He realised she was his only hope, his one chance, and he was attempting to will her into buying him as a male house slave. If she did purchase him, he knew she would keep him for her bed, he would be required to pleasure her every night with the hard cock she was now examining; his duty would be to satisfy this widow as a stud slave, keeping her company whilst playing the role of a butler slave to the outside world. He did not relish this future much, but it was the best option he had, he knew no other slave owner would allow a free born but recently enslaved slave to keep his balls. He knew this well, a boy or young man used to being free and controlling his own destiny did not accept the mantle of a slave easily, fighting and resisting his new position. It was the accepted and common practice that the best way to break a new slaves spirit, and will, was to castrate the young slave as quickly as possible. By cutting him and letting him feel his castration, letting him watch as his testicles were removed, you could see the fight and aggression go out of the young slave at the very moment his last nut was severed and taken from him.

He new this would be his fate if she did not buy him.

As the widow continued her inspection of the young slave, she saw only a prime stud slave, a young stallion who would make a good toy for her on lonely nights. His thoughts however were on how unfair and unlikely it was for him to end up here, for sale as a slave at a slave market. He was thinking back to his privileged life and how it had all ended up, with him here, legs apart whilst this dreary woman decided if he was sufficiently well hung to meet her needs.

He had been born to wealthy parents, growing up on a prosperous and large estate; they had lived in a villa with many servants to care for the family, and even from a small boy he was used to having slaves at his beck and call. His father had been a loving father who denied his family nothing, he had also been a very successful business man and farmer, and the estate produced large crops of sugar and rice as well as other products. As a boy he had little to do but play and visit other estates and the seaside, it had been a great childhood. But when he had turned 15 his father started to introduce him into the day to day running of an estate. The estate had approximately 100 slaves at any one time, to work the fields and bring in the crops, the teenage boy had worked in the fields with them learning all there was to know on growing crops, tilling the soil and running a farm.

On the day before his sixteenth birthday his father had taken him to town on one of his business trips, they had visited these very same slave markets, where he was now on display for sale; it had been his first visit to a slave market. The first time he had seen the young men lined up, standing naked for inspection by the buyers, the young girls waiting on the opposite side with their potential buyers busy around them, making offers and laughing at ribald jokes and comments, they were there now, over there opposite him. His father had carefully inspected many young slaves that day five years ago, and finally he had selected and purchased four male slaves in their late teens and early twenties, they were all beautiful specimens well muscled and fit and healthy.

Two had been dark haired men of twenty, the slave dealer had told them they were soldiers who had been captured and taken prisoner in a war, they were now been sold as prizes of war, you could tell from the look in their eyes that they were dangerous and aggressive slaves, and when his father invited him to inspect them and to feel their fat scrotums he could sense their resentment and hatred as he rolled each of their sacks between his fingers feeling the essence of their manhood, both were fully aroused with large curved erections as he continued to feel them and joggle the large stones in their sacks. He had found the experience of examining the slaves exciting, the feeling of power over another male was arousing, he could feel his own cock thickening and swelling in his trousers. He wondered why his father would want to buy these difficult slaves when the slaves on the estate were so docile and placid.

The next slave chosen by his father was a nineteen year old blond boy with smooth tanned skin, he was beautifully muscled and proportioned and with each movement his muscles moved and rippled beneath that glowing skin, the blood vessels stood out clearly on him, like a thorough bred colt, on his arms, legs, neck and the large semi erect penis that hung heavy between the youths legs. He had not been able to wait to inspect this slave and his hand was trembling as he cupped the slaves warm silky smooth sack, his testicles were large as kiwi fruit and he enjoyed the feeling of them rolling beneath the soft skin bag under his fingers, he watched amazed as the young slaves big cock slowly hardened until it was rock hard and ten inches of circumcised manhood, then he felt the small goose bumps beneath his finger tips as he ran his fingers up along its length until he reach the smooth, silky and plump head, the slave just stood there docile and compliant as if it was the young buyers right to intimately inspect him, which of course it was, it was apparent that this slave was born to his slave state. His own cock had got as hard as he could remember, he’d had trouble hiding its growing length from his father, and when he looked nervously at him, he thought he could see a knowing smile on his fathers face.

