It was just six months ago and I was a nineteen year old young man with my whole future ahead of me, free and easy with a different girl in my bed on a regular basis, I was six foot two with blond hair blue eyes and a body toned from working out on a daily basis. I knew girls admired my well sun tanned body which rippled with muscle, and I exploited this at every opportunity to get them to put out for me, with a nine inch cock which was thick and heavy and with hen egg sized balls hanging in my clean shaven sack beneath it, I knew I could please and pleasure any teenage girl and would do so, for a week or two, until I got bored with them, then I would move on looking for a new conquest.

On this summer day I was on a crowded beach having just come out of the water after taking a swim, I made my way back to my towel and laid back to improve my tan and soak up some sun, when what can only be described as a beautiful woman came and spread out her towel on a free patch of sand only a few meters from me. Behind sunglasses I was checking her out, she was in her late twenties or early thirties at a guess, she wore a sexy black bikini and her smooth tanned legs drew your eyes like magnets, she was in short, a very desirable sex goddess all six feet of her, from her wavy auburn hair to her toes. I wished I could get a woman like that, mature, beautiful and experienced, but to her I would be just an inexperienced kid, to be indulged and quietly turned down, flattering for sure having a young man pursue you, but not a serious option for a sex goddess.

Then to my surprise the sex goddess spoke to me and quietly asked me if I could put sun tan lotion on her back, I quickly agreed and could not believe my luck, she laid down on her belly and gave me a bottle of oil, I started to massage and rub the oil onto her back and shoulders, we talked as I dragged out the process wanting to make it last as long as possible, I discovered her name was Lisa and that she was 32 years of age and that she was on holidays staying in a beach side motel apartment. She then asked me my own age, I quickly lied and said I was twenty one, she then reached out with a hand and gently squeezed my thigh and said, she had been watching me for sometime from further up the beach and that she thought I had a great body and was well hung for a young man, also she thought that I might be good company during her stay, I couldn’t believe my luck being hit on by a beautiful woman who was obviously offering more than a cup of coffee, it was too good to be true. Yes when I think back now I should have smelt a rat, but at the time I was thinking with the wrong head, and as her hand slid up my thigh to stroke my rapidly thickening and hardening cock, which my Speedos were having trouble covering, I missed any warning signs, truth is the harder it got the softer my brain got. Anyway within fifteen minutes we were in her apartment and I was on my back naked with her head slowly bobbing up and down on my nine inch rod which was as hard as steel and as her tongue slowly caressed the ridge around my purple helmet her fingers were massaging my sack and gently joggling and feeling out my large full testicles, it was definitely the best blow job I had ever had, her experience in how to give a man pleasure was apparent, I was in heaven and any thought of danger was driven from my mind as the head job moved slowly towards its climax and my toes curled down and my back arched and a spasm rippled through my body as my rigid young cock shot thick white cum down her throat, she sucked and sucked then licked my still spurting cock till I nearly passed out from the pleasure. Afterwards as we lay there and she gently and expertly stroked life back into my spent cock she told me that she was happy that I had been circumcised as in her opinion a cut cock was best, and that my cock and smooth sack were the best and largest she had seen in sometime, she then produced a small tape measure from her bag and quickly measured my hard cock and cock head, length and circumference and then my scrotal sack circumference, she seemed happy with the measurements, which I assumed was some kind of fetish of hers, little did I know it had a sinister and serious purpose. She then knelt on her hands and knees in a head down position, as I quickly got behind her and mounted her, pushing my eager cock into her tight moist hole feeling her muscles spasm and grip my cock as I pumped in and out of her, she felt like velvet, I fucked her with all I had until I felt a spasm run through her body and involuntary groans rattle out of her , I then pushed my rock hard cock into her with one last thrust as deep and as hard as I could and shot another large load into her eager pussy, grunting in ecstasy as she slowly collapsed beneath me spent and sated, when she had recovered she poured us some champagne which we drank before screwing twice more, I then drifted off to sleep.

