He tried to put these thoughts out of his mind as she worked on his cock; he had produced so much pre cum now that his nine inch cock was rapidly slipping in and out of her now well lubricated hand, sweat had broken out all over his body and he started to tremble and quiver as the prospective buyer bought him to the edge. He knew he was close to orgasm and the woman holding him, felt his sack tightening up as he neared his orgasm too, suddenly he grunted and from his swollen cock head shot a long line of semen, it shot high and landed over three feet in front of him, as he continued to cum she put her free hand in front of his still quivering pulsating cock head and palm upwards collected a good sample of his batter. She continued to pump him out until he staggered and almost collapsed, she then released his now satisfied cock, and began to examine her sample, smelling the young mans semen and taking a little taste, she seemed satisfied and the young man hoped he had held out long enough for her to be both impressed and satisfied with his performance. The woman then, after wiping her hand and his cum on to the tanned chest of the young man, leaving a sticky smear, left to enter discussions with the slave dealer.

As he recovered his breath he could not help noticing the sweet musty smell of fresh young semen that hung over him, that was one of the favourite things that he remembered about castrating the virile young slaves on the estate, they would grunt and struggle and curse but eventually they would nearly always shoot their last and biggest load of cum on to their bellies as he stole their balls. Sometimes if the slave had a big cock he would just for fun jack them off with his hand before nutting them, but that was in the past now, and his thoughts went back to that day five odd years ago on his sixteenth birthday, after he had nutted his first man.

He’d had an enormous erection at the time and he had thought he would cum in his trouser as they released the new eunuch slave he had just castrated, the slaves big bulls bag was still warm and quivering in his hand as they half dragged half carried the slave away. He had been waiting for the forth slave to be dragged out and strapped to the bench, he was eager to see that beautiful nineteen year olds body struggling and flexing before been stretched out on it, with his legs spread wide and with that virile ten inch cock he had stroked the day before, standing up waiting for the knife to cut open the silky smooth sack and take out those two big balls. He was hoping his father would let him be the one to do the castration of that slave too; he wanted to see that big veiny cock with its velvety helmet head spit out the slaves last orgasm as he cut out those kiwi fruit sized testicles he had so gently fondled the previous day.

He had been disappointed when his father had started to pack away the knives and cords, there was to be no more castration that day it appeared. When they had finished clearing up, the father had unlocked the door to the last male slaves cell and instructed him to follow them, the young slave stepped cautiously out into the sun still unsure if it was not a trick to get him onto the castrating bench. But they were already walking away so the slave followed, he had turned and watched this nineteen year old slave following, he had a beautiful body and the muscles worked under his golden tan as he walked, the slaves cock was up hard in a slight curve, with a big purple helmet head bobbing about on the end and the veins stood out clearly on it, he’d had an almost desperate urge to suck on that cock as he watched it. He knew his own cock was dripping now, looking at this handsome young slave he had hoped would be his to castrate.

He had wondered where his father was taking him and the slave when they finally reached one of the slave quarters and went in. Once inside he saw a young slave girl of seventeen or so who was obviously waiting for them, he could see she was now staring at the new slave, who had followed them in, and was now standing naked in the room, still sporting a ten inch hard on, the girl was staring at it, and he thought he could detect a smile or at least pleasure on her face.

His father had spoke to him then, “we did not castrate this young slave because I bought him to stud, he will breed with all our female slaves, and this will be one of your responsibilities in future, deciding which females slaves to join him too. I think his off spring will bring good prices at the market, he is a prime example and will stud well, we will watch him service this slave girl now and check he can do the work I bought him for”.

His father had looked too the male slave and said “you will cover her” and pointing to the young girl had said “be gentle with her, we will be checking when you cum, so no sham orgasms”.

It was but a few minutes before the slave wench was stripped naked and on her back over a table, he had been mesmerized, he had seen horses and animals mate but never slaves, he watched as the male slave slowly kissed and nibbled the slave girls neck and worked his way down to her big breasts, he could see her nipples were hard pebbles under the buck slaves tongue and teeth. As the male slave slowly rose above the wench he could see that his big ten inch cock was quivering and pulsating in anticipation, the wench wrapped her long legs around the buck and she was murmuring encouragement to him, suddenly as that big cock head found her slimy slit she tossed back her head and moaned loudly. The buck’s big ten inch cock slowly disappearing into the girl’s body and then with a final thrust the buck was fully implanted in her. He began thrusting in and out of her, his butt cheek muscles flexed with each thrust, he would bring his cock almost out and then ram it back into the girl, very soon the slaves body was shiny with sweat and his pace built up until he was grunting with each thrust.

