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Dedicated to Christopher, a fan. Ayzintion City - The Brothels This story forms yet another tale in the series that has come to be known as Ayzintion City. The series is written in such a way that it doesnt really matter which story you read first, yet even so, they all form the tale and they are all written about the same, magical place that is found only in my mind. As a reminder, Ayzintion City is a place like no other place on earth. It is city where the slave traders come, and the slave buyers come, and the entire city with its ancient buildings and associated businesses are all linked to the trade. It is a place where the Eastern Province and the Southern Province converge, and sometimes the slave auctions will trade as many as a thousand boys in a single week. Ayzintion City has existed since the first maps were drawn, and while it is well known among those that deal in human flesh it is almost unheard of outside of that elite circle. The city is hidden in the mountains, and it is surrounded by water and deep ravines. Unless you know the way into the city, you would never be able to find it. The majority of all slave trading that is done has its roots to Ayzintion, and if you are interested in buying or selling or you need to find a boy to own it is there that you will be drawn. God I'm horny. The wife's pushing me away, as she does each month, and my cock strains in my pants and I decide to purchase my relief. For someone as powerful as I you would think she would accommodate me whenever I want, but she doesnt and I do not push it anymore. Besides, I enjoy a young eunuch's ass from time to time, and if you can find the right boy to fuck his hole is tight and the feeling is good. There are scores of brothels in the city to choose from, but my favorites are on the west side of town, where there are lots of choices and the prices are fair. There are several streets here that are lined with brothels, and there are more than a dozen in a single block area. They each are different, and the class of the slaves for rent and the prices very wildly, as does the merchandise. Over the years I have found a few to my liking, and the one I like the most is simply called "THE HOLE." Its a dive of sorts, but the boys are young and their bodies are clean, and the lady that runs the places doesnt rip you off. So, once again, it is there that I go. As I enter the place I have used before I check out the new merchandise. There is a group of young teens playing cards in the corner, and they all look up and stare at me as I enter the establishment and the bell on the door rings. I give them a smile. I can tell immediately that they do not fancy me, and the idea of opening their rears for my forty year old cock is clearly not something they desire. Still, I have the purse and the choice is mine, and as I look at them I feel my pole stir, and it's then that I think I might go with more than one. Of course, they have all been cut, and are well-healed, and their faces are smooth and the oldest of them is tall and thin. The tall boy I like immediately, as his hair is blond and his eyes blue and penetrating. I have never seen him before. His mouth is perfect, and as I stare at the boy and his lips I contemplate the feeling of having him suck my pole before I take his hole. They are well trained here in this shop, and when I pay my money I know I will not be disappointed no matter which boy I decide to mount. I never am. As I talk with the madam that runs the joint I notice a sign and it grabs my attention. "SPECIAL: Fresh Nutted Virgin Holes -- Special Deal." The sign shows a price of one hundred and fifty degos, which is a little high for a rental hole, but then again the sign grabs my attention and I have to inquire. "Madam, I see the sign. What's the deal?" I ask. She smiles, and then says "We have a few new boys that have not been cut, and if you buy one of them we will cut him here and then let you mount his hole immediately after it is done. There is no tighter hole in the city, I can assure you, and there is nothing like a brand new eunuch to satisfy your cock." My heart pounds. God....the very idea of mounting a fresh cut slave is very appealing to me, VERY APPEALING, and yet I do not see how it could be done. The boy would be in too much pain I would think and I I doubt he would ever stay still to allow the penetration. Still, she is a professional, and see's my interest, and before I can ask the question she says: "You need to see them...they are all first rate, and they are all virgins. They've never been with a woman, or a man either for that matter. You are strong, with a hard body, and you deserve the best sir. I can assure you that there is nothing on this earth better than a fresh cut boy whose legs are spread and whose hole is properly greased. I can also assure you sir it will be a fuck you will never forget." I hesitate, and look to the boys who have stopped playing cards and instead are staring at me with interest. My eyes lock on the blond boy, who immediately drops his eyes and looks away, his face flushing red as he notices my gaze. The woman is quick to catch my look, and then she says: "If you take the virgin special, I'll give you a two-for-one deal, and thrown in Hans there, the blond one who has caught your eye, and let him suck you off afterwards. He's good at it, and for a free topper you'll be very satisfied." It's an offer that's too good to pass up, and so I make the purchase. The blond boy isn't happy, and immediately he is being kidded by the others. Well, too bad for him I say! He doesnt dare to say anything to me of course. As I pay my money, I say "I want the blond one at the same time, for as long as I want him, and I don't want to be hurried." That's fine with her, and one reason I come back here on a regular basis is that they never rush you, and you can spend as much time with the boys as you desire. Also, the slaves here are well trained, and they face severe punishment if they disappoint a patron. That rarely happens here, and this brothel stands by their reputation and I know the service is first rate. Because of their training and the support of the owners, the slaves here spread their legs wide and perch their holes up willingly, and in the all years I've been coming here I've only had one give me a problem. He was seventeen, and when I complained to the madam he was rude to me and had refused my bidding, he was immediately tied down and striped with the strap for an extended period as I watched. Afterwards, with his white ass crossed with angry lines and his cock whipped raw, he spread his legs willingly, and I fucked him twice and let him suck me off before I was finally done with him. He sure learned his lesson! The boys know there place here, and they are well trained and they treat the customers right. By the door there is a display window and a big eunuch is tied there, his arms spread out and he standing, his cock held upright by a string of leather that is looped through a ring that pierces the end of his pole. His entire sac is missing, and his cock juts upward even though it is flaccid, because of the tie and the string that pulls on it. He looks to me to be well-used, and I do not want his hole and he has nothing to fear from me. His body is devoid of hair, and even his head has been shaved bald. Some men like their eunuchs like that, but for me he's too old and I'd rather use my hand. After I pay the money she takes me into the back rooms where the uncut boys are being held. We go by a room on the way, and there is a striking blond haired youth there that catches my eye. He's naked, and has a look of anger on his face, or defiance perhaps, and I can see his prickle hangs long and his bag of stones is heavy between his legs. I assess him as we pass, and guess him to be seventeen or eighteen, and in many ways he reminds me of the other blond, the eunuch she called Hans who was playing cards and that I can't help thinking about. Around this boy's right ankle is an iron cuff, with a chain that goes to a peg in the floor. It is obvious that he's not going anywhere. She totally ignores the chained youth and leads me instead on down the hall, to a room with a window that is filled with iron bars. The big bolt is pulled back, and I am shown inside to make my pick. There are four, and as she tells them to stand and show me their bodies I can see their embarrassment and their fear. Still, they stand, and I go into the room to make my choice. The first youth is a very young teenager, probably thirteen or fourteen at most, and that is not my thing. He has dark hair that is shiny, and it catches the light. Its a deep brown and is a