The "Fucking Tables" of the Past; 4th Letter

Thanks for the note! You’ve really got me interested now, and I spent the entire weekend in the library researching “Fucking Tables.” LOL. It’s funny, but there is a lot of information, but you have to look hard and what I found out was on microfilm media in the archives section. It appears that one of the Nazi’s that escaped from Germany after WWII took one with him to South America. This took place in Bolivia, and it definitely happened. Apparently, he used one of the tables for his perverse pleasure, at least until he was caught at it I guess. Who knows?

By then, the number of men and boys he castrated with the table can only be guessed at. He was caught because he apparently castrated one of his employees, a lieutenant, who year’s later brought the authorities in and exposed the entire operation. I was able to cross reverence the piece, and confirm its authenticity, but still, it’s hard to fathom the ruthlessness of some people.

I also found one eye-witness account of one of the parties. I’ve included it after the interview, but you don’t have to read it if you aren’t interested. Later Nathan...I have got to run.

Mikal

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Interview, April 12, 1952.

Well, yes, he did have one of the ‘fucking tables.’ I think he brought it with him out of Germany, but I’m not really sure. All I know is that I worked for him, or at least through late 48, when he, well, when he did me and left me like I am.

I had been with him for many years, in Germany, and when we fled after the war he was pretty quiet and laid low. Over time he got bolder and then he got into having monthly parities, and hosting his friends from the war years, and the parties grew more intense and eventually became mere games for him. I wanted to leave, of course, but you really couldn’t just leave, because those that tried ended up dead. I wasn’t stupid, so I stayed.

But of course, he started using the table in his games, and he used to bring in men and teenagers he had kidnapped and then he castrated them as entertainment for the guests at the parties he would throw. They grew very popular, and his games just grew more perverse as his popularity grew. He knew I was not happy with my job. I was very afraid, and he was watching me, but in 1948 I was still his lead mechanic, in charge of keeping the table running smoothly. He had hired another man to help, although the job was not that difficult and I could have done it by myself.

You see, in the war I was a mechanic too, and worked on the tanks and he liked me and the detailed work that I had done. So, when he fled to South America, I went with him, and then as he later got into his parties and started using the table I was given the job of keeping it working. His fucking table was typical of those in Germany. It was a heavy wooden table, into which he had his men and boy victims strapped. The arms were held up, above the head, and the legs were spread apart, with leather restraints used to keep the male on it in position.

There are two straps that come up from between his legs, and they keep him in place. I had to make sure they were adjusted perfectly, for each man, so that he could pull upward with his hips, but not so far that he could withdraw his penis from the hole. That’s very important, but after you have done two or three it is an easy adjustment to make.

Anyway, his table was very heavy, and so he had it bolted to a wheeled dolly so he could roll the man out, into the party, at the appropriate time. He loved that, when he would announce during the dinner that he had some entertainment, and then we would roll out the man, strapped to the table, and then everyone could watch the show that would follow.

Like I said, the table was very heavy, and was made out of oak wood, and the top surface was almost three inches thick. About 1/3 of the way up the table, under the position where the man’s legs were spread, was a hole. It went all the way through the table. It was drilled into the table at an angle, which corresponded to the natural angle of a woman’s vagina. The hole was shaped like a narrow funnel, with the opening about two inches on the top of the table, and narrowing down to about an inch under the table.

The hole, or “pussy”, as it was called, was lined with the pelt from young beavers, and was a shaved fur, so it was very soft and silky smooth. It formed a channel or sheath for the man’s penis, so that when he was on the table, and his prick was in the hole, it was caressed by the beaver pelt. It was very effective. When the man or boy moved his hips his penis slid within the fur-lined channel. The feeling was designed to be very pleasurable, and it was.

