He knew what they had been looking for in their inspections, does the slave have good teeth, check his cock and the plump helmet head on it for venereal diseases, carefully feel out each of his stones and the cords attaching them, to see if he will be fertile or whether he will make for a straight forward castration, depending on what you are buying the slave for. These are the things he had done dozens of times when he was buying young slaves himself, he knew it was important when buying a slave for a purpose, if you bought a slave you intended to geld it was important that his testicles hung low in their sack and that his cords were healthy and thick because when you gelded a mature buck slave there was a good chance he would die on you if the castration took too long or there were other complications. So he could tell, as he was inspected, what the buyer was looking for in a slave, he could tell that the over weight 40 year old was looking for a breeder or a stud slave, he could also tell that if he was bought by the sandy haired man in his early twenties his legs would be spread and he would cut out his stones straight away.

After they had branded him and the decision had been made not to put him over the castrating rail straightaway, that he would bring a better price at the markets as a whole buck slave than a gelded eunuch, his mother had pleaded with everyone they knew, including his own fiancée’s family, for money so that she could buy him from the slave dealer and free him, it had been a waste of time, each had been polite and offered their sympathies for the family’s plight, but none had given any money. It had been a shock when his mother had told him that the girls family that he was engaged to marry, had dumped him and left him to his fate, he knew they could easily afford to pay to free him, but apparently the family disgrace had been too much and they had broken off the engagement, to make matters worse she was now going to marry his childhood and lifelong enemy.

He was just beginning to hope he would not be sold this day, thereby putting off his almost inevitable castration, when he saw a young man who he knew was a few months over seventeen years of age, he knew this because he had been present at the boys 17th birthday party. He also knew with certainty that the boy was here to buy him, the youth approached the dealer and after quick discussion pointed at him, they then approached and he heard the dealer telling the youth how good a slave he would make.

The youth stepped up to him and began his examination, he opened his mouth checking his teeth then ran his hands over the young mans smooth tanned skin, feeling and squeezing the slabs of muscle of his chest, shoulders and midriff. He then cupped the heavy scrotum hanging between his thighs feeling out each of the twin orbs he carried there, he gently rolled each between his thumb and fingers, he then felt for his cords and rolling them under his fingers traced them up to where they disappeared into his body at the base of his rapidly thickening and hardening cock. The buyer then turned him around and bent him over and spreading his cheeks with one hand slowly inserted an oiled finger and explored the inside of his body feeling for his prostate, as he found it the young man felt his cock pump up to a massive enraged nine inch erection. He knew with a certainty that this teenager would buy him, that he would be taken to the boys home this very night, he would be taken to the boys bed tonight and the boy would mount him tonight, he would feel the boy above him thrusting and grunting towards his orgasm as his own face was pushed into the mattress, then he would feel a tremor grip the boy and he would gasp and his body would spasm as he jet his cream deep into his body.

As these thoughts sank in the boy said to the dealer “he is a very nice buck, well hung and in prime condition, I think he would castrate well too, and he would be a better slave once this big sack of his has been emptied don’t you think”. The slave dealer thinking the boy was talking to him answered “yes he will castrate easily big heavy balls that are just hanging there waiting for his owner to steal them, I will throw in a free castration in the price if you don’t wish to do it yourself”.

The young man standing naked before them had known the seventeen year old was talking to him not the dealer, when the boy spoke again seeming to answer the dealer he knew he was talking to him again not the dealer. “No I want to castrate him myself, I enjoy cutting a big strong slave, as he struggles spread-eagled with his legs held wide, the grunting as I cut open his bag and find his big nuts and drag them out of him, and when he finally jerks quivering and empties his balls out onto his belly for the last time, and then I will have these big balls fried in bread crumbs for my breakfast”.

