Ayzintion City – Fathers and Sons

Herod Laquarius smiled. He looked at his son, who was entering his thirteenth year in just ten days. The plans for the coming of age celebration were underway, and he was excited. His boy was about to become a man, and with it he would inherit all of the rights and privileges and status that being a man meant. While he was not a rich father, this was an important day and it was his dream to make it as good of a day as he possibly could for the boy he loved. His wife was already planning the feast, they had one of the rooms in the square reserved, and the boy’s red robes and gold colored adornments were already finished. He was going to make sure it was a special day, a day for him, and for his son.

He looked at Johnathan and then spoke: “So, are you getting excited?”

The boy looked at his father, and answered “Yes father, I am. I am sure looking forward to being thirteen, and if you are serious about the gift, then I am more excited than I can tell you. I want to do it, and I will. Have you picked him out for me yet?”

Herod laughed at the eagerness of his boy, and then answered: “Yes...Carlos found him yesterday in fact. Today, their preparations are beginning. I have an extra surprise----you will have two and you will never forget the moment when you nut them!”

Johnathan: “Two father? What? We can’t afford even one, and the truthsayers claim that you only have to geld one anyway.”

Herod: “Yes, you know the tale as do I. It is true that it is said that when a boy reaches his thirteenth year if he is lucky enough to geld another, on that day then he will gain the virility of the boy whose balls he takes. But there is another tale that is told as well. It is also said that if the boy should geld a man on his thirteenth birthday, then he will live twice as long as the man he gelds. I thought for you that you should have both as presents for your birthday.”

Johnathan: “But father, the cost! We can’t afford to purchase two slaves for me to cut! We can’t afford even one! Besides, the truthsayers’ claims are mostly talk anyway, and we both know it.”

Herod: “That may be, but it won’t hurt. Besides, Carlos owes me several favors. God has sent them to us, and you WILL wield the knife on your birthday. He promised me. A boy was caught with his father cheating the slave sellers, and the elders of the council decided this morning that they would make examples of the pair. They are to lose their balls and be sold themselves. It will teach others the consequences of cheating and it solves our problem as well. In the meantime, Carlos has it set up for you to nut them.” Laughing, he then added: “So, everything is in order, and on your birthday we will make you a virile man who will live a long life.” They both laughed together then. Then his father added “It will be a special day, a day for father and sons to celebrate!”

On the other side of the city, where the cuttings are usually done, Carlos was smiling. He was standing just at the door and looking in he could see the boy he had promised for his friend. He was the ideal boy, perfect for a coming of age ceremony. He was young and virgin and smooth, and he knew it was a miracle he had found him and without any cost too! He had offered his services to the city for free, and had gained the job of cutting them as a result. Oh how sweet it is when things come together! And God he was young and beautiful, his blond hair and green eyes penetrated the room. He figured he was twelve, or perhaps just thirteen, and on the very verge of beginning his push to manhood. Alas, he would never get the chance. While his prick had started to grow and his balls were no longer the balls of a child, still he was immature, and he didn’t have a single real sex hair on his body. There were a few tiny wisps of blond fuzz that had started to lengthen over his cock, but his upper lip was only slightly dusted and the rest of him was smooth. Most telling, the fuzz he was beginning to sprout on his groin had yet to darken. He was perfect for the ceremony, and the only thing to be done was to clean up his prick and he would be ready. Right now the boy had no idea what was in store, and was laying naked and tied and perhaps even bored as he waited for his father to get him out of his situation.

The boy’s father had no idea of the seriousness of the situation either. He had traded in the city for more than fifteen years, and he felt like he was above most everyone. He was the type who figured a quick word to the right person and a little money under the table and he could straighten everything out. Perhaps he could have too if he had talked with any one of a handful of people, but he wasn’t above the law and he hadn’t been given that opportunity. No, this time he had pushed the slave laws just one time too many and had pissed off the wrong person in the process. After that he had been taken, and ever since he had protested loudly to anyone he saw and demanded to be given an audience with someone from the council. Of course, as he lay on the floor he had no idea that the council had already discussed his activities and trading style, and now his fate was sealed. He just hadn’t been told. Carlos laughed at the thought, even as he listened from across the room as the father tried to assure his son things would soon be OK. They sure looked odd together, and the father was a site to behold. He was tied out, flat on the ground, his arms secured wide to two posts in the barn, and his feet spread out to two stakes that had been driven into the dirt by his feet. He was in his forties, and his fat hairy belly and his ugly graying chest hair were disgusting. The man’s prick was thick and long and was ugly too, and as Carlos looked at the man’s ugly hose he couldn’t help but think of all the women it had fucked during its many years of use. Below it was the man’s huge balls, hanging well-used in their sack, almost like a bag stuffed with two old plums. The brown skin of his scrotum was wrinkled with age and ugly and hairy, and while he wasn’t totally fat he had long since lost the trimness of his youth. As he looked up he suddenly noticed Carlos by the door and as he did he began to call out loudly and started demanding to be untied.

