DIGITAL BOYS

by Tad

PART C7: Twisted Moments

PREFACE

Caution: These chapters, similar to the precedent, contain non-condoned serious mistreatment of a minor. Please be further cognizant that although this segment ends on a rather unsettling note, the story does continue. While both mutuality and respectfulness are to be revered, nonconsensual coerced abuse is the epitome of selfish human ugliness. Yet refusal to discuss such horrid situations does not make them disappear. Furthermore assessment of the impact volatizing behavior generates is integral to the continuing study of how the subjective nature of context and intent must be fully considered when determining propriety.

Real equity will remain unattainable until society comprehends that different people have different needs under different circumstances. What is fair in one context may be inappropriate in another and vice versa. Life is a balancing game and human preconceptions are prone to misjudgment.

This is a fairly long study and will meet the basic Archive ‘requirement’ with the tags being quite accurate. It is dedicated to those who have, for a myriad of reasons, been either silenced or denied a choice.

Disclaimer: Please note the author does not condone illegal behavior and is fully supportive of the guidelines presented by this website. While the situations herein depicted could easily be recognizable within any given community, rest assured any such similarity is purely and absolutely co-incidental. Furthermore if you or your community lacks tolerance for studies that delve into variant human sexualities, the greater wisdom would be to seek other reading material.

CHAPTER 13: STOLEN PROPERTY

Jimmie hesitated for moment or two touching his own testicles for the very last time ever. Then summoning his last remnant of courage the boy clambered up onto the long flat gurney. Clay and Moe first strapped his wrists to the table then placed a wide restraint across the boy’s mid-chest. They finished by spreading his knees outward placing more restraints on the boy’s splayed knees and also across his ankles. Moe then cranked the top portion of the gurney to raise the boy’s head and torso. Jimmie would be made watch but was no longer able to protect his totally exposed genitals.

“The good news is I’m going to numb you first so you don’t wiggle. What we need is a clean surgery for our clients greater satisfaction,” Wade began, “the bad news is that I have a little payback for what you did to Chester. Hold his hips gentlemen.”

While Rocky stood at the foot of the gurney watching, Moe and Clay clamped down on the boy’s hips. Wade picked up a large syringe, located a point on Jimmie’s perineum and harshly plunged in the needle then quickly injected the numbing agent. The boy sucked in a short breath and shook in response to the excruciating pain.

“Ahh..aaaaaahhhhhhh…aahhhhhh….aaahhh….aahh!” he breathlessly winced in anguish from between his clenched teeth.

Wade picked up a second syringe and waved in front of the boy’s face.

“Oh shit…oh shit…oh shit,” groaned the kid.

But by this time, Rocky had had enough.

“Stop the crap, Wade,” he demanded.

The medic inserted his syringe again in the boy’s perineum but was not nearly as brutal. It was nasty but the boy could deal it by holding his breath against the pain. Wade waited a minute or two before injecting two more syringes of numbing agent in his abdomen just above his pelvic bone. They hurt only dully as Jimmie’s sexual area was fading into numbness. Moe and Clay then found positions where they could watch but stay out of the view of the camera.

Lesley Bacil finally made his appearance after nursing the broken nose garnered courtesy of Jimmie’s knee. And he felt indignant that he should have been so injured. Since he had supplied the guards with a cute boy cunt, they should have been more attentive in ensuring his safety. Still he wasn’t about to miss this surgery and with the ‘hero’ restrained, Lesley had no fears of further injury. So he had donned his surgical scrubs and joined the guards.

“So Wade, are we ready to slice and dice?” Lesley blurted.

“Just as soon as the cauterizing scalpel is ready,” Wade replied annoyed at Lesley’s constant impatience.

From the gurney, Jimmie in the meantime found his voice.

“Why, Lesley? That’s what I don’t understand,” Jimmie spoke softly.

“Still don’t get it Pottager, do you?” Lesley snarled, “You, Mr. Perfect the ultimate selfish ‘hero’ wouldn’t let anyone else take that final shot.”

“There were only seconds left. They passed me the ball and I took a lucky shot. But we didn’t win because of a lucky shot. We won because we had a great basketball team…and you were part of that team. Don’t you see?”

“Oh sure, like I was really part of the team. I heard the snickering behind my back. Well now I’m in control and I’m going to own you for the rest of your life. You’ll have no balls, no sex, no kids and no life.”