The naked young man knew this was all true, he knew that the teenager loved it when slaves were being castrated; he knew it because less than two years ago he had taught him how to geld a buck slave and he had been present when the boy had taken his first ever set of a buck’s jewels as a trophy. He had also introduced him to the pleasures of taking the well hung young slaves to your bed the night before you castrated them, it had been a favourite ritual of theirs, they would each choose the young male slave they wanted and then spend the night fucking him, feeling the pleasure of thrusting their big virile cocks into them and then shooting their thick young cream deep into the slaves bodies, and the next morning they would tie the surprised young slaves spread-eagled onto the cutting bench, then after noosing the slaves balls they would hack out the fresh young oysters from their bulging scrotums, these they would have cooked for a celebratory breakfast, he knew all this because the seventeen year old standing before him was his fiancée’s younger brother.

The deal and paper work did not take long to complete and within fifteen minutes he had a new owner, this handsome young seventeen year old who was four years younger than him, now owned him, he could do with him what he wanted and he had a fair idea just what that would be. As he followed his new master he thought back to what the first slave he had ever gelded had said to him, he had been a young man with the largest set of bull balls he had ever seen, “if my master chooses to geld his slave what right do I have to resist this”, this is what he now had to except, it was his turn to surrender the twin orbs of his man hood too the seventeen year old who was his master, willingly and without complaint. His testicles were now the property of his new owner and if his owner wanted them out what right did he, who had cut so many other young slaves testicles out have to object, it was his owner and former friends right to do what he wanted with his new buck slave, to keep him a buck or to make him a eunuch.

Before they left the slave market his new owner had collected 4 other young male slaves that he had obviously purchased earlier, so as they left the town the young man was just one slave in a coffle of five slaves, when they arrived at the estate of their new owner and were placed in a cell it had a bench right out front. The young man knew what the bench was for, only a few months previously he had a assisted their new owner castrate a 21 year old slave on it, the other 4 slaves sharing his cell knew what it was for as well and as soon as they were locked in the cell and left, they started to talk and speculate about their futures.

A slave of nineteen with blond hair and blue eyes and golden tanned skin asked, “do you think they are going to geld us, that bench out front looked like it was made for strapping a man too, it had leather straps on each corner, and there was a rail as well with what looked like ankle straps to hold your feet wide apart as you are leant over the rail”.

The young man looked at the other slave who had spoken, he was naked as were all the others, he could clearly see the slave’s heavy and full scrotum hanging invitingly under a thick large cock which had begun to swell and thicken as its owner contemplated his own castration. He was exactly the type of slave that they would have chosen in the past and he knew the young slave fitted their new owners tastes perfectly, as he thought this he suddenly realised, that so did he for that matter.

He spoke to the others for the first time and answered the young slaves question, “yes you will certainly feel the knife and have your sack emptied for you, and if I am not mistaken, I think the chances of any of you feeling your balls swinging between your legs within a week is zero, I know of our new owner, and I can assure you he does not have any bull slaves on his estate, as soon as he is ready, we all will be dragged too the bench, one at a time, and he will nut us all personally, he enjoys it, especially as the young buck he is cutting shoots his last ever cum out on to his belly, oh yes we are going to be gelded all right. I can also guarantee he will do a good job of cutting you all, he is an expert gelder and can empty a man’s sack as quickly and as efficiently as can be hoped for, so you may end up a eunuch but at least you know that your testicles are going to be cut out by one of the best, I taught him, and once your nutted your new owner will then have your fresh sweet meats salted roasted and served for his dinner”.

The young slave who had first spoken was sitting next to him, and he could see he was now plainly and fully aroused, the thought of been stretched out on to his back spread-eagled with his feet splayed wide apart had excited him so much that he was now displaying an eight inch curve. The young mans own rod was thick and hard and its big velvety mushroomed head was throbbing in the dim light, thinking this may be my last night as a man, I might as well empty my balls for the last time, and this young blond is so cute, and I’m sure he would enjoy some attention being paid to that big throbbing rod he’s got. He gently placed his hand on the young slave’s thigh, and began stroking slowly, he slid his hand up the smooth well muscled thigh as the young slave moaned softly in pleasure and slowly let his thighs fall apart, allowing the young mans hand to eventually reach the apex of his thighs, cupping then gently massaging his silky smooth bag of stones. He slowly joggled the big nuts in the palm of his hand, feeling the beautiful firm egg shaped orbs rolling under his fingers, the young slave let out a long low moan and his throbbing cock head was slick with pre-cum, he instinctively begun to thrust his enraged penis into the young mans hand, sighing in pleasure as he began to stroke its soft plump head with his thumb in time with each of the boys thrusts.

