This story forms yet another tale in the series that has come to be known as Ayzintion City. The series is written in such a way that it doesn’t really matter which story you read first, yet even so, they all form the tale and they are all written about the same, magical place that is found only in my mind. As a reminder, Ayzintion City is a place like no other place on earth. It is city where the slave traders come, and the slave buyers come, and the entire city with its ancient buildings and associated businesses are all linked to the trade. It is a place where the Eastern Province and the Southern Province converge, and sometimes the slave auctions will trade as many as a thousand boys in a single week. Ayzintion City has existed since the first maps were drawn, and while it is well known among those that deal in human flesh it is almost unheard of outside of that elite circle. The city is hidden in the mountains, and it is surrounded by water and deep ravines. Unless you know the way into the city, you would never be able to find it. The majority of all slave trading that is done has its roots to Ayzintion, and if you are interested in buying or selling or you need to find a boy to own it is there that you will be drawn.

I only have to turn my head and our eyes lock, his and mine. The Slavic boy is tied out, face down, his legs tied to the legs of the table and his head facing me, looking out at me, his eyes wide open as the cutter holds the knife against his balls. He looks to me to be seventeen or eighteen, a grown young man who is ripped and prime for fucking, his smooth chest raised up off the table as he arches his back and waits for the cut. I have to wonder if he has had a woman, and looking at him I have the impression he knows what is about to be stolen from him. He clearly does not want to lose his balls. I wink at him, just as the cutter begins to make the slices, the first one shallow, and then the rest following, each deeper than the one before. The boy grunts into the rag stuffed into his mouth, and his cock spurts between his legs, his last fertile seed splashed out in the dirt beneath the table as everyone watches him do it. He shudders, and the table shakes, and he jerks hard against the ropes that bind him to the table. He closes his eyes then, shutting them tightly as if to undo what is being done. Then it is over. His entire scrotum, full of his balls come off clean, and as it does the boy collapses onto the table, flat and spent, while at the same instant it seems his teenage cock finishes its spurting. I let my glance linger, just for a second, looking at the boy’s back that is now glistening with his sweat. The cutter slides the cauterization knife across the edges of a bronze clamp that had been pinching off his scrotum before it was taken, and as he does a wisp of smoke rises between the new eunuch’s legs. As it is done the cutter smiles, and then without much of a thought he tosses the lad’s excised nuts into the bucket that is there for that purpose. It’s half full, and as I look at it the cutter then calls out “NEXT” and then they begin to untie the boy and prepare the table for its next victim.

Another glance a few tables down brings my gaze to a woman, and she’s holding the nuts of a younger boy in her fist. I guess him to be around fourteen or so, and she has him tied down to a table, his arms stretched out and secured well, and his wiry legs tied at the ankles and pulled so far apart his hole is showing. There are two small tufts of hair under his arms, and a wisp of growth above his prickle. His cock is stiff, up and eager, the thin pole of a boy without the thickness of a man. But it is long enough, a good six inches, and he is struggling to free his nuts from her grasp. There is a tie at the top of his balls, and the leather has been cinched tight and his nuts have already turned a deeper shade. To me it seems funny that even now he is nevertheless staring at her tits, which are big and round and totally exposed, lifted high by a leather halter that leaves nothing to the imagination. Apparently the boy can’t help looking at them, and so as he does she grins at him. Then, with another smile, as I watch she pushes the tip of the knife into the side of his sac, and with a practiced motion she brings the blade down, behind his right nut, and then out, making a slit through which she pushes out his right ball in the same single motion. The boys spurts as he feels the knife, and his boy-seed comes with a vengeance, shooting upward several feet before it falls in ropes of cream back on his chest and belly. The boy then thrust his hips upward, almost as if he is trying to fuck the knife that is unmanning him. He cums and cums and cums, his boy seed squirting in shot after shot after shot. She doesn’t care. She shifts what is left of his scrotum in her fist, and then moves the knife to seek out his last remaining testicle even while he is pumping out his jism. The youth screams into his gag, and his hips increase their thrusting. His cock finally stops pumping out cream, and falls back flat to his belly just as she takes his last ball and he is done. Someone watching laughs, and the boy’s face goes red with shame.

On the other side of the square I steal a glance at one of the cooking booths, and there the balls are frying, fresh from the tables and now a feast for anyone with money. The smell of cooking fills the air, and there are patrons there enjoying the stolen manhoods from the morning’s slave auctions. One fat man is eating a filled plate of teenage nuts, the excised balls simmered in a wine sauce and obviously bursting with flavor. The man grins, savoring his lunch with a glass of red and without question appreciating every single bite.