“Carlos.....GOD I’m glad to see you! Please, hurry, and cut us loose. Those idiots tied us in here and they need to be reprimanded! Please...hurry!”

Carlos slowly walked into the room, but made no move to untie either of them. The other slaves in the room that were keeping guard and were responsible for the prisoners jumped up as he entered. Carlos looked at the old man and then back to the boy, and finally turning to the man again he said “Untie you? You and I both know you can’t sell someone else’s slaves as your own. I did not come here to untie you.”

The man answered: “Carlos....my old friend, quick joking and get us loose! Come on MAN! Untie us! It’s just a misunderstanding, and I’ll get it straightened. You KNOW ME! Talk to Jerimiah—he will tell you! Please! They had no right to do this to us and somebody is going to pay for keeping me and my boy tied up like we are some kind of animals. I want my clothes, NOW! As soon as I’ve talked with someone from the council I’ll get this all cleared up and get out of this stupid city! Please!”

Carlos looked at him, and then with a nod to one of the slaves standing guard, he said simply: “Gag him.”

Suddenly, the man started yelling, just as the slave picked up the rag and started moving it towards his mouth: “What???? For God’s sake man......... Carlos...... CARLOSSSSSS.....you can’t, I’m warning you......CARLOS......mvfkr smmfbtch.” As the rag filled his mouth, his words became mumbles, and his eyes flew wide open with fury and anger. What the hell was going on?

The wide-eyed man looked over to his son, who had been stripped of his clothing and tied across the floor just as he was now. What the fuck was going on? He was very confused now that his old friend of sorts had gagged him. OK, perhaps he was yelling a little bit too much, and making demands of Carlos might not have been real smart, but still, he hadn’t really cheated anyone! He hadn’t. Not that they had listened. What the hell? Were they going to whip him and his boy? Hell, he would stop coming to the city, and decided that in the future he would set up his own slave market. Right now, he just wanted to talk to anyone from the council, pay the money they wanted, and then get out of this stupid fucking city. Hell, if they would just let him go, he would leave the city and take his boy and his slaves with him and never come back! Right now his heart was pounding, and as his eyes turned back to Carlos he started to wonder what he was even doing here. He had been in the business long enough to know of his reputation and he had certainly seen him around the slave yards. The question seemed to be going around and around in his brain. What the hell was a cutter doing here anyway and why had he gagged him?

God! Carlos was suddenly coming even closer now, and the look in his eyes was intense, and penetrating. The man had seen the look before, in the cutting yards, and as he looked at him he felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. Suddenly, he felt a chill of fear that began to replace his anger, and with the feeling he looked to his boy and he suddenly pulled desperately against his bonds. Carlos! God! As Carlos walked up he spoke to the group of slaves that seem to do his bidding: “Prepare his body. Use the pullers, and make him smooth. Not a hair....anywhere. When you are done, call me. With that, he had walked away and had left the room. What the hell? What? NO! NOOOO!!!!!!! Wait!

