A Cutters Market

© By Steve Aldea May 20001

Cutting always proved a sure way to know you had a Eunuch when you saw them testicles hit the bucket!

It never failed in a cutters market in the middle east, handsome European German boys were sought after because of their Nordic looks, blue eyes, fair skin and uncut cocks. Arab men

Love these beauties and often paid a high price for their services to become Eunuchs and Sex toys for them.

Bahrain in the Middle East was the party place for most Muslim Arab men, although sexual relations with another man was punishment by beheading, it was not often enforced in that region. Arab's liked the white skin of Nordic and German looking boys. There was this ring of kidnapping many of them and bringing them to Bahrain to be castrated by a chief Eunuch.

As a British observer I had no idea where these boys were coming from, other than I knew they were paid a dear sum of money the day they lost their balls. I knew what was to happen one day when one of the Arab businessmen came to me and asked me to wittiness the castrating of A new group of young men who were soon to be servants among the Rich Arab Oil producers. The hour before the ritual began, the boys were given a hot bath, cleansed and dried off. They were marched in a row then they faced the audience for the complete viewing.

Each boy's arms were tied up to a metal bar that stood over head of them, and their legs were Tied spread apart. I watched with earnest, the cutter known at the Chief Eunuch made no qualms about his handy work. He looked deep into the boy's eyes after grabbing his ball sack into his hands and with the stroke of his sharp knife made a slit down the boys nut sack. They boy proceeded to let out a mighty yell, for he knew too soon his fate to become a Eunuch was near. The Chief Eunuch made a comment out loud to the businessmen who were watching, "Cutting always proved to be a sure way you know you have a Eunuch", he said as he placed the boys Testicles into the bucket, sewed up his ball sack and went onto the next boy. It took only seven minutes per boy the cutter exclaimed; he was the quickest cutter in the entire Arab World.

About 20 or so boys were cut that day as I recall, the businessmen looked at the bucket full of testicles and were convinced that yes indeed the boys had been castrated! I recall it was getting late and I had written my remarks down on my note pad and excused myself from the proceeding party. I got a glimpse of one of the German boys, and after he was released I touched his pectoral muscles and one of the businessmen came over to offer him to me for the evening. I said I was not into men, but I'd enjoy his company at my hotel.

Jens was the chaps name; what a studless man he was - never the less, he was a nice boy who spoke with a soft voice and knew his life back in Germany was never going to be the same. I asked if he hurt and he said a little. The worst part was cutting the cords off, but the anticipation of cutting into the sack was nothing at all. He got paid a sum of 2 million dollars to be a servant for two years. I asked him being kidnapped and then being paid, would he done it on a voluntary bases if he had a choice. He looked at me with a sad stair in his eyes and thought a moment before answering. I would have not done this he softly spoke; I was headed for a good career back in Germany, continuing on about home life and how he missed Germany already. He talked about the Black Forest's and the many castles Germany has.

I was beginning to get very tired and as this young lad departed my quarters back to his Masters Quarters. I made a few notes in my notebook before getting ready for bed. I heard a knock on my hotel room door and it was the Chief Eunuch and some of his men. "I said hello" and he said "we have come for your Testicles as well"! I said "what", "it has been decided you will leave Bahrain a Eunuch he added" "and you will remember the rules of the road in our kingdom he stated". The big Arab assistants pushed themselves into my hotel room and tackled me down onto the floor. My pants were removed and white boxer shorts that had pre cum stains from earlier on watching the boy's castrations. The Chief Eunuch made comment that he noticed I was excited about watching the castrations that he knew I must have wanted it as well. Secretly in my mind I knew what he was saying was true. I tried to resist, but then these Arab men were more mighty with me and had swords on their sides where they might as have cut off my head.

The Chief Eunuch knelt between my legs with his castrating bucket. He displayed the shape knife he had used on the boy's earlier. Without further a du, I felt him tugging at my balls sack

And felt a searing pain as my scrotum was cut into. His guards held me down to the ground and I laid back trying not to think of what was happening to me. Within 7 minutes my testicles were added to the budget of the already 20 boys done earlier. Chief Eunuch sewed me up and bandaged me and his assistants helped me into bed. I was given a mild sedative and I soon drifted asleep. About 3 a.m. I awoke to find someone in my bed; it was Jens the boy who I had interviewed earlier. He was crawled up next to me with his head on my chest and his arms wrapped around my body. I was too tired and in pain to move or get too excited I closed my eyes and began to dream about soon being back home.

It was a long flight back to London, where the paper I wrote for was waiting for my story copy. I don't recall much saying good by to anyone in Bahrain the next morning, the German boy was no where to be found, and I wanted to get back home before anything else got cut off!

I took my time to gather copy and for all I knew I thought long and hard of what I was going to write for that weeks column. I turned in my story leaving out the parts of what happened to me in my own hotel room and departed to my home in the pouring London rain. I retired to my bed early and thought maybe it was not a bad idea being a Eunuch after all!

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