Ayzintion City--The Cutting Festival

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 doesn’t 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.

They call it the “Cutting Festival.” It occurs only when the bright star with the four lights aligns itself with the one with rings, and then only when the fast dot of red we call Mars passes between the two. It does not happen very often. I don’t know the history, but I do know that it has been a tradition of the city from before my father’s father was born and goes back long before even that. The last cutting festival occurred when I was just nine years old, and I don’t remember much of it. Now, at nineteen, I am awed by what is going on and I am just thankful that this time I am old enough to be a part of it. It occurs over a weekend, and the slave trading intensifies to a level that is just not imaginable. The traders bring the slaves in from all of the provinces, and from the land beyond them, converging on the city where the slaves are then sold by the thousands. Because of the huge influx of the slaves, the markets are saturated and the prices drop to ridiculously low levels, which in turn brings the crowds. Not counting the slaves, the population of the city more than quadruples during the festival, and there are literally thousands of buyers from all over the world that will take time to make the trip to the city. The inns are full, and there are tents set up to accommodate the overflow. The low prices bring many, and the party atmosphere and the shows and the fun and the food bring the others. You would think the bidding would get high, but it doesn’t. I guess it is because it’s all done in the spirit of the festival, and so the traders don’t care and the money is not what is important. It’s a celebration, and like many celebrations, the atmosphere is ripe with excitement and there are adventures to participate in and sites to behold that can overwhelm the senses. There is lots of stuff being sold, and everywhere the prices are reasonable. There are street vendors and hawkers and booths selling all kinds of souvenirs, and there are drinks and wine and beer at prices that are way beyond low. It is against the law in the city to price gouge during the festival, and the enforcers are out checking and everyone seems to stay in line. I love looking at everything that is being sold. But it is the sale of human flesh that is at the heart of the city, and it is from that sale that the festival is even held at all. Of all the special deals and the cheap prices, it is the prices of the slaves that are just so unbelievable. This morning I have seen slaves selling for less than 10,000 degos, which is a fourth or at least a third of what they will typically be sold for at normal times. These are good slaves too, with strong young bodies that are ripe and firm and oh-so-perfect. There are slaves for the fields and for the harems and for the bedrooms of the wealthy. Yes, all kinds of slaves, and all ages and all body types. Of course, the thing that marks the festival is the dancing and the food and the games and the slaves. It’s like a party of sorts, with all the city turning out and people coming from everywhere to be here and to have the experience. The other thing that makes it special of course is the cuttings, as they are all done for nothing and it is at the heart of the festival. I guess that much is probably obvious, I mean, they do call it the “Cutting Festival,” and it is certainly true that the cuttings go on non-stop throughout the three days. In fact, there are buckets of severed balls everywhere. When you combine the large influx of slaves on the market, and then add the cuttings for free, the market explodes and everyone who is anyone will come to buy or to sell. By the time the three days of the festival are over, more than 15,000 slaves will have been sold, and of those, more than 90% will be nutted. It’s amazing to see it happen, and the licensed cutters are busy morning through night. The scrotum buckets are filled to overflowing, and the young boys can be seen carting the buckets out of the slave yard day and night. I love the food too! There are mounds of fried testicles that can be had for next to nothing and depending on the stand the seasonings are as varied as are the size of the balls being sold. It is fun to wander around and taste the food, and to dance to the music with the many women that are willing. There is so much to do during the festival. For me personally, I love to wonder through the slave yards, and to watch the auctions and the cuttings that follow them.

Over there, next to the troupe of musicians are several of the women that can be had for a price. It is tempting. I love their bright colored dresses, and the tightness of their halters that makes their tits stand out. I feel my own prick stir in my pants as I glance at the blond, staring at me, and I can feel the need to empty my balls and pump out my seed. It’s been a while. I know it would feel good, and I am anxious. I ask. She wants 800 degos for a fuck, 500 degos for a simple blow. It would feel good and I do not have a lot of experience and I am tempted. Still, I decide to wait on that, and so instead grab a plate of balls and savor the flavor of the meat. I like them; they are hot and deep friend and are tender, and this stand has spiced them perfectly. Its fun to chew them, thinking of the men that only just a little while ago carried them, knowing as I eat them that I am eating their manhood. Ah, they are just slaves, and I do not care, and from the pile coming out of the fryer I can see that things have been busy in the pens. I enjoy my plate, and chew on some asparagus that is served with the meal. As I watch, I see two more full buckets arrive. The boys take the big buckets out of their wagon and dump the scrotums on the big table that forms the heart of the make-shift outdoor kitchen. The mound of tied balls is huge and high. I guess there must be 500 scrotums, bulging with their load of testicles, just from the two buckets alone. It’s hard to say, but the boys working the kitchen attack them immediately, cutting off the leather tie at the top of the sacks and then squeezing out the fresh balls inside. They trim the cords then, if necessary, and roll them in flour before dropping them into the hot sizzling oil to be fried. Yes, lots of balls. More balls than you can imagine even. And they taste so good. There is line of people now waiting to taste them, and the prices are fair and the drinks are flowing and cheap. I like this little stand, but I can see more than a dozen surrounding the square, and they are all serving the testicles cooked one way or the other. Some are using grills and the hardwood fire, while most are frying them like the stand that I have chosen. It is obvious from the crowds that are eating that it is a popular dish. I finish up my plate and head to the auction area taking my beer with me. There is just so much to see!