little unkempt. There is a sparkle to his eyes though, and I like that. His body is young, and thin, and his belly is slightly rounded, the way it is on a boy who has just begun to sprout into manhood. His prickle hangs outward, slightly engorged but far from hard. It is about the thickness of my finger, and about four inches in length. Its a typical cock for a young boy, and the little nest of pubic hair that has just begun to sprout above it is thin and insignificant. Still, his young balls are growing, and his sac has started to round out and has some weight to it. As I look at it the thought occurs to me that will soon change, and I wonder how it will be for him when they take his bag. It doesn't matter, and as the boy stares at me, wide eyes and with trepidation, he has nothing to fear. He reminds me of my own son and he does nothing to sexually excite me. I turn my attention to the second youth, and he is older, at least fifteen and with a wisp of hair across his upper lip. His cock hangs long, and yet it still has the thinness of youth. Under it, I look at his bag of stones and see that they are hanging, loose, dangling down almost as if they are ready to be taken. He looks at me and his face flushes crimson, and I can tell immediately that he does not want to be nutted. I like his cock, a lot, and he has a body that would be fun to fuck. Still, he's a little on the young side, and his face is teared up and he looks like he may cry. I'm not sure I would want to fuck him right after they nutted him. He's well into puberty, and there is a thick down on his legs, and his nest of hair is thick and looks like it belongs on a man instead of a boy. I consider him. His hole would be tight and I would enjoy mounting him. But I don't want a crying boy while I'm fucking, and to me it seems he may well shed tears when they take his balls. I look at the next teenager, and as he faces me I see that he is older and with a beard. He's got a little belly on him, and his chest has hair and as I look at him he strikes me as a man. I guess he's nineteen or twenty, and while I'm sure he would make a good fuck he is not the type I am after. Still, it would be interesting to watch him as he was nutted, and it would almost be worth choosing him just to watch it be done. The last youth is hidden in the shadows, and is looking down so I cannot see his face. I say "You...you boy...look at me when I am making my choice, and let me see your cock. I just might want to fuck you!" He turns to face me, and his face goes white and I gasp. God, I KNOW HIM! HE IS NOT A SLAVE! I look to the lady, and then I say "What is this? I know this boy, and his parents! His father has a stall in the produce market, and this boy is no slave. What is going on here?" She looks at me, and her eyes are beaming. "Sire, his father has sold him to pay some debts. He has two other sons, and he sold the boy into slavery and I have bought him fair. He is mine now. He is yours to fuck if you want, and I can make you a good deal on him. Perhaps you would enjoy watching your friend's boy nutted?" I am stunned. The boy looks down, his face white with fear, and I can see he is on the edge of crying. Hell....I like this boy! I know his father, and I know the boy. Jeremiah, yeah, that's his name! Shit. He's just twelve, and I've watched him through the years helping his father, and as I see him there, waiting now to have his stones cut from his little bag I am angry at his father and what he has done to his son. I look to the woman, and then trying to think this out, I ask: "Did you get a bargain when you purchased him?" She grinned. Then she said "I got him for 8000 degos. And once I get him cut and his hole stretched he will make up that in short order. Why do you ask?" I stare at her, and the boy. It is wrong for a father to sell his son. Then I say, slowly, and carefully, "I am a friend of the council, and Councilman Feckler will vouch for me. I know this boy, and I think I do not want to see him as a slave. Instead, I would like to pay you for him and take him off your hands, for my home. I certainly do not want him cut. I'll give you nine thousand, the extra for your trouble, but the boy is mine tonight." She looks at me, and her eyes squint. Then, sensing money, she says "I cannot sell him for that sire. I will not. He's worth twice that to me, and perhaps even more. I got a bargain on him, and I have no intention of selling him cheap to anyone." I look at her, and my eyes cut through to her, staring her down. I am not used to being questioned, and yet I do not want to push too hard. For one thing, I'd still like to have my fuck, and pissing her off will not accomplish that. I look at her, and then I smile. Then, carefully, I say: "You have a nice business here, and it is well known to the council. The license you have been granted was given carefully, and you have a good reputation, and your slaves are clean and you do things right. I like coming here. For one thing, I'm sure even your documents are proper. But I want the boy, and he means nothing to you. I would hate to schedule an inspection here, and find that things were not quite as perfect as they seem. What do you think? Should I arrange it for you?" She gets the point immediately, and she been in the business of renting boys long enough that she knows when a fight is not worth fighting. "Take the boy" she says. A friend of the council is a friend of mine. If you want him, he is yours, and nine thousand will compensate me for the loss and if the boy makes you happy then it will be good to do." I nod, and the boy is staring, wide-eyed, in disbelief perhaps as the moment passes in a life changing second and everything changes for him because of it. I then say to him: "Jeremiah, do you know who I am?" He nods. He knows exactly who I am, and where I live. I say to him then: "Good. Find some clothes boy, and then go to my house. You are mine now, and you and I will decide where you will live after I discuss some things with your father. Now...Go!" The boy looks at the woman, not sure of himself, and she nods and when she does the youth takes off like a scared rabbit. I'm not sure my wife will be thrilled with another mouth to feed, but this is something I had to do and I am not ashamed of it. As soon as the boy is gone the other three lads are staring at me now, and perhaps hoping that I too will show them a miracle. I look at them, and then instead I turn to the woman, and then, thinking of the blond with the shackle around his ankle, I say "What about the blond boy, the one you have chained down the hall. I think he may be just the type I am looking for." She hesitates, and I can see her lip quiver. Then she says: "Sire, he is new, and he does not listen well. Already he has required the whip three times in four days, and earlier this evening he had to be strapped to get him to obey. I do not think he would spread his legs for you, no matter what I threatened him with, and I could not trust him to serve you properly. He's not a virgin either. He was a breeder, and he knows what a woman has for him, and he wants it again and the last thing he will tolerate is some man trying to mount him like a woman. He will be tough to break I fear. As I listen to her words I want him even more. Then I say "I'm certain if you tied him well he would spread his legs for anyone." She laughs. She had not been thinking along those lines, as most men want a willing slave who will do what they want and when they want. She smiles again, and the sparkle in her eyes is back. She knows what I want. Then she says "If you do not mind a red ass where he has had the strap, I can make him ready if you choose to fuck him. I can attest his hole is clean, and he will be tight, as he has never been mounted by anyone. But he will not like it, and he will struggle and fight and buck as you fuck him." I nod, and the idea of him struggling as he takes my cock makes me grow hard in my pants. She then takes me down the hall and back to where the youth is restrained. As soon as I give him my attention I know he is the one. He is older, seventeen or eighteen, and except for his hanging bag of testicles he is a spitting image of the boy I first noticed when I had entered the brothel. Before I can form the question, the woman running things speaks up to me. "They aren't brothers, but they look a lot alike. This one's still got his balls though, and unlike the boy in the entrance this one will fight and willingly give you nothing. On the other hand, Hans will do anything you desire." I look at her and grin, and then I look back to the boy and his face goes white. He is scared, and the fear is obvious. His blond hair and blue eyes are striking, and his