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Hello everyone reading this. This is my story of what I went through on sail trip. It was summer '98. I was invited to go on a world journey for 6 months on a huge sail boat. I love sailing, I had the time so why not. We went. We were 5 members on the ship and each of us did not know the other. After a month we knew each other a little better and we began to share more private things, let's say what man talk about when there are no women. We had a good stay. I can cook very well, so I stood a lot in the kitchen, they loved it. I could make anything I liked, they ate it like they hadn't eaten for a fortnight. The only problem I had was my growing urge to have a good session. At that time I had bought an elastrator and amused myself with it. Since I had my first ejaculation at 13 year I thought it wasn't natural and I already thought about life without testicles. I disliked them and wanted to make others that happy. Why not castrate prepuberal boys, so they would never be worried about their genitals, testicles, sperm, erections and whatever. Unfortunately people think otherwise. As I did not respect my balls I loved putting on these rubber bands on my scrotum after having sprayed my scrotum with lot of lidocain spray. Otherwise the itching pain of the rubber band on the scrotal skin spoils the fun of the testicular torture. Usually I went, banded, for a little run in the woods nearby. I always did this after sunset, so I could run naked through the woods. You should try it, it's a marvelous experience. The feeling of your balls crying for blood swinging between your legs, uh... Usually I can't run for more than 25 minutes. The pain becomes too much, I had moments of loss of erection, I ones fainted in the middle of the woods. Usually I tried to be home within 30 minutes to put my genitals to the stereo. Using a padlock as scrotal electrode and piece of plumbery (a copper connection piece between two different tubings) as penal electrode are just perfect. Some music with a lot of continuous basses does the rest. That way I had my best sessions. But after cumming I always have to remove this banding as soon as possible, the pains becoming unbearable. These pains are not only in the balls. Your whole body seems to cry, especially the groin, raising to your back and stomach. Once I just masturbated in the woods. The problem was I had to walk at least 10 minutes before coming home where my scissors lay. I stumbled home, fainting, nauseous. I even vomited. I will never do this again. I still am glad no one saw me in that condition. Can you imagine? End of this intermezzo. One day, it was beautiful weather, I decided to climb in the mast. There were not much winds so I thought I could manage it. As I climbed, the view became more beautiful then ever. Everything was blue, but in is its diversity: the sky almost white to the sea, deep blue, I will never forget these colors. Suddenly I saw in the far most east side a dark thing coming up. Oh no, a storm !! I hurried down. In an almost panic situation we prepared everything for the oncoming storm. But we had not time to do this: suddenly the font of our boat lifted, we heard loud cracking noise; we were sinking ! I think our boat hit , I think, a rock or something. Now it was everyone for his. I put on a life jacket, some inflatable rescue stuff and jumped into the water. I never saw the boat or the others again. I lay in the water, and the weather became worse and worse. I could only remember of a calm sea when now I saw huge wave coming down. I knew I was a good swimmer but I also knew I could not long stand these kind of efforts. I just remember being overwhelmed with water. I went under, had to breathe, could not, had to swallowed water, got water into my lungs� I don't know how, but I was on a beach, like in the movies, white sand, blue sky, palm trees,� I looked around and I saw I was surrounded by some 10 beautiful girls in their late teens., wow. I didn't know what was happening. They were very kind. They helped me up end brought me to their village. I do not hide I did pretend a bit more difficulties to walk than I really had. They brought me to their chief, their King, I think. He was sitting in a rich decorated chair, himself heaving tattoos over his whole body. He was naked but had a horn around his penis. We didn't understand each other, but it was clear I was their guest. When I looked around I found it strange there were so many women. I think there were 4 even 5 women for 1 man. I received my own room and was invited to dinner. At dinner they pointed me a place of honor. I had to sit in between the King and one of the girls that found me. It was clear, it was his daughter ! an opportunity ! Her name was Sulila. Even this primitives knew it was important to have new seed in the family, he he. We were served by men, who looked strange to me, they were big and fat. They didn't talk too much but I thought when they did their voice was hi-pitched. Now I know it was. I still don't know what we ate but it was delicious. I think it was a mixture of fish and fruit with a special sauce. I tried to copy but I did not manage to do so. After dinner the King made me clear that something special was going to happen. He took a man of the table, put of his penis horn. What I saw were normal male genitalia, not circumcised penis and good low hanging balls (duos habet et bene pendentes). Then he took one the servants. He had no penis horn, he only had a simple kind of underwear. He pulled it down. I saw a little premature penis also uncircumsised, but no balls at all. There was even no scrotum to