“So that’s why you placed that gun in my schoolbag…to ‘control’ me?”

“Pretty clever, huh? And these guards want your sweet ass in their video so they’ll never rat me out. I might even find them another boy cunt too."

“Lesley, you can’t ‘own’ someone by taking their nuts. All you’ll have is dead shit. And I’ll still find something to do with my life. I’m not a quitter.”

“Not likely. Because of the gun I hid in your history book, you’re lookin’ at ten or twenty years jail-time for taking a loaded weapon into a school. Once I cut off your scrawny little balls, you’ll be nothing but a prison fuck hole. So you see, I really do own you. Forever.”

Jimmie turned his eyes away for it was clear Lesley wasn’t interested in anything but himself. The scariest part was that Lesley might be right and that the boy could be in this hellish place for a long time.

“Alright gentlemen, we’re ready,” Wade said, “and for tonight’s performance I’m gonna do something a bit more extreme. In the past, I’ve always just sliced the bag and grab the jewels. This time I’m gonna snatch the entire bag too.”

“What?” Rocky exclaimed, “you’re cuttin’ off his whole scrotum?”

Wade nodded, “This’ll be my first castration at this prison and I want to make it memorable. Besides this will sort of make up for not doing the dungeon scene.”

“Impressive…but will he be able to appear in court if he has to? The warden did tell me earlier he might have found a loophole to bump the pussy judge. If he does, the case could be postponed indefinitely but that might not happen.”

“By the end of the week the kid will be okay, a little sore but okay.”

“Excellent! Let’s do it.”

“Alright,” Wade explained to Lesley who was standing directly on the opposing side of the gurney, “I’m gonna draw a line around the perimeter of his scrotum, then we’ll dope the area with antiseptic. You’ll be the ‘hero’ of our little video and use the cauterizing scalpel to cut and seal the skin.”

They taped Jimmie’s soft small penis to his abdomen and then began. The boy could not feel anything as Wade carefully drew his line and wiped on antiseptic. The man then picked up the cauterizing scalpel initiating the scrotal removal just at the point where Jimmie’s sac connected with the underside of his penis. Lesley took the tool a moment later to slowly begin circumventing the boy’s entire scrotum. While Lesley was working, Wade checked the cameras being sure he had the surgery, the victim’s face and the ‘doctor’s’ face, albeit covered with a surgical mask, recorded.

Jimmie, restrained as he was, could only watch as they were systematically destroying his boyhood. The smell of searing skin sickened him but the guards surrounding the gurney were visibly enthralled watching the operation. Lesley drew the hot cauterizing knife edge following Wade’s curving line down the left side of Jimmie’s scrotum. He tugged upward on the loosening skin as the scalpel separated it from the boy’s body. Along the lower extremity by the boy’s perineum, Wade assisted pulling back on the only partially attached and sagging scrotum. Then Lesley severed the right side tracing the curved line around, up and finally across to where Wade had initiated the surgery. There was blood but it was not excessive as the scalpel blade had been fairly effective at sealing the connecting skin tissue.

“How come the bag doesn’t just slide off?” Lesley asked starting to pull on it.

“Because you still have to sever the septum…then you’ll be done,” Wade instructed, “lay back one side and you’ll see what I mean.”

Lesley flapped the left side back to see the septum…and also saw one of his prizes.

“Holy fuck…there’s his left ball!” Lesley said excitedly.

“Yep…that would be it,” Wade replied.

Lesley found himself a little shaky as he sliced the septum and a half-minute later the boy’s entire scrotum slipped off onto the gurney between his splayed legs. Jimmie found himself dizzy from observing his own sexual vivisection.

“I did it! I really, really did it!” Lesley exclaimed picking up the severed scrotum from the gurney.

“Nice job kid, we might make a surgeon out of you yet.”

Everyone gathered around to see the first ‘trophy’ and Wade did a video close up of it. Then Lesley placed the thing on the boy’s chest to see his reaction. Jimmie couldn’t but help look down and observe his own severed partly bloody scrotum just lying there in a heap. It was clear they had cut out the sac in a pattern that would allow them to neatly seal up the boy’s groin.

