Ayzintion City--The punishment of Two Thieves

Ayzintion City-—The Punishment of Two Thieves

The two young thieves were tied, their arms secured in front of them and their wrists bound together. The thick rope that secured them was threaded through a rusted iron ring of the post, each end of the rope securing the wrists of one of the boys. They were brothers, and they were scared. They had good reason to be. They had trespassed onto the horse ranch of the Christianson family, and had stolen two of the owner’s geldings. They might have even gotten away with it, except that they didn’t ride horses all that well. In the end they had been caught, after a long chase and a desperate struggle that had resulted in disaster when they had taken their stolen mounts over a cliff. The fall hadn’t been all that bad, but the horses hadn’t made it unscathed, and in the end, the horses had to be killed. The two thieves were taken into custody at the scene. Finally, they had been dragged back to the field house, where the owner had come down and looked at them. The look he had given them they would never forget; the anger intense, the hatred obvious, and the stare lingering. Oh the stare, something between hatred and lust, between life and death, between pity and desire. Yes, the owner’s stare was something that none of them would ever forget. After that, he had had them tied and thrown in the wagon. At first they had assumed they would be killed, as that was the standard punishment for anyone stealing the livestock of another. Horse thieves were considered the worst type of thieves, and were usually executed quickly, their bodies sometimes left to hang until the skeletons were picked clean by the birds.

At first, things moved in that direction, when suddenly their own father had showed up on the ranch. Apparently, he had gotten wind of what they had done, and had come to beg for their lives from the ranch owner. The discussion had been somewhat heated, and his father had begged like a little boy, finally groveling at the feet of the Christianson patriarch. Eventually, the master had felt some pity, and then he decided he would punish the boys in another way and spare their lives at the same time. He had lost horses before to thieves, and decided that perhaps if he handled things right he could use these lads to teach a lesson to others that would insure he was never robbed again. As they were taken away they had noted their father had been crying, and it was hard to say if he was crying from relief they would be spared or from what he was afraid would happen to them. In any event, they couldn’t look back at him for their shame and as they were taken away, both of them wondered if they would ever seem him again. After that, their journey in the wagon had been a long one, and, as they had been tied tightly, an uncomfortable one. The owner hadn’t made the trip. Instead, he had called out for his son and daughter, and given the two thieves to them with instructions on what he wanted done to them. The owner’s son was a blond haired lad of fourteen, who had looked at them with contempt, his bright blue eyes burning through them from his stare. The daughter was beautiful, a girl of sixteen and her smile almost melted them as she gazed on the two young thieves. Then, her brother and her had climbed into the wagon, and together they had made the long journey that had brought them here, here to Ayzintion City, the place where the slave traders come. Upon their arrival, they had seen to having the two thieves stripped of their clothing and left tied to the post, where they were standing now.

The two brothers were similar in appearance, although not in maturity. The older one, a lad of 18, was strong and powerful, his hard muscles reflecting his years of hard work on his father’s farm. He was a defiant kid, always pushing the limits, and getting into trouble was his trademark. His dark hair was disheveled, and his brown eyes were deep and wide-open, taking in the sights and bustle of the almost mythical city that he had only heard about until now. His stomach muscles were ripped, the horizontal lines of his youth were hard and firm, and his leg muscles were strong and powerful. The dark hair of his sex was visible on his legs, and ran up and under his tight ass. Above his long prick his thick bush was the bush of a man, a line of hair running straight up to his navel. Under it was his sack of balls, hanging loose and dangling in the heat of the sun. His chest was smooth and hard, and the tuffs of his black hair jutted out from his armpits. He was ashamed to be tied naked, his arms secured in front of him, the wrists bound so tight he could hardly feel his hands. He wondered if he was about to be sold into slavery. He couldn’t help but notice the stares as the people passed by them on the street. His face was smooth with the appearance of being clean-shaven, the redness in his cheeks almost crimson. There was a light dusting of dark fuzz that was just beginning to sprout across his upper lip. The older lad found himself thinking of his first girlfriend back home, a girl he had bedded for the first time only a few weeks before. She would not be pleased to hear he had stolen, and he wondered if he would ever see her again. God she was hot, and as a veiled woman passed him by on the street, staring at him and his groin, he closed his eyes and thought back to HIS girl, with her bright face and beautiful body, and her sex. Oh GOD HER SEX, waiting for him, and for what he had between his legs. Oh he loved that feeling, and he couldn’t help himself as his mind wandered to the memory of his sex buried within her, the way her wetness had enveloped his cock and her warmth and pulled his seed from his balls. He quickly moved his thoughts back to the street, as he felt the movement in his prick and knew if he didn’t he would soon be standing with a dick that was jutting toward the sky.

