Ayzintion City - A Friend's Dilemma

Ayzintion is big, and it has big city problems. It stretches down an entire valley, with the steep mountains forming natural, protective walls. The population seems to grow greater with each year that passes. I am a man of the law, and while I am not a popular man, I do my job and I am not ashamed of it. Nobody likes a lawyer, until they need one, and yet even so I am needed a lot. I work directly for the Council of Elders, and while I do not handle the big cases still what cases I do handle are big to the people who I deal with.

I work in the central domestic investigation office, located near the central part of the city, near the biggest of the apothecary shops and just off of the main street. My name is Leonard Kastine, and I am the principal investigator, and have worked my way up through the ladder until I am now somewhat successful, with a good reputation. I do honest work, and if a man has done nothing wrong he has nothing to fear from me. Still, I have been a champion of the oppressed. I am what some would say a powerful man, because my decisions can free a man or imprison him. I work with the authority of the Council; although the reality is that I've never talked directly with a Councilman. We do not handle the big cases, the crimes against nature or where someone has been killed. No, we don't handle those. Still, we handle a lot of cases, and we have never been busier.

Once we have a case, we make an investigation and in the end I make the decision. Whatever it is it is always final. We often exonerate the accused, and more often than not we take no action. Still, if a crime has been committed, then we have the power to punish the offender, and our sentences that are handed out have the full force and power of the Council behind them. Once we issue a decree, and I have signed it, then after that things happen. I've had a lot of individuals flogged, and I'm quick to sentence a misbehaving man to the stocks or the rack or the whipping posts. A few times a month a man will earn some prison time, and sometimes, I'll have them castrated.

The law in the city is as old I think as the mountains that surround it. And, so are the punishments. If there is doubt as to a man's innocence, he is never convicted. Never. Certainly, lots of guilty men may go free, but in the end the system is just and so we accept it. Still, when men ignore the law the justice we met out is swift, and sure, and that in turn helps to make the city the wonderful place that it is.

I'll never forget the day when my best friend came to me out of the blue, when I least expected it, and with a burden that seemed trivial to me but was heavy on his heart. Normally I would have passed a case like his to a subordinate, but I would do anything for him, and he knew it and so that is why he came to me. I have to admit that I didn't initially see his concern, and in fact when I saw him that first time I almost laughed, because he looked so serious and the fix seemed so easy. But I was wrong.

His name is William Trakkus, and he is forty-eight years old. I know, because so am I, and we grew up together, went to school together, and we played together. He was my best childhood friend. He even taught me how to masturbate, and we used to laugh and play all kinds of games. I envied him when we were kids, because he knew how to chase the girls, and long before I had dared to kiss one he was into fucking them. He liked to flirt with older women, because he said they were more desperate, and knew what to do and how to do it. So I guess, it's no surprise it caught up with him.

He ended up getting married just before his fifteenth birthday, when I was still learning what my dick was for. His parents weren't too happy of course, but the woman was a woman of power and from a very influential family, and it was easier for her to marry a boy than to explain her impropriety. She was more than three times his age, but because he had picked the wrong woman and wasn't careful with the deed, she forced his hand and after that there wasn't much he could do. Of course, he married a woman older than his mother because he had no choice. No, when his seed began to grow his options had gone to zero. It was either marriage or his balls at that point, and so the choice had been easy.

I was of course his best man, and at the time I remember thinking how lucky he was. The wedding was semi-private, as her family wanted to keep all of the teenage kids out of it. Still, some of us got to come, and I actually think we were envious. For one thing she was a hot, sexy woman, and I couldn't believe he was going to be able to fuck her every night. She certainly didn't look that old, and her white silk dress was so beautiful I still remember it these many years later. Her tits had jutted out of her wedding dress, and her jet black hair, long and silky and oh-so-smooth, was so damn hot it was hard to believe she was his. I remember staring at her beautiful bright, brown eyes that were so dark and hot and sexy I almost creamed my pants. God I was envious! Of course, that was a long time ago and I'm not envious anymore.

She wasn't bad for him though, and she treated him well. Will is a very rich man now, and the fortune he made he made with her help. We stayed in contact, he and I, even though he had to quit school. He went into the blacksmith trade, and started to specialize in items for the slave market. He was good, and he learned the trade well. He learned how to work the steel, and soon he was making the most beautiful inlaid castration knives, pounding the Damascus steel with a hammer until he had folded the steel into itself so many times it was perfect. His blades were the sharpest in the city, and while they weren't cheap they were in high demand and they held an edge like no other. His knives became known as Red Devils, and it wasn’t because they were castration knives. No, you see he always inlaid a small red ruby, like a dot, in the middle of every handle of every knife he made. It was his trademark, his signature. It was his wife's idea, and it had paid off handsomely. Soon he was making more than knives. With his wife's urging and support, he branched out into cuffs and restraints and iron rings, and he made the finest chains in the land.

It wasn't long before his work could be seen in every slave yard, and more slaves lost their balls to one of his knives than you can count. At every castration his cuffs were used to bind the young men to their table, holding them fast no matter how hard they struggled and screamed. His chains and cuffs were the standard restraints at the prison, and his work was in use everywhere. His stuff worked, and it worked well. Slowly he grew the business, and started to export his wares. Two big shops later he had topped off his success, and after that the money just rolled in to them. His knives are still made today, by others, but now the ruby in the handle is a reddish river stone instead, polished smooth but still not the same. His knives aren't the same either, but they are still purchased and the reputation keeps them selling even if the blades do not.

As my friend and his wife raised their son, they branched out their business and at his wife's urging he started to invest in the slave market, buying them at good prices and then nutting them before he put them on the open market and resold them at a substantial profit. That was all his wife's idea, and she certainly kept her influence and maintained a share of control that few wives enjoy. I know she was always there when every slave was cut. It was her thing, to hold their balls and feel them, and to give the final word and then watch them squirm when they were nutted. She never wielded the knife, but she was there when it was done, laughing as the boys were unmanned one after the other. As she grew older she seemed to have more and more of them cut, buying the slaves and building the business. She was always there, watching the slaves as they were unmanned, and sometimes even holding their balls when they came free.

Being Wills best friend, I had been to their house many times throughout the years, and now they lived in a large, log home with lots of massive stone work. It sat up on the first ridge, along the area known as the Hillside, and from there it commanded a view of the city that would make you gasp. The two of them had a lot of slaves, as she liked having them around. She had nutted all of them, not personally of course, but she had stood there when it was done and made sure it was done right. She liked her eunuchs, and they were around in abundance. She had castrated boys to do her every bidding, to make their meals and to clean their bed and to work their garden.

Several years ago I was over for dinner and ask them if all their slaves were castrated, and he laughed and said "Yeah, Margaret likes them that way." His wife had grinned, and then she had said "I like men that do what I tell them and without being second guessed. I was there when every single one of them was nutted, so they don't mock me and they do what I say. I know they remember me holding their balls before I had them taken. I like holding a man's balls after the've been nutted, feeling his testicles and knowing they are mine. I think it puts a man in his place." God that had made her laugh.

They were both rich now. Very rich. They were well known in the city too, and they had a lot of friends. His wife was big in the city's inner circle, and well respected, even if she was old, and over the years she had got them both invited to many functions that I was never privy to. She was a powerful woman. Still, she had grown older and older, and that in itself had doomed their marriage. Worse, their only son was the wife's pride and joy, but Will hated him. He had embarrassed them on several opportunities, and the kid was always into mischief. He was not popular in town. As he had gotten older Will had started to dislike the boy, because he blamed him for the marriage he had been forced into. As his wife grew older, his dislike grew into anger, and after that the hatred of the boy, although one sided, had grown into an obsession. The more Will disliked the boy the more it hurt his wife, and that fueled the hatred for the kid even more. In a very real way he blamed the woman for having him. Will hated the kid, and now that he was grown up he wouldn't even talk to him anymore. It was a major falling out between him and his wife of course, but the kid was out of the picture and there wasn't anything the woman could do about it.

Their marriage had started off OK, but over the years it had slowly deteriorated. Of course, a lot of years had passed now, and she was now an old lady. Very old, but except for her age she was healthy. Her beauty was long gone though, and she knew it, and now there wasn’t much to do but wait for the end to come.

William set down in front of me, in my office, and we started to chat. Mostly, I listened.

"Hey Leo, it's good to see you. I...I don't know really where to start, but I need your help and that’s why I've come. It's about Margaret, as she's off her rocker I think, and now the hag is really pissed at me and this morning she did the unthinkable--the hag actually filed charges against me. The marriage is in the gutter, and she's trying to destroy me before she dies. I wish the hag would just get it over with, but I'm afraid she's planning on sticking around a while. Anyway, she's angry as shit at me and she's bent on revenge. Do you know what she said last night?"

I looked at my friend, and shook my head. I already knew they had difficulties, and he had confided in me before so most of this wasn't news. Then I said: "You worry too much. She's an old, tired lady, and legally there isn't much a wife can do to her husband. What did she say?"

He swallowed, and I could see he was sweating. Then he said: "She leaned over to me last night, when I was working on the books, and she said "I'm through with you William. Through. I've decided I'm going to take the business, and the money, and I'll destroy you. You know how Will? You figured it out yet? Well you will, cause I'm gonna enjoy listening to the laugher when I'm holding onto your balls after they have cut them from you."

He looked at me, and I stared at him. Then he said: "She was dead serious Leo; she said that right to my face!"

I grinned, to break the tension, and then I said: "Ah shit Will, you worry too damn much. I haven't seen the charges, as they haven't worked up here yet. But if she did file them, I can get the packet and handle it myself. I'm telling you here and now I'll dismiss them, and that will be the end of it. She's not gonna be taking your balls, or anyone else's for that matter, so quit worrying about that. Lots of marriages have trouble, and while it can be tough, the wives have to learn to deal with it. Usually we can work out a solution. Maybe she just needs a vacation? The fishing along the southern border is hot right now." I laughed. Then I said, "She is just getting old. That's all."

