The battle had just ended with the same result as all of our previous battles, a complete victory for us. We had defeated a force of two thousand men, killing none of them, and taking all as prisoners. Because of our superior weaponry, we were able to do this with only two hundred fifty men, without a single casualty.

     We had stripped all of the prisoners of their clothing and they stood naked with their hands tied behind their backs waiting and wondering what we had in store for them. We also waited for our orders from our superiors as to what their fate would be. We didn’t have much to wonder about, the orders were always the same.

     I heard a beep and saw a flashing red light on my communications console and the face of my commander came on the screen. I said, “Good afternoon, Commander Lightfoot.” He said. “General Herndon. Your orders are as follows. Leave twenty-five semi-intact and harvest all the rest. Proceed immediately.” Before I could reply, the screen went black.

     I exited my tent and walked briskly to the prisoners compound and relayed the orders to the officer in charge. There was no need to explain to him what the orders meant, for he had carried out the same orders countless times. He turned to his sergeant and said, “You heard the orders sergeant, begin immediately.”

     The prisoners stood silent as a flurry of activity began around them. They knew better than to do anything else, as they knew the capability of our weapons. My men formed twenty teams of three men each and went to work I unison. The twenty teams had spread out along the long line of prisoners. One man from each team carried a large plastic bucket and placed it about thirty feet from the prisoners and at my command two men from each team grabbed a prisoner by his tied arms and led him to the third man who was waiting by the bucket. When the men by the buckets saw the prisoners being led to them, they all removed their knives from their sheaths. Twenty, terrified, naked prisoners were pushed forward toward the waiting knives. As they were brought to them, the men with the knives reached down and circled their thumb and index finger around each prisoners’ cock and scrotum, placed the cold hard steel below their packages and with one quick slice, twenty complete packages came free in their hands.

     Blood curdling screams arose as the knives cut through their manhood. The cutters held their prizes high for everyone to see, then tossed twenty cocks, scrotums and forty balls into the plastic bucket beside them. Most of the prisoners had lifted themselves up on their toes, trying in vain keep the blades from severing their genitals, but now their legs were buckling as blood spurted from the terrible open wounds between their legs. Their captors dragged and carried them, with their hands still tied behind their backs, to a large stockade and released them to bleed to death.

     The remaining prisoners had watched in horror and now knew their own fate. Some began to scream and tried to run, but my men simply knocked them to the ground with their stun guns. Soon they all quieted down and simply accepted their fate. The prisoners that had been stunned only bought themselves a little time. As soon as they come to, they will be cut too.

An inspector near each bucket began evaluating the prisoners. Their jobs were to choose the twenty-five prisoners to be left semi-intact. They were looking for the most beautiful male bodies with the best-formed cocks. The condition of their balls and sac didn’t matter, because they were to be removed, leaving the young men as eunuch slaves.

     As I watched the mass cuttings, my cock was throbbing as it always does. I love to see the look on their faces as they stare at their bloody cock and balls on display in the hands of another man. I didn’t savor the sight of their dying.

      I knew it would take less than an hour to cut the genitals from one thousand nine hundred and seventy-five men. I wanted to watch them all, but for now, I had more important things to tend to. I wanted to be sure that I could watch the last two or three groups of men being cut and especially the procedures that would leave the last twenty-five youngest, most beautiful men semi-intact. I always go directly back to my quarters and masturbate to an intense orgasm after watching the final cuttings. I told the sergeant to send for me before the last sixty men were cut and I returned to my duties.

     I went back to work, but could not keep my mind on my duties. I kept thinking about all the cocks and balls being cut from the naked men and wondering how full the buckets were that held them. My cock was bulging and my balls were aching for the release of my hot cum. Time seemed to be standing still as I waited. I tried to keep my mind on the duties at hand, but after what seemed like an eternity, I couldn’t stand it any longer. I unbuckled my belt, unzipped my pants and let them fall to the floor. I pulled my briefs down and let my raging hard-on spring free. I sat in my chair and just stared at my painfully erect penis. I began to stroke it slowly, milking the clear pre-cum from its slit, being careful not to bring myself to an orgasm. I lay my head back with visions of cocks and balls being cut from between men’s legs and the gaping wounds spurting blood. I collected the sweet pre-cum on the tip of my index finger and transferred it to my waiting lips. I was almost to the point of no return when a knock on the door brought me back to the present. I quickly pulled my briefs and pants up, buckled my belt and opened the door.

