As a reminder, there is a small island nation, off the coast of China, that is independent for the most part and which has become famous over time. It is a place where the rich come to play and the locals live in paradise. Box Island, as it is called, is very remote, and certainly unique, its British roots still influence the population and English is the preferred language. The population is mostly American and British, although its Chinese ownership makes it a Chinese province. Crime is rare, but when it occurs it is usually dealt with using corporal punishment methods as decided by a court tribunal, and long term incarceration is all but non-existent. The majority of these punishments are carried out at Boy Town, a corporal punishment facility located in New London. If you have not heard of Box Island, I am not surprised. It's not on many maps, and it's such a small island that there are very few individuals that even know its name.

My ass burned from where they had strapped me, but I didn't care, not really, not now that I had my balls and they were safe in my bag. The Boy Town experience had been a terrible trauma and probably was the most stressful night of my life, but it had all worked out in the end and it just felt so wonderful to still have my balls. I had a smile on my face then, a wonderful smile, and I played with my two hen sized eggs and grinned. It was just a fantastic feeling, and while I knew it had been expensive, I didn’t even care at that point.

As I was fondling my scrotum and enjoying being a twenty-two year old man, appreciating my manhood in ways most men do not, they dragged in another boy, another one of the drug kids, and he too had clearly been castrated. They dropped him to the floor beside me and the other neutered boy, and he and the others just moaned in misery. The boy was holding his groin, almost like I was holding mine. But when he moved his hands away I stared at his empty crotch in disbelief. He too was missing his entire scrotum, balls and all, and there was not so much as a trace of anything where his nuts should have been hanging. He had been totally nutted, literally!

About a minute or so later they brought in another one, an older boy about seventeen or so and he too no longer carried anything beneath his cock! Obviously, the castrations had begun in earnest, and they were doing them now one after the other in rapid succession. You could faintly hear the crowd in a frenzy, and as I listened to them my head was buzzing, and the pain in my ass and the thoughts of those nutted boys lying around me just all became too much.

As I was thinking about that, they dragged in yet another teenager, and his limp cock was hanging down lifeless, now nothing but a worthless worm that would never again grow hard. He too was missing his scrotum, and when I looked at his otherwise perfect adolescent body, it seemed a terrible waste to arrest his rush through puberty so abruptly. I suppose some would say that another drug user had been rightfully neutered, and if there was any good in it at all perhaps some boy somewhere would be deterred from going down the same path. But still, to castrate a perfect adolescent boy seemed such a waste to me. As I looked to where his nuts should have been but weren't it was just too much, and so I closed my eyes and tried to shut it all out. They were clearly going to nut the entire group of them, all one hundred, one after the other, even if it took all night long. God. They were going to nut every single one of those teenage boys! My head was spinning, and I grew lightheaded. I felt the bile come up in my throat, and then, I think I fainted.

If I dreamed I don’t remember it. I was out of it though, way out of it, and so I just rested there on the floor and time blurred. I had no idea about anything. Then, coming out of the dream, or perhaps as a part of it, I felt a tapping on my leg, like someone was hitting me, and then it seemed to intensify. I tried to kick it away, but it continued. I blinked open my eyes. What the fuck? For a few seconds I didn’t even know where I was, but then as I tried to roll over from laying face down my swollen buttocks sent waves of pain through my brain and things came back pretty quickly! Damn my thrashed bottom was sore! I blinked again, and I was literally surrounded at that point by scores of neutered boys. How long had I been out? Thirty minutes? An hour? Shit...there were about forty boys now lying around me moaning, piling up one after the other as they were nutted and then dragged in here to begin their lives as eunuchs. Shit!

“GET UP” I heard a voice say, and I lowered my eyes and let them focus on the tapping on my leg. I was staring at four uniformed Chinese officials, and one of them was tapping my leg with a long stick. Suddenly, I was wide awake. I squinted my eyes, and then the older of the group said to me “You. Yes you...COME. The Colonel has some questions for you.”

What the fuck? Who was the Colonel?

They jerked me to my feet, and since the ropes were coming undone on my wrists they took a minute to retie them, and once that was done, they started to half pull me half push me along the corridor. I wasn’t gagged, but my hands were tied tight, by the same rope they had secured me with early, and it was not a good feeling. They used it to lead me like a farm animal. My bottom was so sore it was hard to walk normally, and I was extremely stiff. I limped along and somehow managed to get where they wanted me. I had no idea what was going on, but I looked over my shoulder as I was leaving and I didn’t see Jeremy. It was then that I had the thought that we should have left when we had the chance, and all of a sudden I had a bad feeling about where things were heading now. Yeah, my heart was pounding at that point, and I was feeling pretty stupid. I didn't want to go anywhere right then to answer any questions, but I wasn’t really in control of things at that point and if they wanted to question me then I knew that they would. Still, I resolved to tell them nothing.

That all changed in an instant. We arrived just outside of the entrance to a room, and as soon as they pushed me through the door I gasped. Billy, my kid brother, was there, tied to a heavy wooden chair and facing the door through which I came. I hadn’t seen him in about a year, just before I had left to come to the job that had brought me to Box Island in the first place. He was sixteen now, and totally naked, except for his underpants which were bunched around his ankles and on the floor. His arms were tied with rope to the armrests of the chair, with more rope around his elbows and another piece around his neck, pulling his head back and keeping him sitting upright in the high back chair. His legs each had a rope around his knees, pulling his legs apart and tied to the chair. His cock was jutting, literally, and the size of the boy’s sex organ was a lot bigger than I would have thought. He had sure grown up since I had seen him last!

He was covered with sweat, and even his hair was wet. His body literally glistened with perspiration. He had a very athletic body, the way most teenage boys that are into sports do. His stomach was flat, and ripped with horizontal lines, and his two little nipples were dime sized and pointed. There wasn't a visible hair on his chest, but he did have a thick bush of pubic hair growing above his cock. In every way it could be measured Billy was the perfect adolescent male, sprouting his way through puberty and becoming in a very real way a living sex machine. God he had a body for fucking!

He was clearly not having a good time. He had two clothespins clipped to his dime-sized nipples, but it was his cock that grabbed my attention. He was rock hard, and the big purple end of his sixteen-year old dick was round and fat and glistening. The boy’s teenage rod was thick too, and sticking straight up, and there was what looked like a chrome metallic straw shoved right down the end of it and going deep within him, filling his cock completely. Clipped to the end of the hollow metal rod was an alligator clip, from which a red wire was connected. It disappeared down to the side of the chair where it joined up with a white wire and from there the pair seemed to run to a table, where one of the Chinese guards was sitting.

My brother was scared, really scared, and stuffed in his mouth was a ball gag, holding his mouth open and making it impossible to say anything except mumble. What caught my attention too was the goblets of sperm that were splattered across his belly, pumped out of his cock in lines of cream that were still running downward into his pubic hair. It was very obvious the teenager had recently shot his load. His scrotum was covered with hair, and his pubic hair above his cock was thick, more of a man’s bush than that of a boy’s. It was very obvious the sixteen year old wasn’t a little boy anymore, and the size of his hairy scrotum and the thickness of his cock were clear indications that he was well into becoming a fully grown man. His body had changed a lot since I had last seen him, and he was well into puberty now.

As I saw him, I turned to the authoritative figure in the room, a Chinese Colonel and obviously the man in charge. “GOD.....PLEASE....LEAVE HIM OUT OF IT. HE’S JUST A KID....AND HE HASN’T DONE ANYTHING!”

He laughed, and said “Bribery of a Chinese official is a serious offense, a VERY serious offense. That alone is enough for us to take his balls.”

My face went white. OH GOD THEY KNEW! I knew right then, in that single instant, that I was fucked. Still, looking at my little brother, all I wanted at that point was to get him free. I looked at the Colonel then, my eyes begging, and then I said “Please....please don’t. Please. Oh GOD....oh GOD. Please....PLEASE LET HIM GO!”

He laughed again. Then he said: “Wellllll, that’s not exactly my plan right now. I need to find out what’s going on here, and Billy’s been very helpful. It seems there has been a little problem with tonight's activities, and I clearly need to get to the bottom of it. Your ex-girlfriend noticed that the punishment you received wasn’t quite the same as what was printed in the program guide and that's a little problem, because the published punishment was taken from what was dictated by the court. Now, as you can probably imagine, since you are her rapist, she wasn’t too pleased that your published sentence wasn't carried out. And, right now, I'm trying to figure out how the docket got changed.