"You've got that right. The hag's almost seventy-five for God's sake! She's a bitch, and we don't have anything in common. She try's to rule the house, and she acts like she has the balls in the family. I'm sick and tired of it, that's what I am. I told her to shut up, and I've tried to be a man and run my household, and that’s when she got angry at me. I swear Leo, half the crap she wrote she's making up. I swear it."

I had him wait, and went to find the charges. If she filed a domestic report, it would have to be in our office, and it was. What surprised me was that it had a council stamp on it, which of course elevated its priority somewhat. I began to read:

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"Domestic Abuse--Margeret Zeffer Trakkus, against William Robert Trakkus

The spouse claims her husband of thirty four years has engaged in continuous violence against her, striking her regularly and without cause, and has made her life miserable. She is now in constant pain, with aching joints and a blurred vision. The spouse also claims that her husband willfully denies her wifely pleasures, ignores her wishes on an ongoing basis, and has engaged in sexual acts outside of the marriage.

Specific redress requested: Public castration by selected cutter

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I carried the complaint back into my office, and then I started to laugh. Will looked so serious, and this thing was so ridiculous it was laughable. First of all, it would be impossible for her to prove such charges, and they just didn't seem very plausible. She was old for God's sake, and that alone would explain her pain and aching joints and her blurred vision. How the hell was Will supposed to have given her those? It was a joke really, and the requested redress wouldn't happen in a million years, even if the entire thing was totally true. I giggled.

The last charge was pretty serious, but even if it was 100% true, the charge would be easy to mediate, and there would certainly be extenuating circumstances that would alleviate the desired punishment. There was no way a husband who had kept his wife happy for more than thirty years would lose his balls--not without getting a warning first and other punishments had been carried out. Marriage problems almost never end in castration. My friend looked so worried, and I couldn't help but giggle.

I'd handle "this one" myself, and as I handed the complaint to my friend to read I almost was going to play it up on him, just to make a joke. But he looked so worried I decided against it. Finally, after he had read it, I said: "Ok Will...what's the real scoop? I'm gonna take the case, so don't worry about it. I'd throw it in the trash now except it was sent through the council, so I'll have to at least process it and do the investigation and render a decision. But it's just a formality, and it won't take long. In fact Will, I'll interview you now, and then her, and after that I can render the verdict and we can end this. Will, this is not that big of a deal. I promise you I'll have it all finished up by noon day after tomorrow. Maybe some counseling for you and her, but other than that this isn’t that big of a deal."

He looked at me and smiled. Then he said: "Thanks! God...I was worried. She's a bitch, and you have no idea what life has been like with her. Its funny, but I’m looking forward to the day she dies."

I smiled. And understood. She was a wrinkly old hag, and he and I both knew it. Still, he was married to her, and so he had his obligations and he had to treat her with respect, and to take care of her. But he didn't have to fuck her. Of course, he knew that, and he knew the vows he had taken so very long ago. I finally asked the question, because it had to be asked and I needed to know: "Well, tell me now, up front, how much of this other junk is true?"

He looked at me, to gauge my reaction I think, and then he said: "Awe....Leo....its not like she said. First of all, I don't hit the bitch. I slapped her face a couple of times about a week ago, and I've done it once or twice before, but she always deserved it. This last time she was bitchin at me for staying out late. I am tired of her Leo...just tired of her. She's gotten ugly, and within the last couple of years she started growing those warts on her face and now it just fuckin disgusts me. Hell, it's hard to look at her, and she knows it. She's gotten ugly as sin she has."

I nodded. He was right there of course. Hitting his wife wasn’t allowed under the law, but it by itself wasn't that big of an offense. Even in the most extreme cases of domestic violence, a severe strapping would be the worst punishment a husband could earn. In cases where it happened only once or twice, a warning would take care of it.

I thought of her, with warts on her face. That made me smile. So, that's why I hadn't been invited to their home in a while. Too ugly to be seen? God that was funny! But even the last time I had I remembered that she wasn't a pretty woman anymore. Then I said: "Well, go on...I'm listening" and he began to tell the rest of it.

"Well...she says she's in pain....and that's true. She's got the joint disease, and she's had it for years, and it's just getting worse and now she can hardly move. She's just so fuckin old and that's why she hurts. I didn't make her bones creek. Her vision's shit, that's true too, but her eyes are clouding over and she's going blind. I didn't give her that either. I didn't. Still, she's not dying, even though I wish she was. But she can't have that long of a time left, and I think she just wants to hurt me before she goes, because she wants me to have nothing after she's gone."

I nodded. It was a motive, and it made a lot of sense. I grinned. There was no case. Still, I asked: "Well, lots of women would like to blame their husbands for making them old. In her case, she was old when you married her."

I laughed, and so did he, and we just giggled and the memories of him so long ago came flooding back. She had seduced him when he was a teen, the woman chasing him and almost forcing the sex on him. Of course, he too had been more than willing, and for those first years, when she was a hot woman and he was a just a boy, they had each found paradise in their own strange way. God they had had fun together! Anyway, I turned my attention back to her filing, and asked: What about the rest of this? The sexual infidelity part. That can be a little tricky if you've been cheatin' on her, so I need to know. You fucked any other women Will?"

He looked at me, and his eyes grew serious. Then he said: "No...but for God's sake Leo, she's gonna be eighty in a few years! I'm not about to fuck HER! Would you? Would any man? She's a hag. She knows it too. But I haven’t cheated on her; I'm not out with any whores. I haven’t fucked a woman in ten years. God...TEN YEARS! God knows I'd like to be, but I'm not that stupid. Besides, I don't go out anymore."

I thought he was going to tell me something else, but he didn't, and so I let it pass. I grinned then, and told him to forget about the complaint. I'd have to interview her, but it wouldn't take long, and then I'd put the entire thing in the trash. I gave him my promise to handle it personally, and told him not to worry. I'd interview her first thing tomorrow, and hopefully issue my report by tomorrow afternoon, certainly by early the next day. After that it would be over. I kidded him then and said: "Hey Will....you know I could have her flogged for insolence toward a husband. Of course, that'd probably kill her. Oh well, guess not. But it’s a funny thought, and sometimes women need to remember who has the balls in the family!"

He cocked his head back and roared with laughter, and so did I. After that we shook hands, and I gave him my promise as his best friend I'd have it all taken care of by noon the day after tomorrow. I was going to expedite this one, and I didn't see any obstacles. We shook hands, and then my buddy left. As soon as he was gone, I had a runner send for the lady, and set the appointment for the first business hour the following day. Then I shoved the paper to the side and didn't give it another thought.

The following morning, she was right on time. She was dressed up in her best clothes, but it was way too late to make herself beautiful. Her eyes were cloudy, and while she could still see, it was obvious to me that her vision was dimmed. She had brought along one of their eunuch slaves, to serve as a guide to walk her I surmised. He was a young lad who obviously had been nutted right at the beginning of puberty. The boy was carrying her leather bag. I studied him. He looked about fourteen, but of course with a eunuch it's harder to tell, and so I figured he was probably a little older. He was a tall lad, with bright, blue eyes, and he had a light reddish tinge to his blond hair. His hair was cut neatly, and it made him look even younger. His face was covered with freckles, and was baby-face smooth, the way you would expect it to be on a eunuch. The lad was cute as hell. As I studied him, I wondered how long it had been since she had had his balls removed.

I stared at her, and forced myself to not look away. Her eyes were dark, but there was that light cloud over them. I wondered how much of me she could see. Her tits were sagging, down her chest, the lift gone from them long ago. Will was right too, about her face, and there were dozens of warts that had grown over it. The bumps made her look almost grotesque, and I felt sorry for my friend and who he had to live with.

The woman seated herself, and I asked her about the filing. I wanted to get this stared off right, and so I told her in no uncertain terms that she was making very serious allegations against her husband, and man she had been married to for more than thirty years, and one that was well respected in the city. I also told her that there could be severe consequences for any lies she might have told. I started to give her a warning, but she cut me off.

"Do not threaten me sir...do not. I stand behind what is written, and I want him castrated and I expect you to allow me to have it done the way I want. I'm through with him, and I will take his balls and after that he will do my bidding."

Her arrogant attitude angered me, and I couldn't help but show it. I narrowed my eyes, and said "Not unless I sign the order, and that's not likely. A woman's place is to follow her husband, doing what she's told and when she's told. It seems to me old woman, that you have forgotten your place. Remember, I could have YOU whipped!"

She looked at me, carefully, almost as if she was studying me through those half-blind eyes. Then she said: "I see. Well, he hits me, and no woman in the city has to take that."

I looked at her, and picked up the report. Then I said: "A few random slaps on the face from a disapproving husband isn’t that uncommon, and it's certainly not serious enough to warrant a castration. I don't see any bruises, and the only marks on your face are the ones nature has adorned you with."

I had to suppress the smile. While I almost ask her what it was like living with warts on her face, I had made my point anyway, and it was not lost on her. From her expression I could tell the thought was there, even if it went unsaid. She stared through me, and then she slowly replied: "My husband has hurt me, and he defiles me, and you have no idea the pain he puts me in. He cheats on me. I want him punished. I want his balls."

If I had had any doubts they were gone now, and I knew I'd throw this entire thing in the trash. She was a bitch! Well, I knew that it would be easy to issue the final report and I had already heard enough from her. This woman was just a ranting old bitch, and I had little patience for her. There wasn’t a shred of evidence. Yeah, she was just an angry old bitch. Still, I had to humor her, and I had to get through all of it. I answered her: "Well....perhaps you have driven him away. He denies he has ever had a whore, and there is nothing to indicate he has defiled your marriage. Do you have a whore that will confess his crimes?"

She said: "No...I don't have a whore to show you...but I know what I know."

I answered: "No...I didn't think you would. You see, I don't believe you. You're an angry OLD wife, and you have forgotten your place. You don't have a whore because there isn't one."

