My Favourite Shorts

By: Littledick

Hi! I am a nineteen-year-old and I lost my balls because of favourite pair of well fitting, butt hugging and sexy feeling shorts that I wore at every opportunity I had. I am the runt of the litter when it comes to my older brothers but where I lacked in stature I made up for it in the endowment department.

I have a thirty-inch waist and I had grown into my shorts. They were tight in the legs but baggy in the front sucked up my bubble butt showing every succulent curve of it off and the well-defined valley between the two halves. My shorts were nicely fitting around the waist and felt great to wear. They were made from thick drill cotton and had gone soft with wear; they green in colour which is my favourite colour.

My cock six-inch slack uncut cock and bull balls had plenty of room to swagger in front and never fell out due to the well fitting legs. I never wore any underwear even though the bludge in my shorts left nothing to the imagination. I usually wore my shorts with a yellow coloured singlet and no shoes.

I was on my way back home walking through the park near our place when suddenly a figure jumped out in front of me from behind a bush and kicked me in the balls that sent me crashing to the ground holding my nuts in agony. Next a couple of guys were kicking me in the nuts screaming soothing about bloody faggots. I must have passed out at some stage. When I came to I was naked and tied over the end of a table in a tin shed. I had a ball gag shoved in my mouth but I had no idea where I was. Some time passed when I heard someone coming towards the shed. It was dark in the shed and when the door opened I was blinded by the bight light and could not see who came in apart from making out it was three people. Before I knew it I was blindfolded.

Look at the fucking faggot was the first thing I heard but I did not recognise the voice. A second unknown voice sparked up we will have to teach this poofter a lesson. Next thing someone shoved their cock up my ass and buried it up to their balls. I could never understand why straight guys though they would teach gay guys a lesson by screwing him. Like these straight guys were doing what they hated us for, it never made any sense to me.

However that afternoon all three of them screwed me over. As each of them came they would hit me in the balls with their fists. My bull balls were swollen and tender and ached like I had never felt before in my short life. Once they finished screwing me with my legs pulled back over my front my legs were then tied around the knees splitting my legs as far apart as they could get them. My ankles were then tied so I was unable to kick them as they worked on me.

Shaving cream was poured all over my crotch from my stomach over cock and ball and butt. The guys were having a good time with the old cut throat razor as thy made sure every hair or piece of fluff was removed. They were delighted as they watched my arse whole twitch as the blade of the razor came down the valley of my butt and across it. By the time they finished I didn’t have a hair of any sort from the wait down and including my entire butt. I heard one of the guys asked if they got all that. A short reply was yes and that was all that was said. My body jumped as they washed me off with salt water, it stung with every tender spot it found on my de-haired groin. I heard some clanking sounds as something was brought near and I am sure that more people came in at this point. But the new people did not speak at all so it was hard to tell if they were there.

It was extremely hot in the tin shed and I could feel my balls hanging lower and lower over my butt. My nuts were given several hard tugs, stretching them further so by the time they were ready my nuts sat in the bottom of their pouch the extended the greatest distance away from my cock as they were able to get. Someone took hold of my balls with both hands, put a foot on the table and pulled them straight out from my body, the pain was unreal. Then someone put a nylon string around the neck of my scrotum and man overed it just under the base of my cock and the loop of string was snapped closed as tight as they could get it. It felt like it was cutting into the tender flesh of my nut sack.

Without warning my balls were set on by them all as a barrage of clenched tight fists came raining down on each egg in the pouch. I was delirious because of the pain they were causing me. I was surprised by just how quiet these guys were as they continued to belt my balls for all they were worth. My nuts felt like they had swollen to four or five times their normal size when the pounding stopped. Again the place was quiet as my nuts were yanked away from my body.

Then a sharp stinging sensation just under my cock started. The sensation was unbelievable and quickly turned to excruciating pain and it was soon obvious they were slowly cutting my balls off me. I was screaming for all I was worth into the gag in my mouth and my face was beat red and sweat literally poured off my whole body. The guys continued to just put pressure on the knife they were using so I felt every atom it sliced through. The pain continued to grow as the knife cut further and further into the tender skin it was dividing from me. The knife was then turned slightly at a different angle so it was forced into more skin around the outside of my ball sack.

Fifteen or so minutes passed when they pulled my scrotum off my balls leaving them dangling on their cords, their protecting sack gone now lying across my stomach. The different guys came over and played with my dangling balls inspecting every bit of them. This went on for some time, and then one of them began to swing my nuts around after he had pulled on their cords for awhile. He must have got more of the cord to pull out of my body before he swung them around as fast as he could and then slammed them into the table top. I jumped within my self as he kept this up for some time.

When they had finished swinging my balls around the knife was employed again and held to the cord of my left ball. Suddenly I felt a searing pain pulse through me for a few moments and then thud as the left ball feel and hit the table no longer part of my anatomy. I was delirious and just thrashed my head around. They waited till I was somewhat together to realise and feel the right hand ball being clipped from me before they did it. They wanted me to know what had been done to me. The sound of a flame from one of those gas burners started and shortly after something red hot was pushed into the wound to cauterise it and prevent any further bleeding from the site.

The sounds of bits and pieces was heard as they must have been gathering their things and to leave. I didn’t hear much more but some time later I realised that one of my hands was free and began to try to untie myself and remove the gag too. It must have taken me a good half hour as my whole body felt sore especially when I needed to move through my groin. Then I must have rolled off the table as I found myself on the floor next. I staggered to my feet and found my short hanging on the wall. It was then I looked down and saw my cock hanging straight down between my legs with no balls under it anymore. I let out a deafening scream which caught the attention of a passer by who came in. Standing before him was me naked, blood stains all down my legs, no balls and my shorts in hand. The look of shock on his face as this frightened shacking rabbit of a lad stood before him. He came and held me so I didn’t fall over again whilst he made a call on his mobile phone to the police.

After the police arrived I was taken to the hospital whilst the Cops searched the tin shed for clues to whom had done this to me. All that was in the room was my blood on the table and floor, a gag and the ropes that were used to tie me up. However no one has ever been found or charged for castrating me. I still love waring my shorts just that there is not much of a bludge in front only a lifeless cock swinging between my legs. My father was devastated by all this because I was his favourite. My brothers all acted shocked and alarmed by what had happen to me and always claimed they knew nothing about it.

However three years later my father was fixing some loose floor board in the house in one of brother’s bedrooms when he found a video tape under the floor. He took it and watched in total horror and disbelief. He saw me being captured and tied to the table followed by the scenes of my castration as it lite the screen before him. The people in the film had hoods on and dark clothing and when my three old brothers came in dark disguises he recognised them from their body shapes and it didn’t take him long to recognise their mates were the ones that cut my nuts off. But he then knew who ordered by nutting, my gallous brothers.

My brothers thought that they had got away with it, but that night when they came home after work one at a time Dad took them over to the shed and thrashed each one with a stick before tying them up and banding each of them and leaving them there until he had done them all. It was all over when I came home a couple of hours later. Dad said he wanted me to site in the lounge whilst he went and got some people. He pushed my brothers through the door as they came in naked, their hands tied behind their backs, slobbering, their balls banded, and dark purple and obviously cold. Dad simply said these shits are the ones who had you castrated boy and put the video on. Dad left my brothers in the same state for two more hours before he untied them and said to them you can now cut your own nuts off as they are more than dead and if left you will die too.

The three brothers ended up cutting their own balls off and leaving home. A rumour went around that they had nutted their mates who they got to do me in the end.

One could say ball binding justices was had!