This story is best understood after reading “Box Island – Sensory Overload” and if you have not read that story first it is the author’s strong recommendation that you do so. This story deals with the forced punishment of different males, and is not for those that find a fictional tale about forced corporal punishment and unwilling castrations abhorrent. It is a tale of fiction, a fantasy and nothing more, and all characters are just imaginations of an author’s mind. If it provides the adult reader with a fantasy trip worth taking, then it has served its purpose. All names used in this story are contrived, and are not related in any way to real people, alive or dead.

As a reminder, there is a small island nation, off the coast of China, that is independent for the most part and which has become famous over time. It is a place where the rich come to play and the locals live in paradise. Box Island, as it is called, is very remote, and certainly unique, its British roots still influence the population and English is the preferred language. The population is mostly American and British, although its Chinese ownership makes it a Chinese province. If you have not heard of it, I am not surprised. It's not on many maps, and it's such a small island that there are very few individuals that even know its name.

After I was arrested things seemed to happen fairly slowly, although in some ways not slowly enough. When I was finally allowed to make a phone call I made it to my older brother back home in the United States. Jeremy and I have always been close, and I knew I needed him, and he’s a criminal attorney in New York and I knew he was my only chance. He’s 29, with a hot wife and two daughters of his own, and yet he came right away and I cried out my heart to him even though I knew he’d have to work a miracle to save my balls.

Needless to say, he was aghast at the story and he didn’t think too highly of the island’s justice system either. Of course, the Chinese didn’t think much of a hot shot lawyer from America, but they at least gave him access to the file and he confirmed that things did not look good for me. The key to the whole thing was the other men, the other guys who had dated her and had lost their balls for doing so. Yeah, they were the key, except that, well, except that the Chinese weren’t interested in them. For one thing they were convicted felons now, ball-less ones at that, and as such their testimony would normally not be allowed in any judicial proceedings, even if they could be found. Worse, unless the woman had been convicted of a crime of some sort, then her past assault history where she was only the victim would not be admissible either. I was fucked!

Being from New York City, my brother looked into the bribe angle too, because money talks and in some foreign nations you can get more done with money paid under the table than you can ever get done in a courtroom. He told me that he had discovered at least one possibility there, but he wasn’t sure how much it would cost and what specifically it might mean. All he could say was that he had found at least one man who had some connections to the judiciary and who had implied that he might be willing to take some money, in return for some vague promises to watch out for me. He also said that more negotiations were required and so right now it was just a long shot at best, but still it was an angle he was working. Shit.

I didn’t want to be nutted, but I knew things were stacking up in that direction. My only hope was in my brother, and I begged him to do something, anything, to get me out of this. They were going to castrate me if something wasn’t done, and I sure didn’t want to lose my balls! I begged him with all I had to please do something, to fight like hell and save my manhood. He said he had a couple of more ideas, and not to worry yet because as long as I had my nuts there was still hope. Time dragged on as far as I was concerned, and the only progress he could give me was that he had hired a couple of locals to do some research. My court hearing was approaching fast, and I begged him to come up with something because I was not very hopeful. Then, just two days before my scheduled trial before the tribunal my brother up and disappeared.

I couldn’t believe it, but he stopped coming by the jail, and he didn’t leave me any messages. I was scared shitless. I didn’t hear from him at all, not until the very morning of my tribunal when they brought him in, into the very cell block with his hands cuffed behind his back and wearing the same prison garb like the rest of us. He looked like someone had beat the shit out of him. What the fuck? They tossed him into a holding cell two down from me, and peering out between the bars he said “I’m sorry Clint....yeah....sorry dude. I...I tried. I couldn’t get anyone to do it for me, and I needed the jars. If I had the jars with the guys severed nuts and the photos, they wouldn’t be able to ignore them. I figured the jars were the key to everything, and with them I was pretty sure I could get you off. I think it was your best chance to beat the charges, and I had them in my hands.”

I looked at him, trying to comprehend what had happened, and I stared and waited, listening to his every word.

“Yeah....it sounds stupid but thought I could get them quick, just in and out and after that I could have forced them to see you had been set up. So, I broke into that woman’s apartment, with the idea that I’d just steal the jars and photos and after that I could get you off. And, I almost made it too. I saw em....just like you said, right where you said they would be, and I had them in my hands too. But just as I found them she showed up with some guy, and she started screaming and the guy pounced on me. I tried to beat the fucker, and he wasn’t that strong really, but that bitch hit me with a pan and really decked me. After that I was just trying to get out of there, but her fucking boyfriend decided to play hero and after she decked me I wasn't any match for him. I just tried to get away, but he fought me while she called the police and before I could get away they were there. Yeah, the fucking police showed up really fast, and I got myself arrested. Needless to say, I....I’ve really messed things up now!”

An hour later I went before the judges. The courtroom was packed, and half of my office and many of my friends were there in attendance. I wasn’t sure if they were there to support me, or to condemn me, or to just see what would happen. I tried to wave to one of them but he looked down, and did not wave back. The audience of my associates did not look friendly, and I was humiliated to be there in front of them.

Things got started quickly, and with my attorney brother in jail and the jars and photos still in Janet’s linen closet I was on my own. I was asked to give a plea, and I had already been warned that if I pled guilty I would definitely end up at Boy Town. The jail rumor fed by the guards was that there was a decent chance that a remorseful prisoner who admitted his guilt was a lot more likely to be treated more leniently than someone who refused to admit what he had done. It might have been true, might have, but after having watched them cut the balls out of the scrotum of the last boy who went that route, I decided against it. So, I plead not guilty, thinking that I’d tell my story to the judges and hope like hell that the truth would win out in the end, even if I didn’t have the jars and her pictures to prove my points.

As soon as I made my plea though things happened very quickly, and it did not go as I wanted. Instead of being asked to tell my side of things and making the woman explain all of the men she had dated and then turned in for assaulting her, I was told to take a seat and to be quiet and listen to the evidence. Then, the prosecution’s first witness was called. He was the doctor from the hospital, and he told about Janet’s injuries, about her bleeding from the rectum and how her wrists and ankles had been lacerated and bruised by the rope as she desperately struggled to get free from me, her assailant. He talked about the copious amount of semen that had been ejaculated into her, and about her torn vagina and the bleeding from her abused rectum. He also gave an estimate of the pain she had suffered. He talked about how many hours it probably took for one man to deposit that much semen, and it was his opinion that I probably had “raped the woman most of the night.” Fuck I was in trouble! I immediately didn’t like the way things were going.

The police arresting officer was next, and he described the scene at her place, about the ropes on her bed still tied to the corners, about my fingerprints that were everywhere, including on the closet door where the ropes had been stored. He talked about the blood on her mattress where I had done the deed and pounded my cock into her so hard that she had bled. He showed a number of pictures from the crime scene, and it was obvious that someone had certainly fucked someone pretty violently that night. There was a lamp knocked over too, which I didn’t remember, but just from the way the bed was all torn up something had sure happened in that room. Shit!

The forensics specialists matched the semen to my blood type and the DNA gene sequence was a perfect match. There was a zero probability that the sperm in her vagina and rectum was anyone else’s.

Then, their star witness was brought forward, and as soon as I saw Janet I felt the anger boil inside. I came unglued when she started to lie, and jumped up and started to protest but the judges told me to be quiet and to stay seated. I couldn’t just sit there though and ignore her, and when she started talking about how I had forced her to the bed and stripped her clothes off of her as she protested, I came totally unglued then. I was on my feet again, yelling at her, but as I started the center judge rapped his gavel and said “GUARDS, SILENCE HIM!”

Before I even knew what was happening they shoved me to the floor right in the courtroom, and then they stuffed a ball gag into my mouth and then cuffed my hands behind me. After that I was shoved back in my seat, and all I could do after that was listen then as the bitch told them a tale of a date gone bad. She pointed her finger at me and said “It happened just like that. He got angry and snapped, just like he did a few minutes ago. Yeah, he just snapped! After that he was a maniac out of control. I thought he was a nice guy, and then he just snapped, and after that he was an animal and he raped me.”

I was so fucking angry, which of course didn’t help the situation, but I just couldn’t stay calm as she sat there and she made up her story. She told them about how I went totally out of control, going into her closet and finding the rope that I then used to tie her down. She told about how I had mercilessly fucked her all night long. She called me an animal, a maniac, a man who fucked her like a machine and whose cock never went down, a man so oversexed that his cock stayed hard all night long. She said I was way oversexed, out of control, and she told them that when my dick grew stiff all I could think about was slamming it into one of her holes. All of the judges were taking in her every word, listening intently, and the one on the right nodded to just about every sentence. Occasionally they would steal a glance in my direction, and I probably wasn’t helping myself as I rocked back and forth and occasionally grunted into the gag when she popped out another lie. God I was mad!