The blond nineteen year old slave slowly collapsed back as the young man drove him to the boundaries of pleasure, until he was lying flat on his back on the floor as the young man nibbled his coin size nipple and slowly kissed his way across the flat hard rippled abs of the boys belly until he reached his throbbing eight inch rod. As he slowly kissed and licked his way up the slaves hard cock all the time massaging his big bag of stones he could taste the sweet musty salty taste of the boys jism, he licked the boys mushroomed head like an ice cream cone running the tip of his tongue around the rim of his helmeted head until the boy let out a long moaning sigh and his sack tightened up under his cock.

He was as ripe as would get so he slowly sucked the boys now quivering and pulsating phallus into his mouth, he began bobbing his head up and down, timing his lip movement with each of the boys thrusts, the boys velvet cock head was ramming into the back of his throat when a spasm rippled threw the teenage body, with one last thrust he felt the boys cock twitch then his cream jet scalding and salty onto his tongue, he slurped and sucked as the boy slave moaned and grunted in orgasm emptying those big nuts for probably their last time, except one, when the knife did its work opening his silky smooth sack and fished out his now emptied stones.

When the sweating boy finally was empty, and his cock had begun to wilt and his testicles and sack began to sag and soften, he gently rolled the smooth sinewy muscled body over onto the boy’s elbows and knees. He then mounted on top of and from behind the hot young body, searching for and guiding his own rampant cock towards the boys sweaty cheeks, he lubricated his own throbbing cock with saliva and sweat, and when he pushed it into the boys opening, he was not surprised to find this beautiful young blond boys was not a virgin hole. He gripped the boys well muscled shoulders and pushed slowly and deeply into the boy, he kept thrusting until he was buried in him up to his churning nuts, as he slowly rammed the hard young body beneath him, slowly working towards his own orgasm he was thinking about his new master, you bastard, you will be going slops when you ram this tight young hole, just before you cut out this handsome young colts beautiful big nuts.

He was now moving rapidly up and down on the young Adonis like body beneath him, then he felt one of the other young slaves reach up and under him to begin stroking then cup his churning balls, as he felt those strong insistent fingers massaging his now aching stones, he felt the familiar feeling rising deep inside him, with a last deep thrust he threw back his head and spasmed emptying his quivering balls deep into the moaning boys body, when his orgasm had reached its shattering conclusion he collapsed on top of the boy beneath him, exhausted and panting for breath.

Just before dark a house slave came and ordered the young nineteen year old blond slave to follow him, the young man knew that the slave was been taken to their masters, and his old friends bed, yes he thought you will find that hole well lubricated now. He had guessed he would take the young Adonis to his bed first, and had been determined to beat him to his hole, it was the only small victory he could get over his once would be brother in law and it gave him a glimmer of satisfaction.

Early the next day they heard a commotion outside their cell, when the young man looked out the barred window he saw the young Adonis he had fucked the day before struggling and resisting but slowly been dragged towards the castration bench. He was finally secured still struggling in place, with his legs spread wide, their owner and their gelder arrived and quickly got between the boys struggling outstretched legs, and a short time later he heard a familiar scream of pain, and he knew that the young Adonis’s bag had been sliced open and those beautiful big stones he had drained the night before were now in a bowl heading for the kitchen to be cooked for their masters breakfast.

He turned back to his fellow slaves and looked at each, they were all affected by the recent castration, and each had an erection and a worried look on his face as they now knew their own fate. He was trying to guess who would be next on the menu, they would soon know, probably before lunch and he wanted to get there before their owner again if he could.

To be continued