Ayzintion City – A Twisted Trail of Slight Miscalculations

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 had been watching the youth for quite some time, and I guess I just reached the point where I was tired of his antics. It wasn’t that he deserved to lose his balls, so much as it was that I decided to take them. I mean he was just a typical teenage boy, looking for a girl to fuck and working to make it happen. And, he was just eighteen, although he didn’t look it. He had that thin perfectly toned body of the developing adolescent and looking at him you would have thought he was a boy of fifteen or sixteen, but not eighteen. Nevertheless, he was, and deep into puberty. He was probably a good kid overall, but he made a slight miscalculation, and went after the wrong girl, and the pussy he decided to chase ultimately led straight to what was no less a total disaster.

He was a working kid, and he ran a sales booth for the city, right outside the major cutting yard, and there he sold trinkets and souvenir memorabilia related to the slave trade. He was just cheap labor really, a body to run the shop, hired for his good looks and bright smile as much as anything.

His looks certainly captured your attention. His eyes sparkled, and he had a wisp of a mustache just beginning to sprout across his upper lip, and deep dark brown eyes that opened wide and looked through you as much as at you when he stared. He was thin, and muscular, and on the few occasions I had seen him shirtless his flat stomach was laced with lines of muscle. He was always grinning, and while he had no real family and had grown up on the streets of the city, nevertheless he had done well enough for himself. He was into girls, that much was obvious, and the truth is that if he had not taken an interest with my daughter I’d have let him finish growing into a man. But alas, things happened the way they did, and looking back I do not see how it could have gone any other way. Still, perhaps it’s true I am sorry for the way things turned out, but who in the beginning could have seen any of it?

He was not a slave, but rather one of the street urchins that had lucked out and landed a job, even if it was nothing more than handling the booth and hawking cheap souvenirs. Why my daughter fancied him I have no idea, but she did, and I had tried everything I could to persuade her otherwise. He was just street trash, and I strived to keep them apart. But young teenagers have minds of their own, and the boy certainly didn’t discourage her even though he was almost a full four years her senior.

My own shop was just down the street, off of his corner, so it was possible to keep an eye on him without him directly knowing it. I had caught him kissing my fourteen year old on two separate occasions, and the last time I had given him a clear warning. I didn’t trust him, and from my perspective he was moving in a direction that I didn’t like and I told him so. He was keen on her, without any doubt, and my daughter seemed to find a reason to hang out there at his booth more and more often. No matter what I said she continued to go there, and in spite of the warnings I had given the boy, he was always smiling when she came to him.

It might have been easier had my wife supported me, but as it was that wasn’t the case and the truth was that our marriage was going nowhere and we seemed to have less and less in common. In didn’t help that she fancied the boy, and no matter how much I tried to emphasize the danger she just didn’t see it the same as I. She felt they made a ‘cute couple’ and to her thinking it was simply two teens enjoying “true love.” She even remarked that she wasn’t against a marriage either, and she said that fourteen was “old enough” if the right boy was the groom. The fact was that my wife liked him, and she didn’t even have a problem with him being eighteen, and it made me furious. While she felt there was nothing really wrong with the two teenagers dating, I was not so naïve, and I never trusted the boy. And, as it turned out, I was right on that score.

Since I could get nowhere with my wife, or the boy, and my daughter wasn’t listening to me either, the only solution I could see was to castrate the teenager. Of course, since he was not a slave, it wasn’t possible to just remove his balls, at least not legally. Still, the idea at least was there, tossing around inside my head, and so it slowly moved from an idea into a plan. The law of course was the major issue, but that said, I didn’t let the law stop me once I found what came to be called THE LETTER. I discovered it in my daughter’s room, and, as it turned out, I found it just in time.

“My dearest Elizabeth… You mean so much to me words cannot be put down on paper to describe the feelings that I have for you. As I have come to know you, my body burns with desire, and my manhood swells with an eagerness I cannot describe. I want you so bad! You are in my constant thoughts, and when you kissed me and cupped my balls last weekend I then made me get so hard, and it was all because of you. I want you! I need you! I want to make love to you, to feel myself inside of you, so that I am a part of you and we are one and the same. I truly hope you feel the same way! If you do, then meet me at The Crucible on Saturday night, when the church bell is rung seven times. The lock on the backdoor is broken, and nobody is there at night. We can meet inside, and I promise you that I will be there waiting. It’s OK—the owner is out of town for the next week and the place is totally disserted, and will be perfect for what we need. There we can be together and no one will disturb us! I love you! I really do, and I can hardly wait to feel the wetness of your lips and the tightness of your virginity. Just like when you touched me, I am hard with anticipation! With all my love, David”

Needless to say, I was aghast! When I saw the note I was shaking with anger. Initially I was going to take the note to my wife, to prove I had been right all along, but it occurred to me that was not the answer. The truth is she might even side with the boy’s feelings, especially if she knew that it would tick me off. So instead, I decided to take things into my own hands, and fix the issue once and for all. I had to protect my daughter and nutting the boy was the answer! And now of course, knowing the planned time, and the place where he was going opened doors of opportunity and ultimately allowed me to set the trap that was his undoing.

As I contemplated my options, what propelled me onward was the memory that on the previous night, before I had discovered the letter, my daughter had asked us if she could spend the night with a girl friend on Saturday night. The request had struck me as odd then, and I had said no, but my wife had argued with me and allowed it. She had insisted, saying that our daughter was growing up and should be allowed to go out “on her own” and after that it was an argument I could not win.

Now, having seen the boy’s letter, my daughter’s intentions were clear. With that knowledge, there was little doubt that I had to react and take action on my own, and so I did. There was no way I could allow her to go and meet the boy, knowing now full well what he wanted to do and sensing her desire to let him do it.

The idea of castrating the eighteen year old was now the only solution that I could see. I might not be able to stop my daughter from going to the boy, but I could sure as hell rearrange the boy’s priorities. And the simplest and fastest way to accomplish that was to remove the urge in his loins. That was really all there was to the decision, and while I knew my daughter wouldn’t be too happy about it, once it was done his interest in her would end and the threat would be over.

Of course, he wasn’t a slave, and losing his balls was not something he feared and technically speaking they were not mine to take. That said, as I saw things he had no powerful family to protect him, and I figured that once he was done nobody would really care.

Hiring the cutter was the biggest problem, because the penalties are too severe for most cutters to take a chance on doing an illegal castration. It’s funny in a way, that in a city where literally hundreds of slaves lose their balls every single day, it is still a major crime to nut a non-slave, even if he’s nothing but a pubescent street boy. But I wasn’t about to try to cut him myself, because I’ve seen my share of botched castrations, and killing the boy was not a direction I wanted to go. I had to find a cutter, one that held a license and knew what he was doing, and then convince him to wield the knife.

The key to it all was a long-time friend who works within the Council circle, and while he is not a councilman he knows them all and has connections. When I confided in him about my concerns, and told him of the note the boy had written to my daughter, he made the arrangements for me and it was through him that I found the cutter. The rest of the plan was my own doing, and it was an easy matter to hire a couple of eunuchs to make it happen. Life isn’t always fair, and sometimes it is who you know more than what you know. It was as simple as that. The truth is a teenage boy had taken an interest in the wrong girl, and so it would cost him his balls.

I made the arrangements in just a few days, so everything was in place prior to the Saturday he had planned to take my daughter’s virginity. He suspected nothing. I watched him closely all day, and as I expected he closed up his little shop earlier than usual that Saturday afternoon, grinning with an air of eagerness about him that could not be missed. He had no idea of course that he was in any danger, and that slight miscalculation was his downfall.

He arrived at the closed apocathory shop, known as THE CRUCIBLE, a little after six in the evening, about an hour before his pre-arranged time when he had planned to meet my daughter. Of course, I knew he was going there, and I guessed he would come early to get things ready. I was not mistaken. As he came into the closed shop through the broken back door he was carrying a large blanket. His mind was on fucking, and he never saw the danger, until he was grabbed from behind and his arms were tied. He fought the two eunuchs that wrestled him to the floor, but even though he was strong he was no match for them. Once that was done, we didn’t hesitate, and even as he protested we dragged him from the back room out to the main area of the shop, where the big table was. It was a long counter, and normally it was used when the shop was open to grind the potions and prepare the items for sale.

It seemed a waste not to use the blanket he had brought, so we tossed it over the big table there, and while it wasn’t perfect, it was adequate, and the padded surface served well enough as a temporary cutting table.

I was there of course, but I did not expose my face to him, and the two eunuchs that helped me were not from the city and were unknown to him. He had no idea who we were or why even we were there. I figured if he didn’t know who had done this to him, there would be nothing he could do about it once he had no balls.