When I woke it was a fuzzy hazy awakening and as I laid there slowly coming awake it felt like the bed was in motion and then It dawned on me, I was on a hard cold floor not in a soft warm comfortable motel bed, now fully awake my head aching I realized the movement was not some dream but the movements of a ship at sea and that I was locked in what looked like a twenty foot ship container, as the drugged sleep finally cleared from my head I realized I was not alone, I had four companions all in a drugged stupor. When my brain could fully function I realized that light and air was filtering in through vents in the insulated container near the ceiling, there was also was a make shift toilet at one end, my four companions were all teenage boys and like me the only clothing they wore was a pair of boxer shorts. We were in that container for fifteen or sixteen days, with food and water being pushed through a small shutter in the end once a day, no one talked to us and no one came near us or opened the container no matter how loud we yelled. As the long days went by we spent our time speculating why we had been locked in, and why on a ship, and where was it taking us, we also got to know one another, my four ship mates were James who was eighteen, Matt and Steven who were seventeen and Ben who like me was nineteen. The other thing that unnerved me was that they like me, were all good looking with well muscled bodies, and by what I could see when they used the toilet, at least as well hung as me and James cock must have been 10 or 11 inches flaccid, how big it was when angry I could only guess. No matter how long we pondered it we could only speculate why we had been so obviously kidnapped, the only common theme was we had all been drugged by beautiful women after a night of frenzied and anonymous sex, I suggested only half joking that like in Dickens story “Kidnapped” we may have been sold into slavery.

Then one morning we awoke to the sounds of the ship coming into port but which port, you could smell the land and humanity you could also hear strange sounds, my ears pricked when I heard what sounded like a mullah calling the faithful to prayer, we were in a Muslim country, the land of Islam, I truly started to worry now. And when finally the container doors were thrown open and the harsh tropic sun poured in, and after my eyes adjusted from the gloom, I could see four ugly Arab men in kaftans armed with some sort of machine guns, my fears were not abated, they indicated with the barrels of their weapons for us to move, yelling at us in a strange tongue we could not understand, we did as was indicated and were led down a gangway to a truck that was obviously awaiting our arrival. We hopped onto the back of the truck after more threats and were driven out of a town which could only be described as a slum into the countryside or a scrubby desert for about half an hour until we arrived at a compound surrounded by high walls and barbed wire, we were forced out of the truck and through a gate in the wall into the compound proper. We were then forced to remove our boxers so that we stood completely naked in the desert sun, we then were motioned into a large cell at the back of the compound, which to our amazement already held approximately 20 young naked white men, we soon discovered there they were from all nations Dutch, German, Russians, English, Americans and others. Our new cell mates confirmed that we were somewhere in the Middle East possibly Yemen, we also learned they had been either kidnapped like us or lured to the Middle East with the promise of high paid work. What the purpose was for imprisoning us we could only guess at, some thought for ransom, but then why the Russian workers they had no money, some thought for terrorism and to blackmail our governments, but when our original group of five talked about it we kept coming back to the fact we were all attractive well muscled and mostly blond young men in our late teens or very early twenties, this seemed significant we thought, in a sinister way.

We had only been in the cell for a few hours when platters of food and jugs of water were bought into the cell and there was plenty of it, it was nothing flash but simple wholesome and nourishing, after we had eaten the guards came and in basic English indicated we should leave the cell and go out into the yard at the centre of the compound, there we were instructed again in broken English to start doing sit ups. When none of us commenced the requested sit ups the guards screamed at us and threatened us with their weapons, we quickly complied and commenced what turned out to be a two and half hour session of hard physical workout which left us exhausted and drenched with sweat, before we were allowed to return to our cell for water and a rest, the whole process was repeated again later in the afternoon, this became our daily routine, wake early in the morning have breakfast then two and half hours of hard exercise then rest until more exercise in the afternoon then back to the cell were food and water would be provided, then a rudimentary bath and ablutions then sleep on mats on the floor. This became our routine over the next few weeks; I was now as fit and as lean as I had ever been, I also had an all over suntan because we were always kept naked, there was one event that happened on the third day which left us in no doubt of our position and ensured we carried out orders quickly and without complaint. It happened just at the beginning of our morning exercise when one of the Germans refused to carry out the requested task; he yelled at the guards he would not do it anymore and when they threatened him he attacked one of the guards, he was a big nineteen year old and fit the muscle rippled beneath his smooth golden skin as his fists smashed into the Arab guard, but another guard quickly clubbed him and stunned him with his rifle butt, he was then dragged off the exercise yard. When we had returned to our cell he was no where to be seen, then about an hour later there was a commotion as he was dragged in front of our cell, he was hand cuffed and held by two