His brother, a younger lad of fifteen, had no facial hair at all, and yet he had the perfect body of a growing adolescent. His legs had signs of some sex hair like his brother, but much less dense and much lighter in color. His underarms had sprouted, but the tuffs of hair were also less dense than his brothers and there was no line of hair below his navel. His pubic patch was also small and compact, and yet his prick that was hanging below it was typical of a teenage male. Although it was an average prick, still, as it hung down like a hose it looked large for the size of the boy that owned it. Underneath, his balls hung low and were large, as big as his brothers, and as they hung in the hot sun, they almost looked like plums ripe for the plucking. As he looked about him, and noticed the people walking by them in an almost continuous stream as the city went about its business, each one eyeing him carefully, and their stares always on his crotch. As he looked away his face blushed red with shame. Unlike his brother, he had never tasted sex, and yet he had a girl he had spent some time with and had dreamed about on more than one occasion. Sometimes his dreams had been hot and sexy, and on more than a few mornings he had awakened with his young prick stiff and jutting, and his bed sheets sticky with the juices of his youth.

The two boys waited in the hot sun for more than an hour. As they stood and waited, at first they were largely ignored. However, slowly at the very edges of the square, several people had gathered, and then some more, and then more. As the time passed, the boys found themselves becoming the center of attention. Suddenly, they looked across the square and the brothers saw the owner’s daughter and son, walking with another man, and coming towards them. As they were approached, the two young thieves grew tense from their fear. The man that was with them was wearing pressed black pants and a crisp white shirt, and was obviously of East European decent. The crowd immediately noticed his presence, and from the way he was watched and from the size of the group that was following him it was quite apparent he was a man of some distinction and power. Finally, he stood before the two brothers, and then began to talk to the son of the ranch owner.

“So, Señor, these are the robbers your father has sent for punishment?”

The teenage lad with the blond hair jerked his head, pushing his hair back and out of his eyes. “Yes sir, that’s them. Two horse thieves. My father wants them fixed and ringed, as we discussed, and then he plans to give them a life of hell. I want to be there and see it happen. I wouldn’t miss this for the world.”

The brothers looked at the blond haired boy in front of them, standing tall and with a look of pure hatred in his eyes. Then the older one of them, sensing an impending doom, began to speak and beg his way out of it: “What’s going to happen to us? We made a mistake—I’ll work to pay off the horses. We didn’t mean to hurt them! Please, for God’s sake, have mercy on us!”

The daughter and son looked at each other and literally burst out laughing. Then the blond haired youth said to the man in the white shirt: “Tell them; make sure they KNOW before you do it. Yeah…tell them, and then lets get it done.”

The man in the black pants and white shirt looked at both of the thieves, who were staring at him with questioning looks, the fear visible in their eyes. He then said “You boys are thieves, and horse thieves at that. You are less then men. You are nothing, and deserve nothing. You stole two horses, geldings to be exact, and the ball-less horses you killed need to be replaced. SO be it. You will replace them, and I’ll be doing the cutting.”

Then, just as his words started to register with the boys, the man continued as he looked to his helpers, “Take them to the hitching rail in the stable, and prepare them for their castration. I’ll be along shortly.”

Immediately, the boys started struggling and protesting, even as they were grabbed, and the rope was cut in two pieces and slipped from the ring as they were pulled from the post that had held them. They were struggling like there was no tomorrow, desperate to somehow get loose, to get away, the words of the man hanging in the air, and finding their way into their vary souls! God!!! Gelded—LIKE HORSES! Oh God. CASTRATED he had said, and nothing will put fear in a young man more than being told he is going to be cut and his balls be taken from him. The two boys were fighting hard after that, with everything they had, but the ropes secured their wrists and the helpers dragged them onward toward their doom. A crowd was already following, the curiosity building and the excitement of a public gelding making them giddy.

