Box Island - Sensory Overload (revised)

This story is a revised edition of a previously published story, called Box Island - Sensory Overload.   The story was revised after the original version generated scores of emails and comments from a multitude of readers.   There were so many ideas kicked around and thoughts mentioned that it just seemed appropriate to rewrite the tale, adding the subtle ideas, fixing the grammer errors, and adding a few thoughts that would intensity the story and make it better.    Hopefully, this version succeeds in that endeavor. 

There is a small island nation, a nation within a nation in a way, 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, but there is also a fair number of Chinese, and because the island is officially a Chinese province, in time it may change from what it is today.    Still, the Chinese are being careful to leave it alone, and so it stands as a strange sort of place, different perhaps than any other place in the world.      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 few have even heard of it.    I think now that's changing somewhat, as the Chinese have reclaimed the place, and their touches are adding to its heritage, but it's far more multicultural than most countries and its government is unique by any measure.     I came to Box Island because the company that hired me had a contract there, but once I did I immediately fell in love with the place,  and you can see things and do things there that you will never see or do anywhere else in the world.

Crime exists on Box Island, like it exists everywhere I suppose, but criminals are dealt with swiftly and the punishments are corporal in nature.    Prison terms are almost always very short, and misbehaving men are punished in other ways and then put back into society.    Murderers are executed, but the other crimes are handled in other ways, and usually any serious criminals are punished so severely that few, if any, repeat their crimes.    The island doesn’t even have a long term incarceration facility, and they probably never will.

I have lived on Box Island now for about three years, and I doubt I will ever leave.   I'm not as positive about that as I once was, and perhaps, after I have told you my story, you will understand.    My story involves a woman, like many stories do, a wonderful woman in so many ways, but not so wonderful in others.    She has beautiful flowing brown hair and a smile that will melt your soul.   Her tits rise up and outward, 'perky tits' as my friends and I refer to them, and while I would be better off if I had never known her nevertheless when I met her that first time I could not ignore her charm.    This story concerns her, and me. 

I'm twenty two years old, just out of college now, and I have always taken care of my body and I've had my share of girlfriends.      I met Janet when she was hospitalized, about a year ago when she came into the emergency room after an eighteen year old American boy had assaulted her.    She's thirty, which I have to admit is a little older than me, but I like older women actually, and I found her very attractive from the first time I saw her.   I was at the hospital to get a subscription filled, and I saw her come in and my heart had gone out to her.    She had apparently been the victim of some very rough sex, and the police were called and the boy had been arrested.   The kid had just gone crazy, and even her ass had been penetrated so hard that it was bleeding, and the courts had shown no mercy on the young man.   The boy's American parents had begged for mercy, but even with their political clout it had not been forthcoming and the Chinese officials had not been receptive to them.   And so, last March, Janet and I went to watch his castration and to see how island justice is done.

Now, watching the islands ministry of justice at work is an entertainment process in many respects, and it's actually meant to be that way.    The main Punishment Arena is in New London,  and the big hall where things are done has been given the unofficial name of Boy Town, and it's an incredible place to see and like many island men, I have been there before to watch the happenings.    Yeah, of all the places to hang out for an incredible experience, I'd have to rate Boy Town as one of the more interesting places on this earth.  

It's expensive, and it cost a hundred dollars to just walk through the door, and over the years I've dropped a lot of change there.   But the evenings have always been memorable and there is no other place like it in all the world.   I suppose if it wasn’t government supported it would never work, but it is, and in this island nation where it is allowed to exist it works effectively and helps bolster up their economy.    It certainly brings in the revenue!

The heart of the place of course is the males that are brought there to be punished, with those that are the worst of the lot, like Janet's perpetrator, waiting to be castrated.    Sometimes there are as many as a dozen men in that category, waiting their turn, their crimes just waiting to be avenged by the sweep of the knife that will forever change them.  It's rare though to have that many.    But even on a regular night when only a handful are getting the knife, still there are lots of other men being punished for their misbehavior in a multitude of ways.   Most of those end up bent over a rail and strapped with a thick strip of leather until their bottoms are glowing the color of a bright red tomato.   Another thing that is done to them typically is that almost to a man their sperm is taken from their balls against their will, and I always get a kick out of that when it is being done. 