The youth had no idea what was going on, but he made the assumption we were the owners of the shop I think, because he started yelling out his story, that he was just checking the store out and he wasn’t there to steal anything. I had to stifle a laugh, as I watched him struggle and try to explain himself. Of course, he had no right to be in the closed store, and there wasn’t much he could really say. He thought he was being held because we thought he was a thief, but of course the truth was none of us cared, and we were going to cut his balls off no matter what he said.

I’m sure that never entered his mind. He was no slave, and had no fear of the knife. Still, he fought us hard, and he sure wasn’t happy that his night of planned fucking had taken a turn in a different direction.

I made sure he never saw me, and I have to say that I really enjoyed watching him as they dragged him to the table. For the most part I watched what was done to him from behind a sheer curtain, which blocked his view of me but still allowed me to see things as they happened.

As they pulled him to the table and up onto it, he was half sitting on the edge, and then the rest of his body was pulled downward, across the flat table top where the drugs were sold when the shop was open. His arms were still tied behind him, so he fell back with them underneath of his body, which prevented him from being flat on the table. He screamed and fought, not believing what was happening and having no idea who was doing this to him or even why.

“OH GOD…STOP! WHAT ARE YOU DOING? STOP IT I SAY! I WASN’T ROBBING THIS PLACE! PLEASE, BELIEVE ME! FUCK MAN! UNTIE ME NOW!!!!!”

I don’t know when he figured out he was about to be nutted, but he figured it out at some point, because his struggles increased and he became far more desperate in his cries. I believe he probably made the connection when his pants were taken down, because as his balls came free and were exposed that’s when he totally panicked.

They never even removed his shirt, but instead just undid his pants and pulled them off, along with his thong that was protecting his bullocks. As his big scrotum stuffed with his hen-sized balls was exposed he jerked and thrashed with all of his strength, and he kept trying to sit up and they pulled him down by the shoulders. Then they ran the ropes around his knees, and back under his arms, so that his legs were lifted upward, bending him almost in half. The ends of the two ropes that were wrapped around his knees were then tied with a loop around each ankle, and then secured to the legs of the table, so that he was bound tightly and his legs were spread wide.

With his knees bent and his legs tied up that way, he was totally helpless and in that position his balls were exposed and you could see every hair surrounding his hole. In the room there were just four of us and him. There were the two eunuch slaves I had hired, and me, and the cutter of course, and while the small group of us was not large it was more than the boy could struggle against. The big eunuchs held him down by the shoulders, and with his legs tied wide apart and his pants removed his scrotum was exposed and vulnerable.

The boy’s cock was fully erect, and I could not believe the length of it. It was the longest cock I’ve ever seen on any male, especially a teenage one. It was a full eleven inches long, and it had the thinness of a teenage boy’s pole. If he had been allowed to keep his balls it would have no doubt thickened in the years to come, but I doubt it would have grown any longer. It was a horse cock as it was, and it was an impressive. Of course, without its balls to feed it, it would never mature to anything more than it was. Even so it was an impressive rod, and I cannot imagine any pussy being able to accommodate one that long.

His patch of pubic hair was small and confined to an area just above his prickle, and there was no hair growing upward towards his belly. His balls were large, and covered in a soft downy hair. I was surprised at the size of his individual bullocks, which were plainly visible stuffed inside his scrotum. On the small frame of the boy they looked more like they belonged on an animal. He was quite the man! The sex hair around his hole had blackened and his man fur there was thick around it. In contrast, he only had a light dusting of hair on his legs, and it had not yet fully matured. Clearly, though he was eighteen, sexually he was only part way into puberty. Still, he was man enough to fuck my daughter, and his long cock was up and eager and ready to do it.

The cutter my friend had arranged for me was young, in his late twenties, and while he didn’t seem all that sure of himself, he was too inexperienced to ask many questions. He had delicate hands, and bright blue eyes, and I noticed he was stiff in his pants as he stared at the boy. He too made a slight miscalculation, and he didn’t question really any of the circumstances of what he was doing. Instead, he just did it, and as far as he was concerned if someone on the council wanted this non-slave nutted in an apocathory shop, then he was going to nut him, and that was all there was to it. The fact that it was totally illegal didn’t seem to phase him in the least and I could only wonder about what he had actually been told.

I think it was soon after they got his legs apart and tied well that the boy saw the knife, and that’s when he started screaming in a panic, not believing what was happening but clearly figuring it out at that point.

“NO! WAIT! YOU CAN’T CUT ME! NOOOOOO! NOOOOOOOOO! YOU CAN’T CUT OFF MY BALLS!!!! YOU CAN’T! I’M NOT A SLAVE DAMN IT—I’M NOT A SLAVE!”

We laughed then. The boy was no stranger to the slave yards, and with his pants off and his balls exposed and the knife in view there was no longer any doubt in his mind then where things were heading. The cutter grinned, and then he hefted the youth’s big scrotum and fondled the individual balls within his bag. The teenage boy screamed and bucked his hips and fought with the intensity that only someone about to lose his balls can understand. The entire table shook from his violent struggles!

One of the eunuchs pressed a rag into the boy’s mouth at that point, muffling his cries, and after that the other eunuch grabbed his chin and held his head back, so that the boy was forced to arch his back, jutting his exposed groin upward, into the air. I would have preferred it if we could have done him in the slave yards, in front of a large crowd to add to his humiliation as he lost his balls. But being we were cutting him illegally we needed to be where we were, and the closed shop was the perfect place to get this done. So, while the boy did not have a large audience to cheer him as he lost his balls, nevertheless it didn’t matter all that much.

Of the group of us there, there was keen interest and lots of smiling faces as we watched the sex starved teenager being unmanned. I think the two eunuchs especially enjoyed it. As for the lad being nutted, he was the only one that didn’t enjoy much of the experience, even though he was definitely the center of attention. Close up, he had an amazing body, and was clearly a boy rocketing through puberty, in his sexual prime. Knowing he had planned to deflower my daughter that very night, seeing him tied up and about to be unmanned was a very enjoyable treat for me.

I had asked for a close look at him before he was nutted, and so they pulled his shirt up then, until it was over his face, covering his eyes. Once that was done, I was able to approach the table and see his rock hard cock close up. I will never forget that, seeing the stiffness of the boy’s very long pole and the size of his balls. I reached out and wrapped my fist around the youth’s eleven-inch erection, giving it a few pumps to feel the power of his very impressive manhood.

His chest was totally smooth, and his flat stomach was ripped with horizontal lines of muscle, glistening with sweat from his struggles. Under each arm pit was a patch of black hair, but it wasn’t very thick. His nipples were the size of our smallest coins, and were perked up into little points.

I hefted his nuts then, feeling the boy’s balls and the fullness of his sack. To me it was obvious his huge nuts were full of sperm, and the truth was that if we had not nutted him that night he would have used his cock as a weapon, fucking my innocent daughter and leaving her ruined. I cannot describe my satisfaction of feeling his balls in my fist, his teenage rod jutting upward hard and stiff, anticipating the virgin pussy it would now never find. Every muscle in his body strained against the ropes that held him fast, and the way he jutted and the big purple end of his long cock glistened with his pre-ejaculatory fluids made it obvious that he sure wanted to fuck something!

It was time. I grabbed his cock again while the cutter slipped the loop of leather over his balls, and as he jerked it tight and made the knot of his trade the boy grunted, and then he started bucking his entire body up and down with disbelief. He shook his head side to side too as he felt the bite of the leather, thrusting his rod into my fist with his movements. That seemed somehow appropriate to me, feeling and watching the boy fuck my fist instead of my daughter’s pussy. His cock was rock hard, and he deserved to lose his balls!

As he struggled he tried desperately to sit up, and to jerk his legs downward, trying at the same time to pull them together to protect the essence of his manhood. They were all useless gestures of course, and once his balls were tied his cock seemed to grow even stiffer in my fist, and the big purple end of it got bigger as I watched.

The cutter picked up the knife in his left hand at that point, and hefted the boy’s big scrotum in his right. We all stared. I let go of his cock at that point, and then went back behind the curtain, as I wanted the boy to watch himself being nutted. I don’t know why that was important to me, but it was, and I wanted to see his expression as he watched the cutter steal his balls. So, once I was out of his view they pulled the boys shirt down from his face so he could see again. The boy’s eyes went wide open at that point, as he looked down at the knife and his balls and the eagerness of his own cock. His head was bent forward, his chin on his chest, staring at his rock hard cock and the cutter holding the knife against his balls. The expression on his face was priceless, and I’ll never forget it as long as I live.

It was a moment to savor, between manhood and emptiness, watching a virile teen full of seed struggling with an eager cock jutting upward and ripe for a young girl’s virgin pussy. Now, just seconds from being unmanned, you could see his expression of terror, knowing he was going to spend his life with a limp pole and an empty scrotum, doomed to a future as a neutered nothing, just like a eunuch slave, instead of a life of carefree fucking which he had no doubt been previously anticipating.

