Ayzintion City – The Making of Slaves

So, here you have come. I gather you want the tour, or perhaps it is for an order that you seek. I look at you carefully, trying to figure out what has brought you to this side of the city. You are the far edge of the city now, along the western sector, where the breeding quad can be found and I do not get that many strangers here. Of course you aren’t really here, or at least you would not admit it, and I suppose I am not as well. But the quads are here and if this place does not officially exists still it can be found and my eyes see you and that much is certain. Of course even if its not officially sanctioned by the council, everyone is aware of it and I am sure you had no trouble finding it. So, what is it that you seek? If it is just a slave you seek then you can find him during the regular auction and you had no need to travel here. When the market is open there are all kinds of slaves available for purchase. Thin slaves. Older slaves. Young and innocent slaves. There are slaves for working in the fields, and slaves for entertainment in the bedroom. Most have their balls, but some have already faced the knife and if you want a cutting it is easy to order and can be done even while you wait. Still, a cutting is expensive, and besides many owners do not want their slaves unmanned. For example, to take the balls from a fieldworker would be a waste of money. Still, for the obvious ones, the ones whose ass’s are ripe for the bedchamber, a well done cutting can more than double the value of the slave. Always the blonds and the redheads bring the most money, and they are rare and expensive to purchase. If you want more than one or two, no matter the money they may not always be found. In that case, then it is to the western side of the city you will be drawn, and if you are a patient man and you are willing to wait, whatever it is in your slaves that you seek it is here that it can be found.

Ah, how is it that this place came to be you ask? It was out of the need for perfection that the breeding quad came about. If you want a dozen slaves the same, a dozen or more with hair that is red or eyes that are blue or hair that is so blond it takes your breath away, then if you want that and you have the money and you are willing to wait then they can be made. The actual breeding is not that difficult to fathom, and the process is always in progress, with the daily fuckings and young breeders pushing their hard cocks where they are told. Sometimes as many as a dozen males are fucking simultaneously, their bobbing asses and their wild thrusting pumping their special seed where it is needed. Usually it is four at a time, and the quad is set up for that number. I like the tables, made to hold four males so that all of that breeding can be accomplished at once. It is very efficient, and efficiency is important when the task is fucking and money is the goal. Getting the slaves is the tricky part, and yet it’s the key to the success of everything. Usually, the females can be bought cheaply, as they are not in high demand and so they are easy to find even with the red hair or the green eyes or the special look that is so craved. The males though are always a careful purchase, and I bypass a lot of slaves before I find the right one for breeding. I pick them all out myself. Once the male slave has been selected, then he is put to the many females in a continuing cycle that doesn’t end until the impregnation quantity has been reached and the success of the undertaking is assured. Usually, if the male’s seed is virile and he is kept well nourished, the lot can be made in less than two months time.

Oh, my name you ask? My name is Alexis Bornakoff, and I have been breeding slaves for more than 20 years. I like the work, and the challenge of producing the boys that bring the prices that have made me a very rich man. The redheads are my favorite, as they are the rarest and bring the most money. The blonds are next, and bring almost as much. But I have bred slaves with dark hair too. Some owners want strong men, with a certain body shape, and I’ve made special stock bred for nothing more than a length of a cock or the tightness of an ass. I will breed any characteristic, for the right price that is. It’s an expensive process, and yet my reputation has grown and my stock is recognizable even without the brand on their ass that I always give to them. Given the money I will breed for anything. It makes no difference to me. For the right money, I will produce the slaves that you want and I do it consistently. I have been doing this long enough to know what works, and more importantly, what doesn’t. If you want something especially unique or rarer than rare, then sometimes I will interbreed them, putting a brother to a sister or a son to a mother, but for the most part the results can be had in other ways and that usually is not necessary. Interbreeding takes too long and the final result is often uncertain, so generally I find it unsatisfying. Most of what I do is simple mathematics. For example, I am currently ending a breeding cycle for a wealthy client who dreams of owning ten slaves as alike as I can make them, all with red hair and freckled faces. He wants them all about the same age and besides the hair he demands smooth bodies, with big smiles that can be trained for sucking. I could care less where they go after I make them, and what he does with them after the money has been passed is not my concern. What he wants is rare, so rare in fact that you could look for a dozen years and not find more than one or two like that. Yet he wants no less than ten but has promised to buy all I can find and he is willing to wait as long as it takes for me to find them. I don’t find them of course. I make them, and if he wants ten or more then he shall have them.