The judge on the left asked her if she had anything to add, and she said: “That bastard raped my vagina, he raped my mouth, and he raped my rectum. He raped me all night long!”

That got a few gasps from those in the audience, and I slumped backward in defeat. I knew I was done. There was no way I could really say anything to counter her, and she knew it too. As I listened to her sob out her story in an Oscar winning performance, it made me sick. She was good, I’d have to give her that. She ended her saga with a look to me, pointing her finger right at me and saying “There he is...right THERE! That’s the sick bastard that assaulted me, and I want him neutered! NEUTERED!”

Then, her eyes went wide open, and she stood up, still pointing her finger right at me. Then, in a shaking voice filled with emotion, she said: “You hear me? I want you to pay for what you did to me!” Then, turning back to the judges, she said: “PLEASE, CASTRATE THAT SON OF A BITCH! FOR GOD’S SAKE, PLEASE TAKE HIS BALLS AND DO EVERYONE A FAVOR! ”

The room exploded into a thunderous applause, and everyone was looking at me and there was no sympathy in any face I saw. She set back down, with a smirk on her face, and the center judge rapped the gavel and gave a fifteen minute recess to allow the room to get back under control. When the court resumed I was dragged up to the bench and shoved down into the witness stand, and then my gag was removed. My hands were still cuffed behind my back, and there was a guard standing directly beside me. The center judge then told me to tell my story. Fuck! I didn’t know where to begin, but the look on the judges’ faces was anything but sympathetic. I finally just started telling the tale, just like it happened, all of it, but when I got to the point where I started to tell about her collection of jars and the other guys that had been castrated because of her they wouldn’t let me. The judge in the center stopped me before I hardly got started in that direction, and said I needed to keep my testimony to the pertinent matters at hand, and to limit what I said to the specific facts of this particular case, to this particular assault and to what I had personal knowledge of.

I tried to argue, but they only wanted to know what I had done and what I had seen myself, and nothing more, and speculating on what had happened to other men for past crimes done against her, or anyone else for that matter, was inadmissible. Needless to say, I was screwed. I tried four times to tell them about the other men, and the jars she was hoarding, but they wouldn’t let me. I begged them to at least listen, but they said the past and what other men may have done had no bearing on what I had done. Shit. In the end there was nothing I could do. Finally, with my fate all but sealed, I lowered my eyes and begged them, telling them I had been tricked and I swore to them and to God that I had never meant to hurt anyone and that she had begged me for the sex and I had done only what she wanted. I could tell they didn’t believe a word I said. Finally, I called her a liar, and told them that I was being framed.

The judge in the center asked me then: “So, you say you are being framed. Do you admit you ejaculated your semen into her?”

“We.....we had sex.......but she wanted it. Despite what she said, it was consensual.”

“She wanted you to penetrate her rectum?”

“Ah.....yes. Yes she did! I....I didn’t do anything she didn’t want.”

“Ummmmmmmmm, I see. And she wanted you to hurt her too?”

“Ah......I.....well.....yes. I mean, No. I don’t know! I didn’t mean to hurt her. She wanted me to fuck her, and...she wanted it fast. I....I only did what she wanted.”

“She wanted you to tear her vagina and to bugger her rectum and make it bleed? Are you trying to tell this court that she wanted that too?”

I lowered my eyes. Finally, my voice breaking, I said: “I....I didn’t mean to hurt her. I... didn’t mean to. It...... it just happened. She wanted me to fuck her hard!”

The judge on the right said: “I seriously doubt that she wanted you to send her to the hospital.”

I stared at them, and my lip quivered. What could I say? They had no more questions, and then, they left to make their decision and I was taken back to a holding cell. I knew I had blown it, and as it turned out, it only took the three judges ten minutes to find me guilty.

When I was brought back into the court room, the center judge read from a paper: “Clinton James Lensworth, this tribunal has reached a unanimous decision and found you guilty of sexual assault in the first degree, and you are hereby sentenced to an appropriate state mandated corporal punishment procedure the specifics of which will be decided by this council at a subsequent time.” Then, with a rap of the gavel I was taken away.

As I was led out of the courtroom there was a lot of applause, and Janet clapped her hands and grinned. I saw the reporter from the "Island Times" talking with her as they led me out, and I knew I was screwed. I guess I had known it was going to go that way, but even so it was different once it had happened. My brother went before the same tribunal three hours later, and he decided to plead guilty and throw himself at the mercy of the court. I don't know if he really thought that was going to work, or perhaps as an attorney he knew he didn't have any real defense to make. Since he admitted his guilt, there was no trial. Instead, as soon as he made his plea the judges just sentenced him to corporal punishment, just like me, and also like me, the nature of the punishment was not specified.

He got really quiet in the cell after that, and he was hoping that since he was a foreigner they would just give him a warning and make him leave the island. But I had lived here long enough to know that Robbery was a pretty serious crime on Box Island, and I was pretty certain he was in for a very rough punishment session. About all he could hope for was that they would have some mercy and at least allow him to keep his balls. I felt really bad for him, and while I was pretty sure I was going to end up nut-less, I wasn’t as sure how it would go for him. Still, there was a chance we’d both end up without our balls and that was something I never thought would happen.

Back in our cells we didn’t have a single visitor, although one of the guards brought me a letter and in it I found out that the company I worked for had fired me. A day later they let me read the paper, the "Island Times" and there was a big article about the week’s convictions, and my story, as told from Janet's perspective, made up a good portion of the article. The article was titled “Hot Saturday at Boy Town Just Days Away” and it was all about an anti-crime-anti-drug program that was kicking off on Saturday. There promised to be special punishments, lots of action, and plenty of criminals being taught their lessons, including two rapists and a “den of thieves.” The article covered the major criminals to be punished, including the largest number of drug criminals that had ever been punished in a single session. They covered the two rape convictions in detail too, mine included, and according to the paper those convictions would almost certainly result in castrations for the perpetrators. Fuck!

I guess I knew it was going to happen, but seeing it printed in the paper still was a shock. Fuck. So, the word was out, and I had made the papers. Yeah, knew I didn’t have many friends after my arrest, and now, having read the article, I was pretty sure I wouldn't have any friends at all. The paper made it clear what I had done, and called me an "animal" and outright said that castrating me would be doing me "a favor." Shit. At any rate, I was a convicted rapist, and the decision had been made in a court of law, and I was guilty! Guilty! Of course, what I was really guilty of was trusting the wrong woman, but even so, they had found me guilty and I was going to lose my balls! Shit I was and I knew it and the article in the paper even said it straight out. It seemed so damn unfair! I loved to fuck so much, so damn much, and now, every time I felt my balls or hefted my sack I imagined the knife slicing into my bag and stealing out my stones one my one. It didn’t help matters that I knew it was going to hurt like hell! SHIT! No!!!!

After we were found guilty, my brother and I were moved across town to Boy Town, and placed in a large cell with a number of other prisoners to await our punishment. It was a big cell, with four rows of built in bunk beds stacked three high along the back wall, with another nine along the side wall which was made of concrete. There was a guard standing watch all of the time, and the three toilets were off to the side but were totally exposed without any privacy. Everyone was watched 24 hours a day, and you couldn’t even scratch your balls without them knowing it.

Right away they confirmed that our punishment slots were for Saturday, a weekend session, and I knew right then I wasn't going to be a man very long. A few boys were added every day while we waited, and I learned that our entire cell was called the “Saturday Cell.” They had different holding cells for different groups which corresponded to different days, and how they picked which group you went to I had no idea. Our cell was the biggest, and that made sense, because Saturdays were notorious for being the bigger sessions and more prisoners were punished on Saturdays than on any other day. It was apparent that each cell was filled with a mixture of individuals; pre-pubescent boys, junior high boys, senior high boys, and college age men. There were also a few older men, but most of those had committed pretty serious crimes. Each night, one of the cells was emptied, and those men and boys were taken away for their punishments to be carried out.

Prior to this, I had always assumed the prisoners had no idea what each of them had done, and didn’t know each other, and when I had been to Boy Town before, standing in the audience and sipping on my drink and watching the action on the stage below, I had always just assumed that the men being punished had never seen each other until that night. That turned out to be an incorrect assumption. Our group was all placed into that single cell, and so as the days went by we got to know one another in a strange sort of way. As we talked and shared stories, we would guess on the punishments we would be receiving. Of course, we didn’t really KNOW, not really, but we could make the guesses and we did.

Everyone agreed with me that I’d be losing my balls.

The youngest boys were really just mischief makers, who had done different acts of boy mischief and had been caught at it. None of them were serious offenders, and for the most part having watched the action at Boy Town on several previous occasions as a spectator, I was pretty certain that the boys would be getting spanked, and not much more. The older teenagers seemed to be there for the typical assorted types of crimes you would expect high school aged boys to get into, and while we weren’t certain what would happen to them I was pretty certain they would get strapped, probably on the bare, but even so there was a pretty good chance that all of them would keep their balls.