I know that for a fact. But before I go into that, let me explain the rest of the story. I guess over the years after the war I probably saw more than a hundred men and boys lose their balls on it. They are always hard, stiff, eager even, and usually even though you would not think they would do it with people watching, they were always moving their asses and literally fucking the table by the time they were finally castrated. Of course, he had me modify the table for his parties, so it was a little different than the standard “fucking table” that was used during the war years.

Still, the basic mechanism was the same, although by the end I had installed two drive motors and two twist wheels on the one we had. Anyway, right after the war the machine was just used the way we had found it. The loop of wire came up from underneath the table, through the small guide hole, and when around the man’s balls with a twist, and then back down through the guide hole. From there, the two ends of the wire were inserted into two small holes drilled on opposite sides of a big gear, or twist wheel, which turned two times for every minute the man was on the table. The wires were held in position initially by small screws. As the wire twisted tighter and tighter, it cut its way slowly through the scrotum it encircled, until eventually if the table was left running long enough and the wire twisted tight enough, the scrotum, and the balls trapped inside, was separated from the body it was growing from.

Now, like I said, since he was after entertainment, he had me modify the table so that it ran backwards. That was fairly easy to do, as the motor was direct current so reversing its polarity was not difficult. He also had me remove the hour hand on the clock, so instead there was a clock face with only a minute hand and a second hand, running backwards. Of course, the wire twist wheel was reversed too, but that made no difference and although the twists made by the wire were in the opposite direction the resulting castration of the male strapped to the table was not affected.

To activate the table, you would set the clock for the time he specified, and then it would run backwards, counting down the minutes until the minute hand was straight up. When it reached the vertical position, the table motor was shut off, and when that occurred the wheel underneath would stop its slow rotation and if the man still had balls he was allowed to keep them. I never saw that happen, but it was theoretically possible.

At the early parties, in the beginning anyway, he would bring out the man and then he would explain to everyone how the table operated. He would then usually set the timer for 10 minutes, although sometimes he set it for fifteen just to make sure. For the first few years that was all he did, just bring out the man, turn on the table, and laugh with his guest as the man struggled to get loose and try and keep his balls.

Later, he started telling the man if he ejaculated he would allow him to keep his balls, if he shot enough and still had them attached to him when he creamed. Well, that would get the man really humping, right away. Of course, when he shot, then he would look at the wad...and make some comment about it wasn’t quite big enough...and perhaps, he should add to it. Then he would reset the table, for another ten minutes, and start again. If he shot another wad, then he would say something about it “almost being enough this time....one more time ought to do it” and then he would start it over once again. Of course, eventually, the poor man wouldn’t be able to cum anymore, even though he would hump that table like a crazed maniac in the end, desperately trying to save his manhood. You could almost see the desperation and the defeat in his eyes when he lost his balls anyway.

After a while even that didn’t satisfy him, and he wanted more, and so I was instructed to modify the table again so that it could handle two men at once. He wanted it set up too so that if one man ejaculated then it would force him to lose his balls immediately. In other words, he wanted me to redesign the table so that a man could save himself only by NOT cumming, and then only if something else shut the machine off before it ran too long. He wanted to make sure that the very act of having an orgasm would cause the man to lose his balls. So, the only certainly was that to save himself he could not afford to ejaculate under any circumstance.

Now, making that work was very difficult, especially for two men at once. At first I tried to use switches based on movements of their muscles during the act of ejaculation. But they didn’t seem to work. I tried resistance probes in the anus, to feel the contractions of the ass during an ejaculation, and that worked well, until I found out that he wanted to use the ass of the man on the table.

The next switch I tried was a mechanical one, below the pussy hole in the table, so that if he came his semen would shoot out and push on a level which would then slide the axel and change the gear ratio. It was a disaster. It didn’t work at all. The switch was not consistent, and if the man just oozed out his load instead of shooting it out with pressure, then the lever might not detect the wad and nothing happened at all. When the lever did work, the axle didn’t slide most of the time, and so changing the ratio of the wheel that was turning was an idea that I had to discard almost immediately.