Luckily, Billy here has been very cooperative and for the last thirty minutes or so he's been sitting here in this chair telling a heck of an interesting tale. A VERY interesting tale. Yes sir ree, he’s just been sitting here like a good little boy, talking like a magpie, and shooting out wads of cream like a porn star whenever he has trouble remembering something. At first he was a little reluctant to talk, but, as it turns out like most sixteen year old boys, he does love to cum!” Then, turning to one of the guards, he nodded, and then he said to Billy: “Go ahead boy, and shoot a load for your brother."

The guard pressed a button on the desk he was sitting at, and Billy screamed into his gag, his muscles tensing up and the boy thrust upward, driving his cock into the air as he strained every muscle to lift himself off the chair. At the same time his cock shot out another wad, just spurting out the boy’s jism in a huge rope of cream. He grunted as he ejaculated, his sperm shooting right out of the metallic straw that was stuffed down his dick. It was an extremely intense orgasm, and Billy shook the entire chair with every muscle in his body, straining to pull loose from the ropes that held him down.

The guard let go of the button, and Billy slumped down, the sweat dripping from him in a river. His cock continued to twitch, rock hard, the big purple head flared and engorged. The Colonel laughed, and said: “I think he actually likes the sparker in his ass. That’s his fourth wad, but he's not done yet, and I think his balls still have more spunk to give. The problem with the sparker though is that if I shoot too much juice through him, his cock will end up just a cooked sausage, and his nuts won’t fare much better I’m afraid.”

I was horrified. I didn’t know what to say, but my lip quivered and I started to beg him with all that I had. He waived his hand to silence me, and then his face grew serious, and he looked right into my soul. That’s when he said: “Billy has told us everything he knows. And right now, as we speak, a friend of mine is having a nice little chat with your other brother, Jeremy, and he too has a sparker in his ass. And, in a few minutes I’m going to do a little story comparison, but right now, I’m going to chat with you. If the three of you don’t tell me exactly the same thing, then I’ll fucking castrate the lot of you, and I’ll take off your dicks too. Yeah, if you lie to me I swear I will cut your cock off one inch at a time, and you’ll feel every cut and by the time I’m done you will wish you were dead. You got that? Now, if you tell me the truth, and don’t lie, then I’ll at least let Billy here keep his nuts. And that’s the only promise that I’ll make.”

I was scared shitless, but he had me. He had me and he knew it. I wasn’t sure if Jeremy would talk or not, and with him being an attorney I was pretty certain he would try really hard not to admit to anything. Still, the man clearly knew about the bribery, or at least about a part of it, and seeing Billy there and the way he was sweating and looking at his big cock twitching the way it was, I figured the boy in front of me certainly had talked, and I was resigned at that point to do whatever I had to do to try and save my younger brother from the Colonel’s knife. I stared at Billy’s scrotum, and the hairs that were growing over his bag. It was full of the kid’s balls and I had the sickening thought that I could no longer be so sure it would stay that way.

The Colonel looked at me and grinned, and then he said: “I’m going to ask you a few questions now, and you will give me the answers I seek. If you hesitate to tell me what I want to know, or dare to lie to me even once, I’ll light up Billy’s ass with the sparker again, and I won’t shut it off until his nuts are empty and his cock is charred black. Then, I’ll cut the thing off and feed it to him. You got that?”

God.

I nodded. I understood completely.

“Who did you bribe? I want the name of any man and every man you gave money to or that promised you anything special.”

He knew. I tried to look at Billy, to gauge his reaction to the question, but he was just staring down, at his rock hard cock, and I couldn’t tell anything at all. But I didn’t see any point in trying to protect the Chinese Captain, and it was clear my brother's bribery scheme had been discovered.

I answered him. “I....uh....it was only one man, and I think he’s a Captain. He wears a uniform like yours, that much I know for sure. His nameplate said Tinsau or something like that. Yeah, Tinsau. I heard his name was Chin though, at least I think that’s what his name is. Yeah, I think that was his name, but.....but I’m not positive and I only saw him a couple of times.”

The Colonel said: “Is this him?” and as he asked the question he held up a photo of a Chinese man I had never seen before.

“No. That’s not him.”

“Good answer. Billy didn’t know this man either.”

Then, he picked up a different sheet, a page from a book of some kind, and he showed it to me. Then he asked: “Is he pictured here?”

The page had fifteen images on it, in five rows of three, and each picture was of a different Chinese man. They were all in uniform, clearly all officials of some type, and the pictures looked like something you might take from a police academy graduation book or something. Their names were listed below their pictures, but someone had inked them out with a marker. The third one on the next to last row was him, the man who had taken our money in return for a promise that we would not be nutted. In the photo he was a lieutenant, and looked even younger than I remembered him.

“Yes....he....he’s that one.” I pointed him out, and the Colonel said: “Are you SURE?”

I nodded. Then I said: “Yeah....that’s him. He’s the one who made the deal. But he’s a Captain now.”

The Colonel grinned. Then he said: “That is exactly the same man that Billy said he gave the money to, so you’re doing well here. Do you know where I can find him?”

“Well...he's here....or, at least he was.”

“WHAT? Tell me! When did you see him?” the Colonel asked, leaning forward and now hanging on my every word. Clearly, this was new information. I wasn’t in the mood to protect him though, and at this point saving Billy’s balls was really my only thought.

“During the touch and feel session, when we were all strung up before the activities kicked off. He came up to me then and grabbed my balls, and said I'd be able to keep them, and that I would only be getting strapped instead of nutted. I......I also saw him in the audience just a while ago, watching the action. He isn’t in uniform....I think he had black pants on and a green polo shirt. The shirt had a collar—he was dressed fairly well.”

The Colonel nodded to two of the guards, and then as they stood up he said “FIND THE FUCKER AND BRING HIM TO ME.”

The Colonel was angry. I looked at Billy, shaking there as he sweated, and I begged for him. “Please Colonel, I told you what you wanted to know. My brother isn't a criminal. He's just a kid really. Punish me, but don’t hurt my brother!”

The Colonel said, “Oh, I’m gong to punish you, you can count on that. As for Billy boy here being a kid, I think he’s more of a man than a kid actually.” Then, turning to the guard at the desk he said: “Shock him again—the boy's cock is starting to wilt.”

Instantly, Billy grunted, and jerked upward against his bonds again, screaming into his gag “ARGHHHHHHHHHH” as his cock instantly thickened and then ejaculated again. His sperm shot out of the hollow metal rod in his cock once again, and he shuddered, and then he was shaking the entire chair as he struggled to free himself. They left the button down for a long time it seemed, and Billy grunted and ejaculated the entire time. His nuts were empty in about six pumps of jism, but then he just shuddered and continued to orgasm, shaking and grunting as he continued to ejaculate in a dry spasm. His teenage nuts were totally empty at that point, even though his cock continued to twitch and jump as the electrical energy shot up through the metallic rod in his rectum, through his prostate, and right up his hard cock before finally exiting out of the tip through the metal rod.

“STOPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!" I screamed.

They released the button then, and Billy slumped forward as far as the rope around his neck would let him.

The Colonel then asked: “How much was the bribe? I want to know how much was paid to Chin Tinsau to enable you and your older brother to keep your balls.”

I didn’t try and hide anything. I said: “We paid five thousand US dollars to keep each of our nuts, ten grand for a set and twenty thousand for Jeremy and me. Billy was never a part of it.....he was just the currier. He didn’t bribe anyone.”

The Colonel laughed. Then he said: “Sure he did. He carried the money and made the transaction, so he’s a part of it now. You are doing well here. Billy told me he paid twenty thousand dollars, so I’m glad your stories are the same.”

The Colonel looked at me then, grinning, and then he asked: “I think Billy likes his balls. I’d say he likes them at least as much as your older brother and you like yours. So, Chin charged you ten thousand....for a single scrotum. Ummmm. What do you think a nice set of young balls like your brother’s here are worth?”

I didn’t know what to say. God! If we had to come up with more money I didn’t think it would be possible. I wasn’t sure what he was asking really, but the implications were scaring me to the core. Finally, slowly, I said “I....I don’t know. Please...please don’t castrate him!”

The Colonel laughed. Then he said: “The truth is Chin has no idea of the true value for a set of balls. He has no wife, and I don’t think he even fucks. No, he has no idea. But I do. A set of balls is worth more than ten thousand. A lot more, as long as they are attached and alive that is. Tonight, even as we sit here and talk more than a hundred men and boys will end up castrated, and that’s going to be a Boy Town record. And each and every one of them is going to have his nuts going into a jar, and once they do their balls won’t be worth shit. I’m gonna sell them though, even when they’ve been cut from their owners, just because I can. Yeah, beginning tonight we have decided to sell them, as souvenirs, to generate additional revenue. So, even when they have been cut off they have some value, but certainly not the same value as when they are hanging between a man’s legs. A set in a jar sells for $200, and any patron that wants them can make their purchase in our gift shop.”

