The Brothers (part 2 of 2)

Murray was a meticulous accountant and he put that attention to detail to work as he developed his plans. In the end he couldn’t believe his luck the way things had worked out. He had several clients who ran S&M services and Brandon, the most sleazy and corruptible of them all, was intimately familiar with the sexual fetishes of Stuart Fraser. And those sexual fetishes ran deep into the CBT area, so far in fact that banding had become a fundamental part of his sex play.

The hardest part of all was convincing Wayne how to approach the scene.

“Your brother will only agree to be banded if we follow his instructions exactly. That’s what Brandon - my client - said. It’s the same scenario every time. He gets his kicks from being tied up with someone else - another slave to use his words - and being in a room where both he and the other slave get banded by a guy in leather gear. There’s no other option, we have to do it.”

“Look, I know he’s got his kinks and we don’t want to throw him off guard. And sure, the masks are necessary so he doesn’t know who we are” agreed Wayne reluctantly. “But what’s all this about me wearing a spandex bodysuit? And Christ, what makes you think you should be doing the banding anyway? Come on, this is my brother and if anyone’s gonna crush his nuts it should be me.”

Murray was ready for that question. He had to make sure he was in control, not Wayne.

“Quit thinking about the suit, it’s what turns this faggoty brother or yours on. And it works for us anyway - a bodysuit with a built-in mask is going to keep this completely anonymous.” He dismissed Wayne’s concern about wearing poofy clothing as an irrelevant matter and focused on the more serious one.

“But the reality is it has to be you that’s the observer. Think of the worst scenarios - something goes wrong and Stuart needs to be taken to hospital. Or someone disturbs us. Or he gets a hint of what’s going to happen. Whoever’s in charge of the scene will have to act and act quickly. And that’s probably going to mean taking off the mask. Now if it’s me that’s fine. I’ll live with it. Stuart’ll just think it’s a coincidence that I’m into bondage as well. But if it’s you, well hey. That’s it mate - you’d really be in the shit then.... No one’s gonna say that Wayne Fraser tried to castrate his brother out of the goodness of his heart. When money’s at stake people are going to get mighty suspicious mighty quickly.”

Wayne was an outstanding football jock and farmer with a powerful body and rugged features. But he was not good at identifying hidden agendas. After all, Murray had been his football buddy during high school and was the financial advisor for the farm, so he had Wayne’s interest at heart. He also knew a hell of a lot more about S&M sex - because of what his clients told him - than Wayne, so he was in a better position to know what to do.

“Ok, fine. Just make sure I can see exactly what happens when you clip the castration ring on his balls. This is something I’m going to want to remember for a long time to come”. So he agreed to follow Murray’s advice and play the part of a spandex-clad slave in a downtown S&M dungeon. It was a bizarre scenario but he had to admit, somewhere in the darkest recesses of his mind, this was an almighty turn-on. Watching his old buddy castrate Stuart just like a bull calf on the farm. And waiting. Waiting for Stuart to realise that this would not be a game. That he wasn’t playing with other gays in a fantasy scene, but instead with two real men. Two real men who would relieve him of his manhood permanently.

After that everything had gone smoothly. Wayne and Murray drove to the deserted warehouse late on Saturday night. They changed quickly into the gear supplied by Brandon. Wayne’s silver spandex suit clung like film to his rural muscles. The bulge in his crotch left little to the imagination and the hood, which Murray pulled firmly into place before closing the seal, transformed him from a farmer into a featureless plaything. There were three holes - two eye slots and one for the mouth. Murray’s leather gear was more simple - black pants, shirt, jacket, gloves and a sadistic bondage mask.

Carrying a pack loaded with gear - including Wayne’s own eze bander from the farm with its latex loops and metal rings - they entered the small room in the basement. Stuart, with a body buffed from hours at the gym, was waiting in an identical silver spandex suit to the one prepared for Wayne.

After a terse acknowledgement the action began.