One really cute looking teenager who went by the name of Brian had assaulted his girl friend, but not in a sexual way. He was fifteen, and had hit his girlfriend at a dance when she told him off in front of his friends. From what he said, he had really ‘decked her’ and needless to say, that hadn’t gone over well, and it sure had upset her parents, the school officials, and the Chinese authorities who ended up getting involved. Frankly, I had no idea what they would do to him.

I was surprised that there were no drug arrests in our group, contrary to what the paper had said. Typically, there are at least one or two, and they almost always end up castrated. The authorities on Box Island don’t treat drug users or drug pushers kindly, and for the most part they just up and nut them all. Still, there was not a single one in the group and the paper had talked about Saturday having the largest group ever to be punished in a single session.

We did have one robbery ring, and there were six boys that were waiting to see what it would mean for them. There were two leaders in the group, and the others were primarily just accomplices. They had broken into about two dozen homes, and looking at them I found that hard to believe. They were just kids! Cute kids too, right in the middle of puberty, and they ranged in age from fourteen up through seventeen. The two seventeen year olds were the gang’s leaders, and I figured their Saturday would certainly cost them something. They were actually very polite young men, who had just let things get out of hand. I spent quite a lot of time talking with them, and they were pretty scared and wanted to know what was going to happen. I had no idea really, but I knew that robbery was a very serious deal on Box Island, and while I wasn’t certain what would happen I knew they would probably be getting more than a strapping session. I figured if the Chinese authorities wanted to send a really strong message then there was a fairly good chance that none of them would have his nuts after Saturday's activities.

There were two British boys that were punks, with spiked hair and holes in their lips where they had sported lip rings. The jewelry had been removed as part of the jail protocol, but they were still hoodlums and for the most part the others just avoided them. I found out that one was fifteen, and the other was sixteen, and they were here in the cell because they had beaten up another school boy, hard enough to put him into the hospital. As one of them put it: “We decked the bloke. Knocked his teeth out too. The fucker’s a wimp and he got what he deserved.”

Well, maybe. I had no idea what would happen to the two, but I was pretty certain they would probably be looking on their little assault in a different way after they had been punished. The fifteen year old had pimples on his face, and his blue eyes darted around and seemed to shine. The younger one had red hair, but his eyebrows were brown and it was clear his hair color came from a bottle. He looked ridiculous to me, and there was a darkening fuzz across his upper lip that seemed to accentuate that he was sprouting his way through puberty.

There were five gay kids in the group. Two of them had been caught at a church camp sucking each other off in a 69 session, and since it was their second offense I knew it might cost them their balls this time. Then again, it might not. The other two were caught in a game of “docking” where one of them slid the end of his dick into and under the foreskin of the other. They had been caught in the backseat of a car, by a police officer, and that had landed them here. I don’t know what they got out of the game, but I was pretty confident that after their Boy Town experience on Saturday was over they’d most likely be unable to play that game anymore. The final gay kid I recognized from my last visit at Boy Town. He was one of the pair that had gotten his cock circumcised and tattooed, and now he was back again for downloading gay porn. I figured this time they would probably just nut him and be done with it.

Just like the paper said one other guy was there for rape. He was a college guy named Kevin, and he had date raped his girlfriend. His crime was close enough to my own that we spent a lot of time chatting with each other. He was nineteen, and had a freckled face and bright red hair, and frankly I liked him. His crime wasn’t quite like my own case, but it was close enough that I figured he’d be losing his balls just like me. From talking to him I learned his girlfriend had also agreed to the sex, but changed her mind the next day and claimed he had taken advantage of her. I wouldn’t have thought they would have found him guilty of first degree sexual assault, but they had, and he and I both knew we were in serious trouble.

There was a fairly overweight man in his early fifties, who didn’t talk to any of us, but he was angry and from his expression I figured he was in for something serious. He never said anything to anyone, and I finally just gave up trying to talk to him and I never found out anything from him. Still, the look on his face was like stone, and I figured he had done something pretty serious, and so I guessed I’d be hearing him grunt at least, when they opened up his bag and stole his stones.

My brother Jeremy was beside himself. He didn’t understand Box Island, and he had never been to Boy Town so he had no idea how it was going to go. I tried to tell him, but he just couldn’t fathom it, and as an attorney from America he was still thinking it terms of incarceration and the idea of corporal punishments was just so foreign a concept he had trouble believing it was real. He kept saying all he had done technically was break into the apartment, and since he hadn’t actually stolen anything he didn’t see how they could treat him too severely. He thought the entire process was like a kangaroo court, and he didn’t think much of the Box Island judicial system. That said, what he could fathom and fully understand was that they castrated men here, and he himself didn’t want to be in that group. He wanted to call the law firm, but they wouldn’t let him call anyone.

My brother just sulked, and for quite a while he wouldn’t even talk to me. He was desperate, and then he started begging the guards to let him talk to some guy by the name of Chin Tinsau. I had no idea who this guy was, but my brother was desperate to talk with him. I guess the word got passed, because later that afternoon some Chinese Captain finally came by our cell and his nametag said “Tinsau” and my brother seemed thrilled to see him. But right away I figured they weren't really friends, at least not in a normal sense, but nevertheless my brother and the Chinese guy chatted through the bars in low whispers. I knew something was up, but I had no idea what it was.

An hour later Jeremy was summoned away, and then when they brought him back to the cell a hour or so after that we were all curious as to what had happened. He wouldn’t say, although later that night, Thursday night, he whispered to me: “That guy, the one you saw me talking to, he’s a Captain in the judiciary. He’s the guy I was talking with before I got arrested, and he’s offered to allow us to buy our way out of this.”

He looked around, and the guard was not paying attention. Then he continued, “I made an agreement. He gave me one call, home, and Dad was pissed but he’s gonna do it...he’s gonna send the money with Billy.”

Billy was our sixteen year old brother. What the fuck? “Billy?” I asked. “Billy’s coming here too? Alone? I don’t want Billy coming here!”

He was dead serious, and then he said in almost a whisper, “Well, dad’s too sick to do it, so Billy’s gonna have to bring it.”

I looked away. Our father had prostate cancer, and it occurred to me from Jeremy’s comment that it was not going well for him. I already knew that the radiation seeds they had implanted into him to kill the cancer had already killed his balls, so in that respect my father had effectively been neutered. As I was thinking about that, I thought of my own balls and I was suddenly even more desperate to keep them!

My brother then said: “The man won’t take a check or money order—it’s gotta be cash and nothing else and it’s got to be hand delivered. I didn’t have any choice—he told me I was sentenced to castration, but if Billy brings the money then he will get it changed. It's the only way to keep our balls.”

The guard on duty overheard us talking, and walked down to where we were standing, to catch the conversation no doubt, so we separated and he wasn’t able to bring it up again for quite a while. Later, much later, after there was a new guard at the post, I tried to press my brother further. Still, we were being watched, and the guard on duty was keeping his eye on us, so the opportunity to talk without being overheard didn’t come up then. Much later, at dinner, we finally got the chance, and Jeremy leaned up against me, and put his lips to my ear and whispered: “Billy will be in the air tomorrow morning, and he ought to be here not later than Saturday early morning. I know its close, but it should work OK. As soon as he gives the guy the money Chin will take care of it."

Then I asked: "How? What's he gonna do?"

He looked around, and then whispered: "Ah....I don't know. But he promised me that we won’t be castrated if the money’s here on time. He’s high enough up to make it happen, and I believe him.”

I wasn’t so sure I did. I whispered: “How much?”

Jeremy replied: “It’s not gonna be cheap. Five grand per nut....ten grand for each pair is what he said. I didn’t argue. That’s twenty grand for both of us, twenty thousand dollars to keep our balls, but if that’s what it costs then that’s what it cost. I’ll pay dad back as soon as I get home. But you’re gonna owe me Clint.”

God!

The guard on duty was walking towards us then, so my brother moved away from me, and I stared at the wall, wondering what I had gotten our family into. Suddenly, I hated Box Island, and wished I had never come here. As I contemplated that it occurred to me that my parent’s three sons were all going to be here, and spending the family fortune because of what I had done. It made my skin crawl. Hell, I’d have been better off if I had just let them nut me, and hadn’t called my brother at all. Well, it was to late for that of course, but I didn’t like it.

I wasn’t very confident actually, but my brother was, and he sure was cheerful after that. I think he thought they were just going to let us out at some point, after Billy showed up, said his hellos, and then paid the money. But Saturday morning came and went, and by noon nothing had happened and nobody had said shit to us. I figured something might have delayed things, and I slowly resigned myself that I probably was going to be castrated after all. My brother on the other hand held onto his hope.

