The “Fucking Tables” of the Past; 2nd Letter

Dear Nathan,

Hey, I know what you mean about the “fucking” tables. They were well known in the Balkans, I can tell you that. I’ve never seen one mind you, but from your description in your note to me I would like to. After getting your letter, I went to our local library, and as you can imagine there isn’t much on them. However, I found one eyewitness account, from a guy that actually got strapped to one when he was a teenager. It’s pretty intense, and I hope what he experienced wasn’t typical. I’ll send it to you for you to read. Later guy, I’ve got to run....

Mikal

Victim’s interview of his sentence to the State operated castration table, circa 1957

Reporter: “So, you were sentenced then to be castrated by a judge?”

Hans: “Well, I don’t think he was a judge really. More of a local magistrate, I guess. I was young remember, just turned eighteen the week they did it, and so I don’t remember everything.”

Reporter: “But you didn’t have an appeal process or anything?”

Hans: [laughing] “Hell no. There wasn’t any appeal. My friends and I were just screwing around, throwing rocks at the trains and doing the mischief that teenage boys do I guess. They were my friends, and well, when Nyster brought his girl and we did her, well, that’s when it just got out of hand I guess. The train thing they might have let go, but the girl was their excuse and so they used her to take our balls.”

Reporter: “So, you were sentenced for raping a girl?”

Hans: “Well, it wasn’t really a rape but that’s what they said. They took the four of us, yeah, all of us and when they found out Nyster was just fifteen they let him keep his balls. They scared him though. They put him on the table, and they watched him as he fucked the table. He was just a kid. But after he came, after he sprayed out his semen and they watched him, well after that they unplugged the table before it took his balls. Then, they spanked him with a short piece of wood, a paddle of sorts, until his ass was glowing cherry red. All the while he was being paddled he could feel the wire around his balls, and he didn’t know if they were gonna plug it back in or not. Anyway, he was crying pretty good, begging like a baby, and after they had spanked him good they up and let him go. I guess he fucked the table and after they paddled him they had got what they wanted. But for the rest of us, well, the rest of us they let it go until we lost everything.”

Reporter: “Nyster got to keep his balls and the rest of you didn’t?”

Hans: “Yeah...it’s a funny thing now I guess. It was his girl, and he had shared her, and then in the end all of his competition, his friends, lost their balls and so after that he had her all to himself. Later he married her. I think he had a couple of kids the last I heard.”

Reporter: “But the rest of you, they did you all at once?”

Hans: “No....one at a time. They only had the one table. Nyster was first, and when he came out with his red ass we knew we were in for something but we had no idea really. Richard was the second one...he was nineteen and they took him into the room where the table was. About twenty minutes later they dragged him out, and I remember he was naked and his ass was read. I also saw his balls were missing. He was barely conscious when they dragged him out, and then it was Williams turn and he was crying before he ever went in. He was seventeen, and he fought them good, but in the end they took him just the same. I was tied outside against a pole, and so I waited for them to finish with him so I could have my turn. I could hear some noises from inside, and after a while I heard him yelling really loud and I could hear the paddle being cracked over his ass. Then, after that they brought him out too, and just like Williams they had blistered his ass and then castrated him I was really scared then!”

Reporter: “That must have been a terrible feeling.”

Hans: “Yes, I can’t really describe it.”

Reporter: “Can you tell me then what happened to you?”

Hans. [Wipes his brow] “Well....well, they came for me, dragged me into the room and when I saw the table it was very scary. There was some blood around the hole, and I could see there was fur on the top around the hold in the middle. They told me to get undressed, and I didn’t want to.”

Reporter: “But you did? Or did they take your clothes off of you?”

Hans: “They told me to take off my clothes and get on the table, or they would do it for me. They said if they did it, like they had to do for my friends, then they would blister my bottom red with a board just like they had already done. They showed me the paddle, and I had seen their bright red bottoms, so I knew they would do it.”

Reporter: “Did you do what they said?”

Hans: “Yes...I didn’t know what else to do. I got undressed....the underwear I tried to leave on but they told me take it off. Then I climbed up on the table. I remember thinking I should fight them, but there had to be fifteen of them in that room...it was very crowded, and it was obvious I wasn’t going to be able to stop them.”

Reporter: “AH...I see. So, you got on the table. Did you...did you put yourself in position?”

Hans: “They told me to put my prick in the hole and lay down flat on the table. I was so afraid. They held up the big paddle and threatened me with it again, and so I did what they said. My prick was very small and thin...I wasn’t hard at all but I put it in the hole and it slid in. I was just a kid...just eighteen and a teenager so my prick wasn’t all that big.”