The men know their crimes, and they know they have been sentenced to be punished, but that's all they know for certain.    They aren't told exactly what the nature of their punishment will be.    They can guess, but they don't really know.   So, it’s a surprise for them, and I love the look on their faces when they have assumed they are in for a thrashing, and then find out they're being nutted instead.    Yeah, when they see the knife being brought up against their balls they know then of course, and the look on their faces then is one to savor.  Of course, they deserve it, and inside I think they know it too, but even so, when they see the knife and feel it against their balls, boy do they buck their hips and grunt into their gags, their eyes wide open and begging as it is done.

On any given night there are men being strapped on their bottoms because of some crime that needs to be punished, and there are a few forced tattoos that mark up some of the less than worst offenders.    Many are shaved, to teach them a lesson, and the youngest boys are usually paddled, and they normally end up in tears as their bottoms are blistered raw.    I think it’s a good way to handle juvenile delinquents, and after they have been given a very public spanking and watched a few other criminals get castrated, most of them will change their ways and it's actually fairly rare to see them again.

Older teenagers that have pushed the limits way too far but have not done something serious enough to warrant being castrated, are sometimes circumcised in addition to having their bottoms thrashed.   It sends a strong message, and as they fight and struggle to keep their dick skin the message is clear.  If you can circumcise a male against his will then it's crystal clear you could just as easily have taken his balls, and nothing will send a stronger message than to cut their cocks right after they have had their bottoms thrashed and blistered.  

I always like that, seeing the adolescent offenders struggle as their cocks are stretched out and their foreskins are forcibly removed.    They will buck and scream as it is being done, and the operation is quite painful and they sure fight like maniacs.   After it is done the look on their faces is usually one of shock, and I don't think they can believe how their cocks have been transformed.   Some of the circumcisions are pretty tight, and I often wonder in those cases if the boys have trouble later obtaining an erection.    Without any doubt, a high and tight circumcision isn't something those boys want done to them, and yet it sends a pretty powerful message and probably prevents other youth from misbehaving.     Even so, while their cocks are changed forever they still have their balls swinging between their legs, and that's something they should be thankful for.

That’s not true for the worst of them though.    The older males that are the worst of the worst, which includes all of the sexual deviants and most of the felons, are almost always castrated, and that of course is the thing that has the biggest draw and always brings in a crowd of eager men wanting to watch it be done.     I don't know why that is, but men usually get a real kick out of watching another male losing his balls, and I suppose a possible reason is a primal one.    As a man watches, he knows that the male being neutered is being taken out of the breeding pool, the competitor's DNA eliminated forever when his set of nuts is taken.    As they come free many men watching will actually laugh, as if to emphasize their superior status in comparison to the guy who is now just a neutered nothing.    Yeah, there is always an incredible interest when a male is being unmanned, and the big hall is always packed and the drinks flow like water when the knives are being drawn.

The place is always hopping.    On any given night, there will at least be a couple of men that will lose their balls.   The nuttings are usually held later in the evening, to build the suspense I suppose, and it sure keeps the patrons there longer and the drinks flowing.    Of course, that in turn keeps the revenue higher than it otherwise would be.    

The punishment room, or PR as it's sometimes referred to, is a big affair with a large bar on the back wall where the expensive drinks flow like water.     There are rails that run around the stage, which is recessed, so that you can stand and watch the proceedings from many different angles, looking down onto the stage.  All of them offer a good view.    The males waiting to be punished are standing along the wall at the back of the room, right next to the stage, and each of them is tied one next to another, their wrists tied together and their arms stretched over head and secured with a rope to a pipe that runs along the ceiling.     The men and boys are standing almost naked, except for a state issued pair of white jockey shorts that are small enough that they leave little to the imagination.   

Those waiting wait in a line, but their order is randomized so they don't find out who is next until one of them is untied and pulled over the rail or forced to sit on the barrel.    Because they don't know who is next, after each person is punished they look around at each other, wondering what each has done and what will happen next and to whom.   Some of them will have boners stuffed in their shorts, especially after a few have been punished and they have watched it happen.  

