Simon Camden Came Home Early ...

Simon’s mother helped him onto the living room couch. She took some pillows and raised his leg up. As she placed an ice pack onto her son's ankle, she saw the small dark hairs starting to grow on Simon’s lower legs. She made a mental note to tell her husband, Eric to talk to their son about the evils of masturbation; it was painfully obvious that the boy was far into puberty, and that certainly couldn’t be far behind.

While Simon was reading his schoolbooks and doing homework, the phone rang and he tried to hear what his mother was saying, but he could not understand anything that was said. After his mom hung up the phone she came out and told Simon there was trouble at Lucy's school and that she had to go and deal with their youngest daughter. She would be gone for a about an hour and made sure Simon could be left alone for so long. The boy promised not to get up and put any weight on his damaged ankle until she returned to take him to get it checked out.

Simon’s mom grabbed up the twins and stormed out of the house. Simon waited a few minutes to make sure that his mom did not come back, before he turned on the TV. Simon surfed around the channels until he came across 'Baywatch'. Simon watched the show and as he was watching large-breasted women running in slow motion, his penis started to fill with blood inside his jock strap. All too soon, Simon’s penis was rock hard and the pressure of it being trapped inside of his tight jock was causing his dick to hurt.

So Simon lifted his butt up off of the couch and pushed both his gym shorts and jock strap down to his knees. Now that his cock and balls were free, Simon sat back down fully on the couch. Simon ran his hand through his thick patch of dark pubic hair just above his genitals, caressing his still-hairless scrotum and sighing. He then ran his hand down to his low hanging balls once again. Simon took a hold of his jewels and started to feel them up in their smooth bag of flesh. He could feel his freshly sprouted hairs that had filled in nicely, and wondered when they would spread to his scrotum as well.

The woman with the bouncing tits on the TV screen was causing Simon’s balls to pump out large doses of hormones into his blood stream. He was becoming hornier by the second. He could not wait any longer. He took a hold of his hard five-inched circumcised penis with his right hand. He stroked his teen tool in the familiar up and down motion with his right hand; while he took a hold of his balls with his left hand. While he slowly worked on his tube of flesh, Simon rubbed and pulled on his baby makers.

His nipples became hard as pebbles as he slowly built up speed on his wanking.

Simon closed his eyes and instead of his hand, he thought that his dick was inside a hot dripping pussy of a girl he liked at school. As he watched the girl of his dreams ride up and down his throbbing cock in his mind’s eye, Simon pumped his fist harder and faster on his cock. Simon was enjoying himself so much his own moaning drowned out the sound of the front door opening and then closing.

The Reverend Eric Camden walked into the house and he first heard the TV was on, and then when he turned towards the TV room, he heard his son’s moans. Eric did not know what was going on, but being the man he was, he thought one of his kids was sick or in pain. He dropped his briefcase and went quickly into the next room. What he saw first scared the hell out of him, and then made him extremely mad.

More than mad. Righteously angry.

Simon was too far-gone. He was fast approaching his orgasm, and not even God Himself could stop the flow of sperm, flooding his tubes, getting ready to fire out his piss slit.

Right when Eric Camden was about to yell at Simon, Simon let out a yell of his own.

Simon had his orgasm. His dick got just a little bit harder and started to give mighty twitches in his hand. A large rope of white cum shot out of the eye of his penis and hit Simon right on his chin. Another blast of semen shot out of Simon’s dick and landed right between his pink, nickel sized nipples, right in the center of his hairless chest.

Right when the third rope of sperm shot out of Simon’s cock, Eric yelled, "WHAT THE DEVIL ARE YOU DOING, BOY?"

Simon shot up off of the couch, his hard dick still shooting ropes of boy goo. Simon’s bad ankle gave out when he landed on it, and he fell onto the floor with a cry of pain as his orgasm faded away. Semen flooded out of Simon’s twitching cock and as his dick flopped around from his fall, his cum shot onto the new Asian carpet, which made his dad even madder at his son. Semen spilt on the Chinese rug, he groaned inwardly.