Reporter: “Did they later paddle you anyway?”

Hans: “No...they didn’t use the paddle on me.”

Reporter: “Can you describe what happened after you put yourself into the position they wanted?”

Hans: “Ah...well...I mean, it felt very humiliating to be laying naked on the table, with all of those men in the room. The fur on my prick was very soft, and that felt good, and yet the girl we had had, well, she...she had felt much better. I did her last, and so my friends’ semen had lubed her up, nice and wet, and she felt a lot better than the table did. But she is my only one so I don’t know if that is always true.”

Reporter: “What happened next. Would you just tell us what happened?”

Hans: “Well, there isn’t that much to tell. They took the leather straps and bound up my wrists and ankles, and then they ran the straps up under my legs and cinched them tight. I could move a little, and rock my hips, but I could not get off the table and it was impossible to pull back far enough to get my prick out of the hole.”

Reporter: “I see....go on.”

Hans: “Then they hooked up the wire....put it around my balls with a twist and then somehow hooked it to the machine. It didn’t’ take them very long. After that, well, they told me I was going to be castrated for what I had done, and asked me if I had anything to say before they plugged in the table and let it take my manhood. I...I begged them....told them I would be good and I would do anything to make up what I had done....but they laughed. I told them I wanted to be a man. They laughed louder, and said, well, you’ve got about ten minutes left to be a man, so enjoy them if you want. Then, then they plugged in the machine and I saw the clock start.”

Reporter: “That must have been a terrible feeling.”

Hans: “Yes...yes it was.”

Reporter: “Go on....please describe what it was like.”

Hans: “Well, the table was like a machine, and the clock made a whirring noise. You could feel the wire around your balls....cause right away it was twisting and I know I started to try and pull out of it. Of course, they had me strapped down to it, and I wasn’t able to get loose. One of the men in the room, about my father’s age, just reached under me, between my legs, and he cupped my balls with his hand. I could feel him tickling them, moving his fingers over my sac, playing with it even, gently touching it and caressing it I guess.”

Reporter: “Did he just do that for a minute or so, to check the wire perhaps?”

Hans: “Ah, no. No. He was not checking the wire. He was just holding my balls, playing with them, and he never stopped. He was still holding them when the wire finally finished its cut, because when they came free they were in his hand. I’d say he held me the entire time, feeling my balls, touching them, working his fingers through the hair I had growing on them. He just played with them, until....until they were his and no longer mine. He would cup them, and he talked about them as he held them.”

Reporter: “What sort of things did he say?”

Hans: “Well, I can think of a few of the things he said. I remember him saying ‘This one’s got a nice set’ and ‘this boy’s nuts are really drawing up” and “boy, this guy’s teenage balls are tight.” I think he just kept a running commentary on what my testicles were feeling as the wire was slowly being twisted closed.”

Reporter: “That must have been terrible. Did it make you....did it give you an erection?”

Hans: “The table was designed to make you hard, and I wasn’t any different in that regard than anyone else. Hell, I was barely eighteen, and I was horny as hell all of the time. Because we had been held as prisoners for about five or six days before they did this, I didn’t have the chance to masturbate or anything. So, when the put me on that table, I was very...horny I was, and so I got hard right away and I know my balls were fat and full of desire.”

Reporter: “So your prick was in the hole in the table and it was hard?”

Hans: “Yes...I was very hard. I also got thicker, and the hole got tighter when that happened. The fur gripped your prick, and when you moved you could feel yourself sliding through it.”

Reporter: “Did you ejaculate?”

Hans: [Laughing] “What a question! But yes, the feeling was very intense, and with the man holding my balls I could feel the wire, and as it was growing tighter my prick was very hard and I actually dripped some precum on the floor. They laughed when I did that, with my prick dripping. It grew long, and the very tip of my dick stuck out the bottom of the table, out of the fur. I fought the ropes, and when I tried to pull back on them by bucking my hips my prick slid through the beaver fur that filled the hole where my cock was. The fur felt very silky, very good, and so it made you hard and the more you moved your cock the better and more intense was the feeling.”

Reporter: “Can you describe it, the feeling, I mean all of it and what happened?”

Hans: “Well, I could feel my balls getting squeezed. I knew it was the end for them, and the men in the room were all laughing at me and watching the machine. I knew I would never be a man, and so, well, I started moving my hips....I don’t know...I was thinking I wanted the feeling one more time before I lost it.”

