Licus gave little resistance when two of Martinus’ men released his bonds and started him walking toward the pillory. The testicle beating he just endured took all the steam out of him and he had resigned himself to his fate. They lashed his arms to the frame and tied his ankles far apart. His legs were spread wide and his manhood quivered in fear. He bucked and jerked in agony when they pierced his right wrist with the first spike. He screamed and cried, threatening to kill the men doing this to him. But they only spiked his other wrist, high above his head, like the right one. So he could not defend himself or even struggle very much. The spikes into his ankles were even worse. He finished screaming several minutes after they were done, and the yard went silent for a while. The only sounds were his heavy gasps for air.

Martinus walked over to him, standing eye to eye. Because his legs were spread so, Licus’ feet did not touch the ground and almost all his weight was held up by his arms.

“Licus you dog, you will suffer as much as I can devise. For I will suffer too at the Governor’s hand, for what you have done. Corporal, bring me the tools.”

Martinus reached into the tool box and pulled out a raw hide cord of about 3 feet. He tied a loop in one end making a slip knot, and grasping Licus’ scrotum, tied it around his testicles. Again going to the tool box he retrieved a good sized lead weight and tied it to the other end of the cord. This he let down slowly, pulling his testicles downward, until it stopped inches from the ground. Licus let out a low groan as the weight pulled his throbbing and swollen testicles downward, stretching his scrotum to its maximum extension. Six to eight inches from his groin. The scrotum started to turn a deeper shade of purple as the raw hide creaked. The scrotal skin was pulled very thin and the veins in it stood out. Each of the twin orbs protruding more each minute that passed. You could almost see each separate ball inside the sack. They actually looked quite beautiful, compressed like that, side by side. A perfect oval pair of pleasure eggs. Looking at them made Martinus’ own penis grow rock hard.

Licus’ face contorted in grimaces as the pain pulled on him. The sweat ran down his chest and his round firm backside, splattering on the ground. Everyone in the yard was still, watching the slow castration of the prisoner. Watching the cord and weight do its job on his genitals. Watching as his penis grew too. Finally getting fully erect as the throbbing agony of his unmanning turned into a tingling sensation that mixed pleasure and pain. Most of the men got hard and some began to squirt in their pants.

Licus grew almost delirious with the pure sensation of his testicles in agony. His head rolled and his eyes fluttered back in his head. He thrust his hips up and forward, trying to fuck the air. This caused the weight to pull harder, further paining his testicles. His penis flopped up and down. It had reached its full hardness and erection. It extended out a full 8 inches. Its skin taught around its veined shaft of man muscle. He jerked upwards once. The weight yanked up and down with a snap that put an end to his air fucking. He squealed in agony.

“It is time to speed things up a bit, Licus. After all we are here to witness a castration.” With that Martinus drew two last items out of the tool box. Six inch long, barbed steel spikes.

As the spikes got closer to his manhood, Licus begged Martinus. “Oh please do not put those into me. Pleeee..AAIIIEE!” He couldn’t finish his sentence as Martinus inserted the first spike into his left nut. He kept right on screaming as Martinus did the right ball after that.

The immediate effect of the spikes into Licus’ nuts was of course, agony producing, but the lingering effect was orgasmic. Licus started to cum. In a violent and jerking manner. His cock spurted long ropes of manjuice and the cord and weight jerked up and down. Even more violently than prior. His wounded scrotum began to rip with each jerk and his testicles came out of the sack. Actually popping out one by one. The cord slid down over the empty scrotum and tightened around the cords that held his testicles on. They hung there, suspended for a moment in time. Each separate ball, hanging with a steel spike in it. Finally as he stopped pumping juice, Martinus reached down and pulled hard on the weight. Licus balls came loose and smacked the ground between his legs. He let out a deep long grunt not so much of pain, but more pure sensation, and realization that he was no longer a man.

The Governor called out. “Now it is time for you to come into my house, Martinus, for your own trial. One on one.”

The governor had witnessed all of Matinus’ unmanning of Licus. He liked what he saw and realized that a talent for man torture that Martinus possessed was motivated by his own testicles. He should keep them, for he would be useful and entertaining.

He would use the wooden paddle on Martinus’ genitals. A long and hard beating that would take him within an inch of being gelded, but not quite. An intense experience, lasting hours, that would change Martinus forever. He would be made to cum, from the beating, three times. His testicles would grow numb after it all. He would heal after a month or two and his testicles would again produce manjuice.