I told him I was having a lot of trouble, and there wasn’t any way to test it. As a reply, I was given several fat men to use to test my switches, and I have to admit that I castrated about a dozen before I got things working the way they should. I know that sounds cruel, but I was under a lot of pressure to get it right, and I was threatened that if I did not then I could become part of the party “entertainment.” That motivated me, and I stayed up without sleep working on the problem and I castrated a lot of fat sacs as I did so. Finally, I came up with an idea that ended up working perfectly.

I already had the anus switch, which would work on one of the two men. I designed a second switch where I had two mesh screens of copper separated by 2mm of air. I placed the copper switch below the hole, and if the man on the table ejaculated then his semen would shoot through the copper screens and his load would then make the electrical connection between the grids.

I also used two dc motors on the table, one for each man and used a transformer/rectifier to get them working with the a/c current. After that, all I did was to take the electrical signal from the first man’s ejaculation and then it was an easy matter then to change the voltage to his motor. Being a d.c. motor, at the higher voltage the motor would increased its speed almost one hundred times. For the man whose wire was attached to that motor, by the time he had finished shooting his wad, his balls were no longer his. Instead they were literally twisted right off his body even while he was cumming. That worked perfectly, and that’s the way the machine was used for the rest of the time I was there.

Now, I never liked the way they were used mind you, and while I made the table I wasn’t the one that strapped those men to it. Typically, he would have his minions bring out an older man, and strap him into position on the table. I don’t know where he found them but I think the only criterion was the size of their sacs, as the man on the table was usually huge, with big fat balls, that were always full of fluid. I can only speculate, but I don’t think the man was allowed to cum for several days before the party, to make sure that he would have a big load and would have difficulty keeping it within him.

He would also bring out a younger male, at the same time, and strap him on top of the man already on the table. The younger male was strapped by his ankles and wrists and knees, so that he was positioned over the older man almost as if he was mounting him. Once he was in place, a second wire, identical to the other one, was threaded up from underneath the table and given a single twist around the boy’s developing scrotum. The wire ran back down and to a separate geared twist wheel, and then from there to a second d.c. motor. The two males were thus strapped to the table, with wires that were wrapped around the essence of their manhood. Needless to say, it was not a good position for them to be put in.

Now, these younger males were typically teenagers, thin, strong, and really just sprouting adolescents with firm, flat stomachs and pricks that were typical of a developing teenager. You know the type; thin, long, and eager. Like the older men, they too were kept and watched so that their balls were full of cream on the party night.

The way the entertainment went was this. The boy was told that if he wanted to keep his balls, then he would have to keep his prick totally hidden in the other man’s ass, otherwise he would be castrated if he allowed himself to pop out. He was also warned that to cum would cost him his balls. The last thing he was told is if he could do that simple task, stay inside the man and not ejaculate until the man below him was castrated, then he would be declared the winner and would be allowed to go free with his balls still beneath his legs.

The older man on the other hand was told if he wanted to keep his balls, then he would have to somehow find a way get the teenage prick in his ass to either pop out or ejaculate, and if he could do that then the teenager would be castrated instead.

The twist wires were identical but of different lengths. The man’s was shorter, as he was strapped to the table and was nearer to the twist wheel, so what that meant was that if everything else was equal, and neither of them ejaculated, then his wire would twist closed first and he would end up castrated anyway. Once that occurred, the boy’s motor would be shut down and he would be declared the “winner.”

Now, it seems a simple idea, and at first thought you would think that the older man wouldn’t have had much of a chance. First of all, the only way he could save himself was to move his ass in such a manner as to force the young boys cock to pop out, or to somehow get him to ejaculate. So, one thing the older guy could do was to lift his ass up, into the boy, and then slam it down fast, to the table, so fast that the boy wouldn’t be able to follow the movement and perhaps his dick would slide out. It was a good idea of course, but rarely worked.