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“Your slave goes first” Stuart instructed “that’s what we agreed”. He handed Murray the leather handcuffs and pointed to the wall restraints. “Let’s see you at work, Sir.”

Murray took the restraints and turned to Wayne. “Ok Boy, do what you’re told and you won’t feel a thing. Let‘s show our friend here what you‘re made of.” Through the eye-holes of the spandex hood Wayne’s eyes widened like saucers. What was Murray up to? Surely he should take control and insist that Stuart go first. But he dared not raise his objection in front of Stuart or he’d give the game away. Slowly he held out his arms, looking at Murray for a hint of reassurance. All he could make out were a pair of dark eyes staring at him through narrow slits in Murray’s leather bondage mask.

“There, nice and comfortable“. Murray fastened the leather belts around Wayne’s thick wrists and clipped them onto a hanging chain, then he pulled the chain so Wayne’s arms were raised directly above his head. Before Wayne knew what was happening Murray kicked his legs apart, nearly throwing him off balance, and snapped on ankle restraints that were fastened to the wall. The big farm worker was as helpless as a lamb.

“Now, lets see what we’ve got today.” Murray reached down to Wayne’s crotch and felt for the zipper. It was so tiny Wayne hadn’t noticed the suit had a fly that reached right between his legs. Now Murray pulled the metal tab slowly, letting the silver spandex come apart and expose Wayne’s oversize cock and balls. He grunted nervously as Murray pulled at his scrotum, forcing his balls to the bottom of his sac.

“You’ve got a good one there, almost as big as yours truly” Stuart grinned, smiling at the package Murray had exposed. “Wait, before you get the ring I want this to go on.” He handed Murray a plastic ball gag with a rubber strap. “We don’t want any uncontrolled moans now. Keep it real quiet.” Before Wayne could close his mouth Murray had thrust the ball into the spandex mouth-hole and between his teeth. The strap tightened at the back of his head, sealing the ball between his lips like a cork.

“Now for the best part”. Stuart’s voice was getting higher as the excitement built in his groin. His hand reached down and began rubbing his cock while Wayne loaded the eze banding tool.

“Don’t worry slave, not much to it. Simple. You know how it goes. And I’ll be with you all the way.” Stuart laughed at Wayne, hanging silently as the castration tool was loaded. His attention then moved to Murray and he became entranced by Murray’s adeptness at loading the tool. “I can see you’ve done this many times before” he congratulated the master of the scene.

It was true. Murray had bought his own eze over the internet several years ago and knew exactly what to do. The thick brown latex band slipped over one of the long metal prongs. He pulled it gently, careful not to let it slide as he stretched the band over the second prong. Then he carefully looped it over the metal hook in the middle. The hook that was designed to stretch the band so tightly over a male’s scrotum that no blood could enter or leave again.

The next step was cranking the handle several times to retract the hook. This opened the band far enough to slip over Wayne’s balls. “Come on, you know the drill” he quietly growled when Wayne involuntarily pulled back towards the wall. “Nice and easy. Don’t struggle, it’s all gonna be over in a matter of seconds.”

When the stretched band had been manoeuvred over the ballsac and level with the neck of Wayne’s scrotum Murray curled his gloved forefinger and thumb around the neck and held it fast as he jerked the eze backwards. With a small snap the band was forced off the two prongs and closed around its ultimate catch.

“Good. Just the right place. Now my friend, are you watching?” Murray turned to Stuart on the bed and was amused to see the boy was fully erect and pumping himself excitedly. “Don’t worry, it’ll be your turn in a minute.” Then he growled in a deep voice “you can play with yourself but don’t you even think of cumming. If I see any seed on that bed you’re going to be praying for mercy, boy.”

Stuart smiled meekly. “Don't’ worry, I’m in control. You just work your magic with the eze and geld that slave of yours. Sir.”

“Right oh. And........” with one hand on the metal lever Murray gripped the t-handle and gave it an almighty yank. The hook raced through the hole at one end of the eze, threading the rubber band like cotton through a needle. Except the band was wrapped around Wayne’s scrotum which prevented it from slipping through the hole entirely. Instead the band was forced to stretch around the neck of the scrotum, pulling the skin tighter and tighter against the cold metal.