stomach is ripped with horizontal lines of muscle. His hands are grasped tight, and the boy makes two fists as he stares at me staring at him. Then, I ask him to raise his arms, which he hesitates to do. I can see the defiance in his eyes. I look at him, and then I say "Raise your arms boy, or I'll have you strapped again, twice as hard and twice as long as you have been strapped already. I am used to being obeyed, and you will obey me or your ass will be feel the strap in ways you never dreamed." The boy hesitates, but then decides otherwise and he raises his arms high over his head. There is a tuft of hair under each armpit, and it too is blond and natural and matches the hair in his groin. His cock is half way between a boy and a man, and is thick and semi-erect and I immediately like it. I wet my lips, and then I ask the woman: "So, he has been with more than one woman you say?" She smiles, and the boy's face lights up, proud. Then she says "Yes....the boy has been put to a half dozen slave girls, and he's had his share of a woman's gift. He's proud of his cock, and likes to play with it, although since I've had him I haven't given him the opportunity to even use his hand. See how his cock is resting, still semi-stiff and eager. The boy is pure sex, but while his cock is experienced his hole is not. It is untouched and puckered and is ready to be penetrated. BOY...BEND OVER AND SHOW THIS MAN YOUR HOLE!" she orders him. The boy doesn't move, and stares then, a look of defiance on his face that excites me. She says again: "BEND OVER BOY....UNLESS YOU WANT THE STRAP AGAIN!" His eyes go wide, and I sense the fear. There is no doubt at all that if he does not do what he is told and soon then he will be strapped hard and thoroughly, and as he contemplates that thought he decides not to fight her. Instead, he turns then, and very slowly, he bends over. He's a defiant lad, with a degree of insolence, and I can see he pushes things as far as he dares. As he bends over and sticks his buttocks outward, I can see the red welts from his last session with the leather strap, and from the marks it is quite apparent that when he was given the leather he was punished hard and shown no mercy. Obviously, from his compliance, he does not want to face it again. The madam decides to push him, perhaps to impress me, and then she says: "Spread your cheeks and show this man your hole. This man wants to see it and you will do as you're told." The boy's face is flushed red, but he complies, and spreads his cheeks and his hole puckers as I look at it. It a round little rosebud and is cute as hell, and there isn't a hair on his ass. It occurs to me that they might have shaved his crack, to make him more appealing, but I really don't care and I feel my dick stir. The boy's hole looks new, and ripe for fucking, and as I stare at it and the blond fuzz on his legs I immediately feel the need and know that I want him. His bag hangs full, dangling down between his legs, and as I stare at his scrotum and the bullocks that weight it, suddenly I'm eager to see them stolen and watch him being unmanned. There is little doubt in my mind that when they take his balls they will take his insolence as well and the fight will be gone from him after it is done. Some teens are better off without their balls and to me it appears he is one of those. It is then that I say "He will do." The boy turns then, his face white, and then the young teenager starts to beg. Of course he knows what goes on here, and if I am buying him to fuck then he has to know he will be nutted before it is done. He's very afraid, and with good reason of course. But the woman is in no mood to listen to him, and instead of listening to him she turns to two big eunuchs that have followed us into the room. The boy keeps talking but the woman isn't listening. In fact, she ignores the boy completely then, even as he continues to beg, and instead she says to them: "Prepare the boy. I want him washed and ready in fifteen minutes." The boy screams in desperation, appealing directly to me: "NOOOO!!!!! PLEASE SIRE...PLEASE! DO NOT LET THEM DO THIS TO ME! PLEASE!!!!!!!!" I look to the woman, and then to the boy. I stare at his crotch, and notice the thickness of his pubic hair that grows above his dick. As I look at it I know it is important to him, and so I say to the woman: "When you prepare him, clean him well and then take his pubes. He doesnt deserve them." She laughs, and the teenager stares then, stunned, suddenly and instantly realizing that I mean business and there will be no mercy from me coming his way. I think then the expression on his face it one of total horror, perhaps realizing for the first time that he really is about to be unmanned. She then takes me out to a small private room, where a basin of warm water is waiting, along with the usual bucket for doing what must be done. The room is clean, with a pleasant odor, and as I wash myself up I find the excitement building, as I eagerly wait for what is to come. I don't hurry, and take the time necessary to clean myself up and prepare for the sex that is coming. In a few minutes I hear a knock. It is the blond eunuch, Hans, and he is dressed only in shorts now and is obviously ready to do my bidding. His chest is smooth, and his little nipples stick out like small coins, and he's cute as hell. I look into his eyes, and he blushes. He's not scared, that much is obvious, and if he's not looking forward to this he is at least not fearing it or fighting it. The eunuch Hans then escorts me to anther room, and when he opens the door the other boy is there, spread eagled and tied onto a bed, flat on his back and with his arms and legs spread wide. I can smell the lye soap, and he has been scrubbed thoroughly and his body is still slick from his forced bath. He does not look happy, and yet he is helpless to do anything but wait for me. His head is propped up, so that he is looking out and at me, and when I see the fear in his eyes I cannot help but smile. They have him tied with his legs spread wide, ready for his gelding, and of course he must be gelded before I can mount him. But I am in no hurry, and I tell the madam that I will need some time and I will call for her when I am ready. I tell her I will let her know, and she then informs me that they are ready to nut him as soon as I give the word. She also tells me they have gagged the boy, so that he will not bother me as I have my fun. She winks then, and tell's me he is clean inside and out, and while he won't like it when I am mounting him she assures me that I will. It is then that I feel an eagerness that I cannot describe. I thank her then, and with a nod she leaves and I enter the room with the blond eunuch at my side. I go to the bed, and motion to Hans for him to join me there. There is a wooden plug in the boy's ass, and from the size of it I can see they are stretching his hole. They no doubt have given him an enema, and so his hole is stuffed with the plug for now and that will make it easier when it is time to mount him. They think of everything here, and they do things right. As I stare at him, with his wide eyes and look of fear, I grin. Then I remove my own clothes, and with a waive of my hand the eunuch boy does the same. It is really striking, how the two teenagers are so much alike, both blond, with bright blue eyes, and with tall lanky bodies that make my cock eager. Right now both boys have flaccid cocks, one because he has no balls, and the other because he's scared to death. I notice their cocks are almost identical in length too, and they have the look of youth about them. As we lay on the bed beside the tied up male, I pick up the Han's soft pole, and fondle it, feeling his soft skin and running my hand gently along his shaft. Of course, as a eunuch nothing happens, and his pole just stays flaccid in spite of the attention I am giving it. He stares, and smiles, but even so I cannot help but notice that there is no stirring in his loins. It's simply been too long since he lost his balls. I look at him then, and say in a whisper: "Suck me." He smiles even wider then, and slides his head down between my legs, and then I gasp as the boy takes in my pole and begins to lick it with his well-practiced tongue. I toss my head back, and savor the feeling. He's good, and I can feel his tongue as he flicks the tip of my dick. Oh yeah that feels so damn good! While I am being sucked I turn my attention to the bound teenager. I pick up the boy's cock, and while flaccid, there is a life to it that is missing in the eunuch's rod. It stiffens as soon as I begin to fondle it, and as it rises up and thickens I have the thought that it's been a very long time since I sucked a