The boys were half pulled, half dragged, to the area of the stables. Normally geldings were done in a special area within the city and a special gelding table was used. Also, for the most part the general populace wasn’t invited to the cuttings. However, for these thieves, the man paying for the cutting had insisted it be done where the horses were gelded and anyone was welcome to watch. He also wanted them to be humiliated as part of their cutting, and the open crowd would help insure that that happened. Normally, the cutter wouldn’t have agreed to that, as large crowds can get out of hand. However with these boys being horse thieves he had no reservations, and the money that was offered for the cutting was good. First, he would secure their nuts, and then he would take them.

The two boys were brought to where the horses were kept, and they were dragged up and over the hitching rail, a horizontal pole where the horses were often tied. As this was done, leather thongs were secured to their ankles and their feet were splayed out wide and then attached to the base of the vertical support posts that held up the hitching bar. The rope that was still around their wrists was secured to the wall in front of the hitching post, pulling them forward and stretching them out over the hitching rail. The entire process only took a few minutes, and for the two thieves, things were happening so fast they hardly had time to comprehend it. No! God—the crowd, eager for it to begin!

As the boys were being tied and prepared, the crowd had grown even larger, and people were straining to get a vantage point. There was lots of smiling faces eager to see the boys lose their manhood. The murmur of excitement that was rippling through the crowd was intense, and eager. The blond haired boy and his sister walked over until they were standing in front of the rail, between the rail and the wall where the arms of the prisoners were stretched out and secured. They didn’t want to miss the expressions of the thieves when they felt their nuts get tied.

With that, the man in the black pants came up behind the older of the two youths. He was visibly thrusting against his bonds, his face turned back staring at the cutter and his eyes wide with fear. Between his legs his large balls swung low in the hot sun, and his asshole puckered open and closed. The black hair on his legs went all the way to the boy’s hole, and the muscles of the youth were bulging as he fought and struggled. A line of sweat glistened down his back and ran all the way to his ass. He was struggling hard to get loose, totally fearful and with the intensity that can only come with the knowledge that a pending castration can bring. Next to him, the younger teen was pumping wildly over the horizontal rail as well, almost like he was trying to fuck it as he struggled to get away.

The cutter then reached between the youth’s legs in front of him, and took in the boy’s balls and cupped them within his left hand. The boy screamed out, as he felt a man’s hand grab his nutsack for the first time in his life. The man squeezed the boy’s balls. Then, as the youth yelled, the man pulled down on them, hard, stretching them downward and pulling on the cords that lay deep inside them. The boy grunted as it was done, feeling the pain shoot up between his legs. The man didn’t seem to be in any hurry, and as he held the balls of the youth he seemed almost to hesitate as he fondled them. Then, with his other hand, he brought up a leather gutstring, and with a deft and practiced motion, he slipped the loop over the lad’s nutsack. Then, without any hesitation, with a sudden jerk he pulled the loop closed with a snap and in the process cinched the boys balls tight in their sack, trapping them away from his body.

“ARGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH” the boy grunted, as he felt the leather bite into his nuts. “OH GODDDDDDDDDDD” he screamed, then “NNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOO!!!!!!” he yelled in desperation. His hips were humping wildly now, and as he fucked the air the crowd laughed at the struggles of the young horse thief. “PLLEASEEEEEE---OH GOD PLEASE!” he yelled again, tears in his eyes as he struggled to somehow get loose. He was struggling so hard, desperate it seemed to somehow get the noose off of his balls. He could feel the constriction, his balls already aching deep in their trapped sack, and even as he struggled the pain was growing by the second, and as it was hurting more and more he was at the same time realizing there was nothing he could do about it. The crowd couldn’t help but notice the boys erection, his prick growing stiff almost as soon as the noose was cinched closed. The boy’s foreskin had retracted off the head of his stiffening dick, and as the boy’s big purple dickhead popped out of its hood it began almost immediately to ooze fluid and soon it was literally glistening in the sun.

