As he carefully inspected each of his fellow inmates, taking in each ones attributes, he realised that his former friend had purchased an exceptional group of slaves.

Slaves that any owner or breeder would have been proud of, there was the young dark haired boy with the angelic face, with his smooth olive Hispanic skin, classical good looks and bright dark brown eyes, he could not have been more than eighteen years of age, yet he had firm sinewy muscle showing clearly beneath his glowing skin, with bulging biceps and rippling abdominals. A neat dark tuff of pubic hair at the base of his wash board stomach, naturally led your attention to his obvious arousal. Watching the recent castration of their cell mate had affected the boy and produced an impressive and enraged phallus unexpected on such a young man. He was obviously very aroused and excited; the slit in his helmeted cock head was slick and oozing pre-cum into a long string of slime, which hung from the purple mushroomed head of the youth’s weighty and veiny weapon.

As he watched him he realised that there were tears in the boy’s eyes and that he had a look of almost panic on his face, he suddenly realised that the boy was close to breaking point with fear. He apparently was not at all keen on giving up his eggs, the curves of which were showing clearly and seductively, bulging in their silky smooth sack squeezed between the boys thighs, he was a young man on the very cusp of manhood and had probably never felt the warm wetness of a woman and he desperately wanted to stay a male, rather than become a, it, a sexless being, a steer, a gelding, a eunuch.

For the first time in his life the former slave owner, now slave, felt pity for a young man who was facing castration. He had castrated hundreds of young men as an owner, and had watched them struggle and fight to keep their heavy sacks full; he had felt nothing but amusement and excitement at the time, for their antics and struggling. But now he wished he could help this youngster avoid the knife, and felt that it would be a crime to destroy this most impressive piece of nature’s art, which the boy carried so proudly. But alas he knew he wouldn’t be able to avoid the same outcome himself, never mind help the boy avoid it, he wondered if this fact alone accounted for his change of heart and his new enlightened view.

He then considered the other two inmates, they were more the typical slave that satisfied their new owners taste, he saw this immediately. Buff, smooth, tanned, blue eyed and blond with the rippling muscle of the mature young male, they were both in their early twenties and could have been brothers. They were exactly the type of slave that he and there present owner would have purchased in the past, both were lying on the floor with there backs leaning against the wall, like the dark haired boy contemplating their coming emasculation had left both with large jutting cocks. All three had big circumcised cocks, but where the dark haired boy had an almost black bush above his cock these two had wispy golden fluff at the base of their impressive curves, whilst on there bulging scrotums the few wisps of hair reflected golden in the sun light.

All four were shiny with sweat from the heat in there small cell and as he was viewing the other three it suddenly dawned on him that he was an almost dead ringer for the two blonds, a honey tan and a buff muscular body with six pack abs, piercing blue eyes and a large nine inch rock hard cock with two hen egg sized testicles hanging heavy in the sack under his cock, as if he was offering them and almost begging to have them cut out.

He wondered again why a man who was waiting for and contemplating having his manhood hacked out with a knife would be so aroused, but aroused they all were, himself as much as the other three. He knew from when he was castrating that nearly all men became aroused by the sight of watching another man or boy been castrated, or even by the thought of been castrated themselves. He had never seen a young man not have the biggest erection of their lives as they were been dragged to the cutting bench or when their sacks had been noosed by the leather tourniquet. And now even his own cock was up rock hard with excitement by the thought, and it seemed eager with anticipation for his own castration. No matter that he and the other three were all terrified by the prospect, of the pain they knew was to come; they were all up rock hard, ready and waiting for that final and ultimate orgasm as the knife did its work.

He new this fact would give their new owner pleasure, he would be thrilled by those big cocks offering up there bulging sacks of testicles for sacrifice and the knife, his knife. He knew he would smirk as each one of them grunted, bucking, as a quivering spasm ran through their bodies as he pushed his razor sharp knife point deep into their full scrotums. Laughing while their big virile cocks shot thick white lines of cum out from big mushroomed cock heads onto ribbed bellies and heaving chest for the last time, especially if this occurred at the very moment he cut free their large quivering balls, making them docile gelded slaves. He knew no matter how determined he and the others were to deny him the satisfaction and not to fulfill the urge of the boy who would nut them, he would still get to see them cum as his knife did its work. He knew that he and the other three would all shoot their loads and empty their balls onto their bellies for him, they all did, and he knew he would be no different.