As I’m walking toward the slave yard I see a game of chance, a carnival game being played with slaves. Its funny, and I pause to watch. There are four boys tied over a rail, with their pants pulled down to their ankles. They are tied with their legs spread and their left arm secured behind their backs, but their right arm is free. As I watch, their asses are being spanked, hard, whipped with a flexible board that is literally paddling each of their asses until they are turning bright red. In the meantime, I can see the boys jerking their dicks, masturbating themselves as fast as they can. I finally figure it out....the only way to stop their paddling is to shoot their wads, so they are almost desperate to ejaculate and so they jerk themselves in front of the crowd. Wow. What must it feel like to jerk yourself off while everyone is watching you do it? How humiliating! Everyone watching is laughing, and the boys’ arms fly on their dicks and even I start to giggle. One boy, in the middle, is striking, with bright red hair and a beautiful ass that just catches your attention. His cock is huge, and his balls swing as he moves his fist like a piston. He looks to be about 18, or perhaps 19, and he is masturbating himself like he is desperate to do it, his eyes glassed over as he works hard to cum for the crowd. Finally, as I watch, he shoots his wad, grunting out a huge load and milking himself dry as the crowd watches and laughs. Its funny, to watch a teenager that desperate to cum, but I guess he was desperate to save his ass from that paddle and I’ve never seen anyone work so hard to do it. I laugh harder, shaking my head, as I look at his bright red ass and his goo drooling out of his cock. With that, I move on down the street as a band of singers fills the night.

WoW! I’ve never seen so many slaves! They are lined up in huge sections, and they are being sold so fast it’s hard to follow. There is a young blond teenager on the stage now....his balls are hanging and his prick is semi-stiff, jutting out from his pubic hair and visible to everyone. The guy making the sale jerks on the boy’s cock a few strokes, to stiffen it up perhaps and increase the price, and then he turns him around and has him bend over, to display his virgin ass to the crowd. He is so young...I guess perhaps 15 or 16 at the most. Then, he’s standing up again, this time with his prick hard and stiff and eager, and after that he’s sold almost immediately to a fat man whose eyes sparkle with desire. As they pull him off the stage I can see he’s being moved to the cutting area. I think of the boy’s balls, hanging down loose and long, and as I see them swing I savor the taste still in my mouth. As I watch him and his swinging balls, I know they are heading for the bucket and then from there on to one of the little sidewalk restaurants in the square. There are five platforms of slaves all being sold at once, and even as I am watching the bidding and the examinations being conducted I am aware of several hundred more being brought into the yards. God! There must be 5000 slaves tied about, waiting for their turn at the auction block and then for whatever is to follow. They are all naked, and as I look at them I cannot help myself looking at their crotches, their balls hanging down and just waiting to be taken. My eyes catch two brothers. They are identical, and obviously twins. The blond hair of the boys is striking, and their matching blue eyes that are darting around nervously watching everything seem so intense that they are mesmerizing. There cocks are thin, but long, and have been stroked to make them stiff and eager. They are next, and I lean to watch. Soon the bidding commences, and I can see they are being sold together. I like the boys. They seem to be about eighteen, and their smooth chests and flat stomachs are the perfect form for the adolescent teenager. Both of their pricks glisten, the ends oozing with fluid from some unknown desire. I only wish I had the money, but I’ve only got about 1,000 degos and while it’s a good sum its not enough to buy a slave, even during the festival. Still, I wish I could. But alas, I watch instead, and soon they are sold, going for the low price of 19000 Degos for the pair. That’s so hard to believe! They might have gone higher, but the auctioneer cut off the bidding, and moved them off the stage to make room for the next. Normally they would have been 40,000 each, and if the owner wanted them cut he would have had to pay an additional 20 to 30,000. It is hard to believe the prices during the festival! I look at the man that made the purchase. He is even fatter than the last buyer, with a belly that is bulging out and a neck that is thick and gross. I look at the boys, and almost laugh as I think of what is to come for them. The boys’ wrists are tied in front of them, and they are being led down the back ally now and to the area where the cuttings are done. I decide to follow and watch it happen.