His father had instructed him to feel for the slaves balls, he had reached up between the slaves legs and gently cupped his big bulging scrotum and slowly massaged the slaves balls as he felt them squirming and churning in their sack as the slave rapidly approached his climax, suddenly the slave wench started to keen and moan loudly, this had surprised him, the male slave was grunting louder and his ball bag had suddenly tightened up, then with three final and ecstatic thrusts he threw back his head, buried himself into her as deep as he could, and shot into her, his cum started to leak out of the girl around the bucks big cock and the boy could clearly see that there was no chance the impaled girl had not been inseminated by the stud slave. As the male slave recovered and lifted up off the female slowly withdrawing from the girl his cock had been wet and shiny, and it was now only semi hard, as it popped out of her it had hung heavy and sated in front of the slave’s balls.

His father had been satisfied with the new slave’s performance and commented how much the slave wench had appeared to enjoy her mating, his father had looked down at his sons trouser front, where his arousal was tenting out the material and asked him if he thought he could have made her moan with pleasure. He had answered he didn’t know if he could, but that he was eager to try, his father had considered this thoughtfully, then said, come on we will bath before lunch.

When they had approached the bath house his father had told him it was time for him to learn his last role as a slave owner, as he opened the door he had said “happy sixteenth birthday son here is your present I hope you like it”. Standing by the steaming bath was the eighteen year old slave girl that they had bought the previous day, she was completely naked and her golden skin seemed to glow; his father had turned and was already walking away when he had yelled after him “thank you father this is the best gift ever”.

He had enjoyed that bath and the days that followed, and on the third day after his birthday he had reported to his father that the girl had moaned in pleasure. He had thought the blond slave girl was the best thing ever at the time, and had spent hour’s everyday with her until finally his father had surprised him one night by sending the young male stud slave to his bedroom.

The slave had stood silently in front of him and slowly unbuttoned and removed his shirt and then dropped and stepped out of his trousers so that he was now standing naked before him in the flickering lamp light, his body was ribbed with fine muscle and his big heavy cock had hung thick and heavy beneath wash board abs. “Your father has ordered me to attend to your needs this night and to share your bed” he had not believed it at first, but as the slave slowly began to undress him and then caress him he had silently thanked his father for his insight, he had known his son had wanted this young buck, wanted to suck on that big thick cock.

It became apparent that this young slave was familiar with, and trained in pleasuring his male owners, the slave’s skin had been silky smooth and warm under his fingers as he felt the slabs of muscle on his flanks and chest and when his fingers reached down to stroke the slaves big cock into life it was almost hot to the touch. He still recalled the memory with pleasure, the night he had taken that handsome nineteen year old man into his bed, he recalled the feel and taste of the slaves mushroomed cock head in his mouth, and his own tongue swirling around the helmet head as its owners beautifully muscled body shuddered in release, the salty taste flooding into his mouth as the slaves big ten inch cock pulsated erupting and shot cum onto his tongue for the first time, he had slurped and swallowed it all.

Afterwards that same thoroughbred body had rippled and shone in the dim light as he had laid face down on the bed to allow his owner to mount him, he had pushed his sixteen year old oiled and rock hard cock in between the cheeks of the male slave penetrating him, the young slave had grunted as he had thrust deep into him, it had been so arousing having that older, well proportioned mature male body squirming beneath him as he thrust towards his own orgasm. Eventually he had gripped the buck slave’s well muscled shoulders and thrust as deep as he could, threw back his head and emptied his balls deep into the buck’s body with a moan of pleasure.

But that was all in the past and he would never again have that power over a slave, as it was now he that was a slave, and would be under the power of his owner, who ever that would be. The woman was arguing with the slave dealer now trying to get the price down, he felt like yelling to her, just pay the money he his asking for you stupid bitch and let me keep my balls so you can enjoy my hard cock, but just then the woman refused the dealers final offer and walked off.

God no, come back he wanted to yell after her, but she walked off with out so much as looking back. This was a disaster he knew, there was almost no chance that any other buyer would buy him and not empty his bag, almost as if to prove this a man in his mid thirties now approached him along with the dealer. “Nice looking young buck this one, what is his background”, the prospective buyer said to the slave dealer.

“Recently made a slave but a good quiet buck, you will have no trouble with him I think, he has been no trouble for me at least, he is worth every cent I am asking for him too, good body, would make a good stud slave to breed with or he would be good in your own bed if you like a hot young buck wriggling and squirming under you”.