guards, he was struggling as a sturdy wooden table was carried into view and placed right in front of him in full view of those of us in the cell, four guards dragged him onto the table kicking and screaming as two heavy leather belts were placed around his ankles then around the table legs and buckled up tight, his wrists were freed from the hand cuffs then they too were strapped to the table legs at the opposite end to his ankles. We thought he was going to be beaten as a warning to the rest of us, how wrong we were, another belt was placed around each of his knees and they were pulled apart by two of the guards, the guard who could speak crude English came forward and informed us that we had no rights and that disobedience would be punished harshly, with that he turned to the young man spread eagled on the table and grasped the full bulging sack that hung heavy between his thighs and quickly slipped a cord in the form of a noose over his sack and over the two large testicles that it contained, then ensuring it was high up on his sack he cruelly jerked the noose tight the young mans back arched and he gave a guttural grunt then began to struggle to be free and away from the noose that was trapping his big nuts. The guards easily held him no matter how hard he struggled and the one with the noose casually and calmly placed two more bights of the cord around his now dark bulging bag and pulled it tight and knotted it, the young man was now shiny with sweat from his futile struggles and his ribbed stomach muscles stood out boldly as he lifted his upper body up to look down at his groin and the source of the pain flowing through his body. His cock was now up hard and strong in a nine inch erection as if it was eager to see its owner gelded, the guard who had noosed his sack now produced a small but sharp looking knife and slowly poured a disinfectant over it, he was in no hurry as he slowly grasped the young mans noosed sack and drew it down and placed the knife up under the bag below the noose that was acting as a tourniquet around his scrotum and then he waited drawing it out as he began to speak to the young man grunting and struggling stretched out on the table, “You have a big cock don’t you? I bet you have taken many young girls virginity and given many more pleasure with this big weapon haven’t you”? He said to him, “well that is about to end, I am about to make a eunuch out of you, your hard cock tells me you want this and that you know you need to be castrated don’t you” the young man on the table screamed “NO! Please don’t, I will do whatever you want me to do, just don’t do this to me” he now struggled with all his might rocking the table with his efforts to be free, but it was useless he was helpless to stop the cutting open of his heavy bulging scrotum, to him it now seemed the most important thing in the world, he had enjoyed using his large heavy cock on the young women in his life in the past and suddenly he wanted to do it in the future more than anything else in the world, he felt what only a young man with his legs spread and with a knife held under his bulging tightly noosed sack could feel, and he was desperate to avoid what was about to be done. The man with the knife just smiled and said “no this has to be done for your own good you are a head strong and violent young bull but once we have nutted you, you will be a lot quieter and more obedient, are you ready then, I am about to geld you”, the golden young man on the table squawked and his chest was heaving like he was hyperventilating and he was shaking his head vigorously as he looked down over his ribbed belly to his hard enraged cock which was now oozing strings of precum and then onto his sack that was held firmly in the grip of the guard, and then he threw his head back as the guard started to work the knife through his tied sack of stones, he grunted and then shot cum out of his huge angry cock, it went high into the air, and when it came down it landed all over his chest and stomach and he kept on cumming in what was obviously a most powerful orgasm right up to the moment when his bugling bag came free in the guards hand, he then collapsed back in what was total defeat, he knew he had been castrated and he knew he would never again feel the pleasure of pushing his hard young cock into a willing female and he was sobbing at the loss. The guard laughed and turning to us he said “this is what comes of disobedience, accept you have no rights and do what you are told when you are told, or you too will feel the knife” with that he tossed the sack of testicles that until a few moments before had been hanging between the legs of a well hung young man into our cell, we all just stared at it as it splattered onto the floor, it was hard to believe that this small package of flesh had been a young mans pride and joy and now it was just a quickly cooling piece of meat, I picked the disgusting thing up and threw it out the cell window and saw a dog quickly grab it and with a few chews quickly wolf it down, and that was that. The guards stood there looking at us with smirks on their faces, it was only as their eyes drifted down to my waist that I realised my own cock was up and as hard as it had ever been and that I had been aroused by watching my recent companion been castrated, I was embarrassed and quickly turned away to try and hide it from my cell mates when I realised that they too had massive erections especially James who’s enraged rock hard cock was twelve inches long with a huge purple head oozing precum from its slit. Later that night I could not get the memory of the young mans castration out of my head and I still had a rock hard cock as I tried to sleep when James who had become my closest friend quietly whispered how it had effected him as well, we were quietly discussing what had happened to the young man when his hand lightly brushed against my inner thigh and slowly slid up my thigh until he was holding my sack of stones, my bag was soft and pliable from the heat of the night and as he slowly joggled and massaged it, feeling out each of my stones, “you are so big” he whispered “and