“But, as you know so well, the truth is that a man’s testicles are worth a lot more than two hundred dollars for a set. A lot more. Yeah, I’d say Chin was cheap if anything. I figure that a pair of balls ought to be worth at least a hundred times more to their owner than they would be to someone else, as long as they are left between his legs rather than floating in a jar. Yeah, a set of balls like Billy’s, that are still being nourished between his legs and turning him into a man, ought to be worth a lot more than a set in a jar.”

I swallowed, and Billy stared at him. My brother’s face was white, and I noticed his cock was falling over, his erection starting to wilt again.

The Colonel was enjoying himself. Then he continued: “Yeah, a boy’s balls are the source of his lust, and of his aggression. They firm up the muscles in his body, and give his cock its power. They make the seed that allows a male’s DNA to be passed to future generations, and it’s his balls that allow him to father a child and to stiffen his cock so he can please a woman. A man’s balls make him what he is, and in turn they define him. For a pubescent boy like Billy, his balls will even do more than that, and if given enough time they will even change him, turning him from a boy into a man. Of course, without his balls, Billy’s trip into manhood would end, and neutered he wouldn’t be able to carry on the family line. His patch of pubic hair would stop growing, and his muscle tone would disappear. So, I think if you asked Billy, he would agree his nuts really are worth a lot more than two hundred bucks, more than ten thousand even, as long as they are left attached and are allowed to function.”

He grinned. I felt sick, and Billy looked like a ghost.

Then, the Colonel continued: “The truth is that both of you have one big problem. You see, the real problem for each of you is that you only have a single set of balls, and if I take them off or cut them from within your bags, then after that they just aren’t quite the same and you certainly can’t grow another pair. There is another truth though, a Chinese truth. In a land where we have too many mouths to fee, in China, we understand that some men deserve their balls, and some do not.”

“Do you think you deserve to keep your balls after what you did to that woman?”

My heart pounded. I thought of trying to explain, but he had read my file, and my story had been in the newspaper and I knew what he wanted to hear. Besides, I had been found guilty in a court of law, by a tribunal of judges, and it was clear that I had been sentenced to be castrated and it was his job of course to see that it was done.

“No....I suppose I don’t.”

He grinned then. Then he said: “Of course you don’t. And the truth is, if you never had your balls you wouldn’t have raped that woman. It was your balls that filled you with lust you could not control, and so you did what you would have otherwise never done. That is why you don’t deserve them, and why I’m going to enjoy like hell digging them out of your scrotum and leaving you with an empty bag. The reality is that I’ll be doing you a favor.”

I lowered my eyes. What could I say to that? Perhaps he was right, I didn’t deserve them. As I had that thought, I felt an ache in my nuts that I can’t describe. I knew then of course he was going to castrate me and it had been said and I knew it would be done. I looked at Billy, his eyes so wide with fear, and then I begged: “You said if I told you the truth and didn’t lie to you, my brother could keep his balls. Please, don’t castrate the boy!”

He grinned. Then he said: “Well, they are worth money, and I want it. I suspect the boy cannot afford them. As I said, a set of nuts like his is worth a lot. I’ll tell you what, I’ll let the boy buy them for their true value, which I’d venture to say is around 100 times what I will get for them if I cut them off and sell them in the shop. Yeah, twenty thousand should be a fair price. I think Billy would agree that they are worth at least that. Do you have twenty thousand to buy his nuts?”

I stared. I didn’t have that much, and couldn’t get it. God. My lip quivered, and then I said, almost in a whisper: “Please....take it from Chin. Take the money from him! PLEASE. I don't have any more. CHIN HAS OUR MONEY! You promised. I didn’t lie....please let Billy keep his balls!!!”

He laughed, really loudly. Then he said: “Did I promise that? YES PERHAPS I DID, DIDN’T I?” Then, he said: “We will have to see. If Chin has the money, and I can get it, then I might allow the boy here to keep his balls. But, if not, then I’ll nut him, and that’s a promise!”

“PLEASE SIR....PLEASE. YOU PROMISED HE COULD KEEP HIS BALLS!” I almost screamed.

The Colonel laughed again. Then, looking at Billy, he said: “I know what I promised. And, if Chin doesn’t have the money, then after I’ve nutted the boy and his balls are in a jar, then I’ll make sure the jar is given to him. You are right; I promised he can keep his nuts, and so I will give them to him, but if there is no money then your brother will get his testicles only after I’ve cut them off and plopped them in a jar. Once I’ve done that, then I’ll be glad to hand them to him!”

“NOOOOOOOOOOOO!” I screamed. You can’t do that! PLEASE.... PLEASE DON’T!”

Looking into my eyes he said: “I can do anything I want to. You had better hope that Chin has the twenty grand. If he’s a dollar short, Billy’s balls go in a jar.”

Then, he turned to one of the guards and said: “Take HIM back to the hall, and string him over the pipe again. Put the boy here beside him, and save them for the end. When it’s time, call me, and I’ll do all of the cutting myself. When they find Chin, bring him to me. I need to go chat with his other brother now, and after I’m done with him, I will string him up with these two. Chin will be the fourth, and I’m going to castrate that son of a bitch and by the time I'm done he'll wish he had never been born a male. They are going to be the grand finale for tonight’s Boy Town session.”

“NO! NO! OH GOD...PLEASE COLONEL...PLEASE. WAIT! DON’T CASTRATE BILLY! JEREMY'S ALREADY BEEN THRASHED! THEY WERE JUST TRYING TO HELP ME! PLEASE, PLEASE! LEAVE MY BROTHER’S ALONE! PLEASE....YOU HAVE ME....I’M THE ONE THAT RAPED THE WOMAN! NUT ME—NOT THEM!”

“Oh, don’t worry. I’m going to nut you alright. Of that you can be sure. But as for Billy, why shouldn’t I nut him too? Why not? He bribed an official. Your other brother broke into a woman’s home, and from what Billy told me, it was him that made the call and arranged for the payment. And you, you raped a woman. I’m going to nut you alright, yes sir I am Mr Clinton Lensworth. But I’m gong to do more than that. I’m going to nut your brother’s too, and end the Lensworth linage once and for all.”

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” I screamed.

He laughed, really loudly. I think he was actually enjoying himself. Then he said: “Oh....don’t worry. I’ll do you one favor. When I nut your brothers I’ll make it quick. Yeah, I’ll make it fast for them, so it won’t hurt as bad. But you, well, you make me sick, and I’m looking forward to stealing your stones and digging them out of your scrotum one by one. Mark my words, before I’m done with you this evening, you will beg me to castrate you, and then, after it's been done you will thank me for doing it.”

"NOOOOO! There is no way I will give you that satisfaction!" I said to him then, my voice rising in anger.

He smiled at me. Then he said: "We shall see."

Turning to the other guards in the room, he raised his voice and said: “TAKE HIM AWAY!”

They dragged me straight back into the hall, and then back towards the punishment room where the crowd was still roaring. Before I even had time to think about what was happening, I was dragged back through the door and strung back up to the pipe, to wait for my own turn with the knife. The clock on the monitor was coming up on eleven o’clock, and they were just finishing up with the large group of drug users. As I looked up there were three teenagers trussed out over the rail, their legs spread out and making that inverted “V”. It seemed like almost an assembly line. The crowd was in a frenzy. The boy on the right was the center of attention, and what really surprised was that the Boy Town official who was holding his scrotum was a woman.

A very cute, very petit woman, with perfect tits, silicon tits if I was guessing, that were round and perfect and jutting upward from her chest. Her lace braw barely contained them, and hid nothing really to speak of. The only other thing she was wearing was a g-string, and it was so small and tiny that most of the guys in the room couldn't take their eyes off of her. Her jet black hair was typical for a Chinese, but she was beautiful, with the body of a stripper, and her lips were bright red and glossed.

She was holding the boy's balls in her left hand, and a mean looking serrated knife in the other. The teeanger was staring straight out in the crowd, feeling the little woman holding his nuts and the knife and now just waiting for it to be done. In the monitor everything was clearly visible, and there was some kind of tag hanging down from around his balls. As the same time, the second young man was having his nuts banded. I had never seen a bander used on a human, but I recognized the device from my days as a youth on my dad’s farm.

The man holding the device pulled the trigger and in an instant a very tiny bright red rubber donut snapped off the ends of the bander, cinching closed the boy’s sac. As the ring snapped off, the boy bucked his hips and grunted as his nuts were strangled by the little rubber ring. The bander was reloaded with a green ring next, and this time the second band had a string that went through the tiny hole and it was attached to a bright little tag that had the boy’s name and age printed on it. As soon as they pulled the trigger and snapped off the second band, the little tag was hanging down and literally tied to his nuts at that point, in a way a part of them. He really grunted when he felt the second donut snapping closed over his nuts, and he sure didn’t like it at all!