Then, the cutter slowly moved his way over until he was standing behind the younger boy. He looked at him, the boy’s struggles desperate and wild, the young boy fighting like he was about to be executed. The boy fought against the bonds that secured him, and the crowd grew more excited with his intense struggle. He was pulling hard against the restraints, and he was screaming for mercy: “Oh pleaseeeee......don’t do this....don’t do it...please...please don’t….pleaseeeeeeeee…” His dick was already hard, the intensity of the moment just too much, and the noosing of his brother’s nuts had him so frightened he was babbling almost without comprehension. The crowd was growing wild with excitement, and the whispers had grown from a murmur until they were almost shouting for it to continue. Suddenly, the boy felt his own nuts being yanked down, hard, and then even harder, the man pulling down on the essence of his manhood. OH GOD IT HURT! “YEOOOOWWWWWWWWWW” he yelled as his nuts were pulled with a vengeance! He grunted from the pain, struggled harder still to get away. Then, he felt the leather loop being slipped over his sack! OH GOD NO! And then he suddenly jerked forward, arching his back and looking up, up at the wall in front of him. There, directly in front of his face was the girl, and as his eyes locked eye-to-eye with her, he felt the bite of the leather as it was jerked closed around his balls. OH GOD!!!! “ARGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG” he grunted as the pain penetrated to his brain and his balls were sealed closed by the leather. With his grunt, she laughed.

With that, an applause began from the crowd, everyone eager to be seeing justice performed. As the crowd watched the two thieves struggle, their balls pulled up close like little plums, all tied up nice and tight and swinging in the hot sun. Dangling below them were the ends of the leather ties, and as the boys jerked and thrusted their balls bulged out in their sacks from the pressure applied by the gutstrings. As they did so, it was obvious that they were ripe for the taking. The boys seemed to know it too, as they were struggling like mad men, and with each moment that past the ache in their balls increased and their bound scrotums slowly began to turn a deeper, more sinister red.

Then, the cutter spoke to the guards: “Take them down and tie their arms out under the hitching rail. They need to be fed before they are cut.

As the crowd looked on questionably, the two thieves were untied and taken down from the hitching rail. They tried to reach down to their trapped balls, but their arms were held apart and within minutes they were forced down on their backs on the ground under the rails. There, their wrists were tied separately, and then their arms were stretched out to the sides, until the ropes that secured them were tied tightly to the two vertical posts below the hitching rail. Because the rail was long there was room to tie the boys under it side by side. As soon as it was done, the guards grabbed the feet of the boys, and lifted them up into the air and over toward the hitching rail. They then pulled their feet wide apart, and pulling them up until they rested underneath the horizontal rail, they tied their feet tightly to it. The guards were pulling on the boys and lifting them at the same time, so that by the time they were tied only their shoulders were on the ground, their heads bent at their necks and their faces looking straight up through their widespread legs. The boys legs had been spread so wide that they looked like they were going to split. In this position the two boys were staring directly at their own genitals, their pricks jutting hard and stiff and pointing out from their bodies. Also, in this position both of the brothers assholes were clearly visible to the crowd. The different maturity of the boys was obvious, the older lads asshole ringed with hair while the younger boys hole was unadorned and small and tight. As they watched, the younger boy struggled and his hole opened slightly. The position was a position of humiliation, the boys forced to expose their assholes and to stare at their own balls and pricks, just inches over their face, their legs bent so they were almost folded in half, tied under the rail and holding them upside down. It was also a position the cutter enjoyed, because it allowed him to have some fun with them before he did their castration. Besides, it put their balls directly at his waist level, which would make the cutting much easier when the time for it to be done was right.

The man in the black pants and crisp white shirt then hesitated. He noticed the crowd waiting, trying to figure out the strange position the boys had been tied. The cutter knew what was to follow, and he laughed at the thought. Then he looked to the beautiful girl and her blond haired brother, and said “The little thieves took your fathers geldings and then rode them until they were dead. Before you geld a horse you always feed them, because they will not eat for several days afterwards. So too, it must be done with these little stallions. Its time for their feeding and I can see they are hungry. If you’ll pump them for me, I’ll geld them as soon as they’ve fed themselves.”