The boy looked up and locked eyes with the cutter, and as he did the cutter winked at the boy, and in that instant he pushed in the tip of the blade, so that it went in just above the young man’s right ball. With a curving movement the cutter brought the razor sharp blade downward, under the boy’s ball and slicing open the boy’s teenage bag with the movement. As it was done the teenager thrust his hips upward, and tossed his head back with the pain, and as he did his eyes were open and he grunted.

At the same instant that the cutter was slicing out his ball, the boy’s eighteen year old cock erupted and began to spew out ropes of cream, jetting his seed upward like a fountain, spurting it across his stomach and up between his round little nipples. The first spurt went all the way to his chin, and after that he shot and shot and shot, a huge load of thick cream, and as he shuddered and spewed out his seed my only thought was to give thanks that it had not been squirted into my daughter’s womb. Boy he had a lot of cum!

He came for almost a minute, and you could actually see the muscles in his groin, there between his legs and just in front of his hole pulsating, rhythmically moving in and out, flooding his brain with pleasure even as he was being castrated. It was the strongest and most virulent orgasm I’ve ever seen on any man or any slave, and the way that teen pumped out his goo it was something I’ll never forget. Finally, the boy gasp one more time, and the spurts of seed ended.

What a load!

Just as he finished ejaculating what of course would be his last wad, the cutter moved his hand and severed the exposed ball, and then shifted what remained of his scrotum and went for the other one. The boy’s hen sized egg fell to the floor, and as it did the boy bucked his hips and jerked and grunted, fighting with all he had to keep from losing his last remaining orb. But, his struggles did little to slow things down, and the cutter didn’t hesitate. He pushed in his knife one more time, and made the second cut, and a few seconds later he pushed the boys last remaining ball through the new slit he had made in the youth’s sack. The boy shuddered one last time, and his cock gave one final squirt of white cream, his body’s last and final attempt to fertilize something while he still had sperm to do it with. It all went wasted on his belly, and just as that happened, the cutter moved the knife one final time, and after that it was done. His second big ball went on the floor and joined the first one, and after that it was done and the teenage boy was castrated!

He just collapsed as his balls were taken, and all of his struggles ceased. With nothing left to struggle for, he just lay on the table then, unmoving, his eyes open and staring with disbelief. The cutter took the boy’s shirt and pulled it upward then, so that it once again blocked the boy’s view of where I was hiding. Then without a single word he left, followed by the two eunuchs, and after that it was just the boy and I. He was still tied with his legs up, spread apart oh-so-wide, and the little knot of tied leather and a flat flap of loose skin was all that remained where his balls had been.

His scrotum was now literally just an empty purse. I was thrilled, and I had the pleasure of grinding his big balls individually into the wooden floor with the heel of my boot, leaving nothing but the smear of red meat as a testament to the foolishness of his plan of fucking my only daughter.

It was just six thirty, and as I stared at the newly made eunuch his hole seemed to draw me towards it, and for a reason I do not fully understand I decided to mount him. I had never fucked another male before, but now that he had no balls his hole seemed appealing to me. Besides, he had come here anticipating a fuck, and somehow it now just seemed appropriate to give it to him. And so I did.

I dropped my pants and spit on my cock, which was already hard and wet from watching his castration. I pushed it up against the entrance to his bowels, which he was exposing to me with his legs tied up and out of the way. He started to struggle again, grunting into his gag as he felt my cock poised to penetrate his soul. I didn’t hesitate, in spite of his thrashing, and instead just pushed forward through his ring of muscle, and then I felt the tightness of the boy swallow my rod, giving him all seven inches right to the hilt. Boy he grunted then! I fucked him then, fast and hard, and it felt so damn good and it had been so damn long that I fucked him with a vengeance. He grunted with every thrust of my cock, and when I came it was a huge load, and I enjoyed every single second I was ejaculating my sperm into his hole.

It was one of the best fucks of my life! He felt hot and tight and wet, and his hole seemed to grip my cock and when I was cumming he must have been able to feel it, because he tossed his head back and grunted loudly as I ejaculated into him. I savored that moment, being the dominating male and besting the boy who had dared to chase my daughter and seek her hole. Boy he had sure learned a lesson now!

I didn’t pull out right away, but allowed my cock to feel his warmth until I finally began to lose my erection. I was totally spent, and totally satisfied. I pulled out only then, and then with out much more of a thought to him I pulled up my trousers and left, knowing my daughter would soon find him there, castrated and with another man’s spunk dripping out of his hole. More importantly of course, with his balls smeared like paint across the floor I figured he would no longer be interested in her, at least not as a woman to fuck.

While I wished I could have watched the scene as it unfolded, I knew well to leave and so I did, and I went home and made my alibi, taking my wife out on the city for a night visiting friends and enjoying the clubs. Later, it turned out that she gave me the opportunity to fuck her, and so I did, with a vigor that surprised both her and me. I enjoyed the feeling of her pussy and yet as I pushed my cock in and out of her wetness I could not help but compare the feeling to the boy’s virgin hole I had fucked earlier in the evening. She was not as tight, and it took much longer before my balls finally tightened and I pumped out my seed. Even then, as I ejaculated, my thoughts turned to the boy, and how stiff his young rod had been and how much cream he had shot out of his teenage balls before I had stolen them from him.

I slightly miscalculated what happened next, and I could never have anticipated the interest that a single castration in city of castrations would create, but without any doubt in the days that followed things did not go quite as I had thought they would. My daughter had gone to the boy hoping for his cock, but instead had found the boy all freshly fucked and tied out, the remains of his balls smeared across the wooden floor. It had devastated her. The authorities had been called, and the boy interviewed, and that had all gone as I thought it would.

My miscalculation was that I had figured there would be little interest in the case, because the boy was an unimportant street urchin and he had no family to push his cause. I had also figured there would only be a short investigation, but with no witnesses and the boy unable to identify his perpetrators, I assumed that after a week or so the case would grow old and slowly be forgotten.

But I was wrong. My plan had been to just go back to work and act as if nothing had happened, and that’s exactly what I did. But I hadn’t counted on my wife’s anger and my daughter being totally distraught. The two of them kept stirring the pot, trying to push the authorities to find the perpetrators. It became their passion, and I could do nothing to persuade them to let it go. About the third day after the boy had been nutted and raped, the Ayzintion City newspaper wrote an extensive article about the crime, and they gave the boy’s life story. After that it was big news everywhere in the city, and everyone it seems had feelings for the boy and what had been done to him. People wanted revenge, and their feelings ran strong. The council responded and lent money to the investigation, and more agents were added as they searched for clues.

There was nothing I could do at that point, but what I had thought would be an unnoticed crime was instead one of the biggest events in the cities history, and the response was way out of proportion to what had been done. Still, it seemed everyone was talking about it.

Of course, I continued go to work as usual, pretending nothing was out of the ordinary. I kept an eye towards the store where the boy had worked, and it remained closed for about a week. I expected a new employee to open it at any time, but then, without any fanfare, one day the new eunuch boy just returned and opened the shop almost as if nothing had happened. My daughter continued to see him too, but from my perspective he was no longer a threat, although his interest in her seemed to continue unabated. Even so, I knew that would eventually change, and with him a eunuch I didn’t see the need to protest her interest in him at that point either any longer of course, and so I let her go to him as much as she wanted.

Still, the paper pushed the story, even when there was no more story to tell. My wife suspected something was amiss, and told the investigators as much. I was questioned of course, because she had told them I did not like the boy and I was certainly a suspect because of her statements. Luckily I had been pretty careful, and so I denied everything, and of course the boy had no idea and there was nothing he had seen that could implicate me. But still she pushed the authorities and demanded they expand their search for those that had done the deed.

The entire thing was out of hand as far as I was concerned, and I could hardly fathom how a street urchin losing his balls had turned into such a big deal, especially in a city were thousands of men lose their balls every year. But it had, and it seemed everyone in the city wanted to catch whoever had castrated the boy and fucked him in his ass. Yeah, everybody was looking, looking for me.

I was scared of course, but still, as the days stretched onward I became more confident, and hopeful. The truth was that the boy didn’t know enough to implicate me.

But, then, fourteen days to the day after I had committed the crime, the authorities arrested me. I never saw it coming, and they took me away at work in front of a fairly large crowd of people. I was charged with forcible sexual assault, as well as arranging for an illegal castration, and either charge was serious enough that if I got convicted it would almost certainly cost me my balls. I didn’t see that they had any real evidence however, and I knew for certain that I had not been seen by the boy. Nevertheless, I can’t say I wasn’t worried.

As soon as my arrest was discovered, hundreds of people gathered outside of where I was being held, demanding my castration. A few even demanded my execution. I was THE NEWS, and the people were angry, and the city paper covered everything.

