What Goes Around Cums Around

"What are they doing to the man now, Mommy?" "They're tying him to the cross, just like I told you before. Remember?" I had carfully gone over the process several times, trying to answer all the questions for my 10 year old son. Ever since the emporer had decreed that anyone who sexually abused children would be publicly castrated and his cock would also be cut off, I had been coming to these public spectacles. At first I had been hesitant, not really sure if I wanted to see a someone lose his manhood. Bur after the first time I found that I didn't just enjoy the show, I loved it. It made me so horny that I would live on the eroticism for days. My husband, on the other hand, couldn't bring himself to watch because it was "too personal," so I kept attending as often as I could. It was eight years ago now since the first one, and while they we all pretty much alike, they still aroused me like nothing else ever did. The first public castration had been thirteen years ago, and while I had missed the first several years, still there had been dozens that I attended, and one I had even helped in. The law of the emporer had been that the condemned would be tied to an X shaped cross and stripped naked. At the appointed hour, one of his victims (or a family member - I had not yet determined how they selected the one to do it) was allowed/ordered to remove the abusers penis and testicles. That person had exactly one hour to do the job, and was permitted to do ANYTHING to the organs that he/she wanted. No harm could be done to any other part of the body, but whatever a person could think of that would inflict pain and humiliation to the convicted man was allowed. If the victim died as a result of the treatment, that was OK. If he survived his punishment, he was allowed to go free and make his living as best he could. It was widely know that most became beggars and made a meager living on the streets. It was also widely know that there were several who had transformed themselves into sex objects for anyone who had the money to hire them. Assholes and mouths became the openings where many people unloaded their lust at a moment of extreme need. There were, of course, other abusers who couldn't live life without sex organs and the humiliation that went with it, and their bodies were often found floating in the nearest river. Given the latitude of the law, it is a miracle that more didn't die from their treatment, not that they would have been overly lamented, but there were a few that had apparently made the transition back into society, mostly without publicizing their unfortunate past. It was thought that the removal of a man's sex would cure him of his desire for children, and so there were some who quietly slipped back into another part of the city and began over. Along with this was the idea that public castration would be a deterent to further sex crimes against kids, but that had not yet been proven one way or the other. But it had been decided that even the kids themselves should be educated about the crime and its penallties, so the age of ten was decided as the age of accountability, and any child 10 or older was permitted, if not encouraged, to attend the carrying out of the sentence. Hence, the reason for the presence of my ten year old son. I continued to explain over again the process, that only one person could carry out the sentence (there was always a lot of verbal help from other victims and families), and by the end of the hour every bit of the man's cock and balls had to be removed. There were soldiers posted around the arena where the execution was to take place to guarantee compliance with the law and procedure. There were those who used great imagination in carrying out the punishment. A whole arsenal of tools and sharp objects was made available to the "cutters" as they became know, and even beyond that, animals, fire (one cutter cooked the abuser's cock and balls over the fire before she cut them off and ate them while he had to watch), and caustic chemicals were used at one time or another. One final provision of the law was that if there was no one who survived the victim, a lottery was done the day of the sentence of those who attended. It was on one such occasion that I was selected to carry out the sentence. But that is another story.