As I enter the cutting area I am unprepared for the size of the yard. I mean, there are slaves everywhere, with their wrists bound and their legs tied. Some are being dragged over a rail as I watch, their wrists one by one being attached to pegs in the ground. The twins are in that group, tied side-by-side in the middle, their ankles attached beneath the rail and their legs spread in an inverted V, apart and exposing their balls and their holes. It doest take long, and soon there are twenty boys tied side by side, running the entire length of the rail, each naked and exposed and waiting to lose his balls. They do not go easily, and yet with the number of guards around their struggles make little difference. Then some young teenagers follow behind the line, taking the leather cords and tying the balls of the slaves that are to be castrated. They have been doing this all day and are good at it, and they just go down the row. As they stop behind each slave they pause, then grab the sack of the boy and pull it down hard. Looping the leather tie around it, they jerk the ends, and the knot snaps closed. They do it again, putting a second tie below the first, and then they pat the male on his ass like one would pat a horse, and then they move down the line to the next. Soon, the entire row of boys is struggling, their double-tied balls swinging in the wind and waiting for the knife to take them. There is music playing nearby and even some singing, and everyone around them is laughing and smiling and even sipping on their beer. The boys themselves struggle like there is no tomorrow, but it doesn’t make any difference and the crowd seems to enjoy it. Along the wall of the building the line goes out of sight, the slaves stacked up and waiting their turn for their own nutting to come. You can see the fear in their eyes, and yet there is nothing they can do but wait for it to happen. On the line the males are almost humping the rail, as they feel the constriction in their balls and know the end is near.

Finally, I see the cutter. I believe his name is Joshua. He’s a young one, very young and I think at one time he was the youngest cutter ever to begin the trade. He’s well practiced now, and as I see him his confidence is sure and he goes to the fist male in the line. There is no hesitation, no buildup, as there are too many slaves waiting to be cut and there is no end in site. One of the younger teens, helping the cutter, stuffs a rag in the boy’s mouth and then, holding it in place, he jerks the slaves head up so that the slave is forced to face the crowd. I look right into his eyes, and they are wide with fear. Then the cutter grabs the boys tied sack, and as I watch he hooks his knife between the two ties that have trapped his balls and cut the blood off from his body. The boy stiffens as he feels the blade, and then in an instant the cutter’s hand pulls the knife through them, and in that instant the boys balls come free as he jerks his hips and screams into the rag. I see him ejaculate then, his seed pulsing from his stiff cock and literally splashing into the puddle below him. I hadn’t noticed it until then. Below every male in the line is a puddle, and each of them is probably several feet in diameter and at least one-half inch deep. They are puddles of semen, the spent seed from the slaves that have spurted before the group that is being castrated now. I’m amazed. Each puddle is huge really, and its obvious that it has taken many men to pump out their wads to make such pools. As I watch Joshua take the slave’s balls, the boy grunts out his load and adds it to the puddle. Finally, he collapses, spent and exhausted and unmanned, and with a flip of his wrist the cutter drops the tied scrotum that is no longer the boy’s into one of the buckets. Without hesitating, he moves to the next boy in the line, and repeats the process. The rag is inserted into the slave’s mouth, and his head is held up to face the crowd. Again the knife takes the balls, and again the boy shoots his load. Balls and load. Balls and load. He moves down the line, taking the manhood from each slave, one after the other, and each time he does it the boy shoots his wad, his hips humping the rail as he spews out the last of his seed. When he comes to the first of the twins I feel my own dick stir. I look at the crowd and I see the fat man, the man who now owns the twins. He is licking his lips, and I can see that his pants are bulging outward with his desire.

Then the rag is in the first of the blonds’ mouths, and he struggles and fights and jerks as his head is held up to face me. I smile at him, and he locks his eyes with mine. I wink at him, just because I feel giddy, and as I wink the cutter jerks the knife and he shoots his load. It comes in a white rope of cum, shooting out of his dick with a vengeance, and then it is splashing into the pool underneath him and he grunts as it happens. Finally, he is empty, and I see him close his eyes and the tears are flowing. His brother is next, and he is struggling hard, pulling on his bonds and trying desperately to draw his legs together. In goes the rag. The knife, quick, around his sac. His eyes go wide, and his owner laughs. He bucks his hips, and then, with a shudder, I can see the semen start to shoot, even before the knife makes its pull. He’s moving his ass, up and down with his shot, giving the impression he is literally fucking the rail he is tied over it. His wad splashes into his own pool below him, the site just so unbelievable. He suddenly screams into his gag, and I can see the knife has moved and in that instant his balls are in the hands of the cutter and are no longer attached to the boy that owned them. After that, they too are in the scrotum bucket, and the cutter is moving on down the line to do the next boy whose balls are begging to be taken. I glance back at the fat owner, and he is staring, open mouthed at his own crotch, and I see why. His pants are stained with his load, a pronounced wet stain and it is obvious he has shot his own wad right through the fabric of his pants. I guess the vision of his two purchases losing their balls was just too much for him. I shake my head, amazed, and then finishing my beer I move out of the crowd and to the other side of the cutting yard, where another large crowd has gathered.