She stared at me for along time. Then, slowly, she turned to the eunuch slave, and she leaned over and kissed the boy, gently on his cheek. The boy stared straight ahead, with a look that was hard to figure out. Then the boy turned to me, looking at me, his eyes staring. The woman leaned over to him, towards him, and then as I watched she licked his ear. Finally, she said to him: "Tell him what you have observed."

The slave boy looked down, scared, and he was shaking. The woman dropped her left hand to his thigh, and began to rub it around in a small circle there, gently, around and around, tracing a circle on the eunuch's thigh as the boy started to speak. He said: "Ah.hhh....sir, the master....he sometimes does hit her. He does not treat her as well as he should and he's not really a good..."

I interrupted the slave, and said: "Are you a judge of character? How dare you decide what is appropriate for a master to do in his own house. How dare you! I am not here to listen to the opinion of a ball-less slave. You have nothing to contribute here, and it is inappropriate that you speak. I will not accept a nutted slave's testimony."

The boy's face flushed red. He was shaking, and his lower lip quivered. He looked down, seemingly unable to speak, ashamed perhaps.

The hag squinted at me, staring me right in the eyes, her dark clouded eyes staring through me. At the same time she traced her index finger down the boy's leg, and back up until her index finger was resting where his sac was once full of balls. She seemed to be toying with the boy perhaps, teasing him as if he were a man. Then she surprised me, and with her words time stood still: "The boy knows a great deal. My husband doesn’t want me anymore. We have not been in the same bed in ten years. But I never suspected. I just didn’t. You see, just a few weeks back I walked in and caught him, in a slave's bed. He was fucking a boy."

I felt suddenly very warm.

I stared. The boy didn't move. The woman was moving her hand again, tracing her finger up and down his thigh. Then she continued: "I'm an old woman, and I am almost blind. And, who knows how long I have left to live? You know, I never suspected him though. Never. I tried to be good to William, but he wasn't interested in me any longer. I bought him gifts, and made him his favorite dinners, and still he scorned me. I even gave him this boy, as a gift on his birthday, this perfect boy because he wanted a boy who had red hair. Well, then I find out why. I just never suspected. He didn't want me, and wouldn't come to our bed. Instead, he fucked the boys, including this one. In fact, he fucked him on the very day that I gave him the gift. He fucks him still."

I almost threw up. I stared out the window, and I saw a group of slaves being led, naked, their arms tied in front of them as they were being herded toward the castration tables. I couldn't speak. My mind was racing. Shit it was. I looked at her, and said: "I know your husband. He has always liked women."

She opened her eyes, wider, and then she said "William fucks the house boys now. All of them. I think he's addicted to them even. I'm tired of his infidelity, and I want him castrated. His balls have taken his mind."

My heart was pounding. God. I looked at the boy then, and his face had flushed red, bright red. He looked up, and there were tears down his face. He was crying. I looked at him, and for a second I wondered if he had cried when they took his balls. I swallowed, and tried to think. Then I said to the boy: "Is what I have heard true?"

The kid nodded his head slowly up and down, and his faced flushed red. Then his voice cracked, and he said: "I...I hate it but I have no choice. He makes me suck...suck him...and sometimes I have to do it several times a day. In the evenings he mounts me as if I was a woman."

Fuck. Shit. My friend, fucking his eunuch slaves? I let the thought sink in, and stared at the boy and tried to imagine it. He was just a boy, nothing more, and I wondered how horrible his life had become. I felt sorry for him. Castrated, and then turned into a hole for his master's pleasure. God. Damn! Hell! Nobody said anything for several minutes. I tried to stay calm. So, the woman was prepared, and she had her story straight. She was a lot smarter than I had given her credit for, and she had enough dirt on him that some type of punishment was certainly in order.

Then she said: "I have no idea how long it's gone on. But it's been a while. You know, he...he has no idea I know. He thinks I'm blind, and can't hear. He has gotten bolder, and now he empties his balls nightly, grunting out his pleasure in the guest room downstairs. He defiles me, and our marriage. Before I die I want to empty his sac once and for all and hold his cheating orbs in my hand."

It was a hell of a story and I could understand the hags anger. Still, it wasn't a castratable offense, but it wasn't trivial either. If William wasn’t a friend I might have let the charges stand, and given him a sound public thrashing that would totally humiliate the offender. I've had more than a few married men strapped, and it reduces the most hardened of them to tears as their ass is shredded before a crowd. In the end, they always blubber out their apology and mend their ways.

Of course, this time the man was my very best friend, and looking at the hag I could almost understand his motives. Almost. Still, he should have told me, but I knew the embarrassment was probably too much and if he really didn’t think she knew then why would he? Still, as good a story as she had put together, he was my best friend and who could blame him really. I mean, she was as he had put it, 'ugly as sin', and if he used his eunuchs for his pleasure then really at least I could understand the motive.

Even though I personally didn't approve of my friend's behavior, legally speaking, his crime was a minor one. While it merited a strapping, that was about all, and even that might be stretching things if this was the first complaint, which it was. According to the law, a eunuch is technically an unsexed being, and so what you did with them really didn't matter that much. They have no rights, none, and a nutted slave can be used however you want, including fucking. If you are married you are supposed to have your spouse's permission, but even without it, it's just not that big of a deal. As for sex with a eunuch, it doesn’t matter if you are married or not, because once neutered they were just things, an if you use them for pleasure then so be it. So, her story, while serious, certainly wasn't enough, especially not enough to nut my friend.

I took a few seconds to think, and then, slowly, finally, I had the words I was looking for. Then I turned back at the woman and said: "Well, I see....and perhaps I even understand your anger. I'll give this some thought, and render my decision shortly. But technically, strictly speaking, by the law that is, it is not illegal to fuck a eunuch. Under the law a eunuch is nothing, and if your husband chooses to fuck a nutless boy over you there is nothing you can do about it. Perhaps you aren't able to satisfy him any longer."

The woman stared at me, and you could almost see the anger building. She kept her cool though, and then she said to the boy: "When did you suck his cock last?"

The boy looked down in shame, and he said "This....this morning." She traced her finger over his crotch, and along the outline of his dead noodle. Then she said: "When did he make you spread your legs last?" As she asked her questions, she was running her fingers up the outline of his little pole, and I was looking there, at the way she was teasing the ball-less boy. The slave answered her then: "Last night." His face was red with shame. I could see the outline of his thin little useless dick, in the fabric, and then as I watched it almost looked like the teenager's pole started to stiffen. Suddenly, I felt the hair on the back of my neck, and became aware that I was sweating. Then, as she worked his pole, tracing it, she turned her hand over and grabbed the string that held his pants closed.

I started to say something, when she pulled the string, the string that was holding the boy's trousers closed. The string came completely out with her pull, and when it did the boy's fly just parted, his pants open then. The youth wore no underwear, and her act exposed his genitals to the woman and to me. As she did it, his little pole jutted up, into the room, almost fully stiff now, and just as I saw it and took in its meaning she said "This lad has balls."

OH GOD. I looked again at the kid, and her hand was wrapped around his cock then, moving up and down, to make her point. Of course, the boy grew rock hard in her fist and his cock started pulsating. He parted his lips, and was breathing, hard, feeling the old woman as she held his cock. Underneath it, I could see his two orbs, his BALLS, and the hairs that adorned his little teenage scrotum. Above his cock was a bush, his pubic hair just a growing patch, blond and sparse but there non-the-less. She gripped him hard, and he opened his mouth, and then as I watched his prick went even harder, his teenage pole growing up until it was as rigid as a piece of iron. She moved her fist faster, pumping him with intensity.

I looked at the boy's face, and his eyes were closed, his lips parted, as she moved him toward that moment that only a man with balls can feel. I noticed it then, what I had missed the first time. There, on his upper lip, was the wisp of a mustache, oh-so-light but oh-so important. He was a boy, a young sex machine, still growing his way into manhood, and of course, that changed everything. Oh God my friend was in very serious trouble! She had a witness, and he had defiled his marriage, and even worse the witness had balls. This of course complicated everything.

She started flicking the end of his dick with her thumb, playing with it, as she was doing her pumping, and that was the final act that put him over the edge. The boy suddenly cried out: "Oh..oh..nooooo..." and then he ejaculated, his teenage goo pumping out of his cock and over her hand. She pumped him as he came, and suddenly my office was filled with the odor of the young boy's pent up cream. I watched him cum, and my dick went hard. God. He squirted and squirted, and I watched it all. When he finished, she took her hand and licked it, savoring the boy's young spunk and literally eating his mess while I watched her do it. I was staring, not sure what to say. It was almost as if she had taken his seed to emphasize his manhood. The woman grinned then, and that's when I figured it out. She liked the boy.

Of course, I could see it all then, how my friend had needed his fuck, and started using the slaves to gain his relief. How long had it gone on? Years? Of course, she too had grown frustrated over the years while my friend William had fucked his eunuchs and used them to replace the woman he loathed, dumping his seed in their asses and getting his relief.

So, she had bought the boy. God. SHE wanted the boy. SHE wanted his cock. She liked young boys, always had in fact. She wanted to take him to her own bed, to make him fuck her, to satisfy her. Oh it was all making sense now. Of course, she couldn't do that, not married she couldn't, at least not if her husband still had his balls.

Suddenly, I had a thought, a long shot perhaps, but it was worth a question. What if SHE was cheating on HIM? That would even the tide and save his balls. It was a thought. I looked to the boy, who was closing back up his pants, and I asked: "Slave, ...does the lady of the house use you in her bed too?"

The boy looked at me, and then he shook his head, the look of innocence confirming it. The woman grinned, and she said: "You are a smart man. Very smart. Well, the answer is no....not yet. I'm not stupid, and I'll not touch the boy until I empty my husband's sac and steal his stones. But I do want to enjoy my time left, and so I'd appreciate it if you get this done and do it quickly. I want his balls, and the sooner you make that happen the better. At my age you don't know how long you have to live, but I do want to enjoy what I have."

I stared at her. She had it all thought out. Then I said: "And what of your husband?"

