Ayzintion City—Just Another Gelding (story 3 of a series)

The seventeen year old teenager lay spread eagled, his wrists secured to the table, his naked body widespread and exposed. His thigh muscles strained against the leather that held his legs apart, and as he looked up at the crowd surrounding the table he screamed his muffled cries into the rag that had been stuffed into his mouth only moments before. His eyes were wide with fear. His prick was hard, like a steel rod it jutted upwards, the youth’s foreskin retracted and the boy’s big purple head exposed, glistening in the hot afternoon sun. Knowing his new owner was about to have him unmanned, he fought with desperation, struggling hopelessly against his bonds. Only a month before he had been put to a girl, feeling her wetness and her sex ever other night, and now, without warning or reason, he had been pulled away from the breeding huts and brought here, here to Ayzintion City, and to the gelding tables. No!!!!

Suddenly, the cutter was holding the youth’s sack, fondling it, caressing each ball individually and feeling the essence of his manhood. The teenager grunted with the feeling, thrusting his hips skyward in some desperate and primal urge to somehow break away and stop what was unstoppable. The area of the gelding table was crowded, the way it is on a busy weekend when the cuttings are going on non-stop. The boy looked to his owner, his eyes pleading, begging for mercy in a merciless city. The crowd was eager. Most of the witnesses were older men with beards, as was usual, although there were a number of young street urchins about, leaning forward to watch the castration, their eyes eager to see it happen yet careful not to seem too interested. Several of the youngsters watching sported erections of their own, some more obvious than others, their pants revealing their own desires. There is something about a nutting that interests young men, and as long as it is another being cut the excitement is intense and almost thrilling for those fortunate enough to watch.

The unfortunate lad strapped to the table was a prime example of a perfect adolescent body, his hard muscles trim, his flat stomach accentuating his perfect form. The blond hair tuffs under his arms and the thick matt of pubic hair above his manhood were the only visible traces of sex hair, and his face had the lines of maturity that lay somewhere between a boy and a man. His medium hair was tussled, and was wet with sweat as the afternoon sun burned down from the crystal sky.

The cutter seemed to be in no real hurry. He enjoyed the moment as he held the boys testicles. Then, slowly, he brought a leather tie up between the boy’s legs, and then, with a swift motion he knotted it, tight and firm, trapping the boys balls in their sack. As the knot slammed closed and the bite of the leather cut into his ball sack, the teenager grunted, his face grimacing as he felt his balls bulging in his scrotum. As he grunted, the crowd laughed as one, the excitement suddenly building and the eagerness obvious to everyone. The cutter then took a second tie, and placing it above the first, he knotted it as well, the two ties so tight that the boys balls were literally isolated from his body, even though they were still attached to it. The youth thrusted wildly, humping the air almost as if he was seeking another woman, his long prick bouncing to his heartbeat and literally throbbing with some unknown desire. The tip of his prick oozed fluid, which excited the crowd even more. The two knots of the ties were right next to each other, the skin between them cinched up so tight that it almost couldn’t be seen. Underneath the knots, the boys balls bulged in their sack, the skin stretched so tight that the two orbs stood out clearly, the sack hanging loose in the hot sun and almost begging to be taken.

The man hesitated then, savoring the moment. There is something about that moment before a boy loses his manhood, as he feels the bite of the leather and is aware of his testicles in a way he has never been aware of them before. It’s always amazing how hard they get, their pricks stiff and jutting like they are eager for their own castration. This boy was no exception, his tight balls hung below a full ten inches of hard manhood, so stiff that the veins bulged and the throbbing end of his dick was swelled to an almost obscene proportion. The end was oozing even more now, copious amounts of clear fluid anointed the tip and were actually oozing down the boy’s shaft. He was ready, and the crowd was eager.

The cutter took the gelding knife, and holding it up to the boy so he could see the curve of the blade, he then moved it down, between the youth’s legs so that he hooked it under and between the two knots that bound his balls. The sharp of the steel blade rested under the tiny bit of flesh between them; the important little bit of flesh that still contained his cords and held his balls to his body. As the cutter held the knife in his right hand, he grasped the boy’s ballsack in his left, pulling downward on it, stretching out the sack and pulling on the skin resting against the blade. Time stood still. The youth looked up at the sky, and closed his eyes tightly against the crowd and the pain that he knew was about to come. The intensity of the moment was so great that not a sound from anyone could be heard. The only movement was the rapid rise and fall of the youth’s chest as he sucked in the hot air and the bobbing of his erect penis as it pulsated with his heartbeat. Suddenly, the cutter moved his right hand in a swift, upward pull, and as he did he literally jerked the thin blade right through the youth's testicles in a single, well practiced gesture. The boy screamed into the gag, and at the same time his dick spasmed, his hot seed shooting from his prick with an intensity that only a youth having his last orgasm can deliver. The lines of semen flew into the air, shooting out and upward, then back down again and landing on his chest. As he grunted out his seed his hips thrusted into the air, almost fucking it, even while his balls were being held to the crowd and lay in the hands of another. One of the leather ties was still tied to the separated sack, and the balls bulged within it and literally seemed to quiver in the man’s hand. As the boy ejaculated he opened his eyes, only to see his own balls being displayed to the crowd. The crowd seemed to be roaring with approval, even as the youth’s body was flooded with a mixture of intense pain and the sexual pleasure of his release. His orgasm seemed to go on forever. Finally, as the last of his seed emptied from his ball-less body, the castrated youth collapsed to the table, his struggles ceased and his face was painted with defeat and pain. The cutter looked at the new eunuch and smiled, and then dropped the boy’s still bulging balls into the bowl between his legs. Then, with a only a moments hesitation, he picked up the cauterization tool and laid it against the spot under the youth’s shrinking prick where the remains of his sack was still tied. As the smoke seared the wound closed, the youth grunted again, then collapsed completely. The boy’s dick rapidly deflated, never again to rise with desire. The cutter, his work completed and with other castrations pending, then picked up the bowl with the boy’s balls and walked from the table, leaving the unmanned boy laying still, exhausted and humiliated, the tears welled up and now flowing from his eyes.

As they cut him down and dragged him to the area where the slaves are taken to heal, the crowd dispersed and the normal bustle of the city resumed. The boy’s owner was pleased with how it had gone. He looked at the smoothness of the teenager’s body, and savoring the moment in his mind when the boy’s balls had come free of his body, he felt his own prick stir again with the excitement of things to come.

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