I recognize her immediately. The Tricutter. She is a big woman, and her giant tits are stuffed in the leather halter she wears and she has that big, toothy grin that has helped to make her famous. She too is using the rail today. It’s faster than the tables, and the tables are in use by others. She is doing them ten at a time, and there must be 1000 waiting to be nutted. The crowd roars as she finishes nutting the slave in the middle of the line, and I see him collapse as she removes his sac. I try and edge my way in closer, but the view is blocked by the heads in front of me. There, a gap, and I see a young teenager, about fourteen or fifteen I guess, him with wide eyes and with his legs spread. I can see someone has tied his sac, and the Tricutter is reaching for it as I watch. She is not hurrying. Instead, she fondles his ass, moving her hand over it, up along the edge of his crack, and she even lingers over his hole. I watch her slide her finger in and then out of his ass, and he grunts as she does it. The boy is jerking hard against his bonds. She leans forward then, and whispers in his ear, and I can only guess at what she says. Then, as we all watch, she grabs the boy’s prick and starts to milk him, gripping his dick and jerking his foreskin up and down his shaft, faster and faster. Soon, her hand is flying and the young boy arches his back and then, with his head looking up, his neck arched back as well, he explodes and ejaculates the essence of his manhood. Like the other line I had witnessed, there is a pool of fluid below each male, and as the boy shoots his wad it splashes into the puddle beneath him. I wonder how many males have ejaculated to make it? As the boy shoots the Tricutter lets his cock go, and then takes his balls in her hand instead. He goes wild as he feels her holding them, and then, without any other hesitation, she pushes her knife into his sack and rotates her wrist as she opens it up. She is an expert, and pops his left ball out of the slit she has made. Then, with the tip of the knife, she pops it off. He jerks and grunts as she cuts the cord and takes his ball, and an additional spurt of semen shoots from his dick as it happens. Then she moves to the other side of his scrotum, and slides the knife into his sack with another twist of her wrist, filleting it open. At the same time she pushes with her hand and squeezes his scrotum, and his right balls pops free and out the slit she has cut. In an instant she cuts it clean off, and then taking his two separated orbs she drops them into the waiting bucket. The bucket is three fourths full, with nothing but the orbs of skinned testicles, already out of their sac and ready for frying. Finally, she grabs the loose skin of his empty scrotum and pulls down on it...stretching it, before she hooks her knife around the sack and cuts it off with a clean sweep of her knife. With each of the three cuts the crowd roars. Afterward, she moves to the next slave in the line, the remains of the young teen left hanging, unmoving, over the rail. A helper comes up and lays a glowing rod against the dot where the tied scrotum had been hanging for the years the boy owned it, and with a wisp of smoke I can see the blood is staunched and the little wound closed.

I start to leave, but have to watch her do the next slave in the line. He is my age, and his hair is dark. His ass looks like my own ass, and I can see his balls are firm and hard, bulging in his sack as he bobs up and down, struggling to prevent the unstoppable. She feels his ass, cups his balls and then lets her hand go to his butt, caressing it. The male is hard, rock hard, the woman’s touch so hot that his prick is oozing fluid from its tip, even with his castration pending. She grabs his prick, and he says “OH GOD” and then as soon as she starts to pump him he shoots his wad into the dirt beneath him adding to the puddle. As I watch his semen shoot like a rope of white it splashes into the pool and literally makes a wave on the surface. As soon as he starts his wad she lets him go, and then begins his unmanning. He screams “OH GOD..” again and then “NO!!!!!!” as she pushes her razor sharp knife into the sac that holds his balls. With a curve of her wrist she just opens his sac, and his balls are then in her hand, exposed and attached only by their cords. It happens so fast it is hard to follow, but then his ball is taken and she is going for the other. Someone’s head gets in the way and I cannot see, but I hear him scream “OH GODDDDDDDDDDD” again and then “URGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG” as she finishes his nutting. I get another glimpse, and his sac is gone and he is as smooth on his crotch below his cock as human being can be. He bucks him hips then, and I see a long thin line of cum drool out of his dick, hanging down, slowly drooling all the way down out of his castrated cock until it touches the pool of semen below him. Wow. I leave him then, and move outside to breath the air.

I move along the street, not sure of what to do...the intensity of the night so much its hard to take it all in. I smell something wonderful, and look over and a vender is cooking something over charcoaled wood. I look closer, and there are about a dozen scrotums laying on the coals, the top of the sacs still tied with the leather cords. They are roasting on the coals, and the man who is cooking them is basting them with butter and spices. They smell good, and I am tempted. I decide to pass, my prick is so hard in my pants and I know it is not food that it seeks.

