Boy Scout Fishing Trip

Boy Scout Fishing Trip

            My name is Kevin and I am going to tell you about an experience I had with my Boy Scout Troop. We were invited by some millionaire to come on his yacht and to go to out for a for a weekend deep sea fishing trip.

            Of course we all were thrilled because most of us have never been on a large yacht. We live in San Francisco and were near water all of our lives but surprisingly I have never been out to sea on a boat.

            There are close to 50 boys in Boy Scout troop 259 but only 10 were in town and had permission from our parents to go on the boat trip. Our Scout Leader Mr. Smith met us at the pier at 7:00 AM. Our parents talked with Mr. Smith for a few minutes before leaving us on our own.

            The only boys allowed to go were Kenny, Mark, Billy, David, Brock, Ethan, Brian, Matt, Michael and of course me. Our ages range from 11 to 14 and we are all in different stages of development both sexually and physically.

I stayed up late packing the clothing and supplies listed for us by Mr. Smith. On the list were a swimming suit, tooth brush, toothpaste, socks, comfortable deck shoes, and a change of clothes and underwear for 2 days. Of course I remembered to take a pair of favorite sunglasses.

            We waited until all the boys had arrived before walking from the parking lot down to the boat piers. I kept scanning all the boats in anticipation of which one is to be our adventure. I saw one at the end that was clearly too large to be what I expected.

            As we neared the end there were no other boats left to see. A feeling of overwhelming excitement came into all of us boys. I could tell from Mr. Smith’s gait that he too was anxious to board the boat and get the weekend going.

            As each of us boarded the luxurious yacht Captain Stewart greeted us and directed the cabin boys to help us find our quarters. We were put 2 boys to a cabin and all on the same level. The owners had luxury suites on the upper deck and the crew one level below.

            As soon as we were all comfortable in our cabins we went back on deck to watch the crew work to move the boat out to sea. For the first time we saw the main crew and they were large men with tattoos covering their bodies.

            The engines started with a deep rumbling sound below the deck. I knew they had to be very powerful just from the sound. I asked the nearest crewman how much horsepower this boat had and he told me the engines are 3 turbocharged diesels and each puts out 5,000 horsepower driving 3 propellers.

           The boat idled out of the slip and into the channel past the buoys and soon we were underway out of San Francisco bay. For a boat 250 feet long it got up and moved very nicely with the wake being throw up from the bow.

            We were told to relax on deck and we could put on our swim suits to get a nice suntan. We wasted no time in changing and running back up to the deck. We all had a very nice suntan from working in the sun doing summer jobs. So none of us looked out of place in a swim suit, in fact we all looked quite sexy as teenage boys.

            We lounged on deck in the sun as the cabin boys waited on us for anything we needed. They were all about our age and very sexy too. I started to get a boner looking at one particularly cute blond boy with long hair and blue eyes.

            I asked the blond boy for his name and he smiled to me and said his name is Hans. He said he is from Germany and came on board to go fishing with these men and decided to stay with them.

            As the cute blond boy sat a fresh can of soda in my drink holder he glanced down at my crotch. He smiled for only a second before I saw what I thought were tears form in his blue eyes. I looked at his crotch and noticed for the first time the boy had almost no bulge in his tight swim suit.

            I knew something was wrong but I could not put my finger on it right then and there. At noon we were invited to have our lunch with the owners in the main dining room. We were told not to bother changing because we would soon return to the sun afterward.

            The dining room was the finest we have ever seen in any picture. We were shown to a seat with our name on a placard sitting on the table. The lunch was prepared by the Head Chef and his staff of other professional chefs. The lunch was a fine fillet of swordfish caught only 2 days ago in these same waters.

            Lunch was great and we all talked with the owner and his guests while eating. They had a keen interest in each of us as to how old we were and what we like to do for fun. We each answered their questions in turn around the table. It was kink of strange to answer some of the questions because they pertained to sex.

            Society says it was not considered acceptable for an adult man to talk to a teenage boy about sexual things. Since we are from San Francisco all boys are taught to be careful of gay men that want to have sex with a teenage boy.

While we were eating I was looking around the room’s walls and noticed many pictures of these same men with very large trophy fish. The fish were suspended on large hooks with the man who caught it and one of these same cabin boys standing next to the man. There was one thing that caught my eyes.

I noticed the man had his hand resting on that boy’s shoulder and the boy was totally naked. I let that thought go as I considered it might be considered normal for these boys to go nude on the boat when not in a port.

During lunch I started to feel slightly sleepy and almost fell asleep several times. I must have fallen asleep at last because when I woke I was back on deck tied to one of several mast poles on the boat. My fellow Boy Scouts were all tied up to a post in a circle with me.

            The cute cabin boys came up to us with the crew and men behind them. The boys each took out a very sharp looking knife. I started to shake in fear as Hans came to me and said to not fight it because it only makes it worse.

            Hans put the blade up my right swim suit leg and in one quick slice cut the suit open on that side and then he cut the thin strip of material at the crotch. My suit fell to my feet and I then was standing totally naked in the hot sun.