As for the trial, I had a choice of a full jury trial, or a trial presided over by a single councilman. I opted for the latter, thinking that my friend who worked within the council’s circle would better be able to help me if, and from my perspective with everyone in the city calling for my punishment even before I had been tried, I didn’t see that a jury trial would give me much of a chance. My own balls were at stake and it was not a good feeling!

Still, I wasn’t stupid and knew enough to hire a good attorney. There is a big difference in having one and not, and I had plenty of money so getting the best should not have been a problem. However, I had not counted on the wrath of my wife. When I had tried to hire my attorney she had refused to make the initial payment and when I asked her to come to me she didn’t. So I had no way to reach her and with me behind bars I had no way to get things done and with the publicity that had been generated all of my friends had disappeared. I needed help from someone, but my friends were unwilling to even see me, and I had no visitors after I was arrested. I wrote a note begging my wife to come and talk with me, but I was told she had refused to even read it, and it was obvious at that point that our marriage was in a shambles and she was not going to help me out of this.

Worse, if I ended up getting castrated, the house and my property would all become hers, and I’d be left with nothing, and now knowing she was not behind me it was clear her motives would not be to my benefit. It was not a good position to be in, knowing she was hoping I’d lose my balls so she could dissolve the marriage and keep all of our joint assets.

Without her help, all I could do was to request one of the city attorneys to be assigned to me. The attorney that I was given was very young and inexperienced and from my perspective he offered no real help. I considered being honest with him, but I still didn’t see anyway they could actually tie the crime to me, as I had been fairly careful to cover my tracks. Consequently, I made a slight miscalculation and decided to lie to him, and told him I was innocent, hoping that his belief in me would strive him to work harder on my behalf.

I asked him to at least research the charges and the evidence against me, but if he did he didn’t do a very good job of it. I think he might have just wanted me nutted for all I know, and he certainly didn’t seem all that pleased to have been assigned to defend me. Of course, with all of the publicity, I was already convicted in the public’s mind, and from their perspective my balls should have already been taken.

What he told me was that as far as he could tell they did not have a lot of hard evidence and the main thing that was driving my arrest was my wife’s anger at me and her accusations that I had been involved. However, he did say that the cutter had been caught, and he had already admitted his guilt and had said I was not involved. And while I wasn’t happy he had been found, at least he hadn’t implicated me, and so there was reason to be hopeful. Still, while an angry wife might not be enough to get me convicted, an angry cutter certainly could.

I tried to think of what else they could have against me. My attorney told me it was his impression my wife had been the one that had me arrested, and her acquisitions seemed central to the case. But she didn’t really know anything, so I felt pretty confident. There was still the issue with the two eunuchs I had hired, but they were not from the city and I had paid them well to leave immediately and never return, and I assumed that they had. So, as far as I could see, it all rested on the cutter.

I found out the next afternoon that the cutter and I were going to be tried together, and while that was a complication, it didn’t directly tie me to the case, and since my attorney had talked with him and I had not been implicated, I couldn’t see that the cutter had anything to gain by doing so at the trial. Still, it was not a welcome bit of news that we were going to be tried together, and how they had found the cutter I had no idea. But at this point all I could hope was that he would not testify against me.

On the day of the trial the room was packed. My arms were tied behind my back, and I was seated next to the cutter, who was tied in a similar fashion. Next to me, the twenty year old looked like a kid, and it somehow seemed strange to think that we were fighting for our balls. Of course, we had not been allowed to talk to one another, and now in front of everyone there was no opportunity. There is nothing worse than sitting in front of a room packed with your life long friends, associates, and family, accused of cutting off the balls of an innocent teenage boy and raping him afterwards. I was so ashamed words cannot describe my feelings but I did my best to look like an innocent man.

Since it was a council trial and not a jury trial, the decision would come down to the single councilman that presided over things. I figured that with my friend working in his office, I had something going for me, but I guess I slightly miscalculated in that regard. I do remember thinking that my friend would protect me, and he had his own motives to do so. For one thing, he had arranged the cutter, and if that came out he too would lose his balls. Consequently, knowing I could expose him in a minute, I was pretty confident he’d be working hard to get me out of this.

Now, all trials in the city are run in accordance to council procedures, and the witnesses are called and their stories are heard. It’s a fairly simple process, and afterwards the decision is made and that is all there is to it.

As the accused, I was offered a chance to testify on my behalf, if I chose. While I wasn’t required to say anything, I didn’t see any reason not to. So, with my balls at stake, I tried to tell the most convincing tale I could, that I had nothing to do with what had happened to the boy. I speculated that he should not have been in the closed store and I guessed that when he had been caught there someone had decided to punish him for breaking into it. I swore under oath that I had nothing to do with it, that I was elsewhere when it had happened, and that I thought it was ridiculous that I had been implicated. Then I talked about how my wife and I had went out on the city the very evening he was castrated, and mentioned the clubs we had visited and specific friends that had seen me as proof that I wasn’t lying.

When I finished I expected to be questioned, but I wasn’t. That surprised me. Nevertheless, I was happy with my testimony, and as I sat down I figured I had been pretty convincing. And, now that the cutter had heard my story, I knew that he knew what he had to say.

It was his turn next, and as one of the accused he did not have to talk and I hoped he wouldn’t. But, he volunteered to tell his did of things. Of course, unlike me, the boy had seen him up close, and looked at him eye to eye as the knife had been brought into play. I was therefore not surprised that he did not deny that he had cut the boy, saying only that someone very high up in the city had ordered it done and he had only done what he was told to do. He didn’t elaborate, nor did he try and give out any names.

The prosecutor wasn’t happy with that, and he began to push him though for more details. The cutter claimed it was his impression that the castration had been ordered by the council, and he claimed unequivocally that he would never have agreed otherwise. That caused quite a stir. The prosecutor pressed further for a name and it was clear the cutter was very reluctant to give it out. My attorney tried to get the line of questioning stopped, and objected to the harassment of the witness, but the judge overruled him. Of course, the councilman who was presiding over the trial was very interested in who on the council might have authorized the deed.

Forced to answer the question, the cutter claimed that he “couldn’t recall” the specific person that was “high up” and that had told him to “castrate the boy.” Then, the councilman judging the trial lost his patience.

“Young man, make no mistake here. As a councilman, your accusations are very serious. If true, and the council authorized the boy’s castration, then you will undoubtedly be able to keep your balls and I’ll personally insure the charges against you are dropped. But if untrue, you violated your license as a cutter, and in that case I can guarantee you will be unmanned. So if you have a name, I highly suggest you give it! What is the name of the councilman that authorized you to castrate a non-slave?”

The cutter’s face was white, and he talked in a whisper. It was obvious he was scared shitless, and now his balls were on the line, and it had all come down to a name. Shaking, the cutter slowly whispered the name of my friend.

“Hans. Hans Kadoff. He contacted me and authorized the castration.”

The judge’s face flushed red, and he looked angry. Then he said: “Hans? Hans Kadoff is not a councilmen! He has no authority to authorize an illegal castration! He put you up to this?”

The cutter’s face was snow white, and I thought he might faint. He had been lied to by Hans, and his eyes went wide open then as he realized what it meant. His voice cracked, and then he said: “Well, all I know is he called me, and told me the council wanted the boy nutted. And, I just did what I was told.”

The room was totally quiet. The cutter looked so damn nervous, and then he started babbling, and his hands were shaking, and then he looked up at the judge and started begging, begging him not to take his balls, saying he was just a young cutter, new to the trade, and had only done what he had been ordered to do. He never looked at me at any time.

He was in tears at that point, but at least he had not fingered me, although he had fingered my friend and that wasn’t a good thing. But then, before they let him sit down one of the government prosecutors asked him one final very direct question: “Did your co-defendant, the man seated at the table next to you, participate in the castration you performed or take any actions related to it?”

My heart pounded in my chest as I waited for the answer. He looked at me, and stared through my soul. Then he shook his head side to side, and said: “Ahhh, no. No…I don’t really think he had much to do with it, but I don’t know exactly. He was the one I was told to contact for the details of what had to be done. But I’d have to say no to your question I guess, because he only watched what was done before he paid me for doing it.”

The room erupted. The councilman who was judging the hearing rapped a gavel into the desk he was seated behind to quiet the room. OH GOD I WAS FUCKED! NO! After that I was scared shitless, and everything began to unravel, and then things went from bad to worse and after that I was screwed.

The cutter was allowed to take his seat then, and as he did the doors in the back of the hearing room opened and in walked the one of the two eunuchs that had held the boy we castrated down while it was being done to him! I had paid him well to leave the city! NO! I think my face went white when I saw him! How they had found the eunuch I have no idea, but he was certainly here now, and I knew then without doubt things were not going my way.

