl gently squeezed his package. The girl spoke back to him then: "Is that what you wanted?"

The teenage boy gasped again, and then nodded as he breathed and sucked in his air. Then, with not much more than a whisper he answered her "Yes...oh yes it is." Then he said "Do you....do you like it?"

She said "Yes....it's so big....REALLY."

The boy said "Really?"

Amanda smiled, and said "OH YES" as if she knew.

We knocked then, and came into the room, and they looked at us eagerly, like two kids caught smooching on their first hot date. I made Jon turn around, and face away as we had the girl finish getting undressed, stripping her down and getting her in the harness. She was anxious, and while she was a little bit nervous with all of us in the room she seemed to know what she wanted and our arrival had not been unexpected. We let him turn around then, where he could see her, and then as he undressed himself his erection bobbed out and bounced, up and down, almost in time with his heartbeat. He had the perfect body...I estimated his weight at about 145 pounds. He was thin, sexy, and oh-so-cute.

His prick was long and firm, and the end glistened with his eagerness. It jutted out from his reddish blond pubic hair, stiff and hard, and since the rest of him was so young and smooth looking it really made his small patch of pubic hair stand out. But I think it was his cock that held my attention. The end was big and round, and there was a bead of liquid that anointed the head. He was anxious then, and he held out his wrists so we could get the cuffs in place, and then once his ankles were done we left them alone again.

I love watching young virgins, as they grope for the words to say to move things toward where they ultimately both want them to go. The young couple set there then, naked, and started to talk almost as if they were afraid to move forward. It was interesting to listen to them chat it up, and neither seemed to be in a hurry, and yet both still obviously oh-so-anxious.

About then Amanda asked Jon if he ever masturbated, and if so how often he did it and how it was done. I leaned forward, looking through the one way mirror, curious what he would say and eager to hear every word. The boy talked freely about doing it, about how he loved the feeling and how he did it all the time. He described how he would often hump his bed, working his cock over a pillow or just humping within his boxers as he rubbed his dick until he came. The girl seemed fascinated, and I have to admit I found his confessions stimulating myself.

The boy was built, tall and thin, and when he was laying besides her, talking about his teenage techniques he used to masturbate himself, I couldn't take my eyes off of his balls. The boy had a huge sac, really huge, and it was resting and hanging loose the way it does when the air is hot and a young sac is warm. Still, the twin orbs were low in the sac, held there by the ring of gold he had worn since he was a child. It looked small now, the little ring closing the top of his sac like a purse.

As I listened the boy continued telling his girlfriend all the details about how he relieved himself. He described in detail how he would hump the bed, and he even told how he sometimes uses two pillows one on top of the other to make a fake vagina so he could fuck it. He said he would slip his dick within the crack, into a folded pillow case and then pretend it was a girl. As he was telling the tale, his cute girlfriend fondled his cock, and it grew even stiffer then and rock hard and oh-so-eager. She started to pump his cock, and that's when he told her that he would cum fast if she kept it up.

The young couple were both laying on the bed naked, with the young man fingering his girlfriend's pussy and her stroking the boy's dick with a purpose. She whispered something in his ear then, which I missed. Whatever she said though got things moving, and that's when he rolled over, on top of her, and as he did she guided his cock and slipped just the tip into her own pussy. Instantly, the boy was in heaven.

He didn't push it in right away, and instead just savored the feeling of it resting at the entrance. Then, slowly, Jon pushed forward, and as his teenage cockhead pushed past the girl's outer pussy lips, the boy threw his head back and muttered: "Oh Amanda...my GOD.....THAT IS SO GOOD!"

I didn’t want to interrupt the two love birds, but I need to make sure he was secure and his balls were padlocked in position. So, we entered the room then, the team, and as William and Linda tied his wrists to the cables I padlocked his cock to the metal triangle of her harness. The couple ignored us, and the boy didn't move. Then, we were gone in less than a minute and that's when they started to do their fucking.

The boys pushed in and out, using deep and long sliding strokes that went the full length of his cock. He had a huge dick really, stiff as a piece of steel, and he fucked her continuously and passionately. It went on and one, and the girl stared at the ceiling. I couldn’t tell if she was in pleasure or pain. I had the thought that he had busted her hymen and perhaps it was hurting her some. I tried to gage her expression, but she seemed to be deep in thought as the boy fucked her pussy.

We looked through the boy's record, but it was clean, and he seemed a good kid with a lot of potential. I liked him, and for a virgin boy his technique wasn't too bad, and it was obvious he would improve and had the equipment to satisfy any woman. I gave him my vote without any reservation.