He was bucking his hips so hard at that point that it looked like he was fucking. The third boy was being tied down at the same time the hot babe on the end started to jerk her knife, sawing it back and forth as she castrated the boy whose balls she was holding. The boy being castrated bucked his hips too at that point and grunted, his dick jutting up with his last boner as he was neutered.

After the boy’s balls were sawed off, the woman with the knife just tossed them onto a pile of scrotums that were heaped up on the floor, in front of the boys that were currently being neutered. Each sac of balls had a little tag attached to it, with the name of the boy from whom they had come written across it, along with his age. There was a big pile of severed scrotums, each with their own individual tags, and looking at it made it plainly obvious that they had been doing this for a while. As they untied the most recently castrated youth, the woman cutter just moved over and grabbed the sac of the second boy, placing the knife up against it just above the bottom band and below the top one.

Then she said: “OK boy, your turn. Enjoy the knife and feel its justice.” Then, she started to move her hand, and saw off that boy’s nuts just like the ones she had just taken. The boy was sixteen or so, and he bucked his hips and screamed into his gag, shaking his head from side to side as he was castrated. I noticed the growth of hair across his upper lip, and it occurred to me that it would never thicken. As I was having that thought the boy’s cock shot out a load of semen as his balls were being taken, and as it splattered onto the floor it was quite apparent from the puddle of jism that he was not the only one who had pumped out a wad during his castration.

While they were castrating the second boy, the vacated spot on the end was being filled with another teenager, who was struggling and begging as he was being strapped down. He was a blond boy, older, and he had a huge set of balls that were hanging down between his legs like a bull's nuts. On the other end the teenager was being banded, and as the rings of rubber were placed over his balls and released, he was grunting and struggling with every muscle in his body. A few seconds later, the woman sliced off another full scrotum and tossed it onto the pile, and then it was time for the boy on the end to be castrated next.

I stared at it all in disbelief. The next boy shot a wad too when his nuts were being sliced off, and the puddle of jism beneath him was almost a foot in diameter. A lot of boys had ejaculated on the floor beneath that rail! When it was the blond youth’s turn he really screamed into his gag when he felt that woman with the knife sawing off his big sack of nuts, and he too shot a huge load as the knife took them from him. And so it went, boy after boy and scrotum after scrotum, one boy after another, like an assembly line, working through the rest of the drug users in rapid succession. They were doing a boy every minute now, moving through the rest of the group like a castration factory.

By the time it was all done the pile of severed scrotums was very impressive. Each sac had a tag hanging on it, looped through the bottom donut that was at the top of every sac of nuts, and when one of the cameras zoomed in on the heap and the image filled the big monitor, you could even read the names. Bill Kimmer-16. Tom Plackard-14. Jon Hastings-20. Mike Garfinche-15. Chan Hoa-17 Lane McMillian-16. Harold Gaston-19. Thomas Gaston-17. Taifong Ming-18 William Finch-15. And so it went, boy after boy and scrotum after scrotum. There were a lot of names there, a lot of names, and each sac of course had been so damn important to the boy whose name was written across the tag that was tied to each set of severed balls. I knew from what the Colonel had told me that before very long they would be putting the severed scrotums into souvenir jars, and the little nametags would no doubt be used to put a specific name and age with every single purchase. I had the thought they might even post a picture of the boy who was the previous owner of what was in the jar. Shit.

I hung there with my arms over my head, and my blistered ass purple, waiting for my own turn with the knife. It was a terrible feeling. I looked up, at the crowd, and Janet was there, grinning. When I saw her staring at me she waved. Fuck. She sure looked a lot happier now. She was clearly waiting too, waiting for my turn and for my balls to be taken. Janet was right up front, with her boyfriend at her side, and she was grinning at me when I looked up, grinning with an eagerness that knew no bounds.

No!

About that time Billy was brought out and tied to my left, and about ten minutes later Jeremy was dragged out and tied to my right. He looked like shit. It was not a good feeling hanging there, the three of us, the three boys in the family and the future of our family name hanging between our legs and waiting to be stolen from us. We were all trussed out now together, with our balls in jeopardy and everything hanging in the balance. What would dad say? There was nothing we could do, so we waited, together, three brothers waiting to be unmanned. Needless to say, we were miserable, and as the others around us were nutted one by one, the feeling of dread intensified by the minute as those waiting were punished one by one and our own appointments with the knife loomed near.

They finally finished with the teenage drug users, castrating the last of them as the clock approached eleven-fifteen. God. They had nutted the entire group of them, a hundred boys in all, and the huge pile of severed scrotums from the castrated boys was just unbelievable. I wanted to vomit, but the message was clear, and using drugs on this island clearly had consequences.

There was a short break, while they cleaned up the stage and shoveled the big pile of scrotums into a two-gallon sized bucket. God there were a lot of balls! They left the bucket on the stage, just behind the rail and it was full, full of severed scrotums. Needless to say, it certainly grabbed your attention.

Things started right up again after the short recess, and this time the attention was turned on the one gay boy who had been caught downloading pornography. He was the same kid whose dick I had watched them tattoo a few weeks earlier, and now that he had already been circumcised there was little doubt they would nut him this time. Homosexuality was highly frowned on in this country, and clearly there was a consensus on the island that gay boys didn’t deserve to have their balls. I wasn’t wrong. They pulled him over the rail, and banded him just as they had banded the other boys. Then, without any special thought or hesitation, one of the officials just came forward, grabbed the boy’s balls and pulled them outward from his body. He seemed to smile as he placed the knife up against the lad’s scrotum, and then with a few quick jerks of the wrist he sawed the knife through the top of his nuts and it was done. Wow! The gay boy’s balls looked like all of the others, and went into the bucket with a simple toss of the hand. He grunted when his balls came free, and after that he just collapsed and I think he might have even fainted.

There were just six of us left at that point, and the crowd was wild. Everyone was drinking, and there was a lot of laughter and excitement as the last castrations were being done. The college youth with the red hair, Kevin, was next, and he sure struggled when they dragged him to the barrel. My heart was pounding. Since he had also been convicted of a sexual assault I was very concerned on how his punishment would be carried out, and I knew that my own turn was approaching fast. Of course he was going to be nutted, that much by this point was a certainty. How it would be done was what mattered now. He was put over one of the barrels, the one that was well worn, and was the same one as I had seen used before. Of course, the chrome rod that was part of the barrel was retracted as the college aged man was put over it, but as soon as they had the boy in position the lever on the side was moved and the big chrome dildo were pushed upward, driving itself deep into the boy’s hole.

The curved rod penetrated Kevin’s rectum deeply, and from his expressions it was obviously not very comfortable. He was riding the barrel, sitting on top of it while the chrome rod penetrated his rectum, and he sure didn’t look very happy.

The Boy Town officials forced the boy's legs down over the barrel, pulling them so hard that he grunted. Of course, the rod was bottomed out against the youth’s prostate at that point, and the impaled boy started to struggle in desperation. A couple of men grabbed each of his ankles and secured them to the sides of his barrel with the leather straps that were there just for that purpose.

They cinched him down tight, so that the rod was deep in his hole. Once that was done, the youth was pulled backward so that he was lying on his back along the length of the barrel, facing upward as the crowd looked down on him. The ropes that were tied around his wrists were secure to the pole behind him, so that his arms were stretched out over his heads and held out of the way. Kevin arched his back then, jutting his genitals into the air, as he desperately tried to relieve the pressure from the chrome rod that filled his bowels.

The boy’s red hair seemed to glisten, and he was sweating as he felt himself impaled. I liked his bright blue eyes, and he grimaced as he struggled. He had dime-sized nipples typical of a good looking young man, and he had a cute growth of red fuzz that was trying to sprout across his upper lip. His red pubic hair was small and round, and seemed somewhat sparse for a college boy. Of course, it would get sparser in the years to come, once his balls had been taken. It was obvious his balls were very important to him, because he sure fought hard! He seemed to jerk up and down on the barrel, and as he did that big chrome dildo in his ass was sliding in and out of his hole. He gasped and grunted as he struggled, and his young and very eager cock rose up and was soon as stiff as a steel rod. He had a big set of balls, bigger bar far than many men, and I grimaced with the thought that they would soon be gone.

A very young very looking woman was invited from the audience and she was brought forward. When Kevin saw her his faced lit up with recognition, and it was then that I realized that she had been the girl he had fucked and who had later changed her mind. She did not look eighteen, although she might have been. However old she was, she grabbed his dick, grinning, and then with some encouragement she pumped the boy’s pole. Almost instantly he got very hard, and soon his cock was jutting. His cock was as hard as a piece of steel, and she jerked him off with gusto, a big grin on her face as she stared at his cock and stroked him to orgasm. It wasn't very long after that before he was grunting out a big wad of jism.

