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The Burdizzo It's all true, all of it. Last year, at nineteen, I got castrated, and I don't know even now who did it to me. I've got my ideas of course, but the problem is that there are a lot of possibilities. Way too many actually. I guess I should have seen it coming, the way I was acting, but I didn't, and so, well, now that its been done there isn't much I can do about it. I know somewhere somebody's lauhing their ass off, but I don't know who, and I guess I never will. Shit it hurt! When it did happen I screamed and struggled and begged. Still, they nutted me, and I knew it was happening and yet I was totally powerless to do anything about it. They were big men, and I had never seen them before, and yet they didn't waste any time and they didn't take very long. Perhaps it was Kathy whats-her-name's husband that searched me out? I guess it could have been him, and he sure wasnt happy when he found out his wife had been cheatin' on him. But hell, I was only fourteen when she rode my pole that first time, and since that was my first fuck it really wasn't my fault. I was just a paper boy, and she had come onto me. I was scared shitless, that much I remember, but she had shown me her tits and I had stared at them and it had all gone from there. She let me feel em, and then after that she went down on her knees and undid my pants. God. Yeah...fourteen, and an afternoon I'll never forget. More than one actually. Yeah, she sucked me, sucked me off more than a dozen times, and I fucked her and she road me and I squirted my teenage load into her so many times. Yeah, it was just a great time for a young teenage guy, and I would have done the paper route for free after I started fucking her. But eventually her husband caught onto it, and then when he caught me, well, when he walked into that bedroom while I was pumping my teenage cock into his wife's dripping vagina, all hell broke loose. God. Yeah...he was sure pissed, and he had grabbed a knife then and chased me around that house, yelling he was going to nut me when he caught up with me. Needless to say, I never dared to show my ass around there ever again. There was Mary Wayenword, and her brother told me flat out he'd nut me. Yeah...he caught on to me when I was doing his sister and remember at the time that I thought he would. Perhaps it was him that made it happen. It could have been, might have been too. He was sure pissed when I fucked his sister. But hell, she wanted it, yeah, begged for it really, and her pussy was tight and it was fun to pop her cherry. I was only fifteen when I did her, but after having a married woman suck and fuck you for months, I knew what I was doing at fifteen and after that I dated with a purpose. God....yeah, it could have been her brother, and I guess that's not unlikely. Or, it might have been Linda Johnson's family. That's a possibility, for sure. They had some shady relatives I think, and the goons that did me might have been part of that group for all I know. Yeah, I got her pregnant when she was thirteen. I was sixteen at the time, and she was the first fuck where I sorta pushed my way into her. That first time she had resisted, but I talked her into it, and then after that I fucked her about ten more times. Like I said, I was sixteen then, and should have used a rubber. But hell, I was too embarrassed to buy one at that age, and I figured she was too young to get pregnant. But I was wrong about that and she did, and after that all hell broke loose. I don't know if she ever had the kid or not, but she disappeared from school, that much I remember, and her parents were pissed and her brother went ballistic. So, yeah, it could have been from that, might have been even, although that was years ago so I don't know. There were a score of others, and some of the girls I did in my junior and senior years I never even learned their names. Yeah, if they had a pussy I'd fuck it, or at least try to, and I got known around the school for that, if for nothing else. I went through a stage where I would fuck a girl and then dump her, and then do it again with another one the very next weekend. It was like a game, and it was a lot of fun to fuck a different pussy every weekend. For a while I even kept a notebook, and I rated the girls and how wet they were. I used to get calls from some of the guys, wanting to know who was hot and who was willing, and I was the high school twat expert. Yeah, it might have come from those days, and lots of people knew I fucked a lot of girls, and dumped them afterwards, and I suppose its possible someone decided I needed to be stopped. So, yeah, that might have been what got me nutted. Or, it is just as likely that it might have been Billy Stinson. Yeah, he was so fucking embarrassed and he was sure made enough that I could almost understand him wanting me done. He was the only guy I ever did something with. He had pissed me off, and we got into a fight. I beat him, while a lot of guys were rooting us on, watching us fight and wrestle. I finally got his left arm up behind his back, high up, and then, right in front of about ten guys, I unbuckled his pants and jerked down his boxers. I remember looking at his dick, sitting there, and he screaming like all hell had broken lose when I exposed him in front of the others. Then, well, for whatever reason I'll never know, I jerked his arm higher up his back, and he screamed from the pain of it. I told him I'd break his arm if he didn't jerk himself off, and while he resisted eventually he did it. God that was funny! Yeah, I forced that boy to pump his meat and squirt his jism. I was a senior when I did that, while he was a junior, and afterwards he was so