The show's ratings were sensational. A new group of boys were soon recruited for round two to be filmed in Yosemite National Park. And everyone was surprised to see that Kit Carson Jones was back. He was the only boy who had returned form Tahiti who was willing to play the game again.

People assumed that Kit was a closet M2E transsexual. Why else would he go another round? The word around the water coolers was that he wanted to lose his boyhood and once again the odds were stacked against him. People in the know placed bets that Kit would be bagged and castrated but they were wrong and once again they lost their money.

The truth was Kit did not what to lose. He loved being a boy. He loved having a dick and he loved his balls. But he also loved the thrill of the hunt. Each night of the game Kit would gather in the darkness with a few other boys in hiding from the hunters who desired their balls. The boys would all wonder just how far the hunters were from them and if they would be caught. To relived the tension, and try to forget the danger, the boys would jack each other off knowing that-for some of them-this would be their last chance to do so.

Kit was young and hairless and so he came dry but even so those orgasms were so intense that he could hardly stand it. One night an older boy of 14 took Kit and fucked him. Although it hurt the first few times Kit came to love it. He loved knowing that he might well be providing a boy with his last ever chance to fuck. Wanting to make it special, Kit worked the muscles in his boy pussy on their hard boy polls.

After "surviving" the second hunt Kit was given his 10,000 credits and offered an incredible sum of 50,000 if he would try for a third time. The people who ran the show thought it only fair. They knew that the hunters were not out for just any boy, they all wanted to be the one who bagged cocky little Kit Carson, the magical kid with the charmed life. Kit Carson, the boy who always beat the odds and came away smiling. They all wanted to fix their brand to Kit's cute little boy butt and display his boyhood in their trophy cases.

And that's not the only thing the hunters wanted. The word was out the Kit was something of a boy slut who enjoyed having his butt pounded by the other boys. Not only were the hunters looking to bag and castrate the boy, they were looking to mount him and see if he would enjoy taking a man sized cock up his cute little boy pussy.

The people who had bet against Kit and lost money also wanted to see him get his comeuppance. They were dying to see him cut. One wealthy collector was offering 100,000 credits to the hunter who could bring him Kit's boyhood.

But not everyone was against Kit. He had fans as well, most of them young boys his age who loved to see a kid getting the best of so many adults. They were all in his corner and many of them hung his picture on their bedroom walls as if Kit was a rock star.

On the fourth hunt Kit fell into a trap and it looked like it was all over. But our young hero managed to cut himself free with a knife he had fashioned himself. The next hunt was closer still. Kit was captured and placed in a boy harness and put in the stockade to awake his fate, the last day group castration. The networks anticipated record ratings for the event. It looked as if all those who dreamed of seeing Kit made into a eunuch were about to have their wish granted.

But before his capture Kit had found a lost tranquilizer dart from one of the hunter's guns and its charge was still intact. Kit concealed the dart in the pouch of his jock strap. After dark he had taken a piece of bamboo form the stockade wall and used it to fashion a blow dart gun. With the tranquilizer dart Kit had knocked out the guard and freed not just himself but the other captive boys as well. Ten boys in total would remain boys because of Kit's heroics.

But Kit was not finished yet. He took the tranquilizer pistol from the sleeping guard and used it to tranquilize the three other hunters in camp. With the adults quite unconscious Kit pulled down their pants and banded their balls. When the hunters awoke their balls were quite dead. Kit had wanted to take their dicks as well but he did not see how he could have done so without the risk of them bleeding to death. From that moment forward Kit's name was legion. Those who had once liked him now loved him. Those who had wanted to see him made a eunuch now hated him.

But Kit's great victory did come with a price. The hunter who had bagged Kit (a guy named Jon Hastings) did have the satisfaction of fucking Kit before he escaped. Jon had been out of the camp when the great escape took place and thus was spared castration at the hands of a boy.

When asked, during a post game interview, what it was like to screw the great Kit Carson, Jon smiled wistfully and said it was pure bliss. Jon boasted that Kit had a nice, delightfully tight little boy pussy and, in spite of the boy's attempts to brake free, Kit had squealed in delight while being fucked and went into spasms of ecstasy. Jon went on to say that boys like Kit needed to be ridden on a regular basis and that he'd be happy to oblige Kit on future occasions.

Kit, on the other hand, told the interviewer that Jon was a brute and had hated being raped by him. But that was all a lie. Kit did not want to admit it to anyone, but he had loved every second of the experience. Kit had loved having Jon's big dick up his butt and almost gave thanks for his capture. For Kit there was nothing quite like being fucked by a man who intended to castrate him.