My GOD! What they hell were they doing? He was a slave trader for God’s sake-------a friend of the council! They had no RIGHT to do this! Suddenly, as he watched, a group of slave boys were all over him at once, each holding some kind of metal pliers that seemed to have mechanical jaws that were flat on one side. Without any hesitation, each one of the slaves went to an area of his body and started to reach down with the pliers. What the hell? Then, suddenly, oh SHIT!!!!!!! GOD! “AGHHHHHHHHHMGGGG” he grunted into his gag, as the boy near his waist had reached down and simply jerked out ten of so strands of his pubic hair with a single pull of the pliers. Then suddenly, his armpits, his chest, his legs, his face---everywhere it seemed, at once and yet individually, his body hairs were being pulled and then pulled again and oh GOD it hurt and NO! OH GOD! He tried to protest but his yells were muffled by the gag. STOP! Hey, you can’t do this! Hey, wait—I am NOT A SLAVE! FUCK! The pain! As the hairs were being extracted by their roots each area began to burn and with each jerk of his hair his body spasmed from it. He started to scream into the gag with even more desperation, yelling at the boys that were doing it to him and trying to get someone’s attention so they would listen to him. They seemed not to care, and ignored his please and just pulled more hairs. Again and again and again they pulled on his hairs, and with each tuft they jerked out by the roots the smooth skin left behind turned red and inflamed. His leg hairs....OH GOD..no..NO...and his BALLS for God’s sake...they were pulling the fucking hairs right off of his balls! But the pubes were the worse, and the boy doing that area was pulling them out so fast there was no time to prepare for the pain. Jerk! Rip. JERK! Rip. JERK! Rip. Again and again and again the slave boy grabbed a plier full of his pubic hair and then just jerked up on the pliers and with the motion out it came....then back down again and he grabbed some more! SHIT! By the fucking roots! OH FUCK IT HURT! Were they mad? SHIT! I’ll kill them....I’ll castrate these son of a bitches I will...I’ll have them all gelded if they don’t stop this NOW! Then again, and another wad of his pubes -- gone! “ARGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!” The more than forty-year old man began to lose his hair, and as it was happening he struggled and bounced and jerked on the ropes that held him. They can’t do this! They can’t! Then one lad grabbed the wispy hairs that were growing out of the ring around his nipples, and as he jerked them out three and four strands at a time the man was screaming against his bonds and grunting with every pull. God his nipples were sensitive! Yet, the slaves didn’t seem to take heed, and they worked on him like he was an object without feeling. Hell, they were treating him like a slave! Even his beard was being jerked out, hair by hair. FUCK! It made no difference to them, they had a job to do and so they were doing it. In fact, the boys worked on him without stopping, and as they did slowly the man’s armpits became smoother and smoother, and his pubes disappeared and his chest slowly took on the look of a younger man. He was soon crying....grunting with the pain of each extraction, and yet he also realized there was nothing he could do to stop any of it. Not until he could talk to a councilman. Then one of the boys started on his head, and while he had already lost much of his hair to time, there was still plenty of it and what was left was not coming out easily. They were going to make him bald! He jerked against his bonds, pulling in desperation on the ropes, as more and more hairs came out by their roots. Later, they flipped him over on his stomach, to get the back of his legs and the hair around his hole. There was nothing he could do to prevent it, and while he had no idea what the purpose was in what they were doing, for him it didn’t matter and all that he did know was it was the longest and single most painful experience of his life. In all, it took more than three hours to denude him totally, and when it was done he was almost unrecognizable as to the man he had been. He was just babbling into his gag by the end, spent and almost delirious from the onslaught and the removal of every single strand of hair. They had turned him into a bald man with a bare stomach, his big root sticking up from a bald mound and adding to his look of a plucked chicken ready for slaughter.

It was done. Carlos was summoned then, and when he arrived he burst out laughing as he looked at the man. He then turned his attention to the young boy that had watched his father as his hair was pulled from his body, and it was obvious that it had distressed him as he saw it done. Still, the boy’s prick was half hard, while the fathers hose was almost vertical. The contrast in the two was striking....the youth’s prick was young and thin, the foreskin white and almost see-through, not quite covering the tip of the youth’s prick. The man’s dick was thicker, and even with the hair removed it looked old and wrinkled, and the ugly foreskin was brown and seemed to hide the end of his dick completely.