            The other cabin boys soon had my friends naked and scared to death. One by one the rich me and came by and by feeling our testicles inside our sacks, chose 2 boys for each them. I now was getting scared as to what was going to happen to us and wondered why we were being chosen and for what purpose.

            Alongside each of us was placed a small cast iron oven with glowing charcoals inside. In each bed of coals were two knives with blades turning red from the heat. The first man came up to my best friend David. He reached out to feel his penis which became hard at his touch. Then he moved his hands down to feel the outline of his balls inside his sack.

            David was trying to move away from his fondling because he was used to only me touching him while he was naked. Yes it is true that we are both gay and have been lovers for three years. Only recently have we discovered the joys of an orgasm during our sexual adventures.

            Next all of the cabin boys removed their swimming suits to reveal nice uncut teenage boy cocks. I really became scared as I noticed that Hans had a very shriveled hairless nut sack under that nice cock.

This beautiful boy has been castrated and both his testicles are gone!!! A glance at all the other cabin boys showed to me that all of them had been castrated!!

Hans took hold of my cock and quickly put his hot mouth over the head. The young teenage boy tightened his lips on my shaft and sucked like he was a vacuum cleaner. Hans next took my entire shaft into his moist mouth until his nose came to rest on my small blond pubic patch.

This teenage boy was very experienced at this and soon had me writhing in the delights of approaching orgasm. With a shout of joy I unloaded my sperm into the boy’s greedy mouth. Hans kept sucking until my balls were emptied of every drop inside them.

The blond German teenager took his full mouth off my cock and spit my teenage sperm into a waiting bowl. Then before my cock had a chance to get soft he held it straight up against my belly. A waiting crew member approached and took my balls in his left hand and forced both to the bottom of my hairless sack. With his right hand he retrieved one of the knives in the hot coals.

He put the blade to the center line of my tight sack and with a quick slice he made a long opening. The instant smell of burning flesh hit my senses before the pain reached my brain. I looked down in horror to see my scrotum open wide and my teenage testicles visible inside for the first time in my life.

My mouth went open to scream and I was joined in pain with 9 other young boys. Each one of us had our tender sacks opened at the exact same time. I suddenly realized these men have done this many times before to other helpless teenage boys.

He pushed on the sides of my sack forcing both of my balls into the warm day light. I could not help but look down between my legs at my balls. I have always wondered what they really looked like but had to be content when David and I played with them while having sex.

The man took my right ball and held it firmly in his left hand. Then he took another red hot knife from the coals and cut the outer membrane leaving my grayish blue testicle exposed. He repeated the procedure on my left nut until that testicle was hanging next to its twin.

I looked around at my other friends and looked in fascination at all the vulnerable teenaged testicles hanging between their legs. There was absolutely no blood on any of the boys from the damage performed to our sex organs. The hot blades had seared the flesh stopping any blood flow.

Kenny has the fattest balls I have ever seen on a teenage boy. He is only 13 but his testicles are bigger than mine. Billy is the 11 year old and he has very small nuts and the man working on him had a hard time getting them to come out of his sack. The rest of the boys have average sized testicles that were only slightly smaller than mine and David’s. I figured that since we have always used ours sexually they have grown fast to produce sperm.

I thought the worst was over until I saw the man that chose David and me approach with four very large and very sharp looking fishing hooks. He took hold of my left testicle and put the point next to the bottom. With a hard upward pull the hook entered my testicle, passed through the center meat and emerged out the top. The same thing was repeated to my left testicle until I stood there with my balls on hooks.

He then attached lead weights that must have been at least one pound to each leader. The weights pulled on my cords so hard I thought they would snap in half. The pain up inside my groin almost made me puke my gut out. I looked down at my testicles through teary eyes to see them swinging almost to my knees.

As soon as all the boys had their balls “baited” on their hooks the men got their poles ready to cast out. David was the first to donate his left nut to the cause as the crewman took a sharp knife in one hand, he then sliced David’s testicle from top to bottom. The outer skin parted to allow the red inside to bulge outside. Soon a clear fluid started to ooze out along with a slight amount of blood. David screamed loudly at the pain of his testicle being opened wide while still attached to his young boy body.

Next the man took the hot knife and cut the cord close to his hairless sack. The little stub of a cord snapped back inside David’s body like it was spring loaded. David did not even cry out in pain, he only sobbed in disbelief that his nut was now gone.

The man caught a 300 pound Marlin with David’s testicle. He stood next to the fish for a picture and put his hand on David’s shoulder. He then attached his line to the leader on David’s right testicle and the crewman again took the knife and cut the testicle open. Once again David screamed at the pain in his remaining testicle. The man squeezed on the boy’s sex gland until the fluid appeared along with some blood. He took the same hot knife and again burned through the teenager’s last spermatic cord.

