Purple Balls...

I always like the color. Purple....bulging...the twin orbs big and round and trapped within the sac I have cinched off with the tie of rubber. Surgical tubing does an excellent job, and when tied, tight, really tight, it just pinches off the scrotum and starts the unmanning immediately. Nothing of course will tighten better than the modified surgical rubber bands used in a cattle banding machine. Nothing. They are thick, for one thing, and the mechanical advantage of the lever actuated device allows them to be tightened tighter than you could ever do it by hand. With just a few pumps of the handle they literally just shut off the top of a man's scrotum completely, stealing the blood from his nuts and killing them within hours.

God the bands are tight. Once the bander is fully engaged, and the metal crimp has been clamped shut to keep the rubber cinched down and tight, the man's balls are as good as dead. They are doomed by the rubber, doomed to die a slow and agonizing death, hanging down beneath a dick and screaming for nourishment they will never get. You would think the guys we band would just accept it once the band is in place, much like a condemned man stands quietly once the noose is around his neck and his hands and feet are tied while he waits to make the drop. But they never do. Instead, they always fight it, pulling up hard against the restraints that tie them down, thrusting up their hips and jerking against their bonds like some crazed maniac.

Yeah, they never like it, especially when they see that rubber noose being placed around their scrotums. Once I start cranking the ratchet handle and the rubber is drawn tight, they go ballistic then. Of course, it's too late already at that point, and all they can do then is just feel the feeling and wait for their balls to die. Still, I like doing it, and I guess I've done a hundred if I have done a single sac. The middle age guys seem to fight it more...you would think it would be the teenagers but for some reason it isn't. No, the older guys know what they are losing, and they've used their balls and are confident with their abilities. So, they know, feel it more perhaps, the knowledge of what is happening just consuming their being. They buck their hips, their eyes wide, the fear total and intense, and yet as they hump the air and thrust with a vengeance still their pricks are always hard, fat and oh-so-eager. Usually the ends are flared, and round, the single eye oozing their precum and exposing their desire as I kill their balls.

That’s one thing all the men and boys I've ever done have had in common. They are always hard as I unman them. Always. The younger men are the hardest. The teenage dicks are thin, growing their way through adolescence, and as hard as steel, eager even, dripping literally with desire. Even so, their owners thrust the air and spasm and jerk and beg, and I always smile as they do that, watching their young balls bulge and fill their sacs, all the while getting darker, the beautiful purple color slowly getting more and more intense.

Why...why do I nut them? Well, I just do what I'm told, and if the Commander wants them nutted, then I nut them. And he usually does. Like I said, I've done more than a hundred. I've taken the balls of a sixty year old, and a kid that was just sprouting hair. If they can carry a rifle and throw a grenade, then they are old enough to lose their balls. Doesn't matter to me. Most of them are probably between 17 and 30, but I've done a fair amount older than that so whose to really say?

One difference in the younger ones, is that they just can't believe its happening. They just never assumed they would be captured, and as they lose their balls the look of disbelief consumes them. Still their pricks jut up eager and hard, and they twitch as I noose their sacs. The older men aren't any happier, but they understand it, and they realize what's being done and they know in the right circumstance it could be them with the knife. They too are always hard, their pricks usually fatter and thicker than the teens. Still, young or old, it just doesn’t matter. I always take my time...I mean, why hurry a good thing? Once I've tied them off with the bander we just let them struggle and fight it as their balls turn purple and die. One time we made one of them a center piece for a big table. I had to work on that for days, setting it up beforehand to get it right. I finally cut two big hole in the center, one big enough to slip a torso through and the second hole, about a foot away, big enough to get his legs in. Then, with a lot of help, we pushed his head and shoulders down from the top, through the big hole, until only his waist and legs were visible. Then, we pushed the guy's legs in the smaller hole, so that he was bent backwards with only his belly to his thighs visible. The rest of him was below the table, where we tied him, with just his genitals and thighs and hips exposed on top.

God it looked funny. He had a hot body, and was about eighteen or nineteen if I remember right. With his legs and torso out of view, it was just his hips and balls and stiff, eager cock that were visible in the center of the table. He was struggling below, but we had him pegged out and secure and so he really couldn’t do much. I had to laugh at him though, and just before dinner I banded him, nice and tight, so as we ate we were staring at his big teenage sac and his huge young balls, that slowly turned darker and darker as we consumed our dinner.

The Commander liked it so much we left the boy tied there. In fact, we did four meals with him as the center piece. We did that first dinner, breakfast the next morning, followed by lunch and then dinner again. I finally took his black sac and got him out of where he was tied before he died. He was so stiff he could hardly move, but the Commander had enjoyed having him there, with his bag bulging round and full and oh-so-dead.