I take a glance down an alleyway off to the side of the main square, and I spy an older slave being pulled to a table. He is sure fighting hard as they drag him to his fate. His hair is long, like a woman’s, but his muscles are strong and he has a mustache that is thick and full. I guess him to be in his thirties, and from the stripes on his back he has been in some kind of recent trouble. His arms are tied behind his back, and as they are pulling him up and onto the table he is kicking those that are grabbing him. He sure doesn’t want to lose his balls! At first I am wondering how they will untie him to spread him wide, but as it turns out they do not untie him at all. Instead, they just lift him to the table, where they work his legs apart and pull him downward onto a thick wooden dowel. His hole does not want to accommodate the big greased wooden rod, but they pull him over it never-the-less, and as it slides inside of him he tosses his head back and grunts loudly. Another slave who is helping with the cuttings here pulls him backwards then, and holds his shoulders down to the table. “ARGHHHHHHH” the man yells as he feels the rod in his ass, and he is clearly not happy. Yet with his hands still tied and now under him there is little at that point he can do to stop what is being done to him. His cock goes hard, probably from the pressure on his prostate from the wooden rod in his hole, and perhaps that is why he pushes his hips upward then to relieve the pressure he feels there. Whatever the reason, his motion causes his dick to stiffen until it is rock hard and soon it is jutting straight up into the air. Then, as we all watch, the cutter picks up his knife and lays it to the edge of his sack, and as the slaves feels the sharpness of the metal he starts to beg. His legs are adorned with thick black hair, and his jet black eyes seem to stare downward, at the knife and the man who has his balls. At that point there is nothing in the world for him but his balls and that knife. He glances at the cutter, who grins at him, and then with a single quick slice, it is done, and almost before you notice the motion it has been made and the slave’s balls are gone from where he has carried them all of his life. For the slave, his mouth goes open as if to scream but he only gasps instead, and then his big cock seems to enlarge, the end growing fat and purple. As we all stare a single spurt of white cream pumps out from the tip, but other than that he squirts nothing as he is nutted. The cutter drops the man’s fat scrotum onto his belly, and as he sees it he shakes and grunts and seems to go wild. His nut-less hips go up and down and up and down and it is almost as if he is trying to shake it off of him. Clearly, he does not like the feeling of his warm sac of nuts resting on his stomach, but at that point he is nothing but a eunuch and the crowd is laughing at him. Perhaps the cutter senses his misery though, because he picks up his big scrotum and then nonchalantly tosses it in the bucket as if it was a piece of trash.

I glance in a new direction and it does not take me long to find a nearby stand where a woman is selling holes to fuck, and if what she says is true there are newly cut boys inside her tent just waiting for my cock. She calls out that I can have whatever it is I am seeking there, in either sex too. If a warm and wet pussy is where I want to put my dick it can be had for a reasonable price, and if I want the tighter greased hole of a newly cut boy then that too is available. I’m intrigued, and my own balls feel full, and so I decide to pay her fee and seek my relief. I love the city, and everywhere I glance there is something to see.

Inside, I find it is as she had said, and so I make my choice and for only a few hundred degos I have a red headed boy’s hole for my pleasure. He is not happy about it, but he is newly cut and the red lines clearly define where the recent knife has done its work. I guess it has been a few weeks, but not more than that. I feel his bag, and it is empty, the soft folds of skin no longer containing the balls that once made him a man. He is totally smooth, and whatever sexual hair he once had has been shaved from him, and to me he seems oh-so fuckable that my cock stiffens instantly. I want him! He follows my directions, somewhat reluctantly, and soon he is on his hands and knees on the bed, and he spreads his legs and opens his hole for my pleasure. He doesn’t have an ounce of fat on him, and his back is adorned with freckles and I take the time to kiss him there.

Then, I glance at his hole, and it seems bright and oh-so-fresh, and it is almost as if it is puckered and begging for what I have between my legs. I somehow know he will be tight and his hole will well-grip my shaft. I stare at him and his hole for several minutes, my cock bouncing to my heartbeat in eager anticipation. The boy finally turns his head and looks back at me to see what I am doing, and I glance at him and it is clear that he’s a young teenage eunuch, probably fifteen or sixteen, and his freckled face and bright red hair make him very exciting to me. At that point I mount him and he grunts as I do, but as I suspected he is tight and oh-so-perfect. I push carefully, and yet I slowly force him to take the full length of my seven inch cock and the young red head arches his back to accommodate it. Soon, I am fucking him, and he is staring straight ahead as I do it. I can hear someone outside laughing, as another slave is being prepared for his nutting, and as the boy I am fucking listens to the crowd with me he seems lost in thought, his hole filled with my pole and his soft cock swinging to the motion and hanging lifeless beneath him. I increase my pace, and slide my cock in and out of his hole with a steady rhythm. This goes on for several minutes, and then outside there is a muffled grunt, and a burst of laughter from the crowd as another slave loses his balls. As that same instant, I take a single, final glance into the mirror, staring at the red headed boy who is staring back at me, and as our eyes lock I push my cock deep inside of him and ejaculate, pumping my full load of cream into his ass.

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