For one thing, the boy was desperate to keep his prick in place. In order to keep his balls, all he had to do was keep his hard prick inside of the man’s ass until the man’s twist wire cinched off his sac. Since the boy’s wire was longer than the man’s, he had more time, and with time on his side all he had to do was just ride it out.

So, as the man struggled or moved his ass, the boy would push into the man, and if the man wiggled his ass then the boy would ride with him, up and down, trying to just ride him until the wire around the man’s balls did its work. Of course, the man would get more desperate as the wire grew tighter, and so his movements could get extreme as the wire tightened.

Now, if the man moved his hips too much, then he his prick which was sliding in the beaver fur would betray him, and he would ejaculate his wad and the machine would take his balls sooner. It was a fine line to walk.

For the boy, stiff and hard, and buried to his balls, he had one thing working against him. That was his youth. By being young and hot and horny, the feeling of being buried to his balls inside of the man’s gripping anus would often be too much. The feeling for him would be as intense as anything he had ever felt, and so sometimes the boy’s teenage desire would be so great that he would lose control long before the man he was fucking.

It was hard to predict. About half the time the teenager would ejaculate before the man, shooting his wad into the bowels of the man on the table. If that happened, the probe in his anus would trigger the solenoid to increase the voltage to his drive motor, and suddenly his sac would feel the wire and then immediately after that his balls were taken, even while he was still dumping his wad into the rectum of the man beneath him. It was something to watch...the teen screaming as he lost his balls and the man underneath him, his ass filled with the boys spunk, relieved to have won and seemingly oblivious to the wad shooting into his ass.

The parties were wild affairs. Lots of drink, food, and I know there was some betting that went on as well. You could just never predict the outcome. Would the fat man with the big sac lose it? Or would the eager boy, buried inside of the man’s ass, lose control and end up unmanned? One thing was certain, that one of them usually came long before the machine did its work on its own. Still, you just could never tell who it was going to be and sometimes it was really a surprise.

Now, as I said, it was my job to maintain the tables, to keep them operating, and to make sure that when he was using them that they did not malfunction. I didn’t have any choice, and although it was a simple mechanical device, the gearing was subject to some problems and required regular maintenance to make sure the wire twisting wheels were both working smoothly. I was there, the night the drive gear axle failed and its wire came off and snagged the boy’s. When that happened, it totally unwrapped on the man it was supposed to be attached to, so when he ejaculated and his motor went into overdrive he wasn’t affected. However, his wire that had become intertwined with the teenager’s caused the boy to lose his instead!

When it happened the room erupted in laughter, although my employer and the host was anything but happy. In fact, he just got so angry that he had the man and boy taken off the table and then before I knew what was happening I was strapped into it in his place. I was screaming; begging him really, and yet he was so angry, with everyone laughing at the table being broken and the kid’s balls getting ripped from him when he was supposed to have been freed. After I was strapped to it, well, I remember he came up to me, and was talking to the friends at the party while he put his hand on my naked ass and patted my head like I was a puppy.

I was on the table, but there wasn’t any wire, and the mechanism was all broken. So, they didn’t hook me up to the table, except for my cock, which they had shoved down the table’s “pussy.” Now, my damn prick went stiff on me, but my balls were just hanging down between my legs, and they were free and the machine wasn’t running so I wasn’t as scared as I would otherwise have been. Anyway, he was talking to his guests, explaining what my job was, to keep the table working, and since I couldn’t do my job then perhaps I’d have to be punished.

The crowd encouraged him, and after that I knew I was doomed.

Then he said to me, “Go ahead...show them, show them how to fuck the table. Do it now...or lose you balls.”

What could I do?

God, so, well, I did what he said. I started moving my hips, sliding my own cock into that fur lined hole while everyone watched me do it. In and out, feeling the feeling, the room laughing as I was doing his bidding. All the time he was there, his dinner knife against my scrotum, and I could feel him holding my balls as I was forced to fuck the table.