 Like many sports bars, there are a multitude of flat screen monitors hanging throughout the place, and they each project the scenes taking place on the punishment floor, so that if you can not view the happenings directly or are at the bar when a punishment is going on, you won't miss any of the action.   The cameras offer fantastic views, from a multitude of angles, and they always have one zoomed in close on the man's genitals when his balls are being excised from his bag.  Another camera is on the man's face being punished, and there are microphones on the stage that will pick up their every grunt.    My favorite place to be is next to the stage, where I can watch the action in person, but still glance to the monitors when I want an even closer view.

Since the boys waiting their punishment are all there, standing and waiting their turns, they too can see the monitors and watch the punishments being carried out right in front of them.   None of them know for certain their own fate, because their exact sentence is never revealed to them.   When they are found guilty, they are simply sentenced to a state mandated CP session, or "corporal punishment" session, which can range from a simple spanking to a full castration.     Of course, it is here, at Boy Town that these CP sessions take place, and so what happens to them is unknown for them until that point where they discover when it is done.    I think that adds a lot to their punishment, and the fear in their eyes is unmistakable.  

I always purchase the nightly program guide, which they sell for ten dollars.   It gives the name of each prisoner, along with his picture, and tells of his crime and what he is being punished for.    It reveals the sentence too, which makes it alone worth the price, so in that respect we in the audience know what the prisoners do not.    

When I was there last with Janet at my side they were having a two for one drink special, and the place was packed.     Janet and I had been dating only a short time, so it made for a special evening, and she was anxious to watch the boy who had assaulted her receive his just reward for what he had done, and I was there to offer my support.    The young man was nineteen now, and he knew he was in trouble but he couldn't be sure how far things would go.  It was his first offense, and his parents had a lot of political connections, but even so the Chinese tend to punish first offenders pretty seriously, and he certainly knew what the possibilities were.    At this point, there was nothing really he could do about what would happen anyway, and so, here he was, at Boy Town, now about to be punished.   We knew of course he was going to lose his balls, and like it or not his aggressive nature was going to be taken care of once and for all.   

He was third in line along the far wall, standing there in just his issued white jockeys, his arms stretched over his head and his pits slick with his sweat.    He didn't have any hair on his chest, and his stomach was flat and ripped with horizontal lines.   I liked his blond hair, which was a little too long if you asked me, but then again the younger generation goes for that and it was not unkempt.     He was built, and to me he looked like a fucking machine, and was about as perfect a male as you could ever find anywhere.  As I looked at him, he stared at me, and at Janet, and the look on his face was one of trepidation and humiliation.    I flipped open the program guide, and silently read.

"Mikael Gesrin, age 19.  Occupation:  Student.   Crime:   Sexual assault.   Previous criminal history:   Shoplifting age 14-punished with the strap.    Sentence:   S&C."

I read and wanted to laugh.    S&C.....Shave and castration.    As I read his sentence, I grinned.

Janet was really excited but a little nervous too.  Earlier in the evening, when we had first arrived, she had actually walked up to him.  That is actually encouraged, and guests are allowed to approach the prisoners and even to touch them for a fee.    It's all about money, and for $50 you can approach them and have your photo made.  Touching is allowed too, within limits of course.     The program guides aren't sold until after the "Touch and Feel" session, so there isn't any worry you will reveal what they do not know.     Janet had wanted to make contact, and so I had paid for it to happen.     When she approached the teenager, my heart started to pound.   Close up, he was even more built than I thought, with dime sized nipples and a big bulge in his underpants.    His stomach was flat, and ripped, and the horizontal lines of muscle across his stomach would make any man envious.    

