Ayzintion City - One Slave’s Viewpoint

As I looked at the boy I almost let it go. He was young, sixteen at the most, and I was twenty now and yet I knew it was not my place to tell him. But as I gazed on him, watching him, I knew too that I would trade places with him in an instant if I could. I longed to be him, and so I decided to warn him. Still, the decision was not easy but once I had decided to speak I knew that I would even though I wasn’t even sure what I would say. I had never spoken of it after it had happened to me, and yet he was new and deserved to be warned: “HEY.... you..... yeah, YOU, by the woodpile.”

He looked at me then and I saw him stare with an intensity that new slaves tend to have when they are called. He looked around the yard to see if he was being watched, and then he looked back to me and our eyes met.

“Listen, I saw you looking at the girl earlier, and if you are smart you should just forget her and just do what they tell you.”

He turned to me just then, holding the ax, the wetness of his sweat gleaming off his naked back. He had been chopping the master’s wood for the past several hours, and his teenage body was dripping from the heat of the work. He had a perfect body, the way a developing adolescent’s body is when it is sixteen and pushing towards manhood. It was obvious to both of us that he was a lot stronger than me, and while my body had grown somewhat fat and lazy over the past few years, his was hard and ripped the way it is supposed to be. He was staring at me, staring at me the way a person stares at a dog or a cat or a goat. From his look it was obvious he had been told, and even if he was new on the ranch it was not that unexpected that he would have heard of me. He hadn’t seen it, hadn’t even been bought yet when it had happened even, yet the teenager knew something of it already, and he looked at me with a combination of disgust and curiosity.

I hated his look. I spoke to him then: “Don’t scorn me. I used to have a hard body like you. I was strong, and the fatness you see now wasn’t here. I used to chop the wood too. It was one of my chores when I was your age and I was very good at it---even better than you.”

Then, almost to confirm my suspicions he said “Is it true what they say? Did you really get your balls cut off by the owner’s youngest boy?”

God, the memory came flooding back! I felt the pain again, like I always did, the humiliation of it refreshed in my mind. I remember the laughing, the little kid holding my balls, feeling the knife as he sawed it into me. I remember his father encouraging him on, the other slaves watching, and I remember their erections as they watched my nutting. I remembered the girl most of all, yeah, I could never forget her and what she had cost me. I closed my eyes, and remembered the wetness of her sex and how I had fucked her. I felt the chill then, as I remembered how she had watched my balls get tossed in the dirt. I remembered her look and the way she had gripped my shaft as my balls had been cut from me. I closed my eyes harder, feeling the tears then, trying to shut out the memory, but the feeling and the memory shook me to the core and so I opened them and used the sight of the boy to push the memory back instead. Back, back to the recess in my mind where I tried to always keep it. I wiped my eyes to keep the tears at bay, but I knew I might lose the battle at any moment.

The kid was staring at me like I was some kind of half-animal, half-human freak I had been turned into. I knew I was the laughing stock of the ranch now and where I used to do the heavy work now I spent my days cleaning up the pig slop and emptying the toilet buckets. I smelled of them now, and as I allowed that thought the tears came to my eyes then, and I couldn’t stop them.

I answered him though the tears anyway: “It doesn’t matter...I’m just telling you...the way you were looking at her earlier. I saw you, and you want her. I know you do. Well, seek your relief with your hand, but leave the girl to herself. I only wish someone had told me.”

He looked down, and then he swung the ax then, hard, splitting the log he had placed on the chopping block with ease. He took another from the pile, and did it too. Then he turned back to me and asked: ”What happened...why did they take your balls?”

I stopped then, hesitated, but then just suddenly started to talk, to tell him. Perhaps I needed to relive it, perhaps I needed someone to hear me tell it, someone to understand the pain and the misery and not ridicule me for it. Perhaps that’s why I told him the tale. I don’t know really why, but I did. He stared at me as I began to speak, looking at me and listening, and it was obvious he wanted to know and perhaps I really wanted to tell him.

“Like I said, I used to chop the wood like you, and I was here, where you are now, when I first met her. She’s the girl you know as Leonna, the twenty-one year old who still serves the master in his kitchen. She was seventeen then, and I was just sixteen, like you, with a hard body and the desires you have now filled me then. I wanted her, thought about her, watched her. When she would come by I would wink at her, and she always smiled back and we flirted that way for months. I was in love, or so I thought, and while I had never had a girl I knew I wanted her and I dreamed about almost nothing else. Looking at you, and the way you were looking earlier, I suspect you are now where I once was not that very long ago.”

