When I awoke I found myself to be in a very small cage made of strong sticks bound together with rope, so small that I could not even sit up straight or turn round, basically I had to stay on all fours like an animal. I also found myself to be completely naked. I looked around at the Indian teepee village, it was situated in the middle of a large clearing surrounded by the dense Canadian forest, and it was this forest that I and Red had been trapping beaver when attacked by half a dozen war braves who knocked me senseless before bringing me to this village.

About 10 meters in front of my cage was Red, whilst I had been unconscious the Indians had been busy in preparation and I was grateful that it was Red at the centre of their attention and not me. They had sunk the ends of two posts, about 2 meters apart, into the ground and fitted a cross bar, it was to this cross bar that my naked friend was bound with arms outstretched as if crucified. Another two posts had also sunk into the ground just over a meter apart, these were thicker and only stood a half a meter high, it was on these posts that Red was standing with his legs roped wide apart. Red looked uncomfortable but not in pain, he did however look very scared and I didn’t blame him, unable to move, naked and in a spread eagle position with his cock and balls at an ideal height to be worked on, his genitals were obviously going to receive some unwelcome attention from the Indians. Red was sweating and I was not sure if this was caused the strong morning sun or fear.

A group of young squaws approached me brandishing sharp sticks and thistles which they proceeded to thrust between the bars of my cage, the target was my arse, balls and penis and due to my inability to turn within the narrow cage they found easily, and with very painful results, I must admit that the attention of these young girls made my penis harden the girls noticed this and laughing, redoubled there efforts. Despite the pain I was glad that I was me in the cage and not mounted on a frame awaiting an unknown torture. After having their fun with me the girls went over to Red, as most stood in front two of the girls went behind him and, using long supple sticks, started to whip his behind, one, who must be left handed, striking his right buttock and the other girl whipping the left. Red was yelping and in an effort to evade the punishment was thrusting his hips forward, the girls started laughing and giggling and I could see that Red had got an erection and his thrusting made it look like he was trying to make love to fresh air.

An old man emerged from one of the teepees carrying a bag, I assumed he was the chief, laughingly he shooed the girls away and I got the impression that he said they could come back later, he went over to Red and slapped his erect penis first one way then the other, he then encircled Reds balls with thumb and forefinger and started pulling down stretching the scrotum. Red groaned and tried bending his knees to lower his body but because his wrists and arms were tightly bound only managed to lift his feet off the supporting posts as far as the ropes would allow and soon had to straighten his legs again. The Chief released Reds balls and gave them an almost playful slap; he then went and sat on the ground between the two of us and, from the bag produced a piece of leather that he started working with a knife.

Whilst the Chief concentrated on his handy work the other braves were also busy, they had leaned a ladder onto the frame behind Red and one Indian was attaching a small A frame to the cross bar so that it went behind and above Red, to this they now tied an empty goatskin water carrier so that it hung above Reds head.

The squaws were back, one of them carrying a large dish shaped wicker basket about a meter in diameter and at its center it was about a quarter meter deep, the squaws placed it on the ground just in front of Red and proceeded to carefully line the inside with large leaves, this done they then started to fill the basket with moss, tamping it down to get as much in as possible, it took some time and a surprising amount of moss, when they had done one of the girls placed the basket on the ground between Reds legs then standing she grasped Reds penis and pulled the foreskin back as far as it would go, quickly before Red could get an erection another girl stepped forward and tied a cord around the penis just behind the glans, I could see her concentrating on getting the tightness right as I guessed she didn’t want to totally cut off the blood supply to the knob but did want it to cause pain during Reds erections. The two ends of the cord were then passed high behind Reds back at the waist and then tied at the front, now, regardless of whether he had an erection or not, Reds penis would be held stretched and pointing upwards against his belly. The girl stepped back to admire her handy work then bent forward slightly and started running her finger over Reds balls and up the shaft then back to his ball, in a very short time Reds was moaning, part out of frustration and part due to the cord cutting into his penis, after a few minuets of slow rubbing the squaws left leaving Red to his pain and frustration.

