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Fucking Tables of the Past - Rivals Automatic castration tables have been used in many countries and by many different people throughout modern history, and they are not unknown to the mafia. They have been manufactured by various companies, and even home made, and there are so many variations of them that it is hard to describe a specific standard. Still, they all have at least three things in common. First, they have some way of restraining the male who is to be castrated, so that he is unable to prevent what is being done to him. Usually the arms are strapped down at the wrists, and on some tables they are stretched out together, while on others they are spread to the opposite corners. Usually the legs of the individual are spread widely, so that the man's testicles are totally exposed and nothing can interfere with the wire that is doing the work. Usually a set of straps is attached around the upper thighs, as well as the legs or ankles, so that the movement of the man's ass is somewhat restricted, which prevents him from stretching the wire too far and keeps him from pulling it from the table's mechanism. Another common characteristics of the automatic castration tables are that they usually employ a geared motor that slowly turns a flywheel. A thick but soft wire is threaded up from one edge of the flywheel, pulled through a small hole in the table top that is drilled so it is directly underneath the man's scrotum. The wire is then looped around the top of the unfortunate victim's scrotum and then threaded back down through the same hole, and attached to the other side of the flywheel. When the motor is plugged in, the wheel rotates, twisting the wire, which twists tighter and tighter until it is twisted completely through the unfortunate scrotum that it is wrapped around. These tables are highly effective, and can castrate a man in less than fifteen minutes. Because the wire is thick, and is pulled slowly through the scrotum, the blood vessels are crushed instead of cut, and bleeding is minimized. They are easy to operate, and require no medical knowledge, making it possible for anyone to accomplish a castration if they have access to such a table. A final common characteristic of the tables are that they usually employ a larger hole, cut at an angle, to accommodate the male's penis and to keep it pointed safely away from the wire. Because the hole is cut through the table top, it tends to be rough after it is drilled. So, to prevent chaffing of the skin of the penis that is inserted in the hole, it is usually lined with some kind of material to make it smoother and to prevent injury. The early tables used shaved beaver pelt, which was extremely soft and was perfect for the job, and while other materials have been used the shaved fur is still highly regarded. As an unintended consequence of the soft beaver pelt, if the man being castrated fights and struggles against his restraints, he will usually end up pushing and pulling his penis through the fur-lined channel, and erections are commonplace. It is also not unusual that as the man moves his cock within the channel it gives the impression that he is having sexual intercourse with the table, and it even turns out that often the man being castrated will literally hump the table to the point he will actually ejaculate. This of course is probably the reason these automatic castration tables are commonly referred to as "Fucking Tables." Sometimes these tables were used by armies of war, or men of evil. I know, because when I was in high school I dated a girl, whose father was involved with the mafia and they used such a table. I didn't know at the time he was in the mafia, but it was rumored to be true, and after what happened there isn't any doubt in my mind that he was. You see, I was castrated on a fucking table. When I look into the mirror I am reminded of that moment every single day, as I no longer have the body I had, and without my balls I will never have it either. But my brown hair is thick on my head, and my eyes are still deep and my eye lashes are long. I've been told I am sexy, even now, but if I am I do not care. My prick is limp, and has been now for many years, and it dangles between my legs like a long piece of useless wet macaroni. It all happened when I was seventeen years old. Yeah...just barely seventeen at that, while I was a junior in high school. My name is Rick Jenson, and I will never forget that day, and of course it changed my life. I know who did it of course, but I can't prove it, not really, because I didn't see their faces and only one of them said anything, and he did not have a voice I recognized. The police interviewed the family, but their alibi was rock solid, and so it was my speculation without any proof, and it wasnt enough by a long shot. So, I got castrated, and whoever did it to me has to be laughing now. Perhaps if I could have figured out who they were it might have gone differently, but when they were doing me the men that castrated me never said a word. But there isn't any doubt in my mind. For one thing, my girlfriend's dad up and told me he would have me castrated if I ever touched his daughter, and when a dad tells you that at seventeen you don't forget it. And that is especially true when he's rumored to be in the mafia. I of course never should have gone out with her, but she was so fucking hot and so popular and when she took an interest in me in the beginning of my junior year