That sure got a laugh!

Then, as we all watched, they reached for his scrotum, and placing the knife against the boy’s left ball, it was shoved in deep. With a well practiced motion the cutter made a curving slice that excised out the boy’s left testicle with a single motion, and then, with a quick flick of his knife he took it. Then, in exactly the same way, he did the other one, and Kevin was a eunuch. It happened so fast it was hard to believe, and one minute he was a young man with a proud dick, being pumped by the last girl he had fucked, and the next he was a neutered nothing, and his cock was wilting like a piece of spaghetti. That's all it took and he was done.

The fat man was next, the guy in his fifties with the big belly and the big package stuffed in his shorts. He was stripped naked and then put over the other barrel, with the chrome rod shoved deep in his ass. The woman I had seen early was invited forward then, and she just stood as his side while they worked on his rod. As we all watched they sliced open the right side of his scrotum, and then dug out the big nut there and snipped it off with a flick of the knife. He shuddered then, and ejaculated, and as he did the cutter pumped him until his remaining nut was empty. Then, they circumcised him, and he sure didn’t like it.

Yeah, he really struggled when they took the skin from his dick, and he grunted and jerked as it was done. It obviously hurt like hell, and it was something watching them make the cuts that cropped his pole. The woman was grinning as his dick was being worked on, and every time he grunted and thrashed out from what was going on, she would laugh. Finally, after they had him cut and the big end of his cock was exposed to everyone watching, the cutter took a very heavy gauge needle, and pushed it right into the end of the man’s thick cock, curving it upward and punching it right out through the top, just behind the ridge that defined his dickhead. Boy the man screamed into his gag then! Next, the cutter picked up the first titanium padlock that I had watched the woman drop into his shorts, and he shoved the open lock through the end of his cock, and pushed it so hard that it popped out through the hole that had just been made.

Then he took the other padlock, and slipped a thick chain around the man's neck, like a slave might be chained, and then they used the lock to clasp it in place so it was tight, like a necktie. The loose end of the chain ran down his belly to his naval. As we all watched, then the Boy Town official lifted upward on his newly skinned cock, stretching it out, and then with a hard tug he stretched it out just a little bit more, and managed to slip the bottom link of the chain through the open padlock that was stuffed in his dick. Then, with a push, the man snapped the lock closed and it was done.

The camera zoomed in on his padlocked dick, and etched into the padlock were these words:

BT LOCK-JUDICIAL

DO NOT OPEN

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After that, they let him up, and dragged him away with a laugh. His cock was stretched outward and upward, literally chained permanently in that position, and there it would obviously remain until such time as someone opened up the locks and let him free. The lock was a judicial lock, and numbered, and there wasn’t a person on the island or a locksmith anywhere that would dare to open it. Of course, with the lock in place he couldn’t fuck any woman with his dick chained up like that, and since they had left him with a ball he would no doubt soon be wanting to. He didn’t look too happy, and I figured that he probably would realized that he was in for very long chastity period that might last for the rest of his life. Technically, half-castrated, he was still a man, but in another way he was not. The man’s dick was more hers at that point than it was his, and seeing it trussed up and chained that way, it was clear that it wasn’t going to be very useful to him unless she gave him the keys.

As they were taking him off the barrel Chin was being shoved through the door, and the Chinese man looked terrified. There were two big guards at his side, each grasping a forearm, and the man was white as a sheet. They were half walking him, half dragging him forward, and they were big burly men and he was no match for them. He was totally naked too, totally, and his little knob of a dick was sticking out of his patch of black pubic hair like a birds head pokes out of a nest. They dragged him straight to the same barrel as the one that had just been used, and secured him into position. He was looking at us, but his face was white, and if it hadn’t been for the two guards holding his two arms I don’t think he could have stood. As they were strapping him down, the lights blinked, and then the music stopped and a man’s voice came on over the loudspeaker. I had never heard an announcement at Boy Town before, and I had been there several times as a spectator.

“LADIES AND GENTLEMEN. WE NOW WILL END THIS EVENING'S FESTIVITIES WITH THE PUNISHMENT OF SOME SERIOUS CRIMINALS. TWO OF THEM WERE JUDICIALLY SENTENCED TO CASTRATION, BUT BRIBED AN OFFICIAL OF THE GOVERNMENT WHO TOOK THEIR MONEY AND THEN MODIFIED THEIR SENTENCE TO A LESSOR PUNISHMENT. THAT ERROR WILL NOW BE RECTIFIED, AND THE OFFICIAL WHO ACCEPTED THE BRIBE WILL BE MADE INTO AN EXAMPLE. WE HOPE THAT YOU ENJOY THE SHOW."

As Chin was being strapped down over his barrel, I was pulled down from the pipe and dragged over the other one. It felt odd to be pushed over that big barrel, my legs spreading wide as if I was mounting a horse. They strapped my ankles to the sides of the barrel, and then they grabbed the big lever on the side of the barrel and lifted it upward. I immediately felt that thick chrome rod pushing against the entrance to my hole, and I screamed out “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” into my gag. God it hurt, and the fact that my entire bottom had been pulverized not so long before didn't help matters. They shoved that rod in as far as it would go in spite of my protests, and all I could do was to try to rise upward, off of the barrel, but my ankles were secured to it so it wasn’t possible. The crowd laughed, and then they pulled me backwards, so that I was flat on my back and my arms were secured to a pole behind my head. That rod was really in me deep, and so as they pulled me backwards I was forced to jut my groin upward, to try and relieve the pressure that rod was putting on my prostate. I didn't want to do that, because it made my nuts more accessible, but I really didn't have any choice. I was helpless then, trussed out with my legs spread wide and my cock lying across my belly. It was still soft, spent from the earlier punishment, but the rod in my ass was causing it to stir.

Once they had Chin and I tied down they dragged Jeremy to the bar, and strapped him face down over it, with his purple ass sticking up in the air and with his legs spread wide, in that inverted “V” that exposed his entire scrotum to everyone watching. The bucket of severed scrotums was just behind the bar at that point, so that as my brothers were brought forward they couldn't help but see it as they were dragged over the rail. God there were a lot of balls in there!

Billy was tied down next to him, so that my two brothers were there, side by side, their naked bottoms on display and their hanging nuts now exposed, hanging like fresh fruit that was ripe for picking. The bucket of balls was right behind them, so that as you looked at them you were also looking at the bucket, where their own scrotums would soon be tossed. It was not a good thing to be seeing. They used the chains on my brothers' ankles and stretched their legs wide apart, so wide that they grunted into their gags as it was being done. With the way they were bent over, their scrotums were clearly visible, and you could see their holes and the ring of hair around them. Jeremy had a thick bush that spread down from his pubic hair, up between his legs like a thick fur, and around his hole like a forest.

Billy, at sixteen, didn’t have the same copious amount of sexual hair, but still he had enough and he was clearly well into manhood. His hole too had a ring of hair that surrounded his opening, although it was much sparser than his brother’s and it didn’t have the same look.

We were all trussed out then, waiting, waiting to be nutted and to have our lives ended as males. I thought of my father, and our family name. Oh GOD! If they nutted all of us then there would be no more sons, no more boys with the Lensworth name. It was the end of our line! I figured that alone would probably kill my dad, if the cancer did not. Needless to say, it was a terrible feeling!

The Colonel started with my brothers. He picked up the banding pliers, and then walked right up behind Jeremy and slipped the big ring of rubber over his balls. He just spread the jaws of the bander, slipped the open ring of rubber over his scrotum, and then he pulled the trigger and it was done. Jeremy grunted when he felt the ring cinch his sac closed, and he bucked his hips and grunted into his gag as it was done. Jeremy’s eyes were wide open, and his eyes were darting around in fear. I don’t think he could believe this was really happening to him.

Then, the Colonel moved to Billy, and standing behind the sixteen year old’s ass, he reloaded the banding pliers with a new rubber ring. Billy went crazy then, and started jerking his hips in wild gyrations, as if he was trying to move his scrotum so the Colonel would not be able to noose it with the rubber strangulation ring. His desperation was total at that point, but even as he drove his hips forward, thrusting his cock as if he was fucking, it didn’t cause much of a problem and the Chinese Colonel had little trouble getting a band over the boy's gonads.