Eric Camden stormed off to his office and grabbed a pair of handcuffs that he had in his desk drawer from the time Lucy was arrested and the police officer forgot to take them with him when he left. Eric then went back into the living room and as Simon was recovering from his orgasm and fall, he slapped on the handcuffs. Eric took a hold of Simon’s ear and made him stand up, hopping on one foot to favor his injured ankle. Eric looked at his son. He new it was his own fault for not talking to his son earlier about the evils of masturbation, but now it was to late. He had to cure his son, so as he would not go to hell. He had three more sons, plus three daughters, so Eric was not worried about the family name going on.

As he was looking at his son, his anger had started to calm down and he started to have second thoughts about what he was about to do to Simon. Then he looked down just in time to see a large string of Simon’s semen hanging off the tip of Simon’s half hard dong, let go of the tip and drop down right on Eric's polished shoe. That got Eric's anger to a boiling point once again.

Eric took a harder hold of Simon’s ear and dragged the hopping boy to his office, ignoring his yelps of pain about his ankle. He used a free hand and pushed all the things off his desk. Eric pushed Simon down on his back onto the desk. He told Simon to NOT move. Eric stormed out of his office.

Simon stayed on the desk. He was majorly freaked out. He had never seen his dad this pissed off before, and Simon was too scared to move. Eric came back into his office and he had a hand full of rope and a large knife. Using the cuffs, he used some of the rope to secure Simon's hands to the desk. He used the rest of the rope to tie Simon’s legs spread far apart to the desk. He knew his son was going to scream from the pain, so Eric went into a desk drawer and pulled out a small hand towel he kept in his desk. He forced Simon’s mouth open and crammed the towel into it.

Eric went to the closet and pulled the laces off of his track shoes. He went over to Simon and he looped the lace around the very top of Simon’s ball bag, up close to his body. Eric tied several knots into the shoelace. Each lace was making it tighter and tighter, and he knew that it probably stung like all hell. He smiled, then pulled the other lace out and strung it from Simon’s bound scrotum to his feet.

Simon’s eyes were watering from the pain he was feeling in his balls. He was trying to beg to his dad to stop, and at the same time he was praying to God to help him and forgive him. Eric walked out of his office, and that was when Simon started to fight his bonds. All the struggling did was to make the knots dig into his skin and pinch him harder, so Simon stopped the struggling quick when he moved a foot and it yanked on his balls and pulled them down. He wailed into his gag.

The blood not being able to flow in or out of his balls was starting to cause the pain to build up.

Several minutes passed and the pain in Simon’s sac was almost too much for the poor teenager. Simon lifted his head and was just able to see his balls. They looked very swollen and a very dark purple in color. Tears of pain dripped down Simon’s face as the pain got even worse, and then Simon passed out.

He awoke with a start as ice-cold water was splashed onto his face. The pain Simon he had felt earlier was now gone. It had been replaced by a dull ache. Eric started to give Simon the “sins of masturbation” speech and how he was going to cure him of his sinful ways, and how this cure will also redeem Simon, in the eyes of the Lord. He explained how he was going to make Simon one of God’s eunuchs.

It took a few seconds for it to sink in and for Simon to remember what a eunuch was. He remembered Daniel in the Bible, and the verse in Matthew about “eunuchs for the Kingdom of Heaven.”

Once it all kicked in, Simon started to fight his bonds once again, his bravado renewed. His father, the Reverend Erick Camden, was planning to cut his own son’s balls off!

Eric gave Simon a hard slap to the face, and Simon calmed down. He started to talk into his gag and cry, but it was all just mumbles to Eric. And even if he could understand what Simon was saying, it would of all fallen on deaf ears. He was going to cure his boy.

Eric took a hold of Simon’s baby makers. He felt the coolness of the bag of skin, instead of the natural warmth that he should of felt. Eric did not know really know what he was doing, so to be safe, he plugged his laptop into the power and plugged the modem into the phone line. He started to do a Yahoo search for castration information. The only information Eric had was what he had learned in college, seminary school, and the Bible.

Eric found two very helpful sites. Once was a Eunuch support board with a lot of stories, and by reading some of those stories, and also reading about different ways to castrate a horse on a horse breeders web page, Eric was able to piece together what he had to do, to help his poor son.

It didn’t sound that hard to him.