The brother and sister, comprehending his words, burst out laughing. Oh YES! What a great idea! And with that, the young girl walked over to the upside down 18 year old, and stared down between his legs, looking right past his balls and prick and staring him right into his eyes. As he looked at her, the crowd grew silent. Then, slowly, she reached out and wrapped her hand around the boy’s stiff prick, and as she did so he literally gasp. At the same time, the girls brother of fourteen, was wrapping his fist around the younger of the two thieves pricks, and as he grabbed it the boy jerked and his ass muscles convulsed from his touch. OH GOD—the ranch owner’s son was holding his dick! Then, with a nod from the cutter and a shout of approval from the crowd, the girl and her brother began to slowly move their hands…up and down and up and down. As they milked the two thieves below them, they could feel the teens struggle and grunt from the intensity of what was happening. As they crowd cheered, their faces both blushed crimson from the shame. As the boys struggled in desperation, their balls were bulging in their trapped sacks, the leather gutstrings having shrunk and tightened further, literally crushing the sacks closed at the top. The youths’ balls bulged and bounced from the jerking, and as they did so the boys that they were attached to moaned from the ache in their groins and the desperation in what was being done to them.

“Stop…no…please…no more….no no no no…OH GOD SHIT!!! STOP!!!” PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!” Their cries were loud and desperate, as they struggled and begged to be released. As their yells grew louder and louder, the man in the black pants looked to the guards, and said simply, “Gag them.”

Suddenly, two guards approached the thieves that were at that moment staring at their own dicks being jerked by someone else. Without any warning, they pushed a copper funnel into each of the boys’ mouths, the funnels gagging them completely and shutting off their begging. At the same time, the funnels forced them to keep their mouths open and waiting. With the funnels shoved in their throats, the larger opening now formed a clear target to which the ranch owner’s son and daughter, working the thieves’ pricks, could keep them pointed. OH GOD! NO!!!!!! The younger lad of sixteen went ballistic as the funnel was shoved into his mouth. With the realization of what was happening, he screamed, but the funnel was an effective gag and his words were not comprehensible. He couldn’t close his mouth, and the blue eyes of the boy that was jerking him off seemed to be burning through him with an intensity he couldn’t’ fathom. All he could as he lay on his back was pull against his bonds and grunt and stare. His eyes were wide with fear, and when he stared upward, he was staring at another boy that was holding and working his dick. HIS DICK! And as he watched, he could see the fourteen year old boy working it, up and down, milking it like a cow is milked dry, and with each stroke the feeling building, building up within his tied up balls. Again and again and again he watched the boy who was milking his dick, his hand sliding up and down his shaft and nothing he could do to stop him.

Likewise, the older boy was watching the young girl do the same to him. He was struggling hard not to ejaculate, knowing his balls were lost if he did so. As the girl worked his rock hard cock, he could see her keeping the head of his dick pointed directly into the funnel. If he shot his wad, it was obvious all of it would be going into the funnel, and in turn, into his mouth. OH GOD, that’s what the man meant when he said they were going to be fed before they were castrated! OH GOD! NOOOOOO!!!! The crowd was laughing hysterically as they watched the boys, in desperation, fighting to somehow ignore the feelings and keep themselves from exploding. It was a losing battle, and with each minute that past the two boys slowly grew closer and closer to that moment when an orgasm becomes inevitable and with it the end of their lives as men.

The crowd loved it! Even the cutter was smiling. The two thieves were struggling so hard not to shoot, knowing to cum was to cost them their balls. It was a struggle, fighting so hard to think of something else, all the while everyone watching, and their dicks, so hard and stiff and long, jutting right down into the funnel. The crowd was eager to see which of them would shoot first and lose his balls for doing so. The young boys eyes were especially wide with desperation, watching another boy younger than himself pumping him right out of his manhood. OH GOD NO! The feeling building, the blond haired blue eyed youth almost gleaming as he pumped the thief’s hard dick, up and down and up and down. Soon, the tip of the boy’s dick was glistening with pre-cum, and the head was flared out engorged and purple, eager with desire.

The older boy too was totally losing control. As he stared upward, the sixteen year old girl was milking him now faster and faster, the ever increasing pace of her moving hand exciting the crowd almost into a frenzy. OH YEAH—and everyone, EVERYONE could tell that the brothers were getting close to making themselves eunuchs.