Carlos looked at the pipes on the table, and selected the number two size for the boy. It was a special pipe, made of bronze and honed smooth inside, with a small little bead that had been rolled around one end of the tube. The little bead made a ridge on the pipe. Without any hesitation, he approached the boy, and then took the boy’s semi-hard dick in his hand. The boy grunted, and the boy’s father started screaming into his gag anew as he saw Carlos touch his son’s dick. What the hell was Carlos doing? That’s MY SON! MINE! He is NOT A SLAVE! Carlos looked at him as the father yelled his garbled phrases into his gag and laughed, and then as the father watched he slipped one of the bronze pipes down over the end of the boy’s dick, sliding it over it, but under his foreskin, until it could be pushed no further. With his hand he then pulled forward on the boy’s foreskin, stretching it along the pipe. He pulled on it so hard the boy grunted. Then, as he held the skin stretched out over the pipe, Carlos reached down and took his favorite gelding knife, and without any comment he just moved it to the end of the pipe that covered the boy’s prick, and laid the knife over the skin there until it rested on the little bead from the pipe underneath. The knife was almost three inches from the tip of the boy’s prick. Suddenly, the boy grunted again and jerked against his bonds, his eyes wide with fear as he struggled hard against his ropes. Then, with a practiced motion, as the boy’s father continued screaming his protests into his gag, Carlos rotated his wrist and pulled the knife across the boys dick, pushing down until the steel of the knife met the bronze of the pipe that encased his dick. The knife penetrated the boys foreskin all the way around, and as the cut was completed the entire foreskin came lose in his hand. The boy screamed as he was circumcised, and with a single motion Carlos removed the pipe, and the boy’s foreskin came with it. The boy’s purple dickhead was bouncing in the air, its sensitive surface feeling the air like never before and the entire thing pulsating and hard from the attention. Then, as the boy’s eyes were wet from the pain, Carlos dipped his right hand in a bag of styptic salts and began to rub them into the boy’s cock. As he did so, the boy screamed again as the salt bit into the wound and stopped the bleeding in an instant.

Finished, Carlos looked at the man. His eyes were fixed with anger, as he looked at his son’s new circumcision and the exposed purple end of his dick. Carlos noticed the man’s dick had increased in girth, and was not totally unaffected by what he had witnessed. Carlos then picked up another of the bronze pipes with the beaded edges. This one was larger than the other, and as he approached the middle age man spread eagled on the floor their eyes met again and it was obvious the man realized what was to be done. He was powerless to stop it, and yet he struggled against his ropes and pulled and jerked his hips in a mad desperate lunge to get away. The man was shaking his bald head back and forth desperate to communicate to the man he knew as a cutter. Carlos watched him, smiling at his struggles. The father still hadn’t figured it all out yet. Then, Carlos pushed the bronze pipe over the man’s big dick, pulling the thick ugly foreskin back down and out of the way until he could get the pipe started over the tip of the dick. Then, with a hard push, he almost rammed it down and over the length of the man’s ugly prick as far as it would go, under his foreskin and over his shaft. Then, he rolled his foreskin up and over the pipe and stretched it taut by pulling it forward. The man went wild then, trying to prevent the unstoppable. Carlos laughed at him. Then he spoke: “Old man, I’m not your friend and never have been. My advice is to stop your struggles. Your dick skin is history, and your struggles will not prevent it. You are no longer a slave trader. You cheated too many, and your slaves have been taken as payment. You are nothing here now. In fact, in ten days we are going to enjoy taking your balls. Compared to that, this should be almost enjoyable for you!” The man’s eyes went wide as the words sunk in, and then in desperation he began to jerk against his bonds like there was no tomorrow. The gesture was futile, and as he watched the cutter holding his dick, he felt it stir and lengthen. Then, as he watched, Carlos was suddenly moving the knife, slicing the knife through the man’s thick foreskin pushing it hard against the pipe below it. FUCK IT HURT! The man screamed with the cut, and his dick went rock hard from the attention even as he felt the knife. Suddenly, he thrust his hips upward and grunted. Just as Carlos was rotating the knife under the man’s shaft and cutting through the ring of skin the man’s white seed began to shoot out of his dick, pumping out the end of the pipe and into Carlos’s hand that held him. He was cumming! Carlos didn’t flinch, and ignored the spurting. Instead, he finished the cut and pulled off the pipe and the skin covering it with a single, quick jerk, even while the man’s now exposed dickhead continued to pulsate, ejaculating his seed with a vengeance. His hose jutted and pulsated from his bald mound, and his white semen shot out and onto his smooth belly, the gobs of his seed pumping out of him even as his own boy was watching it happen. The younger boy was watching in shock; he had never seen a dick squirt and he could hardly believe what his father’s dick was doing. Carlos watched until the man was spent, and then said to the slaves that were watching: “The boy seems to like it. After I leave, feed the spunk to the boy.” Then he looked to the man, who was still protesting loudly into his gag, and added “That’s the last of your pleasure. If you dare shoot again before your balls are cut, I’ll cut your dick off.” The man’s eyes went wide, the fear now so great his heart was pounding in his chest. With that, Carlos grabbed the man’s bleeding dick with a handful of styptic salts, and worked the white powder into the ring where the skin had been cut from the man’s hose until the bleeding stopped. The man’s exposed dick was flared and engorged, and the now super-sensitive purple head was bulging. As Carlos looked down at it he smiled at the improvement, even as he watched the man’s string of goo still dripping from its tip. He let his thumb slide over the tip, which was slick and bulging and so fucking sensitive. It’s color was a cross between purple and red, bouncing to the man’s heartbeat and more sensitive and exposed than it had ever been before. As his thumb rubbed over the skin, the man flinched and grunted and his hips bucked as if he was fucking. Carlos shook his head then, and with his other hand he reached under the man’s legs and hefted his huge ballsac that was resting on the floor. He felt the weight of his orbs, and let his fingers move over his testicles. The man grunted as he was being handled. Carlos examined the man’s package, feeling it, with the interest of a man holding a piece of meat he intends to buy. Finally, Carlos dropped the man’s balls and let them sag again to the floor, and then got up and walked out of the room, leaving the other slaves to attend to the man and his son and to guard the pair until they were needed for the birthday cutting.