She grinned, a sly, evil grin that told me the depth of her hatred. Then she said: "He'll wish he had never stopped loving me. He will pay for hitting me. I'll have his bottom flogged at least once a week, just to remind him I'm in control. I'll also make sure he's chained too. He was always proud of those chains and restraints he made, and since he likes them so much it will do him good for him to spend his time in them. Besides, they will make it easier to position him to watch the boy here when he enjoys himself with me. It will do him good to watch what a young boy with balls can do. Don't worry though, I won't deny him his sexual outlet, as he did me. No, since William has grown to like boys so much, I'll purchase a few older teens with full scrotums to keep his ass filled with cream."

God, she was arrogant. She had thought it all out. Every detail about how she was going to destroy my friend. She must have been thinking about this for a long time. Of course, under the law she could do it all, at least as soon as I signed the order to have him nutted. As soon as his stones were gone then she would be free to fuck the boy any time she wanted. So, that's why this boy still had his balls. The kid knew it too, knew he was a pleasure slave and would be doing her bidding. She would bring him into her bed, and there he would do as he was told and he would do it often. She had it all figured out, and it made me mad.

Shit. I could see her gloating, and she figured she had me. Her arguments had logic and she had thought it all out. She had done her homework, and under the law, her husband was as guilty as sin. Still, William was a damn good friend, and this woman, this wife, was nothing but a hag. Well, I wasn't going to nut him and let her turn him into a whore for a bunch of teenage slaves with balls. No matter what! He was way too good a friend for that, and while the woman wouldn't like my decision there would be no where for her to go once I had made it. The decisions in our office are final. Of course, to keep my reputation in tact I'd have to come up with some kind of consequences for my friend, but even so I knew I wasn’t gonna to let her have his nuts. I'd take a little heat for it, but it would stand.

Still, there would be some humiliation for Will, as there was no way around it now. I'd have to have his ass flogged, and probably in public, sure as shit I would, and that wouldn't make him happy and it would certainly embarrass him. Well, better that than take his balls. Still...it was shit. All of it. But I wasn't going to castrate him. I wasn't. In fact, it wasn't even in the circle of options I was running through my mind. Still, it was going to be tricky to get a decision that would stand on its own and not arouse too many suspicions.

I looked to her, and I said: "Well, you have given me much to think about. I'll have to talk with your husband again, and then after that I can render my decision. It may take a few days to finish up the investigation, but I'll render my report as soon as I can. Madame, thank you for your time." I rose then, and put out my hand, ending the interview. I smiled at her too, and she knew, she KNEW I wasn't going to give her what she wanted. She had thought she had everything covered, but a friendship's stronger than logic, and that was something she hadn't counted on. I had her, and she knew it.

She didn't move though.

I said "Ma'me, I'm done with the interview. I'll get back to you--you need to leave now."

She didn't move. She didn't answer me. She was a stubborn old hag, and apparently she had no intention of leaving, at least not yet. It was almost like she was waiting for me to change my mind, or if not that, at least for something.

I was about to threaten her when I heard some commotion in the outer office and that caught my attention. I could hear voices, but I couldn't hear what was being said. Then, suddenly, my door opened, without a knock, and there, standing in front of me, was a Councilman. God. I jumped to my feet, as did the boy, although the half-blind woman still didn't move and instead stared straight ahead. I was so damn surprised, and I gasp when I saw him.

It was Ficklunder. God. There he was, sure as shit, and I was spellbound. I was truly awed to have him standing in front of me, in MY office, and you could almost feel his power. It seemed to radiate outward from him. I looked to the woman with her clouded eyes, and I said in a very stern voice: "You need to stand Madame, we have a Councilman in our presence."

The Councilman was right next to her, and he put his right arm out and rested it on her shoulder, holding her in her seat. I stared. My heart began to pound harder. He was wearing this long, flowing robe, and it was adorned with the great crest of the city. I couldn't speak. I was standing in the presence of one of the most powerful men in all of Ayzintion, and I was awed. Finally, I said: "Good morning Herr Ficklunder. I...I don't know what to say....I am honored you have come to my small little office. How may I help you, sir?"

The Councilman looked at me, and his eyes burned through my soul. I could feel his power. Slowly, the Councilman said: "Well lawyer, it is Kastine, I believe is it not? Leonard Kastine? It seems you have taken the case for a friend of mine. I have come to make sure it is being handled appropriately."

I stammered. God. This woman had connections! I was at a total loss for words. Then I said: "Ah...sir...yes sir...Leonard Kastine....yes, that's me sir, at your service. I...I am just getting the facts now. An investigation takes a little time, and I am just now learning of her difficulties."

He stared at me. Then he squinted his eyes, and said these words: "Well, then I'll leave you to do it. Just be careful lawyer, because I know it's hard to condemn a friend, especially a friendship that goes back as many years as yours. Don't take too long with your decision though. Tomorrow is a designated punishment day, and I'd like him castrated with the other criminal they are doing at noon. You mark my words, if what is true is true, I'll have your balls if you deny this woman her due and try and protect a guilty man. So my advice is to make sure you are very careful when you make your decision."

With that, he walked out, and the air was suddenly so thick and so hot it felt like a furnace. Sweat was pouring down my back. The woman was smiling, her rotting teeth showing. My heart was pounding, and I became aware of my balls resting in my pants. I could feel them there, defining me as a man, and my dick shriveled and my throat went dry. I had never felt weaker or more insignificant in all my life. Of course, I caved, and signed the order that gave her my friend's balls.

After I signed the order, I went home. I felt so terrible, words really can't describe it. I knew he was being arrested then, and I also knew I had to go see him. I put it off though...the very prospect of facing my friend before they unmanned him was just so daunting that I wasn’t sure I could. Finally, late in the evening, I went to the punishment yard and the holding pens, because I had to and I couldn't put it off any longer.

There were two men being guarded, my friend and another, in separate pens and each waiting to be unmanned. When I saw my friend I was shocked...she had had him plucked and that surprised me. He was naked, and I could see his skin was red all over, where the eunuch slaves had pulled the hairs from his body. Even his head was bald, and his eyebrows were gone, and at first I hardly recognized him. They had pulled them out strand by strand, jerking them out by their roots until he was totally smooth. His armpits looked like those of a ten year old, and his chest was totally hairless. Even his fat prick hung down from a bald mound. His balls were even hairless, and his fat sac looked like a boys.

He looked up and saw me, and then he spat at me. He was hurt, and defeated, and angry too. I could tell he had been crying. I spoke first: "Will, I'm sorry. She had friends on the Council.....Ficklunder himself decided it. I tried, I really did, but in the end there wasn't anything I could do."

He turned to me, and then he said: "Leo....they pulled my hair out. All of it....she used eunuch slaves and had me plucked by those ball-less bastards! You have no idea what that felt like, those deballed freaks pulling my hairs out and laughing all afternoon. They took every fucking hair.....jerked them out two and three at a time. They chained me down with my own fucking chains...and then they pulled my damn pubic hair out by its roots....God that hurt! Hell, they even plucked the hairs around my hole for God sake! I hurt all over. Look at me! I'm a freak! She gave me the body of a 10 year old! Tomorrow she'll take my balls and everyone will laugh as she does. HOW COULD YOU LET HER DO THIS TO ME?"

I stammered. Then I answered, my voice breaking: "You didn't tell me about the boys...she brought one in and he testified against you. God Will, Why?"

He looked up at me. "Don't judge me. I just grew to hate her. I needed to fuck, and the eunuchs were available. Plain and simple...they were there and so I used them. Sure I'd rather have been doing a woman, but I couldn't under the law, so I did the eunuchs instead and it wasn’t as bad as you think. Their holes were tight, and they never refused me."

I answered: "The boy I saw wasn't a eunuch."

He looked at me in surprise. His mind was racing, and then, he said: "Soooo, she did know after all. So, that's it then? Yeah....well. He was her idea. She brought him home, and I figured he had been nutted like all the others. I liked his smooth features...reminded me of a woman. I made him suck me off, and he was good at it. Really good at it. Or course, he had had some training before he was sold. I didn't know he had his nuts still...just didn't suspect that. Before him she had every slave we ever owned nutted before they got home. But not him. Not that boy! I think she set me up. That's what I think."

We were looking at each other now, and I tried not to look at his hairless body. His dick hung down, limp, and I wondered if it would stay that way when they nutted him. I pushed the thought aside, and said: "You had to have seen the lad's balls when you were fucking him."

He looked down, in shame. Then he said: "Well....yes, but not as soon as you think. The first time I fucked him I told him to take his clothes off and lay on the bed and to get in position. He did, and he was on his knees and he reached back and pulled forward on his nuts, so that from where I was standing, in the dimly lit room, I just didn't notice them. After I pulled out I saw them, but shit Leo, by then I had fucked him and so after that what difference did it make? I didn't think anybody would find out, especially her. I was going to have him nutted to make it legal, but the woman wouldn't let me. Like I said, she must have known I was doing him and she set me up. She bought that boy just to trap me. That's what I think, she bought him to do me in."

I shook my head, slowly. "Will....she didn't buy the boy for you."

He turned, and his eyes squinted, and then he said: "She didn't?"

I answered: "No....she didn't. You don't see it, do you? Even now? Hell, she likes young boys Will...she always has. She chased you when you were the same age as that boy is now. She likes em young, plain and simple. Don't you see? She bought the boy for herself! And then she found out you were doing him, and that made her jealous."

He gasped. Then he said "She can't fuck a boy any more than I can fuck another woman! Then it would be HER that was defiling the marriage!"

I looked down.....and hesitated. I didn't have to say anything. He figured it out on his own. Suddenly, Will said: "Oh GOD LEO....she wants my balls...so she can fuck the kid! SHE'S GONNA CASTRATE ME FOR A SLAVE BOY'S PLEASURE! That fucking teenager's gonna be in my bed, fucking every night...emptying his young balls into that hag while that women laughs at me! NO! NO!!!! YOU CAN'T LET THIS HAPPEN!"

He stared at me, and we said nothing then for quite some time. Finally, he whispered: "I don't want to lose my balls Leo."