young man's rod. Since his crotch has been shaved smooth, he looks like a ten year old, although his cock is larger and his big sack is that of a young man well into puberty. I stare at his beautiful cock, and his missing pubic hair, and his root looks odd growing up like a tree in the dessert. I have the thought that I want to suck him. For some reason, knowing I'm about to mount his ass and take his virgin hole, it just seems fitting to suck the last of his living seed and to steal every drop of it from his balls. Somehow, that seems fitting indeed. Without any hesitation then I open my mouth, and bending over I take in his pole, staring at him as he stares at me, his rod down my throat and I grinning at him as I suck. His eyes are wide with disbelief, and yet his prick is rock hard then, like a piece of iron, and the end is soon slick with his anticipation. I am sucking the teenager as the eunuch sucks my own pole, and I find that I lick when I am licked and I suck when I am sucked. God it feels just so damn good! I pull my lips off his dick and then say to him: "Enjoy it boy. When you squirt, I'm going to suck you dry and then when I've got it all I'll have them nut you. If you want to stay a man, I'd hold out for a while." Then, I lean over him again and slide my mouth over his rod and go down on him all the way to his balls. His eyes are so damn wide then, and he starts to struggle, fighting the bonds that restrain him, knowing I have his cock in my mouth and he is powerless to do anything about it. As I suck on his rod and slide my lips over it, it feels oh-so-good. I fondle his sac of balls as I suck him then, and as I do I feel the eunuch as he works my own rod with an eagerness that is hard to describe. This goes on for quite some time. The teenage boy I am sucking grunts into his gag, begging me perhaps, and then he closes his eyes and tosses his head back. When he opens his eyes again he is looking at the ceiling. He is thrusting against his restraints, and he bucks his hips upward, literally shoving his cock deeper into my throat as he struggles. He grunts louder then, and his thighs tense, and then he arches his back again and his toes curl inward. I reach out with my right hand and playfully slide my finger in a circular motion around his right nipple, tweaking it, and just as I do that he grunts really loudly, and at that same instant he begins to ejaculate. His cock pulsates, and then he starts jetting his jism into my mouth, over my tongue and down my throat. I eagerly gulp it up, working my tongue over the end of his rod as he squirts his seed, and it is very obvious as I am doing that he is going wild with the feeling. Like it or not he is squirting out his load, and as I take it and taste it and drink it, it occurs to me that it is his last and final load as a man. For some reason that makes it so much sweeter. The eunuch working on my own pole is bringing me along, and as the feeling builds I push my hips and grind my shaft down his gullet. He doesnt gag but instead his well practiced throat seems to open wider, and he takes me in all the way to my balls which he tickles with his fingers as he does so. His nose is buried in my pubic hair. Suddenly, as I am still licking the teenager I plan to fuck, my cock goes super-sensitive and then I too am pumping out my load. It's a hell of a wad. I shoot it out, under pressure, and the eunuch takes it all in like an expert. I wonder how many loads he's swallowed since they took his balls? A hundred? Five hundred? It doesn't matter, and I just go with the feeling, the teenager and I both shooting out our jism, emptying our nuts and pumping out our seed. For me, it is just another orgasm, among thousands I have had and will have. But for the boy whose cock I am sucking, its a last and final feeling, his last real act of manhood and it is I that am pulling it from him. Finally, it is done, and the boy and I are both spent. I let go of the cock I have sucked dry, and pull the eunuch up to me, where I kiss him deep and taste my own wad that lingers there. He follows my lead and kisses me in return, and his hand finds my spent pole and he fingers the tip. I let my own hand slide to his pole, and then I lift his soft rod and feel it. It is still dead, like a noodle, hanging limp between his legs even after he has just sucked me off. The teenager who I have sucked sees it too, and the fear shoots through him then as he stares at the ball less crotch in front of him and realizes he is staring at his future. As he sees it, he goes crazy then, in a total panic, fighting then as he realizes that his days of feeling a hard cock are history. I am in no hurry, and so I just lay there with the eunuch and the teenage boy, and let my hands explore their bodies and make the inevitable comparison. They are so much alike! The teenager with balls has a harder body, and his belly is flat and ripped with horizontal lines. His nipples are tight and small, and his face as that squared off look of the developing adolescent. There is a wisp of a mustache on his upper lip, and the blond hairs there glisten in the light coming through the bedroom window. The eunuch on the other hand has a softer body, and there isn't a hair on his body other than what is growing on his head. He is totally smooth, and if he's been shaved that way there is no stubble from the razor. Both boys have no hair above their poles, and I like feeling that area and letting my fingers explore where their cocks are growing out of their bodies. The eunuch still has his bag, but it is empty, and as I fondle the soft folds of emptiness it seems so unimportant. Of courses, the tied down teenager's scrotum is entirely different, stuffed with his manhood and full and bulging. I heft his sac, and it is heavy, and as I am feeling his nuts and contemplating what is to come he struggles, his eyes wide and begging. He does not want to lose his balls! His prick is flat on his belly, the end slick where he has squirted his seed, and yet it is still thicker by far than the eunuchs. I let my hands roam over his body at will, and there is a power in doing so because he can not stop me. I explore his armpits, and the hairs there that were not taken, the last vestiges of his manhood that will soon be all that is left of it. I feel the fuzz on his lip, and I feel his soft pole that has squirted itself dry. I own him, in a very real way, if only for the moment. Still, it is something to savor. I let the minutes pass one after the other, enjoying him. I feel the plug in his ass, and wiggle it, and as I do his eyes go wider and he senses perhaps what is to come. He does not like it there, and no doubt he will like my cock even less. We probably lay like this for forty five minutes or so, and I enjoy it immensely as I lay beside the tied up male and spend what will be his last minutes of manhood that are left to him. Finally, I sit up, and the eunuch takes the hint. He asked me then: "Sire, are you ready to have him nutted?" As he asked that question the tied up boy struggles in a panic, his eyes wide and his head shaking back and forth, staring at me and begging. I laugh, and give the boy a pat on his belly. Then I heft his balls and wrap them in my fist, and as I do I say "Yes...I think its time to get these off of him. His plugged ass is ready, and eager even, and I am looking forward to mounting him like a woman." With my comment the tied up male goes ballistic, struggling with all of his strength as he pulls the ropes that secure him. The eunuch goes to the door, and I get off of the bed and pour a glass of wine. As I am savoring the drink, the woman comes into the room, with two big eunuchs at her side along with another man, who I immediately recognize as a cutter. He's a small time cutter, and I have not seen him in the yards before, but it was I that reviewed his license so he is not unknown to me. If I remember right he's twenty-five, plus or minus a year, and as I watch him now it is immediately obviously that he knows what he is doing and there is no doubt he will do this right. The two big eunuchs untie the teenager, and pull up and off of the bed. He's struggling hard, but they are bigger and stronger than he, and so the boy's struggles are not productive even if they are insistent. The woman tosses several large pillows onto the bed, and fluffs them up just so, and then the boy is pushed onto them, so that he is face down and his ass is perched upward, over the pile of pillows. They grab his legs then and spread them wide, very wide, and tie his ankles out to the side posts on the bed to keep them that way. Another rope goes around each knee, which pulls his thighs apart so wide that his stuffed hole is opened and