there was no way to have told her off. Besides, I liked her a lot and I liked being seen with her. I got my driver's license that year too, so I had my parent's wheels on occasion, and I loved the freedom and she liked it too. So, when this all happened I had been dating this girl for about six months, and then one night when I was about to drive her home she told me to pull off on a side road, and there she sucked me off, and after that I wanted to fuck her so bad I even forgot about her dad's warning. Of course, she never let on that was a possibility, but after having had a blowjob from her I couldn't get her out of my mind. Then, out of the blue, well, finally a few weeks later she whispered into my ear she wanted to feel me inside of her, and so I got to do what I had dreamed of doing. I actually fucked her in the back seat of my parent's car, right after the Valentine's dance in fact. Her pussy was so fucking hot, and so damn wet, and without any question at all it was the best feeling I ever had. I could have fucked her forever, again and again, but as it turned out I only got in her pants that once, and so as it turned out it was the only fuck I ever had. Yeah, her pussy was the first and only real pussy I have ever felt, unless you count the beaver fur I fucked when they took my balls. I still think about her, and her hot body. But it's different now, and my cock stays limp so there isn't really the lust I used to feel. Still, I remember her, and Lisa was one hot girl, and I loved staring at her tits and sliding my tongue down her throat. But then, right after the Valentines dance, and the one fuck I got, well, she up and dumped me for another, really without any warning. She dumped me for my rival, the one guy in my high school that I really hated. At the Valentine's dance Billy Kisker approached her, I think because he saw she was with me and wanted to take her from me. All I know for certain is that within a week after I had fucked her he was moving in on her and for some reason she took a liking to him and after that I was done. Billy and I had been rivals ever since the 7th grade, and we sure as shit had never been friends, not by a long shot. He was a year older, and a jock and I was shit in his circle of friends. So well, of course, I was nothing next to him, and I knew it and he knew it and Lisa knew it too. Billy Kisker was a red headed senior, who was the quarterback of our football team, and so once he took a liking to her after that I didn't have a chance and she just wasn't interested in me anymore. Everybody liked Billy, everybody but me, and he was hot shit and he flaunted it too, so when he turned his attention and went after Lisa I knew I was gonna lose her and I did. So, well, he took my girl, yeah, stole her in a way, and I hated him for it but I was powerless to do much about it. Like I said, we were rivals. Billy had the body that all the girls liked. He had bright red hair, with a million freckles on his face, and the girls all thought he looked oh-so-cute. He sure was popular by every girl in the school. I suppose part of it was his body, as he was certainly built, and he had a flat stomach and washboard abs and I have to admit that he looked like a girl's dream fucking machine. He was really strong, with powerful legs and that "V" shaped chest, and next to him I was nothing. Anyway, Billy and Lisa were soon doing everything together, and it was obvious to me at least that he was getting in her pants and I just knew she was sucking him off at every opportunity. They were arm in are at school, and knowing her there wasn't any doubt as far as I was concerned that he was getting it regularly. Almost to chide me he grinned when he saw me at school, and used to wink when he would walk by holding her hand. Of course, he did it all on purpose, stealing her from me, and God I hated him! Well, about three weeks or so after she dumped me, Billy approached me and asked me if I had ever fucked her, and I told him it was none of his business. Then he told me that Lisa was a little late on her period, and that really stunned me. I got scared, but then I noticed Billy was freaking out, and he revealed to me in a bragging sort of way that he had been fucking her a lot, and didn't know what he would do if she was pregnant. I smiled then, as I just knew he was in all kinds of trouble. Of course, I had no idea. I was thinking of course about Lisa's father, and I knew he would be less than pleased, and sure-as-shit about two weeks later I heard a rumor that her dad had cornered Billy and talked to him for more than an hour. When I heard that I really laughed, because I was thinking that he deserved it, and I just figured out that Billy Kisker was gonna be lucky if he kept his manhood. I mean, I don't think I really expected him to get castrated, but I knew Lisa's dad was pissed, and so I figured that just maybe, her dad would even carry out his threat and take his balls. But well, it didn't turn out that way, at least not exactly it didn't. And, it turned out too that she in fact was pregnant, sure as shit, and then right out of the blue she started telling everyone that it was me that had done it to her! I was really shocked, and then I figured it out, that she was trying to protect him and using me to do it. Now, well, of course I had fucked her, I had, and so I suppose I was thinking that it could have been, might have been even, and I sure as shit suddenly wished I had used a rubber! I remember that night when she had