How you ask? Ah, so you are the curious type. Well, just look at the one in front of you, the one with the bright red hair. He is the key, and from him the money will come. Yes, he is hot I admit, even when he’s not full of sweat and his balls aren’t bouncing as he fucks. I am especially proud of him. Just eighteen and already he has fucked more women than most men will ever fuck in all of their lifetime. More than you perhaps. Of course, he hasn’t had much of a say, and I’ve dictated where his dick is put and how many times it is put there. Still, he has been doing a lot of fucking in the last two months, and perhaps it will bring him some solace when I am done with him and take his balls later today. He will be put to his last woman in less than an hour, as it’s the end of the cycle and his seed has been planted. You ought to stay, as you might enjoy his nutting and I won’t charge you to watch. It’s always fun to nut the breeders, as they know what they are losing and they are more desperate because of it. For me, that makes it especially sweet and I love the expression on their faces when they first realize I am taking their balls instead of just holding them.

Ah, I see the question forming. Why take their nuts if I need them to make the special babies? Ah, and you are right that they are so hard to find and so expensive to buy so it would seem a waste to nut them. Yes, it is true they are all rare, and special, and while I am tying them in place for even their last fuck, even then, I still need their balls to be full and ready and I need their seed to be potent when it is spurting. Only then can I make the money. But you are right to be curious, and I can understand your thoughts that nutting them is wasteful. But you should know the reason. Can you figure it out? The red haired one is typical of the breeders. He is resting now, waiting for his next fucking. Yes, it is almost a pity it will be his last. Know? No, of course he doesn’t know. I still need him to make the last fuck, to finish the cycle before I nut him. Yes, one more woman, one more wet pussy for his young cock. After he has filled her, only then will I take his balls. Of course if he knew it would be his last he wouldn’t be so docile. Its better this way, that he goes to his own castration thinking he is instead going for just another breeding among many more ahead of him. Of the red haired line, this young man has been the main breeding male. I am working two blond lines simultaneously, and one special line where the youth is of Slavic decent but his ass is perfect and round. But like I said, the red haired ones are my favorite, and this large crop of new babies will pay me well. You know, I searched for almost five months to find him. He was spotted by a courier and once he was located I had him taken. It happened in the southern province, and while he protested there wasn’t any other opposition. He is rarer than rare—a perfect adolescent body full of energy and desire with all the characteristics that were needed to make the slaves I was seeking. His stomach is flat and laced with horizontal lines, and his body is adorned with freckles and his smile is so big that he is perfect. I love his smile. It makes him look so young and so innocent, and his babies will be perfect and will cement my reputation. I especially love his look when he is shooting, and all the many times I’ve felt his ass and cupped his balls, still each time he shoots and grunts out his seed, each time he does that he flashes his grin afterwards and his expression almost melts you as you see it. I will miss that. Yes, he is a fine specimen, and the brightness of his hair and the sharpness of his youth all stand out. Ill never forget this one, his big cock and his low hanging balls swinging as he fucks. He is one of a kind. I especially like the green eyes, a nice secondary touch. You are right too that he looks a little tired, but I know I’ve almost fucked him out, and soon I will be done with him so the raggedness he is displaying can play itself out now for all I care. After I take his balls I will be glad to sell him and I will certainly make some good money on the transaction. That I was able to find him at all is a miracle, but a miracle that will make me a great deal of money.

Figured it out yet? Ah, the process? It’s really an easy business, but there is more to it than it seems. I don’t think I am cruel to them. Take this one. For the past two months he has had to do nothing but sleep, eat, and fuck. For a teenager I would think that would be an ideal life to be living. Funny how he doesn’t seem to appreciate it right now. At first it was exciting for him, but now even the fucking has become work and he protests more and more. I find it intriguing that a teenage boy will actually beg not to have his dick slid into a vagina, even one that is wet and open and eager. It takes a lot of fucking to wear them out, and yet even the young ones, like him, eventually get too sore and too tired and they dream only of rest. Still, its not a bad life for him, and his body is certainly designed for the task I have put him to.