“Gotcha!” Murray released the t-handle and started cranking the lever, which was used to ratchet the hook back as far as it could go. It only took eight pumps to stretch the band to its maximum, now a thin strip of rubber over 30 centimetres long. “And the clip...” The final act was smashing the metal clip sitting inside the eye of the eze - it would hold the band in place around the scrotum until its handiwork was completed - and slicing the wastage rubber off. As soon as the razor blade touched the band the wastage snapped like elastic towards the scrotum and Murray pulled the tool free.

“And that, my boy, is how easy it is to geld a man.” Murray smiled at Wayne’s now fully erect cock. “Looks like someone’s a happy chappy. I wonder how long that’ll last.” He smirked at the eyes behind the spandex hood. “Just what you wanted. Happy? Yeah, I’m sure you are.”

Wayne was stunned. What the fuck was Murray up to? He’d better get that band around Stuart’s sac damned fast. Didn’t he know the bands took only a few minutes to kick into effect? Many times he’d watched the bulls react to the rubber rings once they had been sealed over the sacs. Initially there was never a reaction - the animals were calm and walked around the yards wondering what had been done to them. But after a few minutes their tails were flicking and they started looking mighty uncomfortable. The searing pain was enough to make the toughest of bulls flinch with fear and confusion.

The only sensation Wayne had felt so far was a short sharp sting as the band had tightened around the neck of his scrotum. He was surprised at how the pain had immediately faded when the ring stopped closing. The result was an almost comfortable feeling of firmness around his nutsac. Still, he couldn’t understand why Murray had banded him so completely. Surely Stuart wouldn’t have noticed if the ring hadn’t been stretched to its absolute maximum?

Wayne watched with relief as Murray reached for the remaining leather handcuffs and wrapped them around Stuart’s hands. “Now you’ve seen the steer being made, time to try it first hand” he smiled. The boy had unzipped his spandex suit’s crotch long ago and his cock and balls were already deep red with excitement. “Do me Sir. I’m yours.” He impressed Murray with the eagerness with which he immobilised himself for Murray’s pleasure.

Several minutes passed as Murray tied Stuart to the remaining wall restraint and readied the eze for its simple task. “Business as usual” Murray reassured his second victim as he snapped the band off the eze prongs and yanked back the t-handle. This time it took only 5 pumps to completely seal off the scrotum. “Atta boy, nice ’n easy” he said through the leather mask as the metal ring was crimped around the rubber and the final cut was made.

“Well done boys. You made it real easy for me!” Murray stepped back and admired his two slaves, smooth and feminised in their spandex suits. Stuart was leaning back against the wall, focusing on the numb feeling engulfing his ballsac. His brother wasn’t so docile. How could he warn Murray about the time limit? How could he make him hurry up? The more he struggled and guffawed into the ball gag, the slower Murray seem to take. Already 15 minutes had gone by and a burning sensation was developing above his banded nuts.

“Now, who first?” Murray eyed Wayne, then his little brother. “Paying customers get priority”. He reached into the pocket of his leather pants and pulled out an orange durex condom. It didn’t take him long to open the sachet and ready the rubber in front of Stuart’s throbbing head. “Here we go. The seed-catcher.” As his gloved hands unrolled the film over Stuart’s uncircumcised cock Stuart groaned in erotic pleasure, trying his hardest not to come. It had been three weeks since his last orgasm - ever since Brandon at the Dungeon had contacted him and suggested tonight’s arrangements.

“Careful, I don’t want any of my seed spilt” he warned.

“Don’t fucking tell me my job. You just get ready to be nutted” Murray growled. When he was sure the condom was in place he reached into the napsack for some lube and began rubbing the gel over Stuart’s prick. He tugged at the long cock, gently at first, then harder, faster. Stuart’s trapped balls swung wildly between his legs, the neck of his scrotum reduced to a narrow tube of vulnerable skin. His groans of ecstasy were matched by Murray’s rapid breathing.