But then, with the eunuch in the courtroom, they called the boy who had been castrated to the stand. He told the story pretty much as it happened. The only surprising thing was that he said that after his balls had been cut out of his scrotum, and while he was being raped he had caught a glimpse of the left hand of the man who had fucked him. He said there had been a tiny slit in his shirt, and through it he had seen the ring there, because the man was holding his hips as he had done his fucking. The ring was on the left hand and the boy said he had a real good look at it.

Then he described it. He said his rapist wore a ring that had a snake carved into its surface, and there were two tiny red rubies imbedded in the gold band that made up the snake’s eyes. Of course, his description perfectly matched my unusual wedding band, which my wife and bought for me years before, and as he described it I know my face went white.

Of course, they paused then to enter my wedding band into evidence, which the boy positively identified as the same one he has seen when he was being penetrated by a man’s cock after he had been nutted. Of course, that pretty much physically tied me to the boy’s rape and I could feel my balls tighten up within my pants. I was going to lose them! The boy also of course had got a good look at the cutter, and he positively identified the man next to me as the one who had cut out his balls. The boy said that he was sure there were four people who had castrated him, but one of them had been hidden and he had only seen his ring. That said, he also pointed out the eunuch that had just entered the room, as one of the two individuals who had tied him up and held him down for his castration. As for the person he didn’t see, he told about how his face had been covered while the unknown individual had felt his balls and stroked his cock. As the boy told his story, every eye in the room was staring at me.

The eunuch I had hired was next on the stand. Eunuchs normally do not testify against intact men, but sometimes exceptions are made and this obviously was the case now. Before the questions began, the judge said this to him:

“Slave, you are about to testify against two men accused of an illegal castration. You yourself are also charged with participating in the same crime. However, for revealing the truth today the council has offered you total and complete amnesty for your testimony. But, if you lie, and that lie is discovered, or if you fail to answer any question put to you, then you will forfeit your amnesty, and with it your cock, and afterwards you will spend the reset of your life in prison serving the inmates as a sexual slave. Do you understand the offer we have made to you and the consequences if you lie?”

God! They offered him immunity to rat me out! Oh GOD! Where they had found the eunuch I had no idea, but he was certainly here and he was obviously scared shitless. Of course without fear of prosecution, he told the story, from his perspective, about how I had hired him, along with another eunuch, how much I had paid them, and what I had had them do. He told about tying up the boy, about putting up the curtain so that I could stay hidden, and about pulling up the boy’s shirt so I could approach him without the boy seeing me. He told it all, spilling his guts in front of everyone. By the time he was done, I knew I was convicted and there was no hope left.

Almost to emphasize that point, my attorney leaned over to me, and whispered into my right ear: “You lied to me. That lie will cost you a lot more than your balls.”

I stared straight ahead, as everything unraveled. But the prosecutors weren’t done, and they had more, and they wanted it all out. My daughter was brought up after that, telling how much I hated the boy, and how I had objected to her seeing him. There was no way to discredit her testimony, and as she cried on the stand and testified about my motive, I knew I was as good as nutted. I thought about running, but there was nowhere really to go, and with my arms tied behind my back I would never get out of the courtroom. I was screwed, and it was not a good feeling.

I couldn’t see any point in continuing. They had clearly proven their case, but of course, they had an agenda and they wanted the maximum sentence. As I was having those thoughts the door opened in the back of the room and they dragged in Hans Kadoff! His arms were tied behind his back, and he looked scared and it was clear that he had been arrested. As they put him on the witness stand he stared at me, and then they went after him with a vengeance. He was scared, and clearly he knew his own balls were on the line.

He broke down and cried, and tried to put all of the blame on me. He claimed it was all my idea, and explained how I had asked him for a favor and we had been long time friends and so he relented. He said he never thought any harm would be done, and he claimed he didn’t think the boy would actually be castrated. In fact, he said at the time he just thought it was a big joke.

But, under questioning, he admitted that he had approached the new cutter and had told him that the council had authorized the castration, and he also admitted that he did not have council authority to authorize anything. With that admission, I knew it was over for him as well. The judge confirmed my thoughts, when he said: “You will be remanded into custody, and after this trial is over we will consider an appropriate punishment for your actions. Unless there are any questions, this court is done with you for now.”

They held my wife for their last witness, and as expected she was merciless in her condemnation of me. She called me an animal, one that deserved to lose his balls and she hoped the court would show no mercy. She outright stated in front of everyone that true justice wouldn’t be done unless my own balls were taken and my hole was violated. And she didn’t mince any words when she said it.

“Castrate him! That’s what he deserves! Take his balls and make sure he is forced to spread his legs and feel what its like to have his ass forcibly raped. He raped a beautiful, innocent non-slave boy and he deserves to have his own ass raped as well! I mean it! You hear me? He deserves to be castrated and raped, and I sure as hell hope that’s his fate. I’m finished with him!”

It was done at that point, and then the judge set a recess and left to make his decision. As it turned out, it took him only fifteen minutes before he came back. Of course, I was convicted of all charges. The cutter was convicted of the illegal castration, but the councilman found him innocent of the rape.

Right after the judge announced the verdicts he said: “Gag the prisoners. I do not want to listen to them after I have read them their sentences. They’ve said their last words to me as men.”

With that, a rag was stuffed in my mouth and a cord tied around my head, so that I could not speak, and then the same thing was done to the cutter next to me. Two guards held onto my arms, and I stood there then, with everyone watching, while the judge announced our fates to us.

He looked at the cutter, and then he said: “You violated your license, and when you were contacted and asked to do an illegal castration you performed it without questioning the source or the reason behind it. You do not deserve to be a cutter in the city, and I hearby revoke your license forevermore. As to the balls you stole from an innocent boy, there is no way to put them back in his bag. Consequently, I sentence you to be taken from this place, and on the nearest Saturday upcoming be publically castrated in order to avenge your crime.”

The cutter started crying, and his eyes were wide open as he realized he was going to be unmanned.

Then, it was my turn, and I already knew my own balls were history. The judge then stared at me and said: “You have violated the laws of the city, and have arranged for an innocent and free boy to be illegally castrated. Then, afterwards, you dared to rape your victim, using his young hole for your pleasure. And, finally, you had the gall to walk into my courtroom and make up a bunch of lies as if you had done nothing wrong. Well, the truth is there is no punishment adequate for what you have done. True justice requires you to understand what you did, and perhaps learn from it, but I don’t think that is really possible in your case. But at least I can make sure that you serve as an example for others, to keep them from making the same mistakes.”

“You are hereby sentenced to be taken from this place, and on the nearest Saturday upcoming be publically castrated. Afterwards, your teeth are to be removed from your mouth, and then for a period of time not less than twenty continuous years, you will be incarcerated at the City Youth Male Reformatory, where you will serve the young inmates. Each day you will be tied in such a manner that your legs will be spread and your hole exposed. For the next twenty years you will be required to satisfy those young men with whatever hole you may possess or which they may wish to use and no less than once each day they desire it.”

I was stunned! I was not only going to lose my balls, but I’d also spend the majority of my life getting fucked by teenage boys, with my legs tied out and my hole greased and open while the young inmates pounded my ass and mouth whenever they felt the urge to do so.

I tried to protest, as the realization of what had been done to me took hold, but there was nothing I could say with the rag stuffed in my mouth. All I could do was grunt into my gag and my eyes went wide with the realization that my life was over. I’d be an old man by the time I got out, with a stretched hole and a toothless mouth. I was doomed!

I know I was in shock. But my wife grinned as the sentence was read, and I tried to surge forward to protest but my hands were tied and I was immediately jerked backward, and then dragged out of the courtroom. As they were taking me away someone started to clap, and there was a thunderous applause as they dragged me from the room and to the cell that would hold me until it was time for my balls to be taken.

About four hours after my sentence had been given to me, Hans Kadoff was tossed in the cell with the cutter and I. He too was going to lose his balls, and he wasn’t very happy about it. But clearly, we were being used to set an example in the city, and anyone even thinking about castrating a non-slave would certainly have second thoughts after we were punished.

Saturday came way too quickly of course. Just before noon, we were tied well, so that our hands were secured in front of us, and leg shackles were added to our ankles. Then, we were taken to the area it would be done. There was a huge crowd there, as there always is when a prisoner is being nutted, but our case of course was infamous by now and it looked like the entire city had come out to watch. The crowd was enormous and eager. Prisoner castrations are always different and very well attended, and I had been living in the city and had seen my share of them so I knew what was going to happen. Even so, it did not make it any easier.

Slaves get castrated every day, but it is the expectation for them, and they know growing up that it can happen to them at any time. They are bred for it, and in some ways they expect it. And, when they are done, they are sliced fast, with a razor sharp knife, to minimize their discomfort and to aid in the rapid healing. Not so of course when a prisoner is being nutted, and for those castrations the goals are different, although the final outcome is similar.