some air escapes in a fart. Lastly, they have his arms tied out to the two posts on the bed, so that no matter how hard he struggles there is little he can do. I find my pole starts to grow stiff again, and the end bounces to my heartbeat as I contemplate what I will be doing. As I watch they pull the plug out of his ass, and it comes out with a pop. His stretched hole seems to wink at me, as if it is eager even, and the teenager gasps as he feels the air on his hole and knows what is in store for it. He twists around and sees my cock, up and stiff and ready, and as he spies it I see him clinch his hole closed as if to protect where I am going. I don't care. I know what he does not. Except for his balls, he is ready for me to fuck him. The cutter reaches up under him then, with a leather gutstring in his hand. The boy feels it, and turns his head even farther back, looking back then right at the cutter, straining to see what is in his hand and what he is doing to him. He looks over his shoulder at the man that is noosing him, and when he spies the leather string he screams into his gag. He grunts then, in desperation, into his gag and his eyes go even wider and are literally begging. I look at the blond eunuch then, and see he is grinning, his blue eyes sparkling with an eagerness as he watches the other boy being made ready for his unmanning. I don't know why that is, but every eunuch I've ever known enjoys watching another getting nutted, and Hans clearly is no exception. His eyes are so eager, and the grin is obvious as he watches the cutter cinch the knot closed. As the cutter snaps the leather tight, the boy getting his balls noosed grunts and bucks his hips, driving his cock into the pillows and giving the impression almost that he is fucking them. His hips go up and down, up and down, and he struggles then with a desperation that is hard to describe. Boy he does not like having his balls cinched! I enjoy looking at his bound sack and watching it swing as he thrust in and out of the pillows. His scrotum hangs down between his legs and full of the essence of his manhood, and now that we are only moments away from seeing the knife put to use I am excited in ways I cannot describe. I laugh then, as the cutter picks up a small knife, and reaches up to the side of the teenager's sac. As he does, he says: "Steady boy....hold yourself steady. If you struggle it just makes it worse, and if you stay still I'll make it quick." He is shaking his head side to side, begging, and the look on his face is one of panic. For the rest of us in the room, we are all excited, and there are a lot of smiles as we watch this being done. I do not have to wait long. The cutter pushes his little knife into the top of the boy's scrotum, just above his left ball, giving his wrist a twist then and slicing downward, opening up the side of his scrotum like a purse. He makes it look easy, and it is very obvious he has had a lot of practice. The woman laughs when the boy is cut, and as he grunts and screams into his gag her laugh increases. I can see everything. The cutter pops out the teenager's left testicle and then flicks the knife, taking it from him with the precision skill that comes from many years of practice. The boy shudders then, and screams, and then every muscle in his body is straining even harder as he fights what is happening to him. The cutter then moves his hand to the other side of the half-castrated scrotum, and sets the knife at the top, just above his right ball. It occurs to me that less than a moment separates this boy from the other blond boy who is watching. As I have that thought, I look to Hans and his empty bag. The boy being cut screams into his gag, which draws my attention back to the cutter and I can see he has pushed the knife into the teen's scrotum once again. He makes a second slit, and then pushes the boy's last ball out through it, so that it is pulsating in his hand and exposed for all of us to see. The teenager he is cutting is going crazy then, struggling with all of his might to somehow get loose and to prevent what is being done to him. The cutter then says: "OK boy....it's time. Now I'm going to turn you into a eunuch." The teenager grunts "NOOOO" into his gag, and the word is unmistakable as the cutter moves his hand. Just as he make the grunt the cutter flicks the end of the knife and the boy's body shudders, and at that precise instant it is done. I watch and the boy's asshole spasms, and you can see it winking at us in the room in rhythmic contractions, one after the other. That seems surprising to me, and I do not realize what I am seeing. The cutter turns to me, and seeing my questioning look, he says "He's shooting his wad into the pillows. It happens sometimes when I cut the teenage ones." The boy's face is red then, with the humiliation that comes with being unmanned. He's a eunuch now, and so legally I can fuck him. I think he knows it, senses it even, and a definite change has already come over him. I notice too that the fight has gone out of him and he just collapses into the pillows, his spread ass open and waiting almost as if he is begging now for it to be done. The woman takes a copper funnel, which has a pointed end about a foot in length. As we all watch, she pushes it up against his hole, and then with a twisting motion she slides it inside. The hollow end of the funnel is down inside of his rectum, and when she has it in position she pours a bottle of oil right into his ass. As she does, she says "This scented oil is warm and very slick, and I think you will find his hole much more enjoyable now that I have filled him full of lubricant." She grins then, and I grin back, and as she pulls the funnel from his hole I can see the slick fluid literally running out between his legs and down over his empty sac. At that point, no matter if he wants it or not, the castrated boy is ready for me to fuck. With that the group leaves so I can have my fun. Hans starts to go too, but I stop him, as I want him to stay and he's a part of the deal. The very idea of having two eunuchs is exciting, and I am not about to lose the opportunity. I give my cock a couple of jerks, and then as I prepare to mount the new eunuch, I say to the other one: "I want you to get on the bed Hans, on your knees, and then put your cock in his mouth, so you are facing me as I fuck him." Han's eyes go wide and his face goes white, and he does not say anything but I can see him wanting to. I say it again then, a little louder: "Get on your knees, and push your pole around in his mouth. I don't care if you are hard or soft. I just want to watch him sucking your pole when I fuck his ass." He turns to me, and then he says "Sire...please....he can't be trusted. He has not been trained, and he will bite my pole!" I look at him, and his worry makes me grin. I then slap the newly cut boy on his red ass, hard, and as I strike the area where he had been recently strapped it causes an immediate reaction and he grunts and bucks his hips from the swat. As I do that I say: "I don't think one eunuch would bite the cock of another, do you boy?" Then, looking back to Hans, I say: "Do what I tell you. I want him to suck you, and if he dares to use his teeth, then I'll have the cutter come back and take his cock. I'm betting he will want to keep it, and I'm very confident he will suck you well." Then, I lean forward, until my mouth is in the ear of the tied down teenager. I give his ear a lick, because I can, and then I say: "Hear this boy...I'm going to fuck your hole now, like a woman's pussy. And I'm going to enjoy it. While I am doing you, you will show your friend here how good a cocksucker you can be. I swear, if you dare to hurt him, then I'll personally have your cock taken off in slices, one inch at a time. Do you understand me?" He stares, and then slowly, he nods his head up and down. He understands perfectly, and he isn't stupid. Besides, with his balls gone, there is no fight in him left, and I do not think he will bite the cock of the other. Of course, it's not my cock I am betting, so I don't really care in the big scheme of things, and if he does, then he does. I want to watch the two eunuchs sucking and being sucked, and so I make it happen and I smile as I do. Hans still doesnt want to do this, but I don't care about his feelings at this point either, and so I motion for him to get into position and he reluctantly does. He takes his flaccid pole then and lifts it with his hand so that the newly cut boy can pull it through his lips. As his cock disappears into the other boy's mouth, I can see the look of trepidation on Han's face, and it makes me want to laugh. I then get on my own knees and push my own cock to the