“Hey man, how about some relief for you?” I glance over where the words came from, and there is a lady and my prick stirs as I see her. Then she says: “Come, fuck a virgin ass and you can take his balls! It’s only $500 degos....and you can nut him yourself!”

I shake my head, but I’m intrigued and she knows it. I look hard at the woman who is talking. I am confused, and she looks sexy and I see her tits and I am attracted to her. What are you saying woman?” I ask.

She answers: “Just 500 degos senior...just 500 and you can relieve that hard prick and cut a slave after you do.”

My heart pounds. I mean, ME, to cut a slave?!?! I am not a licensed cutter, and yet, it is an offer I cannot refuse. I’ve always dreamed of taking a man’s balls, and now it’s my chance and I cannot turn it down. I look around, and there is nobody watching me, and I do not think I will get into trouble. I open my wallet, and give her the money. She puts it into her cleavage, and then motions to the side of the ally and that’s where I go, entering a tent. There is a teenage boy there, waiting for me, and beside him spread out before me is a slave. The slave is fat, and old, and I figure him to be in his forties. His legs are spread wide and open, and he is tied down with his ass up, spread over a wooden barrel that has been placed in the middle of a bed. He cannot move, his arms and legs are tied to the four corners. I am confused, and when I look at him I see his hole and the hair that surrounds it. The boy smiles at me. His eyes are so deep and so brown they seem to penetrate to my soul. Then he says: “There. His ass needs to be fucked and you need the relief. After you fuck him, then you can take his balls.”

I hesitate. I’ve never fucked a slave before, or a man for that matter, but my prick is so hard and I need the relief and if it’s a slave I fuck it means nothing. Hell, who will know? I look at him then, the ass, open and waiting and he’s just a slave and my prick is so hard and my balls are so full I decide to do it. I look at the boy watching and I don’t want him there. I ask him to leave. He senses my feeling, and says “OK....but privacy will cost you another 200 degos. If you want to be alone, that is the fee. I look at him, and almost walk out. But the woman has my money already, and I look at the slaves balls, and know I can have them, and the thought of taking them is too much for me to refuse. Besides, my cock is so hard now and so desperate for relief that I cannot ignore my need. I pay him the extra money. “Do you want some grease for your cock?” he asks.

I don’t know what to say. I’m new at this. I pay him 100 degoes for the grease. Then he says: “I”ll be outside...call me when it is done and I’ll show you how to nut him.” The young teenager with his jet black hair leaves the tent and I watch him go. It is just me and the old slave then, and my heart is pounding.

The slave struggles and is looking back over his shoulder in desperation. Yes, I can see he’s been gagged and I feed on his struggles. Then, looking around the tent to make sure I’m alone, I open my pants and my cock springs out hard and stiff and oh-so-eager. I look at the slave’s balls, and I can see they have been tied already and are red and bulging. God I want to take them! I give them a squeeze, and the man jerks on the barrel. My prick is so hard and I am so eager, and I take the grease that I have bought and liberally lubricate my dick with it. Then, with a push, I insert my dick into his big hole. He grunts, and I fuck him, pushing myself all the way into him until my balls are up against his ass. Then I do it, in and out....in and out. I’ve never fucked a man before but his ass is tight and I enjoy it. It doesn’t take me long. I am too worked up from everything going on, and soon I fill his ass with my seed. I literally jet into him, pumping out my wad and it feels so incredibly good. Finally, I am done, and I pull out and stuff my prick back into my pants. Then, I call for the boy. He is there in an instant, and as I see those brown eyes sparkle I am almost certain that he watched me do him. I don’t care. I then say “I want to nut him now.” The boy answers: “Yes senior, but you will need a gelding knife. You can rent ours for 500 degos.” I am angry, and yell at him and as I do the slave struggles. The boy won’t yield, and says that he was wrong and the knife is 1000. I get the message, and open my purse and show him all that I have left. He sees what I have and then he takes it, and I am broke. He gives me the knife on his belt. Then he says: “Saw them off, but carefully, and stay between the two leather ties. Don’t hurry...its important to make sure you cut him right between the two bands of leather. Don’t cut him too close either.” God. Does this kid really know how to castrate a man? I take the knife, and notice it is serrated. I pull down on the balls, and the slave struggles. Hell, I don’t know what I am doing, but I feel so good and so satisfied and I want to do it so bad. I put the knife up against his sack, and lay it carefully between the two ties. I then slowly start to cut, back and forth with the knife. The slave goes ballistic, jerking on his bonds as I castrate him. God! I’m doing it! I work the knife, and the boy gives me guidance as I make the cut. Back and forth. The slave grunts, and I see his dick spew out his seed. I don’t care. I don’t care and I laugh as he shoots. I keep cutting, and slowly the knife does the work. It takes me quite a while, and I’m nervous as I nut him but I get it done. Finally his balls come free and I have done it. I’ve castrated a slave! Yes I have! A fat forty year old slave BUT I’ve taken his fat balls OH I HAVE I HAVE I HAVE! I feel them, pulsating in my hand, the heat of his balls so sweet and I squeeze them and savor them and hold them as if they are mine. Hell, they are mine! They are more mine than they are his at least. I burst out laughing with that thought, and then I start to leave. The boy says “Leave his balls. You can’t walk around with them, as you don’t have a cutter’s license.” I look at them, and then just gently set them up on top of the slave’s ass that I had mounted only a few minutes before. I can’t help but smile. I’ve mounted a slave and then taken his balls and now they are resting on his own ass, just above his hole. Wow. I leave then, and head out into the night and on with my adventure. My money is gone but I don’t care. I still have a little change in my pocket, and its enough to buy a desert or perhaps, if I look hard, even a beer.