humiliated I think he wanted to die. Yeah, I'll never forget me jerking his arm back and threatening to break it right off. He had begged me, but I made him do it, and he had, while all those guys laughed and jeered. Shit. He was oh-so-pissed, and so it might have been him that had me done. As a freshman in college, I nailed about a dozen girls before I got nutted, and I suppose looking back it could have been any one of them who caused my demise. I dont know all of their names now, but I sure fucked them, and I loved the feeling of pumping my ten inch boner deep into their twats. Sometimes I would fuck two in a night, and that was always interesting if they found out. God they would get pissed! Still, what-the-hell? I also date raped a few I suppose, in the sense that they didn't exactly want me in their pants. Yeah, I fucked a few that begged me not to, and yet they never said anything and it would have just been there word against mine. So, I know I was pushing the edge, with a lot of girls, but I don't think that means that I deserved to get castrated because I like to fuck a girl now and then. Still, I'm castrated, and it certainly hadn't been an accident. So, yeah, somebody somewhere sure was pissed, because on the night I got nutted there wasn't any doubt they had come with that purpose, and once I had been done then they left with a grin. It was a Saturday night when it happened. I was in my dorm room, and my queer roommate had gone home for the weekend, so I had the room to myself. I have a four CD-changer, and I was playing Metallica music full out, like I often did on the weekends, and was sitting in my room when I heard a banging on my door. I figured it was some shit-head down the hall complaining of the noise, but when I opened the door it wasnt that at all. The two guys never said a word. They had stockings over their faces and latex gloves on their hands, and when I opened the door they barged right in, one of them punching me square in the face and catching me totally off guard. They slammed my door, and locked it, and then they dragged me to my bed and tied my two wrists to the headboard. They were big men, in their thirties at least, and they definitely were there with a purpose. God I fought them. As the music played on they took off my belt and pulled off my jeans, and then my boxers, and as I started to scream they stuffed my shorts in my mouth and put some duct tape around my head to hold them in place. I totally panicked, but all I could do was scream into my shorts, and over the music nobody could hear my muffled calls for help. They tied out my ankles next, so I was spread eagled on my bed, my legs wide apart and my package on display. They left my black Quicksilver t-shirt on, and one guy just climbed up on my bed then and set right down on my legs. He was a big man, and solid muscle, and he smelled of BO and seemed to be sweating. As I watched and yelled at him, screaming into my underpants, he wrapped his fist around my dick and started to pump it up and down. I bucked my hips and jerked and thrashed against the restraints, but it was useless, and they knew how to tie the knots and I was trussed out well. I had never had a guy touch my dick, and the experience was totally shocking. I couldn't believe it but I got rock hard, and I guess in reality it only took a few minutes. Yeah, scared as I was my dick went rigid and after that it wasnt long before he had milked out my load. I threw my head back as I ejaculated, and they laughed then, and that's when the other one of them said "There he goes......that's it! Pump him dry!" Right after I shot my wad and the big man had milked my dick until I was totally spent, I saw the clamp. I knew it wasn't good as soon as I saw it, even if I didn't know for sure what it was for. It was a huge pair of pinchers, like a big set of pliers, and just looking at them sent the fear right through me. I had never seen a burdizzo, but I knew as soon as I saw that one that it wasn't something that I wanted to have used on me. They laughed though when I saw it, and the bigger of the two men said this to me: "This is just for you dude. Just for you. In a few minutes, your fucking days are gonna be over." WHAT THE FUCK?!!??! God...I fought then, screamed into that gag, but there was nothing I could really do. With my sperm spurted across my t-shirt in white lines of cum, I stared down at what they were doing. The other put my pillow, and my roommate's too, under my head, propping me up so-to-speak so I could watch what they were doing to me. They took the clamp, and started feeling around my scrotum, searching out the spermatic cords that fed my nuts. It hurt like shit, and as I felt that man working on my right nut I bucked my hips, my eyes wide with fear, and yet even so there was nothing I could really do but watch and live the experience. Finally, he had the cord, and I could feel him holding it. He took the clamp and placed it up and under my cock, right at the top of my nut sack and so that the jaws of that pair of pinchers were positioned over that ball cord. I could feel him doing it, feel those jaws, and looking at the handles I screamed like a madman. When he took them in his hand he was grinning, and then he leaned forward to make sure I could hear him, and then he said "Hang on boy.....I'm about to kill your right ball." And then he did! GOD IT HURT! He didn't give me any other warning, but just slammed those handles closed and squeezed with all his might. I bucked my hips and grunted into my gag, and thrashed my head back and forth and jerked against the ropes that held me helpless. I almost passed out it hurt so bad, but somehow I didn't. I don't know how long he held those jaws closed, but it was