see. Indeed, this fellow had been castrated ! First, I was shocked. Then my own penis began to grow. The King saw it and began to laugh. I was ashamed. I bed I dreamed about castrating boys. I always was interested in such kind of sexual activities but the western world condemns these actions, even these thoughts. After a very bad night's rest, I certainly masturbated five times, Sulila woke me up. She was very kind and sweet. She was the kind of daughter each of us wants: beautiful, sweet, she doesn't talk too much, but she is intelligent. She took me to a room close to the room I slept in. She pointed me a table for breakfast and closed the curtains. She came close to me. It was clear she wanted me, I wanted her, we did� (sorry, private). When we came out, there was the King who came to congratulate me. This apparently was a sign I accepted her as my wife. Before I knew the serious impact of my action, they took me to the beach. There I found approximately 25 boys, about ten or eleven years old, all naked. They didn't look scared at all. Sulila gave me some rubber rings. They must have rubber trees here. Then she took one of the boys, she kneeled for him and took his genitals. They were so boyish, so exciting. I spontaneously got an erection, once again. Fortunately I managed to hide this for everyone, but not for Sulila, she winked and smiled. I did not understand, this boy was proud showing us his little precious parts. He smiled. Then she took his penis and stripped his glans. I saw the boy make little movements. She was tickling him. He liked it, his little member grew and became harder. I never saw a boys penis erect. It was beautiful. I felt I was dripping some precum. Then she took his little testicles en pulled them down, not very gently. This was something the boy didn't like. He tried to withdraw but her beautiful hands that touched me in such a pleasant way held him, she firmly forced his balls in the bottom of their bag, the boys scrotum. He couldn't escape. Then she took one of the rubber rings she gave me and put it on the boys scrotum. He was in full erection, his little stones forced down and trapped by the rubber ring. When she released him, he began to run and every one began to applaud. I didn't understand a thing about it, but it was so exciting I didn't ask anything. Then she took an other boy. She did the same but he was not that willing like the other. Some of the eunuch servants had to help. She did this so quick, almost gentle, but it wasn't gentle at all for these boys. Then she gave me ten rings and showed me ten boys. It was clear I had to band them. Four eunuch servants helped me. I was in a dilemma. I didn't like to hurt these boys. I knew this hurt like hell. But otherwise, I always dreamed of castrating prepuberal boys, and here I could do it where the culture approved these kinds of actions. So I did. The first boy the eunuchs brought to me was a calm boy, he looked older than the other. He already had some hair on his pubis. His penis was completely covering his balls. He clearly was more developed than the others. It was the first time I touched a boys penis. As I touched his penis it began to grow slowly and it pulsed with each heartbeat. His foreskin withdrew slowly, showing his glans. Oh, I liked to lick it with my tongue, but I didn't dare. I just helped his penis to show his glans completely. It felt warm and hard. I never thought that a ten year old penis could become that hard. Then I took his balls. They were hard, much harder than mine. I tried to bring them down as far as possible. This wasn't very difficult. I felt the appendix of his testicle and tried to identify his spermal cord. I took the rubber ring. I tried to put this thing on, but that wasn't that easy. I think the ring was to small or maybe his balls to heavy. Once his left ball was in I tried to put the other in. I had to use force. This obviously hurt. The boy began to moan and to struggle. I really pushed hard on it, I wanted to have this done as swift as possible because I didn't want to do less than Sulila. The boy withdrew his groin so I went more and more difficult. Oh, I think this must have hurt this boy like I don't know what. The eunuch saw my difficulties and tried to help me. They put the boy on his back and spread open his legs. They had to use all of their eunuch power to master this boy, yet becoming a man. He struggled, kicked violently. I pushed harder and flop, his right one was in. As it jumped into the ring I felt a non controlled contraction of his adductors. Immediately the boy began to twist and vomit. The bystanders encouraged him to get up, but he couldn't. The most he could do was get to his knees. I had to hurt him very badly. I did not have time to look further. The eunuch servants brought me another boy. He was crying on his mother. His mother pushed him away telling him he had to be brave. The servants immediately put the boy on his back in the sand. It was a little boy. I estimated him about 8,5 year, not older. It was a very little apparatus I saw before me, but although his penis was erect. It was hard, rock hard. I wanted to be fast, because Sulila already had done 5 more boys in the same time. I looked for his little testicles. I just found one, his left. I could not see or feel the other. I looked to my eunuchs, one of them called the King. He came and took a look. He also tried to identify the right testicle, but didn't find it. He then said something to the eunuch that called him which I didn't understand. The eunuch put his hand to his neck and just strangulated the poor boy. I saw his legs jerk violently, then it was finished, he was dead. They just