I aimlessly wander through the night. I decide to savor some candied balls on a stick, and that takes the last of my coins. I am totally broke, but I don’t care. I see a blue tent, and I enter it. It’s a gaming tent, and it is full of some of the most influential people in the city. I feel out of place, but stay anyway. There is Herod Laquarius, and his son Johnathan, and with a glance I spot the head of the Santino family. I should have guessed he would be here, as he loves gaming and he is well known for it and from where he is seated he seems to be in charge. But it isn’t the crowd that catches my eye. No, it’s what I see on the stage that is almost unbelievable. It stops me short, and I take it all in. There are six teenage slaves on stage, and they appear to be of different ages. The youngest is probably thirteen or fourteen at the most. The oldest man of the group is my age, around 19, and his hair is bright red and his eyes seem to blaze with an intensity. Suddenly, the announcer is explaining their ages. “...13, 15, 16, 17, 18, and 19” he says. Wow. It’s a jack off contest, and the teenagers are strapped down on the stage, sitting up with their legs spread wide and their bodies made to face the audience. They are naked, and behind each of the boys is a woman. And OH GOD, what women they are, too! They are very sexy, with huge tits and they are wearing a leather outfit that is so short it covers almost nothing. They are rubbing the shoulders of the boys, and tweaking their nipples as they let their hands wonder across their smooth chests. The bet is 1000 degos minimum, with a 50,000 maximum. God I wish I had some money! The boy that shoots last wins, and the rest of the boys are to be castrated. The bets are paid on win, place, or show, and you can pick any combination of the order. I smile, and it’s exciting to watch. I study the slaves, trying to make my pick even though I have no money and don’t plan to bet. Suddenly, I realize I know the boy on the end, the one with the bright red hair!!!!!! I suddenly realize who he is. He has a bright red ass to match his hair, and I smile as I recognize him! Oh God, I do! I remember him and I know I am not mistaken, as I saw him earlier, when he was tied over a rail and he was jerking himself off and trying to avoid the paddle that was pulverizing his ass. Oh yes, I remember him cumming too, and what a wad it was! I remember how I laughed at his ass and how it was so red it matched his hair! IT was a game then, and now he has been brought here where the consequences are greater. Shit, I realize that the contest is rigged, at least to a degree, and while looking at him you would think he would be one of the first to shoot I realize he won’t be. No, he has just cum not an hour ago and so if anything he is likely to be the last. I look around and no one knows! Shit, he can’t cum first! No way! Hell, he probably can’t cum for at least quite a while! My heart is pounding. I mean, I’m the only one that knows that and I’m no fool and with what I know I cannot lose. I rush to the betting window and make the sure wager, giving them a credit number since my wallet is empty. It’s not real, but they don’t know, and I can’t lose so I do it. I don’t try and be greedy. I bet on him, to be the forth, or fifth sixth squirter. It’s a safe bet, since he has just ejaculated not two hours earlier, and the other boys are eager and younger and are all but blowing their wads just from the touch of the women that are right now playing with their nipples. My boy’s cock isn’t even hard, and I can’t help but smile as I notice. He’s well satisfied from his public jerk off, and I know his dick must even be sore from the intensity he was jerking it. I laugh with that thought. Hell, I can use the money and I’m excited to win it. Suddenly, the bell is rung and the betting is closed. Then, the bell rings again and the women reach for the boys’ cocks, grabbing them with a vengeance and then as we all watch they begin the stroking. Wow. The boys are being masturbated on stage, and their expressions are priceless. The younger boy seems shocked, and keeps looking at his dick and the woman’s hand that is pumping it. He stares, open mouthed, at his dick and her hand and his dick. The redhead, my choice, has his eyes closed, and I can sense that he is trying to project his mind elsewhere. I wonder what I would do if it was my dick in her hand. She is beautiful, and even though my own prick is satisfied I can sense its movement, the excitement of what I am watching so great that I can feel the desire even though my balls are empty. The crowd is crazy, the money flying on the line and everyone screaming at their girl to jerk some boy faster, or slower, or whatever it is that they want to be done so that they can win the money that they have bet. I watch the redhead carefully. His dick has gone hard, but that’s expected, and I can see he’s not even close. He can’t be. I look at the others in the line and I feel confident that they will be shooting soon. Then the young 14 year old is grunting, and then I see him start to pump his hips into her hand and then he is squirting and his wad shoots from his dick with a vengeance, the woman’s hand too much for him to control. I start to smile, and then, suddenly, OH GOD SUDDENLY my slave just shoots his wad, a white string of cum pulsates from his fucking dick and then he too is pumping out his goo and I scream! I mean, how????????????? OH GOD NO—I’VE LOST! I can’t believe him, to shoot his wad again so fast....and then all of a sudden all of them are shooting and the girls are laughing and I am suddenly trying to get out of there. The guards stop me at the door, and I am held down and I know that I am in trouble. I am only partially aware of the winner, the youngest of the line seems to not have come at all. Did he ejaculate dry? They are asking me for my payment, and are pulling the credit number now. My heart is pounding, and I try and apologize and I try and tell them that I will get the money somehow. But there is no sympathy from the men who hold me. OH GOD! What will my parents say? How long will it take me to earn the 1000 degos that I bet? As I’m arguing with them and begging them I sense the room is alive with the end of the contest. They are castrating the boys on stage now, and the crowd is screaming with the show. I glance up in time to see the redhead’s balls as they are severed. His eyes are wide as they are taken, and then he is carted off, spent and unmanned. I am dragged up to Master Santino, and as I look into the man’s eyes the fear is unbelievable. The men are holding me by my arms and they drag me to him. Then I hear them say: “We caught this one trying to escape. He bet with a false credit number, and he has no money. What do you want us to do with him sir?”