Everyone was laughing, and he was encouraging me, telling me “That’s it, do it...faster now...keep it moving.....fuck the table like a good boy....go ahead, drive that cock.”

I was sweating, scared, trying to beg him to not cut me. Then he started taunting me: “Keep it moving...you stop and your balls are mine.....now don’t cum....if you cum....well, that would be bad....just keep that ass moving but don’t you dare ejaculate until I let you.....”

That’s when I got the feeling of doom. There was nothing I could do. If I didn’t continue to fuck the table he would castrate me. If I stopped, or even slowed the grinding of my hips then my balls were history. So of course I kept them moving, which in turn caused my cock to slide in and out of that fur, in and out, the feeling just growing inside of me and the pressure on my balls so intense it cannot even be described.

Of course, the other side of the picture was that if I came, unless he let me, then well, he would cut them off anyway. What could I do? I tried to not cum, to not grow hard and yet my prick didn’t seem to care. It grew harder anyway, as I slid it through the fur, and so of course in the end I felt it building.

I called out, begging him, “Please...PLEASE...I NEED TO CUM” I yelled.

I remember him saying “Not yet my boy...if you squirt now I’ll take your balls.”

God, I tried, but the feeling was too intense, and I squirted anyway, right there in front of everyone while he held that knife to my balls. I couldn’t help myself. I remember as I was dumping my wad on the floor his dinner guests were laughing.

That’s when he took them....while I was cumming. I was just squirting out the last load of my life, screaming it out, grunting it out in front of the entire room, and he just took his knife and sawed that dull blade right through my scrotum, taking it, the sac, and the two balls that it contained. As it was happening I had this flashback, sudden and vivid, and then I was seeing them all, all the boys and all the men, remembering their screams and their balls that I had helped to take. I started laughing then, as my balls were being sliced away, laughing a perverse sort of laugh, as only a man who deserves his fate and perhaps even welcomes it can fully understand.

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Eyewitness account from someone who actually attended one of these “parties.”

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I attended one of the big parties in Bolvia back in the later 1940’s. I was invited, as was everyone, and when they explained to me that there was a castration contest for the entertainment I was so enthralled that I don’t know how to tell you how I felt.

Right after our dinner, some music was playing and then they opened a curtain of sorts and there was this platform. Center stage was one of the infamous “Fucking Tables” and this man, I think he was in his forties, was lashed to it and was staring directly at us. I could see his expression, and he was naked and strapped down and he didn’t look very happy. They had some mirrors mounted on stands and tilted so we could all see his ass, and his balls, and it was even possible to see the shiny wire that was around them. He was very close to where I was sitting, and I had a good view of everything.

The man had dark hair, and he had some hair on his fat legs and arms, and his balls were just enormous. His sac just was so huge, and the little wire that was wrapped around the top of it just seemed so innocent, yet it was at that very moment the most significant thing in that man’s life.

Under the table you could see the very tip of his cock, just sticking out of some fur from the tables ‘pussy.’ It looked fat and purple and even eager, and as I was looking at it I realized that he must be totally erect even as he was strapped to the table and waiting for his fate to be determined.

What caught my attention though wasn’t the man. No, hardly. On top of him was the most magnificent teenager I have ever laid eyes on. He was just so powerful, with muscles in his back that rippled, his perfect bubble butt jutting upward, his legs closer together and between the mans. They were smooth, and as he looked at me his eyes seemed to burn as if on fire. They were greenish, and so beautiful, and he had the dirty blond look that drives the women wild.

In the mirror you could see his balls, and they were much smaller than the man below him, under him, and yet they too had the shiny wire around them that indicated their misfortune. I couldn’t see his cock, but I imagined it was long and then, and at that moment it was buried to its hilt in the man beneath him, inside of his ass, almost as if the ass was a woman and he was in her.