The younger boy shot first---just lost it suddenly and with a tremendous cry out it came. Then, his dick was spurting with an intensity that surprised everyone, his semen flying out the tip of his prick and literally jetting into the funnel. As it did so, he splashed his load down his own throat and his eyes bugged out from the onslaught. The first shots of jism were so violent that the sperm literally splashed into the back of his throat with such force that it filled his mouth, and he gagged from the impact and almost threw up from the shock. All the while he was shooting, the boy holding his dick kept it moving, up and down and up and down, milking out the juices from the young horse thief and insuring his last orgasm was the most intense one of his life.

Almost at the same moment, his older brother’s entire body convulsed, and then he too began to ejaculate for his last time with abandon. The semen shot out of his dick with a vengeance that almost matched his younger brother, the sperm hitting the funnel so hard that the copper actually reverberated with the sound. He grunted right along with his brother, as he delivered shot after shot of white hot spunk down his own throat, all to the crowds obvious enjoyment. Suddenly, there was a thunderous applause, as the two boys began to swallow and their Adams apples bobbed as they drank their own spunk.

The man with the white shirt had moved up behind the boy who had cum first, and with his small gelding knife he had placed it directly in the center of the boys tied ballsack, just under his prick. As his dick was still pulsating and the last of his semen was empting from his balls, the cutter pushed down hard on the blade, and the boy grunted and his entire body spasmed from the shock of the knife. With a twist and a pull, the cutter filleted the boys sack, bringing the knife down and through the balls, opening the sack with a single slice right down the middle. The depth of his stroke was perfect, a result of years of practice and countless castrations. Then, with a little squeeze from his other hand the man forced the boys two testicles to pop up through the slit. The boy was going wild now, jerking hard against his bonds, the pink orbes of his testicles visible outside of his scrotal sack for the first time in his life. The cutter grabbed the boys balls, and pulled on them, stretching them out from his sack and making the cords that attached them to him visible to the boy, and to the crowd. The boy was delirious from the pain, fighting and screaming into his funnel, the last of his semen still dripping from its sides and running into his mouth. The pain was incredible, the pleasure of his orgasm lost forever and replaced only by the searing pain of his castration, now in progress and only inches from his face! Then, with a quick slice, the cutter drew the gelding knife across the chords and then with a flip of his wrist, he dropped the boy’s balls into the dirt. As his balls hit the ground by his head, the boys slumped down, defeated, the fight gone out of him and his empty sack resting against his still pulsating prick. The guard took the funnel out of his mouth, it having done its job and no longer being needed.

Then, as the boy lay with tears in his eyes, he felt the man grab his prick, pulling it backward until the head of his dick was staring up at him. He reached in his pocket, and took out a shiny metal ring. The ring had a circular diameter of about an inch and a half, and it had been split so that the slice through the metal was razor sharp. The metal itself was almost one eighth of an inch thick. The man took the ring, and without hesitation he shoved the razor sharp point where the ring was cut right into the boy’s piss slit. As he pushed it into the very end of the boy’s dick, which was still wet with his semen, the lad grunted from the pain. The man pushed it hard then, right up the boy’s urethra and down inside his dick, rolling the ring as he did so. The boy screamed from the pain, which continued to grow as the man pushed on the ring with so much pressure that the sharp edge of the split ring punctured through the boys urethra, below the dickhead, the metal popping out below. He rolled the ring around and through the hole he had made in the boys dick, until the open slit was exposed once again. Then, with a crimping tool, he squeezed the ring shut. A hot metal brazing rod, held up by one of the guards, was then used to close the ring permanently. With the ring in place, the man left the boy, who now was limp and unmoving, the tears flowing from his eyes the only indication he was even conscious.