Adjusting his eyes to just beyond, Jimmie could just see his testicles hanging vulnerably exposed now that his scrotum no longer covered them. And they seemed even smaller than they had felt when his sac was still attached. There was some blood streaked across his groin area but the cauterizing scalpel had staved off the worst of it. The whole scene was absolutely surreal to the boy.

“I want to cut them both off at once,” Lesley Bacil declared, “can I do it that way?”

“You really are an impatient little prick,” Wade replied, “but yeah you can if that’s what you want. Let me apply a ligature first then you can do whatever the fuck you want to. I don’t keep ‘souvenirs’ so if you want the scrotum you can have it.”

“Yeah, I want it,” Lesley Bacil replied, “you have a jar for me?”

“Filled with preservative and ready to go, just like you asked. Only once the shit is in there, I’m gonna record it. That’ll make a nice closing shot for the video.”

“What about his dick?”

“We’re not hackin’ it off today if that’s what you’re thinking. That’s too complicated for right now. Besides, the warden may have other plans for the bitch.”

It took Wade several long minutes to securely tie off the blood supplying arteries ensconced within the boy’s spermatic cords. As the man worked tugging first on one then the other testicle, Jimmie winced from pain. The numbing injections certainly dulled the impact but sharp twinges of fierce agony still shot up internally from his stomach area. Wade was apparently determined to excise as much of the cords as he could while using the opportunity to inflict additional pain upon the boy.

Finally Wade turned the control of Jimmie’s boyhood over to Lesley. The miserable hairy teenager nervously set the cauterizing scalpel where Wade had indicated while resolutely yanking outward simultaneously on the two defenseless and now blood-starved organs. Jimmie gritted his teeth from the stinging torment this final assault on his small testicles caused almost passing out from the searing pain.

Then, looking squarely into the boy’s eyes while wielding the incising tool, Lesley Bacil cut the connecting cords to permanently separate Jimmie Pottager from his testicles. Bacil felt an intoxicating rush of power sweep across his body as he held the still warm organs in his hand. The betrayer then covered the two with his other hand savoring the few moments that they would retain their warmth. Once the warmth dissipated, Bacil gleefully displayed his treasure to the other guards.

“Hey Rocky,” Wade said disgustedly many minutes afterwards, “Bacil’s still in La-La Land. Help me close the bitch before daybreak arrives.”

Wade and Rocky carefully closed the wound in Jimmie’s groin using a sealing glue and careful tight stitching. They wanted to keep the area smooth and create the impression that the kid never had testicles or even a scrotum in the first place. For that was what the sex trade preferred…

Bacil continued to gloat by going up to Jimmie and shoving the severed organs in front of the kid’s eyes.

“See Pottager? These used to be your balls but now they’re my property. I own you now and there’s nothing you can do about it.”

To reinforce his point, Bacil dragged the severed testicles that once belonged to Jimmie across the kid’s face smearing a faint track of blood and slime down one cheek. The kid was beyond tears and for the first time in his life, Jimmie Pottager felt like quitting.

CHAPTER 14: AFTER THE GAME

Wade administered a sedative to Jimmie and the guards placed the kid back in his cell. They carefully cleaned up the infirmary and sent Bacil with his prized jar out the back door. The guards were only too glad to be rid of the miserable bastard. Sure he had brought them the prettiest fuck toy they had seen in a long while, but Bacil had redefined what it meant to be despicable. Even amongst vermin, he was reviled. Before they’d consider doing ‘business’ with him again, he’d have to produce a boy as pretty or prettier than the Pottager kid. And even then they might think twice.

Jimmie awoke a day and half later in his cell with a dull pain in his groin as though he had received a recent kick in the nuts. Memories of bad dreams swirled in his head as he staggered to the toilet in the cell ignorant and uncaring that he was nude. It was too difficult to stand so he sat down to pee. Hearing something drop into the bowl, he looked between his legs after urinating to see a white bandage lying there. The dull pain below his penis drew an inquisitive hand. Touching his perineum, Jimmie became cognizant that there were no testicles below his penis. It was an interesting feeling at some level to discover flatness where once there had been external parts. But it was equally nauseating as he considered his loss. The bad dreams were real...

There were catcalls from adult inmates asking to ‘see his balls’ followed by guffaws. Clearly everyone was quite aware of his new condition. Clothing did not arrive until that night but the kid defiantly refused to put them on until he was told he had a visitor. It was Leif!