His day is typical for the breeders. I usually do four slaves at a time. On the big tables, called “quads”, we strap the women down first and then add the males afterwards. You have to lubricate the women first, and we use a special rod to do that and we make sure they are ready and their sex is wet with desire even if they themselves are not. Once the females are ready and their pussys are dripping, then we go get the males. I can do him, the two blonds and the Slavic all at the same time, and when you get four young asses bobbing and their cocks going in and out then it is something to see. Their day begins when I have them put to their first mating early in the morning, then feed them breakfast and put them to a second right afterwards. When they are young they can be made to give two good loads early in the morning, even when they are spaced fairly close together. After a few hours, I tie them back to the table and have them mounted to their third girl before noon. I always give them three hours after that, and it is amazing but a young teens balls do recharge and a teenage dick will get stiff again after that time. The knot of the arrowroot helps, and I combine it into a drink mixed with powder from the apothecary shop. I have found with the mixture I can keep a boy’s prick stiff when I need it and it is always a part of their lunch. After the break, I have them taken back to the table and put to their forth woman of the day. Right afterwards, after they have all grunted out their seed I allow them another rest. I need a full load in their nuts, so I wait another four hours, then give them their fifth vagina of the day in the late afternoon. Finally, just after the evening meal I mount them to their last pussy. Afterwards, they will always sleep, and I let them rest until the next morning when the cycle is repeated with another six. They are all watched constantly, and to make extra sure I tie their hands in the evenings so that they never touch their pricks. They might like the fucking, but none of them like to think they are making slaves for me, and so many of them would be the type to spill their own seed to keep me from getting it. I can’t let that happen. Anyway, when I am running a cycle I usually handle four breedings. Each of the boys fuck six times a day. Six days a week. I rest them on Sunday, and then we begin again. I make them do six different women on the first three days, and that’s when I repeat the breeding, bringing back the first half dozen on the forth day. Thus, every woman they are put to is constantly filled with fresh seed, and in the end I have found that it is almost always enough to insure a pregnancy is begun in each of the young women they are put to.

I still see your question. You keep looking at the redhead. Yes, his ass is ripe and his balls are even now ready for their last fuck. This boy has been one busy teen and he is very fertile. In his first breeding month he was put to 18 women, and we already know that 17 of the 18 are late and are almost certainly pregnant. The current batch should be the same, and I expect after today that I will have 36 or 37 of his offspring on the way. Roughly half will be males. Within a year I will have no less than 15 or 16 healthy males and virtually all of them will have the red hair and the freckles and the smooth bodies that my buyer is seeking, and their birthdays will be close enough he will not care. What then? Well, I then sell the lot, usually after I nut them. When they are young a simple tie is all that is needed, and within a few weeks their balls fall off and they never even know what they lost. They will look alike, with the same father and similar mothers, and will be perfection personified. It will seem as if they have been born from the same mold.

OK, you have ask it again. Why? Why must I nut them? Don’t you see the reason by now? It is really not that difficult to understand. In order to maximize my profits, its important to destroy the mold so that what is left is unique and one-of-a-kind. I always castrate the father of the lot, so that his seed ends with me and I control the line. When I take his balls I end the line, and when the line is ended the slave boys produced become one-of-a-kind treasures, which in turn makes them all but priceless.