He tried to comfort the young man beside him, “look don’t be embarrassed by your arousal and erection, it is natural to have one after watching a castration, and especially when you are considering your own castration. You, me, and these other two will all have hard cocks when our time comes and we are dragged struggling and kicking, then are strapped down spread eagled onto the cutting bench, and we will all cum as our testicles are cut, it is the way it is”.

“I don’t want to be gelded though, held down and cut like a hog” replied the boy.

He considered this for a moment then responded “none of us do, but that is our destiny now and there is nothing we can do about it, so we may as well just accept it is going to happen. It is what he purchased us for, but don’t worry, he is good at it, he may be young but our owner knows how to steal a set of balls from a scrotum”.

“Why does he do it though, surely not all young males have to be castrated to make good slaves, not all of us cause trouble or fight, I never have, I have always been an obedient and reliable slave so why must I be gelded. Does he enjoy doing it, and if so why, you say you have castrated young men in the past, did you enjoy doing it and how many slaves have you gelded”.

How could he answer that, he thought? The truth then, to the boy and himself. “I castrated my first buck slave when I was sixteen, he was a slave who was 23 years of age and he had the biggest set of stones I have ever seen. It was the most exciting thing I had ever done. The feeling of power it gave me was a rush, to hold another mans sack, an older mature man, in your hand, knowing that you were about to steal his most treasured possessions, his jewels. To hear him beg, knowing that he would do anything to save them is an experience you can’t imagine. I can still hearing him grunting as I used the knife to cut through that fat scrotum, I can still feel him bucking and kicking, and I can still remember clearly how his balls quivered in their severed sack in my hand once I had cut them free, and I can still smell the thick white lines of his seed as it shot out onto his chest, oh yes I enjoyed it. Since that first one, I have probably castrated a couple of hundred slaves, all teenagers or in their early twenties, just like us four really, just like you”.

The young man considered this and replied “then you deserve to be castrated as well, the same as you have done to others”.

“You’re probably right, I do deserve what is going to be done to us, but I now regret what I have done in the past, and if I could help you avoid the same fate I would, because you don’t deserve it”.

The older of the two blonds who had been listening to this exchange suddenly asked “If you have done so many cuttings do you think this will be as painful as we are told and think it will be, and, and do you think it will be dangerous, I have heard some slaves die after they have had their balls removed, do you think that could happen to me? And how will he do the actual castration”.

Looking at the young blond he answered, “Well, yes it is going to be painful, no error, by my experience, watching the slaves that I have nutted, they certainly are not happy about it as it is done to them and I don’t think you will be either, as it is done to you. And as to how dangerous it is depends on the individual slave to be castrated, how old he is, whether his balls hang low in his sack, if his cords are straight and thick, all these things affect the procedure. Here let me feel your sack and I will tell you more”.

The blond lifted and shifted his athletic body around letting his thighs fall a part, fully exposing his sack for inspection, the young man reached out and gently cupped the bulging set of stones, which were soft and loose in their sack because of the heat in the cage, this despite the fact that he had a hard thick 8 inch curved cock above them. He gently but firmly joggled the boys stones feeling out each individual testicle, they were large firm and oval. With his finger tips he minutely examined each, they had a clear and well defined epididymis clearly felt at the back of each, he then searched with his fingers following and feeling each of the boys cord from each testicle right up to were they both disappeared into his body at the base of his hard cock.

They were a nice sack of balls which hung low, and he knew with an expert’s knowledge that the cutter who was to unman them would have little difficulty in taking them, so he told him. “I see few complication with your castration, you will cut well; you have heavy stones that hang low with thick cords that won’t bleed excessively when cut. First he will put a leather thong around the base of your sack and jerk it tight so it acts as a tourniquet, like this” and he wrapped his thumb and fore finger around the boys bag to show them how it would be. “then he will grip the bottom of your bag like this” and with his free hand he took a pinch of the smooth scrotum between his thumb and fore finger, and pulled it out taught, “then with a gelding knife he will be easily able to cut the bottom off your bag like this. Now it is a simple matter of him dragging out each of your testicles until the cord of each is drawn tight, then with a red hot iron he will burn through the cord about six inches from your nut, first one then the other, then he will cut away the rest of your sack and cauterize the stump with the iron and its done. It will take him only a few minutes to castrate you, and then a couple of weeks for the wound to heal and you will be a new estate eunuch, quiet and docile causing no trouble anymore”.

The second blond asked “can you have a look at mine and give me your opinion on how I’ll castrate, and is there anything we can do to make it less painful and easier on us”.