I didn't say anything. What could I say? I couldn't help him, and he should have known it. It was over, and she had won, and all that was left was for it to be done to him. He couldn't escape, and so it was all but over. He whispered: "Leo....can you get me a bag of wine? I'm afraid of the pain Leo....I'm weak. Bring me a bag of wine....at least let me be drunk when they take them."

I shook my head. Then I said: "I can't Will...you know it. It's not allowed....castrations are SUPPOSED to hurt, especially ones that are done to punish. They want you to feel it, it's part of the punishment. They want to make an example of you, and the more it hurts and the more you yell the more effective will be the deterrent to others. That’s the theory anyway, and if I gave you the wine we'd both be losing our nuts. I'm sorry friend, but you'll get through it. It's not that bad...not really, and we both have seen lots of men cut. It's not that big of a deal. They all get through it. They all do. You will too. Hopefully, it'll be done quick, and it'll be over before you even know it. We can both hope for that."

He looked down, contemplating his castration. Then he said: "I'm afraid Leo. Very afraid. You know she will enslave me once she has me nutted. I"ll spend my life in chains I imagine, and she will pass the home and the business to our excuse for a son when she's gone. I hate that kid, and I've all but disowned him now, but if she nuts me he'll get it all once she dies. She's a hateful bitch, she is, and if she gets my balls then she will make my life as miserable as she can."

I didn’t answer him. I didn't tell him about her plan to turn him into a hole for the slaves to enjoy. Without his balls he would be less than a man, less than a slave even if the slave had balls. Neutered, he would be nothing, with no rights, no say, and however she wanted to use him she could. He would be hers to abuse as she saw fit, and under the law there was nothing anyone could do about it. For a man who defiles his marriage, it is considered a just reward to take his balls and then give the offended woman free reign to do with him as she pleases.

So, instead, I said my goodbyes, and then I left, with him calling after me, begging me really, to somehow get him a last minute reprieve. As I walked away he begged again for some wine at least...but I ignored him and kept on walking. Of course, I couldn't risk it, and so I just went home. The next day I was there watching, watching the deed as it was done. I was down in front, close, because I felt like he deserved to know I was there at least. I knew I had let him down, but hell, I couldn't help him. I just couldn't take that chance. Still, that didn't make it any easier to watch his unmanning and I will never forget it.

A little before noon, the crowd parted and they dragged the two men out onto the big stage, in the center punishment square. It's an elevated stage, made of wood, and the crowd can surround it from all directions. I estimated more than four hundred were there, straining for a view and anxious to see it be done. The city punishments always draw a huge crowd, because the pain is intense and the goals are different. For a slave's nutting, the idea is usually to do it quick and easy, and to minimize the trauma for the man being cut. But for a punishment castration, the idea is to make sure they feel it, so that those watching will really learn from it.

The crowd roared when the men appeared. They were both stark naked when they were dragged onto the stage, pulled to the center with their wrists bound. There were two heavy tables in the center, one for each of them, and they were pulled up and across them width wise. On the side, facing out in the front, was a long wooden block that ran down the width of the table. It had half moon cutouts for a head and two wrists, and that’s where they pulled the men to restrain them.

As soon as the big wooden cover blocks were locked down on top, trapping their heads and hands in place there wasn’t much either of them could do. Running down the entire length of the tables on the other side was a heavy timber, and the two men were each laying over one, their legs barely touching the ground. I was watching my friend, and after they had him locked down they pulled his big legs apart, wide, stretching them out so wide it looked for a minute like they might split him in two. Only the balls of his feet were touching the ground then.

They had two of his trademark iron cuffs on his ankles, with a short piece of chain on each. It was a simple matter to pull his legs apart, and slip the chain over an iron peg in the legs of the table, stretching his legs wide part and holding them in position. It seemed cruel to me, to chain a man with the very restraints he had made himself, using them in a very real way to take his manhood from him. God.

They did both men, and after that they were helpless. The two men were trussed out, their legs hanging down over the edge of the table, half standing, and spread wide exposing their genitals. Pegged down to the top of each table was a leather strap, and it was brought up and over their backs. They threaded the free end through an iron ring next to the men's waists, and then, pulling hard on the leather strap, they cinched it down until it pulled the small of their backs down, towards the table. With the heavy timber under their groins, the strap forced their bottoms to perch upwards, and outward at the same time, almost as if they were trying to jut their balls outward to make them easier for the knife to reach.

I was off to the side, so I could see their expressions as well as their nuts, which were waiting like hen eggs in a sac and ripe for the taking. The younger man still had his sex hair, and his legs were sprinkled with it. I guessed him to be in his twenties. He was a strong, strapping young man, and he was all muscle. His legs were defined, and powerful, and his buttocks were round and firm and tight. As he fought, he pushed it up and down, testing his bonds and struggling to free himself. The crowd loved it, loved the way he wiggled it, his balls swinging beneath his wide open legs.

He was here for thievery. He had been caught stealing on three occasions, and this time the courts had had enough and he was being nutted to serve as an example for others. None of the items had been that expensive, and yet for him, the price he would be paying for them would make them so. Oh well, I had little sympathy for him.

Will was trussed out too, and I was surprised by the size of his scrotum. He had a huge sac, really, the balls inside so big that they seem to be stuffed in his bag. He was a big man, with one of the biggest sacs I've ever seen. I hadn't seen it since I was a young teen, but while it was big then it was even more so now. Next to the young man it looked even bigger, and in fact it looked to be almost twice as big. Will's dick was hanging, like a noodle, the fear so great that it looked like it was trying to hide. The younger man was hard however, rock hard, and jutting, his prick stiff and eager under him almost as though it was anxious for it to happen. It was quite a contrast!

In front of the stage was the woman, his wife, and she was smiling and staring through those dark, clouded eyes. She was surrounded by almost a dozen eunuchs, and as I studied them I realized that she had probably brought all the ones she thought he had used to seek his pleasure. As I studied them I wondered if he had fucked them all. I imagined he had, and it disgusted me. I could tell that she wanted them to see their master unmanned, so that there wouldn't be any doubt on who was where and who was what. My friend saw them, and when he did his face flushed red with embarrassment.

I don't know why it is, but a eunuch always seems to have a keen interest in the nutting of another. Perhaps they understand it, or are just intrigued by it. Whatever the reason, they watch every detail, almost in a leering sort of way. Perhaps its envy, as they stare at a full sac of balls? I don't know, but they watch and they stare with an intensity that is hard to describe, and they never look away until the stones have been taken.

At the noon hour, when the sun had peaked and the entire city was out of the mountain's shadow, the two cutters appeared on stage. The first one looked young, for a cutter, and was probably nineteen or twenty as best I could guess. I didn't know him, and hadn't heard of him. I figured he was new, and inexperienced, but his fees were being paid by the city, and they no doubt had looked for a bargain. The other cutter, the one for my friend, had quite a reputation and was well known in the city. She was called the Tricutter, and today she was wearing a leather halter and was grinning with that big toothy smile of hers. At her side was the young boy I had seen in my office, and his freckled face was grinning as he stayed by her side. His eyes darted around the crowd, and then to the man whose legs were spread, the boy staring at the big sac waiting to be opened.

The Tricutter wore a halter top made of leather. In her scabbard was a gelding knife, and the single bright red ruby in it's handle glinted in the sunlight. Will was trying to look over his shoulder as she approached, but it wasn’t possible with his head locked in between the two heavy timbers. Still, he turned it slightly to the side, and as she stepped off in that direction he caught a view of her, and I saw his eyes go wide when he saw her blade. So, my friend would be unmanned by an original Devil Knife, one he had made with his own hand not so very long ago. It seemed especially cruel to me to do it to him that way, removing his balls with the very instrument of his making. Well, it was just the way it was going to be, and there was nothing he could do about it.

The Tricutter's giant tits were pushing out her leather halter, and she could barely be contained within it. Her eyes were bright, but piercing, and they were all business. She was having a good time, enjoying herself, but her face was straight and she seemed to be concentrating. She went right up to him, and then stepped behind him, his big buttocks perched up and his balls hanging free and unprotected.

She relished her job, and her reputation was so feared that when my friend realized who was going to do him he started to struggle like a madman. She nodded to the other cutter, and the boy went to work beside her. At the same time she began to heft my friend's balls, feeling them, moving the big stones within his sac and gauging their size and location. As she grabbed his fat balls she grinned, a big toothy grin, and her dark eyes sparkled. Her dark, long hair bounced as she moved, and her hands fondled his sac and explored it thoroughly.

Next to her, the younger cutter jerked two ends of a leather thong closed, but the knot was wrong and he had to redo it. He was nervous, but then he got it made, and as he jerked it closed the thief started to struggle, bouncing hard against his restrains and struggling anew like there was no tomorrow coming.

In contrast, the Tricutter was in no hurry, and she moved her big hands up my friend's naked rear. She felt his buttocks, and spread his hole, looking at it. I leaned in that direction, to catch a glimpse, and it was totally hairless and totally vulnerable. My friend pinched his ass muscles closed, and the ring of muscle could be seen contracting. Still, she touched her finger there, and for a second she pushed it inside. She kept it there, and he opened his eyes wide, feeling the woman as she touched his prostate.

She leaned over to him, and whispered in his ear. I don't think many heard what she said, but I did, because I was close enough to the stage. She said: "Don't bother trying to close your hole, because once your stones have been taken it will belong to her. She wants you to know that it will be kept full of teenage cream."

As soon as she said that, she pulled her finger out with a pop, grinning open mouthed as my friend's eyes went wide. He struggled even harder then, desperately even, the truth of her words more than he could bear. Still, he was powerless to prevent what was to be.

Next to her, the younger cutter had gagged his prisoner and had already pulled out his knife. As everyone watched, he just took the curved blade and set it up next to the young man's tied scrotum. The man was begging into his gag, mumbling to be spared, and the crowd was laughing at his desperation. I could tell the cutter was so nervous he seemed anxious to get it all over with. I wasn't wrong. Without any hesitation, and without a word being said, he just took his wrist and made a single, quick pull. Far too fast to see it happen, the young cutter jerked his knife and pulled the blade straight through the tied off scrotum of the struggling thief.