As I looked at him it occurred to me he was in many ways a sexual stud, and it was obvious he had the body for fucking and clearly enjoyed doing it.    When Janet walked up to him he had started jerking against his bonds, trying to get free but his struggles accomplished nothing.     As we approached, he started to mumble but his mouth was stuffed with a ball gag, as were all of the men and boys waiting to be punished.  He was really straining with every muscle, and he jerked his arms and shook his body, and I think he was very frustrated to be so helpless.      He was sure grunting into his gag, but there was no way we could make out his words, and I wasn’t interested in anything he might have wanted to say anyway.    The look on his face was a mixture of frustration, defeat, and perhaps a little anger as well.   He sure didn't like being tied up in the line!    Of course, as far as I was concerned, he deserved to be hanging there, waiting to be punished, and I for one was anxious to watch justice being served even if he was not.

Janet walked right up to him though and then she said "You really hurt me, and I hope you enjoy your punishment.    I'm looking forward to it, and I hope you are too.   Then, she reached out and stroked her hand very lightly over the front of his shorts, and as she did that his teenage cock quite noticeably stirred within his pants.     Soon, you could see the outline of his pole, and she gently ran her fingers along the outline of the boy's cock until it became more defined, his blood surging into his organ and it growing stiffer by the second.    Once she had him boned within his pants, she shook her head, and then she asked me to purchase a picture and so I did.   

She seemed to know exactly what she wanted.    Janet knelt down beside him then, so that her face was even with this bulging crotch, and then she took her right hand and wrapped it around his left leg bringing it in between his legs and then she reached upward to grope his balls.     As she cupped his manhood, she grinned at the camera, and then, just as she gave his package a firm squeeze and the boy looked down at what she was doing, the camera flash went off and caught the moment for posterity.   After the souvenir photo, she walked away with me, sipping her wine and grinning.

That was an hour ago, and after that she had held on to me and I had the distinct feeling I would be getting somewhere before the evening was out.     Yeah, up until that night we had never made love together, but then, right after she had played with his rod, and only on her second drink, I knew she was anxious for something.   I used the opportunity and told her flat out how hot she was, and that's when she had whispered into my ear: "Well, after he's nutted, let's go back to my place and fuck."    GOD!   I grinned from ear to ear after that, and then I too was anxious to watch her teenage assailant lose his balls!

The place was swinging.    As I ordered up two more glasses of wine, they were busy bringing in a group of teenage boys, and from the program guide they ranged in ages from fifteen to eighteen.    There were a dozen of them, and they had done some kind of mischief, and the program guide listed their crimes as "Vandalized neighborhood-$8000 damage done."      Like all he prisoners in the place, these boys were tied along the wall in just their underpants, with their wrists tied together and their arms stretched to the rail overhead.       

A final group made up of much younger boys was brought in as well, and they were tied the same way as the others.     They were just boys, and more than a few of them were Chinese.    By the time the evenings entertainment has been made ready, there were just over twenty four males waiting to be punished, and I knew it was going to be an action packed evening.     Finally, things got started with the ringing of a bell.    

The youngest boys were first, the ones brought in last and scared shitless.   In total, there were ten pre-pubescent school aged boys and one by one they were each brought forward, one after the other.   The boys were told to bend forward and to place their hands on the elevated steel bar that ran across the middle of the stage.   Since their hands were still tied together at their wrists, it was a simple matter to wrap the rope around the bar, and after that they were pretty much held in their bent over position.  Their legs were left free and they were not otherwise restrained.    Then, one after the other, each of the boys received six swats with a large wooden paddle, and everyone clapped and shouted out the count as they took their hits.    The paddle was pretty impressive, and every single one of those boys was crying after it was done.   

Their crimes weren't very serious, at least to my way of thinking.   A couple of them had played a prank at school, one had tossed a rock and broken a window, and a couple more of them had been involved in some kind of fighting incident.    One boy had cheated on an exam.    For the most part, it was all typical boy stuff, and giving them a public spanking for it sure seemed a little overdone.   

There was one boy whose punishment was a little bit more severe.   He was about thirteen and the program guide said that he had vandalized his school with a can of spray paint.  That little mischief maker had his pants lowered, and his face went beat red when his little cock popped out for everyone to see.     He got his paddling on the bare.     He had a little hair above his prickle, and just before they started the Chinese prison official saw that he was boned.   That made him grin, and a minute later he invited a young teenage girl up from the audience to pump it.  