Usually, I get the prisoners the day they are captured. Sometimes, the Commander will bring in one of them before I do him and let him see one of the ones I've already done. Sometimes that will get them to talk....most men will do anything to save their balls. I guess it's just the essence of everything that makes them a man, and so when they realize that we are serious the cooperation comes quickly.

I did an entire squad of enemy soldiers once. There were ten of them, and I tied them out and banded them all side by side. We didn't hurry them, and we never used a knife. Instead, we just kept their hands tied behind their backs and chained them to steaks in the ground. They couldn't get to each other, but they could all watch, and over the time we held them they ate their food from bowls like dogs and shit in their pens like the animals they were. They didn't like being castrated, but they got used to it, and since we did them all together they at least had some company.

I learned something from that. For one thing, if you just let a man's noosed balls hang, they will fall off in about ten to thirteen days. For sure by two weeks. A guy's balls are more like dead prunes when they drop to the ground then, and even though by then there isn't any feeling in them the guys always grunt when it happens. When they are first banded they always try and rub the ground or move their legs, but it doesn't matter what they do. They can't get their band off without a knife, and so they just struggle and fight and live the feeling as their balls beneath their stiff cocks die while they feel it and watch it happen. In time I guess they slowly become numb, and yet even so the way they beg and cry and holler you wouldn't know it. Still, I like it when they beg, and it just makes my day. I know the Commander always gets a laugh out of it as well.

It might seem cruel, and perhaps it is. But the Commander controls these mountains, and he is feared for good reason. We don't kill the ones we capture, and we don't imprison them for long either. We let them go. But, the enemy soldiers that we neuter of course take back their stories, and as eunuchs they send a message we could never send in any other way. I like banding them, and perhaps if I band enough they will no longer come to find us.

Yeah, my favorite moment is when they are first banded, and they start to turn that purple shade. It happens pretty fast, and then after that their big balls inside are screaming for nourishment and they go crazy as the rubber ring holds their balls tight and round and oh-so-beautiful. God they struggle then! Their hips thrust the air, wild and desperate, and yet they know, they KNOW it's useless and yet they struggle anyway. Occasionally, I am told to nut them immediately, to just end it and get their castration over with. That's usually the case when we are moving out, or when government troops are closing in and we may have to move within a day or so.

I don't mind the faster castrations, although my preferred method is to just band them and then watch their balls die. Still, about half the time we nut them faster than that, and there are many ways it can be done. I've experimented with different methods and while they all have advantages I normally just do it with my knife and get it over with.

The Commander's first choice is the "lopers" as he calls them. They are big shears with wooden handles long enough to get some leverage, and they are designed to lop off a tree branch with a single pull of the handles. If I double band a man's scrotum, you can lop off his balls in less than a second. If I do it between the bands then his sac stays full and intact, and the bloodless castration is easy and relative fun to do. The man of course grunts as you take them, the pain sharp, shooting up from his nads for a priceless second as I take them from him. It's fast of course, which is a downside, and once its done the man usually just collapses....feeling the feeling of an empty groin and suddenly caring nothing about much of anything else. Still, it is neat and fast, and the balls can be sent as a warning in tact, still bulging in their unattached fat sac.

Sometimes the Commander will open the prisoner's mouth, and push his banded scrotum right in, between his teeth, making him poise for pictures as he chews on his own balls. There is something about a man with his balls in his mouth that will send chills down another man's spine. It sends a statement all right, and once you see such a picture you never forget it. For me, it’s the expression...of the realization, the man with his balls stuffed in his mouth feeling the emptiness, the pain shooting up where his balls used to hang as his eyes are wide and he gags on his own warm nuts. Yeah, it is a good thing to do to your enemies and we do it a lot.

My personal preference if I have to cut them is to do it slowly...I like them to feel it and know they are losing them. I use a small knife with a razor sharp blade. Usually, I look at the man right in his eyes, and push the tip of the blade gently, the point right at the top of his scrotum and under the tie. I like to start on the left side. I make sure he is looking at me, his eyes wide, as he begs...and then I just slowly push in the tip of my knife. God they grunt then...thrust their hips and fight the pain and the fear and the feeling. I rotate my wrist as I make the push, and then bring my hand down with a twist, so that I fillet open the sac and expose the big fat testicle inside, like a ripe fruit waiting to be taken.