Ten Days later........

Thirteen! The time had finally arrived and the celebration was in full swing. The music played and the guests were watching the dancing. Johnathan, as the guest of honor, was seated at the head of the big table and was clapping to the beat of the music, his belly stuffed with the aftermath of a great meal. He sipped on his first wine, and savored a grape from the fruit bowl as he watched the women move to the music. The belly dancers seemed so sexy, and the boy felt his dick stir with excitement as the women kept him in their gaze. Eveyone seemed excited, and the crowded room was happy with wine and the excitement of the celebration. His mom had dressed him in in robes of bright red silk, and the golden tassels sparkled in the candlelight and he was stunning to the crowd. His father was seated at his side, and seemed to be relishing in the merriment of his son’s night. The dancing was taking place next to the head table, and just beyond it the blue velvet curtain hung from the ceiling of the great hall. Behind the curtain was the other boy and his father, likewise seated side-by side. But unlike the pair at the head table, this boy and his dad were tied into their sitting positions, their legs stretched wide apart and their bodies ready and waiting for their manhood to be taken from them. Their arms were stretched out and up, and tied to an overhead beam that exposed their bald armpits. They were both gagged with a golden cloth, and from their nipples small golden rings had been punctured and now hung down, adorning them like two sacrificial lambs. Between their stiff legs that were stretched apart, there were two pots of glowing coals resting on a small shelf built into their platforms for that purpose, the heat from them rising and warming the balls above and making them hang loose for the taking. Carlos was behind the curtain too, getting them ready and making the final preparations for the new thirteen year old to do his cutting. First, he took a leather tie, and walking up to the man, he rubbed his hand over his bald head, then stroked his smooth face and let his hand slide down his chest and past his bobbing prick. The father watched everything, and pulled on his bonds and tried to jerk his thighs together. Carlos then slowly looped the tie over the man’s hanging nuts, and as he did so the man watched and jerked and struggled. He had seen this done on hundred of slaves before they were castrated, and so he knew what was in store. Still, he could do nothing to prevent it, and as Carlos formed the cinch knot and took the loop, he could only close his eyes and grit his teeth in the anticipation of what was coming. With a snap Carlos jerked the loop closed, and as he did so the man jerked his hips and grunted into the gag from the pain. His eyes flew wide open at that, the pain more intense than he expected and the bite of the leather deeper and somehow primal. Carlos formed a second loop, next to the first, and then jerked it closed as well. The cords of leather had been soaked in brine, and as the heat from the coals warmed them they immediately began to shrink tighter and then tighter still. The man’s balls were huge, and were now literally bulging in their sac, the skin stretched so tight and the sac so big that it was hanging like a bull’s sack hangs on a hot day. The man’ was wild with fear, and as he looked to his boy next to him his eyes were pleading against what was now obviously inevitable.