He looks at me, and I try to beg him but he shuts me up with a wave of his hand. Then he says: “Take him to the tables, and let Carlos unman him. He can pay me with his balls. After you take them, let him go. He is not a slave but his example will do much to warn others.”

OH GOD! I scream “NO”! but they are suddenly dragging me out of the tent, and back to the pens and the yards where the cuttings are still going on. I struggle, but they have me, and I am begging them then. Is this real? Oh GOD. NO... Oh please, NO! It is!

Suddenly, I am being pulled toward one of the gelding tables. They are pulling off a castrated slave in front of me, and dragging him off by his arms. He is limp, and I can see his limp cock and his empty sac with its missing balls. I struggle harder. I’ve witnessed the tables in use before, and I want no part of them. I am dragged up to it anyway, and the crowd is huge and there are no seats anywhere. Suddenly, I see them take the grease can and lubricate the big wooden dowel that juts up from the table. They turn me around then, and even as I struggle they pull me onto the table. I fight them like a madman, and the crowd seems giddy to watch. Suddenly, I feel that damn piece of wood, up against my hole, and then they are pushing me down...down ONTO IT, and OH GOD IT HURTS. I try and squeeze my hole shut, but I can’t, and it pops past my ring of muscle and then, in an instant, I feel the rod slide into my ass and it impales me. It goes in so deep it hits my prostate gland, and I’ve never felt anything violate me like that dowel. It’s literally fucking me...the gelding table is literally fucking my ass and I can’t stop it! I’m desperate! They are lashing my arms down, and then my legs, pulling them apart and all I can do is rock my hips. As I do I feel my ass ride up and down the pole, and its like I am fucking my own ass with my movements. The crowd loves it! No! Oh God...I am NOT a slave! Oh please...please have mercy. Don’t do this. Oh God. I stare down at my dick and it is hard. Rock hard. Hell, it is jutting up out of my pubic hair, harder than it was when I was fucking that slave’s ass! Only now it is my ass I am fucking, fucking with the dowel in the table and as I feel it I desperately try and close my hole. Of course, it is impossible. Then, I see him. Carlos. Carlos the cutter...one of the most famous of the cutters in the city. I see him...and I am scared to the core. He is approaching me, having just finished another slave on the adjacent table, and now as that table is being cleaned and another slave moved into position, he is coming to me, and for my balls! I scream, then start to babble out my story, begging for mercy.

Carlos simply says: “Gag him.”