The man bucked his hips and grunted into his gag, jerking his body and slamming his head back against the wooden restraint that held it. Even so, as he was grunting and bucking his hips, his young dick spamsed and a load of sperm shot out and under him. The crowd applauded, and then there was laughter, as the castrated man struggled and jerked his hips up and down and squirted out the last of his juices.

It was almost like he was trying to fuck the table in spite of having lost his balls, and so for a few minutes he just slammed his hips and rocked them up and down to the extent his restraints would allow. Then, almost like the wind dies in the sail, he stopped, and his eyes seem to roll back in his head. Then, he collapsed, feinted, his nuts gone and his hard noodle slowly receding once and for all. After that he became totally quiet and still, breathing quietly as he lay their unmanned. They left him there, strapped to the table, castrated now and a stark contrast to the older man next to him, his fat scrotum hanging full and fat and waiting.

The Tricutter was laughing as the boy's nuts came off, and then she patted my friends rump and slapped him loudly on the buttocks. Will's stared straight ahead, unable to move, as he felt that woman slapping his ass and playing with him. As the man next to him was castrated, he struggled wildly, with a desperation that only a man in that position and waiting for it to be done to him can fully understand. He was jerking against his restraints, even as the crowd began to grow giddy. The sun was hot, and the heat beat down on the stage, and as it did my friend's back glistened with his sweat. Between his legs, his big balls dangled down, his fat sac hanging down in the heat, like a bull's balls hang, loose and exposed and almost begging to be taken.

For my friend, it was so humiliating, knowing his wife was having him unmanned and everyone in the city invited to watch it happen. Still, there nothing he could do to stop it now. Of course, he tried anyway. He started to really pull hard, with his legs, pulling on the iron rings that were chained out to the legs of the table. He had made those restraints himself, and they were the finest in the world. They held his legs securely, and so his gesture was useless and wasted. Still, he struggled anyway, fighting to prevent his pending castration with everything he had.

She ran her hand up his back, and then down, and then back up it again. Over her left wrist was a leather tie, and soon enough she had formed the knot and was bringing it up and under his legs. My friend was staring ahead, but he felt her hand there, and as he felt the loop he started to buck his hips, trying to swing his balls away from her grip. He was begging too, his voice cracking, the fear so great he could hardly speak. As he begged, the old woman cackled, laughing at her husband's voice as he begged to keep his balls.

The crowd grew giddy as my friend begged for mercy. She made no move to gag him, as I had expected, and instead seem to enjoy listening as he screamed and begged. She laughed as he cried out to her, her big tits bouncing as she moved. She slowly reached out around him, under him, and cupped his balls and gave them a squeeze. As she did that he screamed anew, and began to buck his hips, in total desperation as she felt him holding his jewels. As he bucked his hips the woman cutter rested her other hand on the top of his back, riding it with him, and feeling his moves.

She seemed to be grinning, having a wonderful time, feeling the power as she held my friend's balls, running her hand over his back and along his crack as he fought with all he had. God he was humping the edge of the table and that beam he was resting on, slamming his bottom up and down, sliding his cock in her fist and fighting with all he had. She relished in her power, feeling his bald nuts and hefting the sac she intended to empty.

Of course, my friend was so damn scared. His cock wasn't stiff, not by a long shot, and as he struggled his hose just hung down between him. His cock was still bigger than the man who had already been deballed, but it wasn’t hard. Of course, the other boy was spent now, and his dick had shrunk to nothing after he was nutted, so that wasn't saying all that much. For him, it was all over. His cutter had been fast, and it was over for him, while for my friend it was only really beginning. The Tricutter was still feeling him, enjoying it as he humped the edge of the table and fought his bonds, feeing the power of his body with her hand on his back, feeling the muscles in his legs tighten with fear.

She stopped playing with him, and then, slowly, she took the leather tie and looped it over my friend's massive scrotum. Will felt it, felt the leather tie being looped over his balls, and as I watched his face went white. He looked so damn scared, more so now than before. The Tricutter could have cared less. With a big toothy grin, she jerked it tight and it was done. As the wet leather bit into Will's ball-sac trapping his nuts he screamed "Oh...OH...OH GOD...OH GOD THAT HURTS! Oh...YEOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!" “OH PLEASE............... NO!!!!!!!!!”

She snapped the leather again, harder, cinching up the cinch knot and making it even tighter. After that the little loop was so tight at the top of his scrotum that his entire sac seemed to cinch down to a single point. It had to have hurt way beyond anything he could have imagined, and he bucked his hips like a wild man. Of course, as it dried and the leather shrank, it would get tighter still.

Suddenly, Will pissed himself. He was just so scared, and when he felt that tie cinching off his balls it was just way too much, and the piss just came out, out of his hose, splashing under the table in a disgusting yellow flow. The Tricutter wasn’t bothered by it, but as he was pissing she tugged on the tie and used it to jerk backward on his balls, which pointed his cock backward as well, directing his urine so that it formed a puddle between his legs. He pissed for perhaps thirty seconds of so, and then, when his bladder was totally empty, she let go of his balls and laughed.

His wife cackled again, laughing, the expression on her ugly face one of pure excitement. Her husband totally panicked then, and while everyone laughed he screamed and screamed, feeling the tie around his balls and knowing the end was near. It hurt, and he bucked his hips and tried desperately to pull free a hand or some how, some way get the tie off of his nuts. As he yelled, the crowd started to laugh louder and louder. The more desperate he became to keep his balls the more the woman in front and the crowd behind her laughed and relished at what was happening.

The cutter leaned over him, and reached between his legs and cupped his tied off scrotum. Then she whispered to him: "Scared boy? I don't care if you piss, or even shit yourself. I'm going to take your stones, and enjoy doing so. I'm glad you're scared. It makes me smile."

The Tricutter was enjoying herself, that much was certain. After she had noosed his eggs she patted his rear, feeling it bob up and down and up and down, the two ends of the leather swinging to his knees. Almost immediately, Will's big prick began to thicken up, and then it grew stiff as we watched. It wasn't that anything was touching it, because nothing was. I think it was just the pressure in his nuts from the gut string that just caused it to expand. Regardless of the reason, he grew hard and eager, his big prick soon sticking straight out and under him, the single eye oozing a line of clear fluid.

Slowly then she walked around until she was in front of him, staring at him face to face as he bucked his hips against the tie. She grinned, and said: "What's wrong? Don't like that leather noose on your balls? Guess you should have thought of that before you forgot you were married. Make no mistake man, you deserve this. You ignored your wife and fucked your boys instead. You know, we women don't like to be mistreated and I'm going to enjoy castrating you. Are you ready to lose your stones now?"

He shook his head back and forth, and begged desperately for mercy. "NO! NO! Please...no.. don't do this. Don't! I'll be good to her... please... OK... OK... I'm sorry! I GIVE...I'm SORRY!" Then, looking out to his wife, he yelled: "DO YOU HEAR ME? I give up! Please, for God's sake have mercy on me. Don’t....don't do this to me! I'll fuck you whenever you want!!!!"

The Tricutter said to him in a very calm voice: "I think it’s a little late for that. Guess you aren't quite ready? Not yet? But your balls are so full, and your sac seems to be stuffed with them. Your dick is ready, that's for sure, and so is the crowed. Yeap, they are yelling for it to happen. Your wife is ready too, and even the boy here is ready to see you unmanned. He's really ready, anxious even, because as soon as you're nutted he's gonna get to fuck what you would not. You know what else? I'm ready too. Yeap, everyone's ready but you it seems, and well, I don't think I want to wait for you to get ready. Yeah, I don't really care if you are ready or not. So I guess then we had better just get it done."

Will was staring at her knife, at the imbedded ruby in the handle. The Tricutter noticed, and then she grinned with that big toothy grin. Then she said: "Ah...you like my knife I see? That's right, I almost forgot! You made it! How fitting...getting castrated by the very knife you made! Well, it’s a fine knife, and it will take your balls my friend......it will definitely take them and it's going to be fun using it to do it."

With that, she walked behind my friend then, and I knew it was about to be over. Will struggled then, knowing his own knife would unman him. God, what that must have felt like? With the moment nearing, the expression then on his face is hard to describe. As her words sunk in and he felt the pain in his nuts from the tie he went ballistic with desperation. The big busty woman fondled his nuts once again, running her hand over them, feeling the plucked skin and the smoothness of his sac. She took her middle finger, and circled it against her thumb, and then with a flick she popped it right into his fat right testicle.

Will jumped and grunted. She laughed, and then she flicked his other ball, and laughed again. Then for the next several minutes she just stood there, between his legs, flicking his balls one at a time, as hard as she could. Right ball. Left ball. Right. Again and again, and he was jerking and trying to pull his legs together. Flick-flick-flick she went, snapping her finger into his nuts, getting them to ache and to make sure he was aware of what was hanging there. He was grunting, loudly, and as she flicked him, snapping into his balls she said: "You sure William you aren’t ready yet? Your balls seem to me to be very ready indeed. In fact, I've never seen balls as ready as these!"

Will's mouth was open, and he was staring straight ahead as she flicked his balls. He was looking into the crowd, and they were looking at him, relishing in his expression and his face tensed and he grunted with each flick of her hand. He started to hump the edge of the table again, where the beam was that forced his ass upward and out, desperate to do anything to move his bound scrotum out of the way, the pain there intensifying. Still, even so, his cock was so hard now that it seemed it would pop. The entire end was glistening, round and purple, and it bounced to his heartbeat, up and down.

The Tricutter let go of him then, and reached up, between her big breasts, to the bridge of space where her halter was. Out of her cleavage she pulled a small, tiny bottle, and then she whispered to the cute freckled face boy: "Open your right hand."

The boy looked at her, with a puzzled expression, but he opened his right hand and held it out for her inspection. With a sly smile she opened the tiny bottle, and poured its warm contents into his palm, the hot oil spreading out and making a little puddle there.