You are shaking your head, and I can see your concern and your questions. Oh, you don’t think if it was you that you would fuck for me? Well, I guess that is a thought. How do I make them fuck? You are right of course that they are not all willing. While you would think a teenage male would just want to fuck, the truth is that when they are being forced to father slaves they often fight it. Still, I have never had any real trouble getting them to produce their semen when I need them to and to put it where I need it to go. That is actually easy. I have them tied over the female selected for them, who is already lying with her legs spread. Usually, the boy is hard and stiff with the anticipation of the fuck, even if he dreads it and he is not seeking it out. The arrowroot and apothecary powder helps and when given to a teenager they will make his prick as hard as a bar of iron and keep it that way. I have him tied in place, with his wrists and ankles secured, and a second leather tie placed around his knees and elbows, tying him down to the table and keeping him in the breeding position. At that point it is a simple matter to reach under him and cup his balls in my hand and remind him, if necessary, that he either penetrates the vagina he straddles or I will nut him. It’s a simple choice, and as I hold his balls and he feels my hand and what I am holding the choice is always an easy one for them to make. Sometimes one of them will protest, even begging me not to make him do this, and on occasion I have to pull my knife out of its sheath and lay its curved edge against his sac so that he can feel the sharpness of the metal and know my resolve. They will always push into the woman then, even if it is their own sister. I guess they figure its far better to feel the slipperiness of the pussy than to feel the sharpness of the steel. Whatever his motivation, once he is inside of the girl, we connect the harnesses. All breeders wear a leather breeding harness, which consists of two loops around his thighs, and they are brought up and pulled through the belt around the woman’s waist, securing him into her and preventing him from doing much more than rock his hips and wriggle his hard prick in and out. He couldn’t pull it all the way out if he wanted. The ring you see around the boy’s balls keeps his stones low in his sac, and as they feel the loop of steel I remind them that if they fail to accomplish the fucking I will take their balls with my knife. I swear to God I will. I’ve never had a male yet that chooses to lose his balls instead of fucking the woman he is buried in. Sometimes I have to paddle their naked ass to get them to begin the pushing, sliding it in and out with the pace that I demand. I always demand a good rhythm too, and I wont let them slow down to enjoy it because there is no profit in them taking their time. I want them to fuck fast, and to squirt hard and to launch a huge load and give me a baby for their effort. I could care less if the girl or the boy enjoys it or not. I only want the boys seed buried deep inside her, and I want him shooting it out with a vengeance that insures it gets there. All I want is for him to empty his balls, each and every time, and I want it all when he does, without any spillage. I’ve had some of them try to fake it, and so I like to have a finger in their ass when they cum. Sometimes I do that myself, but more often I delegate it. If your finger is in their ass, then you can feel it when they ejaculate, and there is no other feeling like it in the world and no way they can fake it. Sometimes, when they are cocky and they need to be put in their place, I will put my dick inside them in place of my finger. Most don’t like that much, and especially the redheads. Still, I like to teach them humility, and now and then it can be enjoyable to shoot your own wad as they shoot theirs and make the special babies that make me rich.

Ah, they are taking him now, to join his three acquaintances, and it is the final fuck for all of them. Let us follow, and watch their final acts as men. Sometimes I charge people to see it, and today’s crowd of 30 is smaller than normal. Still, it’s a show worth watching, even if you have to pay a small fee to see it and the people that come this far don’t mind paying. The crowd always enjoys it, and the un-manning is always something to see. For you my friend, you can see it all for nothing.

As we enter the room the dark haired Slavic boy is already tied in position, the teen girl under him spread and ready. His prick is buried in her, and they are tied together in the position and the harnesses are connected. Likewise, the two blonds are stiff and buried deep, their pubic bush each resting against the blond women below them. Yes, they are alike. In fact, these two have hair so blond it shines. They have been a prize. I know. Yes, they are beautiful. One is fifteen, and the other a year older. Both are perfect too, hot, and so good looking. There, the one on the right, he is already moving and his young dick is sliding in and out. Yeah, they have to fuck. I guess it’s in their blood. I think it’s what teenage boys do best and you don’t have to teach them to do it.

As we watch, my workers tie the young redhead into position, directly over the redheaded female under him. He is calling out and begging them not to do this, but his words are wasted. Even as he protests I can see that the arrowroot is working, and his prick is stiff and engorged and looking like it is eager for the slippery vagina that is waiting. The tip is purple and flared, and the single eye is wet with fluid and he is stiff and hard and filled with desire. He is struggling now, fighting it, but one of my slaves has the boys cock and is getting it lined up with the hole. I see them pushing him forward, guiding the boy’s cock home. “OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH” he grunts as he feels her wetness grip his shaft. Yeah, don’t know why they do that, but they usually moan out something as they feel their manhood being swallowed by a woman’s dripping pussy.

There, they are all tied to the quad now. The heads of the women are almost touching as they lay on their backs. They are stretched out in four directions, such that when the male is on them he is looking directly into the eyes of the other male opposite him. I nod my head, and the order is given. They do not immediately begin, but the order is repeated and the reminder is made. CRACKKKKKKK! One of the workers has brought the punishment board across an upturned ass, and that reached all of their brains simultaneously. CRACKKKKKKKK! Again! Ah, there, it begins. The teenage boys realize they have no choice, and so the fucking is started. Go ahead, feel the young asses as they do it. Feel their hard bodies as they work the fuck. I know, look at the nuts swinging, the tight assholes ringed with the boy’s newly emerging hair. The balls of the redhead are dangling down, almost eager to be taken, the light fuzz on his legs the only other sign of him being a man. The Slavic’s are even looser, probably hanging still from the earlier fuckings. He has that perfect, rounded bubble butt that is so hard to find but which sells so well. I like the way they open their eyes, and, look there! At the two blonds! They are holding their lips apart, staring straight in front of them and feeling the feeling that will be their undoing. Look at their sweat! Their bodies glisten from the effort, yet they push onward pistoning their cocks like animals in heat, ramming them to the hilt and then pulling them back and readying them for another thrust. God I love watching them fuck! Already their eyes are glazed, and their balls are trying to tighten even though the metal breeding loop keeps them low and down in their sacs. The redhead’s ass is really moving now. He’s picked up the pace on his own, almost as if he’s eager to complete it. I wonder if he knew I plan to cut him when he is done if he would be so eager.