The old chief stood up and walked over to my cage, standing in front of me he spoke in his own language, which I didn’t understand, he moved his loin cloth to one side and gesturing, pointed to his surprisingly well endowed cock then to my mouth, he then started urinating over my face and head, I shuddered as I realized what he meant, this would be the only method by which I could get water. Just as he walked away I did get to see what he had been making with the leather, when rolled it would be shaped like a drinking cup with no bottom, a cone open at both ends, one end about 2 to 3 centimeters and the other end about 10 centimeters in diameter and about 15 centimeters long. Where the two sides of the leather met there were a number of holes with laces already attached, and there were 4 lugs at the larger end of the cone, each lug had a hole in the middle into which cord had been tied. The whole thing had been soaked in water which made it very pliable.

It was now late afternoon as the chief walked over towards Red, he called to one or the squaws who came trotting over carrying what looked like a silk ribbon, she went behind Red, stooped down and looped the ribbon around his balls, not tying the ribbon but twisting it before pulling down causing Red to groan, Reds balls were now pulled down and away from his body stretching his ball sack tight, Red yelped as the squaw flicked one of his balls, she was obviously enjoying her job. The old chief then started to attached the leather cone around Reds balls making sure that the top of the cone was as near to Reds body as possible, he tied the laces tightly but not so tight as to cut off the blood supply, he took his time with the remainder of the laces making sure that the cone fitted very snugly and that Reds balls were positioned as near to the bottom, wider end of the leather cone as possible. Upon completing the laces he gestured to the squaw who released one end of the ribbon and slowly slid it completely out of the cone, then, with the aid of another girl she bent down and lifted the wicker basket whilst the chief tied the four cords at equal distance around the outside of the basket, once done the girls gently lowered it so that it swung gently at about the height of Reds ankles. The chief stood back and admired his work in the gathering gloom, Red was now tied to a frame with arms outstretched in a crucifix position with his legs wide apart, a wet leather cone was tied tightly around his testicals and hanging from that by four cords was a large basket filled with moss.

The old chief decided he was happy and went to his teepee, slowly the rest of the tribe drifted away to their camp fires. By the light of the fires I could just see Red hanging there, I tried a whisper but he didn’t hear me, I shouted a bit louder but only incurred the wrath of one of the guards who prodded me vigorously with a stick and made it plain that I was not to talk. Squeezed into my little cage I was beginning to get the cramps, I was cold and it took me some time before I fell into a merciful sleep.

I was awakened at first light by the guard pushing a stick into my anus, being in such a tight space I was unable to get away and he was laughing as he gave at least half a dozen thrusts before leaving me, I had to reach round and take the stick out myself. I looked up to see how Red was, he had obviously had a bad night and was groaning in pain, I guessed that the leather cone had dried during the night and, as uncured leather does when it dries, had contracted, slowly squeezing reds balls inside the cone. It was some time before the old chief arrived and when he did he was in high spirits observing Red pain. He walked across to my cage and once again pissed in my face. He called for a chair and sat smiling at his victim, groaning on the frame, whilst he ate a leisurely breakfast. Once finished he clapped his hands and called orders to the braves who came forward with the ladder, one of the warrior climbed the ladder and had a flagon of water passed up to him, this he poured into the goat skin above Reds head, another then another until the goatskin was full with water, he then slightly slackened a knot at the bottom of the container and water started to drip drip drip out onto Reds head. I immediately thought of the Chinese water torture but soon realized that these people had something much worse in mind. The brave at the top of the ladder was handed up a stick with leather thongs attached to both end, before Red realized what was happening the stick was pulled between his teeth, far back into his mouth and tied at the back of his head. The brave then pulled back on the thongs yanking Reds head backward before tying the thongs to the crossbar. Red now had his head pulled back and his mouth fixed open and the water from the goatskin was dripping into his mouth. The brave then got two sticks which he placed either side of Reds nose and tied them together at both ends ensuring that Red had to breath through his mouth, forcing him to swallow the slowly dripping water. As a final task the brave asked for another flask of water which he slowly poured over Reds face, some of the water went into Reds mouth which he had to swallow but the majority ran down his body, soaking the leather cone, then falling into the basket below where it soaked into the moss, the extra weight giving the basket a slight jerk. With the water dripping into Reds mouth it would not be too long before Red would be providing the basket with the weight of his own urine. I also knew that when he pissed the cone would get wet again and expand, this, combined with the extra weight in the basket would cause the cone to slip very slightly down, placing Reds balls to an even narrower part of the cone which, when it dried and contracted again, would crush Reds balls more than at present, this torture could only get progressively worse and worse until Reds balls were agonizingly crushed then ripped off by the weight of water in the basket, the only question in my mind was how long would this take.