He examined the second blond who was a little younger than the first perhaps 20 years of age, he also was well endowed, He enjoyed the feel of a set of healthy young balls in his hand again, especially the feel of the golden hair on this silky smooth purse. “You’re the same it should go well for you as well, as to what you can do to make it easier, just try and keep still when he begins the cutting if you can, and keep your knees wide apart so he has free and easy access to your stones, there is nothing worse than trying to nut a struggling sweating slave when you cant see what you are doing”.

The youngest then asked to be examined and spread his legs wide for inspection, asking as he began to feel his full bag, “will my castration be straight forward do you think, and will he really eat our testicles, and what do they taste like anyway, are they that good that you would geld men to get them”.

“You are the perfect age for cutting, 17 to18 is the age considered by most slave dealers as the preferred time for gelding. The slave is well developed, for instance you have the body and muscle mass of an older male, and the testicles you carry are as large as any of us and bigger than most slaves. I can feel they are well matured and the cords are as thick as an older man, but you are younger and not as attached to them as us other three. You have not used them to the same degree as us, and therefore will not miss them as much when they are gone, what is the old saying cut a colt is fine but to geld a stallion is risky”.

“Fresh young men’s testicles like these are a delicacy much sought after, especially by young women who love the thought of eating a young studs balls while he watches as often as not, it’s a power thing as much as anything else. When these sweet meats of yours are breaded and fried they will be perfect, like salty bacon but crispy on the outside with soft almost succulent centres. I always preferred the stones of the younger slaves to be cut, sweeter and not as rank, once the slave gets much older than 18 or 19 their stones have a stronger flavour which I found overbearing. But I know that our current owner and others liked the stronger flavour, so my own and these other two bulls balls will be more to his taste when cooked than yours”.

As these words were being said they all noticed two very pretty female faces looking in at them, he recognised them immediately as the two hand slaves of his former fiancée. They were both in their early twenties with beautiful firm lithe bodies, and he recalled how much he had wanted to fuck both of them when he was engaged to their mistress, but been so close to her then, there was no way she wouldn’t have found him out. He’d had to steer well clear of them even though they had both flirted with the young master and he had felt both of them up at least a couple of times.

There was no where to hide their nakedness, so there was no point trying to avoid the pairs inquisitive gaze, they giggled and were pointing at all four enraged and dripping cocks.

One pretty face giggled and said to the other “these four stallions are keen to be gelded are they not, look how hard their cocks are, eager for their turn to have their legs spread wide for the young master to empty their sacks for them”.

The other one responded, “Yes their big cocks are excited by the thought now, but wait until the master cuts open those big smooth sacks they have, and when they feel the knife cutting free their luscious big bull nuts for them, they’ll whinny then, just like a young stallion been cut”.

“It’s a pity really they all look like they would be a good fuck and father good children if allowed to breed, the young dark haired one there is so cute, and he could use that big cock on me anytime he liked. I bet those big fat testicles of his would be full of good seed too, a pity to see him lose them and be made into a gelding with a limp useless cock” was the reply.

He looked at the young slave who was the centre of her attention and lust and ribald comment; he was blushing and attempting to cover his nudity. “Ignore them they are just trying to wind you up, they enjoy watching a castration and the tormenting of the soon to be eunuch is part of their fun. That and the fact that she wants that big cock of yours inside her pussy, pity you wont get the chance to oblige her; you would have had her begging for mercy with that big stiff cock you have there”.

The boy looked pleased with him self at this information, as he leaned back further against the wall, removing the hands he had been attempting to cover himself with, and positioned his body so the girl could get a good look at his assets.

“Yes but it is the mistress’s former fiancée that interests me, look at how big his hard cock is. And remember the look of pure pleasure that used to be on the mistress’s face when he mounted her and she lay there impaled beneath him, I wanted him to give me that pleasure then and I still want it now. Do you think the master would let us mate with them before he nuts them, I mean he has been talking about breeding us, and what better seed could he get, he could breed from these bulls before they are cut and steered”.

He had wanted these pair of young sexy beauties before, but now he would give anything to be able to fuck them, one last fuck before been nutted, if only he could. Looking at the other three soon to be castrated slaves he knew similar thoughts were going through their minds, even the boy, his cock was bobbing around like a gun dog on game, they all wanted to push their hungry hard cocks into the two girls so bad and they all knew it would never be.

Suddenly their worse nightmare arrived in the form of their owner, he had heard the girls talking as he approached. He spoke to them,

“Sorry girls it was a good idea and normally I would oblige you, but it’s not to be this time as I have a guest coming for lunch, and don’t you know his favourite meal is grilled slave balls. So these slaves are to be gelded now, to supply the fresh balls for our lunch, but I will let you watch and help me castrate them as compensation, and promise you will both have a buck to breed with this week”.