“Jimmie, I tried all week but they refused to let me see you. Please believe me, I really did try.”

“Don’t sweat it Leif…it wasn’t your fault.”

“They pushed your bail hearing back a few days so it’s now scheduled for the end of the week. You also have a great judge. We had a preliminary meeting with him and he thinks the whole case against you is flawed. Anyway it looks like he’ll set a fair bail. You just have to hang in there another day or so. Are you okay? You look like you haven’t slept.”

Jimmie glanced around on his side of the glass pane and miraculously no one was particularly close by. Still Jimmie lowered his voice on the handset.

“Leif, if something bad happened to me would you still like me?”

“Jimmie, I like you and I love you regardless and without condition. It does not matter what happened. Period.”

“I mean really bad.”

“I’d still love you. Please talk to me.”

“It’ll upset you but you have to promise to keep cool…at least until after the bail meeting. I’d wait myself but I’ll go crazy if I don’t say something to someone who actually cares.”

“Jimmie, I promise!”

“Okay. I’m only telling you this so you know what’ll happen if I’m not released from this place.”

“Jimmie, please!”

“It was Monday, real early, before dawn, the guards took me and…and…and they fucked me,” Jimmie said his voice a harsh whisper, “Bacil and the guards…they fucked me and then they cut me.”

Leif started to rise up.

“Leif, you promised!” Jimmie said tersely.

Barely able to maintain his composure, Leif sat back down gauging his anger. Innately the man knew Jimmie would be in grave danger if he did not honor his promise to the kid.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes, it hurts a little that all. I’ll be fine.”

“But what do you mean they ‘cut’ you? I don’t understand.”

“Don’t worry about it. I don’t want to talk about it now anyway. All I really want to do is get out of this place. Do you think it’ll be okay for me to visit you if they let me out on bail?”

“Absolutely!”

“Good,” Jimmie replied, “hey, a guard is coming. I have to go. I love you Leif.”

“And I love you too…more than you could possibly know.”

They touched the pane on their respective sides symbolizing a palm touch handshake.

“Pray for me, Leif.”

“I will…and I have.”

Jimmie put the handset down perfectly timed before the guard could reach him and went to be escorted back to his cell. And Leif, in the aftermath of his meeting, knew the expensive bribe he paid to see his young friend was money well spent. The kid needed to confide with someone he trusted about the horrible twists his life had taken. Leif considered himself honored to be that person.

Although no one within ‘the system’ knew what Jimmie had told Leif that day, the Warden was quite cognizant of the high risk involved especially when rushing to use an ‘un-indoctrinated’ teenager in a sadistic video. Still he had impatient and powerful clients some of which the Warden owed huge favors. Jimmie’s ‘arrival’ could not have come at more opportune time…and he had Rocky to thank for that. Yet Rocky had ‘baggage’ that would occasionally prove problematic and the Warden felt it necessary to make preemptive adjustments. He called Rocky in late that night to discuss it further.

“It will be an excellent video once all the editing it done,” the Warden began his voice soft his demeanor firm.

“Thank you, Warden,” Rocky replied, “and we’re sorry for what happened with Chester. He’s pretty sick and I’m afraid he’s going to be out of commission for quite awhile.”

“I wouldn’t worry too much about Chester. He should have dealt with that hernia earlier. But beyond that, his loose lips and sloppy habits has made the man a somewhat ‘expendable’ liability.”

“Maybe so, sir, it’s just that we really didn’t want anyone hurt that’s all,” Rocky replied internally irritated by the Warden’s abject harsh objectivity.

Interestingly the guard’s concern did not extend to the person he had just finished raping and castrating. Rocky, in his twisted mentality, had convinced himself over the years that young males should always experience a cock or two up the butt to ‘help make men’ out of them. As for castrating the teenager, the guard felt he had done Jimmie a service. He was of the mistaken belief that a kid without balls would not have to endure puberty and would thereby remain young and smooth. Jimmie, if asked, clearly would have had a seriously different opinion on the matter…

As for Rocky, his primary reason for becoming part of the Warden’s ‘inner circle’ was more for the sexual contact with the boys they used in their videos than for the money. But then there was the rarer prettier kid, like Jimmie, with whom the guard could satisfy a deeper but still quite selfish emotional need as well. He had previously cajoled this type of attractive young inmate for continued sex but quickly lost concern for the kid once the teenager matured. The guard would then find himself lamenting that without balls his little boy whore could have stayed young and girlish forever. And so, while Lesley had wanted Jimmie’s balls for a ‘trophy’, Rocky had wanted the kid castrated so he could become the guard’s bitch for as long as the teenager was in prison.