Then, in no hurry at all, the Tricutter reached down with her right hand and pulled her knife out of its scabbard. The ruby in the handle caught the light, and I know my heart started to pound then. Next, she reached under him, between his legs, and grasped his tied nuts with her left. She pulled down and back on them, stretching them, and then she motioned to the boy.

He was right there, at her side, and she said: "Boy, reach around and pump his cock with your oil soaked fist....and when he shoots I'll take his stones. It's good for you to help, before you bed his woman. When I finish with him, he will hold no power over you. You own him now, and you can give him pleasure and he can't stop you. He knows if he cums, I'll cut him, and with the very knife he made. His woman wants you to make that happen. So, for now, it's just between you and him. Let's get him unmanned, shall we?"

The young teenager grinned, and his eyes sparkled. The woman clapped her hands together, and said "Oh YES...make him...make him cum and then cut him if he dares!"

The boy grinned again, almost gleefully. The boy was off to the right side of my friend, and as I watched he reached around and grabbed Will's cock, wrapping his slicked little hand around it. Then, gripping it in his slippery teenage fist, he began to stroke it, pumping it, and as he did my friend's eyes went wide with the feeling.

He knew everything was at stake, and if he dared to ejaculate then all was lost. The expression then was hard to describe, as he willed himself for the first time in his life to try and ignore the one feeling he treasured more than any other. Of course, it wasn’t possible, and his dick quickly began to betray him. The Tricutter was smart, and she knew a young teen knows how to jack a pole for maximum effect, and this kid was into it and was stroking with confidence. For my friend, feeling the young boy's fist sliding over his cock it was way too much. Still, he squinted closed his eyes and fought it, fighting the feeling and knowing it would destroy him if he let it get out of control.

On it went. Pump--pump--pump.... Will opened his eyes, and shook his head no no no. I saw him tighten his ass muscles, and jerk hard with his legs, trying in a useless gesture to slam them together. It made no difference, and the teenager just kept the strokes going, his oiled fist making a slurping sound now with each stroke it made. For Will, all he could do was stare into the crowd, all eyes staring at him and waiting for him to pump out his seed. As the virgin boy pumped him he stared, open mouthed now, the feeling of course building and nothing he could do to stop it.

The kid was good, and seemed to know exactly what he was doing. How long had he been jacking off I wondered? Well, long enough to have the motion down perfectly. I watched his hand, and the kid was good. He moved his slick hand up and down the full length of Will's stiff cock, positioning his fist so that the heel of his hand rose up the sensitive underside of his pole, and the edge of his curved finger came just past the tip of his dick, rubbing under his cock head before sliding back down to make another stroke. After a few minutes the teenager moved his thumb out to the front, so as he made the strokes he slid it across the end of Will's cock, adding a new layer of friction and intensifying the feeling of the jerk.

I studied the lad. Yeah, he was just fourteen, and barely into puberty. In some ways he still looked like a eunuch, and I could see how I was fooled when I first saw him. His smooth skin was still baby-faced and his body was cute as hell. His blond bangs bounced as he jerked my friend's pole, working it up and down, and smiling as he did so. His blue eyes sparkled and were wide open, staring, staring at the big man who was sweating below him. As he worked my friend's fat cock, the motions of his hand caused Will's big balls to wiggle in her hand. They were tight, so damn tight, hanging under him, and yet they seemed to pulsate with each stroke as his cock was being pumped.

It was obvious that the teenager was no eunuch now. The boy was rock hard, and his pants were tented out, way out, and the youth's young cock was as hard as the man's he was jacking. There was a circular wet spot where the lad's dick was pointed, and it was obvious he was seeping out his fluid, his precum oozing out as his own excitement grew. As I stared at the bulge there, it occurred to me that once my friend was nutted, this boy would be emptying his own balls into the very woman Will had grown tired of, pumping out his own seed nightly until he was fully and completely satisfied.

My friend's cock was like a piece of steel. Of course, it was his last real boner, and we were all looking at it. She was holding his fat balls in her hand, waiting to steal them, and all eyes were waiting on the boy to accomplish his task so it could be done. Will's eyes went wider, and then he started begging again: "Oh....oh God....please. PLEASE STOP! PLEASE! Oh...OH NO... OH Noooooooooooo! Oh... Oh... NOOOOO!!!!!"

Just then the Tricutter said to the boy, "Put your left hand on the top of his ass. It is a good place to feel him struggle when I take his balls. A man with balls will struggle hard, and if you hold your hand their you can feel him jerk as I take his stones.

The boy grinned again, and moved his left hand to the top of his ass, just as Will grunted and his entire body spasmed. He grunted loudly, and his wad just started shooting out of his cock, his last load of cream thick and copious, squirting out with a force that is hard to describe. It squirted beneath the table, pumping out in ropes of cum, and even as he did it the boy kept up his stroking. As Will ejaculated he knew it was over, and as the feeling overwhelmed him he stared into the crowd, his eyes wide and his mouth open.

The Tricutter hesitated, perhaps to allow him to savor the feeling, or perhaps it was for another reason. Still, she waited, until he was milked dry, and as Will sucked in lungfulls of air and felt the last of his orgasm die away I think he knew it was over. I tried to gauge his expression, as he waited for the pain to come and his nightmare to begin. I don't know. I felt for him, and as I looked at his final, last wad, spent and puddled with his piss on the stage between his legs, I couldn't help but think it was a shame to waste it that way. Suddenly, his face grimaced, and his eyes went wider, and then he screamed, just as the Tricutter pushed the knife into his sac, driving it in with a twist just above his right ball.

Will slammed his head against the wooden block that restrained it, and screamed again then, in a loud, blood curdling scream that had no beginning and no real ending. He just screamed and screamed, the pain so damn intense then and the ache in his nuts so great it was more than he could take. It was far worse than he thought it was going to be. Still, he could do nothing but live through the feeling, knowing it was being done now and all hope lost. He jerked hard, and his hands went into fists, as he jerked them back and struggled to pull them through their restraining holes.

My friend tried desperately to slam his legs together, pulling hard against his restraints, and the teenage boy grinned even wider when he felt the muscles in Will's ass tighten. The intensity and desperation of my friend was so great we could all see his muscles ripple, and he slammed his ass up and down as he tried to move his balls and save them from their destruction. The entire table bounced, as he jerked, and yet even so it did nothing to stop what had been begun.

The Tricutter rotated her wrist, just so, and pulled the knife straight down, filleting open his scrotum along the right side. Then, using the curve of the blade, she pushed the knife under his right ball, and moved it then, back and forth, cutting the tissue under his nut. Once she was satisfied, she took the Red Devil knife that was still under his nut and used it to pry outward, literally digging his stone out from his sac, where it has rested safe and secure for all of his life. With a well-practiced motion of her hand, it was free and exposed and totally vulnerable.

Time stood still then. I almost threw up, staring at my buddy's exposed testicle. You could see it pulsating with his pulse. For Will, his nut exposed and waiting, it was just too damn much. He screamed again....and after that he just kept screaming, the desperation in his voice so great his voice grew horse. Then, with just a quick, flick of her knife, his right ball came totally free and was no longer his. She caught it in her hand, and without any expression she just picked it up and sat it gently up on top of his back, the essence of his manhood now half hers.

She shifted her hands, and picked up Wills sac that still held his remaining ball. As he felt her do that, knowing she was coming now for the rest of it, he started babbling then, just a continuous incoherent babble as he struggled in total panic. Once again there was that push with her knife, and as the sharp blade penetrated deep into his scrotum his entire body shuddered and then he bucked his hips and grunted "ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"!

For some reason, a line of semen just drooped out the end of his dick then, almost like he was trying to ejaculate one more time but was no longer able to do so. Still, it hung down, like a clear string, catching the light, and he grunted as it grew longer and longer.

Everyone was laughing, and the woman kept slapping her hands together and clapping whenever he grunted. I think she was so happy to know it was finally happening, and it made me sick to see her so thrilled. Well, there was nothing I could have done, nothing, and while I felt for my friend I tried not to think that it was I who had signed the order that had made this all possible.

I looked back at the Tricutter, and once again she had opened up his sac, using Will's own knife to make the cut that shredded the left side of his scrotum. She was digging behind his last ball now, rotating her fist left and right, working it behind his ball and literally digging out his stone. Of course, the pain had to be incredible, and my friend bucked his hips and screamed and screamed and screamed.

The boy's left hand was still riding on Will's ass, going up and down as my friend bucked his hips and fucked the edge of the table, slamming up hard against the restraining strap. His severed right ball went up and down on his back with his motion, resting there, and my eyes watched it in horror. Once again, the entire table bounced, and the muscles in Will's legs were straining so hard that he actually caused the table legs to bend slightly inward.

It was all too much for the teenage boy. He was staring, open mouthed, feeling my friend struggle as the Tricutter took his balls. Suddenly, the boy gasped, and then as he looked down we could all see him ejaculate, the boy's semen literally spraying out through the fabric of his tented pants. The Tricutter laughed as he squirted, her big toothy grin enjoying the boy's pleasure and he dumped out his young load.

As for Will, his sweat was running down his smooth legs, and as I looked at them their hairless state caught my attention, every hair having been jerked out by its roots the day before. It was quite apparent the old woman liked him that way. As I looked at the smoothness of his plucked body and watched the Tricutter digging out his last ball from his smooth sac, it occurred to me that most of his hair would never return, at least not the way it was before he was nutted.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!" he yelled, just as his last ball was pried out of his sac. He bucked his hips faster then, and jerked even harder against his restraints. The Tricutter fondled his exposed ball, working her fingers over it, giving it a little squeeze as she played with the last of his manhood. He knew it was over, and the misery on his face was total and absolute. The Tricutter took her finger once again and flicked his exposed nut, and then did it again, and his body jerked from the pain and he cried out with each hit. The woman in front was grinning now, and her rotting teeth made me look away. Still, she clapped her hands together, and said: "Yes...take it...take it ALL! He likes his eunuchs, so finish him now and make him into ONE!"