I know you need relief from this”, he said as his fingers softly stroked my huge erection, I had never had any thoughts of being with a man, but his hand felt so good and I was as horny as I could ever remember so I let my thighs fall apart and gave myself over to the pleasure he was giving me, I felt him move against me then I felt his warm lips slowly engulf my huge pulsing cock and as his tongue ran around my cock head and his hand gently massaged my sack I could not help but compare it with the blowjob that Lisa had given me, and as James’s head bobbed up and down on me and his rasping tongue slowly drove me wild with pleasure, I knew that this young man or boy was giving me far better head than any woman could, it was an instinctive thing, only a man who had a cock of his own to pleasure would know how to pleasure another mans cock. Each time my back arched and I was about to cum he would press his thumb against the urethra at the base of my cock and he would slowly and gently squeeze my sack and stones until the urge to ejaculate would pass, then he would slowly start to work on me again bringing me to the boil once more, eventually he allowed me to climax and as my back arched and I grabbed the sides of his head thrusting my quivering cock into his mouth, he sucked and slurped and swallowed the largest and thickest wad I had ever shot, it was so intense I thought I was having a heart attack. When I had panted out my orgasm and James had swallowed my load and licked my pulsating cock clean he gently pushed my head down to his waist, I was now keen to see if I could give him the same pleasure he had given me, I gently reached out and felt his massive cock brush against my cheek, I licked my way to the head and found it too was massive, I could not believe he was so big and as I gently grasped his sack it was huge as well with the two biggest stones I could imagine, he was hung like a bull, I went to work on his massive meat and ten minutes later he began to quiver and moan and thrust until with one last thrust he pushed his monster cock down my throat and nearly choking me shot what must have been a litre of thick salty white cum into me, he continued to orgasm for a few minutes as I sucked and licked him dry until he too finally gasped in exhaustion and collapsed panting. While we were lying there recovering from our excursions it became apparent that our nocturnal activities had not gone unnoticed when Ben came over as he too needed relief and went down on me in a 69 and Steven now had his cock in James mouth, we kept at it half the night during which time I and Ben both went down on Matt who was surprisingly well hung with a great cock for been only seventeen, I chewed and munched on his beautiful soft bag and stones while Ben slurped his cock head and swallowed his load when he shot it, from then on us five would pleasure one another on a regular basis, James was my favourite partner though, I just could not get enough of handling his monster cock and balls.

Needless to say the 24 of us that were left after the castration of the young German from then on obeyed every command to the letter and in a hurry; we were shocked at what had happened and in the casual way it had been done, as if castrating a young man was an everyday occurrence, we worked hard to please our captors for the following 4 weeks until a day came when we were required to do something different. A small breakfast was supplied as usual and when we went out into the yard there were baths of warm soapy water set up, the guard indicated we should wash ourselves thoroughly with the soap and shampoo provided, we all rushed to take advantage of the opportunity to be clean and refreshed, when we had finished bathing there was a couple of barbers standing by to shave us and trim our hair, and I don’t mean just on our heads, our pubic hair was snipped and trimmed and the hair on our sacks was quickly wiped off with a razor until we were smooth and trimmed and stood there clean suntanned and naked. Then four young boys came in with pots of warm aromatic oils and started to rub us down with it, working it in until we shone golden in the sun and when we moved our muscle showed and rippled beneath our smooth glowing skins like pythons in a sack, they paid particular attention to our ball bags and cocks and we all had huge erections when they were finished, the guards were watching us and our cocks with hungry eyes as we were herded out through the gate and into a waiting truck, it crossed my mind as I climbed aboard why none of us had been molested before now. We were then driven for a short while perhaps fifteen minutes to an estate which had green and spreading lawns and where marquees had been set up on them, when we got down from the truck we were lined up in a particular order and a handsome and neatly dressed young Arab came along the line referring to a booklet he carried and once he had checked each of us off against his book he would write a number in large clear print on our right breast with a permanent marker, we were then led to a large marquee which had something like gymnastic bars in it, we were then stood in front of and against these bars with our backs to them and we were shackled to the bars with our wrist at shoulder height and with our feet about two feet apart, there was space for our guards to walk in front of or behind us, and we were secured spread eagled for their inspection. I noticed that in the marquee in front of us was a dais of some size and that a buffet of food and drink was been set up. It was at this point that a bus arrived and nine of the most beautiful young women hopped out, they were nearly all blonds with great legs and ample breasts, they wore only flimsy sarongs so we could see how desirable they were, as they were led past us to a smaller marquee they looked over at us, and ran their eyes over our bodies you could see a flicker of interest in some of their eyes as they looked at our heavy cocks which were now beginning to stir and thicken with interest at their arrival, they were led and shackled to what looked like dance poles in the smaller marquee.