killed that boy, because he had no testicle to band ! I just didn't know on what island I arrived. Just in two days I had to marry the Kings daughter on an island where they kill children because they have no testicles to castrate. My God ! In spite of my disgust, they brought the third boy to me. He was pale and stiffened from fear. I didn't want to go further. One of the eunuchs saw my reaction. He put his hand on my shoulder and signed me to continue. I don't know why but I trusted him and continued. Maybe, it was because he was a eunuch, he knew more. I took a look to the boy. I saw he trembled like a leaf. Then again I felled the hand of the eunuch on my shoulders to encourage me. I decided to continue. I looked to the genitals presented to me. The little penis was not erect, the boy was full of fear. As touched his member, his scrotum shriveled. Although his two little things were visible. I put his penis to his stomach and began to force his balls downwards. This had effect. His member began to grow. His preputium withdrew and I saw his glans was full wet. He had been producing precum while he was waiting his turn. I touched his glans. It was liked it had just been oiled. As I touched his private part I saw a contraction in his legs. I really didn't know that boys of that age were yet capable of producing precum and react like a grown up. I tooked his balls and put them in the ring. Fortunately, it went easy. As soon he was banded, he stood up and began to run to his mother. She encouraged him to run along the beach. I looked up, there were no boys anymore, Sulila had banded them all. I think the whole process of banding my three boys had last one hour. I saw Sulila. She was smiling, she showed me she was satisfied. Then she pointed to the other side of the beach. The boy Sulila and I had banded the first was coming on. He was breathing deeply, sweating over his whole body and he bend forward. He walked straddle-legged, clearly very uncomfortable. The people around applauded He fell down before us showing us his purple scrotum. He looked to us as Sulila and I were his saviors. He had been wearing this for more than an hour. Like I already told I had elastrated myself before, and I never managed to do more than 60 minutes. I knew this hurt. It does not hurt that much I your balls but the pain climbs up from you groin in you back, stomach. You begin to feel nauseous. Blood pressure falls, you begin to sweat. It hurts a lot, I think it hurt more than surgical castration. I saw his scrotum, it was deep, very deep purple. You could even identify the veins of the scrotal skin. Oh, this boy had to be in suffer. His cock wasn't erect anymore but his preputium was still withdrawn. Sulila kneeled, kissed the kid's forehead. She then went down. With her lovely tiny fingers she took up the boys organs as she wanted to weigh them. She smiled, took a knife and released the ring. I saw a relief on the boys face, his scrotum immediately began to take a more natural color. I did not understand this ceremony at all. Why hurt these boys. Why band them for more than an hour, pretending having these boys castrated and then release?? Was this for fun? There was another boy coming on, he also was in great discomfort. He also was delivered from his burden. About 15 boys came. They all had their banding cut. Then I saw the boy I had done the last. He also came along with legs wide apart and bend forward. Down to his half erect penis I saw his blue balls dangling. He also presented his groin to his princes Sulila. But at that time the King came with some hour-glass. The sand was not running anymore. I saw the expression of the boy. It changed dramatically. He knew. I knew. The boys have to run along the beach around the island, but within a certain time. Those who are strong enough to do so are debanded and are allowed to become man. The others are allowed to work in the fields for the community but they are considered to be to weak for the next generations. I think they killed the boy with one testicle because they knew he wasn't good for having children but they couldn't castrate him, so they killed him. Other boys arrived later, they all knew their fate. They lay down on the ground in fetus position, with their hands holding their almost dead testicles. All these boys were reassembled in the village. Women were giving them solutions to lessen the pain. It did not work a lot I think. They all moaned and cried, many of them were very nauseous or even vomiting. There I saw the first boy I banded, the boy which right testicle was to big. He was masturbating. The poor guy would know very soon this wasn't a very good idea. Is there greater torture than this. I don't know why but I did not have pity on him, he had to be castrated, it was his fate. When I went to sleep everything became quiet. But I could still hear those moanings from these almost eunuchs. They suffered for more than 10 hours, poor bastards. When I got up I saw the exhausted faces. There were the new eunuchs for this year. I looked for the little boy that was the first to be too late. His scrotum was black, it was a lump of dead flesh. His penis lay upon it, it seemed exhausted. His glans was still uncovered. He had to bear this dead thing for more than a week. It would then fall of. Now I knew I was to be King of an island where I had beautiful wife, other women to amuse myself. I would have a lot of children, new seed had to be brought in this community. And each year I could do what I ever wanted to do. I would castrate young boys, knowing it is good for them, for us, for the community, for me.
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