The abuser had been securely fastened to the cross and was now awaiting the hour of his punishment, still a few minutes off. He had been caught completely naked along with three of his neighborhood boys, ages 10 to 13 who were also naked. His erect penis was completely filling the mouth of one of the boys, his arms surrounding the other two boys, hands stroking their organs. An investigation had discovered that this kind of thing had been going on for months with several other boys in the area. The cutter today was going to be the older sister (she looked to be about 15) of one of the boys. She was busy getting last minute instructions from the victims' families as we waited for the hour to come. While waiting I looked around at those who were here for the show. And show it was. In the last few years, because of the nature of the punishment, the carrying out of the sentence had become the opportunity for some very public sex. It was the one place in the city where public nudity and sexual pleasure could be had with no penalty. Even before the time began, people were already beginning to get into the mood. There was a group of five or six young men nearby who had already stripped naked and were feeling each other's sex. It was still casual, but as they stroked each other, several of their cocks were beginning to respond. Several lesbian couples were in various stages of groping, some with hands full of tits, others with hands full of pussy. As always there were many single people who chose to pleasure themselves, and again as usual, they were in various stages of erection or arousal. One man with a very large cock had his tunic lifted up to expose it and had begun to jerk himself. A older woman had raised her skirts and was even now inserting a wooden cock into her vagina. My attention was drawn to a middle aged man and woman standing nearby. He had raised the hem of his tunic and draped it over his already hard cock which he was massaging with long slow strokes, meant to give pleasure for all afternoon if necessary. His partner had one hand up under her dress, apparently fingering herself (it was difficult to see from my angle), while her other hand cupped his balls and gently squeezed them to add to his pleasure. I made a mental note to check on them often in the next hour. A little past them I noticed three early teen girls, staring at the man on the platform, pointing and giggling. First-timers, I thought, but they had also attracted the attention of a group of four or five older teenage boys who were edging closer to them as the minutes ran down until the appointed hour. I have to admit that the fire between my legs was rapidly building already. It was going to be one hot afternoon.

When I had finished surveying the scene, I glanced down at my son to see if he had any more questions. What I found was my ten year old boy busily watching the group of young men playing with each other's genitals while his cock was making a tent out of his tunic. The thought occurred to me that perhaps his sexuality was beginning to form even now. I knelt down beside him and whispered that it was all right if he pulled it out and masturbated if he wanted to. He grinned at me and immediately pulled out his enormous penis to play with. My son was well endowed to put it politely. Even at ten years old his cock was bigger than most grown men, and when it was hard it was huge. My husband and I had always encouraged him to do whatever felt good to him. We told him he would never have to put on clothes while he was in our house or courtyard, an offer he readily accepted. We also taught him how to pleasure himself in a number of different ways, and frequently watched as he jerked off. His friends always enjoyed coming to our home so they could have the same privileges, a fact well known to all their parents. There were many days that we had an incredible show of young sexuality: masturbation, oral and anal sex, fucking in every position imaginable, and my son was always the center of attention since every other child wanted to take advantage of his magnificent tool. I think it's fair to say that his penis had been in the hands, mouths, asses, and pussies of every other child in our area, male and female alike. In our society, sex was encouraged of all children until puberty when the danger of pregnancy led to more careful hook-ups among young people. But this was his first time in this setting, so he was understandably nervous until I talked him into it. And as soon as he pulled it out he became the center of attention again. There were wide eyed stares from a dozen women (and an equal number of men) close by. No one would touch him here in public because that was illegal. The man currently strapped to the cross on the platform was about to lose his manhood for abusing the area children. No one would take that chance here. Most people were simply waiting with hands on their crotches for the beginning. I suddenly realized how aroused I was getting, and my hand slid down between my legs to encourage the feeling.

It was at that moment that the gong sounded announcing the beginning of the punishment. The charges against the man were read and were greeted loudly with jeers, name calling, and swearing, and the cutter was introduced and was cheered lustily. The hour glass was turned over and the punishment began. The cutter took the man's ball sack in her hand and forced his testicles as far into the sack as they would go. They stretched the skin tight and looked like they might burst through the sack if given enough force. The cutter reached for a small wooden club from the tool table, and for the next several minutes proceeded to pound the exposed balls until they had swollen to the size of chicken eggs. During that time a gag was placed over the abuser's mouth to cut down on his screaming. He finally passed out from the pain. The law said that when a victim passed out, cold water would be thrown on him to make sure he was alert for his punishment. This was done, and the cutter continued her work. She traded the club for the longest needle she could find, which she showed to the abuser. She took his swollen balls in her hand again and shoved the needle through both of them. How many times did she skewer his testicles? A hundred times? Two hundred? First one, then other, then both, over and over,until there was no area on his sack or either ball that had not been pierced with the needle. The needle was placed on the table again, and it seemed as if some kind of plan was coming to a close. She took one of his swollen balls in each hand, paused for a few seconds and then squeezed her hands into fists, crushing his nuts into a shapeless mass. He passed out in agony. After a quick water treatment, she took his balls and squeezed them like she was playing with clay, until his sack looked like one large formless lump. Reaching for a large knife on the nearby table, she said something to him. As he looked down to his manhood, still wrapped in her hand, she place the knife under his shapeless sack, and with one quick slice, she castrated him. As she carried what was left of his balls to her family and friends, the place went crazy. My own lust was about to explode, but the show wasn't over yet.