As the day wore on my confined position caused more and more cramps in my limbs, also the hot sun on my back was increasing my thirst, here was I getting no water whilst Red was getting much more then he wanted, in fact the braves had refilled the goatskin. The old chief came up to me and once again pulled his loin cloth to one side and gestured for me to open my mouth, I was now so desperate for fluids that I opened my mouth as he pissed directly into it, his urine was hot and tasted awful but the liquid did make me feel slightly better, if a bit nauseas. The chief seemed pleased that I had swallowed his piss and called over a couple of braves to give them orders, pointing to me then at Red, the braves cut rope securing the cage door and pulled me out, after so long being in one cramped position I could not move my limbs so was dragged across the ground whilst being whipped then dumped on my belly in front of Red, they obviously wanted to give me a closer view of his suffering. Before I could look up they bound my hands behind my back and my ankles together, I was then pulled up into a kneeling position my knees were kicked apart and a rope was pulled tight between my wrist and ankles. I was now left with my back painfully bent back in the shape of a bow and totally unable to move.

From my position kneeling in front of Red I looked up, one of the braves had released the cords holding his head back which rolled forward to look down at me, what I saw nearly scared the life out of me, Red looked like he had aged twenty years in the last two days, the only sound coming from behind the gag and nose clamp was a deep groan and his eyes were wide and dilated showing just how much pain he was in.

On looking down his body I could see why, with more weight pulling his balls down this had the effect of further stretching his penis and the tight cord running around his waist had no give in it. Red was obviously trying not to urinate and this effort had given him an erection, the cruel cord tied around his penis just below his knob end was biting deep into that sensitive and painful place. Just below his penis I could see the top part of his scrotum which had been stretched by the weight in the basket, the moss in the basket looked as if it had soaked up plenty of water so I assumed that Red had already urinated a number of times, the leather cone, however, had dried in the hot sun. The expansion and contraction of the leather had left Reds balls even higher in the smaller part on the cone and I could clearly see the outline of both individual balls where the cone had contracted around, between, above and below, crushing them from all directions.

With a grunt Reds head was yanked back into place and tied so water could continue to slowly drip into his mouth. I had noticed that the pain of the cord around his penis had caused Red to loose his erection and with an almost pathetic sound that could have been NOOO Red had no choice but to relieve himself, because of the constricting cord around his penis the urine came out as a slow trickle which ran down between his dick and belly and started soaking into the cone which, when enough water had soaked into it expanded and released some of the crushing pressure on his balls. Because of the slow rate of flow and the very large amount of urine in his bladder, Red was pissing for almost five minuets, after the first few seconds the cone had absorbed all the water it could, the vast bulk of the urine ran down the cone and splashed into the moss below. After what seemed like ages Red stopped pissing but not before the extra weight in the basket and the expansion of the cone caused his balls to slip even further up into the narrower part of the cone. The hot sun would ensure that Reds respite would be short lived as the cones contraction would leave Reds balls crushed even more than the vice like agony he had already endured.

As sun began to set the old chief once again urinated into my mouth, I was now so thirsty that I was almost grateful, as well as the thirst and cramps I now found that hunger was beginning to eat at my guts. The rope between my wrists and ankles was removed but I was left bound with hands behind my back and feet together as they stuffed me back into my awful small cage. As darkness came I found the only position I could achieve was on my knees with my bum stuck up in the air and my chest on the ground. I was plagued that night by flies seeking moisture and attracted to the smell of the small amount of piss I had passed. I could keep them off the end of my dick by squeezing my legs together and off my eyes and mouth by shaking my head, my anus however was fair game for them and they nibbled and bit all night. Every couple of hour or so I could hear Red moaning and the sound of urine trickling into the basket.