Carlos listened to the music and figured he had only a few minutes left. He went to the boy then, who was struggling hard to get loose, his eyes terror-stricken as he looked over at his father and stared at the huge erection that was jutting up from his bald mound. As he stared at his father’s bound balls and hugh thrusting cock, he felt the loop of leather going around his own small sac, and looking down, he was just in time to see it suddenly being cinched closed with a snap. As it happened, he jerked against his ropes, and the most intense pain of his young life crushed into his balls and trapped his testicles. He began to wildly jerk and buck his hips after that, his boyhood prick rising to the occasion until it too was soon jutting skyward like his fathers. Carlos then took the oil from the bottle and poured it over the boy’s genitals, and then with his hand he worked it in, his fist moving up and down over the boy’s four inch shaft. The boy grunted from the feeling, his entire dick glistening in the light and the exposed end of his shaft purple and bulging. Then Carlos turned his attention to the father, and began to massage the oil into his prick and balls, over the length of his dick and especially on the exposed head of his throbbing erection. Carlos then began to pump the prick, up and down and up and down, working the oil into the shaft and rubbing his thumb over the super-sensitive and only recently exposed tip. The old man grunted, the feeling building within his balls. A drop of pre-cum glistened from the tip, and the feeling of need was deep and powerful. It had been ten days since he had ejaculated, and the desire was primal and the need was intense. The end of the father’s dick was purple and flared, and it glistened with the intensity of the moment, almost as if it was eager for its owner’s castration to begin. Carlos stopped, just before the man exploaded, and then said “tsk tsk tsk......not yet old man. Remember, no pleasure allowed....not until you feel the knife and after that then you can shoot all you want.” With that.....he burst out laughing.

In the background, you could hear one of the city’s truthsayers retelling the tale of virility. As he finished, a second truthsayer began the story of a thirteen year old who once long ago gelded a man and gained a long and satisfying life as result. As the old story was being retold the crowd could be heard eager and ready. Carlos gave the man and the boy a few final jerks, pumping their cocks up and down and up and down, until the were literally rock hard and jutting with desire. He figured the man was on the verge of shooting. Then, with the sound of a horn, Carlos dropped their dicks, and grabbing the curtains he parted them right on cue. As the curtains were drawn apart, the boy and the father were exposed, their bound balls bulging in their sacks and their pricks hard and eager and glistening with desire. It was too much for the crowd, and the room literally erupted in excitement, the crowd giddy and ready and the music rising to a crescendo as the entire room broke into a thunderous applause.

Johnathan looked stunning, dressed in his red robes, the golden belt on his waist and the gelding knife hanging from it. It was his moment, the final moment in the ceremony where truth and fiction came together, and where one boy would become a man as he unmanned two others. Everyone seemed excited, and even the two exposed dicks on the platform were jutting to the sky, seemingly to pulsate with need and obviously ready and eager for the taking of their balls. Their balls themselves were bulging in their sacs, the boy’s small and round; the man’s huge and hanging, like stuffed plums ready for the picking. The crowd began to chant “take them....take them.....TAKE THEM........TAKE THEM.” Johnathan smiled, and then, standing up, he walked to the front of the room and up to the boy who was his same age. As he stared down at the youth, he felt his own dick stir in his pants, the boy’s small erection and trapped balls the most exciting thing he had ever seen. Johnathan saw the two leather cords that bound his balls, and then, as Carlos had instructed him, he took out the knife to make the cut. Something stopped him, and with his free hand he instead reached out and touched the boys dick, feeling it, touching it, and then finally stroking it. The boy was stiff and hard, his erection so intense that the boy’s little veins were popping out with intensity. His dick was throbbing with his hearbeat, and the tip was glistening from the oil. Johnathan felt the boy, and it was like he was holding his own dick. It was the same size, and he stroked it up and down as the crowd encouraged him.