He then looked in at the four of them with what can only be described as eager eyes, yes thought the young man you’re enjoying this, if only I could reverse things and have you on that bench. He will save me to last to draw out my torment and his pleasure but which of these other three will be first I wonder.

“Right girls which of them will be first, as you noticed they are all eager to be parted with their balls, or at least their cocks are. A blond first I think” turning to the three big men who were obviously there to assist him he nodded towards the younger of the two blond slaves, “ we will have his balls out first, get him out here and on his back”.

They opened the door and grabbed the young man and begun dragging him out, the boy kicked and screamed struggling to be free and to save his most treasured possessions that swung between his legs. He was slippery with sweat and for a second he almost got free but then they got a good hold on him and he was dragged onto the bench, where he flopped feebly like a fish as his ankles were manacled and locked into position, with his knees spread wide exposing his bulging sack and engorged penis to the boy who would geld him and to the two watching girls.

“Look at this young buck slave, girls, his balls look full of cream, he would have mated well do you think, and would you like that big cock inside you. Well it’s hard as a dill pickle now and he is as ready as he ever will be for his cutting so let’s get it done”.

They listened to the trussed boy pleading with the still younger boy holding the knife; his pleas were suddenly cut off as he was gagged. They now could only hear mumbling as the boy continued begging for his balls even though he could now not be understood by anyone. Then he let out a loud grunt and his body spasmed, shaking and went rigid, and it was obvious that his sack had been tied and the boy was struggling with the pain from the tourniquet that was now biting deep into his sack of balls, cutting the blood supply off from them, and in the process preparing the boy for his castration.

The three of them were watching what was happening on the bench with fascination and trepidation, knowing it would soon be their own turn on the bench, on their backs, legs spread. The young man who only a few months before had been a master of slaves and was now a slave himself knew what would happen next, he new each stage of the process of castrating of a slave so well, it was all second nature to him now after so many slaves had lost their balls to his knife.

As the young man on his back on the bench, grunted even louder shrieking through the gag stuffed into his mouth, he knew by instinct that the knife had been pushed deep into his scrotum, he also knew he would soon have the most intense and last orgasm of his life, and as if to prove this there was a giggle from the two girls watching the castration, and then they all saw the thick ropes of white cum shoot from the boys bobbing and quivering cock head landing in lines on his ribbed belly. Then they heard the girls give a small cheer of appreciation as the boys two large balls were finally severed with a hiss of burning flesh and as they went into the bowl one of them carried to hold them, he watched as the remains of the boys sack was removed and cauterized with the hot iron and then as the new gelding slave was released and removed from the bench.

He was impressed with how efficient his former pupil had carried out the boy’s castration, and it was only a few minutes before the cage door was been opened and they were dragging out the second blond slave, he fought even harder than his predecessor had and struggled all the way to the bench. He didn’t want to watch again, so let his gaze and mind wander to his remaining cell mate who was watching almost entranced by what was happening on the bench, his nipples had puckered up and were now hard coins on his broad, tanned, smooth and hard muscled chest, he was breathing deeply almost panting. He could not decide if this was from panic or excitement, the fact that the boy was aroused was obvious, his cock had become engorged and was swollen even harder and bigger than before, and it was now absolutely dribbling pre-cum. There was a hiss of hot metal on wet flesh and a cheer from the two young girls, which announced the fact that the twenty odd year old slaves testicles, with those well defined epididymis on them, were now in the bowl.

The boy now looked at him nervously, and he could read the question in his eyes as it flashed there briefly, will it be you or me next? He answered him aloud “you will be next”.

The cage door creaked and then they were dragging him out, he fought hard and every one of his hard muscles stood out on his sweating young body, which was as shiny as if he had been oiled. The washboard abdominal muscles stood out clearly on the eighteen year old boy’s stomach as he was dragged kicking on to the bench, his thick veiny cock was held up tight and vertical against his belly as he fought to stay a man. His bulging sack with those big tender balls was drawn up tight under his bobbing cock, and he knew with a cutters knowledge that they would have to use a hot pot of coals under them to make them sag before they would be able to noose them with the leather tourniquet.