Go ahead, slide your finger in one of their holes if you want. You can put your cock in there if you would rather and you don’t mind the crowd. I don’t care. Listen to them cheer, enjoying the spectacle of youth in motion. The crowd loves the fucking, loves to watch the balls swing and the hard cocks sliding in and out. Yes! If they cum together they usually get an extra dessert at dinner and I let them sleep an extra hour in the morning. After these many months they seem to be able to read each other and their asses bob almost as one. I like them to shoot together. They think it is to make their breeding easier. The reality is that is simplifies their unmanning, because it can begin as soon as they have all shot their final wads. If they knew the true reason I trained them to shoot together, they never would have done it even once. But they don’t know the reason, and now, after this many weeks of fucking together, they feed on one another and they seem to stimulate each other. Ah, they are building now. The paces are faster, and the young cocks are sliding in and out with a good rhythm, in and out and in and out. Faster they go, a full deep stroke and the slurping noises are beginning and it wont be long.

“I’m going to CUM!” yells the redhead, and then he arches his back and jerks his head to the sky. At that same moment, the Slavic boy begins to grunt too, and together the teenagers begin to pump out their goo and dump their seed where it is needed. Ah, the blonds are shooting now too, the quad of four in ecstasy as they ejaculate almost as one. I give the nod, and from underneath, four of my workers make the knot, and with a single snap heard almost as one movement, the leather cords are suddenly snapped tight around their quivering balls. The crowd literally roars with anticipation! Ahhhh, oh how I love that reaction! Look at the Slavic boy! His expression, priceless as he feels the knot and looks back over his shoulder to find its source. The redhead isn’t smiling anymore…his face is in shock and he is looking over at me, a look of fear perhaps and a question as his brain registers the constriction in his balls. The blonds are tied too now, and they don’t like it, struggling desperately to get lose, to get their hard dicks out of the holes they are filling and to somehow get away and free and stop the onslaught even as they continue to pump out their seed.

I go to them now, and as I approach I pull my knife from its scabbard. They see it, as one, and began to beg and to scream as the realization that this time the ending is going to be very different. The red haired youth is screaming, and as I look at him he is begging for mercy, begging to stay a man even as the words are coming from a boy. I reach under the blond, grab his tied sac. He has his neck twisted back, and the others stare with him, hoping I am joking, hoping against hope that the knife will not make the cut. I don’t waste a lot of time. I push in the tip, deep into his sac, and twisting my wrist I pull it down filleting open his sac with the pull of the knife. He shudders, and I feel him ejaculate another squirt of semen into the pussy that grips his cock. His asshole slams open and then closed, rhythmically timed to the pumping of his cock. With a squeeze his two orbs are pushed out the single slit, and there it is easy to take them. I take the very tip of the knife and cut the first, then, a few seconds later I take the second and it is done. I drop them into the silver bowl, and then I give his ass a playful slap. I feel his entire body go limp. Next, I move to my right and to the rounded ass of the Slavic youth. The boy I have cut lays still, no longer a male and even as the pussy grips his cock I know it has begun to shrink from its final erection. The red headed youth is staring right down at me, across the back of the boy whose balls are now in my hand. I wink at him, and he looks away, his face going white with the fear. Below me, I feel the youth tightening his thighs, trying to pull his legs together even though the woman below him is in the way. I take the knife and push the tip into the upper edge of his scrotum, just below the tie. As I push in the tip, on the right side of his sac, he shudders, and screams for the crowd. He bucks his hips then, thrusting his still hard dick deeper into the pussy, fucking it I suppose, even as he feels the knife taking his manhood. I pull the blade down, and out pops his ball. I take it with a flick of the steel, and move to the other side of his sac and repeat the process. He grunts again as I push in the knife, and his asshole tightens and I can see the ring of hair contract, then spasm again as he has yet another orgasm. It’s obvious to me that he is cumming as I take his remaining ball. You wouldn’t think a boy could do that, not after just fucking, but he does and it pleases me to see it. I wonder if perhaps the final squirt is the one that will make the baby I need.