quite a while. I never really felt him open them, so much as felt the pressure change, and then he was working on my other nut. Oh GOD I screamed and begged! They were grinning as they were nutting me, laughing at my struggles and seemingly enjoying every moment of what they were doing. I felt him fishing around my sac of balls, and it felt different. There was a numbness there, and the pain in my groin was a deep ache after what they had already done to me. I had my head up and was shaking it side to side, my eyes wide open as they positioned the clamp again and got the jaws just where they wanted them. One of the men was holding my balls, stretching out the top of my nuts so they could find the cord and get the clamp into the proper position. They were very methodical about what they were doing, and as I watched it all I could do was scream in disbelief. The panic I felt was total, and I jerked and thrashed and screamed. That just made them laugh more though, and they definitely enjoyed making me miserable. Finally, they had the jaws of that burdizzo where they wanted them, and I could feel them right up against the top of my left ball. I was shaking my head side to side then, my eyes wide open with fear. The man holding the handles leaned forward again, until he was inches in front of my face, and then he said "Hang on dude, one more time. I'm about to kill your left ball now, and when I do your days of being a man will be over." My dick was laying across my belly to top of my t-shirt, pointing up. The hardness of my earlier erection was gone, and so it was just laying there, spent, the tip pointing up at me and out of the way of what he was doing. As I was looking at it, and him, he slammed those jaws closed again, and I arched my back and yelled like there was no tomorrow coming. I felt my dick spasm, and this shooting pain went right through my scrotum, and I almost vomited. I felt the bile, felt the pain, and then I looked back down and stared into the eyes of the man holding those handles, watching him stare at me. My dick had spurted another shot of jism, and it was pumped out and laying in a line out from the tip of it. He was grinning as he was nutting me, his eyes sparkling with excitement as he finished my unmanning. Finally, after what had to have been close to a minute, he opened the jaws and examined my scrotum. There was this tremendous ache in my nuts, and a numbness too, and I knew right then that I had been injured and my only thought at that point was that I needed to get to a hospital. They spent several minutes checking the two crush marks that were pressed into my sac, and then, finally, satisfied, they put the device away and gave me a friendly pat on my head. The other man said "Nice wad kid....hope you enjoyed it. It's your last one. Don't bother with hormone shots....if you fuck again, ever, and we find out about it, we'll come back and take your dick next time. I hope you're not that stupid." They then just opened my door and peered out into the hall, and seeing that it was clear, they walked out and closed the door and that was the last time I ever saw them. I struggled again, pulling hard against my restraints, but I couldn't get loose and there was nothing I could do but just lay there and feel the ache grow across my groin. I knew something bad had been done to my nuts, and as I lay there shaking it was so damn frustrating to be unable to do anything about it. About ten minutes later the CD player finished playing the last CD, and after that I just lay there in silence and screamed into my gag for help. But nobody could hear me, and so I just lay there, and that's where I spent the night. With my head propped up I could see my dick, and over the hours that followed I watched my last load of spunk dry up and my scrotum swell. It turned fucking purple, and I knew then without any doubt that my days of fucking girls were over. It was a very long next day, but finally, about four in the afternoon my roommate came home, and he freaked out when he saw my balls. He was just screaming in that fag voice of his, but hell, he was good though, and stayed with me and got me to the hospital. The police asked me a lot of questions, but hell, I couldnt' tell them about all of my fucking, that much was for sure. For one thing, I'd probably have gone to jail if they knew all the women I had forced my dick into, so, well, I told them just a part of the truth, that I had no idea who had done this, and while I gave them a description I knew that it wasn't going to go very far. The doctors told me the news I already knew, that my balls were history and I had been unmanned. They said that both of my testicles had died, and that my sperm producing days as a male were over. They also didn't want to leave them in my sac, and said there was a real risk that they could turn to gangrene if I didn't have them out. God. So, well, I'm nutless now, a total eunuch, and while the doctors wanted to give me hormones I didn't have the insurance, and besides, the threat of losing my dick seemed pretty real to me so I opted not to go that route. So, if there is a lesson here, it's to be careful, and to watch who you take to bed, and when. I miss the girls, in a way, but not as much as I thought I would. The strange part is that my gay roommate has seemed to take a real liking to me after I lost my nuts, and I'll have to be honest and admit that I'm probably going to let him have my hole. He wants it, for sure he does, and right now I'm thinking that I might as well give it to him. Who would have thought? [Authors note: © Copyright March, 2005. All rights reserved. Not to be copied without the consent of the author. Feedback always appreciated. [email protected]] |