Around four in the afternoon this huge group of teenage boys were brought in, all handcuffed and most of them were tossed in with us. There were a hundred of them in total, a huge group and they just filled our cell and then the ones that didn’t fit were placed into the one next to us. After that we were packed in there like sardines. Shit. It turned out that they had all been arrested for various drug charges, some a lot more serious than others. Apparently, the authorities had been just waiting for the right night to use them to make a point. I remembered the article in the paper, and the comment about this week’s kickoff of an anti-drug campaign on the island. As I looked around the cell, it occurred to me that if they nutted a hundred teenage drug users in one night it would certainly make the news, and would no doubt make an indelible impression on the islands younger population that using drugs was a bad idea.

The problem was that I didn’t see how it could be done. As I looked at them I knew there were too many to drag one by one over the barrel, so I started to wonder what the plan for them would be. I had been to enough Boy Town events and seen how things were done, and you can’t nut that many because they never run the show past midnight. Never. Boy Town opens at 7pm, and things kick off at eight. That’s just the way it’s done, and the entire thing is over usually in three hours. Remembering what I had witnessed on my last visit, I knew it took a while to get a man positioned over the barrel, cinching his feet down and getting him trussed out and with his legs spread. Then, the balls had to be excised individually, and I figured that had to take at least five minutes. Hell, it probably took at least seven or eight minutes to castrate a prisoner if you counted the time it took to secure him. With all the drug offenders suddenly sharing our cell and even the one next to ours, I didn’t see any way to go through them all without dragging the evening into the following day. Still, they were in there, with our group now, and one thing was pretty certain. Whatever the Boy Town staff was planning to do, tonight was going to be a bigger event than the previous times I had witnessed the show.

Around five-thirty in the evening things got started. Without any warning, a large number of prison guards came to our cell, and we were all told to strip. Each of us was given a fresh pair of white jockey undershorts, and when I took the pair for me they were two sizes too small. I tired to protest, but was told to “JUST PUT THEM ON.” Shit. After we were dressed in nothing but the skin-tight jockeys, then the guards worked in pairs and tied each of our wrists together. They wound the rope around my wrists three times, and then between them, jerking the rope so there wasn’t any slack and then cinching it up really tight. Finally, they tied a knot that I knew would never come undone, no matter how hard I tried to work it loose. After that my wrists were held tightly, and there was nothing I could do about it. I was helpless!

Finally, they snapped a little length of chain around my left ankle, and then a separate piece of short chain around the right, snapping it in place with two quick release hooks. The chain wasn’t heavy, but it was strong enough that it did the job. Then, they took a small snap link and hooked the two loose ends together. After that I could walk, slowly, but I was hobbled and there was no way to take a very big step or do much of anything but go where they wanted me. It would have been impossible to run.

With so many of us it took close to two hours to get us all tied, as the guards had to work through us one by one. At the time approached seven pm we were finally all trussed up with our hands bound and our feet shackled in exactly the same way. The last thing they did was to walk through the group of us, carrying a box of gags. We each got one. I had seen the gags used at Boy Town before, and in the past they had just been round ball gags, but that was not the case tonight. These were assorted gags. The ball gags were there, but I suppose due to the larger number of prisoners they had run out of them, because in the box there were also more than a few soft rubber cock gags, molded to look very real, and as I stared at the gags that were molded like little fat penises there was no way I wanted one of those in my mouth! I couldn’t believe it.

They each were molded out of rubber, and the things looked like short fat little dicks, complete with two fake testicles attached at the base. They were flesh colored too and had a big fat head on them, with a ring of colored rubber that gave them a circumcised appearance. They even had molded veins on the side! God! I wanted to vomit just seeing them! I could hardly believe it, but then they grabbed one and shoved it toward my mouth. I tried to protest, and begged to get one of the other ones, but one of the guards grabbed my balls through my shorts and cupped my genitals. Then he gave them a firm squeeze, and said, “Listen rapist, open your fucking mouth and swallow a cock...NOW!”

What could I do? I opened my mouth and then I almost vomited as he shoved it into my mouth and stuffed the rubber dick down my throat as far as he could. It was almost like I was being forced to suck a cock! A strap went around my head and held it securely in place, and while I could open my mouth wide and still breath through my mouth a little, there was no way I could say anything but mumble and grunt with that rubber cock stuffed down my throat. What made it look even worse were the rubber balls that were hanging out of my mouth, and when I looked around the room about a third of us were wearing the same kind of device. I also noticed that all of the gay boys had a cock gag, as well as the college kid who had also been convicted of rape. It was pretty obvious to me that they had selected those they wanted and it was clearly intentional. Yeah, I think the guards made those they wanted to humiliate the most where them, sort of an extra punishment for their worst offenders. Shit. We looked ridiculous, and what made it worse was that the rubber nuts would move every time you clinched your teeth or moved your tongue. It was a terrible feeling, and very uncomfortable, and I kept gagging on it. I had never had a real guy’s cock in my mouth, and while the rubber dildo wasn’t the same thing, it looked like one and it was hard like one and it sure made the bile come up in my throat. Fuck!

After we were gagged, they lined us up at random and then we were marched out of the cell, down a corridor, and then through a metal locking door and down another hall. We waddled down that final long hallway, and then we could begin to hear the roar of a crowd. I recognized the music and the loud den as being from the main room where I had been not so long before. I didn’t want to be seen this way, and the humiliation as we all approached the entrance just can’t be described. Of course, that is part of the Boy Town experience, and they want the prisoners humiliated as it's part of the punishment protocol and helps deter others from doing similar crimes. Still, I didn’t want to be seen and I knew many people who knew me would no doubt be there to watch my punishment!

I wasn’t wrong. As the final door opened and we were brought out by the recessed stage, into the bright lights, you could see that there was a huge crowd there, standing around the rail, and watching us be paraded in as the night’s entertainment. SHIT! There was this thunderous applause, and lots of laughter too, and I just couldn’t bring myself to look up at the faces looking down. I was so fucking ashamed!

Overhead all of the video monitors were brightly lit, the cameras picking us up and catching our faces one by one as we came through the door. I saw some monitors would zoom in on a crotch, or a nervous twitch, and several guys with their ball gags were on the screens, including at one point me. Everywhere you looked they seemed to have a different view, and the monitors gave the place a surreal sort of look, something like a disco or a sports bar, only with men and boys on display as the entertainment.

They lined us up along the back wall, where they always put the prisoners, and then the free end of the rope tied to my wrists was tossed over the pipe in the ceiling that ran above the back wall, and then it was pulled up tight until my arms were stretched up over my head, way up, until I was almost on my tiptoes. It was definitely not a good position to be in, but there was nothing I could do about it, and that’s the way they left me, standing that way, with my arms stretched out high and naked, except for the thin pair of cotton shorts where my packaged was stuffed. After that there was nothing to do but wait, wait for whatever they had in store for me.

It took about ten minutes to string us all up. There were so many of us that the prisoners who had the drug convictions were paraded onto the stage, going around it twice before being led back down the hall, just off stage. Obviously they would get their turn as our punishments were carried out, and when it was time for their punishments they would be brought forward from their holding area one by one. Without any question, we were in for a long evening! I looked around the circle of us that were tied. The gay teenage kid who had been downloading the porn was on my right, the one I remembered so well from my last visit to this place, when the youth had screamed while they circumcised his rod and tattoed the letters ‘4GIRLSONLY’ down the length of it. As I looked down at him I had the thought that his dick was going to be once again the center of attention at some point tonight. He was scared, and as I looked at him it occurred to me he had good reason to be.

On my left was the fifty year old, and his fat hairy belly almost hid the man’s package. He must have had a fat cock, because you could see its outline, and he looked funny in those tiny shorts. He was like a fat man in a Speedo, and it wasn’t pretty. Well, I figured he was gonna lose his nuts for sure, although I had no idea what he had done. Even so, I found that thought stimulating and my cock began to stir. Shit!

My brother was down the row, and near the end, and his eyes were darting around the place. He was really sweating, and by then even he realized that his Chinese 'friend' hadn't shown up and there were no indications that we weren't going to be cut. He sported a regular gag, but even so his mouth was stuffed in a big “O” and he seemed to be drooling out of the corners of his mouth. The college kid who had raped his girlfriend was beside him, and he had a big package and he seemed to be really filling out his pants.

On the stage things had been changed slightly since I was there last. There were two barrels now, instead of the one, but the punishment rail hadn’t changed and it still took up a good portion of the stage. On the left side of the stage was a funny looking contraption that for the most part was made of wood. Two 4 x 6 boards went from floor to ceiling on the sides, and they were bolted to the ceiling and also at the floor, and were mounted very securely. Between them were horizontal pieces of lumber that formed a wall, and the wall was waist high with the top of it sanded smooth. In the top center of the wall was a large diameter cutout, like a sideways mounted turntable. It almost looked like a record player mounted sideways, except that where the record would have gone, right in the center of the "turntable," there was a single hole and it happened to be right at the level of a guys groin. The hole was about the two inches in diameter. Needless to say, it grabbed my attention.