By then the man is crazy, wild, a maniac as he jerks against his bonds and lives his castration. I let him savor that, and so I usually hesitate then, fingering his left ball and toying with it. Finally, I pop it out of his sac, and then using my knife, I just flick the end and take his quivering testicle. Of course, he grunts again then, or screams, and his body spasms. Sometimes he shoots his wad then, if I haven't already taken it from him. By the time his left ball is in the dirt he is usually screaming. The best part is there is another ball to take, and so I get to do it again. Unlike the lopers, it is almost like I can castrate him twice. As he yells and screams and begs I move to the other side. I do it again....nice and slow, pushing the knife in deep before I rotate my wrist and open his sac from the right side. Again, I pop out his last ball and toy with it...feeling it, playing with the last essence of his manhood. When he's grunting enough, jerking his hips enough, staring at me as he feels the last of his manhood in my hands, then I take it. As I move the knife I always wink at him, and flash a big grin, and as he gasps he feels it happen. I just finish it with a gentle flick and after that he is done.

I always laugh then. It just looks so funny, the man's empty sac, all tied off and banded, empty and useless and worthless, with his twin balls in the dirt. I always pull it down then, the flap of empty skin, stretching it out and then with a single slice horizontally I just take it off, separating it from his body and leaving him ball less and empty and smooth, with nothing but the little crimp and tie of surgical rubber where his nuts had been.

God they do get purple and I love the color. One of the other things about a big cinched up purple sac, is that it is bulging with his balls and they are filled with cream. There is something about castrating a man that makes his balls generate even more cream than normal. I like that, and I usually jack his cock after I have banded his balls. Perhaps I want to give him one more chance to shoot his wad, a final opportunity to spread his seed and squirt out is essence. Perhaps I just like watching him cum. I don't know, but I usually do jerk them off, just working their cock and sliding the skin over their shaft until the feeling overwhelms them and they shoot their load. I've found some baby oil helps a lot, especially for the ones who have been circumcised.

They always shoot a big wad too. The younger ones have the more violent orgasms, and I've seen some shoot their wad so hard it goes over their head. Eight or nine lines of cum are not that uncommon for a teenager when he's being castrated. The older men, the ones in their forties, also have big wads, but they usually pump it out onto their bellies slowly and just form a puddle there, their goo from their big purple balls spent and wasted and left to dry on their stomachs.

The really young ones I sometimes feel guilty about. Sometimes they barely have a wisp of hair on their groin, and their balls are tender and smooth and the sacs seem small and delicate. I've never done one under thirteen, and usually the commander will let the youngest ones go. But if they have shot our men, then we take our revenge even if they are young. Their pricks are hard, and you can see that look on them as I work their pole. Sometimes the younger teens even look surprised as I pump their dicks and then, with a gasp they just start squirting out their watery loads, their pricks squirting and their mouths open in amazed shock at what their bodies are doing. Still, I take their balls even so.

If I have a man I really hate, a young soldier perhaps that spits or cusses at me personally, or who was caught torturing one of our own, then I usually just work their cocks right up to the point where they are begging to cum. I can tell, as I've done it enough. I watch their nipples for one thing, as they tend to point before they shoot. They draw in their stomachs too, tight, and start to rock their hips to increase their pleasure. The ends of their cocks get really big, and round, and the end starts to flair out and you know then that they are close. Lastly, their purple balls draw up tight against the band, bulging there in their fat sac, tight and eager and ready as the feeling builds. That’s when I stop.....when they are breathing ragged and their nipples are pointed, the end of their cock huge and flared and dripping.

Sometimes, if I have worked them up but left them on the edge, when I start cutting them they will shoot their wads when I take their balls. You wouldn't think they would, but sometimes they do, even when nothing is touching their dicks at all. But if we are just going to let their nuts die, to drop off when they are dead and gone, then when I stop jerking them their pricks will bob and weave and drip for hours but they won't cum no matter how much they want too. I laugh at them...its so funny seeing the look of lust in their aching balls and they slowly die still filled with cream.

Yeah, for the ones I hate it’s a just reward, and I let them live their castration totally frustrated, begging for relief as much as they beg for freedom. It's funny, their desperation, the need as they thrust the air and jerk their hips. But their balls die anyway, fat and full and unsatisfied, and that too sends a message and if nothing else they don't mock me after that.

Yes, purple balls. I love the way they look. I love the way they quiver, fat and eager and noosed, dying slowly on or off the vine. Well, I've got to go...another prisoner has come in, and the Commander is done with him and is now calling for me. This ones is a big man, with blond hair and bright, blue eyes. They got his pants off already, and tied him down, and I can see he's desperate, and struggling. Even from here I can see his balls are just huge, and his sac is so fat and hanging so full its almost as if he is begging for me to take it. I've got to go....

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