Ten minutes later a white Rolls Royce arrived and a sheik of some kind alighted from the vehicle followed by a younger teenager who was probably sixteen years of age and was obviously the sheiks son or nephew, other expensive vehicles then began to arrive at regular intervals, from each well dressed and wealthy people stepped out, there was a lot of Arabs in traditional dress as well as in western suits, European men and women as well as some African men, they were of all ages from sixteen to eighty by the look of them, as each walked to the shade of the marquee and as they were offered a cool drink they looked to our marquee with interest and curiosity. Eventually an Arab in western dress stood upon the dais and addressed the guest, speaking in a cultivated English accent he welcomed and thanked them for coming and assured them that they would be happy and pleased with the quality of the merchandise on offer and then he invited the guest to inspect the goods and advised them that the auction would begin on the hour. It now all clicked into place, we were the merchandise and we were to be auctioned and sold like cattle, the reason we had been well fed with all the exercise was to make us as saleable and presentable to the bidders as possible, the reason none of us had been molested by the guards was we were far to valuable stock for the use of mere peasant guards, the bathing and trimming and oiling all to make us more saleable and hence more profitable, my mind raced recalling what I had heard about the white slave trade, mostly in the Middle East and northern Africa and, oh my god they still kept eunuchs didn’t they!.

As the potential bidders walked across the lawn to our and the girls marquee I tried to analyze them and work out why they would need to buy a young male slave, my mind baulked as the memories of the German kept creeping in, I then started to become aroused so by the time the customers had arrived to inspect us my cock was thick and heavy and was standing clear of my sack. I was approached by a tall European woman in her early forties at her side was a girl probably seventeen or eighteen the girl turned to the older woman and in a French accent said “this one looks good mother”, and with that she reached out and began to run her hands over my shoulders and down my flanks across my abdomen until she was holding and gently stroking my semi rigid cock, as her fingers closed around my scrotum she said “he is perfect mother can we buy him, his bag is so big and juicy and his balls are so big and full of sperm”, the mother responded “He is the first one you have looked at, they all have big cocks and balls that is why they are here, nobody wants to buy a young slave with a small set do they, lets have a look in the catalogue, are yes here it is, lot number 107 nineteen years of age, white Anglo Saxon, cock length nine inches, yes he is well hung isn’t he, scrotal circumference 10 inches testicles right 3 inches left 3 and 1 quarter inch, yes you were right to mark his photograph, he has potential” with that she began her physical examination running her hand over my body from head to foot feeling my now aching nuts and paying close attention to my angry cock, I craned my neck and looked at her catalogue and to my surprise saw my picture there looking out at me, I was standing on the beach, it had lot 107 in bold print above, it wasn’t random then, I had been selected and chosen after close scrutiny, the way one would choose a young stallion to buy, they had watched me for who knows how long and decided yes he will bring good money, then it was a simple case of that bitch Lisa setting a trap for the young bull, and I had trotted straight into it, thinking with what hung between my legs, not with what was between my ears. I cursed my stupidity and looked at the spoilt young girl who was pleading with her mother to buy me as her new toy, she was a very beautiful girl and her breasts were full but firm as they are in teenage girls, yes I thought I hope she buys me at least life wont be too bad mounting and bulling this young beauty, yes that would be OK better that than what had happened to the German I thought, as I had now become convinced that of the 24 young men being auctioned here today including myself most would be castrated and serve as eunuchs. The woman and young girl moved on examining James, I could here the girl’s coos of excitement and the mother’s agreement when they sighted his heavy cock. I can’t say how many possible buyers came and examined me over the next half hour, each ran their hands over my body and felt and weighed my sack, I can remember some saying things like “yes he will castrate well” or “once he has had his pocket picked’ or “he will be a good slave when he is two stones lighter” some spoke in a foreign language I could not understand. There were only two other buyers I can clearly remember, one was the teenaged boy who had got out of the Rolls Royce, he watched as his father examined me, feeling my sack and feeling out each of my testicles, then he rolled each testicle feeling for and finding each cord then following it back up to where it entered my body at the base of my cock, finally he said to the boy, “yes he will be a good buy, and once you have opened his purse son and stolen his two heavy jewels he will serve you well as a eunuch, come here and feel his bag, he will cut well and heal clean, his big sack is ripe for the picking and his stones hang there big and heavy just begging for you to take them”, the young teenage boy stuck somewhere between boyhood and manhood reached out and confidently began to feel my sack and stroked my enraged cock,” yes father his stones hang low and will be easy to take, he has a large cock, why is it so hard, do all men become so excited father at the thought of being castrated”, “well son my grandfather told me unless the boy you are cutting is excited and erect and unless he cums when you push your knife blade into his sack and steal his balls, he will not make a good eunuch, you have no worries with this one though, his big fat cock is dripping with excitement and when you make your first cut into that big sack of his he will shoot white goo everywhere”, I looked at the boy and knew that once he had emptied my sack for me he would be more of a man than I would ever be again.