I took the short break to look around at my fellow spectators. The teen girls had each been sandwiched between two guys with a cock up her ass and another up her cunt. But for their part it seemed they were really concentrating on the action on the stage. Several middle-aged men had merged into a small group and were very busy stroking themselves as they shared a conversation. The woman with the wooden cock up her snatch had just cum and her juices were running down her legs, but she continued to pump her pussy waiting for the rest of the punishment to continue. The group of young men had moved into taking turns sucking each other off. One had just squirted his load and it was running down the face of his partner. Everywhere I looked there were puddles of cum and female fluids in the sand. My attention finally rested on the couple near me just as a fountain exploded out of his penis. It seemed like a huge load and it went everywhere. As his orgasm subsided, his partner whispered something in his ear and he nodded. The hand she had used to massage his balls closed around the sack full of nuts and she suddenly squeezed them with all her strength. I could almost see them rupture in her grip, and her man nearly collapsed from the agony of his crushed nuts. He stifled a scream, and would have fallen if the woman had not held him up as he leaned heavily against her. Then she quicly reached into the sash she was wearing around her waist and pulled out a small knife. Working quickly, she forced what was left of his balls into the bottom of his sack, just like we had all witnessed a few minutes before on stage, and with one flick of the wrist she sliced open his bag. His shapeless balls fell out and hung between his legs several inches below his crotch. Another quick flick of the wrist and she cut the tissue holding his hanging testicles, and they fell to the ground with a soft plop. The woman took out a soft cloth and immediately held it against his wound where his hand joined in stopping the flow of blood. She said something to him again, and as he looked down to watch her, she placed her sandaled foot on the severed organs and smashed them into paste. He smiled weakly as she turned her attention back to his wound, but instead of helping stop the blood flow which by now had almost stopped anyway, she took his half hard penis in her hand and began the slow steady stroke that he had been doing before his castration. She was still engaged in masturbating him when the show started again. I tore my eyes away from them and refocused of the action on stage.

The cutter had returned to her work. The abuser for his part had not only lost his balls, but also some of the pain that had come when his nuts had been crushed. That was about to change. The girl had again picked up the needle, and after making him look at her, she showed him the implement of torture. She smiled at the look of horror on his face, and not taking her eyes off his, she lifted his soft penis and without looking at it she shoved the needle through the head. Surprisingly, his cock began to enlarge in spite of his terrible pain, probably because as she delivered the pain, she stroked his shaft, giving him the ultimate experience, jerking him off and getting him ready to lose his manhood at the same time. The needle pierced the head dozens of times, slowly, giving the maximum amount of torture for as long as she could. After several minutes, she stopped the skewering, reached for two smaller needles, and ran each of them through the head of his penis. Her fingers wrapped around their shafts, using them as kind of a handle so she could stretch out the organ as far as it would go. Then she took the knife again, and I could hear a collective intake of breath. But she laid the knife as close to his body as she could and simply cut a circle around the stretched out shaft. She laid down the knife, wrapped her fingers around the swollen organ and pulled the skin off, let it bunch up at the head. Picking up the knife again, she sliced off the head of his cock, taking the loose skin with it. Holding up the severed head by the empty skin, she went to her helpers and gave them the prize, getting a small leather bag in return. It looked for all the world like someone's castrated sack, and maybe it was. She took the bag back to the much shorter but still half hard cock, and began to rub the contents, a white crystaline substance, on the abuser's neatly pealed dick. Whatever it was caused him to scream through the gag. Apparently someone had asked what the stuff was, because in just a few seconds the word made its way around the crowd: salt. She coated what had been his object of incredible pleasure until it had become an object of incredible pain. Actually, the salt was beginning the preservation process, and it suddently occurred to me that maybe that was exactly what she was doing: preserving what was left of his penis as a trophy.