opening that is waiting for it. I am rock hard. With a single, steady push, I slide my thick rod into his oiled ass, all the way to my balls in a single push. His ass his hot, and his ring of muscle grips my pole. God he feels good! He grunts as I spear him, and then when my balls slap up against his bottom I find myself grinning. He's tight! Really tight, and yet with the oil I slide in easily enough. As I feel his hole it grips my rod, almost eagerly, and he is so tight I feeling like I am fucking a virgin girl. God he feels good! It could well perhaps be the best fuck I've ever had. I then begin to push in and out of him; in and out, pushing and pulling my cock deep into his ass. As I am doing that I am face to face with the blond haired eunuch who is having his own pole sucked, and so the two of us, both on our knees, fuck the new eunuch and fill him with our cocks. I lean my head out to the side, so I can watch Han's cock as he fucks the other eunuch's mouth, and I am surprised to see that it has stiffened and he's clearly having an erection. Perhaps the very idea of fucking the new eunuch's mouth has been enough to stiffen him? Whatever the reason, the boy whose balls have just been removed is feeling two hard cocks, at the same time, and his eyes are open and staring with disbelief. I don't think he can believe what is happening to him. Still, he sucks, and grunts as I ram my cock in and out of his ass. In and out. Slowly, I pick up the pace, and begin to fuck him harder and faster, driving my dick deep into his ass as if it was the last pussy on this earth. The expression on the eunuch's face I am staring at is one of absolute disbelief. Hans is feeling good, very good, and it is quite apparent that he has not felt anything this good in a very long time. He and I fuck then, on our knees, facing each other and each fucking a different hole. I am staring at the eunuch as he feels his cock being sucked, and I can tell that the warm mouth is bringing him feelings he had thought were lost forever. I slow my fucking, to enjoy it. Hans on the other hand increases his pace, his eyes going wide. This goes on for several moments, and then a look of absolute surprise appears on Han's face, and he gasps then, and says "Oh...OH GOD...I...I CAN'T BELIEVE IT! I'm....I'm going to cum!" Then, he throws his head back and looks at the ceiling, and then he all but yells "Oh..OH YES.......I'm CUMMING!" The boy who is being forced to suck his cock gags, and I lean sideways again then so I can see his face, and the pole that is stuffed in his mouth like a sausage. Suddenly there is clear liquid spurting out around the cock stuffed in his mouth, drooling out and dripping down his chin. Its a copious load of clear cream. As I stare at it I realize then that it is a load from Han's, sure as shit it is, and as I look at his clear load of semen spurting out of the teenagers mouth, it occurs to me that it is sterile but still it's a load non-the-less. If I hadn't seen it I would never have believed it was even possible. It's one of the hottest things I've ever seen, and as I look at it and see the clear jism it's too much for me. As I stare at the newly nutted boy spitting out the eunuch's load of sperm-less jism, my own cocks pulsates and starts to fill the teenager's hole with my own load of cream. I let my seed jet into him, splashing into his prostate, and as it does I suddenly feel his ass gripping my rod, very tightly, and then it starts to contract in spasmodic contractions. Is he cumming again? Are we all three ejaculating at the same time? I don't know, or care even. I just grab his hips and thrust into him as deep as I can, squirting my load into his guts while his virgin rectum grips my pole, and as I live the feeling I savor every second of it. After that it is done, and I feel like a thousand weights have been released off of me. It was one of the best fucks in my life, and I enjoyed every single second of it. I pull my dick out with a pop, and then I give him a firm pat on the back of his ass just to let him know I am done with him. My man goo spills out of his ass, running down his empty sack and dripping on the bed between his legs. I've shot a hell of a wad. I reach up then between his legs and feel his empty bag, touching the soft folds of flesh that are loose now, his empty bag soft and hollow where he was just unmanned. I take a last look, and then I put on my clothes to leave. They come into the room then and untie the boy I have fucked, and as they pull him from the bed I can see the spot where he has shot his wads. He's made a hell of a mess there. They literally drag him from the room, probably to another area where he will be left to heal. For him, my cock is one of many more he will have the pleasure of feeling, and his life will never be the same. Who knows? Perhaps I'll return in a month and fuck him all over again. I leave then, dropping a tip for the woman who runs the place. It has been a good night, and as I walk through the city and savor this area where the boys can be had, I feel the need for a drink and decide to have one before I go home. There are many brothels and bars to choose from, and I have so many options that it is hard to decide. Finally, I choose the "Gelding House" as it's called, which is one of the crazier bars and a good place to go if you want to watch a show. I don't normally frequent the place, but of all the brothels its the busiest and it has the widest selection of boys by far. I'm of course not in the mood to fuck another one, but the bar is interesting and so it is there that I go. As soon as I enter through the two swinging doors, I am met with loud music and the din of smoke. The place is packed with men, many just there to share a drink and watch the action that is the places trademark. Most are there for more than that however, and getting a blow or mounting a hole is all here just for the asking. If you want it, it can be found. As for me, I'm there for a drink and not much else, and so I do not sit by the stage but instead go to the bar. On the stage, there are thirty to forty boys, from preteen youngsters to males in their twenties. The vast majority by far however are older teenagers, with most sixteen or seventeen and ripe for fucking. They have all been neutered, and they are all legal and willing. Each boy is dressed identically, and they where nothing but the shortest of shorts, snow white, and designed to cup their genitals. Other than that they wear no clothes, and they dance on stage, like eye candy, gyrating their hips and thrusting the air, as if they were fucking it. The crowd is watching, leering at them really, and yet the boys dance on, gyrating their hips and working the crowd. I order a beer, and two teenage boys come up to me, each dressed in the same white pair of shorts. Like the others they are both eunuchs, ready to spread their legs if I will only ask. As they come up to me, asking if I'd like to buy them a drink, I waive them off. These two are young, thirteen or fourteen at the most, and it is obvious they are seeking a fuck. The way it works here is simple. Find your boy, and pay the bar tab that he earns, and then rent a room and take him there and fuck him hard. There are lots of boys. If I had not just fucked my balls dry I'd be interested, but instead I just sip my drink and watch and listen to the band. Each boy on the stage has a number pinned to the white shorts he wears, and you can order any one of them as easily as you can order a drink. "Give me a beer, and number sixteen" I hear the man next to me call out. A few minutes later he is sipping his beer while this seventeen or eighteen year old teenager is standing in front of him, his hanging dick outlined in the thin material of his white shorts. The boy is ready to be fucked, and the man and the boy leave for a room a few minutes later. A bell on the bar rings, and everyone turns as a man signs a log. I have no idea what is going on, but there is a big roulette wheel, spinning and spinning, with all of the slots painted green. The bar tender laughs, and then tosses the ball, and suddenly it is going around and around and around. The man standing there is looking intently. I pick up a flash of red in the sea of green, and as I watch the roulette wheel and the ball going around the edge, I have no idea what I am watching. "What is the game?" I asked. The man seated next to me, also watching, says "Its a trademark of the Gelding House. There are 99 green slots, with a red hole over the double zero. If the ball drops on the double zero, then you lose your balls. If it drops on green, then your drink is free." Just as he says that the ball slows down to the point is starts to bounce, hitting