spread her legs for me, and I hadn't expected it and hadn't seen it coming. So, being a shy teenager I hadn't gotton the courage yet to purchase any condoms, and so consequently I wasn't prepared when the unexpected opportunity presented itself. At the time I remember thinking I shouldn't do it, but hell, I was so damn hard and she was begging me for it, and when you are seventeen those opportunities don't come along very often. So, I had fucked her, without any protection. Still, even so and in spite of what she was saying now, I didn't think it was me, because while I did fuck her, she had said at the time that she couldn't get pregnant right then. She had sworn to me it was the wrong time of the month and so I had trusted her and believed her and had fucked her. Of course, I was pretty naïve, and being a virgin I didn't know differently anyway, and I sure as shit had shot my virgin load and filled up her pussy. So, while I didn't think it was me, for a lot of reasons, now she was telling everybody it was, and that of course included her father. She was also lying and saying that Billy "couldn't" have been the father because he was the perfect gentleman and had never done anything to her. I should have run. But hell, I just never saw it coming and had no idea the danger I was in. They grabbed me on a Saturday night, and threw me into a van and took me to a warehouse on the south side of town. There were five men, five of them, and while they didn't tie me down or anything I wasnt any match for them and they held my arms and shoved me around like a rag doll. I thought they were going to kill me or something. Then, we pulled up the warehouse and they dragged me into the room and that's when I saw Billy Kisker. He was strapped down on top of this big table, and he wasn't wearing a stitch of clothing. They dragged me right up to the table, so that I was standing next to it, right at the end of it and looking at his naked ass and the sweat on his smooth skin. He was struggling and cussing up a storm, and as I was looking at him he turned his head and looked at me. They then stripped me of my clothing, half forcing me to undress myself and half way helping me get it done, and soon enough I was as naked as Billy. Except for the time I had fucked Lisa and the times in the locker room at gym class, I had never been totally naked in front of anyone. This of course was totally different. I was scared shitless, and so humiliated I can't describe the feeling. The way his legs were spread so wide his hole was open, and I could see his ring of red hair that was growing around it. For a second I thought they were going to try and make me fuck him, and I know I was petrified. He was laying face down on the table, so except for the back of his balls I couldnt see his genitals, but after my clothes were removed I was totally exposed and everything I owned was visible. My teenage prick was hanging down limp and scared, and so were my balls. They were hanging down loose, dangling down like they do when they are hot and I am sweating. Billy turned and looked over his shoulder, and I saw his eyes take in my cock and hanging scrotum and make the comparison all boys make. I felt ashamed, and scared, and yet I was shaking with fear because I didn't know what was going to happen. There were about eight men in the room, and they all had stockings over their heads, and I didn't recognize any of them. One of the goons plugged in a power chord, and I heard this motor making a whirring sound. That's when I saw the metal wire, coming up from the table and between Billy's legs, and it was looped around the top of his scrotum. It was shiny and silver. God! The wire was thick too, almost as thick as a pencil, and as I was watching it and listening to the motor it occurred to me it was being twisted, around and around and around. Billy screamed, and started bucking his hips, thrusting up and down and up and down, pulling hard against the straps that bound him to the table. He kept yelling "Get it off!!! GET IT OFF OF MY BALLS NOW!!!!" I could see the wire under the table, spinning from a large diameter wheel, and the way it came up through a small hole between his legs, it was obvious that it was the same wire I was seeing wrapped around his balls. God, the wire that was around the top of his scrotum was literally being twisted tighter and tighter, and so the top of his scrotum was necking down and it was immediately obvious to me that if it didn't stop the wire would soon twist so tight it would take his balls right off! I watched him struggle for quite a while, and as I watched his red-haired balls getting squeezed by the wire I couldn't take my eyes off of them. God he had a big sac, a lot bigger than mine! I stared, and I couldn't believe it, and yet as I watched my own teenage dick started to rise upward, just a little, but still soon enough I was semi hard and it was totally humiliating. I tried to hide it with my hands, and that got everyone to laugh, and even Billy saw me with my cock starting to fill as I watched him literally fucking the table he was strapped to, all the while his balls were getting pinched off by the wire. One of the men leaned over to me and whispered in my ear: "Cup his balls...you need to be holding his balls unless you want to trade places with him." I was so scared that I didn't know what to do! So, well, I did, I reached out and took his fat set of balls in my right hand, and I held him then, held his scrotum and felt the skin getting tighter