Time was running out, everyone could feel the climax building. I was so aroused that I didn't think I could contain myself any longer, so as she picked up the knife for the last act, I could hear everyone catch their breaths. She said something to the abuser as she took hold of his salted meat. As he looked down she placed the blade at the base of his cock and slowly sawed through his boner. There were moans throughout the crowd as his penis came off in her hand, and the sound of people having orgasms all around me. Cum shot into the air and juices gushed onto the ground as the final act of the show reached it's climax. My own body ached for release, and it was at this momment the unbelieveable happened. I glanced down at my son who was obviously rapidly approaching orgasm. I couldn't help myself. I quickly bent down and encircled his legs with my arms, lifting him up, with his enormous cock right in my face. I heard a quick "Mommy!?" as his huge boner slid into my mouth. His hands quickly grabbed my head and pulled my mouth all the way onto his giant shaft. The head rammed into my throat, and I worked to control the gag reflex as i took his whole organ. Just at that second he cried out again "Mommy!!" as the first gush of his cum exploded down my throat. I had to swallow, but the rest I held until he finished unloading his balls. Just as i swallowed the rest of his semen, his penis was jerked out of my mouth, and three soldiers surrounded me with drawn swords. I saw my son being carried away by another soldier, and the enormity of what I had done slammed into me: I had abused my own son in front of a hundred witnesses. As they took me away, my mind went through what limited options were left to me. I would probably never see my son again. My husband would take him to another city where they would be free from the shame of what I had done. My own fate was less certain. After all they couldn't take my cock and balls........again. See, it was exactly eight years ago today that I lost them on this very platform with the eyes of a hundred people watching. I had been caught in the act of sucking off a neighbor's son. He was only ten at the time and I had thought that it was a safe place, but someone had seen me take him there, and just at the moment that he shot his load into my waiting mouth, the soldiers arrived. I was tried and found guitly and sentenced all in one day, and one week later, eight years ago, my own manhood was taken. On that very same day, my husband lost his too. It was the mutual experience that drew us together, and as we healed from our ordeal, we were drawn to each other and decided to set up our own "family." A few years later we knew we needed a child to make things complete, so we began to look for one among the street kids that ran around in groups completely naked and offered themselves to anyone who might be interested. Street kids were generally regarded in a different light than regular kids. They had fewer rights, and while the people who used them were more secretive about having sex with a street kid, still there was less stigma attached to sucking a street kids penis than the highly illegal sexual practices with regular kids. So my husband and I searched the city for the perfect child to adopt, that is to say the child with the biggest cock we could find. As we looked, we heard rumors of a child with a man sized penis and balls to match, and the instant we finally found him, we knew him in an instant. We found him in a group of his friends who were busily playing with his enormous tool. We took him home with us, officially adoted him a few days later, and proceded to let him use his wonderful cock making us happy. We played with his penis every chance we got. We let him use our asses and we sucked him off whenever he wanted. Neither my husband or I could ever cum, but it was our pleasure to help him get off as often as he wanted. So you see, when I lost control and let him empty his balls in my mouth just now I was only doing what I did everyday. Classic case of bad timing, but anyway I have nothing else to lose.