That sure got a reaction!     He was the first boy of the evening that had the sperm forced from his balls, and there was a lot of laugher as we watched his expression when that girl grabbed his pole.     The boy's face was bright red, and I don't think from his expression he understood exactly what was happening, but in the end his little four inch dick squirted out a watery load of cream and it was likely the first time he had every done so.   He had that look of total surprise as he squirted, and he gasped into his gag as his cock made its first pulsations and pumped out his boy seed.      I thought he was cute as hell, and watching that young girl pump his rod was sure something to see!   Spray painting his school's property had ended up getting him humiliated, and while he probably enjoyed having his pole jerked by the girl I doubt he liked everyone watching it be done.    Regardless, they paddled his bare bottom hard after he ejaculated, giving him eight swats on his bare ass and it was enough to leave him crying.     Just before they let him go they took a can of red enamel spray paint and painted his genitals, including his little patch of pubic hair, and I somehow had the thought he'd never look at a can of spray paint in quite the same way again.

All in all it took about an hour to work through the ten of them.   

The next lad was from an older group, and he was about fourteen or so, and he had been caught masturbating at his school.    That little adventure of his was enough to get his pants pulled down as well and his bare ass swatted with the paddle a dozen times.    What made his punishment memorable was that while he was being smacked an older teenager was jerking his pole.  I suppose they wanted to emphasize the punishment and tie it into the act of masturbation.     No matter the intention, I think the kid was totally embarrassed, but even so and in spite of the burn to his rear he shot out his wad in front of everyone.     Somehow I knew he'd be much more careful in the future where he chose to pump his meat!

The next group were the older teenage hoodlums that had vandalized their neighborhood.    As we all watched, two at a time they were dragged forward and stretched out over a bar on the stage, that was long enough to accommodate two of them side by side.    Their feet were spread and secured to rings in the floor.  Each of them had his hands tied together, and that rope was looped through another ring on the floor in front of them and then the rope was stretched tight so that their arms were pulled outward and they were literally bent over the bar and pretty much helpless. 

We were standing so that they were looking away from us, which gave us a good view of their rear ends that were going to be the target of their punishment, but there were cameras on their faces so it was easy to look in the monitors to see their expressions.    It only took a few seconds to secure them into position, and then once that was done one of the Chinese punishment officials, or PO's as they are called, grabbed the boys' undershorts and then just jerked them down to below their knees.     Their legs were spread so wide you could see their scrotums hanging down, their manhood swinging between their legs.     Their gags were checked, to make sure they were secure.   I don't know why they do that, because I personally would rather hear them yell and scream and beg, but I suppose the noise would take away somewhat from the festive atmosphere that in general penetrates the room.    At any rate, while everyone watched, two volunteers from the audience were invited forward to milk the boys and make sure their balls were empty. 

I've been told that the reason most males being punished are milked is because it adds to the humiliation factor, and the crowd enjoys it and that in turn results in more booze being purchased, which is where the real money is.   There is an added bonus, and that is when a boy is having his ass thrashed, if he has just ejaculated the nerves in his bottom become more sensitive, and so the thrashing hurts more and that is beneficial and maximizes their punishment experience.     So, for those reasons, most of the thrashings and spankings are done after the boys' cocks have been milked dry and the sperm has been forcibly extracted from their balls.

I always get a kick out of that, how teenage boys will fight and jerk to keep from having some other guys grab their poles.   They might not like it, but their dicks sure do, and I've never seen a teenager yet not get fully erect once he feels another guy's fist wrapped around his pole.    It never takes very long either.   The two lucky individuals from the audience that were selected to do the forced sperm extraction were quite different.  One was a Chinese man with glasses, and I guessed his age to be in his thirties, and he had this big grin on his face as he worked the American boy's rod.   He struck me as a pervert, and he sure was grinning as he pumped that boy's meat.