and tighter as the wire loop grew ever smaller. I had never touched another guy's balls, and the feeling of power was something I had never felt, and knowing whose balls I was holding gave me a since of power over him that I can't describe. He started screaming when I grabbed his balls. He sure didn't like it! The really strange part is that my boner went totally rigid as soon as I grabbed his nuts. I don't know why I got so hard, but I did, and as I watched him struggle and thrust his teenage ass rising up and down and up and down, and felt his bag stuffed with his stones, there was nothing I could do to keep it from happening. It was so humiliating but soon my own prick was literally jutting! Billy turned his head and saw me, saw me holding his balls and with my stiffy poking out from my belly, jutting upward the way it does when you are seventeen and hard. God I was so damn stiff, and the end of my prick glistened and the single hole was anointed with precum. I don't think I had ever been as hard, and my cock seemed to bounce with my heartbeat as I held his balls. As I held his nuts I was looking at the power chord, and it occurred to me I could reach out and unplug it, and stop what was happening, at least for a few minutes until they intervened. I almost did, almost, but as I was holding his balls and feeling him being nutted I somehow didn't feel like doing that. He was begging me to, begging me to help him, but with the men in the room there really wasnt anything I could do. At least, I remember thinking that at the time. When I didn't move to help Billy but just stood there instead holding his balls, I could see the feeling of helplessness come over him. After a few minutes Billy threw his head back and started slamming his ass up and down even faster, and as he raised it up, high in the air, I could see the wire even better and sure as shit it was definitely twisting off his nuts. He looked right at me then, and screamed out "GOD! OH FUCK! OH FUCKKKKKK! GET IT OFF...GET THE WIRE OFF OF ME MAN! PLEASE RICK, DON'T LET THEM CASTRATE ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I didn't move. I don't know why, but I didn't. Instead, I just stared at him fucking the table and held his balls as he was doing it. Then, as I watched his ass bobbing up and down and felt his bag I suddenly grinned, and I don't really know why. But there was this feeing of power over him that I had never felt, and suddenly I wanted him castrated. I wanted to have my girl back, and I wanted to best him and unman him. At least, for a brief period of time, I had those thoughts. He must have sensed it, and seeing my grin, his voice broke in desperation a few minutes later, and after that he was babbling out almost incoherently, literally screaming like a crazed maniac as he felt the wire castrating him. It was obvious he was in a lot of pain at that point. I was just holding his bag, and I didn't do anything to help him. I don't know what I could have done, but I wasnt tied down and so I could have tried to help him I suppose. But, I didn't. No, I didn't take any action myself. Suddenly, without any warning Billy Kisker grunted, and then he tossed his head back and ejaculated, and I saw his semen shooting out under the table and the way he was grunting it out it was obvious it was happening. You could actually feel his nuts pulsating in my fist, and I saw his ass hole and it seemed to wink at me as he shot his wad, and as the red-headed teenager's prick shot out his load of goo I noticed that the wire was literally disappearing into his sac, literally being pulled right down and through his scrotum even as he was pumping out what would of course be his final load of jism as a male. God he shot a hell of a wad! He seemed to just cum and cum, his thick load of teenage cream shooting out of his balls with pressure, the teenage boy spewing out ropes of white cream on the floor beneath the table one after the other. He threw his head back even farther, and his eyes were so damn wide! Then, as I watched, he finally stopped shooting, his balls totally empty and his entire load of jism pumped out for everyone to see. Just then, the motor speeded up, and the wire was pulled down through the hole, and his big sac of balls suddenly just separated from his body, and after that I was holding them and they were mine and no longer his. God, he had been unmanned! As soon as he was castrated, he seemed to collapse, and the fight left his body and he seemed to go limp all over. That's when they unstrapped him, and dragged him over to the corner of the room where they left him. He was just whimpering, sort of staring at me with a look of hatred on his face, and yet other than that he wasn't moving. Instead, he was almost like a rag doll with all the fight gone out of him. I got a good look between his legs, and his boner had already disappeared and his cock was wilted like a noodle. As for his balls, they were just missing, his entire scrotum gone! The tip of his spent cock was wet and slick, from his final load of cream that he had shot from his prick, and yet his pole suddenly seemed thin and unimportant, hanging out beneath his small patch of red pubic hair. I remember looking at it, and I had the thought it would never fuck Lisa's pussy again. I didn't know what to do, but I suddenly started to turn, as if I was going to run or something. Then, they grabbed my arms just then, and suddenly, it was my turn, and I was being dragged to the table, where Billy had just