When that ring of rubber snapped off the prongs of the banding tool and cinched closed the top of Billy’s sack, the boy screamed at the top of his lungs. If it hadn't been for the gag it would have been piercing, but even with the gag he yelled into it, screaming in a panic as he felt that band tightly cinched at the top of his sac. His voice cracked in a pubescent squeal and then I was screaming too, trying to beg the Colonel not to do what he was clearly doing. Suddenly at that point, it was all crystal clear--we were all going to be castrated now and it was no longer a question. Billy’s balls turned a dark, sinister shade of red almost immediately as the tiny ring of rubber cinched off the boy’s blood supply to his testicles, effectively beginning his castration at that point in time. Billy could feel it too, and his balls were really hurting, and so he bucked his hips and grunted and fought the ropes that bound him. It had started, and his banded nuts swung beneath his legs then, all cinched closed at the top and literally dying on the vine.

Then, having banded the two of them, the Colonel came back to where I was.

I struggled, trying to get free, to somehow stop what was happening, but I was trussed out and helpless and yet I fought anyway. Then, looking towards my feet, I saw Janet approaching. Fuck I didn’t want her near me! The crowd saw my expression, and started laughing, and then the Colonel appeared at my side with his knife and the laughter increased. Everyone it seemed wanted ME nutted, and they were clearly looking forward to it! I was the star attraction of the evening, and everyone wanted the rapist castrated, and they had been waiting all evening to watch it be done. I was so humiliated!

I looked away from her, over to the other barrel, and Chin was screaming and struggling as they finished strapping him down. Suddenly he arched his back and started shooting out a load of jism, and that seemed really strange until I remembered the electrical prod in his hole and realized they must have activated it. They really shocked him with the juice, because he jerked up and down on that rod and his little cock just sprayed out his load of jism like a fountain. He came and came and came, and even after he was milked dry he was still jerking and thrashing as the juice continue to spark into his rectum.

The colonel ignored Chins screams and picked up my soft dick, and then let it drop back on my belly. Then, he looked to Janet and said: “He still wants you, even if his dick says otherwise right now. I can use the sparker and shock the cream out of him, but if you want, you can milk out his jism yourself. Either way, I need all of his sperm, because when I'm done with him I want to make sure there isn't any seed left within him. Then, I will castrate the bastard."

Janet grinned, and said: "I'll milk him. I'd love to be the last woman who holds his stiff cock." With that, she reached out and picked up my wilted dick in her hand, and he turned and walked to the other barrel, where the young Chinese Captain was jerking and thrashing and struggling, the shocker in his ass still doing its magic.

At the same time all of this was happening my two brothers were struggling, fighting and jerking on the ropes that held their legs wide, their two banded scrotums swinging between their spread legs and waiting to be plucked from the vine. Their arms were secured to the floor in front of them, and there was nothing they could do but feel the bands and wait to be castrated. While they struggled, Janet wrapped her fist around my dick and started to pump it like a whore.

The crowd was wild. There was so much going on and all at the same time they could hardly watch it all. Four guys were being punished all at the same time!

Janet was working my dick, and I looked down at her, staring at her as I jerked and struggled to try and get away from her. I just didn’t want her touching me! Still, she pumped my cock, and it thickened, the way it always thickens when it feels a woman’s hand. I hated her, hated everything about her, but even so my dick went rock hard and the people watching started to applaud. She was determined to milk out my last load of cream, and I tried to keep it from happening.

About then Chin's screaming intensified. With the electrical stimulation still being fired into his ass, they worked on him with rubber gloves so they didn't have to turn it off. While he fought the pain, they double-banded his rock hard cock, and I couldn’t believe it but they did. He was still going wild, screaming in desperation as he felt those small rings of rubber cinching off the base of his pole, at the same time the shocker in his ass burned like a red hot poker into his prostate. His cock was twitching, the electricity literally giving him a continuous artificial orgasm. But, his balls were empty, and so his orgasm was dry. Still, he bucked and screamed and his cock twitched from the feeling, and there was nothing he could do but stare upward at the crowd that was staring down at him.

He could scream though, and he did. He screamed into his gag, and as he did the Colonel picked up his cock by the tip, and played with the wet end, rubbing his thumb through the slit. His rock hard little pole was literally jutting. The Chinese man had already been circumcised as a boy, so there wasn’t any foreskin to get in the way, and the entire purple end of his dick was round and glistening. The Colonel then said: “Enjoy the knife Chin. Enjoy every cut, and just be thankful your dick is short. You fucked with me, and now its time for you to pay for your crime. If you're not sorry you were born a male, you are about to be."

Then, he started slowing sawing the serrated edge of the knife directly under the ridge of Chin’s penis, and as he did the man screamed and grunted and jerked, his eyes wide open in terror as it was done. The Colonel literally sawed the end right off of his dick while the man watched it being done! His boner wilted instantly, bled out I guess, but with the two tiny rubber rings cinching closed the base it did not bleed like you would have expected but rather just deflated like a balloon. It certainly did not stay engorged, and his boner disappeared when the end was sliced, even with the sparker continuing to stimulate him deep in his hole. That said, his cock was still there, but the stiffness of it was gone forever. The Colonel grinned, and then grabbed what was left of his pole and stretched it out, and then he cut off another inch, taking his time and slowly sawing his knife through the flat tip of what remained of his dick.

Chin screamed and grunted and yelled into his gag, and the pain and the misery of what was happening just consumed his soul. He grunted and begged, begged into his gag, and he was yelling in Chinese as the Colonel sliced up his dick. The Colonel cut another inch off, and laughed.

And then, he did it again. I think it took five slices to carve that Chinese Captain’s dick up and completely cut it free of his body, and Chin screamed the entire time.

After his dick had been stolen and only the barest of a nob of skin remained, the Colonel nodded and they shut of the electrical current that had been on since things had started. I think at that point his prostate was probably fried, although without his cock it really didn't make any difference. The Colonel looked him in the eyes then, and said "Now....it's time to get rid of those misbehaving balls."

And, then he started. The Colonel carved out his testicles one at a time, and Chin grunted and fought the entire time he was being castrated, his eyes wide open and watching as he lost his balls. It didn’t take long, but when Chin saw his balls he shuddered, and the expression on his face was something I’ll never forget. The camera caught it all, the look of horror, his eyes wide open and in total defeat as he stared, cock-less, while he was castrated in front of everyone. After it was done the Colonel sliced off his empty scrotum, just to make everything smooth, and after that there wasn't anything at all between Chin's legs. Nothing, and if you had not known he had been a man you would not have been able to tell it. There was absolutely nothing left of his cock, except for a little flat dime sized ring of flesh noosed by the two bands. But other than that there was nothing at all.

I watched his castration as my cock was being stimulated by Janet, and my own pole grew thick and the end was soon round and purple. I’m not sure if it was the castration I was watching or the feel of Janet’s fist, but in the end it was enough to make me ejaculate. I didn’t want to, especially knowing that when I did so my own balls would be taken, but nevertheless it happened and I pumped out my last and final wad as a man. I grunted it out, and she milked it from me, and there was nothing I could do but squirt out my load onto my belly and watch her hand steal it from me.

As soon as I was done the Colonel was there, and then he leaned over until he was very close to me. Then he said in a very low whisper: “It’s your turn now, and you’ve waited long enough. Like Chin, I want you to enjoy the knife. After I'm done with you, then I’m going to do your brothers."

My eyes were wide open in fear, and as I stared at him I started to grunt, begging him, begging him for mercy as he mentioned my brothers. I was shaking my head back and forth, mumbling into my gag in desperation. Although my words were muffled by the gag, he knew what I wanted.

Then he smiled, and said: "I know....you're thinking why Billy? That’s your real question, isn’t it, because I said if Chin had the money then I would let your little brother keep his balls. So, that's really what you want, isn't it?"

I nodded, my eyes open, hopeful, begging him. Then he said: "Well, sorry to tell you, but Chin didn't have it, at least not all of it. Nope....you see, Chin didn’t have twenty grand. He had most of it, but it's not enough I'm afraid. So...I suppose, the truth is that it's just not going to be a good evening for the Lensworth clan. Nope...it's not going to be a very good night at all!"

I shook my head and screamed "NOOOOOOOOO" into my gag, and fought with every muscle I had in my frustration. I banged my head back into the barrel, and shook it side to side as I grunted into my gag. The Colonel laughed and laughed, and then he said: "Well....perhaps....yeah, perhaps if you can convince me, and all of these people here watching justice be done that you are really sorry for what you did, then I might take that into consideration when I take the knife to Billy. I want to hear you beg me to castrate you, and if you do then maybe, just maybe, I might spare at least one of your little brother’s balls. And then again, I might not. One thing I know for certain....if you don’t beg me to castrate you, and thank me after I've done you the favor, then I guarantee you that both of Billy’s nuts are going in a jar.”