All told Kit survived eight hunts, a record for any boy. He retired at the age of 14 his boyhood intact. Kit resumed a normal life but he missed the thrill of the hunt. Everyday life just seemed so boring in comparison. Then when he was 16 the people who ran the show made Kit an offer. How would he like to come back but as a hunter?

At first Kit thought the idea was crazy. He was the pray and not the hunter. All Kit's empathy was with the naked boys hiding in the bush and not the men with their tranquilizer guns, castration knives and their gunny sacks to hold their captures. The thought of hunting and castrating boys seemed so wrong to Kit. But at the same time having so much power over a boy intrigued him no end. Also the money was good.

Kit supposed that if he captured a boy who he really liked he could just let the lad go free. On the other hand if a boy seemed disrespectful and troublesome, well maybe Kit could castrate the little brat. Would it really be so wrong? Hadn't he taken his chances as a boy? Hadn't he played the game? Kit had known the risks and yet he had entered the playing field of his own free will. If he had lost he would have lived with the consequences. A lot of "boys" did. Keeping all that in mind was it really such a bad thing to pick up a tranquilizer gun and go hunting for boys?

At the age of 16 Kit became a hunter. The first time he bagged a boy (a pretty little 11 year old red head who had been drinking from a river) Kit was filled with the drunken pleasure of a bloodless kill. At first Kit had meant to set the little guy free. "What's your name?" Kit asked the boy as he removed the kid's jock strap and lovingly fondled the little guys rock hard three inch prick.

"Skyler," the boy replied. The boy was captured but not broken. In spite of it all the kid remained defiant. There was fire in his eyes. "Are you going to geld me?" he asked sounding almost hopeful.

"Do you want me to Skyler?" Kit replied. "Do you want to be a eunuch?" Kit had expected the boy to beg for mercy. But Skyler did not beg and Kip had his answer. Skyler was a male to eunuch transsexual. He wanted to be fixed! The realization that he had captured a boy who wanted to be a eunuch was an incredible turn on for Kit.

"Skyler," Kit said, "When I was your age I was once captured by a hunter. His name was Jon Hastings. When I was his captive Jon raped me."

"Did you like it?" Skyler asked. Kit didn't answer. Instead he pulled out his hard dick. He could see that Skyler was terrified but also intrigued. The boy could not take his eyes from Kit's powerful 16 year old cock. There was fear in the boy's eyes but also a deep longing. A hunger. A desire to be subjected.

"I'm not going to cry," the boy said. "I'm going to be brave."

"I know," Kit replied.

Three days later the time had come for Kit to nullify Skyler. He made sure to use plenty of pain killers on the boy and worked under the close supervision of a doctor. Kit didn't want anything to go wrong, but he was determined to nullify the little guy. After making the slice and finding Skyler's boyhood resting in the palm of his hand Kit passed it to the doctor for preservation.

Two days later the doctor returned Skyler's genitals to Kit who noted with satisfaction that they were perfectly preserved and totally life like. The penis stood at attention just as it had been when Kit had first seen it. Tentatively Kit touched the penis and balls, they felt just like living flesh. Mounted on a plaque and ready for display they would last a hundred years. A lasting reminder of Kit's victory. The genitals were accompanied by a fact sheet that had the name and age of their previous owner and the date and place they were harvested. Down at the bottom of the sheet was the name of the man who had taken the genitals; Kit Carson Jones. Forever more Kit would own a part of Skyler.

Over the next three years Kit took part in many more hunts. Soon his trophy case was full of treasures he had harvested from beautiful boys who he had hunted. But his collection was incomplete. There was a new boy playing the game and playing it very well indeed. The boy was a 12 year old dark haired green eyed beauty named Cody McBride. Everyone said that Cody was great. Some even said he was better than Kit had been at his age. Kit knew that there was only one way to prove himself. Kit wanted Cody McBride's boyhood in his trophy case.

Kit sat down and turned on his TV. He was startled to see that Cody was being interviewed on Oprah Winfrey. Oprah was asking the boy, "Some people are saying that you are the new Kit Carson Jones. What do you think about that?"

Cody replied, "When I was a little kid I loved Kit. He was my hero. That was before Kit sold out. That was before Kit started hunting and castrating boys. Now I hate him!

"But next week you begin a new hunt and Kit will be one of the hunters," Oprah said. "Aren't you afraid?"

"Afraid of what?" Cody asked.

"Afraid that Kit might neuter you?"

"If there is anyone who should be afraid it's Kit and not me," Cody said.

Watching from his den Kit smiled. After years of waiting he finely had a worthy opponent. Cody was a cocky little brat. Kit relished the thought of unmanning him.

(To be continued)