The buyer was running his hand down the young slaves flank and then across his ribbed abs and then held his thick semi rigid cock up for inspection and grunted, “he has cum recently, he has jism dripping from the slit in his cock head and it is smeared all over him”.

“Yes there is a woman who is interested in him as a servant, she just now jacked him off, he just stood there as calm as you like, let her do it without a murmur, he really is a quiet buck this one you wont be disappointed with him”.

“A servant eh, yeh right, there was only one thing she wanted him to service with that big cock, and don’t worry I am not bothered he is a new slave and may be a bit wild, once I have spread his legs and cut these big balls out for him he will be quiet enough, that will knock the wild spirit out of him, if I buy him that is, I will think about it”.

As they walked away he thought too himself, I can’t blame him for wanting to nut me, if it was I in his place buying me, a new slave who would be a bit head strong, it’s what I would have done.

He had now accepted his fate, he knew he would be bought by a man, if not that one, one like him, and he would suffer the same fate as he had so casually in the past handed out to other young male slaves without so much as a thought for them. He would feel a strong cord of leather noosed around his bag of stones, it would be jerked tight strangling his testicles and cutting off the blood supply to them, then his bag would be cut open with a razor sharp knife and his nuts would be dragged out by their cords and torn from his body.

Only a few months ago he had been engaged to be married too the daughter of a neighbouring estate owner, he had been fucking her for a few months and they had decided to get married and start a family, she was a year younger than him and it was set to be the wedding of the year, that is when it all unraveled and he had ended up a slave rather than been a slave owner.

He cursed his father again for the hundredth; no make that the thousandth time, it had been a warm day the day his father had dropped dead from a heart attack in the kitchen of their house it was almost a month ago. The family had arranged his funeral and all the neighbours had attended offering their sympathies to his mother, they had just started to get their lives together after the funeral when the court bailiffs had arrived. They informed him and his mother that his father had been almost bankrupt and that now he was deceased the creditors were calling in the loan and intended to claim all the assets of his fathers business and would sell them off to cover his debts.

He had asked if he could attempt to take over the estate and some of his fathers debts, the bailiff had looked embarrassed and muttered he had better show the young man some of his father mortgages, he handed him an official looking document of mortgagee with a list of assets on it, he had flickered over this when his own name had stood out and caught his eye, one nineteen year old male valued at a 100 gold pieces.

He had not needed to ask, his father had mortgaged him as an asset almost two years previously. “I am sorry young man but you are a listed mortgaged asset, as a result you are now the legal property of your father’s creditors, and I am sure they will not release you from this, you are a young good-looking boy and will bring good money at a slave auction, so they would be stupid not to sell you for what your father mortgaged you for, as a matter of fact I am instructed by them to seize you this day as their asset and for the estate brand to be placed upon you, and to place you along with all the other estate slaves in the hands of their slave dealer who is to bring you all to sale however he see’s fit so as to realise as much money for the creditors as possible”.

He could still remember the burning sear as the small estate brand was burnt into his flesh under his arm, so as to not disfigure the asset, straight after they had branded him the dealer and his foremen had debated whether it would be better to castrate the young slave now or leave him intact for sale.

“I don’t think anyone is going to buy a young buck like this and leave his balls in do you, lets just put him over that rail there and I will cut the young bucks bag and empty it for him, that way he will be healed when we go to sell him’ said the foremen.

The dealer had responded “you may be right and he would certainly be less of a worry if we castrated him now, but he has a good body and he is well hung a big cock and balls, we could get a good price off someone who wants a wild young buck to break in for his bed, or who needs a breeder, anyway a lot of buyers like to castrate their own young bucks, you know a gelded young man always respects and submits best to whoever it was who wielded the knife when his balls were taken”.

“Yes all that is true, but yesterday this slave buck was running the estate, it would be better all round if we took the fight out of him now, look at his sack hanging there low and heavy just begging for the knife, he has a perfect set to be cut out, you know he will cut well with very little risk, and he is the perfect age for gelding, I say lets get it over and done with for his own good, poor bastard knows he will be stretched out on his back with his legs spread eventually so lets put him out of suspense and get on with it”.

Thank god the dealer had considered this advice and decided to keep him whole for sale as a buck slave, at least he still had his balls now, and he had at least one more good orgasm courtesy of the tight bitch that wouldn’t pay what the dealer had asked for him.

He knew though he would have one more intense sexual experience when his new owner stretched him out spread eagled and grasped his sack and made the first cut, he would ejaculate his last ever cum onto his belly, just like all the young male slaves had done for him when he cut into their bags.