And, they do! God, I feel the rag stuffed into my mouth, and after that I can no longer scream and I have tears in my eyes and I realize what is happening. I shake my head in desperation, and then I look to the crowd and there, in the front row, I am stopped cold. I see the boy then, the thirteen year old who still holds my money, the boy who I bargained only a few hours ago and whose brown eyes penetrate to my soul! He is watching me now with a smile on his face, a huge grin and I can see that his pants are bulging with his excitement. No! He can’t see this! This can’t be happening, but it is!

I feel some heat, and look down and Carlos has placed a pot of hot coals between my legs. I can feel it heating my balls, and as I look at him he is taking his time. The heat warms my sac, and I can feel my balls soften and the sac start to drop. I couldn’t stop it from happening if my life depended on it. I am grunting into the gag, and I jerk my hips and pull hard on the ropes, straining to get loose. The crowd feeds on my fear, and as I move my hips the fucking rod moves in and out of my ass. I notice my prick is glistening, the rod pushing into my prostate has pushed the fluid up my shaft, and it glistens and as I look at it I can see copious amounts of pre-cum oozing out of my prick. I don’t want to lose my balls! Oh God...please! Not my balls! I see Carlos and he holds the leather tie! No! Oh God...I feel it...he is looping it around my sac. I thrust again...trying to prevent it, and then they are within the loop. I look at him, and he looks at me, and then with a jerk he snaps it closed and OH GOD ITS SO FUCKING TIGHT. I’ve never felt anything like that...the pain cuts me to the core, and my trapped balls are suddenly bulging in my sac and the pain is so intense I cannot believe it. The damn cord feels like a knife that is cutting them off. I buck in desperation, and the rod moves in and out of my ass as I do. My prick is bobbing, up and down to my heartbeat, and the end is flared wide and purple. Suddenly, I see the gelding knife is in his hand, and my eyes are wide with fear as I watch him move it to my sac. I hear laughter, and the boy is laughing at me and my balls that are tied. Then, the blade is against my sac, and I can see his hands holding the knife and my balls and time stands still. The intensity of the moment is too much.....God....I bet 1000 degos and lost my balls! No! Suddenly, I feel it, the knife, pushing into my sac, and I buck my hips again, and then I scream, a primal scream, into the rag. I scream again, a desperate scream, and then I see my dick spewing out the last of my seed. Its pumping out onto my belly, even as he cuts into my sac, and as I buck my hips and shoot my load I can feel him taking my balls as I do. It’s a combination of feelings I cannot describe. He squeezes my sac then, and I look down and see the exposed nut, and OH GOD I almost vomit with the site. He snips it off with the tip of the knife, and I feel the cord deep inside, inside my guts as it snaps back inside. Half-castrated, I struggle with a desperation I cannot describe. I try to beg him, yelling into my gag that its enough....one ball is enough but he cannot hear my words and isn’t listening anyway. Still I am pumping out my goo, onto my belly in a little puddle of my own. He changes hands....OH GOD I remember watching him do that when I saw him from the stands so long ago. He has my sac again, and then the knife is moving, and OH GOD I GRUNT as it enters the other side, slicing a slit in my sac. I feel my last ball pop out, and into his hand, and he hesitates then, holding my ball and the knife and my ball and the knife. I thrust....and the crowd screams “NUT HIM....NUT HIM.....NUT HIM.” God...its me they are talking about...and OH NO...”NO!!!!” I scream, which the gag captures and holds. He lingers, holding the essence of my manhood in his hand....life and death...balls and ballless....nothing I can do and then, OH GOD, with a grunt I scream again as I feel him take it from me. I can’t describe the feeling then, as my sac is emptied and I feel the ballless cord retract. I am neutered, a eunuch and not even a slave. I have nothing left, and suddenly I look to the crowd and the boy in the front is laughing, the thirteen year old far more of a man already than I will ever be again. I can see his prick is hard in his pants, and he is rubbing it there, watching me as I was unmanned and enjoying every minute of my misery. I see him ejaculate then, the boy’s first seed flooding into his pants, and as I watch him grunt it out I can only feel overwhelmed at what I have lost.

They cut me down then...and drag me away from the table to make room for the next boy with balls to be taken. There is a line of boys waiting their turn, a line that is so long you cannot see its end. I am taken over to the side of the pens. I am not tied down....like the slaves are tied, and I am free to go if I can. Still I do not have the strength to move or to walk and my legs are spread from the pain. I lay there in my misery, and listen to the sounds of the crowds and the ongoing cuttings and the music that fills the city. Later, many hours later, I force myself to get up, and while the pain is great I force myself to stand and I slowly try and work my way home. I look up at the sky and can see the bright stars that signal the time of the festival. The music fills the city night and as I walk I can smell the balls cooking in the little outdoor kitchens. Oh God. My balls. In the bucket and now fried on some man’s plate. Everyone is laughing, and having a wonderful time. Everyone it seems but me.

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