With that, he took his knife and cut the strap off of the gag that was holding it in my mouth, and he pulled it off of me and tossed the thing on the floor. Then, he picked up one of the microphones and clicked on the switch, and then he handed it to Janet and said “Hold this to his lips—I want everyone to hear whatever the fucker says.”

Then, he looked at me and said: “START TALKING.”

I licked my lips, as they were numb from having my mouth stuffed with the gag for so long. As I smacked my lips the sound reverberated through the entire hall, the microphone picking up my every sound. They had the speakers turned up, and I noticed the music had stopped. I had a brief thought to shout out about what had really happened, about how I had been framed, and to try and explain my side of things, but I knew they would just turn off the microphone and nut me without any further hesitation, and then they would nut my brothers and it would be done.

So, instead, I did what he wanted. I knew for one thing it was Billy's only chance, only knowing his balls had already been banded, I knew it wasn't much of one. Just before I opened my mouth to speak, I looked over at my younger brother, and Billy was still struggling in his desperation, feeling that noose around his young balls, and as I looked in his direction I could see his spread legs and his hanging scrotum, the tiny ring of rubber cinching off the blood and his balls already dying. Shit! My brother Jeremy was at his side, and his bag too was darkening up, and was just waiting to be taken. Everything stood in the balance, and I was defeated, the fight gone and nothing else to do but to just get it done.

I apologized and begged him. I did. I begged the Colonel to castrate me.

“I.....I’M SORRY...... I’M SORRY. I RAPED THE WOMAN, AND I DESERVE TO LOSE MY BALLS. PLEASE.... PLEASE DO ME A FAVOR, AND CASTRATE ME. YEAH.....CASTRATE ME!”

My voice boomed out across the hall, and lots of people started to applaud. Someone started up a chant then, and it grew in intensity. As it started, the Colonel picked up my scrotum, and laid the point of the knife against the side of my sac, just above my right ball.

The crowd grew excited, and the chant increased in intensity.

“castrate him...... castrate him......Castrate Him....... CAstrate Him.... CAStrate HIm ....”

“CASTRATE HIM!”

“CASTRATE HIM!”

“CASTRATE HIM!!!!!”

And then he did. He moved his hand, and shoved his blade deep into my scrotum without any warning. The pain was a thousand times worse that I thought it would be! I was determined not to scream, not to give Janet that satisfaction, but the pain was too great and I screamed anyway. Of course, the microphone picked it up and it seemed to roar throughout the punishment hall. I couldn't stand it then, and tossed my head back and went ballistic, as he shoved the knife deep into my bag and carved out my right testicle in a seamless, well-practiced motion. I almost fainted, but unfortunately I didn’t. He moved his wrist and I felt a sharp pain burn through my groin, and then the sharpness of the pain disappeared and a deep ache filled its place. I looked down and he dropped my severed testicle onto my belly, plopping it down in my load of spunk that I had shot from my dick only moments before.

He shifted his hand then, and moved the knife, and then he pushed it in the left side, right behind my left ball and made the same twisting motion. It was obvious he had castrated a lot of men, and he knew exactly how to do it. I somehow held the scream this time, but still the burn was so fucking intense, way more intense than anything I had ever felt before. I bit my lip, and grunted, and I bucked my hips as the pain overwhelmed me, jerking against the restraints that kept my legs spread and my arms stretched out and useless. The moment between manhood and nothing lingered, and he seemed to be playing with my remaining ball with his knife, more than cutting it off, and the pain shot through me in sharp jabs, way beyond anything I was prepared to handle. I jerked and thrashed and then I started begging with an intensity and a commitment that knew no bounds.

This time I said it with meaning: “PLEASE............!!!!. OH GOD............ PLEASE! DO IT! DO IT NOW! STOP IT! STOP THE PAIN! PLEASE..... I’M BEGGING YOU!!!! GET IT DONE AND CASTRATE ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! CASTRATE ME!!!! CASTRATE ME!!!!!!”

And that's exactly what he did. With a quick movement of his knife, he took my remaining ball and I was a eunuch.

There was a thunderous applause.

My head fell back on the barrel, and my muscles just went limp, and after that nothing mattered and it was done. I had lost my balls! I was no longer a man! I heard Janet laugh, and I closed my eyes in shame, and the thunderous applause from the crowd grew into a roar. It seemed everyone had enjoyed watching me be castrated. Then, as the applause quieted down, he grabbed my rapidly softening cock, and held it in his hand. I looked up, in disbelief, and he was holding his knife with the other. Then he said: “NOW, THANK ME FOR CASTRATING YOU!” As he said the last word, he squeezed my pole in a powerful grip that grabbed my attention.

The microphone picked up every grunt, my lungs sucking in the air as I tried to breathe. God my groin hurt! Still, I didn’t have any fight left in me, and so I said: “AHHHHHH....THANK YOU. THANK YOU FOR TAKING MY BALLS. THANK YOU FOR CASTRATING ME!”

Fuck! He dropped my rod and it fell over, lifeless, and was already shriveling to nothing as the crowd laughed. Many shook their head in disbelief at what they had seen. I couldn’t really believe it either, but I had sure as shit begged him to nut me, and then, just as he said I would, I had thanked him for doing it.

The Colonel laughed too, and I felt him fondle my empty sack, hefting the skin of my scrotum and feeling it where the now missing testicles had been carried for all of my life. As I watched him he put my severed nuts into a jar, just like the jars I had seen at Janet’s home not so long ago. As he screwed on the lid I almost vomited. Janet was grinning though, and then the Colonel handed it to her, and told me that my balls were her's now, and he hoped that having them in her possession would help her better cope with the trauma she had suffered. She took them, grinning, and she walked away in one direction with her new boyfriend holding her arm, and the Colonel walked away in another, towards my brothers. I wanted to beg him to leave them alone, but my voice was gone, and my head fell back against the barrel and there was no more strength left in me. I closed my eyes and the tears welled up in the corners and after that the deep ache in my groin just consumed me. I was beaten, and I was no longer a man.

The evening was all but done, and it was late and there were only two left to be punished. Of course, they were my brothers, and they were side by side, trussed out and with their balls already banded. The Colonel walked up to Jeremy, and grabbed his balls without a single word. Jeremy looked outward, across the room and at all of the eager faces looking back at him. Time stood still, and he didn’t move, but instead just stared as he felt the knife up against the top of his scrotum. He was whimpering into his gag: “plessssssssss ont do it.......nghoooo ghnoooooo! Plesssss!” begging, but his words were not understandable. He had watched me get nutted, and now his own cock was rock hard, as stiff as a man’s cock can be, and it jutted out with an eagerness that can’t really be described. The Colonel ignored it. Billy was looking backward, over his shoulder, and at what the Colonel was doing to his brother. Seeing him, the Colonel flashed his knife so he could get a good look at the sharpness of the blade, and then he grinned as Billy's face went white.

Then, the Colonel grabbed Jeremy's balls, and laid his razor sharp knife up against his sack. As soon as he did that, he started flicking the knife, moving it very rapidly from side to side, holding it ninety degrees to the flesh as he slid it across my brother's hanging bag. He moved the knife like a paintbrush, almost in a blur, and as he dragged it rapidly back and forth over the skin of my brother's balls Jeremy just stared out into the crowd in disbelief. The knife was so sharp it was like a razor, and as the man dragged it across and under Jeremy's sac he literally shaved off the hairs that were growing over his scrotum. As he was doing that, shaving his balls with his razor sharp knife, he said: “Breaking into a woman’s home has consequences. And, so does bribery. I hear you’re an attorney at home. Well, I don’t know what they do to your criminals back home in America, but here, we nut them.”

As he said the last two words, he changed the angle on the knife, and then jerked his right hand with a firm quick motion, and in that single instant it was done. One moment Jeremy was a man, having his balls shaved by the Chinese official, and the next second he was not. Jeremy’s big twenty-nine year old scrotum came free in his hand, and as it did his entire body shuddered and his eager prick shot out a last and final load of cream, adding his spunk to the puddle that was under the rail between his legs. He stared out with wide open eyes as he felt his castration and ejaculated, and then, like a limp doll, he just collapsed over the rail, and every single muscle in his body went limp as well. He had been unmanned!

Billy, tied over the same rail, went ballistic. The sixteen year old started fighting against the ropes that held him over the rail in total desperation then, unlike anything I had ever seen. Watching his two older brothers being castrated one after the other, and hearing them scream into their gags as the knife did its work, was just too much for him, and after that the boy was in a total panic and was fighting like a crazed maniac. He was trying so hard to pull his legs together, to protect his balls from the Colonel’s knife, but it was a useless gesture and his legs were tied wide and he could not bring them together no matter how hard he tried. He started bucking his hips, driving his cock forward as if he was fucking an imaginary pussy, driving his teenage cock with an eagerness that knows no bounds.