the holes and bouncing as the big wheel spins. It finally drops into a green hole, and the man grins and the bar tender smiles. The man's glass is filled for nothing, and the music picks up again and everything goes back to what it was. I stare at the wheel, my heart pounding. God...who would bet his balls for a drink? Of course, with the odds 100:1 the odds of losing are thin, but still, who would take such a chance? I stare at the big man who is drinking for free, and can only wonder at his stupidity. God I am suddenly hungry, and so I order a plate of fried balls to tide me over as I sip my beer. It's on the menu, and I have no doubt after what I have seen that they are fresh. After I order I look around, and in the back corner of the bar I see one of the boys I had talked to earlier now sucking off a patron, working his dick with his mouth. The man is sitting and watching the other boys dance, sipping his own beer as he is being blown, and I can tell he is in heaven and could care less who is watching. This place has more boys working than anywhere else in the city, and for variety it can't be beat. They are all available for a price and willing to do anything that you can think of doing. Its a wild place, and the action is hot and the men are horny. The place is called the Gelding House for a reason of course. Every night, true to its name, they bring in a new boy, fresh from the pens, and geld him for the crowd. I am there just as it happens, and so while I am sipping my beer the music slowly dies away, and as things quite down a man comes out onto the stage. Then, holding his hand up until silence arises, he says these words: "Welcome to the Gelding House....WELCOME to all of you! Tonight's young stallion comes to us from the Eastern Province, and he's sixteen years old. He's of Slavic decent, and he has a six inch dick, with man-sized balls, and he's very proud of them. Tonight, he will be gelded here in front of you, and then afterwards, one of you will win him for the night." No wonder this bar is packed! As he says that I see a few of the boys walking around the place with tickets to sell, and the crowd is eager and many in the room are buying them. God. About this time my plate of fried balls arrives, and they give me a complimentary ticket with the meal, and so I am in the running along with everyone else even if I don't really wish to be. Of course, I'm not sure what I would do if I won him. I am not close to the stage, but I turn to watch anyway. They bring out the boy, and the crowd goes wild. There is a rail in the front of the stage that the dancing boys had been hanging onto a few minutes before, and it is over it that they tie the boy. He's wearing the same white pants as the others, except that his bulge is full and the pouch of his shorts is stuffed with his balls. His hands are bound together in front of him and stretched to a ring in the floor, and his two legs are tied apart to vertical posts that support the rail. As soon as all of the tickets have been sold to anyone that wants one, they jerk off the boy's white pants and we all get a look at his balls. He's got a nice set of nuts, and I notice his balls are covered with hair. They hang under his ass, and as I look at them I can see a ring of leather where they have noosed him already. He's been tied facing away from us, so that we can see the castration when it is done, although I would have preferred to watch his face when his nuts are taken. A woman cutter walks out then, waving her hands and grinning. She works the crowd, tossing the boy's hair and laughing at what she will do to him. I can see the boy fighting, and his muscles in his ass are tight and straining. It surprises met that his balls are already noosed, but the tight band of leather at the top of his sac is clearly there and there is no mistaking it. From the darker color of his balls it's been in place for a few minutes already, and they must have noosed him before he was brought out on stage. Then, as we all watch, the cutter pulls her knife, a mean looking hooked blade that glistens in the light. She walks up between his legs, and grabs his rod and strokes it until he's got an erection. His cock is young, typical for a teenager of his age, and yet soon he's as hard as an iron rod. She milks him for several minutes, to the crowd's obvious enjoyment. Then, when the end of the boy's pole is slick and a bead of clear fluid is anointing the tip of his pole, she drops his rod and hooks the blade just below the tie. The gagged boy is struggling, but the place is so noisy that I cannot hear anything he is trying to say. The band strikes up a drum roll, and the crowd goes into a frenzy. Then, in a flash of steel that takes less than a second, she pulls the hooked blade and his balls come off in her hand. Just as he's castrated the Slavic boy spurts a big load onto the stage, in white lines of cum, which gets a huge laugh from the crowd. The woman holds up his balls, high, showing everyone the severed sac from the teenager who is still shooting his sperm. There is a chant then, that begins slowly but soon is thundering. "GELDING HOUSE....GELDING HOUSE... GELDING HOUSE... GELDING HOUSE... GELDING HOUSE..." "Two - Five - One" yells the announcer, and I look to my ticket and see I have lost. Someone yells, and the crowd roars, and then as I look this fat man holds his ticket high, waiving it, obviously eager to fuck the boy whose just been cut. They pull down the boy, and drag him off the stage, and the fat man follows grinning from ear to ear. The band picks up the music again and everyone soon is ordering another round, and once again the stage fills with gyrating boys that can be rented. Its a busy night, very busy, and it is then that I realize that it took less than five minutes to geld the lad. The place is packed, and everyone seems to be having a good time. I order a second beer. When I do I get two more boys again. These lads are older, and one has striking red hair. God he would be fun to fuck! I stare at him, and he knows I am interested. "How old are you boy?" I asked. "Nineteen sir" he says. Then, with a big smile he ads "Would you buy me a drink? I can talk if you do." I nod, and the bar tender pours the boy a glass of sugared water, and the other boy disappears. The boy's drink is six degos, and he drinks it fairly quickly, obviously to make me buy him another. It's a system of course, and he's a working lad, who knows his job is to pull in the money and I can see he's good at what he does. "So...you seem bright and talented. I bet you know what you are doing." I say. He laughs. Then he says: "I can bring you great pleasure sir, and you can have me all night if you desire it. I'm worth twice what they charge!" He grins then, wide, and licks his lips and my pole stirs. But I have already fucked, and had my cock sucked, and so even though I am interested I do not spend the money. Soon, when I do not buy him another glass, the boy is off, working the crowd and seeking another man to pay his fees. I wonder when he was gelded, and how long he has been doing what he does. I guess I'll never know. I am thinking it is time to go when I hear the bell ring again, and look to the wheel just in time to see another patron betting his balls. I can't believe it. He's my age, a big man really, and he needs a shave. I can see he's already had several drinks, and his eyes are glassed. I see the ring of gold on his finger. He's married for God's sake! I lean over then to him and say "What are you doing man? Your balls are worth more than a drink!" He laughs, and looks to me and says: "I'm not going to lose! Look at the odds! Hardly anyone loses, and who can pass up a free drink? NOT ME!!!!!" I shake my head in disbelief, and then watch as the married man makes the bet and the iron ball is tossed. God. GOD! It goes again, around and around and around, and they have paused the music so that everyone is watching. No wonder they call this place the Gelding House! I stare at the man who has bet his balls, and my heart pounds. He's a fool! An idiot! Still, I watch, fascinated, and I sense the thrill of it all. He's bet his balls! HE'S BET HIS BALLS! He's a strong powerful man, and yet he's a fool. Still, the question we are all thinking lingers. Will he loose? As the ball is spinning the bar tender pulls down and empty glass and sets it beside the big roulette wheel, ready to pour the man his free drink when the balls stops. Everyone is watching, and then slowly the big iron ball slows down and starts to bounce around the holes in the wheel, green...green...green. It's all green, or so it seems.... and then, OH GOD...OH THEN I SEE IT AND ITS LANDED ON THE DOUBLE ZERO AND THE MAN HAS