The last male slave bought that day was twenty three with sandy hair and milky smooth skin, his blue eyes were bright and the colour of turquoise, his semi rigid member was as thick as the teenagers wrist, but this was not what was amazing about this slave, it was his sack of balls, they were huge like a bulls set swinging between his thighs. When he grasped the slaves sack he could not fit it all in the palm of his hand, each of these bulls’ testicles was three inches in length and two inches in diameter, they hung heavy in their soft skin bag between the slave’s thighs. The boy said to his father “they are so big, how can he walk or run with them”, his father agreed that they would be uncomfortable.

They had also purchased a beautiful blond female slave of eighteen, and she had been the most beautiful slave he had ever seen. Her tan skin blue eyes and white teeth were perfect and when the boy had inspected her pert breasts fondling and squeezing them he’d seen her nipples become instantly erect. He had never been with a girl but he knew he’d wanted her, he had wanted to possess that girl more than any other slave he had ever seen, he had been determined to own her for himself.

They had finished their business and traveled home to the estate that night, the slaves were manacled and shackled on the way but when they arrived home after dark they were each released from their bonds before being locked into an individual cell each. That night as he went to sleep he was trying to figure out a plan for getting his father to agree to give him the blond slave girl, he knew his mother would not like it, but he wanted her so much he would risk her anger.

The next morning after breakfast his father had taken him to the slave cells, on the way he had told him that it was time for him to learn the management of the slaves side of the business, he was not sure what this meant but he had found the buying and inspecting of slaves very exciting so hoped today’s lessons would be too. Once at the cells his father asked him to look at the two ex soldiers, these two he said are wild and aggressive, they are two good slaves but hard to control, they need to be calmed down. He had to agree with this, but how would his father accomplish it, making these two angry men docile like all their other slaves. His father had instructed four large slaves to bring the first of the two new slaves out, as he was dragged from the cell he had fought with all of his strength yelling and screaming, the slave seemed to know what was going on but the boy had been ignorant as they dragged the slave on to a heavy wooden bench, pinning his ankles in the two leather collars under one end of the bench, as they fought him they strapped his wrists down on the bench sides. The head end was raised and padded so the now secured slave could look back down at his own groin, belts were put around his knees tightened stretching his thighs wide apart. His father then said to him, “you may think what you are about to see is cruel, but it is necessary, and the kindest thing for the slave, so watch and learn”.

The boy had watched with growing excitement as his father quickly tied a noose of leather and slipped it over the sweating slave’s sack, he pushed it up as high as he could and then viciously jerked the knot tight, effectively putting a tourniquet on the slaves scrotum, he looped it around a couple of more times before knotting it again. The slave had reacted jerking and struggling trying to break free, his cock now came up hard and strong in a curved erection, the boy’s father calmly picked up a small knife and pinching the bottom of the slaves sack pulled it out and then sliced the knife through it cutting the bottom out of the struggling slaves scrotum. With his thumb and fore finger he had quickly stripped out one of the struggling slaves two testicles, he had gripped it and pulled it out until the cord was almost stretched to breaking point, the slave on the bench went crazy screaming, bucking so hard that the bench rocked and creaked. His father calmly and unhurried rasped the sharpened edge of the knife backward and forward on the cord that connected the testicle to the slave, the slave on the bench had heaved and his back had arched as his cock pulsated rhythmically and shot cum high into the air just as the testicle came free, his father repeated the process cutting free the slaves second and last ball and threw it to one of the waiting dogs who quickly gobbled it down. As they untied the now eunuch slave it was obvious he had been changed, he had become one of the placid and docile slaves of the estate, the fight had gone, the anger had gone, just painful acceptance left.

When they had dragged out the second soldier it was obvious he had been watching what had happened to his companion, his arousal was plain to see and it bobbed about as he had fought with every fibre of his being in an effort not to be dragged onto that bench. It was a battle he could not win and eventually he had been strapped down with his legs spread wide ready for his owner’s knife. He had been amazed to see that this young soldiers ball sack had tightened up, as if his balls were trying to hide from the knife they knew were going to be hunting for them, the father had simply put a pot of hot coals between the slaves wide spread legs and waited for the soldiers warming sack and balls to sag, hanging free from his body, as if they were offering themselves for castration. His father had quickly handed him the cord and said noose him for me, the boy had keenly taken the noosed cord and fondling the struggling slaves heavy sack of balls he slipped it up over the sack that contained the slaves pride and anger. The slave had pleaded with him “please don’t, I will do anything for you, just please don’t”, the young boy had ignored the slaves plea and smiling at him, looking him right in the eyes, had pulled on the cord ends as hard as he could. The slave bucked and kicked trying to get the noose off his sack crying “you can’t do this to me”.