When a prisoner is done the crowds always are eager, grinning really, anxious to watch the men cut and to see them cry out as they lose their balls. In contrast, when a slave is done those watching often grimace, and feel for the boy being unmanned. But when a prisoner is being nutted the crowd roars their approval with every slice of the knife. With every grunt, and every yell the crowd feeds upon the man’s pain, which those watching perceive as part of his just punishment.

Needless to say, knowing what was coming did not make it easy, and yet I was powerless to prevent what was my fate. When it was time the three of us were stripped naked, and then dragged up to the platform where we would be done. We were tossed over a rail, side by side, and then our hands were secured to rings in the floor, so that our hips rested on the bar and our arms were stretched outward.

The chain that had secured our ankles was separated by a link in the middle, so that it was an easy matter then to pull the chains apart and stretch our legs wide open, so at that point we were each standing, bent over the rail, out legs making an inverted “V” and our nuts ripe for the picking. In that position I was well aware of my exposed balls which were hanging down like plumbs, and it was clear from the looks in the crowd that they were eager for it all to begin.

Tied that way, we were looking out into the crowd, and I began to recognize faces in the sea of humanity that had come out to watch. The boy we had castrated was there, in the front, along with my grinning wife and daughter. They too were clearly anxious to see me getting castrated, and seeing them there angered me. It was so unfair! Lots of my friends and co-workers had come as well, and the overall giddiness in the crowd made it plainly apparent they felt we deserved our fate. They were literally eager to watch our unmanning! No!

Of course, none of us were eager, but we were tied out naked and gagged, and the truth was that there was nothing we could do but just wait for the knife. The cutter was in his thirties, and he wore a leather hood which added a mystery to his presence. He also wore a leather thong and it was stuffed with a giant package, and clearly he was a man among men and his cock and balls had to have been huge. He was also ripped with muscle, and it was obvious from the hair on his chest he was a strong, powerful man, and the way the pouch bulged with his big balls he was proud of his package. He radiated confidence, and appeared to be a man who knew what he was doing, and there was no doubt at all he was going to enjoy besting us, ending our life as men forever as he stole the balls we carried between our legs.

He did the cutter first. I watched him take the leather tie, and hold it up to the crowd, and then he went behind the twenty year old and slipped the noose up over his balls. Just before he pulled it tight, he removed the man’s gag, and then a second later he jerked the leather string and closed off his balls. The man I had hired as a cutter screamed, the realization perhaps that it was his turn now crystal clear. He started thrashing, moving the entire rail. I saw the knife held up to the crowd, and then it was done.

The big man in leather sawed the twenty year old’s balls off, very slowly, working that serrated blade down through the top of his scrotum, oh so slowly. I’ve never heard a man scream like I heard it then, the man next to me screaming like an animal, in total panic. He screamed and screamed and screamed, and jerked and thrashed with all of his might. It went on for quite some time, and as he did I stared out into the crowd and felt the rail shaking beneath me. It took almost a full minute to complete his castration, and afterwards there was a huge applause. It was then that I looked down and noticed the lines of white semen in front of the rail, where the twenty year old had squirted out his final load as the knife had unmanned him.

They did Kadoff next. He was forty-five years old, with a belly, and his balls were round and fat and hung down between his legs in a firm little pouch. His cock above them was about five inches, thick and jutting, and he had a lot of hair on his legs and scrotum and above his cock. He sure didn’t want to lose his balls! As soon as his nuts were tied he started begging, and was still begging when they started on him with the knife. At that point he screamed, a piercing hideous scream that radiated out across the crowd as he felt that serrated knife cutting off his entire scrotum. Boy he sure didn’t like that! He jerked and struggled and fought, but in the end of course it made no difference, and than finally it was done. He too had ejaculated during his castration, and there was literally a puddle of his seed beneath his legs where he had shot out his wad in front of everyone.

Then, it was my turn.

I closed my eyes, tight, and swore to myself that no matter how much it hurt I would not call out. I did not want to give anyone in the crowd that satisfaction, especially my wife, and so I bit my lip and prepared myself for what was to come. I made a slight miscalculation though, because it was not I that was in control, and the man who was going to nut me was very good at what he did. He of course had no intention of letting me quietly be castrated. What I forgot was that the crowd needed to be satisfied with my punishment.

The gag was jerked free, and I sucked in a lungful of air. I had the brief thought I should yell out and at least chastise my wife for her betrayal, but before I could really contemplate that thought I felt the loop of leather being slipped up over my nuts. I closed my eyes tighter, and swore then to myself that no matter what it felt like, I wasn’t going to move or yell.

Just as I made that promise to myself, there was this sudden sharp stabbing pain that totally caught me off guard. It was like I had been kicked hard in the nuts, and as I felt it my mouth came open and I cried out, the pain so stunning and so unexpected I cannot describe it. OH GOD IT HURT!

The man castrating me laughed, and then he pulled down on the knotted leather string after making his tie, hard. He had cinched off my balls, and it hurt like hell! I bit my lip and fought harder to stay quiet, but then he popped his fist into my bound nuts and I cried out again.

“ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!”

OH FUCK THAT HURT! He hit me again in the balls, and I started begging then, and as I did the crowd started to laugh as they listened to me beg. Then the cutter said: “That’s it boy—BEG! BEG FOR YOUR BALLS! OR BETTER YET, beg me to castrate you!”

I tried to stay quiet, but when I refused to speak he hit my balls again, slamming his fist into my bound nuts so hard I couldn’t help but grunt and scream out from the pain.

I think he punched my scrotum a half dozen times then, one after the other, until I was yelling and begging and screaming like a crazed animal. I was jerking and shaking the rail I was tied over, and the chains rattled as my feet jerked against them. There was nothing I could do to stop the torment, and I begged for mercy then, begged him with all I had for him to stop. I hated myself for doing so, but my balls hurt too damn much and there was no alternative. Oh how he laughed!

Then he said: “You want me to stop? Why should I? You deserve this, and everyone knows it too! Maybe we should keep doing this for an hour, and then nut you? Would you like that?”

Then he hit me again, harder, and my nuts just seem to explode in pain, and I realized of course that the pain would never end as long as they hung between my legs. OH GOD! He punched my nuts again, and then again, and after that I started babbling. I begged him then, begged him to stop and just do it, to cut off my balls. I begged him to cut me, to steal my nuts, to get it done and to castrate me!

“PLEASE CASTRATE ME!!” I screamed, and as I did the crowd roared their approval.

By that point my nuts had betrayed me and I had long given up on the pretext that I could keep silent. He laughed again, and the crowd laughed with him. They were enjoying my misery! OH FUCK I FOUGHT THEN SO DAMN HARD!

“LET’S HERE AN APOLOGY….LET’S HERE IT!” he said, and then he punched my bag again, and then again.

It was way too much, and my voice cracked and then I screamed out in front of everyone: “I’M SORRY! I’m SORRY! I DESERVE IT! TAKE MY BALLS! TAKE THEM AND MAKE ME PAY FOR MY CRIMES!”

But still he didn’t castrate me. Instead, he hit my nuts again, twice as hard and one more time, and I gasped, and my eyes went wide open with the disbelief of what was being done to me. I screamed out then for all I was worth to please just cut them off.

“TAKE THEM! TAKE THEM! CUT OFF MY BALLS! PLEASE, JUST DO IT. PLEASE, I DESERVE IT! CASTRATE ME! NOW!!!!!!”

Then I heard him say “OK. As you wish. You’re right; you certainly deserve it, and we might as well get it done. You’ve been allowed to keep them way too long as it is.”

Then, out of nowhere the burn increased a thousand times, and as I thrashed and fought the feeling went through my entire body, and for the next minute or so of my life there was nothing else in the world but his knife and my balls and my balls and his knife. He didn’t hurry, and just slowly took his time sawing off my bullocks. OH GOD IT HURT SO DAMN BAD!

I jerked with every muscle in my body and screamed like an animal, my voice shrieking out at full volume and at such a high pitch that it did not sound human. He was castrating me!

He laughed as he sawed off my balls and the crowd laughed with him as they watched me jerk and fight like only a man being nutted can. I could feel every stroke of the knife, and then I felt my cock ejaculating, my load of cream jetting out of me even as I screamed and fought and struggled against the knife that was taking my balls. It was the most painful experience of my entire life, and the most humiliating one as well, and the crowd roared their approval, clearly happy to see me finally being punished for what I had done!

I don’t really remember all that much after that. After he took my balls I went limp, and with the reason to struggle stolen from me everything after that just seemed unimportant. I do remember the sharp pain when they cauterized the spot where my balls had hung, and there was another searing pain and a burst of laughter when they pushed a red hot nail through the end of my cock. I hadn’t expected that, but they pushed that piece of iron through the head of my dick, down from the top, and then they gave my dick a half twist, and folded my soft pole in half and punched the nail through my cock in the middle. Once that was done, they bent the iron nail around and back onto itself, so that my cock was twisted and bent in half. My dick was ruined, and no matter what happened in my future I’d stay soft as limp as a piece of wet macaroni. The iron nail was quenched with water, and after that there was no way to remove it, and with it in place it insured I’d never fuck anything again as long as I lived.