At that very instant David’s cock stiffened more and he pumped hot jets of his teenage boy sperm into a jar held by his cabin boy. The testicle fell free from my lover’s body and I watched as his last cord snapped back inside David’s empty sack. The cabin boy took a small dressing and covered the wound in his sack to prevent infection. The cabin boy stood up and put his mouth to David’s lips and kissed him passionately. He told David that he is sorry for what happened to him.

The man tossed David’s last testicle into the sea and let it sink in the water. Almost instantly the pole bent with a huge fish on the hook. It seems to me that for some reason the scent or taste of teenage testicles quickly attracted big fish.

The fish was brought on board and another photograph was taken of the man and the fish. Kissing David, the man thanked him for donating his testicles for use as his bait. He then leaned down to suck on the tip of David’s cock long enough to bring my lover to erection.

I watched as the man working with Billy’s testicles took a large syringe filled with a clear liquid and pushed the needle into the young boy’s right nut. He slowly pushed the plunger filling the testicle with the fluid. I watched in fascination as the young boy’s testicle slowly expanded in all directions until it was the size of an apple. The man repeated the procedure on Billy’s left nut until that ball was the same size as the other.

As he run the hook through Billy’s right testicle the small boy let out a blood curdling scream of pain. A small amount of blood and the liquid came out but the boy’s nut stayed the same size. Billy jumped as the man cut the testicle from top to bottom. Billy’s small hairless body shivered as the cord attaching his right nut to his body was severed but he did not let out a sound. I guessed he was glad to have that hook and testicle off his body to release the pain.

As soon as Billy’s testicle hit the water it began to float on the surface. It took no time at all before a large shark smelling the blood and boy cum took the testicle baited hook in its mouth. The shark was hauled on board and the picture taken with the fish and the 11 year old boy. His left nut was sliced down the center and the cord severed before he had a chance to protest. The pain and the thought of being castrated was enough to bring on the first and last orgasm the young blond boy would ever have.

I was too intent on watching what was happening to all the other boys to notice that my testicles were the last to be used as “Live Bait” for the fishing trip. I felt my left nut being lifted by my cord and I saw the knife approach my sperm maker. I thought I knew what it would feel like when it was sliced open but I was all wrong.

The pain was beyond description as my left testicle split open and the insides bulged out. I heard a girlish scream of pain and suddenly realized it was coming from my own mouth. I went into shock for an instant as the pain filled my brain and body. I thought for a moment I would throw up from the pain in my belly. Then I felt something wonderful as several globs of my boy cum pulsed from my stiff cock.

My cabin boy was there to collect it with his hot mouth only this time he saved every drop and came to kiss me. He pushed his tongue between my lips and let my cum ooze from his mouth into mine. This boy is hot and cute too bad we could not have met under different circumstances. He would be very fun to get into my bed for sex.

The kiss seemed to last for an eternity and I never noticed that my right nut was being hauled up by its cord. I was in such ecstasy with the teenage blond boy that I did not mind my testicle being sliced open.

I pumped out the last sperm my body would ever produce as we continued to make love. I shuddered with pain as the red hot knife severed my right testicle’s cord and I realized I was now a nut less eunuch for the rest of my life.

I decided at that moment that if Hans could still be a sexy teenage gay boy that my testicles would not be needed either. I did not need them to make babies anyway because I never will fuck a girl or get married.

The men finished fishing with all of the boys testicles and then took pictures of each one of our empty sacks as we were still tied up. The boat owner told us we were by far the cutest boys they have ever castrated and thanked us for our donation to their pleasure.

We were each given an injection in the butt that put us out. I woke to find myself back on shore lying naked in a grassy park. It was night and we were lucky that no one found us there or we could have been raped or even killed depending on who found us in San Francisco. Many gay men love to fuck teenage boys and then torture them.

We all went to the hospital to have our opened scrotums sewn closed. The police never did find a boat by the name we remembered but there was one that matched that description. It was in international waters heading toward Japan and Asia. They searched that boat when it reached Japan but found no evidence of boys having been on board.

To my pleasant surprise I saw a cute familiar face at my hospital door. It was Hans and he told me that he and all the other cabin boys decided to leave the ship when the men were taking us on shore.

All the cabin boys had been kidnapped from European countries. They too were only supposed to go on a fishing trip but it all turned bad when the men ran out of live bait. They caught Hans jacking off and tossed the boy’s cum overboard. The nearby fish went crazy trying to get more.

Hans was forces to jack off and they used his cum to soak pieces of meat. This worked until Hans had no more cum to give that day. They got the idea that since cum came out of the boy’s testicles that they would open his hairless sack to get to his nuts. They then found out that if the testicle is opened up that boy cum would ooze from the wounded nut.

They traveled around the world looking for more helpless boys to castrate to further their fishing fun. Hans and the other boy’s were granted asylum in the United States to escape the fear of those men. Hans came to live with me in my home since my parents knew that David and I were lovers and gay.

He is still living with me and we have great sex together with David. The government is supplying us all with testosterone treatments so we can stay horny.

THE END

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