William liked the boy too, and liked the innocence of the fuck we had been watching. He was rooting for the boy, and it seemed to be an easy choice. Linda however voted against him, and that surprised me and I asked her about it. She explained she didn't like men that masturbated, and if the boy was doing it so young and had all of these techniques she thought he might be more inclined to be less faithful to his wife and might even continue to do it after he was married.

I tried to argue with her, and explained that all boys masturbate, but she started to quote some scripture about the sins that come when a man spills his seed. How do you argue with that? Worse, she then said her brothers never masturbated when they were growing up and she was certain they weren’t doing it now. I gave up...if she was that naïve what could I say anyway?

Hell, it's her vote and she is free to make it as she wants and she was certainly adamantly set against him. Alas, it was all up to the girl, and as I watched her boyfriend fucking her I knew it was going to go in his favor so I didn't let her vote bother me. With William's vote and mine the boy was forty percent there, and after his girlfriend put in her vote he would make it easily.

The fucking continued for a long time. Too long, for sure but the kid was into it and he was trying very hard to truly make love to his girl. The boy just kept it going, in and out, carefully though and yet the girl stared and said nothing as she felt him doing it. Finally, the boy quickened his pace, and then he arched his back and grunted, his eyes going wide open as he stared at the one way mirror and watched himself ejaculate into the girl that he loved.

Then, in a twist of fate perhaps that I'll never forget, his girlfriend Amanda began to speak to him and when she did a chill ran straight down my spine.

"Jon....uh....I.....I love you.....I really do.....but.....well...I hope you understand...but...I don't think I'm ready to get married yet. I'm just not ready. I tried to be...but I’m not."

The boy was pumping out his wad as she said it, and as he did so he blinked, even as he arched his back and squirted out his load. He was trying to make sense of what she was saying. The teenager pushed himself up, so that he was staring at her....and then he said "What..what are you saying? I love you! I WANT TO MARRY YOU!"

She looked at him, and said "No....I can't. I can't. I'm sorry. I thought I could...but I can't. I CAN'T!" Then she turned her head away, and as she did she pressed the red button that voted against him. Of course, with her vote she doomed his balls.

I could hardly believe it. Still, the law is clear, and it is the woman's prerogative to vote in whatever manner she wishes to vote. I knew this girl wasn’t thinking straight, but then again there is no law against that and lots of young girls freak when they are first fucked. I looked to Linda then, and begged her to change her mind....to change her vote to save this boy and let him keep his nuts. She looked at me, and shook her head, and so after that there was nothing to do but to nut the kid even though he didn't deserve it.

He kept begging his girl...and she was so naïve I couldn't believe it. I tried to move slowly, to give them time to talk it out, but it wasn’t working and the girl was crying and she just didn't seem to be listening. She said "No....I can't...maybe later....in six months..maybe....but not now. Not now Jon....maybe later. Let's get married later."

The boy saw us coming, and he turned to her and his voice cracked, a pubescent crack from his fear that took the tone of his voice up at least three octives. "God... Amanda.... GOD.... they'll take my balls.... PLEASE.... don't...do this.... PLEASE MARRY ME...MARRY ME FOR GOD'S SAKE! YOU SAID YOU WOULD....PLEASE...I LOVE YOU! OUR PARENTS ARE WAITING AMANDA!"

I was so close to him then and I could see the fuzz on his upper lip, a dusting there where he was trying to grow a mustache. As I looked at it it occurred to me that it was a wasted effort now. Linda was tired of the slow game I was playing, and she grabbed his right ankle strap and jerked hard, pulling his right leg outward and stretching it all the way to the bedpost. She looked at William, and he did the same thing with the boy's other leg, stretching it wide too. As they spread the boy's legs his entire scrotum was exposed, and as I looked down there, under his ass and between his legs, I could see his balls now waiting for my knife, and the root of his young cock as it was stuffed in her pussy.

His scrotum was lightly covered with his reddish blond hair, and his sac was round and perfect and engorged with his balls. I hesitated then....I mean, how could I do it? How? Linda touched my shoulder then, and said: "Diana, it's time....and you know it. Take his sac and get it done. There are other boys waiting and we don't have all day."

I took the bander, and somehow managed the courage to slip it up, until I had the loops of rubber over his sac. The boy turned then, and I stared into his eyes as he stared back into mine. I could see wetness in those blue eyes, so deep...and he was staring at me with a little-boy look. Even with his cock buried to his balls in the teenage pussy, he looked oh-so-innocent, and yet my hands were tied and I had no choice. I pulled the release lever, and the twin bands snapped off with a pop, closing the top of his scrotum like a hammer hits a nail.

The young man grunted, "UGRGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" and his eyes went wide. God they were blue...intense, and so deep and penetrating, and then as they registered the pain they turned a shade of grey and he squinted from the pain. He started to buck his hips then, literally fucking her again...driving his still hard cock in and out of her dripping pussy even as he wore the bands that had isolated his scrotum from his perfect eighteen year old body.