The boy had stopped chopping, and was listening. He nodded, and then acknowledged: “Yeah, I like the girl in the pink dress you saw earlier. I don’t even know her name yet, but I think of her and I watch her tits and I dream of being with her. She works in the inner-garden most of the time.”

I think his words caught me off-guard, and his admission of what I had suspected made me realize I needed to continue. So I said: “I wish I could remember the feeling you have. It was taken with my balls, and now it is gone forever. But I used to have it. But I do remember Leonna. Like I said, I thought of almost nothing else. Then, well, on the day that was my undoing, well, on that morning she had come by the woodpile. It was higher then, but it was right where you are standing and as she passed on an errand she told me to meet her in the hay barn right after the master had eaten his lunch. She told me he would be leaving for the fields right afterwards, and we could be alone. She also told me that he would be taking everyone with him because it was the harvest time and winter was coming. Well, when she told me that my heart had started pounding. Right afterwards, she had hurried back to the house and I hadn’t been able to talk with her. Well, as you can imagine, for the rest of the morning I chopped the wood but thought of her and wondered what would happen. I remember my prick had been hard in my pants, and I remember how I waited for lunch time, for the master to eat, and then for the wagon to be hitched. Like she had said, he took all of the slaves, and he even took his sons, or at least the older ones. But he left me behind to do the wood. As soon as he was gone I rushed to where the hay is stored, and as I entered, she was there.”

I had his attention now. He looked around again, and then said: ”Go on. What happened? Please....did she let you?”

“As soon as I came into the room she was on me. We kissed and held each other. I had never felt a woman, never been that close to a girl, and she smelled so fine and so sweet and it was so good. Yeah, she was wonderful and I wanted to be with her so bad. Then, she was pulling me to her, running her hands over my bare chest, and my sweat from the work at the woodpile seemed to add to her desire. Her top came down...I remember her breasts and OH GOD I do remember them as they fell out and I saw them for the first time. Its funny now, how I remember my reaction but can no longer understand it. But then, when I had my balls, I was like an animal in heat, driven to them and I started kissing them and licking them and as I sucked her nipples I remember her moaning with desire. Suddenly I was holding her, kissing her, touching her everywhere it seemed. I held her tits, felt her thighs, ran my hand over her dress, and then under it. She went for the rope around my waist, and as my pants came down I was on her....feeling her....touching her. Then she laid back on the hay that was piled in the center of the barn. There’s a pile there even today, next to one of the support posts. It was the same on that day. Yeah, I remember that pile and how she had laid back onto it, pulling me down and onto her as she did so. Her dress came off then, and it just seemed to fall away and I looked at her and it was then that I saw her sex. I had never seen the sex of a woman, and I remember looking at it, staring at it, wanting it. Yeah, I can still remember the first look, and how it made me go rigid.”

The boy was interested now. I noticed the bulge in his trousers, and it was obvious I had his full attention. He grabbed another piece of wood then, and swung the ax splitting it. Then, he turned to me and said: “So....did you....well, did you FUCK her?”

I looked at him before I spoke. He was so eager to hear, like a boy who is desperate to learn. I answered him then: “Yeah....I remember that like it was yesterday. I was so hard then, my prick was so damn hard. It was, and she took it in her hands and guided it right into her sex. She was so damn hot, and I remember her wetness and the heat from her body and I remember sliding it in and out of her. Yeah, I pumped my hips and pushed my prick in and out and in and out. I was so aroused, and yeah, I fucked her. I fucked her and fucked her and fucked her. God, I can’t even get it up anymore.” As I said those words the tears came then, and they just flowed with the memory and what I had lost.

He didn’t say anything. He chopped another log, and then another, and after he did the third one and my tears were under control, he looked back to me and asked: “So, what happened? Did they come back from the fields?”

I shook my head, and worked to regain my composure. Then I continued: “I was in her, feeling the feeling, and it was so wonderful that it seemed to go on forever. She was moaning, and then she was grabbing me so hard....her whole body shook as I fucked her. I remember then when it happened, how she shuddered and then how I suddenly joined her in the feeling. Yeah, I emptied my balls then into her, my seed just exploding deep in her and even as it was happening my hips continued to push in and out of her almost on their own. It was the most incredible feeling that I ever had!”

He was breathing hard, and staring at me now. “Was that the last time you squirted?”

“No. If it had been I’d still have my balls. But it was the first and the last time I ever filled a woman with my seed. As I was doing it, feeling the feeling and my balls were emptying themselves into her, well it was then that we heard him and it was then that we realized we had been seen.”