“Eighty prisoners left to cut, sir.” I heard the sergeant say.

“Thank you sergeant, I’ll be right there.” I replied.

      I arrived just in time to see twenty packages being tossed into the buckets. Each team had added a second bucket and each was half full. It will be quite a good harvest! It won’t be long before the buckets will hold one thousand nine hundred and seventy five cocks and scrotums, and three thousand nine hundred and fifty tender testicles.

    The average package weighs seven ounces. A quick calculation determined the weight of the harvested genitals would be eight hundred and sixty-four pounds. Approximately one quarter of the weight of each package will be lost in the skinning process, leaving six hundred and forty-eight pounds of delicious red meat for our dining tables. Each of my men will be served just over two and a half pounds of this rare delicacy. I guess, this is really a pretty meager harvest, since eight men will have to die for each portion and the harvest will produce one hundred and seventy-eight tons of bloody corpses, but my men will eat well tonight! My master chef has a superb recipe for preparing the harvested genitals. 

  Each man will receive the skin of seven to eight of the packages to be fashioned into the soft supple leather items of his choice. The average scrotum will produce a seven-inch circle of fine soft leather and the skin from the average penis will render a four by six inch square of the softest and most highly prized leather.

                                                                                                                                                                 My cock was still very hard, but got even harder as I watched the next two groups of prisoners being cut. I could feel the wetness of my pre-cum in my briefs. I was about to explode and my favorite spectacle had not yet begun.

 In the stockade, hundreds of prisoners lay dead and hundreds more lay dying and crying out for help as their blood spurted on the ground. Their deaths were assured, since their hands were still tied behind their backs, preventing them from stemming the flow.

     We would have removed all the hair from the prisoner’s genitals before cutting them, but we simply didn’t have the time. It makes it difficult for our chef to get them all after we make such a bloody mess out of them. Oh well, we will have to endure pulling some hair from our teeth, but the delicious feast will be worth it.

     Suddenly the sounds of men screaming brought me back to the present and I looked up to see twenty more bloody packages being held aloft for all to see. Twenty more cocks and forty balls to go and then on to the castrations of the twenty-five finest, soon to be, slaves.

     We had prepared a special operating tent to perform the castrations, because we wanted these slaves to be perfect eunuch specimens with little or no complications from their surgery. In a way, these men were the unlucky ones, because even though they will retain their cocks and live, they will endure the most pain, because no anesthesia will be used. The castrations will be performed slowly and deliberately and will include the complete removal of their scrotums as well. There will be five surgeons performing the castrations, so each will have five men to cut. One of the great perks of being the leader of this battalion, is that; I will be taking possession of all twenty-five packages.

    While all of the other prisoners’ genitals were being harvested, the twenty-five chosen prisoners were being prepared for their emasculations. All of their body hair was removed by pulling it out by the roots and depilatory cream was used to remove all of the finer hairs to leave them silky smooth. Each was given an enema and an inflatable butt plug was inserted into their anus, so that they could not soil themselves during the cutting. They were given a bath in anti-bacterial soap and given a hospital gown to keep them clean while they waited to lose their manhood.

     I looked toward the door as five of the prisoners were led in and lined up with their hands tied behind their backs. With sharp knives the guards cut the gowns from them, leaving five young, beautiful, and very naked male bodies totally exposed for all to see. My cock started to grow as I stared at their slim, well muscled bodies. The smoothness of their hairless bodies made their uncut cocks seem large, even though all of them were flaccid. The fear in their eyes made it clear that not one of them found their predicament the least bit erotic.

     The remaining twenty prisoners were kept outside of the operating tent so they could not see what was happening to their comrades, but they could hear their screaming and pleading and knew what was going to happen to them was not going to be pleasant.

     The order was given and the first five prisoners were dragged to the waiting operating tables and laid on their backs with their legs together. Leather straps protruding from table were tightened around their legs at their ankles and knees. Their arms were strapped at their sides at their wrists and elbows. A wide strap was drawn tight around their chests and another around their hips. The straps completely immobilized them. Then a ratcheting sound was heard as the lower part of the table parted and their legs were spread wide, accommodating complete access to their genitals. The backs of the tables were raised at the head, so that the prisoners could look down and watch as the surgeons cut away their manhood.

    Most of the prisoners on the tables were pleading for mercy, begging not to be cut. I’m sure they all thought they were going to be cut and killed like all the others. They thought that it would all be over with one quick slash of a knife. Little did they know that their pain would last much longer.