As I finish he too collapses, laying flat and barely conscious on top of the girl he is still tied to. She is laughing, laughing at his unmanning, glad to see him without his balls and happy to know they have been stolen from him. I look into the bowl, and the four balls are laying in the salted water, two of them still quivering and making little ripples in the surface. I allow myself to slide to the right, between the legs of the sixteen year old blond. He is jerking like a madman, fighting for his manhood, a desperate fight that probably comes partially because he knows what it is that he is about to lose. I take the knife, and push it to the third sac, resting it there as I watch his ass push up and down. God he doesn’t want this! He is begging loudly, begging for mercy even as he feels the knife ready to do its work. I push the blade in then, and he screams. I don’t sense another squirt, not with this boy. Instead he shudders, and fights harder as I rotate the blade and pull it through the left side of his sac. I squeeze his scrotum, and his left ball pops put, dangling by its cord. With the tip of my gelding knife I slice the cord, which pops back into his body, and the ball drops free and into the bowl. He grunts as I cut him, his mouth agape with the realization of what is being done to him. He starts to plead again and I ignore him. Instead, I move the knife to the other side, where I pause before I push it in. He is thrusting now, almost like his half-castrated scrotum is desperate to get another fuck in before it is too late. The girl he is in suddenly shouts “DO IT NOW” and I do, pushing in the steel and slicing in and down, taking his ball with the stroke. He screams as I finish him, and then literally feints as his last ball comes free and drops into the bowl, forever unmanning him.

Last, I work my way behind the redhead. His ass is bobbing in desperation, his entire sac swinging like it always does. He is driving his hips forward, and as I reach under him I can feel his cock sliding in and out of the hot and dripping pussy. He is fucking with a passion, even though he has just fucked it already. He fucks with a desperation as he struggles and tests his bonds and the fact that he can do so amazes me. The crowd is giddy with excitement, and there is an eagerness in the air with this one that was missing with the others. I decide I want his sac, to take it all and it might even bring a greater price if I make him smooth. I take the curve of the knife, and hook the blade behind his scrotum, under the tie and above the metal ring he still wears.

He begs: “Please…OH GOD SIR…PLEASE DON’T DO THIS…. NOT MY BALLS! PLEASE, I’LL DO…”

I never let him finish. Instead, as he begs and bucks his hips I just jerk the knife straight through, right through his sac with a single pull, cutting off his words and taking his balls and his sac and his manhood as I do it. I feel him shudder, his eyes going wide as he jets another wad and his ball-less cock suddenly is squirting another load and filling the girl with the last of his seed. As he shudders he ejaculates with an intensity that I’ve never seen, before or since. I don’t know from where he found the jism, but the load is so great that it literally pours from the pussy around his cock. He grunts as he is doing it and the crowd roars as his white spunk becomes visible to everyone and almost boils out of her pussy.

“ARGHHHHHHHHHHGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! OH..GODDDDDDDDDDDD…….” he screams as he cums.

I move my hand up his back, and drop his still quivering balls that are literally pulsating in his sac onto the small of his back. I grip his ass with my hand, to feel his contractions and the hardness of the muscles. As he feels his balls dropped there, he jerks his hips and pistons his cock even faster. It seems to go on a long while. I notice that the line of sweat goes all the way from his wet hair, down his back, and down under his severed sac and right into the crack of his ass to where his balls were just taken. He grunts some more, his back arched in desperation and his eyes looking at the ceiling. I don’t know if he cums again or if it is the same orgasm that seems to just continue. Finally, his spunk stops flowing and he just collapses, his eyes tearing and after that his grunts are gone and only a sobbing, castrated teenager remains.

I pick up his sac then, and add it to the pile of testicles in the bowl. This sac I’ll keep. Yes, it has been a good day. I move away from the quad then, and with a nod I let the workers bring in the brands that will burn my mark into the castrated teens still tied in position. Turning back to you, I have to ask, “So, now what exactly is it that you seek? I’m sure we can find it for you.” Then, looking at your pants and the stain that is there, I have to smile.

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