been laying, and all of a sudden five of the men were strapping me to the same table where I had just watched Billy get castrated. I hadn't expected that, no I hadn't, and suddenly as it was happening I panicked! God I didn't want to go! Then, just before they pulled me up and onto the table I got a good look at it, and I could see this pile of soft fur that seemed to be growing up out of a big hole that had been drilled into the top of the table at an angle, obviously meant to accommodate a stiff cock. I screamed "NO!" when I saw it, and the men laughed, and then I was pulled up over the table and one of the bigger men took my rigid dick in his fist. I was so damn hard, and like I said I don't know why, but after watching Billy and holding his balls my cock had grown as rigid as it had ever been. As they were strapping me down the big man guided my rock hard dick and slid it right into the fur-lined hole, and as I felt the soft fur caressing my pole I can't really describe the feeling. But it felt a lot better than I expected, and the hole was tight and hot. Very hot. Of course, the heat was from where Billy's cock had been sliding in and out like a piston only minutes before, and the thought that he had just fucked this same hole was not lost on me. Billy was staring at me as they strapped me down, and then I felt them pull up the wire and set it around my own sac of balls, with a single twist. I was still holding Billy's scrotum, and as they grabbed my arms to strap them down that's when I realized I still had his nuts in my hand. I dropped his bag then, and it fell off the end of the table and landed on the floor right next to his lines of spunk he had ejaculated moments before. Yeah, sure as shit, Billy's bag hit the floor, landing like a piece of unimportant garbage next to his lines of cream that had come from the nuts inside of it. I was staring right down there, and it was obvious my own nuts weren't nearly as big as Billy's balls had been, and yet they were all I had and I sure didn't want to lose them! I bucked my hips and fought against the restraints, begging them not to do this, not to castrate me, but they ignored me and didn't say anything but just proceeded to set the wire. Then, I watched as one of them picked up the plug and plugged the table into the wall, and as soon as he did I heard the whirring sound again, and at the same time I felt the tension around the top of my own balls increasing, where the thick wire began its twisting. I knew I had to get loose! God I fought the restraints then, and started jerking and struggling as if there was no tomorrow coming. They laughed, really loudly, and then the one that had spoken to me earlier leaned down to where his mouth was just in my ear, and he whispered in a heavy accented voice: "Feel that wire boy? In the next few minutes it is gonna castrate you, just like it did to your fuckbuddy here. Yeah....that's what it's going to do. If I were you, I'd enjoy the fur lined hole, and fuck the table like a girlfriend, just like your friend did. At least you'll get to squirt out a final load before you lose your balls." I fought and screamed and begged. One of the men slapped my rear with his hand, and then he cupped my balls and pulled on them, checking the wire to make sure the loop was in place and the twisting was occurring as they wanted it to. After that, they just up and left me there, fighting the restraints as the motor turned and the wire was twisted. They left me! Suddenly, the room was empty, and I was alone, alone with Billy, and I knew then that I needed Billy's help to stop what was being done to me. For a second I couldn't believe my luck and that they had gone, but they had, and so it was just me and Billy and I suddenly had hope. But, other than Billy, there wasn't anyone else in the room that could unplug the machine, and if he didn't help me then I was as good as castrated. So of course, I called to him then! I begged him, begged him, but he just sat there unmoving, doing nothing but watching as that wire looped around my nuts just twisted tighter and tighter. Oh GOD...he HAD to help me! I realized then it was just him and me, two rivals, just him and me and the wire. He looked away then, and suddenly in that instant I knew it was just me and the wire, and after that there was nothing on this earth but that wire and my balls. I could feel it slowly being tightened, tighter and tighter and tighter. Oh God I didn't want to lose my balls! I didn't do anything for several minutes, trying to think of something. All I could do was call out to him for help, and I did, I begged him, and apologized to him for the way we had been rivals. I BEGGED HIM OH SO HARD! I promised to pay him, to give him anything if he would save my balls! I told him to name his price, to let me know what he wanted and I would get if for him. But no matter what I said he didn't move, and instead just stared at me, watching me struggle and beg and saying nothing back to me. Then the wire started to dig down into my scrotum, and I could literally feel it happening. It was castrating me! I knew it too! Oh GOD I hated that feeling, and when I looked up at Billy I was screaming at him to help me, begging him then as hard as I could to help me and to save my nuts. I called out "BILLY, PLEASE MAN, IT'S CASTRATING ME! HELP ME FOR GOD'S SAKE...PLEASEEEEE!!!!!" But, he just stared back at me, and then slowly his blank expression changed into a smile, a grin really, and I knew then that there was no help