He was really hanging on my every word now. He glanced around the yard, and then stacked another piece of wood, but didn’t swing the ax. Instead, he said “Go ON. Please... God... who saw you fuck her?”

“It was Gerrit. Yeah, the owner’s youngest son. He was just eleven then, yeah, not even a teenager. I guess he had snuck in the loft. I don’t know when, never saw him come in, and I still don’t know everything he saw. But he saw enough I know. I tried to call him, but he just ran out of the barn, and well, I jumped up but by the time I had put on my britches he was gone. It turned out he ran all the way to the fields.”

The boy swung the ax then, and the log dropped into two pieces. He then said: “What did you do? Did you go after him?”

“He could not be found. I looked everywhere. I never suspected he would go that far. In the end I did the only thing I could do, I went back to the woodpile and chopped as much wood as I could, as fast as I could. Leonna ran back to the house to get her chores done, and all I could do was hope he wouldn’t tell anyone.”

He said “Why didn’t you run away?”

“Yeah, I know what you are thinking. But I wasn’t thinking they would cut me. I mean, the owner doesn’t believe in gelding even now...none of his slaves he buys have been cut...in fact except for me none of his slaves have ever been cut. He doesn’t cut them because he believes that it makes them fat and lazy. He doesn’t want slaves that have lost their strength. Look at me! My hard body disappeared when they took my balls.”

The boy said: “I would have run away.”

“To where? We are only two miles from the edge of the city, and in the other direction is the eastern province. You would never get far, and with the brand they gave you in the city after you were sold it would be impossible to get away for long. If they catch an escaped slave they drag them to the city and there they always geld them. I knew that even then, and I also had heard that they often take their pricks too. No, running away didn’t seem a choice. Besides, I thought the most they would do was whip me, and while I knew a whipping was bad I was strong enough so I figured I would survive it. You want to hear something stupid though?”

He said “Go on. I want to hear everything.”

“Well, I remember, of all things, I remember thinking that if Gerrit told on me and they really whipped me it would be OK. I remember thinking that she was worth a whipping. Yeah, I remember thinking that. God I was stupid!”

He didn’t say anything for a long while after that. He took some more wood, and as I watched him split it I wondered why I was telling him. He had a perfect body, the type of body that was ripped and strong, and as I watched him I noticed that the tufts of fur under his pits were thicker than my own. I wondered about his prick, and the hair above it. The master’s teenage sons had shaved me as a joke about six months after the boy had cut me, and after that it had never really grown back in. God they had laughed at me as they took it and they still laughed at me at the baths. I could see the few black hairs rising from his pants and growing up to his navel, and as I looked at him I realized he was already more of a man than I would ever be again. He looked back at me at that very moment, and then he stopped the ax and said: “So....tell me, tell me how you lost your balls.”

“I was here, right here, chopping the wood like you when they came. The master was in the group, as were his boys. He had most of the slaves with him too, and as they came into the yard I saw them, and I knew I was in trouble. The owner was more angry than I ever saw him. Gerrit was in the lead, and as they entered the wood yard he pointed me out, and said “There he is!” Yeah, I remember that. The owner confronted me then. He asked me if I had been alone with one of the slave girls? I told him I had. Then he asked me if I had dared to fuck her? Yeah, I remember he asked me that.”

The boy asked: “You told him you did?”

I looked at him, and then nodded my head as I continued: “Yeah...I mean, what else could I say? Gerrit was there at his side and I knew the boy had already talked. You could tell that by the anger in the master’s eyes. The master already knew, and if I had lied I was afraid of what he would do. I figured I would be whipped and then it would be over. But he didn’t whip me. As soon as I admitted the fucking, he looked even more angry and then he told them to grab me, and suddenly they were on me and I was dragged to the hay barn. I was certain he was going to whip me then but I was wrong. He wanted to see where I had been with the girl and he made me show him where I had done it. When I pointed it out he had them drag me to the same pile of hay, the one where I had fucked her only a few hours before. They tied my wrists together, and then strung my arms up over my head and tied them to the post that the hay was piled against. The had me tied so I was almost seated on top of the hay pile, my hands up and attached to the post. I still thought they were going to whip me, but they turned me around so I was facing everyone. I tried to apologize but he had them stuff a rag in my mouth. I remember him saying he didn’t want to hear anything else from me.”