The other one I remember was a young tall and slim handsome Arab who looked like he was half European, English perhaps, he was dressed in a dark suit and was 24 or 25 at a guess, he was quietly standing back looking at me for sometime before he approached and while reading his catalogue he said to me “you are a fine looking young man what is your name” I answered him and told him my name was Tom, “well Tom” he said as his fingers lightly stroked my nine inch curve “you are excited aren’t you, I have to tell you young Tom you have the nicest body and cutest features I have seen on a slave for sometime, and this cock of yours is so big and beautiful you have half the old men here slavering for it you know”, just then his fingers started to massage my sack and feel my stones, “of course they will have to cut these big nuts out of you first Tom, a pity to geld such a handsome young stallion as you Tom, but there it is, that’s what young stallions are for, gelding isn’t it, still I don’t think you will like it been done to you Tom, I would say it will hurt like hell, you know I think you will go for a very good price young Tom, I might even put a bid in myself” with that he wrote something in his catalogue and departed to await the auction which was about to begin.

A gong sounded and all the guest quickly made their way to the seats, the first to be auctioned was one of the girls who I had completely forgotten about, they had obviously been inspected the same as us, the auctioneer yelled first lot 87 a beautiful blond girl from Scandinavia, and she was too, one of the prettiest girls I had ever seen, what is the bid he yelled, someone called fifty thousand, I have fifty thousand US called the auctioneer, then the bidding started in earnest until it reached one hundred and ten thousand dollars US, the girl was knocked down to the highest bidder, SOLD yelled the auctioneer, each of the girls was bought to the block in her turn and sold, it became apparent that they put what they believed to be the best stock up for auction first as the prices slowly decreased until the last girl was knocked down for eighty one thousand dollars. The sales went quickly and within twenty five minutes all of the girls had been sold, as the last was been led away by her new owner, James was being unshackled and led to the block, OK ladies and gentleman we have lot no 106 a eighteen year old male of Anglo-Saxon heritage and may I say it he is the best hung and with the heaviest sack I have seen on a male his young age for many years, right what am I bid, fifty was the call within a minute it had reached ninety five thousand US with the French girl holding the bid, do I hear any higher called the auctioneer, come on gentleman he will make an excellent harem boy once you have emptied that big bag for him, going once, twice, sold to the young lady he called for ninety five thousand. As James was led away by a guard I was being dragged to the auction block as I was stood up before them on display and the auctioneer yelled lot no 107 a nineteen year old blond of Anglo-Saxon extraction, he too will make a excellent harem boy once he has been nutted, I felt like a piece of meat at the markets, what is the bid called the auctioneer, fifty called the young sixteen year old son of the sheik, we have fifty called the auctioneer, sixty called the young French girl, seventy cried the sheiks son, seventy five called the girl, eighty cried the boy, I looked to the girl but she was no longer showing any interest, please I tried to will her to bid, don’t leave me to that young boy and his knife, I could see myself in my imagination spread eagled on the table where the German had been, with that young man standing between my out stretched legs pulling and stretching out my noosed full scrotum with one hand and holding the razor sharp knife to it in the other, at eighty thousand going once, twice.