The Colonel seemed to be smiling as he watched the boy’s naked ass going up and down and up and down, thrusting his teenage hips in that classic fucking motion that all young men know instinctually how to do. I don’t know if Billy had ever fucked a real woman, but he was fucking the air as if he had, and the rapid movements of his pelvis were something to see. He was moving his hips so fast he was sweating, and his back glistened as he fucked the air. Between his legs you could watch his sac of teenage nuts swing, still cinched closed by the rubber donut at the top of his sac. Boy he didn’t like the feeling!

The Colonel was really enjoying the boy’s struggles, and he walked up behind him but clearly was not in any kind of a hurry. As the boy went crazy the Colonel felt his ass, sliding his open palm over the boy's rear as he moved it up and down. Taking his index finger, he also explored the entrance to the boy’s hole, and played with the hairs that adorned the adolescent’s puckered entrance to his bowels. Billy screamed into his gag as he felt that, and he started thrashing out so violently at that point that he was shaking the entire rail.

Several people in the audience started applauding, watching the desperation of the boy and seeing him fighting it even though it was a hopeless cause. The Colonel cupped the boy’s hairy scrotum then, and laid the knife up against his bag. As soon as Billy felt the sharpness of the blade, he screamed, and that made the Colonel laugh. I saw him wiggle the knife, and scrape it along the boy’s scrotum, just like he had done to Jeremy a few minutes before. As Billy felt the knife being moved over his scrotum, he screamed and grunted even more desperately. Boy he was sweating then!

The Colonel played with the boy’s bag for quite a while, running the keen edge of the knife over his scrotal skin, playing with it and working the edge of his blade back and forth along his set of balls much like he had just done to his older brother. But Billy was struggling a lot harder, and he screamed a lot louder. His nuts had to be hurting, especially since they had already been cinched closed for fifteen minutes or so, and they were a deep dark shade of red. The colonel flicked his wrist, and slapped the knife blade back and forth, painting the boy's entire scrotum with the edge of it, scraping the skin in short pulls of the steel. Of course, in the process he was shaving the hairs right off of the boy's sack!

Billy's eyes were wide open as he felt that knife, sliding under his balls and over the sides of his hanging nuts, scraping the skin. Billy knew all too well that the only thing the Colonel had to do was to change the angle, and he would be nut-less in an instant, and that could happen at any second. Time seemed to stand still, the screaming boy just waiting with dread for the knife to take his balls. But the Colonel was in no hurry with the teenager, and was enjoying the game, and the wild and desperate struggles that he was making. So, he worked his knife under Billy's nuts, and then clear down the left side, and then up the right, toying with the boy, holding him in the balance, between being a boy and being a nothing.

Billy screamed and grunted and jerked, all the while continuing to fuck the air like an oversexed porn star. His thick dick was rock hard, and he fucked the air and grunted as he felt the knife scraping over the skin of his balls. The colonel was really enjoying himself, toying with the teenager’s balls and running the knife over every inch of Billy’s sac, jerking the blade from the left side, to the right, and then back again. Finally, he pulled the knife sideways right up along Billy’s crack, and literally shaved the sprouting hairs there right off of his skin. One of the cameras had zoomed in on Billy’s nuts, and they were totally smooth by then, dry shaved as smooth as if they had been shaved by a barber's razor. The Colonel had literally shaved the boy’s balls silky smooth with his castration knife! They were as smooth as a baby’s ass, totally smooth, and they were swinging forward and back and Billy continued to thrust and to struggle. His hips were a blur, and his eyes were wide open, the boy in a panic and literally fucking the air with his hard cock, desperate to get loose and to save his balls.

One thing that was very obvious, unlike his older brother, was that Billy refused to just give in and accept his fate. Instead, he screamed and yelled and thrashed and struggled as only an adolescent male being castrated can. He sure didn’t want to lose his balls! Finally, it looked like the Colonel had finished having his fun, and he turned the knife on edge and pushed the point into the top of the boy’s scrotum. The tip was right at the very top, just below the ring of rubber that was strangling his nuts, and when Billy felt the knife and its razor sharp tip, his entire body shuddered. He grunted, and then screamed, and bucked his hips even more violently as it began.

It wasn't so much as from the pain, because by this time his strangled nuts were going numb, the loss of blood to his testicles finally taking its toll. But when the Colonel pushed the tip into his scrotum, and the boy felt the point, he knew where things were going and it was too much for him to handle. Billy tossed his head back and screamed even louder into his gag. As he did, the Colonel jerked the knife, pulling it backwards but lifting the tip, and as he did so the very edge of the steal nicked the rubber ring that was cinching closed the top of the boy’s scrotum. The little ring of rubber split then, and popped off of the boy’s nuts, and in that instant the blood rushed back into his testicles in a flush and his entire sac went bright red. Just as that happened the Colonel grabbed his nuts hard in his clinched fist, and jerked them downward as hard as he could. Then, he let them go.

Of course, with the rush of fresh blood into his balls combined with the sudden and unexpected hard jerk to his nuts, Billy was overwhelmed, the pain shooting through his entire groin. The pain was real, and deep and primal, and it surged through his entire body. As he felt it overwhelming him, the boy jerked his head back and ejaculated. He just KNEW he had been nutted! He came and came and came. He squirted out a hell of a wad, perhaps his brain’s desperate attempt to fertilize something, while he still had balls in which to do it. Billy’s eyes rolled back in his head then, and as he felt the wave of pain surge through his scrotum, he grunted, and assuming he had just lost his balls his entire body shuddered with the feeling of defeat. He jerked his head back and forth as he continued to cum, and as he felt the ache in his groin he screamed like a dying animal. Then, totally defeated and knowing he was neutered, he just collapsed over the rail, his eyes rolling back into his head as he fainted.

The Colonel slapped the boy’s naked ass, and laughed and laughed and laughed. The boy still had his balls but didn’t know it! The crowd loved it too, at least most of them, and they all laughed as well. The Colonel then put away his knife and hefted Billy’s nuts, feeling the boy’s stones that he had decided to leave in his bag. Billy’s eyes were slits, and he lay there unmoving, uncaring, unknowing. Some in the crowd were unhappy, but most of them were actually thankful I think. To complete the joke the Colonel reached down into the bucket, which was just behind my two brothers, and dug around through the pile until he found a set of young nuts from one of the boys who had been castrated earlier. Then, he went back to Billy, and shook him awake.

As Billy opened his eyes, the Colonel showed him the severed sac of balls. Billy screamed into his gag and his eyes went wide open in fear, and he jerked against the restraints to somehow escape from what had been done to him. He stared at the newly severed scrotum and assumed it was his own, and as he felt the deep ache in his groin he knew without any doubt that he had been castrated. Convinced of that, the bile came up in his throat, and like a rag doll he lay still then, staring at those balls and just whimpering into his gag. The Colonel walked around behind him then, and patted his rear, setting the severed bag of testicles right on the small of the back of the sixteen year old.

Billy thrust his groin up and down as he felt them, still assuming they were his own balls that were now resting on his back. The crowd was laughing, and the Colonel was laughing as well. Then, in a very serious tone, he said: "I hope you learned a lesson boy. Next time your brothers ask you to do something illegal I suggest you think twice before you do it. Otherwise, you might end up nutted.” Then, with a big grin on his face, the Colonel smacked the boy's rear end with his hand, hard, giving him a couple of hard swats. Then, he lowered his hand and reached between the boy's legs and grabbed the teenagers big set of newly shaved nuts which were still hanging between his legs where they had always been. As he did so, he grinned even wider.

The look on Billy's face was one of total confusion. The Colonel then said: “You can keep your balls boy; it’s your lucky day! You’re the man of your family now, and when you get home, I'd find a girl and fuck her if I were you.”

Two days later I was sitting with my brothers, watching the Pacific thirty-thousand feet below. We were three abreast in the Airbus 330, and Jeremy was staring out the window, lost in thought, his right hand resting on his empty groin. I wondered what he was thinking. I figured his marriage was probably history, and his wife no doubt would not be too happy that her husband was nut-less. No, I didn't imagine she would be too happy at all.

Billy was in the center seat, reading the swimsuit addition of a popular sports magazine someone on the airplane previous flight had left in the seat. He was very interested in the somewhat provocative images, and as he flipped through the pages and studied the women I noticed his pants were bulged outward, his teenage cock obviously stiff with desire. I looked at the pictures too as he turned the pages, but it was strange because they did nothing at all for me, and frankly, it was hard to really understand the eagerness in Billy's eyes. I tilted my seat back then, and let my right hand touch my crotch, where my lifeless dick lay limp and useless next to my empty scrotum. Needless to say, it was going to be a long ride home.

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