I don’t really remember them taking me off the rail, or being dragged to the cell, but sometime later I was lying on a straw mattress not daring to move as the emptiness and pain radiated from between my legs where my balls had been stolen. The pain in my groin was intense, and they gave me nothing for it. All I could do was lay on the straw mattress and hold my legs still. I had a few visitors, which just came to gawk.

Some men came later that night and held me down, and then one of them used a large iron pincher to remove my teeth one by one. I was way to weak to fight them, and all I could do was suffer the pain as they turned my mouth into a sex hole for the reformatory youth I had been sentenced to serve.

Two weeks later I was pretty much healed, and then one afternoon they came for me. I was shaved smooth, from the top of my head to my legs, around my hole and under my arms. The sex hair above my prickle was pulled out by the roots. Of course, with my balls gone I knew that it would never grow back, at least not with the thickness that I had grown accustomed to as a man. That too was humiliating and painful, but they didn’t care. I was given an enema, and scrubbed with lye soap, and then totally naked and with my hands once again tied behind me, I was transported by ox cart to the youth reformatory, where I was going to spend the next 20 years. Everyone I passed on the way laughed at me, and many clapped as the cart went by them.

When I arrived at the place where the worst of the cities youth were incarcerated, I expected to get some kind of a briefing and at least be given some clothes to wear. But that turned out to be yet another slight miscalculation, as they had no intention of me wearing anything. Instead, right away I was taken to a large room off the main recreation ward, and secured over a wooden box like structure that was clearly made for the purpose. My arms and head were placed in a set of wooden stocks, so that I could not move my head in any direction. Once the two boards were locked together, my head and wrists were trapped and immobile, and after that there was nothing I could do but stare straight ahead.

My wrists were locked solidly next to my head, and it was impossible to do anything with my arms at all. The rest of my body was laying over a padded wooden platform, almost like a short narrow table top, that ended at my waist. On the sides there was a place to put my knees, so that they were under me, and my rear was positioned about four feet off the floor and jutting upward, into the air, almost as if it was seeking an eager cock. I was bent over, and with my knees to my sides and under me, and with my legs spread as far apart as they could go, my hole was open to the air. The way I was trussed out my mouth and my ass were both at the perfect height to be fucked by a teenage male standing in front of or behind me and it was immediately clear to me that I was literally being turned into a eunuch fucktoy. I was trussed out and spread open just for the pleasure of the teenage boys sentenced there. With leather straps holding me in position, and with my ass up in the air, there was nothing I could really do but just wait for them to start fucking me.

One of the staff came in the room after I was secured, and went around and stood in front of me so I was looking at him. Then he said: “Your punishment is your own doing, so accept it and learn from it. You will spend six hours a day satisfying the boys in this institution, and if you don’t do as you are told I’ll make it longer. On special days, such as Christmas, you’ll entertain the boys for two sessions, once in the morning and again in the evening. Luckily for you, that won’t happen very often. Get used to it. There are a lot of horny boys here, and it’s important to keep them focused. You’re about to become their favorite entertainment.”

I stared at him, his words registering. I pinched closed my hole out of fear, and I know my face went white.

He laughed, and then, he walked behind me so I could not see him, but then I felt him insert something in my ass, and he pushed it inside of me in spite of my effort to keep my hole closed. It was cold, and then I felt something warm pouring into my rectum, and as I did he said: “This is some oil. Your hole is very tight, and this will get your ass ready for its first cock. After the boys start filling you with their seed, you won’t need the lube anymore. In a few weeks time, your hole will stretch and you will easily accommodate any pole. I suggest you enjoy the fucks. You fucked an innocent boy. Payback’s hell they say, and you are about to learn that teenage boys fuck with a vengeance.”

He pulled the oil funnel out of my ass, and then gave my naked rear a hard slap. A few seconds later I heard a very loud bell being rung, and as it reverberated through the reform school I heard the official yell out as loud as he could: “THE HOLE IS NOW OPEN! ENJOY YOURSELVES!”

Then, there was a huge cheer, and then right in front of me the boys came through the open door, one after the other and then more and more and more of them. They had been outside, lined up and waiting, and they were eager! The group was large, and it grew larger over the next few hours, and a few seconds after that for the first time in my life I felt a cock penetrate my ass. At the same time another boy jerked the front of his pants down and then pushed his eager rod into my mouth, and without my teeth there was nothing I could do but just feel his cock sliding into me. And so it went, cock after cock and load after load, while each boy fucked me until his nuts exploded and he ejaculated his pent up load of semen into me. For six hours I swallowed teenage sperm, and by the time the bell was rung and the announcement was made “THAT’S IT. THE HOLE IS CLOSED FOR TODAY” I was totally exhausted. I was taken to my cell, and for the rest of the night I vomited sperm and felt the boys’ cream dripping out of my ass.

Sometime late in the evening six older teenagers came to my cell along with one of the officials from the institution. I was told the boys were assigned to mentor me, and that I would cooperate with them in every way. The boys then shaved my body again from the top to the bottom, including around my hole and over my cock, even though for the most part there was nothing to shave. I was given some tea to drink, and a very light supper that consisted of mashed vegtables. Afterwards, finally, they let me fall in bed.

The next morning they woke me up early, and I was fed a very light breakfast of oatmeal. They then forced me to run around the inner quadrangle after that, doing laps for almost 45 minutes, until I was covered with sweat and exhausted. Next, I was made to lift weights for almost an hour until every muscle ached.

By then, I was getting hungry, and I was exhausted. That’s when the oldest of them, a boy with bright red hair, said: “You are out of shape, and you have excess weight we want you to lose. Your diet will be controlled, and you will get plenty of protein in the afternoons, so we just need to supplement that to keep you trim and fit and ripe for fucking.”

FUCK! I was literally on a sperm diet!

They laughed as I had that realization, and then they told me their job was to make sure I stayed in shape and they were working hard to make sure I did.

Then, just before my next “pleasure time” they pulled me into a shower area and hosed me down, taking turns scrubbing me with a brush and strong lye soap. I was then bent over and given an enema.

After that, six boys in charge of me marched me to the restraint rack, and once again they told me to get in position so they could secure me in place. I did not want to go there, and so I hesitated, and thought for a second of resisting them, but then the oldest boy said: “Don’t even think of fighting us. If you do we’ll strap you down anyway, even if we have to get help to do it, and then they will stripe your ass with the whip until it’s raw. In the end you’ll get fucked just the same. Only if they have to force you, you spend all day in here.”

He was right of course. I might be able to fight off two or three of them, but I’d never be able to fight off the entire prison population, and the boys in the youth prison would never allow me to refuse my holes to them. I had been sentenced to service them, and they would insure that I did. And so reluctantly I mounted the table, spreading my legs and bringing up my knees. It was totally humiliating, but I could see no other choice.

I let them put me back into the stocks, and secure my spread legs and get my hole trussed out and open. After that I was lying there tied out and ready for the boys again, when the superintendent of the reformatory dropped by. He ran his hands over my naked body, examining how well the boys had cleaned me up and shaved me smooth. Then, satisfied, he said matter of factly: “Remember this. The six boys that are assigned to your care own you, and you will do as you are told. And, remember that they have unlimited fuck privileges and you will not refuse any of them, no matter where you are, what you or doing, or what time of the day it is. For those six lucky young men, they can empty their wad into any hole of yours they want, whenever they want. Remember that or I’ll personally see to it that the skin on your ass is whipped right off and I’ll double your next fuck session after doing it. Do you understand me?”

I nodded, and said that I did. My face was red with shame, and I felt like a prison whore. In a way, that’s what I had become.

He walked behind me then, and I felt him shove two fingers deep into my hole, and as he did he said: “You won’t need any oil today. You’re stretching nicely. In another week or two you will find the biggest cocks won’t cause you any pain.”

He pulled his fingers out then, and a few minutes later, I heard the big bell ringing, and someone yelled down the hall: “THE HOLE IS NOW OPEN! ENJOY YOURSELVES!”

And so it goes, day after day and night after night. I serve the boys every afternoon for six straight hours, and on weekends I am made to spread my legs for an extra two hours before they go to bed at night. There are 216 inmates at the reformatory, and they all fuck me, regularly, and I’ve learned to know them by the size of their cocks, the thickness of their seed, and the way they make their final thrusts when they ejaculate.

The ages of the boys range from about thirteen all the way to twenty, and all of them are shooting through puberty. A few of them look like ten year old boys, although I’ve been told the youngest in the place is at least thirteen. Still, even so, there are a few boys in here that have no hair above their prickles. But they too fuck me, and because their prickles are thin and smaller, I do not fear them as much as the bigger boys.