Reporter: “You....you pushed into the hole then?”

Hans: “Yes...yes I did. I...I fucked the table. I did...I fucked it fast, as if it was a woman and I wanted to finish the fuck before I lost my balls. The fur felt good, and I rammed my prick into it. I closed my eyes, tried to think of the girl, trying to think of her and forget the men that were watching. It was not easy, the man was holding my balls, and while I was fucking the table another man put his hand on my ass, right on my ass and just let it ride there, up and down as I fucked the table.”

Reporter: “Did you say anything? Did they?”

Hans: “I wasn’t saying much. I had begged them, but they had started the table and it was obvious that no matter what I said I would never get them to stop. So, no, I guess I moaned some, as the feeling got better, and I guess I was gasping as I got into it. They talked, a lot though. One man talked about my ass, how fast I was moving it, how strong my muscles were and how ‘sexed’ I was. When I started sweating the guy holding my ass would run his hand up and down my back, and over my bottom, feeling the sweat as I worked.”

Reporter: “What it hot in the room?”

Hans: “Well, yes, I suppose, but I was sweating because I was working so hard so I don’t know for sure. I was really trying to cum, my last chance, and so I was working the hole in the table even as they watched and laughed as I did. The wire was so tight...I mean, my balls suddenly were really aching, and I knew the wire was cutting them off. I was so desperate, I fought, then I guess I panicked and really jerked hard on the restraints, which got them all laughing even more at me.”

Reporter: “So, you said you ejaculated. Did it just happen, and was that when you lost them?”

Hans: “Well, yes, I did ejaculate. My balls were hurting, and he was holding them and tickling them and the other man, who was feeling my ass as I jerked it up and down, kept talking about my ass being so firm, and how my teenage body just looked so hot when it was fucking the ‘pussy.’ All of a sudden the man with his hand on my ass pushed a finger into my hole...just slid it deep inside of me and pushed it in, twisting it, rubbing the very depths of my soul. When he did that, well, that’s when I started cumming then...I know I yelled and then I was squirting, and my twisted balls were screaming even as the cream inside of them boiled out and spurted under the table.”

Reporter: “So, what happened then?”

Hans: “It was the greatest orgasm in my life. I wanted it to go on forever. I just tried to keep it going, fucking faster and faster, and grunting it out as it happened. The men were all laughing, as I worked my hips and thrust in my pole, trying to enjoy my last fuck as I worked my hard prick in and out like a piston in the hole. I was very hard by then, and I was filling the hole, barely fitting, as the tight fur lined hole gripped my cock and milked me dry.”

Reporter: “Did your semen end up on the floor?”

Hans: “Well, yes...there was a wooden floor, and I didn’t see it when I was doing it. But afterwards, when they dragged me off the table, I looked under the table and there was a small puddle there, quite a bit of semen. It was way too much and that’s when I realized it was all of our semen, from my friends and me, on the floor in a puddle, just pooled there where we had sprayed it, one after the other.”

Reporter: “And then you lost your balls?”

Hans: “Yes. I was still feeling the good, when the pain really started. After that, I could only feel my balls, and I screamed and yelled and begged. The pain lasted several minutes, and I jerked and twisted and they laughed and laughed. I was in a panic, fighting the straps, jerking my hips, screaming and begging and jerking hard in desperation. The pain grew worse and worse and I knew it was happening, I could feel the wire and the way it was cutting off my balls. There was nothing I could do. Nothing, and I felt just so helpless as they were all laughing at me while the table castrated me.

Reporter: “Please, go on.”

Hans: “Well, all of a sudden I felt sick inside, and then a deep ache followed that, and that’s when I realized they were laughing and then I thought the man who had been holding my balls had let go of them. I couldn’t feel him holding them anymore, and when I looked over my shoulder to see if he was still holding them, I realized they were gone. He was still holding them alright, but they weren’t attached to me anymore and that’s when I knew that I had been castrated.”

Reporter: “And then it was over?”

Hans: “Well, they took pictures, and laughed some more, congratulating each other on ‘doing the boys.’ They patted my rump and rubbed the sweat on my back. Then, they set up the camera, and they posed with me, holding my head to the camera as they held my balls under my chin and smiled. I think they took several pictures, shaking hands and padding my ass. One man climbed up top of my back, straddling me, and pulled my head up, forcing me to stare at the camera lens. Then he held up my balls by my face, and as I looked at my severed sac the flash took the image and they all laughed. After that, they unstrapped me and dragged me outside, and I never saw my balls again.”

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