As his father had taken up the knife he spoke directly to the slave “we can do this, we own you along with what hangs between your legs, and if we want to cut them out of you it is your duty to lie there still and let us, so stop whining and accept you are to be a castrated eunuch for your own good, you wont be needing your balls any more so your better of without them”. The knife then quickly opened the young slave’s purse, his rock hard cock could wait no longer, and he had shot cream out onto his ribbed stomach, the boy had asked his father “why do they do that when you are cutting them”. His father had replied “a primal urge to fertilize a female one more time perhaps, or perhaps they enjoy the ultimate orgasm as they are feeling their stones been cut free, I’m not sure”, soon the slaves two badges of manhood were out and thrown to the dogs and the estate had another placid and docile slave.

When the third slave, the 23 year old hung like a bull, had been dragged out and secured to the bench his father had said “he is yours to cut, its time for you to steal your first set of a slave’s manhood, and this slave has a set you will remember”. The slaves cock had been hard and thick already, the head was slick with his precum, the young boy had felt excited, he did not know why, but he wanted to feel the slave struggling as he held his huge balls and slowly cut them open with a knife, first he would have to use the pot of hot coals on him though, as his bag was held up tight under his cock.

It took only a few minutes for the big sack to sag and hang free swinging between the slaves out stretched thighs, the boy had gently fondled them feeling the slave’s big balls squirming in their sack. This slave knew his place though and said nothing, just staring down at his groin waiting for the pain he knew was coming, it disappointed the boy that he did not plead for them so he said to him “don’t you want to keep these big balls then, are you just going to lie there while a sixteen year old teenager castrates you, soon I will be better hung then you and more of a man than you” The slave replied “I am owned by you and if my master chooses to geld his slave what right do I have to resist this, I ask only that you geld me quickly and make it as easy on me as you can master”.

The boy had then bought the noose to the doomed bulls balls, and getting it up over them had jerked the cord tight strangling the huge sack so it started to turn dark red. His father then instructed him to grip the sack of balls in his left hand wrapping his thumb and fingers around them and pull them out from the slave’s body as hard as he could; the noosed sack was now drawn out like a chicken’s neck on the chopping block, the boy hesitated for a moment, the only movement was the slaves chest rising and falling and his rigid cock bobbing around waiting for the knife to do its work, cut just below the noose his father urged, and so the boy started to saw the knife through the doomed sack and testicle cords of the slave. The slave grunted and spasmed as his back arched and the thick heavy cock started to spew out what seemed like a gallon of semen and sperm, emptying his big balls all over his belly and the bench, his cock continued to jet cum even when the big balls came free and the boy could hold his trophy up with a grin.

The feelings the boy had felt when he had taken those first balls had been sheer exhilaration, he had felt like a god, the power to castrate another man, an older more powerful man was unforgettable, and even though he would later cut hundreds more young men it had been those first set of balls, big bull balls, that were his fondest memory.

His father had shown him how to squeeze out the testicles and how to salt the scrotum so it could be later tanned into a money purse for him; he had kept this as a prized possession from then up until he had been enslaved himself. The balls he had kept in his room in a jar of alcohol and though hundreds more testicles would come out under his knife, he never took a larger set, he had showed them to the castrated slave years later and asked him, did he miss them, “no” the slave had replied “I never held it against you that you gelded me, you castrated me well, and I understood even then that you can’t have a plantation full of bull slaves roaming around can you, I have grown to accept my castration and I have the knowledge that when you took my balls they were your first ever set, it was memorable for both the gelder and the gelded, I can ask for no more than that”.

He remembered back now with fondness how hard his cock had been after castrating his first man, Christ he’d been horny then, his trousers had tented out from his erection, In later years he had always got an erection while castrating young slaves, listening to them grunt as he stole their balls and feeling their balls quivering in their severed sacks like a cat in a bag had always turned him on, he had liked the smell of fresh young semen as the young slaves had shot out lines of cum onto their chest and stomachs as he took their balls, yes, he would miss that.

He only hoped that the bloody old spinster currently slavering over his cock would buy him, so some other young slave owner would not feel his own balls quivering in his severed sack as he shot his last ever cum on too his belly.

TO BE CONTINUED