There are a few boys with huge dicks, and all of them fuck hard and fast. I don’t know why they have to do it with such intensity, but they do, thrusting like animals almost as if by doing it that way they could somehow make me pregnant. They don’t care if they hurt me or not, as my feelings are clearly not important to them. But, they fuck me hard, and keep, and they shoot big loads of sperm when they cum.

That’s another thing that I’ve learned. Boys start producing bigger loads around sixteen or seventeen, and they are thicker and much more difficult to swallow once they do. I do not know the boys’ names, but I know their faces, and their cocks, and I’m well aware of who cums fast and who does not.

There is not a eunuch in the place, except for me, and so I’m the only hole they can legally fuck. And so they do, every single one of them, and sometimes more than once. I’ve felt every size of cock you can imagine being thrust into my ass, and I’ve also tasted the seed of each of them as they ejaculated it down my throat.

About the second week I was there I was taking a 19 year old’s cock up my ass, while a red headed thirteen year old was feeding me his pole in the front. As I was being double fucked, I heard one of the school officials say: “OK….here he is. He’s still got two hours on this pleasure shift, but if you can’t wait until his free time then I don’t see any problem with him having a few visitors now. But just realize that he won’t be able to say too much.”

As the red headed boy ejaculated and I swallowed his load, I heard my wife’s voice, clearly and unmistakable as she said: “Well –well-well. I’m glad to see you have learned to do something useful! We felt we needed to come and check up on you, to make sure you are learning your lesson. Do you like the taste of sperm?”

I couldn’t see her, but she was obviously right next to me, watching me as the teenage boy pumped his load down my throat. The kid had a big load, and it was spewing out around my lips, and so she could see he was cumming and there was nothing I could do about it. My face flushed red with the humiliation, and I gagged and swallowed as she watched, but it didn’t make any difference and there was nothing I could do to change what was happening.

The boy finally finished cumming, and pulled his cock out then, satisfied, and as his big dick popped out of my mouth I was able to see past where he had been standing. My wife was there, and so was the eunuch boy I had castrated, holding my daughter’s hand! God!

The three of them just stared at me like I was some farm animal or something, and then they laughed. Of course, I had sperm running down my chin, and my face was covered with it where another boy had ejaculated on it earlier. I was a mess! And, even as they stared at me and I looked up at them, the 19 year old pounding his cock in my ass didn’t stop, but just kept driving it into me, and it was impossible not to grunt as his big nuts slapped against my hole.

The boy I had turned into a eunuch kept laughing, and my face flushed red with shame. That’s when my wife said “Elizabeth and David are getting married and they thought you should know. The council approved it three days ago and the wedding will be next week. Half the city is coming out for it.”

What the fuck? Why the hell would she marry a eunuch with a limp dick? To spite me?

My lips were numb from all the cocks I had been swallowing, but nevertheless I tried to talk but my well-fucked mouth just wouldn’t form the words. Still, I tried to speak to them.

“Whhhy? He canyunt get yit urp…”

I swallowed the cream in the back of my throat, but she had laughed at my attempt to speak. For an answer she looked at me and smiled, an angry sort of smile, and then she said “Why you ask? Well, because he loves her, and she loves him. It’s always been about love, not sex. You still hate him, but look at you now! Well, you know nothing about love. But you’ve got another lesson to learn, because arrowroot powder is wondrous stuff.”

I looked up at the boy then and he was coming around in front of me, pulling open the front of his pants as he was doing so. No! He surly wasn’t going to fuck ME?

Suddenly, his eleven inch cock seemed to jump upward, out of his pants. THE EUNUCH BOY HAD A BONER! His giant eleven inch dick was jutting upward as rock hard as if he still had balls, and it was the same size it had been that night I had nutted him. His huge cock was as stiff as a piece of steel! I was totally surprised, but before I could say something, I caught the glimse of another boy as he entered the room, and my eyes went wide. I recognized him as a boy who had the fattest cock in the entire reformatory, and he liked to fuck me with a vengeance. He had bright blond hair, and a thick pubic bush, and I knew him and his giant bullocks well. I was afraid of him, and I hated it when he mounted me. Worse, he also took forever to cum. No! NOT HIM! NOT NOW! Now while SHE was here!

I tried to say something, to beg for forgiveness and ask my wife to help get me out of the hell I was in. But before I could, David came up to me, and just as I started to beg he pushed his long cock into my mouth, gagging me. I tried to protest but he said “SUCK IT. SUCK MY COCK AND DO IT RIGHT! SUCK IT ALL THE WAY TO THE HILT!”

And then he pushed his hips forward, and his rock hard pole slid right down my throat and no matter how much I tried to stop him it was a done deal at that point and the boy’s pole went all the way in, all the way to the hilt so I was swallowing every single inch of the eunuch’s eleven inch rod.

“YEAH…THAT’S IT! SWALLOW MY COCK YOU BASTARD!”

I almost vomited. He had the longest cock of any boy in the institution, and that was something I knew without any doubt. God!

Then he began slamming his huge cock in and out of my mouth, going so deep I gagged with each thrust of his rod. He was ramming it into the back of my throat with powerful thrusts, and there was nothing I could do to stop him. It was strange to feel it, because normally when I’m being fed a cock the boy’s balls slap against my chin as I take his rod. Of course, I had stolen this eunuch’s balls, and so there was nothing but his cock. He drove it down my throat hard and fast, and I almost vomited. I gagged and gagged and yet he just kept up his thrusting. As he was doing it the boy in my ass ejaculated, and then pulled out, and then seconds later I felt the blond boy with the huge rod enter my ass with a single powerful thrust.

I arched my back to accommodate him, and the pain from his big cock shot through my body. He was very thick, and every time he fucked me with his horse dick it always hurt like hell. It was way too much, and the long cock of the eunuch and the fat cock of the boy fucking me together was just more than I could take, and with my wife watching the tears started flowing at that point and I felt like a whore. It felt like I was being split in two by the big cocks fucking me and there was nothing I could do about it but grunt in shame. I jerked and struggled, but the big cock in my rear began to bottom out against my prostate, and I found myself grunting with each thrust of the pole. My own pole started to fill with blood from the stimulation, but the iron nail wouldn’t let it expand and instead it began to ache. It was all so unfair! At the same time I felt David’s big rod slamming deep into my throat, and I couldn’t help but gag with each thrust of his hips.

It seemed to go on and on and on. I think they fucked me like machines for close to ten full minutes, and my lips were numb and my ass was throbbing before they finished. Finally, the boy behind me screamed “OH GOD…I’M CUMMING!” and then he did, and I could actually feel his hot sperm jetting into my bowels as he emptied the load from his big balls. At the same time David grabbed my head and thrust in as far as he could, holding his cock deep against the back of my throat, and then there was this unexpected spurt, and then another, and another, and then he too screamed in ecstasy as he ejaculated his eunuch load of seedless cream.

My wife laughed, and it was clear that David had literally fucked me, in spite of the fact that I had taken his balls. And now, the very cock that had fucked my mouth would soon be fucking my daughter’s pussy! It had all been for nothing! I went crazy then, and jerked against the restraints that held me down and tried to yell and scream even with David’s pole still gagging me.

It all seemed so unfair! Finally, he was done, and the neutered boy pulled out his pole which seemed to wilt then before my eyes. He was spent and satisfied, and then he grinned and winked at me. After that they stepped to the side, to watch the boys as they fucked me. I was so humiliated, and I knew they would go home and tell everyone what I was doing. I also knew without being told that I would not see any of them again.

Of course, with my head in the stock I couldn’t move to look around and see them, and soon enough another fourteen year old red headed boy filled my mouth with his six inch pencil cock and started thrusting. With him standing in front of me and my nose buried in his pubic hair, I lost site of my wife and daughter and her fiancé. The fucking continued without any letup as usual of course, and the boys were all lined up waiting their turns.

I assumed that my wife and daughter and the boy I had castrated watched the show for a long while, and the feeling of shame at that point cannot be described. At some point they left, but it had to be when I was sucking off some boy’s rod, because I never saw them go through the door. I was so humiliated, and yet I had done the crime, and now I was paying for it.

The truth was that I was nothing but a sexless prison whore, with a limp cock hanging down between my legs. Beneath the rack I was strapped to there were two puddles of sperm, one under my ass and the other beneath my chin. Semen was literally running out of my slippery hole and down my legs to the floor. Beneath my own cock there was a bucket, and if I had to urinate then I did, spraying it out from my hose like an animal because of the nail that went through it. Even so, it made no difference and they never stopped their fucking even when I was filling up the bucket. There was nothing I could do about any of it of course, except to struggle against the straps that kept my legs spread and my holes open, waiting for more loads of hot teenage cream to fill my mouth and my ass.

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