By the time Stuart was ready to come it was over 30 minutes since his banding and the ring had numbed his balls completely. Murray removed one leather glove to check the temperature of Stuart’s balls. “Ok, I reckon you’re ready to become a steer for good. Lets get them off.” He pulled a thin wire and a pair of small spring-loaded pliers out of his bag, with curved blades sharp enough to cut through any surface. With menacing efficiency he looped the wire just below the eze band and pulled it taught. “Now, give it all you’ve got, boy.”

With renewed intensity he started jerking Stuart’s cock. As his left hand tightened firmly around the engorged penis Murray’s right hand reached for the pliers and positioned the blades just below the eze band and above the wire noose. “Watch closely, Slave” he challenged Wayne, turning his head and searching his old buddy for a reaction. “This is what you’ve come to see. You don’t want to miss it.” The Spandex hood concealed Wayne’s agony. Agony mixed with appalled curiosity. His brother was not only letting himself be castrated - he was actually encouraging Murray to slice off his balls. A handsome man, an impressive build, yet he was begging a stranger to neuter him. “God should never have given him balls in the first place“ Wayne sneered impotently into his ball gag.

“Come on, come on, come on....... yeah, yeah, YESSSSSSS!” Stuart’s skull throbbed as the orgasm shook his whole body. Squirt after squirt of warm cum pumped into the latex condom as he cried out in excitement. And suddenly a metal clicking noise. CLACK. Murray had released the pliers safety latch, knowing that the internal spring would effortlessly close the razor sharp blades. In less than a second the job was done. Stuart had been neatly gelded. Forever.

“Good boy. Easy.” Stuart’s balls, trapped in the tied-off scrotum, fell to the floor with a dull thud. But Murray’s attention stayed with the condom and its contents. Slowly he slid it off the shaft, then held it up to the light. Stuart’s seed had filled almost one third of the latex sheath. “Impressive, boy” he exclaimed, truly surprised that a faggot could be so fertile. “Excellent milking. Excellent FINAL milking.” He smiled and tied off the end of the condom. “Now, what did you want done with this? The freezer?”

Stuarts’ orgasm had quickly abated. The pain in his lower groin was growing, although there was no blood and the rubber band was effectively numbing what was left of his scrotum. It took him a moment to realise what Murray had said. “Yes, in the corner there’s a container on the bottom shelf of the freezer. Drop the rubber in that. It will freeze over night and be ready to collect in the morning.”

Murray scooped Stuart’s balls off the floor and sealed them in an airtight plastic bag. As he went to deposit the condom in a metal container in the freezer Wayne tried to make sense of the situation. What was happening? Why had Murray stored his brother’s seed? His mind raced over the possibilities. Clearly the two of them had planned something behind his back. Why? Was it the only way Stuart would agree to be castrated and maintain his silence - if his sperm was stored for the future? And if so, why hadn’t Murray mentioned this before? It was hard to think with the latex band cutting into his skin, burning it like a hot iron. He couldn’t see his balls but he knew from experience that by now - almost an hour after being tied off - they would be deep purple and very cold. Murray would have to release him immediately for there to be any hope.

Instead Murray walked over towards him with the thin menacing wire and KY jelly. “Now my friend. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this. A big stud like yourself. When we castrated bulls on your parents’ farm you used to joke about banding me, turning me into a steer so I wouldn’t steal your girlfriends. Well, to you it was probably a one-second thought. But it’s stayed with me through the years. The idea, the fantasy of one man gelding another. Dominating another man. And look at you now. Shooting blanks. Turns out you’re no stud after all. Your physical strength has been betrayed by sterility.”

Wayne watched in horror as Murray tied the metal wire around his scrotum and lubed up his prick. “No need to have a condom with you, my friend. Not a lot worth saving, is there?” There was no need for Murray to feel the ballsac with his bare hands - Wayne‘s testicles were already black from lack of circulation.