The boy too didn’t look too happy. His face though shined, and his eyes sparkled, and I loved looking at the wisp of hair on his upper lip and thinking about how far he was into manhood. I imagined the youth to be 15 or 16, but he was probably really 18 but it just wasn’t possible to know. He had patches of hair visible under his armpits, and there was a ring of hair around his anus that matched the color of his hair. The back of his legs had some light blond hair on them, and his ass was so perfect that it was hard to describe. There wasn’t a mark on it, and it looked innocent, virgin, and totally inexperienced.

The youth’s spine was well defined, and the muscles in his back were visible and pronounced. He was perfect, in everyway, and he would have driven any woman alive wild. I’m sure if he could have had his way he would have rather been inside a pussy. Instead, when I saw him, his cock was buried to the hilt inside the rectum of a fat man, and while he didn’t seem too thrilled to have it there and he was stiff and eager none-the-less.

The rules were explained to all of us. As the host went over them, I watched the expression on the man and the boy and I realized they were in a contest that would leave at least one of them a eunuch.

The host was speaking, and we all listened: “The timer is set for fifteen minutes. If neither the boy or man does anything else, then the machine will twist the two wires for fifteen minutes or until one of them is castrated. If that occurs, then the machine will shut itself down.”

He then continued: “...If either male ejaculates while the machine is on, then his motor will speed up and as it does so the twisting rate of his wire will be increased and at that point his castration will become unstoppable.”

The boy’s eyes went wide. The man continued: “If one of these two causes his own castration by ejaculating, then, after his castration is over, the machine will be unplugged and the remaining male will be allowed to keep his balls.”

After that, we were allowed ten minutes to go up and check out the table and the man and the boy strapped to it. During that time we could also place bets if we wanted. I dropped the equivalent of $200 on the boy, just because I wanted the fat man to lose if for no other reason. When I went up to the table I put my hand on the teenager’s perfect rump, and as I did he grunted and turned around and looked at me. He had a little probe with a wire coming out of his ass, which I hadn’t seen from my seat, and I was told it was used to detect his ejaculation, if it occurred.

I don’t know what I was thinking. I just couldn’t imagine being strapped naked, like that, your cock buried inside of a man’s hole and a crowd of people watching it. Worse, the machine, waiting to do its twisting, slowly working the wire through your sack, minute after minute, all the while knowing that if you came then you would immediately insure your own unmanning.

Soon, we were back in our seats and the “fucking table” was plugged in. It started making a whirring noise, and at first nothing happened, and neither of them moved. Then, slowly, the fat man raised up his hips....just sort of lifting himself and the boy inside of him upward. Then, almost in an instant, he slammed himself down, into the table, hard, moving as fast as he could. Apparently, he wanted the boy to slip out, but the boy rode him perfectly, down and then back up, grunting as the man bottomed out and he was forced deeper into his hole.

The man tried it a few more times, and the teenage boy moaned and you could tell he was feeling the tightness of the man’s ass and the way his cock was being gripped was definitely having an effect on him.

Time was moving on, and in the mirrors I could tell that the fat man’s sac was really feeling the wire. You could see the steel, see it as it was pushing its way down, into his scrotum, the man’s big fat balls so tight and so big it is just hard to describe. The boy’s sack was small, and even tender looking, and yet as he rode the man I noticed that his young balls were tightening up, drawing up in his sack and seemingly growing eager with the feeling and the intensity of what was happening. His wire wasn’t as tight, and his balls were smaller and so the loop hadn’t cut into his sac yet.

Several minutes passed. I could see in the mirror the man’s big sac was really starting to feel the twist and the wire was starting to disappear inside, burying itself into his scrotum. The boys’ wire too had started to bite into his balls, but not as much. Still the boy started to wiggle some, to struggle, moving his ass around as if he could get the wire from his nuts.

About that time the fat man started to struggle too. It was as if the pain was reaching into him, and I saw the look come into his face as he realized that he was not going to survive this intact unless he did something else. The wire was tight by then, very tight, and it was really squeezing into his sac and a line of red had appeared and the wire was obviously beginning to literally, unman him. He started moving then, driving his hips, and as he humped the table, in and out, in and out, his cock jutted out from beneath the table, from the fur-lined hole again and again and again.