LOST! The crowd goes wild, and the man stares, in disbelief, shocked really! The bartender grins, and then he says "BUMMER DUDE!" The big man backs away from the wheel, his face white and he suddenly and completely sober. He turns, perhaps to leave, but two bouncers have grabbed him by the arms and are pulling him towards the stage. Everyone is laughing, chanting really, and he fights them all as he struggles. He punches one of the bouncers hard in the jaw, and I think for a second that he may well save himself. But then two more men pitch in to help, and the four are more than the man can fight. He's pulled right up onto the stage then, and the dancing boys have moved off again, taking a break as the big man is prepared for his gelding. "I'M MARRIED! PLEASE! PLEASE! NOT MY BALLS! I'M NOT A SLAVE! PLEASE...DON'T DO THIS! I'VE GOT A FAMILY MAN! PLEASEEEE!" he screams. They do not tie him over the rail, but instead they tie his arms behind his back and hold him steady. Then they shove him to the rail, in front of it, and tie his two ankles to the bottom of the two upright posts. Then, pulling him backwards, and holding him by his bound arms, he is half standing half leaning back over the rail. His ass rests right on the rail, and the way they are holding him it juts his hips out, toward the audience and to where we are sitting. We can see everything. The man is screaming out his protests, but they ignore him and clearly are moving forward with a purpose. As we all watch they unbuckle his belt and slide his pants down to his thighs, exposing his cock which has shrunk from fear. Everyone is watching, and the crowd is laughing and the bartender is busy trying to keep the drinks flowing. Its a hell of a scene! The man's balls are hanging, hanging down like a bull's balls hang, and they are a huge set and are a hell of a pair. The female cutter comes out then, and when the man sees her he starts to struggle with a wild desperation. I can see every muscle in is powerful legs straining against the ropes that pull them apart. The two big bouncers grip his arms tight, and when he fights too hard they pull him backwards even farther. There is nothing he can do, and as he faces us we can see his face, and his pole and his balls that he bet. It's all there, for us to see, and we watch with an eagerness then that is hard to describe. The cutter is grinning, and as we watch she takes a tie and nooses his balls near the top of his bag. She makes it look easy, and even though his big bullocks are swinging from his struggles, she has no trouble noosing them. She ties them tight. He's screaming in disbelief really, the realization of what he had done still shocking him to the core. She holds up her hand then, and the crowd quiets, and then she asks: "What do you think? Should we milk the married man first, or just nut him?" The crowd starts to chant: "MILK HIM... MILK HIM... MILK HIM" and even I find my self chanting too. I swallow my beer, and order another one. This place is something else! The woman grasps his pole, which is small and not much more than a knob. He's really scared, and yet as she grabs him and starts to work his rod it begins to grow, and soon enough he's hard and stiff and even eager. He's got a thick, six inch cock, and as I stare it occurs to me his prick has brought him much enjoyment over the years since he was a boy. Of course, those days for him are over. The man knows it too, and begs her as she jacks his pole, begging to be untied and to be allowed to leave. But she ignores him and milks his pole, and soon enough his eyes go wide and then, with all of us watching, he squirts out his load of goo. His cream shoots in droplets, pulsating in her hand and splattering on the floor. He grunts as he cums, and as he pumps out his final load of seed you can see the desperation that fills him. The cutter doesnt linger or wait, and it is obvious the bar is eager to get the music playing again and the boys dancing so that more money can be made. She doesn't fool around, and as soon as his cock has squirted dry and his balls are empty, she takes the curved knife and lays it up under the tie. He shakes his head and looks down, just in time to see her make the pull and to take his balls. He shudders, and his eyes go wide with disbelief, and he screams a loud, piercing scream that is something primal, almost animal like as he is unmanned. After that he collapses, like the wind leaves the sail, and it is done and his castration is complete. He lays like a rag doll then, and as they drag him off the stage and the music starts, it occurs to me that things for him have taken a drastic change. His wife will no doubt disown him, or at least she will be running things, and if he has sons they will no longer listen to him He's been neutered, and anything he owned is now owned by another. He is now a nothing, and yet he made the bet and took the risk. I shake my head then, and decide to leave, the three beers buzzing in my head. When I get the bill I am stunned. It is more than I had thought it would be, and when I look in my purse I am six degos short. I stare, and then I apologize, and tell the bartender that I will have to come back to make it good. He looks at me, and waives to one of the bouncers. I try and stay calm, and explain that its just a simple mistake and I had thought I had more coins. The bouncer then takes my purse from my hand and looks into it, and then says "You are one drink short. We don't take credit either and we don't like cheaters." I am so humiliated I don't know what to do. I've never been unable to pay for anything, and this is extremely embarrassing for me. The bartender says in a helpful voice: "Perhaps a free drink would take care of things?" I am not thinking, and when I hear the offer for a free drink I nod my head and thank him for helping me. But the bar tender doesnt pour me a glass, but instead he rings the bell and takes the iron ball and puts it in motion. God! NO! WAIT! THAT'S NOT WHAT I MEANT! I stare, my heart pounding, everyone staring at me and the wheel and the ball going round and round and round. What the fuck have I done? I Have I bet my balls? I HAVE!!! NO! I stand up then, to leave, even as the ball goes around and around, flashing GREEN GREEN GREEN as it does. I do not want to be dragged to the rail! I do not want to feel the knife or to lose my balls! I have plenty of money! Plenty! I just don't have it here! I see the ball....see the iron ball and it bounces GREEN-GREEN-GREEN...bouncing toward the RED SPOT COMING ITS WAY! This can't be happening, but it is, and I watch and suddenly I can see the knife, see the tie and hear the laughter as they take my balls. OH GOD NO! NO!!! Is the cutter going to milk me first until I squirt? What will my wife say? What will she do? Will my young son have me strapped when I do not do his bidding? Will they laugh when I pump my seed out in lines on the floor? A thousand thoughts go through my head in the instant between hope and loss, between GREEN and RED and between manhood and nothing. I feel light headed, and then I'm falling, collapsing, fainting dead away as the blood leaves my head and I hit the floor with and everything goes black. A few minutes later I hear the noise again, and there is a roar of laughter. For a second I do not even know where I am. Have I been castrated? Finally, I blink my eyes, and when I look around I am still in the bar, and everyone is staring at me. My arms are being held, and for a second I know they are pulling me from the rail where they have taken my balls. As I blink my eyes again I stare at the bouncers that are holding me, steadying me, and I try to stand but I am wobbly as hell. Then, in a move that surprises me, the two bouncers let me go, and when they do I reach down in a panic and grab my crotch. When I do and see my pants, everyone laughs. I'VE STILL GOT MY BALLS! Oh...I just fainted! I look to the wheel then and I see the iron ball and it is resting on GREEN, one spot next to the red double zero. What the fuck? Oh GOD....IT'S GREEN! GREEN!!!!! I've survived it as a man! Wow. WOW! I've bet my balls and won my drink and my bill is paid! Oh shit that was so fucking stupid! But I survived it! Oh JOY! OH LOVE! Oh what a rush! What a fucking rush! I leave then, my heart pounding in my chest as I still feel the fear and the adrenaline that filled my soul. I've had a night of fucking, and I've spent my money and I've bet my balls. God...did I really bet my balls? I did. OH GOD I DID. WOULDN'T YOU? [Authors note: Adult fiction. ©Copyright December, 2004. All rights reserved. Not to be copied without the consent of the author. All comments appreciated. 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