Once again I was awoken by a stick being pushed up my arse, this time when the guard finished I found that, being bound, I couldn’t remove the stick which caused great laughter when a couple of braves arrived to drag me from the cage. The stick fell out as I was being tied in the same position as the previous day only this time I had a gag, similar to the one used on Red, forced into my mouth. I looked up at Red and was appalled at what I saw; he had his head hanging forward and his mouth open in a silent scream. The goatskin was empty and they had removed the nose clamp and gag, I realized the gag was now being used to force my mouth open. The Indians had obviously decided that there was now enough weight in the basket and to prolong Reds suffering and stopped his forced intake of water. Looking at Reds body I could see why, his balls were nearly at the narrowest part of the cone and they looked misshapen as the contracting leather continued its relentless crush. Reds scrotum had now been stretched to the extent that his balls were now hanging at a level almost half way down his thighs. I could see ominous and ugly fingers of dark blue veins running up the scrotum and across his lower belly. Clouds of flies were circling the basket drawn by the awful stench, Reds groin seemed a very popular place for them, especially around the end of his penis where they jockeyed for position to bite and nibble its tip, so many flies that I couldn’t see his penis under the black swarm.

What must have been most of the Tribe had arrived to watch the completion of Reds slow and agonizing castration.

In a futile attempt to relieve some pain Red had sucked in his belly and was standing on the balls of his feet with his knees slightly bent and his hips thrust backwards, unfortunately this movement had caused the basket to start swinging backwards and forwards, I could see the cone containing Reds balls moving backward and forwards with the swing, basket, balls and cone all pivoting on the stretched scrotum where it joins his body. Red was now desperately trying to move in such a way so as to stop the swing but he was in so much agony that he was making matter worse, the swing was increasing and the basket was also now moving slightly from side to side. Red was now almost insane with the increased pressure the swing was putting on his balls and scrotum and what little movement he had in his legs and body became an almost random jerking front and back, also from side to side, it was this motion that caused the basket to bump into one of the uprights Red was standing on, this caused the basket to start to spin. Red was now screaming in a sub human way as the basket swung forward and touched the other upright causing it to spin even more, as the basket twisted this then, via the four cords, began to rotate the cone which made his balls twist, this turn was transmitted to his scrotum at the pivoting area just below Reds body. The twisting of Reds balls was the end for them, I could see and hear the top of Reds scrotum begin to tear then rip completely and the cone dropped a couple of centimeters, for a couple of seconds the only thing holding Reds balls to his body were a few cords which could clearly be seen, these then also gave way and the basket, cone and Reds balls fell to the ground with a thud.

The audience was ecstatic with joy and yelling with merriment. Above the noise I could hear Red screaming in pain, a few of the braves began untying him and getting him down to the floor, when down he couldn’t stand but was held vertical as his hands were tied behind his back. The old chief stepped forward and untied the cord around Reds waist but instead of untying his penis the chief pulled the knot tighter the looped the cord around again and again before tying it off tightly. As Red was carried away and pushed into my cage I caught a sight of the small flap of skin that was all that remained of Reds scrotum and the wound between his legs where his balls had been, it was then that I realized that this wound would not kill him and that Reds ordeal was not over, unable to piss through his tied off penis Red would only die after another couple of days in agony as his urine built up in his spleen, which would eventually burst, this would be his death.

I also realized that it was now my turn to be roped to the frame, to be castrated in the slowest and most cruel manner imaginable. I remember that I once was glad that I was in the cage and not on the frame, I am not so sure now as I know what fate I am destined for. My only hope is that my weakened state will assist me to die in less than the four days that it took to castrate Red, I will obviously not be short of water but my hunger may just save me and I am now glad that I haven’t eaten for so long. As I wait for the braves to come and release me from my kneeling position and start my full ordeal I watch the old chief as he picks up the cone that I will soon be wearing, and pulls out Reds balls and scrotum, he drops the cone and comes over to show me what I will be loosing, as he steps forward and pushes one of Reds testicals into my mouth, ensuring I swallow by pouring water down my thought. As reds scrotum is also pushed past the gag I start to twist and panic as I realize that my last hope of an early death assisted by hunger has gone, Reds scrotum and testicals will keep me going for many days and when eventually I am removed from the frame my last meal will be my own scrotum and testicals ensuring that I survive the couple of more days of pain as urine builds up behind the cruel cords biting into my dick.

As I am dragged across the ground towards the frame I see the angry face of the pretty Indian girl we saw two weeks ago swimming alone and naked in the lake and desperately regret my suggestion to Red that we indulge in a little sport with her.

The End