Meanwhile, the boy, with a determined look on his face, struggled to stay inside the man. His hips were riding the man, up and down, trying to keep his cock buried to his balls, and finding it a struggle to do so. He was staring right at me, his eyes wide, his look intense as he felt the ass around his cock, gripping it, squeezing it, the wetness in the fat man’s rectum caressing his cock and pushing the feeling to unexpected heights.

The boy moaned, a deep moan, and he gasped “Oh...GOD...Oh...” The man, hearing that, I think realized that the boy was losing control. As the youth moaned, the older man rocked up, pushing his hips into the boy, driving his ass up, onto the boys erection and then down, so that the boy’s cock was sliding in and out and in and out. He was obviously trying to make the teenager cum. I could see it was working; the boy was gasping with the feeling, his cock surrounded by the ring of muscle that was literally fucking him from below.

At the same time of course the man was driving his own cock in and out of the fur-lined channel, and you could see as he was staring, open mouthed, that it was having an affect on his balls. Suddenly, he stopped, and the look then, as the feeling was on the edge, holding there on that cliff, the moment so intense that he dared not move. The boy sensed it, the sudden stoppage, the man trying desperately to hold off his own orgasm, and so the boy then pushed into him, trying to drive the man over the edge. The boy literally rammed his cock into the man then, deep, into his hole and up against the man’s prostate with a vengeance.

Suddenly, the man screamed “NO!!!! GOD...STOP.......PLEASE!!!!!!” as the boy ignored is pleas and instead pushed his hips until they were humping in a blur of motion. The boy was like a pile driver then, in and out, in and out, forcing the man to feel his ass being fucked, the teenage cock thrusting hard and stiff and eager.

The boy was desperate to put the man over the edge, and the man was there already and the feeling was too much to handle. He grunted, screamed really, and then without control he started squirting out his wad. It jetted out from the hole under the table, the man’s spunk shooting out from the fur that was tickling his cock. It was the biggest wad of his life, intense, violent, and like ropes of white he shot and shot and shot, it spraying though the wire mesh and triggering the motor that would insure his castration.

At the same time, his ass spasmed, and the muscles around his anus tightened and loosened and tightened and loosened, the rhythmic pulsations deep and primal. As they gripped the teenagers young cock, the were milking it, and suddenly the boy too was screaming “No..OH GOD............I’m CUMMINGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!”

Simultaneously, he too was suddenly emptying his balls, filling the man’s rectum with his semen and dumping his wad without abandon. I was looking in the tilted mirror, and could see the white line of his spunk appear around his young thin cock, welling up and literally flooding out of the man’s ass as if it was a geyser of fluid spewing around the boy’s rod.

Suddenly, the machine’s whirring tone changed sounds, and the two twisting motors seemed to go into high gear at the same time. As they did so, both the man and the boy screamed together, and the wire loops grew tighter and tighter and tighter. Both of them then were thrusting wildly, even as they finished dumping their wads, and then as we all watched I could see that the pain overwhelmed them. They suddenly wailed, a wild, desperate scream; intense, permeating, with a cry that is like no other on earth.

Then, almost before it had begun, their scrotums were cinched closed and the wire had done its work. The man’s big sac came off first, just right off and he grunted and then his ball-less hips were jerking in his desperation. When his sac separated he collapsed, like an egg that has broken, and all the fight and all the struggle went out of him like the air leaves a balloon.

The boy’s balls came off almost simultaneously, perhaps a second later, perhaps less, and as they did he too just collapsed completely, falling into the man and his balls dropping down until they rested touching the severed sac below them.

We were all wild, laughing hysterically, and the applause just seemed to grow and grow and grow. I’ve never seen anything like it, and probably never will again.

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