The boy was staring at me with interest. I kept going, the tale now just flowing on its own, almost like I had to tell it, had to relive it, had to some way, somehow, get through it. “They took my pants then....just pulled them off and I was naked then and they were all looking at me. He had the other slaves tie me then, with my legs wide apart so that they were stretched out to the sides of the hay pile. They put some pegs in the ground, and then he had them remove my boots and attach my feet to them. I couldn’t really move much after that, and I couldn’t talk with the dirty rag in my mouth. I was stretched out and exposed, and I was really scared but I still had no idea what they were going to do to me.”

The boy stopped me then as he asked: “Then, did they cut you right away, or...what? Tell me. Please! I want to know how it was done.”

“Well, everyone was there. The lady was there even, and all the slaves from the fields were there. His boys too, they were there. He then called for the girl. Then, before she arrived, he spoke. Yeah, I don’t remember the exact words, but he spoke to everyone. Everyone but me. He didn’t speak to me, not then he didn’t. It was like I was just an object, or a pig or a young bull to be steered. He said he would not tolerate slave sex of any kind at any time unless he approved it first. He said that he and he alone would select which slaves if any would be bred, and when. He also said from now on if any of us tried it on our own he would cut their balls off. He looked at me when he said that. Yeah, I still remember that glance. He sure got the attention of all the slaves. He also said it was a simple rule, and they either would keep their balls in their pants or lose them.”

“Yeah, that’s when he tied my balls. I still remember it....he took the string off my own boots. he pulled down on my balls, way down, and then he wrapped it around my balls....I felt him doing it and I begged him to stop but the gag muffled my cries. I remember he looked right into my eyes, and then, with a hard jerk he snapped the leather bootlace tight and with the snap it closed around my sac. I grunted from the pain, and then he pulled it so tight I almost passed out. He tied my bootlace into a knot then, and it was so tight that my balls were bulging in my sac and I was aware that they were being strangled by the tie. After he had tied them he slowly removed the other bootlace and then he wrapped it too right around my scrotum. He put the second loop above the first, and when he snapped it shut I felt the pain all over again. I know I bucked my hips--I thought my balls would burst they were so tight in my sac. I remember feeling the ache, God it hurt, and I remember looking down at my balls and they had already gone bright red and they were so tight that the skin looked like it was going to just split open and my balls were going to pop through.” I think I panicked when I saw them and I know I bucked my hips trying to get it loose for more than a minute. I remember doing that, and I remember everyone laughing as I did. The ties were so tight and my balls ached as they bulged out in my sac and I was so scared. It made me sick to see my balls that way.”

The boy then interrupted and ask: “Was your prick hard?”

“No, not then it wasn’t. Right after he did the ties and my balls were really hurting my prick was small, hanging between my legs. I had fucked her just an hour or so before, and I thought I had been satisfied and my prick was hanging since it had happened. Well, that’s when Leonna came in. When she arrived everyone stared at her. I was so humiliated, and I didn’t want her to see me with my balls bulging in my sac but I couldn’t get away and she saw my limp dick and my red balls as soon as she entered the room. Anyway, when she saw me she started pleading for me. She said it was her fault, and she begged him to forgive me. He didn’t seem to care what she said. Then, well, then he told her to go grab my little prick. I remember the murmurs in the room when he said that, and I remember her look as he told her to do it. Yeah, he told her to hold my prick, and he said he swore to God in heaven that if she didn’t or if she let go of it before he said she could that he would cut it off of me. He was so angry, and so he made her hold me. Yeah, I remember him saying that cause she freaked but then did what he said, and so as I lay with my legs spread she grabbed my cock and I watched and felt her do it. When she did, well, when she did that’s when it started growing and even though I tried to will it down it went rigid from her attention. It’s almost funny now, because it doesn’t get stiff anymore, but then, well, then it was as hard as a piece of steel even with the room full of people. She really squeezed it, because I think she was afraid it would slip from her grip. So she held it, never letting it go...just kept squeezing it and I got harder and harder and everyone laughed as I did so.”

“Well, that’s when he told Gerrit to come forward. He gave the kid his knife. He was just eleven then, and his hands were so small and his eyes were so big and he looked so excited. He seemed to really enjoy holding that damn knife from his father’s pocket. As the boy held the knife the master made a big deal out of telling everyone that it had been used to castrate many of the ranch pigs. He told me it would be adequate to cut my balls off, and he pointed out it had a serrated edge that would make it easy even for the boy to cut them. Then he started telling the kid how to make the cut. He told him not to hurry when he cut me, that I deserved to feel the knife. He said I had enjoyed fucking a girl he owned, and so he wanted me to enjoy being castrated. He said it was important that I not miss any of the feeling. He emphasized that he didn’t want it done fast, that he wanted me to feel it happening and make sure I never forgot it. Then, well, he had the boy pull my ballsac out, hard, stretching it from my body. When his small hands grabbed by sac and he was tugging it outwards, I remember the chill and the fear and the intensity of that moment.”