We could see some leather straps on the back side of the wall that were obviously meant to use to secure someone to it. At the top of the contraption about an inch or so from the ceiling, was a horizontal piece of lumber that had letters routed into it, and it said “MILK STATION”. I had no idea what the hell that meant, but I knew it wasn’t anything good. Of course, one of the big draws of Boy Town is that they vary the punishment protocols from time to time, to keep things interesting and to attract repeat customers who otherwise might become board if all of the punishments were always the same. Boy Town is about money as much as it is about anything else.

Next to the wall was a heavy wooden bench, like one you would use to lift weights or something. There were leather cuffs on the four legs of it and the top was padded. It wasn’t the bench that was surprising, but the sign above it that grabbed my attention. It said “BIRCHING BENCH” and I had never heard of anyone ever being punished with a birch bundle, but the island did have its British heritage and I knew anything was possible. Still, I was surprised to see it. Of course, they are always doing something different to try and keep the crowds coming back.

The first bell rang, and I knew from experience that the “Touch and Feel” session had begun.

Those that were willing to pay the fifty dollar fee came down then to the floor where we were, and walked among us looking at our bodies. I saw several people from my office, shaking their heads. Mark Handick was there, the Vice President of sales at my company, and he had his wife on his side. He looked at me and shook his head in disgust, and then turning to his wife he said: “Honey, this is the Lensworth fellow I told you about, the one in the paper who used to work in our office. Yeah, he’s the guy who raped the woman. I’m pretty certain that they’ll probably nut him. Yeah, if I was guessing, you are looking at a man about to be turned into a eunuch. I certainly doubt he will ever fuck another woman.”

My face went red, and I couldn’t look at them as they stared at me.

Marsha Lasken came straight up to me, one of the receptionists and a person I had always thought of as a friend. She looked at me in total disgust, and then she said: “I thought I knew you. I had to come....and I hope for your sake that they take your balls. You don’t deserve them, and I think you’re one man that will be better off once they’re gone. I’m really sorry for you.”

She shook her head, and walked away, and I wanted to die. In the next several minutes six or seven guys from the office came by, and as they laughed at me and giggled at my predicament I shook the ropes and struggled, the feeling of defeat rising up in a wave. I felt so humiliated then, and I slowly realized that everyone there that knew me, all of them, were there to see me lose my balls, and were clearly anxious to see it happen. Fuck!

Two teenage boys came up to me next, with their father. I had seen him before, somewhere, but I didn’t recognize him. Then he said “Mike....you and Scott take a good look at this man. He worked at our company, I’m ashamed to say. See him....well, he raped a woman, and tonight he’s gonna pay for it. Remember this, because when you are dating you need to be careful and treat women with respect. Go ahead, and feel his balls if you want, and give them a good squeeze. You just watch, because in a little while they are going to cut his balls right out of his sack. By the time the nights over, he’s gonna have an empty bag.”

I didn’t want those boys touching me! I shook against the bonds, and tried to turn my body away, but I couldn’t turn. Shit! The little chain around my ankles had been pinned to the floor by each ankle, so that when I tried to turn my feet wouldn’t go anywhere. The older teenager, about fifteen or so, reached out then and I felt him grab my package. The boy seemed to fondle my sack, hefting it through my underwear, and as he did he said “His real balls aren’t as big as the ones sticking out of his mouth.”

His dad laughed, and then said “Yes, probably not. He’s sucking on a rubber cock I think....to teach him a lesson. Can you feel the guys individual balls that are stuffed in his scrotum?”

The kid nodded.

His dad said, “Well, give them a squeeze. Go ahead, and feel his nuts. In a couple of hours he won’t have any nuts to feel, and after that you’ll be a lot more of a man than he will ever be again.”

My face was red with shame. The boy squeezed my nuts, hard, and as he really gave them a squeeze I grunted. I was so embarrassed. My dick stirred, getting hard from the attention I guess, even if it was coming from a boy. Shit.

The other kid took his turn too, and I hated that but I was helpless and so I just stayed their standing and helpless while it was done. As the boys walked away I looked around, and the crowd was giddy as they toyed with the lot of us.

I looked down the row, and she was there! Janet. OH FUCK. She was staring at me as she approached, looking at the rubber balls hanging out of my mouth, her lips grinning wide as she approached me. At her side was a new boyfriend, a young college kid with an eagerness in his eyes that I recognized oh so well. The fool! He had to have been a college freshman, and he had that smooth face and sexually perfect body that she loved so much. God I wanted to warn him! I grunted into my gag and shook my entire body, struggling with every muscle to escape my bonds and to jerk out the gag that was stuffed down my throat. But, I was totally helpless and she knew it. As I tried to yell the flesh colored balls wiggled in my mouth, and that made the boy laugh. If he only knew!

Janet reached out with her hand and ran her fingers along the length of my cock, stroking it through the cotton material. My prick was already semi-hard where the two boys had just played with my nuts, and when I felt her hand softly touching me my dick continued to grow. I didn’t want it to, but her touch was electric and she knew how to stimulate a man. As I got harder, I grunted, trying to beg her to stop, but she just grinned and played with my pole and watched it grow with her touch. She owned me, and I hated it.

She then leaned over and kissed the boy, and then she said “He looks good with that cock and balls stuffed in his face, doesn’t he?”

The boy nodded, and Janet added: “See how he’s boned? I like a man when he’s hard. He better enjoy that boner, because after they take his nuts he’s not going to be having any more. Travis, I want you to do me a favor....will you buy me a picture?”

Fuck. The boy ordered up one of the expensive photos, and soon she was down on her knee, with her face even with my bulging crotch, and then just as she had done so many times to others, she reached around my left leg and up between them, and then she cupped my balls in her fist. I looked away, trying to avoid the camera. I didn’t want to give her the satisfaction of looking at her, but she squeezed my nuts, hard, and said “Oh...you need to look down here, and feel the power of a woman as she holds your balls. Because, pretty soon you aren’t gonna have any to hold.”

Her grip really hurt, and finally the pain reached the point where I grunted, and then I looked down as she wanted just as the flash went off. Fuck her! She had managed to get another picture, this time with me as she cupped my balls. I jerked so hard then as I fought to get free that the pipe rattled above my head and more than a few in the crowd noticed my desperation. She stood up then, and seeing that those around her were listening, she said “You really hurt me Clint, and I’m looking forward to watching your nuts go into a jar. You deserve it, and you should know it!”

I grunted as I tried to cuss at her, but she laughed and laughed. Then, I saw her whisper something into her new boyfriend’s ear, and he looked at me, licking his lips as he felt her tongue in his ear. Then, he looked down at my crotch, and then he nodded and grinned like a schoolboy about to mount his first pussy. I knew exactly what she had said to him, because she had said it to me not so long before. She had just told him as soon as they nutted me she wanted him to take her to her apartment and fuck her!

No!!!!!! I was doomed, and she had doomed me. Then, with a wink, she walked away sipping on her drink and laughing.

For the next forty minutes or so different people came through the group of us, touching our underpants and giving us an earful of what they thought we deserved. The younger boys who were tied up and waiting drew a crowd of their own, and quite a few women would fondle their packages and get them hard, almost like a game of sorts to see how many of us they could stimulate. I kept looking for Billy, but I was pretty much resigned to the fact that it had not worked out. He wasn’t here, and I was tied up, and there was little doubt Janet was going to have her fun. When I didn’t see Billy the hope I had been holding onto receded completely and I knew that something had happened to spoil our plan. I was going to be nutted after all!

Then, just about the time I had given up completely, this young Chinese man walked up to me. I didn’t recognize him at first because he wasn’t in uniform. But, as he approached me I suddenly realized that he was the same man who had come by our cell just two days before, the one my brother had been talking to, the man who we had bribed and who was now, our only hope. My heart started pounding then. Chin grinned, and then he cupped my balls, and leaned forward until his mouth was next to my ear. Then, in a whisper, he said “You have a very faithful brother, even if his plane was late. He has paid well so you can keep these.”

As he said the last word, he gave my nuts a firm squeeze. Then he continued: “I just met with him about an hour ago. Realize I am taking a big risk, especially since you are a rapist, but it’s your lucky day. Because you have money to spare, you get to keep your balls and you will leave here tonight to fuck another day. Now, this is very important, so mark my words. After they strap your bottom, and let you go, then leave this island as soon as you possibly can. Do not linger here. Do you understand?”