The man, without saying anything, slowly moved from the limp and castrated younger boy to the struggling older one, who for the moment was still a man. As he approached the eighteen year old, the boy went crazy, tugging against his bonds with the desperation that only a male about to be castrated could have. His eyes were wide with fear, his trapped balls literally bulging upward in his sack, almost as if they were eager to be taken in spite of his struggles. The man with the white shirt looked at him, and noticed the tip of the boy’s dick still drooling lines of clear fluid. As he looked at the boy he said “Well, I hope your last time with a woman was a good one!” As he said the words he burst out laughing, and then he took the gelding knife and laid it up against the boys ballsack, resting the tip just under his dick and up against the tied scrotum. He hesitated then, savoring the moment…the moment between manhood and nothing, between sex and sexless, between hunger and emptiness. God he loved to take their balls! The boy’s eyes were pleading, and he was pulling on his restraints and struggling as if his very life depended on it. Suddenly, with a smile the cutter pushed down on his blade, pushing the tip into the boy’s ballsack. As he did so the boy grunted, and every muscle in his body tensed from the puncture. With a well practiced twist of his wrist, he pulled the blade down in a single motion, filleting his sack wide open and exposing the two rounded orbs within. As he did so, the boy grunted again, and as his legs pulled inward and he struggled to stop the unstoppable, another shot of semen flew from his dick, jetting out with an intensity that only a youth can deliver. It would be the last shot of cum he would ever produce. The cutter then squeezed the boy’s ballsack, pushing up the two testicles, which literally popped out of the boy’s sack, still pulsating from the last short orgasm. As he did so, the boy grunted a third time from the pain, his eyes squeezed tightly shut and the feeling so intense that he thought he was dying. It was here that the man hesitated, and looked to the blond haired boy standing next to him. Then he said “Ever held a horse thief’s balls?”

The young teenager said “NO sirrrrr……but I’d like too.”

Then the man nodded to him, and so the boy came over, leaning over, next to the cutter, inches from the sliced open scrotum. The boy being castrated struggled, the pain so intense and lingering, fighting to somehow, someway, end the misery that his balls had become. Just then, the son of the Christianson patriarch took his two hands and grabbed the pink and exposed testicles of the young thief that for the moment still owned them. As he held them, delicately in his fingers, one ball in each hand, time seemed to stand still.

With a smile, the cutter looked into the boy’s blues eyes and said “He stole your fathers horses. Squeeze his balls and when he begs me to cut him, I will complete his gelding.”

With a nod of approval, the guard removed the funnel and the blond haired boy, holding the exposed balls of the boy just a few years older than himself, began to squeeze them between his thumbs and his fingertips. As he did so, the boy who they were attached to grunted from the pain, then screamed a cry like no other cry on earth. As he screamed, his hips were thrusting in desperation and his eyes rolled back in his head from the misery. He was wild with the pain, screaming like a madman, feeling his balls, exposed to the air, and being crushed and nothing, NOTHING on earth he could do to stop it. He yelled out “OK OK OK…oh GOD…..Please…ok. OK...GOD….take them….TAKE MY BALLS!!!!!!!” Suddenly, as he said the words, the man made a swift slice of his knife, and the youth’s balls came off in the hands of his tormentor. As it happened, the boy underneath went limp, the struggle inside him gone forever. Castrated!

Then, like he had done with the younger lad, the man reached in his pocket and took out a second ring of metal, identical to the first. The split in the ring was as sharp as the first one, and he grabbed the boy’s still hard prick and using his fingers spread open the end of his dick. The slipperiness from the boys semen still coated his dickhead, and formed some lubrication down his tube. Still, even so, the boy was totally unprepared for the pain when the man shoved the slit in the ring into his piss hole and forced it into his cock rolling the ring forward in the process. Then, as the boy screamed anew, the man pushed harder, and the ring cut its way right out of the boys dick, exiting near the base of his dickhead just like it had on his younger brother. The ring was rolled until the slit was in the open, where the crimping tool was applied, followed with the brazing rod. The entire ringing process took less than two minutes, but the pain was intense when it was being done. Still, once completed, the two thieves were sprouting circular metal rings, now a permanent part of their dicks for the rest of their lives. Because the ring filled their cocks, when they pissed the urine stream would splash out the tip and also through the hole underneath where the cock ring came out of their dicks. Further, it would be impossible to put their cocks inside of anything again, especially a woman.

The boys were taken down then, and taken into a horse stall to heal from their wounds. A chain was linked through the rings in their pricks, and then braised shut. There, they remained for the rest of the week, moaning from the pain and laying with their legs spread apart.