He was slamming his hips up and down....moving his balls and they slap-slap-slapped into her as he jerked up and down in desperation. He was trying to pull off of her, pulling out so hard that the padlock around his nuts was clinking against the metal ring she wore on her harness. He was jerking his legs too, hard, struggling to close them and to protect his nuts. He was a desperate, young male, struggling so very hard then to get away, flailing with his hands until he pulled against the ties that went to his wrists. I really felt bad for him. I liked him, a lot, and as I stared at those balls and watched his hot little ass go up and down it made me sick to know I had to nut him. I put my hand out and rested it on his bobbing rear...feeling him jerk his round bottom up and down, struggling so hard....so hard and so desperately. There was nothing I could do. I felt for him as I watched him struggle and jerk and thrust.

"DO IT" Linda said.

I was staring right at his balls and his cock as he slid it in and out, and as I looked and watched he continued to struggle, pushing his cock in and out of her pussy so fast it was almost a blur. In and out....faster and faster. It wasn’t as though he was trying to fuck her a second time. It was more like he was trying to get away, to somehow get loose and to end this nightmare, and as he was fighting it and struggling he was fucking her twat in the process. Still, the effect was the same, and as he pumped in and out like a jackhammer the girl began to scream as she shuddered with her very first orgasm that rocked her body with a tremendous spasm.

"DO IT NOW" Linda said again, and I realized my options were gone.

The boy said "Pleaseeee, Amanda, tell them you'll marry me! They're going to take my balls! Please!!!!!"

His girlfriend shook her head from side to side, and then she whimpered "I...I can't. Not yet....give me six months and I'll do it then."

I pulled out my knife, and laid it up, so that it rested directly against the side of his scrotum. I made sure the razor sharp edge was between the two strips of rubber, which were so tight that they were literally pulling his balls closed at the top. He felt the steel....felt my knife, and as he did he increased his struggles even more.

In and out went his cock...in and out....a blur of flesh as his tube pumped into her like running piston. I watched his cute little butt, going up and down, his little asshole puckered closed. I noticed it had a little ring of hair around it, and there was only the slightest dusting of hair on his thighs and legs. He was a smooth kid, really smooth, except for his blond armpits and his small little reddish blond pubic hair. God he was perfect, and the girl was throwing him away. What a waste!

I pushed the knife down then, and let the kid's own motion slide his balls along the edge. The knife started to penetrate, into his sac even as he jerked his hips and pushed his cock in and out of her hole. He was staring at me up over his shoulder until that moment. Then, suddenly, he looked away then, and up, arching his back as he stared straight up into the mirror that filled the ceiling. I increased the sideways pressure on the knife, still letting his motion make the cut for me. At that precise moment, his entire body shuddered, and the boy ejaculated for the last time in his life. His bottom bobbed up and down as he squirted, pumping out his goo in great ropes of cum that filled her pussy for a second time and bubbled out around his flying cock. Still, the same motion pushed the knife through his balls, finishing his own castration as he fucked the girl and shot his final wad. He was staring at the ceiling, watching the entire thing, feeling it too as my knife took his manhood. My blade cut into him just as he squirted out his last wad and then after that he was cumming without his balls.

The girl he was fucking came again too, one more time, and she shuddered as he ejaculated into her, even as he lost his nuts. As the boy's balls came free he just collapsed down on top of his girl. He was covered with sweat and his entire back glistened. I ran my hand down his sweaty back, feeling its wetness and savoring the boy. The nape of his neck was wet too, his entire body sweating where he had struggled so hard to keep what I now held.

I kept his balls. I did. The boy's sac was just so beautiful, and in that jar it looked big, at least big for a teenager who had just turned eighteen. Floating in the jar they looked so wasted, so lonely, the essence of the boy's manhood in the jar and now mine to hold. Its funny, but I'm not going to keep them. No, I am not. The principal from Brenton, like I said, is a friend of mine, and he has asked me if I ever get a sac from one of his seniors then he wants to display it.

He thinks it would be good for the boys in the school, to understand the risks and to make sure they treat their girlfriends right. Somehow, it seems a fitting place for it to go, there on the shelf in the big trophy case, his balls resting forever in their jar and no doubt with the boy's senior picture displayed next to them. It will be a good lesson, and hopefully others will learn from it. Well, at least they are a big set, and perhaps as his friends see them there they will learn a valuable lesson, about what it important and what is not. If nothing else, they will all know that I nutted him.

[Authors note: © Copyright May 2003. All rights reserved. The idea for this story came as a request from one fan. It's his idea. The story and the words are mine. Not to be copied without the consent of the author. All comments are appreciated, more than you can know. If you liked it, please tell me. I will answer every letter. [email protected]]