In Jimmie’s case, it was his spunky attitude that spiked the guard’s lust. To incur the kid’s favor, the guard intended to offer special jailhouse privileges. What Rocky failed realize was that even castrated kids are still subject to the bodily changes dictated by growth hormones albeit distorted due to the lack of responding sex organs. Rocky’s plans, though, would never come to fruition for the Warden’s alternate course of action relative to the teenager was taking place concurrent with their discussion.

“I wouldn’t concern yourself too much with Chester…whatever happens will happen and it really would not be your fault,” the Warden continued, “in any event, you all did a real fine job on that sexy boy cunt. We’ve sent a few still shots to the customers and they are pleased…very pleased.”

“Thank you, but it would be hard not to please the clients using an attractive teenager like Jimmie.”

“And that, my friend, is exactly why I have made other arrangements for the kid.”

“But Boss, that’s not—“ the guard protested.

“—fair?” interjected the Warden, “Rocky, you’re not thinking clearly. That pussy judge is still on the case despite several efforts to bump him. And he’s taken it to the next level. If that Pottager brat walks, heads will roll and yours could be one of them along with your buddies.”

“Boss, I’m asking you, please think this one over again.”

“Rocky…Rocky…Rocky,” the warden began in a quiet yet condescending voice, “we’ve known each other for a long time and I can always tell when you’ve become too…well…’involved’ with the young kids. And that distracts you from your work. You’re a valuable asset to our operation and I’d rather you not become an ‘expendable’ liability…like your buddy in the hospital Take a few days vacation…on the house. I’ll cover for you and you’ll bounce back. You always do.”

From past history, Rocky knew when the Warden used that tone of voice further discussion would not be tolerated. The guard also knew his boss had other rather ‘clandestine’ associates…challenges to the man’s authority could be dangerous…very dangerous indeed. Rocky immediately backed down.

“Maybe you’re right boss…maybe I do need a break. Besides my mother’s been going through those spells again. Maybe a few days with her will fix things up.”

“See Rocky, that’s the spirit.”

So Rocky accepted the warden’s offer yet felt compelled to walk past Jimmie’s cell perhaps maybe to have contact with the kid one last time. But Jimmie’s cell was completely empty. Instantly the guard found himself consumed with feelings of both frustration and fear. After all, the kid was the best thing he had ever screwed. But it was more than that. It seemed the Pottager kid’s feisty nature had completely intoxicated the guard. Still it would be utter stupidity to cross the warden…those that did often found themselves falling off a cliff someplace. The guard felt relatively certain that would not be his own fate although from that night onward he had the feeling that he was being watched…constantly…

Simultaneous with Rocky’s visit to the warden’s office, Jimmie had been visited by two men. They could have been guards yet the kid couldn’t be sure. One stayed outside the cell and other stepped inside. They were soft spoken yet intense and strictly business. Jimmie sensed both were physically strong men. Furthermore they made no attempt to cuff the kid.

“So what? Am I supposed to strip or something?” Jimmie surmised.

“Nah, we’re definitely not into that. You’re a good kid. We need to discuss a few things about your bail hearing. Just stand near the bars so my friend can join in.”

Jimmie sensed something…maybe danger…he just wasn’t sure. What he did know was that negotiation with these two was not an option. He moved to the bars like he was told.

“We’re quite sure the judge will grant…”

Jimmie felt something pass around his neck.

“…a reasonable bail just as long as you…”

The thing became firm and Jimmie found it difficult to move his head. He put his hand up to touch what felt like latex tubing.

“…are respectful and mind your manners…”

A sweet smelling cloth then covered the kid’s nose and he tried to squirm as his limbs rapidly became all tingly.

“…the judge likes that and we really want to see you make bail…”

The last thing Jimmie saw before he passed out were those nauseating exploding stars…

Note: Continued in Chapter Fifteen ~ Informative Events