The boy felt his dick being moved, and as the boy in the red robe stroked his dick he suddenly felt strange, almost like he was going to pee. He had never felt anything like it, and he pulled against his bonds even as the boy continued to stroke his dick up and down. Oh it felt good, so incredibly fucking good, and as he looked out into the crowded room he saw the belly dancers to the side, watching him, their eyes open with an intensity of interest and their tight little tits only covered by the barest of silk. Everyone in the room was watching, staring at him and watching his dick being pumped. Suddenly, the most intense feeling he had ever had shook his entire body, and then his dick suddenly just started to spasm and as he looked down at it with fear he saw that it was spurting clear fluid out and into the fist that held him. He grunted then, the intensity of his first orgasm so incredible he had no idea what it was even as he was feeling it. He bucked his hips and grunted, then bucked them harder and harder, shoving his own four inch cock in and out of the hand that held it. GOD! Suddenly, the boy holding it grabbed his balls instead, dropping his pulsating dick and then, almost before he realized it, he saw the curved knife being hooked under his quivering balls, up next to the two knotted gutstrings. The crowd was screaming then, “DO IT” “DO IT”, and he realized his balls were going to be taken even as the waves of pleasure still pulsated through him! He jerked hard against his bonds....struggling to stop the unstoppable, but his efforts were futile and then, while he watched, the birthday boy jerked his hand upward, pulling the knife though his tender testicles and instantly severing them from his body. With the motion, the pain shot through him and the pleasure disappeared forever, and then his body just convulsed from the shock of the cut. As he felt the pain the room seemed to tilt sideways, and then his eyes rolled back into his head. He made a final jerk and his hips bucked one more time. Then he fainted, collapsing against his restraints and the fight gone out of him like the light goes from a snuffed candle. The crowd cheered with the cut, and Johnathan smiled as he held up the small sac of still trapped balls so everyone could see. Wow!

The room broke into a thunderous applause. Johnathan then turned to the boy’s father, who was almost delirious with fear and struggling desperately. He was jerking wildly, trying to get away, to get loose, to somehow someway stop the nightmare from continuing. The crowd was feeding on his struggles, excited beyond measure to see the huge sack be taken next. It hung there, almost begging to be removed, and his bald chest and bald hair and bald mound accentuated his throbbing dick and the hugeness of his balls. The balls had had many a woman, and the man fought with desperation to keep them. But the boy didn’t hesitate with the man, and instead just took the knife in his right hand and grabbed the man’s sac with his left. The man’s balls were so big that the young teenager could hardly hold them in his palm which was still slick from the boy’s sperm. He pulled out on the balls, stretching the huge sac as best he could, and then hooked the curve of the knife underneath and placed it carefully between the two ties. The man struggled wildly, sensing the end, feeling the youth holding his balls and knowing he was going to lose them. The crowd was giddy with the moment, and the new thirteen year old felt the power of the moment. He hesitated, savoring the moment between holding a man and ending a manhood. Suddenly, a drum started rolling, building to a crescendo and emphasizing the moment. It was time, and everyone sensed it! Then, with a jerk, the boy pulled hard with the knife, but he was unprepared for the toughness of the older man’s testicles and even with the sharpness of the knife it only went part-way through. The man grunted from the cut, his hips jerking wildly as he felt the steel, and then, suddenly, his ten days of pent up lust came shooting out of his dick, flying out with a tremendous force that made the crowd roar. Ignoring his fountain of semen, the boy jerked again with the knife, and the man’s entire body seemed to move with the jerk and a shudder ran through him, but even so the knife only cut through one of the ball cords. As he shuddered and jerked against his ropes, the now half-castrated man was just babbling into his gag and delirious from the intensity of what was happening. His hips were bucking wildly now, fucking the air, even as he continued to spurt his seed, grunting out his last act as a man even as his balls were being taken. Finally, with a sawing motion the boy finished the cut, the man’s big balls coming free at last even as the man’s cream flowed down between his legs and his big dick continue to pump out his fluids. The man’s orgasm was the most intense one of his life, and the amount of his jizz was so great that it amazed everyone that was watching. It was a desperate last act of a man. Finally, with the removal of his nuts, his orgasm slowed and then ended, and as the pleasure disappeared it was replaced by an empty, aching feeling that burned with a new intensity. The new pain was intense and lingering and it seemed to penetrate his entire soul. The man looked down, his eyes wide with the realization he had been castrated, and as he looked he could see the last of his spent semen drooling out of his newly circumcised dick. As he watched, his prick began to shrink before his eyes and his last erection started to fade away. The tears formed in his eyes even as he stared at the big purple end, still flared and exposed, and glistening with the last remains of his manhood.

Johnathan slipped the knife back into his belt, and then reached down and picked up the youths sac in his hand. Holding both sets of balls high over his head, he grinned from ear to ear and the crowd went wild. As he stepped back off the platform the curtain closed, just as the crowd was coming to their feet, the thunderous applause so loud that the entire room seemed to shake. Johnathan’s father reached over and hugged his son, and taking the man’s balls from him he hefted them high over his head in triumph. His boy was a man and his future was assured! As the crowd continue to roar, the two grinned together. It was truly a great day, a special day, a day for fathers and sons to experience things together.

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