I nodded, and he gave my nuts an even harder squeeze and then let them go. I looked at him, like an angel of mercy. I have trouble telling the ages of Chinese men, but his face was smooth, without a sign or a hint of a mustache. He and I were probably nearly the same age, two men from two different cultures, both in our twenties and now strangely connected because of my balls. His jet black hair was cut short, and he had a big grin and flashed his teeth. He was a small man, but I didn’t care. He was my salvation! Then he turned away and was gone, walking out of the crowd and disappearing, without another word to anyone. I looked over at Jeremy, and he was looking at me, his eyes bright and excited. He nodded, and I returned the nod.

At that point, everything changed, and while I knew the night would not be fun, at least I’d get through it and after that we would all go home. He said I would be strapped, and suddenly getting strapped on my ass didn’t seem all that terrible. Yeah, a strapping was something I could deal with, and while I wasn’t looking forward to it, it was something I knew I could handle. God I felt so good then and so relieved it can’t be described!

A few minutes later this woman came up to the fat man who was next to me, and she leaned over and slowly ran her finger down his chest, letting it linger on his right nipple. There was a boy about thirteen or so standing next to her, and he looked a little sheepish as she dragged him along. Then, she slid her finger to the man’s left nipple, and made a little circle around it then. Finally, she reached down to his shorts, and pulled his underwear outward, so that she could peer down into his pants and look at his cock. As she did that he grunted, his eyes wide open and staring. As she examined his package, she said “You should have left my son alone. It might have only been a picture to you, but I didn’t appreciate my boy being made to look like a porn star. Believe me, I’m going to enjoy watching them punish you for what you did. Then, she took two small padlocks out of her purse, the titanium ones that can’t be cut. She dropped them both right into his underpants, and then let the elastic snap tight. After that, she said: “I’ve got the only keys, and I’ve tipped them well to do me a favor. Enjoy the locks—because you’re gonna wear them for a very long time.”

That’s all she said, and then she walked away with her young teenage son at her side. The man stared down at his crotch, and when I looked over at him his face was white with fear.

A bell rang again, and the floor began to clear. It was eight o’clock in the evening, and it was time for the action to begin.

As usual, they started with the youngest boys. The first kid they brought out was about eleven or twelve. I couldn’t remember exactly what he had done, but I think he had stolen another kid’s bike. They tossed the kid’s rope, the one that went to his tied hands, over the bar in the center of the stage and then one of the Boy Town officials pulled the loose end through a ring in the floor. Then, they jerked the rope tight, which pulled the youth over the bar, so that he was staring down at the floor and his underwear-clad bottom was up against the bar. Another official unclipped the little chain between his legs, in the middle, leaving the two short pieces clipped around the boy’s ankles. Then, he pulled his two ankles apart, wide apart, and clipped the two loose ends of the chain onto two rings on the floor that were obviously there for that purpose. It only took a few seconds to get the kid into position, his legs spread wide and his bottom jutting up into the air.

Then, they came forward with a big wooden paddle, the same paddle they had used the last time I was here. Close up it looked even more formidable than I remembered it, and I guessed it was about eighteen inches long and there were two rows of holes right down the middle. It was at least a good half inch thick. The big Chinese man lifted it way high in the air, and then brought it down in a blur against the boy’s underwear as hard as he could.

CRACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!

The boy grunted into his gag, and he looked up at the crowd. In the monitor his eyes had clearly watered from the single swat, and the crowd roared out a “ONE!” as the kid took his hit. He started struggling then, jerking against the rope and rattling his legs chains as he tried to pull his legs together. The big man grinned, and then swung the paddle again, and then again, and with each hit the kid grunted and the crowd roared their approval. He got six swats, each one delivered with gusto, and by the time it was done the boy was crying like a five year old.

The next two boys were done the same way. They were both about thirteen or so, and had been in some kind of a fight at school. They got tied over the bar the same way, side by side, and then they each got the paddle one after the other. The man would swing that board into one of their bottoms, and then go to the other side and do it to the other one. They each took six hits, and by the time it was done the crowd was giddy and the boys were crying like babies. Fuck, they were smacked hard!

They selected Brian next, the fifteen year old boy that I had talked to back in the cell. He was going to pay for hitting his girl, and he was scared shitless. They dragged him to the wood wall, and it was quite apparent that the youth didn’t want to go. Still, he was resigned I think to whatever was going to happen, and he didn’t really have a choice anyway. They tossed the boy’s rope that was tied around his wrists over the crosspiece that had the words etched in it. Then, pulling the rope tight, they stretched the boy’s arms up over his head, and in the monitors I could see two patches of armpit hair that were slick with sweat. For a fifteen year old he had quite a bit of hair there, and was well into puberty. They then lowered Brian’s underwear, and his dick popped out, semi-hard but since he was behind the wall it wasn’t visible to very many. They pushed him up against the wall, and strapped him to it, working his half-hard teenage cock so that it slid through the little hole in the wall.

A camera zoomed in on it from the front side, and in the close up you could see that the hole itself was lined with some kind of soft animal fur. The hole was part of a larger round turntable, that was mounted sideways into the wall, and it seemed to be in some ways independent of the wall in which it was sitting. I was trying to figure it out. The front side was painted with circular lines around the hole, almost like a barber pole is painted, all radiating out from the center in alternating colors of green and white that spiraled outward from the center hole. It was almost as if it was part of an insert, and like a machined bearing or something and it was clearly more than merely a hole that was drilled through the wall. I tried to look at it from an engineering standpoint, but I actually couldn’t figure it out.

They strapped the boy into position, so he was standing against the wall, with two straps around each thigh and another around his waist. There was no way he could withdraw his cock from the hole even if he wanted. Then, one of the guards came up to the boy, and in his hand was a thick leather strap. The boy looked at it over his shoulder, and he started to struggle against the restraints. As he stood there then, waiting for the strap, I saw one of the guards press a red button on the side of the wall, and as he did there was this loud whirring sound and the entire turntable began to spin, including the hole his cock was inserted though. It went faster and faster, and soon was spinning in a blur. The entire insert was spinning very rapidly, and then as it came up to speed the insert seemed to move in and out as well, the thing being geared so that as it spun it also went in and out about two or three inches. The boy gasped, and the crowd laughed.

The motorized turntable was like a mechanical vagina of soft fur, and it began to fuck the boy’s cock with a vengeance. His cock was buried to his balls in the fur lined hole, and the teenager went rock hard as soon as the hole started spinning. It was going around his cock in a blur, and the green and white circular lines that were painted on the outside of the insert were radiating out in a pattern of lines that drew your eyes right to it. “Arghhhhhhhhhhhhh” the boy yelled into his gag, and shook with every muscle as he felt his cock being stimulated in ways he could never have imagined. The spinning tube of soft fur was driving him wild!

At the same time, the Chinese prison official brought the strap into play, and began to whip that boy’s bottom with a vengeance. The kid arched his back and shook the rope that was stretching his arms out, and his eyes went wide open. He stared out then, into the crowd that was staring back at him, and then a few seconds later he ejaculated. The spinning fur lined tube was too much for him, and the fifteen year old kid grunted out his load of jism, squirting it out in rhythmic contractions even as they continued to strap his bottom. He screamed and ejaculated, the machine literally milking out his teenage load in front of everyone. As the boy emptied his balls they burned his rear, and with his legs spread so wide he was powerless to protect himself. They whipped him hard, and without any mercy. Obviously, hitting his girl had serious consequences!

The kid’s load petered out, and still the machine continued to spin that tube around his cock, moving in and out and in and out, not caring if the boy was milked dry or not. He started to thrash then, going wild as the spinning fur lined tube continued to stimulate his super sensitive dick. It was too much for the boy, and he started to scream and thrash out in desperation as the feelings overwhelmed him. But there was nothing he could do. They continued to burn his bottom with the strap too, and then a few minutes later he ejaculated for a second time, shooting out another load as everyone laughed.

It took about ten minutes for them to thrash his ass and turn it the color of a ripe tomato. I think the boy came three times, and he might have cum more than that, although if he did the last times were dry. He had certainly been milked continuously while they had blistered his bottom with the leather strap, and while I couldn’t see it myself from one of the monitors you could see he had shot out quite a bit of jism.

Finally, they were done with him and shut down the motor and allowed the spinning fur lined tube to stop rotating. He slumped forward, beaten, his spent cock just numb from all that it had just been through. They dragged him away, and lots of people were laughing.

They went back to a group of younger boys then, putting them over the bar and burning their bottoms with the paddle two at a time. Each was given six swats, hard, and they were all bawling like five year olds after it was done.

The next group was probably about thirteen and fourteen for the most part, and they were brought up two at a time. One boy went over the rail, and the other boy was strapped to the milking station, his young cock placed into the fur lined tube just like what had been done with Brian a few minutes earlier. These were young teenage thieves, boys who had stolen small items from different places. Shoplifting is serious business on Box Island, and these boys were about to find out just how serious it was. They were brought out in pairs, with the older boys getting the milking station and the younger and less serious offenders getting the rail.