    As I surveyed the five naked men on the tables, I was drawn to a beautiful blond boy that looked to be in his early twenties. He has a beautiful, almost feminine face, with pale blue eyes, but what struck me as even more beautiful was his six-inch uncut penis, with its’ mushroom shaped head partly protruding from his soft foreskin. His balls were average size, but nicely shaped inside his tight scrotum. The skin on his cock and balls was flawless. I told his surgeon to take extra care not to damage the beautiful skin of his scrotum as he cut it free. The surgeon nodded affirmatively and said that it was time to begin.

     Before the soon to eunuchs are castrated, it is believed they should experience a final ejaculation, to release as much of their sperm as possible, to speed up the sterility process. We have a small group of men trained to manually stimulate them to their final orgasm. One of them was standing beside the table of each prisoner, ready to begin his task. I dismissed the one assigned to my prisoner and told him I would take over his duties.

    When the signal was given, I stepped between the legs of my beautiful blond haired prisoner, reached out and gently took his penis in my right hand and cupped his balls with my left. He stared at me with his eyes wide with fear and begged me to set him free. I told him to relax and enjoy what I was about to do to him. As I gently manipulated his cock and balls, he started to relax a bit and his cock started to swell slightly. I slowly stroked his penis and caressed his balls, sliding my fingers down into the crack of his ass stopping at the butt plug. I stroked his cock and grasped the handle of his butt plug and pushed it deeper into his ass, putting pressure on his prostate gland. His cock continued to swell as I worked the plug against his sensitive gland, milking the fluid from it. Soon he was fully erect and semen was dripping from his cock-slit. His eyes were no longer showing fear, but animal lust, as I caressed his cock and milked his juices. My underwear was getting soaked with my pre-cum and my cock was rigid and balls were begging for release. He tried to thrust his hips upward, as if to fuck my hand, but the straps that held him afforded no movement. I knew he was close to climaxing. I slid the foreskin down to the base of his cock, exposing his beautiful mushroom shaped glans, lowered my mouth to it and licked the mixture of pre-cum and semen from it. He moaned as his rock hard cock was sucked into my warm wet mouth. I continued to massage his prostate with the butt plug as I sucked his cock all the way down my throat. Now he was moaning loudly and thrashing about on the table as much as the straps would allow. I felt his cock begin to pulse and his whole body became rigid as his cum exploded into my waiting mouth. Pulse after pulse, his cum jetted into my mouth and down my throat. It tasted so good, I almost climaxed as I drank his load. As his climax subsided, his body went limp and his cock began to soften. I held his cock in my mouth, gently sucking as it went limp. I really didn’t want this to end and thought what a waste it was to take this lovely young mans balls from him. Never again would I be able to drink from this delicious fountain. But alas, I have to follow orders, so I let his cock slip from my mouth and started to walk away. Then, I noticed his eyes staring into mine. He seemed to be grateful to me for what I just done to him. I winked at him and stepped away, so the surgeon could begin his grisly task. I decided then, that I must have this gorgeous young man as my eunuch slave. He will not be sent to the slave auction, I will purchase him immediately after his castration.

     It seems that I had done a pretty good job on my slave, as I noticed that two of the other slaves had not yet ejaculated. The men assigned to them were frantically sucking their cocks. After another five minutes, the last slave emitted a loud moan and shot his seed into the waiting mouth of his handler.

     The head surgeon then gave the signal to get started. Soon, ten more delicious testicles and five fine scrotums will be mine.

     I can only describe the surgery being done to my lovely blond slave. I will try not to leave out a single detail.

     First the surgeons assistants cleaned up the messes we had made. They washed the cum from their bodies, wiped them down with an antiseptic solution and dried them with a sterile towels. The surgeons then stepped in to begin their grisly tasks. The mood of the prisoners had returned to one of utter fear. They seemed to know what was going to be done to them, because of all the attention given to their genitals. Soon they will know.

          I stood close beside the operating table as the surgeon stepped between the boy’s legs and began by drawing his incision lines with a fine tipped felt marker. He held his penis straight up from his body, pulling the foreskin up over the glans and drew a line all the way around it, about three inches above base of his penis. I must have had a very puzzled look on my face, because he turned to me and said, “What I am doing is called a penile base circumcision. Instead of cutting away a strip of skin near the head of the penis, I will cut the skin completely around the penis three inches above the base and across the top of the shaft at its base, leaving the penile skin attached to the scrotum. In this case I can remove about three inches a penile skin. This cut will be made this way so that the penile skin will be attached to the scrotum when I cut the scrotum free. He will not be needing nearly as much skin on his penis because he will never have an erection after this surgery and his penis will shrink to about half its original size in time.” I didn’t quite understand it then, but as he continued marking his incision lines I saw what he meant. Next he drew a line around his entire scrotum and across the top of his penis at its base.