When they were healed, they were loaded back into the wagon, and again were secured by the rings in their cocks. The blond haired youth and his sister then transported the two eunuchs back to the horse ranch, where the owner was waiting for them. As they were brought up to the field house, the Senor Christianson came out and then he said the only words he would ever speak to them:

“You two thieves stole and killed two of my finest geldings. Well, now, you will live out your lives taking their place. During the day, you will be harnessed at the mill, and will turn the spindle to make the grain. You will do this every day, for the rest of your miserable lives. You will be bridled during the day and that ring on your dick will hook you to the spindle so you can’t slack off. If you try to stop, your prick will be pulled right off of you. One more thing--when you aren’t working at the mill, you will serve as entertainment for the other slaves and ranch hands.” Then, with a glare of contempt, he turned his back and walked inside.

The two boys were then dragged into the stable, where there was a large wooden table, almost twelve feet long, waiting. It had been set up in the middle of the room, and had obviously been made just for them. The table was new, a recent addition, and it was approximately five inches thick. About two feet from each end, a hole had been drilled through the table. The two new eunuchs were pushed to the table, and were forced to prostrate themselves on its surface, their pricks pushed through the holes. They were facing each other, their legs hanging over the sides of the table, their dicks sticking down into it. Underneath the table, a long iron bar was then threaded through the two shiny metal rings that were protruding, securing the pricks of the neutered boys and in turn holding them fast to the table. Their ankles were placed into leather straps that were attached to the legs of the table, spreading their legs wide and exposing their assholes and stretching them open. Lastly, the lad’s arms were hooked into leather cuffs that were on the edges of the table beside their heads. Secured, they could do nothing, but lay on their stomachs with their asses open and totally exposed, their empty ball sacks already shriveled and small.

Everyone left them there, and so they laid and waited, waiting for what they knew not but unable to move even if they had wanted. After a while, the younger boy pissed on the floor, and as the urine sprayed out wildly from his ringed dick he wanted to cry. It was probably a few hours later when they had their first visitor. He was the owner’s teenage son, the blond haired youth that had taken them into the city and seen to their gelding. The blond haired youth then laughed and began to speak: “You are our new geldings. This is your stall, and it is here that you will sleep and eat and rest. When you are not here secured to the table you will be working the mill. All the slaves on the ranch have been told that your asses are theirs to use, and if they seek relief it is in here that it is allowed to be had. I expect you will serve many of them, and often. Hopefully, you will learn to enjoy it.”

Then, turning to the older of the two, he said: “By the way, I enjoyed it when you begged to be castrated. I’ll never forget that!” Then, the boy approached the table, and walking up behind the older boy, he slipped down his pants and his boyish dick popped out at attention. As the younger eunuch watched from the other end of the table, the blond haired youth reached into a jar of grease that was also sitting on the table, its purpose suddenly becoming clear. He rubbed it over his erect penis, and then, almost without hesitation, he penetrated the neutered male whose ass was open wide and waiting. As he pushed into him all the way to his balls, the neutered boy grunted, his face flushing crimson with shame. The young blond youth then started driving his hips forward, shoving his developing dick in and out of the ball-less boy under him with a fury, his blue eyes shining with the intensity of his first fuck. Soon, he was sweating, and as he grunted and fucked and thrust there was nothing that either of the two eunuchs on the table could do to stop it. Finally, the boy yelled out “OH GOD…I’m CUMMING” and then, with a final grunt of ecstasy, he emptied his young balls into the eunuch’s no longer virgin ass. Afterwards he lay there for several minutes enjoying the tightness of the ass that gripped his cock. Finally, with a sucking “SLURRRRP” he pulled his dick out of the ass he had fucked, then reached down and pulled up his pants. With a look of contempt, he glanced down at his semen dribbling from the hole and with a smile he left the stable.

Not surprisingly, the Christianson ranch never lost another horse in all the rest of its history. The two thieves lived a long life, and they worked hard in the mill, turning grain into flour year after year. Eventually, they hardened to the hard work, and over time it seemed easier to perform. In fact, they learned to look forward to the work, as it allowed them to get free of the table. In the evenings, they served the slaves and the workers of the ranch, and sometimes there was even a line of men waiting for their turn. The horse thief’s never did harden to this work, and instead, each time it happened, they would look at each other as it was going on and grunt from their shame, their assholes growing ever-wider through the years.

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