The first pair was in position in less than a minute, and then the punishment officials began to strap their naked bottoms with a vengeance. Boy they grunted into their gags! The boy on the wall jerked and thrashed as the machine was activated, and even though the kid was only about thirteen or so and just coming into puberty, he still ejaculated out a load of watery semen soon after they activated the motor, shooting it out as his entire body shuddered. He was going crazy soon afterwards, as the machine continued to milk him even as he was being punished with the strap. He never shot again, but he tossed his head back and grunted like he was trying, and he did that four more times while they worked that leather over his rear. For all I know he was having dry orgasms one after the other. I don’t know that for sure, but I do know he was a mess by the time they turned the machine off, and when they pulled him off the wall he all but collapsed and had to be dragged from the stage. The other boy, the one who had just been strapped over the rail, jumped up and down, his little cock flopping up and down as he hopped around the stage with his bright red ass just glowing.

The next two were done the same way, with pretty much the same results. Some of the boys waiting started to sprout boners, and all I could figure was that when they saw that spinning tube that was the heart of the milking station and contemplated what it would mean to their own dicks, their cocks had risen just from the anticipation. I know I for one was hoping I did not end up getting strapped while I was hooked up to what for all practical purposes was a male milking machine.

The next boy they grabbed was the sixteen year old British punk, the blond with the spiked hair. They dragged him to the “Birching Station” and tied him over the bench, so that he was straddling it, his legs cuffed to the back legs of the bench. They did not untie his wrists, but used the rope there to bind his arms out in front of him, above his head, so that he was totally helpless. They ripped off his underwear then. His legs were spread wide, and his entire bottom was exposed, and the way that the bench was made it jutted upward, lifted up because the back legs of the bench were higher than the legs in front. He was straddling the bench, and his scrotum was hanging down, resting on the bench and totally exposed for everyone to see. The camera zoomed in on the boy’s bag, and in the monitor you could see the individual blond hairs that were growing from it.

His partner in crime was also dragged forward then, but they took him to the wall and strapped him upright into position, with his dick in the fur tube and the boy standing there staring out into the crowd. When they jerked down his underpants his brown bush of pubic hair was quite a contrast to his red hair on his head, and naked he looked a lot less threatening than he had in the cell. It didn’t take long to get him strapped into position, and then with a push of the button the tube surrounding his dick began to spin.

At the same time, one of the Boy Town officials came forward, and he was carrying a bundle of birch rods, all tied together like a witch’s broom. It seemed an odd sort of a thing to hit a boy with, but birching misbehaving British youth had a long history, and from that respect it somehow seemed appropriate. He raised his arm up high then, way high, and brought it down into the boy’s naked ass that was strapped down on the bench and was waiting for it.

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“ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH” yelled the boy, and he bucked his hips and jerked against the restraints that held him down.

When that bundle of twigs smashed into his ass it had instantly turned red, and there were a thousand little marks that had suddenly just appeared clear across his bottom.

They started birching him in earnest then, blow after blow, and there were twigs flying everywhere as they thrashed that boy. He was bucking his hips and grunting, and that birch bundle just burned its way into his soul. I noticed that his scrotum was turning red too, taking its share of every impact, and the way the boy screamed he had to be learning a hell of a lesson. He started banging his head into the bench in his frustration, and yet there was nothing he could do but just lay there with his legs spread wide while they thrashed his bottom.

While this was going on the other British youth was grunting out a load of jism, shooting out his sperm as the spinning tube of fur mechanically caressed his dick in a relentless whirring sex session. He didn’t want to cum, but he came anyway, shooting out his wad as it was milked from his balls. While he was being forcibly pleasured to the crowd's delight, his accomplice was having his ass burned with the birch.

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And so it went. After about six or seven minutes the birch bundle seemed to lose its power, as many of its little branches and twigs had been broken off as it was put to use.

The boy on the milking station was thrashing out, struggling, as his over sensitive cock continued to be stimulated. He screamed into his gag, and then his body shuddered, and then his cock twitched again and another load of cream shot out of his young cock.

“ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHH..... UGHHHHHHHHH.. UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH” he grunted as his dick spasmed out another load in rhythmic contractions that were too much for him to handle.

As he was squirting out more sperm, another Boy Town official just walked up onto the stage and relieved the man who had been swinging the birch, who by this time was sweating pretty profusely. The new punishment official had a new birch bundle, and he started again on the punk’s ass with a renewed vigor. Boy that teenager grunted then! It was almost like this time they were targeting the crack of the boy's ass and his hanging bag of balls, because his entire scrotum was soon so red and the crack in his ass was literally painted the color of a ripe cherry. He bucked his hips and yelled into his gag while it was happening, and still the birching continued for several more minutes. By the time it was done the teenage boy was crying like a five year old, and the tears were streaming down his face and the snot was drooling out of his nose.

When they undid the cuffs and jerked him from the bench, there was a small little puddle of semen deposited on the bench. The boy had shot his wad as they had thrashed his ass! The camera zoomed in on the teaspoon sized circle of jism, and there was a lot of laughter as the humiliated teenager was pulled from the bench and turned to face the crowd.

Then, they pulled the second British punk off of the milking station and strapped him down onto the birching bench where his cohort had just been done. The already birched boy was put to the wall, and his already spent dick was pushed into the fur lined hole. Once they had swapped places, the spinning tube was activated, and the milking of the just-birched teenager began. At the same time, the second boy was birched just like the first one had been done. The younger boy really screamed into his gag, and it might have been because he had been over stimulated by his multiple orgasms, and perhaps his entire bottom was more sensitive as a result. I don’t know, but he sure struggled as he was birched and by the time it was all done his entire rear end looked like the skin had been completely thrashed off. One thing was certain, after it was done and they were being dragged away, it was obvious that both boys had been milked dry and had their asses set on fire. Their spent dicks were hanging like wet noodles, and their bottoms were flame red and obviously burning. They were two very unhappy teenagers! Still, they had their balls, and that was something.

As they dragged them off the stage I knew things were heating up. I looked around and was worried. Generally, I knew from having been there before as a spectator, that once the castrations started they would run in interest, and so if I was going to avoid that fate then they needed to come for me soon. Just as I was having that thought, they did, and two of the Boy Town officials approached me, unhooking my rope and dragging me towards the front of the stage. I was pulled toward the wooden wall where the British teenager had just been milked dry, and pushed up against it. Damn! I didn't want a turn at the milking station, but as it turned out that's just what I got.

They tossed the rope over the crosspiece, and stretched my arms upward again, and as they did so one of the officials jerked my underwear down all the way to the floor. It didn’t take them very long, and the one guard grasped my penis and pumped it rapidly, and from the friction if nothing else it soon was jutting. God I was humiliated, but at that point I just tried to look down and not think about where I was or who might be watching.

They pushed my cock into the fur lined hole, and what caught me totally by surprise was the heat of it. It was hot, hot from the friction that had been created when it had been rapidly rotating around the last boy’s cock. OH GOD IT WAS WARM! It was something to feel, way more than I expected, and the fur was extremely soft and when my cock slid through the hair I gasped. God...my cock sure got hard then!

My legs were trussed out, way out, stretched out so wide my hole was open and visible to those behind me. There was nothing I could do, and I could feel the air on my balls and the feeling of vulnerability was total. Suddenly, without any warning, I felt that fur tube start spinning around and around my cock, seemingly pumping it at the same time. I opened my eyes wide with disbelief, and stared up then, at the crowd of faces that was staring at me. Janet was there, as were the boys who had held my nut sack not that very long ago.

The feeling grew exponentially, and quickly became way too much. I ejaculated, violently, and my sperm just shot out across the floor in front of me in ropes of jism. There was a lot of semen spilled on the floor in front of the wall already, and soon I was jetting my own addition into the mess. God it felt so fucking intense, and the crowd was laughing as I came. I hadn’t had a sexual release in quite a while, and all of the pent up sperm just shot out in front of everyone, my nuts pumping themselves dry and I coming in waves.

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“ARHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH” I grunted into the gag then, the pain shooting clear across my entire ass in that single instant. I was being strapped!

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“YEOWWWWWWWWWWWWW” I yelled into the gag, the rubber balls moving as I bit down from the pain. Boy that fucking strap hurt like shit! I struggled then, trying to move to dodge the blows, but they came in a roll then, one after the other, assaulting my naked bottom and me powerless to stop it.

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SHIT IT HURT! The guard was burning my ass with the leather strap, letting it curve right up between my legs and snap directly onto my hole with a vengeance.

“YEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” I tried to say, grunting out my misery and biting down on the rubber cock that was filling my mouth. Shit I thought they were killing me, the pain radiating out from between my legs and across each cheek of my naked ass. They showed me no mercy, none at all, and just burned and spanked my naked bottom as hard as they could with that strip of thick cow hide. Fuck it hurt so damn bad!