     All the while the surgeon was marking his genitals, the prisoner just laid there and wept, for now it was clear to him what was he was going to lose.

     The blond prisoners’ eyes grew wide as he watched the surgeon pick up a scalpel in his right hand and reach for his scrotum with his left hand. He pinched the boy’s scrotum between his thumb and index finger and pulled it, exposing the line he had drawn on the right side of his bag. He placed the scalpel on the line and sliced through it, making an inch long incision. My blue-eyed slave screamed as the scalpel cut into his flesh and tears ran down his cheeks. Before the screams had ended the surgeon laid down the scalpel and picked up a pair of surgical scissors and inserted them into the incision he had just made and began cutting downward along the line. The pain that the scalpel had caused was nothing compared to the pain inflicted by the scissors. Although the scissors seemed to be making a very sharp clean cut, it was the crushing and tearing effect that scissors have, that made the pain unbearably cruel. The screaming began in earnest as the scissors made their way along the line around his scrotum. I estimated the line to be at least ten inches long. The poor boy cried out, begging him to stop cutting him. The other four boys were screaming just as loudly. The surgeon worked the scissors all around the boys’ scrotum and across the top of his penis at its base. His scrotum was severed, except for the line around his foreskin. The screaming continued even after the scissors were removed and placed back on the tray. I looked down at my poor mutilated slave and saw his balls hanging outside of his scrotum, dangling by their cords. The surgeon pinched the skin on the slave’s penis and pulled it far enough away from his shaft to allow the scalpel to slice into it without cutting into the tender tissues below it. More excruciating pain tore through the boys’ loins and his screams grew louder as the scalpel sliced an inch long incision through the skin of his cock. The scissors were used again to finish the cut around the boys’ penis. When this cut was completed, the scrotum and penile skin was completely severed. The surgeon pulled the scrotum upward snipping bits of fatty tissue as he pulled and then slid the penile skin up his shaft and over the glans and placed it in a stainless steel bowl. I looked at his loins and saw a bloody mess. His balls hung down, fully exposed, and his penis lay on his belly, with what was left of its skin turned inside out covering his glans and the raw skinless shaft of his cock descending into his body. Surprisingly, there wasn’t as much blood as I thought there would be. While the surgeon was cutting, his assistant had been busily mopping up the blood and applying an ointment that stopped the bleeding.

All five of the boys were now in the same state of ruin and it was time to give them a short break from their pain. Most of the boys were sobbing and moaning from their pain, but it was much quieter now. I stood there looking down, at what was a few moments ago, a beautiful young man with an absolutely gorgeous package, now reduced to a bloody mess and soon to be a sexless eunuch.

    The slaves were allowed to rest exactly five minutes, and then the torture began again. I watched as the surgeon grasped the boys left testicle, stretched the cord and clamped a pair of forceps on it and began suturing it to prevent bleeding after it was severed. As the forceps were clamped tightly on the cord full of highly sensitive nerves, my slave and all the other boys began to scream even louder, as the sickening pain tore through them. The same procedure was followed on his right testicle, with the same pain and screams as before.. The screaming continued unabated. When he was satisfied his sutures would prevent bleeding, he picked up the scissors and quickly snipped the cord on the boys left testicle and dropped it in the bowl with his scrotum. Then he grabbed his right testicle, snipped the cord and it joined its twin in the bowl. Looking at the huge open wound between the boys’ legs, you would think there was not enough skin left to close it. The surgeon began pulling the skin together and clamping it in place. Soon what was left of his scrotum and penile skin was pulled together and clamped. All that remained was to suture it. I looked down and loved what I saw. I knew the skill of the surgeons would ensure that the scars would be nearly invisible after the wounds healed. Even though his cock was now only about half the length it was before, it was still beautiful. I liked it even more, now that the glans was fully exposed. I stood and watched while he was being sewn back together. My cock was hard and all I could think about was getting back to my quarters and jacking off. How wonderful it will be, after my new slaves’ wounds heal, and I have him to fuck.