The boy was rock hard. I could see even now he was enjoying hearing about my destruction. I hesitated then, letting the story hang in the air. He was staring, and then he finally ask: “So, did he cut them off of you then?”

I looked at him, and then let the memory form the words: “No, he didn’t cut me then. The master told the boy to hold my balls, and to start sawing the knife through them between the two ties immediately if I dared to shoot a wad. He then said that if I didn’t squirt, then he was not to cut me. That’s when he turned to me. I remember the master looking right at me, leaning over so we were face-to-face, and then he told me that he really wanted to understand me, that he could understand the urge maybe, but not the inability to control it. He told me at sixteen that I needed to be able to control my lust. He said he believed in second chances. I remember when he said that I thought there might be a chance, that perhaps his anger was reduced enough that and he might yet spare me. I remember that thought, even though the boy held my balls and the knife was in his hands. Then, well, then he said since I had already fucked a girl that day he assumed I was pretty much satisfied. He told me he couldn’t understand the erection though. He said that if my earlier fuck in fact had satisfied me then he would let me keep my balls. God I was shaking my head yes, YES I was, I was satisfied and I was sorry. I tried to mumble it out, but the gag stopped me. Then he said that he needed to know. He told me then that if I was too sexed up to control myself, especially after having a woman, well in that case then I wasn’t the kind of slave he could afford to have around with balls between my legs. He told me then it was all up to me.”

I remember thinking it was OK....that I was very satisfied and I would NEVER do it again without permission and I would work the rest of my life making up for my mistake. That’s when he told the girl...well, he told Leonna that she needed to pump my dick now so he could find out if I was satisfied enough by what we had done earlier or not.”

The boy’s eyes were wide open, and I could see his dick was even stiffer in his pants and a wet spot had soaked through where his tip lay against the fabric. Then he asked: “God. He wanted her to pump your dick to see if you were still in need? Oh God...did she do that...did she do that to you while everyone was watching?”

I looked at him, and then I continued: “Yeah...she didn’t want to, but he threatened her, told her she would be sold to the whore houses in the city if she didn’t do this now. So she did....she said to me “I am sorry” and then she starting stroking my dick up and down and up and down. He told me I had better remember that I had already fucked her and it should be enough, that it had better have been enough, and that I had better not seeking any more pleasure today. He said if I showed him I could control myself then he would let me keep my balls. I struggled then, trying to stop it. I fought the feeling....tried to think of something, hell, anything else. But Leonna’s hand was so soft, and as she worked my dick and her hand went up and down my shaft I slowly began to feel the feeling within my balls. There was nothing I could do...I knew I was getting the feeling...I tried to beg, but the gag prevented me from talking. I frantically searched around the room for something else to think about, but everyone was staring at my dick and I remember noticing how the slaves all seemed hard, their cocks bulging upward in their pants and thei expressions all hoping I would shoot. I tried to concentrate on my tied sac, on the pain there, the way my balls were bulging, but I remember as I looked down at them I remember thinking they almost looked like they were begging to be removed. Gerrit was holding them in his little hand, and the steel blade was against my sac. I went crazy then struggling to get loose because I was losing control. They said later I looked like I was trying to cum, like I wanted to be castrated. They said that my hips were thrusting so hard that I was driving my own cock in and out of her fist. That’s just not the way it was...she was pumping me, and the boy, the kid really, he had my balls in his had and the knife, the pig knife was against the skin and the sharpness of the steel held everything in the balance.

The boy stared at me, and I hesitated. He said then: “You came then, and he took your balls?”