After my balls were empty still they whipped me, and as they did that machine worked on my cock and the spinning fur never stopped or tired. I came three or four times, right in a row, and then even though I was totally spent still I found myself thrashing against my bonds, trying to get away and to get my cock free of that hole. My cock was way over-stimulated, and the feeling was too intense really to even stand. Yet, I was helpless, and so against my will I shot again, my cock pulsating but this time only a small little bit of semen was left to ooze out of my over-stimulated pole. For the most part, my nuts had long since emptied themselves.

They pulverized my rear, and as the blows continued it slowly became numb. The man whipping me was relentless, and the crowd clapped and applauded with every grunt of pain. Somewhere in the midst of it he started really whipping my hole, letting the tip of the leather smack directly over the opening to my bowels. It was too much, and the tears came then, in a flood, and he had me beaten and I screamed and thrashed in desperation. There was nothing after that by my ass and that strap and that tube and my cock. FUCK IT WAS JUST WAY TOO MUCH! He was hitting me so damn hard, at the same time my cock was twitching and jerking and the super sensitive tip just couldn’t handle the feeling. I had another dry orgasm about then, even as that strapped smacked into my ass. OH GOD. Again and again and again. I grunted and came and screamed from the intensity of what they were doing to me. I think it went on for ten minutes, and perhaps more. I was being made into a lesson, and I was powerless to do anything but just try and live through the experience. Finally, FINALLY he was done, and then they just jerked me off of the device, my spent prick hanging down like an overdone wet noodle. My ass was a deep shade of purple, and it started to swell.

I looked up and as they dragged me from the stage I caught just a glimpse of Janet.

The bitch wasn’t happy, and the look on her face was priceless, and in spite of my severe thrashing it was obvious she was not satisfied. Well, if I could have laughed, I would have, and it occurred to me that her new boyfriend might not be getting any after all. Of course, at that point I was in so much pain I couldn’t really do anything, and I felt like a rag doll as they half dragged me and half walked me back to the post punishment room. This room didn’t have any bars, and there wasn’t a door. It was just a large room that they used to dump us, so that as we were punished they took us there. I was just dumped on the floor without a single word, next to the two British punks who had been birched. Someone took the gag out of my mouth, but my hands were left tied, although I suppose I could have used my teeth at that point to free up the knot. The chains around my legs were still in place too, but the center link was not connected so I was not restrained. Around me were some of the other boys who had just been punished as well. Some of them were still crying, but most were just whimpering, and one boy was standing up and rubbing his bright red bottom with his recently unbound hands.

I didn’t move, couldn’t move really, as my entire ass was so sore it can’t be described. Still, I had my balls, and that was something, and while it had not been pleasant and it had not been cheap, things were working out and I knew eventually what they had done to me would heal.

A few minutes later they dragged in Jeremy, and when I looked at my older brother he tried to smile. His entire ass looked like raw hamburger, but he rolled to his side and I got a glimpse of his scrotum. It was still stuffed full of his nuts, and I closed my eyes then, thankful that he too had been spared. Of course, it had cost us twenty thousand dollars and the skin off our bottoms to buy our balls, but at least we had them and that was something.

I thought about leaving. The Chinese man had said: “After they strap your bottom, do not linger here.”

I looked to the door, and one boy was already leaving, his parents helping him as he shuffled his feet and limped his way to the exit. I tried to move too, but the pain shot through me and I decided to wait for just a few minutes and see if the pain would lesson somewhat.

About that time the next two boys were dragged into the room together. They were the gay boys, the ones who had told me that they had been caught playing with their dicks and using their foreskins to play their stupid ‘docking’ game. When I saw them I was shocked, and I almost vomited. There bottoms had been strapped, and were cherry red, but it was their dicks that caught my attention. They had been skinned back and tightly circumcised, and the operation had been done in such a way and so much skin had been removed that their little cocks were almost nubs now. The boys were in a lot of pain, but I did noticed they still had their balls which was something I had not expected. Even so, their dicks had received a full treatment, and their circumcisions were so high and tight that I wondered if they’d ever be able to jerk off. Right now of course everything was way too sore, but even so, one thing was certain. Their docking game was history.

About ten minutes later they dragged in two more of the gay boys, the ones who had been doing the ‘69’ when they were caught sucking each other off. They too had been circumcised, and the punishment officials had tattooed their cocks with the letters ‘4GIRLSONLY’ down the lengths of each of their dicks. I had seen that done before when I had been to Boy Town the last time, but looking at them now, close up, it was something to see. The boys look stunned, shocked really, the realization of their punishments just beginning to take hold. But at least they too still had their balls, and for that they were lucky.

The pain in my buttocks seemed to intensify. The numbness had worn off, and I felt as if the skin had been burned completely off of my rear. God they had strapped me hard! My nuts had taken a couple of hits with the leather as well, and now I was starting to feel the burn there and it was not enjoyable. We were all in misery though, and as they brought in the prisoners one by one after their punishments had been done to them the moaning and whimpering around me intensified. My brother’s bottom was especially ugly, and it was obvious that he had paid a heavy price for breaking into Janet's apartment. It was clearly costing him now. Shit! Still, we had our balls, and that was something.

I thought again about leaving again, but when I rolled over and tried to sit I gasped from the pain and fell back and rolled so my bottom was up in the air. My entire ass was swelling by that time, and it's hard to describe how sore I was. I decided to work on the knots that were holding my wrists together. Some of the prisoners were untied, but most of us were just laying there on the floor as we had been dropped. Still, the door was wide open, and there was nothing really keeping us there and it was clear we were free to leave when we wanted. I put the knotted rope to my mouth, and began to work the knot free.

As I was doing that they began to drag in the six robbers that had broken into all of the homes in a crime spree that had lasted for many months. I was especially interested in those, because Jeremy’s crime was similar in many ways and I was curious what the local boys were having to pay for what they had done. All of their bottoms were purple, like my brothers and mine, and you could see the horizontal welts that criss-crossed their bottoms in angry lines where the straps had done their job. Shit they had been beaten! But, that wasn’t where it ended, not for them. Their cocks had been skinned to, and now, circumcised, they looked red and sore and the boys were clearly in misery.

I also noticed that the groins of all of the boys had been shaved bald and clearly their crimes had cost them dearly, and that’s when I realized how lucky we had been by bribing the official, even if at the time my bottom didn’t feel so lucky. As I had that thought it was emphasized to an even greater degree when the last two of the robbers, the seventeen year olds that had been the ring leaders, were brought in with empty scrotums, their balls having been excised while the crowd of onlookers cheered. They were lifeless now, like rag dolls really, and the castrated boys were lying on the floor after that unmoving, uncaring even. Fuck me! Their robbery antics had cost them everything, even their balls!

I wanted to leave then, right then, and it was certainly possible, but the reality was that there was no need to really hurry. And, for the most part the vast majority of the prisoners were just lying on the floor in pain, trying to recover and to figure out what had been done them. As for me, my bottom was so damn sore I could hardly move, and my brother didn’t seem capable of getting up yet and I wasn’t thrilled with the prospect either. I figured it was around nine or so in the evening, and right then what I needed was some time to just try and recover, feeling the pain radiating in my ass and hoping it would start to lesson.

As I lay there in my misery they dragged in a blond haired boy, a sixteen year old that I immediately recognized as being one of the young drug users. Shit! As they dragged him in, the first of one hundred or so teenagers who had been caught with illegal drugs, it was immediately apparent that his sentence had not been a light one. They pulled him into the room by his arms and just dropped him to the floor. He was limp, like a rag doll, all of the fight gone out of him, and as he rolled over on his back he spread his legs, the pain between them so great he could not keep them closed.

My face was literally less than two feet from his crotch, and I looked at his lifeless cock laying like a wet noodle across his stomach and it seemed odd and out of place on a teenage boy. But it wasn’t his limp cock that grabbed my attention. No, it was what wasn’t there, what I couldn’t see but should have seen, that made my stomach turn. The boy was nut-less, his entire scrotum was missing and there was nothing at all under his pole. Where his scrotum should have been was a small little red rubber ring, very tiny in fact, and with a very small bit of flesh that seemed to be puckered from the middle of the ring, all constricted there. Where his nuts had been hanging all of his life now there was nothing at all, and as I stared at the brand new eunuch I could hardly believe the transformation and how fast it had been done.

I reached down then, with my tied hands, and felt my own sac of balls. My scrotum was soft, and all of a sudden it felt so wonderful to heft it, to cup my manhood and feel my stones, the essence of everything that made me a man. My two individual nuts were safe in my bag, resting there, my bullocks filling my bag like two plums. God I loved my balls! I felt so good then, so wonderful, and as I gently rolled my testicles within my bag and fondled my manhood, I couldn’t help but grin, and all of a sudden my well-spanked bottom just didn’t seem to matter anymore. I was a man, and that was all that mattered!

To be continued....................

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