coming my way. When that grin appeared on his face I knew then and there I was done being a man. I started pushing and pulling and jerking my body in every way I could, trying to pull something loose or to jerk the table hard enough that the plug might pull out of the wall. My cock started to feel good, and I realized that I was fucking the fur hole, literally fucking the same hole that Billy had just fucked and he was watching me do it too. In and out I slid my cock, slamming my ass up and down as I fought and struggled. Suddenly, I realized it was over, that I had no hope, and then it occurred to me that this would be the last time I would ever have the feeling. I was being unmanned, and Billy Kisker was watching it happen, letting it happen even, and then I saw his wilted cock and suddenly I knew that when my own balls were gone my cock too would become a worthless noodle just like his. Suddenly I started willfully humping the table, pushing my cock in and out of the hole, fucking it, literally fucking it, deep and with long satisfying strokes. I could feel the wire on my balls, feeling it stealing them, and so with nothing left to hope for I just fucked that fur-lined hole in the table as if it was a real pussy. It was almost a race. I guess I wanted to feel the feeling of being a male, feeling that feeling of pleasure one more time before it was stolen from me forever. Billy watched me fuck that table, grinning, and yet I didn't care anymore that he was looking at me, and I just kept up my thrusting until I started to cum. I threw my head back, and my eyes went wide, and then after that I just yelled out "OH...I'M CUMMINGGGGGG!!!!" and started to pump out my goo, my semen flying out of my cock in rhythmic contractions one and another and another and another. God it felt so damn good! It was I think the biggest was of my life. I came and came, and as I was cumming I felt this pain in my nuts and it began to increase very quickly, until it was shooting up between my legs even as I was ejaculating. God I screamed "NOOOOOOOOO!" even as I was squirting out my jism. I felt the wire and lived through my own unmanning at the same time I emptied my balls. Suddenly, Billy slowly got to his feet, and he shuffled his way across the room to where I was. I begged him to hurry, to unplug the machine, but instead he reached out, between my legs, and then I felt him holding my scrotum, exactly the way I had held his as he was being nutted. I threw my head back and screamed then, feeling my rival holding my balls, holding my bag and knowing it was all but done. God he had my balls! He was caressing my sack, fondling it and feeling out the individual testicles within my bag, feeling the hairs and gently tickling the skin on my bag while the wire was pulled through the top of my bag. His fingers traced the wire as it was begin twisted through the tissue, until it was deep inside of me, and even then he fondled my nuts and held the essence of my manhood. I could feel him holding me, holding my balls, and he was just hefting my balls and feeling them, feeling everything that made me a man. And, he was grinning to, grinning from ear to ear then as he held my sac and felt my castration being done to me. God it hurt like shit, and then a few minutes later I threw my head back and screamed as the pain intensified a thousand fold. He didn't care, and seemed to grin even wider. Suddenly I heard the motor speed up, and the pain disappeared then, replaced instead by a dull ache where my balls had been. I knew I was castrated of course, knew it, and felt it too, and when I looked over my shoulder again he was holding them, holding my full scrotum and it was obviously they were his then and no longer mine. He was grinning so wide then, literally grinning, and he just held my balls and stared at them like they were oh-so-important. Yeah, he stared at my severed balls for the longest time. Finally, very slowly, he unplugged the machine, and then he finally unstrapped me. I tried to get off the table, but fell, and he fell to, so that the two of us were laying on the floor, under the table, literally laying where we had both shot out our last and final loads as young men. He set my nuts down right next to his own, so that our two excised scrotums were sitting there side by side, sitting in what was now almost a puddle of jism that we had squirted from our bodies. There were so many lines of jetted semen on the floor, his and mine, mixed together until they were one and the same. I looked at him, and he and me, and after that we both fell into each others arms, supporting one another in a way, like two eunuchs sharing a common bond. In that instant we werent rivals anymore. I was way too weak to move, and so was he, and so we just laid there like that for a very long time, all through the night even, and it wasnt until early the next morning that we gathered up the strength to leave. I guess there isn't much else to the story, and my parents were so humiliated that we moved away about three months later. I never saw Billy again, never, but I did run into Lisa about three years later, and when I did she had a beautiful little boy with her. I looked at him, and he looked at me, and his bright red hair and freckled face was the spitting image of Billy Kisker. Lisa looked at me, and then she told me with a smile that she had named him Ricky. [Authors note: © Copyright June, 2005. All rights reserved. Not to be copied without the consent of the author. [email protected]] |