“Yes, I came. I tried not too, fought the urge as long as I possibly could, but she felt so damn good and my balls literally ached with desire. Just as it happened, as I began to shoot, right before I did I knew it was over and so I thrusted hard into her hand, knowing I was cumming and knowing I had failed the test and there was nothing else to stop him. As I did, as I shoved my hips forward into her for the last time I felt the steel as the master told the kid to do it. The kid started sawing the knife then through my meat even as my seed was spurting from me. I know I grunted....felt the steel and the cut and the knife as I thrusted like there was no tomorrow. I was also screaming into the gag even as I was ejaculating. I guess I knew at that point he was taking my balls and so I wanted to cum before it was done. The boy just laughed as he cut me. He was giggling like it was funny as he cut off my balls, working the pig knife through them. He just sawed slowly, back and forth, and in fact all the while I was spurting he was cutting. I don’t know how long it lasted, but as my balls emptied themselves and my cock pumped out my goo, somewhere in that process while it was all going on, and the pleasure and the pain were all coming at me at the same time, well at that point my balls just finally came free and dropped into the boy’s hand. I think all the brothers burst out laughing as it happened. There was literally a roar and a few of the people watching actually clapped as I lost them. I remember the sharp stab of pain that was more intense than any pain you can ever have. It was so intense I almost fainted, the pain burned right up my groin and seemed to consume my entire being. I remember thinking I was falling....the room tilting as I collapsed against my bonds, even as the room was erupting in laughter. I remember looking at my ballsac in the little boy’s hand, the way he held it up and squeezed it. My severed balls were literally quivering in my sac, and then as I was staring at it he just tossed it into the dirt on the filthy floor below.”

Suddenly I heard a sound, and as I spun around Gerrit was there, listening to me tell the end of the tale. He was standing with his hands on his hips, and he had snuck up on me as I had been talking. My face flushed red with the humiliation of seeing him, and as I saw the now fifteen year-old teenager who had cut off my balls from me I looked away in shame. The other youth had quickly gone back to working the logs again, and as he swung the ax and another log cracked Gerrit suddenly spoke: “Soooooooooo, did the eunuch tell you about his castration? Did he...?”

The boy stopped chopping, and searching with care the words that he spoke, he answered: “Yes, yes sir...he told me the tale of when you took his balls.”

Gerrit laughed then, a huge laugh that rocked across the woodlot. Then he said “Oh, he did did he? Well, did he tell you how his eyes bulged as he shot his wad? Did he tell you how he grunted when he came in her fist or how he pumped his hips into her hand like he was begging for me to cut him? Did he tell you how big his dick was or how the tip glistened with his desire, the juices from his excitement literally oozing out his single hole? Did he share with you how his wad shot out from his body as he lay spread over the hay with his legs tied apart, or how his cream landed on the dirt where I later tossed his balls? Did he tell you how his eyes bulged wide as I started the cut, sawing the knife back and forth, slowly working the steel through his sack even as he was grunting out the last of his semen? Yeah, or what about the way his hips bucked as I cut him, or how his sack was dark red from his bootlaces, his balls so tight that they almost popped as I took them. Yeah, did he tell you about the girl, about how she pumped the goo out of him even though my dad gave him a chance if he could just control himself? Did he tell you how he trusted wildly as he was stroked, almost begging to cum from the feel of her hand? Did he tell you about how my brothers took his pubic hair after I took his balls? Yeah, I am just fifteen now and I got more hair than he ever will. I hope he told you everything. You know, I didn’t take his balls, not really. He’s a eunuch today because he didn’t deserve them. He lost his balls because he couldn’t control himself. In one way at least, he took his own balls. Oh, one more thing. What he didn’t tell you was what he doesn’t know. He also lost his balls cause he was stupid. You see, I never saw anything...nope, nothing. I climbed into the hay barn but they heard me and by the time I was somewhere I could see anything they were done. Yep, DONE! Sure, I told my dad they were in the barn together, but when he asked me if they had done anything together I told him I didn’t think so. Yeah, I told my dad nothing really. Nothing. If our eunuch had just kept his mouth shut he’d still have his nuts! So, yeah, he got his own balls chopped off. Well, its too bad. Ha ha ha ha! I am glad he was so stupid though, because you know what -- it was fun to take them and I’ll never forget the way his eyes bugged out as he grunted with the feeling as I worked the knife though his sac. Yeah, they were so hot to take too. The best part of all was watching his look as I tossed them into the dirt where he had just shot his last load. Yeah, that was the best part of all hearing them splat by the little puddle he had made. Then he grinned, a wide grin that spread clear across his face.

As he grinned, I felt a sickening feeling like I had never felt before. I reached down between my legs, where my balls used to hang, and as I felt the emptiness there my eyes met Gerrit’s and as they did he burst out laughing, a long hysterical laugh that echoed all the way across the woodlot. It was a laugh that would ring in my ears all though that day and into the night, and all the next day too. It’s still a laugh that I can never forget, and in fact if I close my eyes it echoes in my mind still.

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