Sure enough the boy, who was cutting the young slave, quickly pushed the pot of hot coals between the boys’s outstretched thighs, as soon as he had been secured to the bench and was gagged, it took only a minute or two and his sack of big tender balls softened and sagged down invitingly. He remembered with a rush how much pleasure it used to give him to have a young slave strapped down and spread eagled before him, and to stand there between his outstretched legs, holding and fondling the struggling slaves large set of balls, knowing how tender and tasty they will be, once you have cut them free and had them cooked. Forgetting his earlier liberal attitude he now wished it was him about to geld the dark haired hansom young slave, and he could be the one to feel the boy’s big balls quivering for the last time as they shot his thick white cum out onto his heaving chest.

As he watched one of the girls was handing a leather noose over, while the slave’s big brown eyes sadly begged her not to let this happen to him, they snapped shut as the tie was made and his bag was noosed tight remorselessly. The boy’s big curved cock pointed straight up and his big mushroomed cock head throbbed with anticipation in the sunlight. And as the knife point was held against his tight full sack and then was slowly but inexorably pushed deep into his ample manhood the boys back arched and he threw back his head grunting into the gag, then the boys big cock shot the biggest wad of semen he had ever seen, it just kept shooting line after heaving line and he was amazed that the boys balls could have held that much cream.

The girls giggled and one said to the other “I told you his big young balls would be full of seed, look at him shoot, what a waste of all those little babies” she giggled.

Their owner replied to her, “He was full of seed and no doubt would have impregnated you both with that big cock of his and it would have given you pleasure I’m sure, but he is not the line of slave I am breeding. I will have a big blond blue eyed buck stand stud to you, and once he has serviced you both, he will sire the kind of offspring I’m seeking from my slaves”.

The boy on his back finally ceased shooting and with a final groan it was done and he had completed his transformation from virile well hung young stud to an eighteen year old eunuch slave who would have a limp useless cock half its former size.

They now came for him and as they opened the door he made a dash for freedom, he had been contemplating this moment as they were castrating the boy, and he had decided that his best chance was to take them by surprise and bolt for freedom when they would expect him to hold back at the back of the cage trying to avoid their reach. It almost worked, as the door was unlocked he hit it with his full force knocking two of the big men over and surprising the other one. As the girls shrieked he shot past at full stretch and almost made it, but just as he jumped clear of one of the fallen men he felt his ankle clamped in an iron tight grip and he went down hard, sprawled out full stretch on the ground, then they were on him. He felt strong hands gripping him by both wrists and ankles and no matter how hard he struggled he was lifted and dragged to the bench, but instead of been spread eagled on it like the others he was lashed over it. His feet were pulled wide apart and secured to the legs of the bench then his wrist were secured tightly to the opposite side pulling him out taught face down over the bench, he continued to struggle and curse until a rag was stuffed into his mouth gagging him. Then he felt the heat from the coal pot as it was placed between his outstretched legs, he felt the warmth slowly seep into his balls, feeling them slowly begin to soften and sag, he screamed into his gag when he felt his new owner gently cup and massage them. He bucked and struggled as hard as he could, trying to break free, when he felt the leather noose been slowly slipped up and over his bag of balls, he jerked and gurgled almost choking on the gag as the knot was viciously snatched tight and he felt his bag of balls noosed and knotted tight, ready for cutting.

He could not believe how quick it had all happened; a few minutes ago he had been watching the eighteen year old get nutted, now he was strapped over the same bench, legs spread, butt in the air, with an iron tight noose of leather knotted around his sack, and his balls were now starting to ache and throb in earnest. The pain was bad but he knew from experience that this was just the beginning and that when the knife came into play it would get far worse, if that was possible, he did not know if he would be able to stand it. He was surprised that his former future brother in law had decided to put him over the rail, so to speak, to perform this type of castration, it was more difficult and the man been cut would spray his spunk onto the ground out of the site of the cutter, which took away some of the fun.

Then it all became clear, his owner and former friend began to splash oil on his butt and with a finger started to lube his ring, he now knew why he was over the bench, so he could be raped from the rear. Then he felt the boys big oiled cock slipping between the cheeks of his butt, he struggled for all he was worth trying to avoid this final insult, clamping his sphincter shut to keep him out, but with a tearing pain he suffered the final humiliation as the boys cock slipped deep inside him. He began to weep as he felt the boy begin to withdraw then ram it home again as he got into a rhythm, he looked down in defeat and could see the six big balls of his cell mates in the bowl in front of him. Oh god he groaned to himself, I have a great big cock raping me from the rear, my balls are throbbing so badly, and all that will take the pain away is when the boy who is fucking me finally gets around to nutting me and they join these others in the bowl.

He finally gave up the mental struggle, he had lost, he was a broken wreck, he now just wished they would get it over and done with and would end the humiliation so he could live out the rest of his live as a nutted eunuch.