Stuart watched, captivated by the scene and Wayne’s fruitless attempts to struggle. “Come on, relax. This cutter knows what he’s doing. You’ll be a eunuch, free of testosterone and all that goes with it. Enjoy it mate!”

Just as Murray massaged Wayne’s prostate his body was gripped with an involuntary spasm. As soon as the first shots of cum fell onto the floor the room echoed from another loud metal CLACK. The pliers had castrated again. An entire genetic pool was no more. Wayne screamed into his gag, sounding like nothing more than a muffled growl.

“Ohh, real nice job. Yeah!!” Stuart’s erection had returned, despite the vacuum between his legs. He watched Murray deposit Wayne’s scrotum and its contents into a second airtight bag. “You’ve done well - definitely worth the $10,000 fee. Untie me and I’ll write you out the check right now”.

“Yeah, well, I was going to have a word to you about that. Slave.” Murray smiled dryly underneath his bondage mask as he slipped the second set of balls into his jacket pocket. He strode across the room towards the freezer.

“When I was planning tonight I gave your predicament a lot of thought. A scene, you asked for, a final castration scene where you lost your balls. But your final shoot was to be captured for.... what? Impregnating a couple of lesbians??” He grinned at the surprised look on Stuart’s face.

“What, how did you know...?”

“Oh come on. This is a small community. And you’re a well known member.” He reached into the freezer and removed the orange condom from its protective box. “It takes a lot to sire another human being. And you know what? I just don’t think a faggot should be spreading his weakened seed.”

Stuart’s face compressed in anger and helplessness behind the spandex hood. A chill of panic swept through his body as he watched the condom being stretched tightly around Murray’s gloved finger. His seed, his only remaining seed, was in serious jeopardy. “Fuck you. You’re getting nothing if that sperm doesn’t get successfully frozen. I’m warning you....” He wrestled with the leather cuffs but could not break lose.

“No. I’m warning you” Murray growled, winding the latex sheath so tightly around his finger now that the sperm inside bulged out in a lump. “I figure there’s only one place for this little white fluid, and it certainly ain’t in any woman.” Using the pliers he sliced off the tied end of the condom, raised it up and poured its still warm contents out into the palm of his left leather glove. “It’s just not worth saving. Nope. Better to put it back where it belongs.” He smiled at the desperate homo in the latex suit. Casually Murray wiped his right index finger in the pool of thick cum and moved towards his first eunuch. “Here we go, open up. Come on, wider, WIDER!” Stuart tried to close his mouth but Murray had forced two gloved fingers between his teeth. Then in went the right finger, deep into Stuart’s throat covered in white cum. “Suck it up, boy. Faggot! There now, good little steer. That‘s the way.” Murray whispered aggressively, his strong hands forcing the gelded slave into submission. Stuart had no option but to swallow, ingesting the last of his fertile seed.

“Good. Suck it up. There, just the way it should be. ‘Gay boy sucks own seed before beginning life as a gelded slave’ - I can see the headlines now!” He laughed to himself as he ran his finger around the inside of Stuart’s mouth, ensuring all the cum had been wiped away.

“Well, your balls are trophies enough boys” he said, patting the two sealed bags in his pocked before throwing the remaining gear in his bag. “No fee required. Well, I don‘t want to be too greedy. Considering what I‘ve already taken out of the Fraser estate over the last few years.”

“And in case you‘re wondering I’ve instructed Brandon to visit tomorrow afternoon & see how you’re doing. It’ll be worth the wait - you’re both going to have something to talk about when he releases you, I’m sure.”

Murray cackled in a baritone voice as he moved out towards the door, leaving the two castrated Fraser brothers alone in the dark room. There was one more thing to collect before he headed to the airport and his international flight - the video that was in the roof camera which recorded the entire session. It was bound to be a good money earner in the dungeons of Europe...

(I’ve also written Banded (parts 1-3) and Joint Effort. Any comments - good or bad - would be great. E-mail me - [email protected])