And then she did. The Tricutter pulled out on his ball, and took the ruby handled knife and laid the blade up against the cord. For a second, nothing happened, and Will just struggled, the moment lingering. For a second, time seemed to stop, and we waited, with him, the crowd hushed for the first time as everyone waited for it to be finished. It was only a flash of time, between manhood and nothing, between being a husband with balls and becoming a hole to be fucked. His cock was stiff, still, and eager, drooling that line of semen and ready perhaps for one more fuck that would never happen. His last ball pulsated, and everyone stared as her knife rested against it, waiting for her to make the cut.

Will was jerking his hips, up and down, and doing it so fast that he inadvertently sawed his ball across the edge of the knife, sliding it up and down over the sharp steel and making the cut for her in the process. The cord separated there, at the top of his nut, so in a very real way he finished his own castration. I guess it didn't really make any difference, although the crowd was laughing hysterically at what he had done and there was a thunderous applause as his ball came free. Of course, he felt it go, and when he did he yelled "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" as it came free and the emptiness overwhelmed him.

Will sank into his bonds, collapsing, realizing it was done and he was now a eunuch. Lower than any man with balls, he had nothing, and all that was his was now hers instead. She owned him, totally, and like a slave she was his to do as she pleased. The Tricutter wasn't done yet though, and as I watched her I felt sick. I leaned forward, trying to figure out what she was doing.

She moved her ruby handled knife outward, so that the handle was straight out from his body, the tip deep in his sac and the angle just so. She reached into his shredded scrotum with her finger, as if to guide the knife, and it was obvious that she wanted to get the angle right. She rotated the blade, turning it over about a quarter of a turn, very slowly, until the knife was pointed directly into him and held "just so". It was directly under his dick, which was still hard and stiff, up inside of the opened sac where his balls had been only a few minutes before.

Suddenly, I knew where this was going, and I had a sick feeling inside. She was only one of a handful of cutters that had the skill, and yet even so I had only seen it done once before and then to a prisoner who had raped a child. I stared, and I watched, and hoped I was wrong. The Tricutter moved the heel of her hand to the handle, and paused, looking up at the woman who was looking at her. The Tricutter nodded, and the old hag smiled, and then she nodded back and after that it was all but done.

As I watched, the cutter smiled her big toothy grin one more time, and then she made a quick, hard jab, driving the thin little point of her knife upward just a little bit. It was perfectly done, exactly so, and she made the cut just where she wanted it, severing the main nerve that ran up through my friend's prostate and into his cock. Of course, instantly, it all went numb, and from that minute onward his dick was doomed to being nothing but a dead sausage, a useless appendage that would hang limp and lifeless and without any feeling forevermore.

Will's eyes snapped open, and he grunted, the sharp stab of pain catching him totally by surprise. He jerked hard again, and tried to pull his legs together, but the damage was done and his hard cock virtually deflated instantaneously. It shrank so fast you could see it, and I knew then it would never be hard again. Of course, the pain in his groin was still there, in all of its intensity, and the burn where his balls had been went all the way to his soul. As I watched, the Tricutter pulled out the knife, and grabbed the lose skin of his shredded scrotum. Then, with a single slice, she just cut it off, so that it was totally gone and there was nothing but a little nub where his fat balls had been tied.

The boy picked up my friend's severed nuts off his back, and took them to the woman who was anxiously waiting for them. As soon as she had them she laughed and laughed as she held them in her hands. She kissed them, and seemed to savor them, holding his jewels like precious stones, her eyes bright and her face grinning. It was obvious that holding them was something she had been wanting to do for a very long time. Outside of his sac they didn't look that important, and as I looked at them it was hard to see how they had defined a man. Still, they had, and now they were no longer his and were hers instead.

I left then, as they cut both of the new eunuchs down and took them away. When I last saw my friend, I could see his entire scrotum was missing and his dick was hanging limp and useless. After that I wasn’t allowed to see him anymore. I inquired though, and found out enough to know that she made my friend's life as miserable as she could. She put him into restraints, which he had once made himself, and kept him secured and with his legs spread whenever she wanted. She kept her word, and had his ass beaten weekly with a leather strap, just to show she could and to keep him in line.

Of course, she also kept the rest of her word, and purchased a half-dozen teenage slaves, all with balls and hard dicks and filled with desire. Then, under the threat of castration, she made them use his ass for a relief hole whenever the desire filled them. If they dared to empty their seed in any other place or in any other manner she promised them immediate castration, so the teenagers fucked his ass often instead. She wanted it that way, and had insisted he be fucked, every night, by at least two of them, and so he was. Sometimes it was just two but more often it was more. Of course, he got no pleasure from it, and his numb cock was limp and lifeless, dripping urine whenever he left it untied.

Then, about six months later, I learned that the hag had died one night, when her heart just gave out while the slave boy was fucking her, doing his duty and filling her with his young, hot seed. I guess she had him do her every night, every single night, and sometimes during the day as well. She could never get enough of him, and so he fucked her, and did her bidding until she finally just died, her age catching up to her.

After her death her son came into the picture, and everything she had owned was left to him, just like my friend had feared. The son followed most of the wishes in her will, and he buried his mother with full honors. On the day of her funeral he even nutted the then-fifteen year old teenager who had been his mother's lover. I heard the boy screamed and screamed, the realization of what he was losing so great he had fought like a maniac. That lad did not want to lose his balls! Still, his tender sac had come of easily, and the boy had stared in disbelief as it was done and his nuts were placed in her grave. The old hag had apparently wanted to be buried with the youth's balls, and so it had been done.

After the woman was in the ground, the son did some other things that surprised everyone. In her will the old hag had left directions to make sure my friend's life was kept as miserable as she could think to make it. However, the boy wasn't a vindictive son and he just didn't see it that way. So, instead of keeping him in restraints and continuing his abuse, the son forgave his dad and after that they started to get to know one another. The very first thing the son did was to free my friend. Then, he had the teenagers that had used his father's hole castrated, teaching them a lesson and making a point that needed to be made. He didn't make it easy on them, either. He had their balls crushed first, with a hammer, one nut at a time, and then, only then, after they were nothing but mush did he allow their sacs to be taken.

Finally, he gave his father, my friend, back his bedroom, and his house, and his life, to a degree. The old woman would never have believed it, or allowed it, but it had happened, and the father and the son reconciled their differences and finally came to know one another.

One day I got up the courage, and I went to see him. He looked a lot better than when I saw him last, that day he was nutted, and he seemed to be recovering well and to be getting on with his life. Will invited me in for a glass of wine, and together with his son the three of us sat by the fire and talked it out. Will looked good, and I told him so. The hair on his head had grown back, and some of his body hair too, although not that much of it but then again I guess that was to be expected. I tried to get him to laugh, but he wouldn't. His son seemed to be a good sort, and I could see how much he loved his dad. I tried to be upbeat, and emphasized how happy I was that he was free again and doing OK and they were now getting along together. I told them that really balls weren't that big of a deal, and I also told him that sex isn't really that important. I don't think either of them were listening but I tried to say what came to my mind.

As I was talking to him their eunuch slaves were waiting on me, serving some fine ice wine and a plate of toasted bread sided with caviar. They obviously still had money. I looked at the big eunuch on my right, and stared at him. I wondered if he was one of the ones that my friend had once fucked, or if he was another. On my left was another big eunuch, and he was right next to me as well.

Well, I had had enough, and needed to be going, and so I stood up to leave. Then I said to my friend, "Hey, if there's ever anything I can do for you bud, just let me know? Anything." Then, I started to go, but the eunuch was in my way and so I turned and that's when my friend said something that gave me pause.

"You know Leonard...you shit on me. You did...you say you are a friend and you had no choice. But you did, and you chose to see it her way, and now I'm ruined. You have no idea the hell your decision put me through, and what I'm still going through because of it. I still hear the crowds when I sleep, and the laughter as they took my balls and I screamed in pain. You know, it hurt like shit...but you have no idea. None. Yeah, the pain was way beyond anything you can believe. All I ask for was some wine, but you wouldn't even do that for me. Nope, even that little gesture was too much for you."

You know what? She would laugh at me at night, and she chained me to the foot of my bed, and kept me there. Every night, she gagged me and then the two of them would climb into my bed and fuck like rabbits. That little teenage slave emptied his little balls into her, and sometimes he did it more than once."

"You know, my dick hangs like a wet piece of spaghetti now, dead and lifeless, thanks to you. I can't feel anything in it, nothing. You know what else. I can't feel anything sexual anywhere, not even in my ass. Nope, nothing. Not for me. It's all gone...all of it. FUCK YOU LEONARD! FUCK YOU! No, you aren’t my friend, and I don't ever want to see you again. Not ever. Unless."

He paused, and I stared back at him, waiting. He was right of course, with at least some of what he had said. I owned him. I had no idea what he would say. Then he continued: "You say you'll do anything for me? Anything? Do you really mean that? I only need one thing, and it's not that big of a deal."

I looked at him. My friend. What did he need? More money? I had some, and yes, I'd give it to him. A place to live? Well, I'd make room if he needed that. A job? Well, I'd find a job if that’s what he wanted. I stared, and then slowly I answered: "Yes Will...you're my best friend. I'd do anything for you, or give you anything you want. Just ask."

He looked at me, and I looked at him. Then, with a smile forming across his lips he said, very slowly, "Well, then perhaps I might take you up on your offer."

I leaned forward, to catch his words, and as I did the two eunuchs on each side of me grabbed my arms, just above the elbows, holding me, steadying me. I crunched up my face, puzzled, trying to figure out why they were gripping me. I looked to the one on my left, and the one on my right, and both of them were looking at my friend, and his son, and so I turned there. His son was grinning. As I turned, Will looked at me, his eyes bright like they used to be, and he said "That's right Leo, I want YOUR balls. After that, we'll be friends again."

[Authors note: © Copyright August, 2003. All rights reserved. Not to be copied without the consent of the author.]