Jon's Story 4. Jon Looses His Balls

About a week after the trader's visit, one afternoon, Master Jack took Jon aside, and said

"Because you have been a good slave, you can have one last little treat."

He led Jon into a room and lay him down on the bed. He put his hand over Jon's cock and balls, and said,

"You can jerk off if you like - it will be the last time before you are cut."

The thought of the gelding and the slavery gave Jon a hard. Also, as he had obeyed Master jack's instructions and not jerked off for the last week, his organ was ripe; his balls were full and itching to dispense their load. He pulled the foreskin back and forward over the purple head, and the pressure built up. He tried to slow it, but the ejaculation occurred all too soon. The white slime flew up over his chest and shoulder, even into his hair. And that was it; the moment of sublime pleasure was all too brief. He tried again, and with much coaxing managed a second, lesser orgasm.

Jon lay back on the bed, and thought to himself

"This is my last chance; I am not shackled, I could walk out of the house." But he was naked and it was now December. The front of the house was heavily secured, even if he got past the masters or the slave trader, there were others around. What would he do naked and on the street? Jon was apprehensive, but still excited.

Master Jack came back into the room, saw that Jon had satisfied himself, and led the slave down into the cellar. He shaved the hair off Jon's balls as well as the tuft of hair above his prickle. He then showered Jon, paying particular attention to his doomed balls.

"You had better have a piss," he said and pushed Jon towards the toilet. Jon had his last piss as a male and Jack led him into another chamber. He handcuffed his hands behind his back, put a collar round his neck, and tethered him to a ring on the wall, and told him to wait. A few minutes later, another youth was led into the room, similarly prepared, but also gagged. He was struggling, and the whip was being used liberally to control him.

Then the trader walked into the room, with the cutter. He eyed up both of his victims, and said

"Ill take the fair one first he will be easier. Can you drug the other one as he is going to struggle!"

Mike and Jack then propelled Jon into another room with the gelding table set up and ready. Jon flinched, tried to hold back, and begged for mercy, but his fate was decided. Jon was pushed up on to the table, his legs splayed apart and shackled to special rings, his hands uncuffed and pulled on to similar rings so that they were stretched above his head. A plastic pad was pushed beneath his buttocks, forcing his crotch upwards. Master Jack then washed Jon's balls in a strong smelling disinfectant

The cutter came into the chamber and went straight to Jon. He took out a syringe, and stuck the needle into the slave just by his prickle. It was local anaesthetic, and Jon saw a lot was being pressed into him .Jon was again examined in the most intimate way. The hands expertly, but this time quite roughly prodded and squeezed the slave's flesh . The man paid particular attention to Jon's balls, which he played up and down in their sac. He then took Jon's hard prickle and pulled the foreskin back and forwards. Already the anaesthetic was working and the little cock sagged downwards. The other men chuckled. The man let go of the prickle and slapped Jon's thigh. He then grabbed it, and taped it to Jon's belly, muttering that this was to keep it out of the way of the knife .Gradually a numbness was spreading around Jon's crotch; his sex organ was now without feeling, helpless and prostrate; ready to be cut.

"This will be an easy job, " the cutter said "they are small, but well formed, they will come out easily."

That was it. He was now prepared for castration , before, he might have had a chance to escape, but after castration, there would be no point. He was now a helpless slave. In a few minutes, he would be a eunuch.

For a moment the men looked over the slave and admired his slender, well proportioned but soft body totally helpless andprostrate.

"Yes, this is a good looking boy, who will fetch a good price if all goes well."

The cutting soon started. First he cut a small incision into the right scrotum, He then gently pulled out the testicle. He tied up the blood vessel, then cut all the cords. He then placed the small ball into a metal dish. The cutter then carefully stitched back the skin of the ball sac. He then repeated the process on the left side and told Jon as he cut the last cord.

"You are now a eunuch, boy."

The left testicle joined the right one in the dish, and the sac was stitched up. The cutter then put antiseptic over the wound, then ointment and then dressings. Jon was now a eunuch. He heard the cutter announce this to the other men, who crowded round to see the detached balls. Jon had not seen the work being done; all he could see was the ceiling above him.

The Master patted his new eunuch on the head and said "Good boy, you are worth a lot of money now."

Jon was then left on the table for a few minutes. He was in a daze, and somehow didn't believe that he had just been gelded. He was then unshackled and gently lifted off the table and led into a nearby room, and laid down on a bed.

As he was led out, he heard them say, now the fun will really start; they were about to drag the other boy into the room to be emasculated, and they knew that he would fight to save his manhood.

Master Mike injected some drug into Jon's buttock, and Jon fell into a fitful sleep. He had unpleasant dreams about running away from danger and other dreams about the knife shredding his balls; but it was too late; they were gone forever.