Eric left his office again and came back shortly with the other items he would need. He used a lot of Vaseline on the turkey baster he had grabbed from the kitchen. He made sure it was well lubed up, and then slowly pushed it up into Simon’s ass.

Sodomy, he thought, Sodom and Gomorrah. If my son wants to lose himself to the sins of the flesh, he should well understand them! He made a mental note to pick up a new one before the Holidays; no way was he going to let his wife cook with this one again!

He pushed it in slowly but with enough force to keep it sliding in until it stopped on its own. Eric was a bit surprised that Simon’s ass took the entire length of the baster, stopping just at the bulb. Eric then took a roll of duct tape, and used it to secure the baster in place, because just as he had read, Simon’s natural reaction would be to push out with his anal muscles to push it out.

Simon’s penis was rock hard once again. Eric did not like what the instructions told him to do next, but he was too scared to skip any of the steps. Naïve as he was in the ways of more bizarre sex, the Reverend Camden didn’t realize that he was actually playing out someone else’s fantasy on his young son. Eric took some more of the Vaseline and smeared it all over Simon’s hard cock.

Simon could not believe it when he first felt, and then saw his dad take a hold of his throbbing cock and start to masturbate him. He also couldn’t believe that his dad had stuck something up his ass! He’d had rectal thermometers before, but a cooking baster? Why was he doing this to him?

Simon put his head back down and closed his eyes. It sort of felt good. He got a shiver down his spine thinking about what was going on, so he pretended that it was a super good-looking girl from his math class he had the hots for, which was giving him the hand job. Simon pretended to be looking at the girl’s tits bounce around as her hand was rubbing his hard and drooling member. A pain filled Simon’s aching balls as they tried to pull up while getting ready to expel sperm. Simon’s breathing came in gasps as the orgasm approached fast. White ropes of boy cum shot out of the piss slit and landed all over Simon’s chest and belly.

Eric took a damp washcloth and cleaned up the sticky goo. Once it was all cleaned up, he used some duct tape to hold Simon’s now softening penis out of the way. Simon was still recovering from his orgasm when his dad took a hold of his darkened and cold balls. Simon's balls had lost almost all feeling in the orgasm, but he had enough feeling to feel the cold blade of a knife press into the flesh of his scrotum.

Eric said a small prayer to God, and then with all his might he pulled the knife upwards.

Simon screamed into his gag as he felt the knife cut into his tender flesh and cut away his balls. He watched in stupefied horror as his father made the cut, slowly, his face agonized and flushed with shame.

Eric dropped the boy balls that were still in the scrotum and the bloody knife. He then ran to the kitchen and then back to his office. When he returned, he had a red-hot butter knife wrapped in a oven mitt. He pressed the red-hot knife to the open wound that had blood coming out of it.

The burning of flesh made Simon scream once again into his gag. He could not believe what his dad has done to him. Simon could not believe this was being done to him for something that felt so good. If it felt so good, why was it a sin? Why was everything that the young blond teen wanted to always a sin? Why did HE have to be the Reverend’s kid?

Simon saw his dad run out of the room and then come running back in. He has another red hot butter knife in his hand, and Simon saw his dad lower the knife down to the area were his balls once hung. Simon felt the burning pain once again, and just as he was about to scream again, he passed out.

The Reverend Eric Camden sighed and returned the knives to the kitchen and cleaned up the mess. He then gently untied his newly castrated son and carried him up to bed. As he tucked him in, he ruffled the long blond hair and patted his smooth cheek that would now never need to be shaved. He kissed the unconscious boy softly, and then left the room.

He had saved his son’s Soul from Hell, from the carnal lusts that he was sure would have been his undoing. He had seen the look on the boy’s face when he had come home, seen him – caught him – IN the act! It had to be done, he told himself. Origen had done it; the Valesians had done it. Many Catholic priests had done it, and hadn’t the Italians done it in history as well to produce sublime Papal singers for the Church? Surely he was justified, and he felt a great deal better as he went back to his study to prepare his sermon for Sunday.

“In the end times,” he rehearsed aloud as Simon slept off his trauma, “The Lord will pour out his wrath upon the sinners and the lovers of the flesh!”