The other volunteer was just a teenage boy himself, British from all appearances, and it was apparent that his father had brought him here to watch and to learn that crime has consequences.   He had pimples on his face, and he was more of a boy than a man.   Even so, he milked the teenage hoodlum that was older than himself with a practiced hand, jerking the boy's fat cock like an expert.   He obviously knew what he was doing, and as I watched the very young boy working the older teen's cock, it occurred to me that he had to have been masturbating on a regular basis to have the motion so well honed.  He clearly knew exactly what he was doing!    At any rate, within a few minutes the boys being punished were each grunting out a load of sperm, shooting out their teenage jism in front of the crowd.    As soon as they had been milked dry and had spurted their sperm onto the stage between their legs, the PO's came forward with two thick leather straps, and as we all watched they began to thrash the misbehaving teenagers, hard.

The first two boys bucked their hips and grunted with every blow, feeling the big leather strap as it pulverized their bottoms.   God their bottom soon were red!   That strap was applied without any mercy, again and again and again, and with each blow the boys jerked and fought with ever single muscle.   I could tell right away that compared to the paddle the thick leather strap was much more intense.    They sure didn't like getting their asses whipped!   Still, they deserved it, and as far as I was concerned they earned each blow with their deviant behavior.    Soon they were crying, and yet still the blows came, until their bottoms were both a purple color and from the tears that were pouring down their faces it was obvious the message had been well received.

The entire group of them were done that way, two at a time, and each boy was thoroughly thrashed.    The last boy done was the gang leader, and he kept saying "FUCK" into his gag, "FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK" again and again, grunting it out with every smack of leather against his bottom.    His words were plain enough, but the only thing that seemed to get him was a special thrashing as a result.    His legs were spread very wide, and I watched the PO bring that strap right up between the youth's legs several times, slapping it directly across his hole and hitting him hard enough that his entire nut sack was lifted up with the blows.   Boy he sure didn't like that!    He was literally screaming into his gag after that.  What was especially memorable about him was his blond hair, and the way he would arch his back and look at the ceiling as he was taking his blows.    We were above the stage, looking down, and his blue eyes seemed to glisten and were wide open as he was having his ass pulverized.   I don’t think he could believe how much that strap hurt!    He tired to move his ass out of the way, bucking it up and down, almost as if he was trying to fuck the bar he was bent over, and I loved watching his nuts swing as he jerked and thrust.   God he had a nice ass! 

The program guide said that he was the gang leader, and his sentence said "ST+H&TC."   From the abbreviation guide, those letters stood for a strapping, followed by a high and tight circumcision.      Of course, the youth had no idea, and so when they jerked him off the bar and pulled him over to the big punishment barrel he knew something bad was going to happen.     From the way he struggled and begged, I'm sure he thought he was about to lose his balls.     He fought like a wild man, but it didn't do any good.    The punishment barrel is well worn, and has been made from an old whisky barrel, and sits on the right side of the stage and has a large chrome rod that juts upward from the center of it.   The chrome rod is retracted when the prisoner is put over the barrel, but there is a lever there that can bring it into play.  The big chrome dildo is more than an inch in diameter and about ten inches or so in length when brought outward to its limit.  It has a curve to it, and it can penetrate deeply.    The boy was pulled over the barrel and his rectum was placed directly above the tip of the retracted chrome rod, so that he was made to straddle it, riding the big barrel like a man would ride a horse.  As he felt the tip of the rod against his hole the boy sure didn't like that!  

As we all watched they forced the boy's legs down over the barrel, which pulled the boy downward so his ass was directly against the thick chrome rod.   Once in position, as we all watched the PO on the right grabbed a lever sticking out of the side of the barrel, and lifted it, which forced the steel rod to be extended and the boy grunted into his gag as the thick rod penetrated into his rectum, filling his innards like a stuffed turkey.    The boy grunted even louder when the rod bottomed out against his prostate, and after that the impaled youth struggled like a mad man.    A couple of men grabbed his ankles and secured them to the sides of the barrel with the leather straps that were there just for that purpose.  

They cinched him down tight, so that the rod was shoved deep in his ass, and then, once he was in position riding the barrel, the youth was pulled backward so that he was lying on his back along the length of the barrel facing upward as we looked down on him.  His wrists were still tied together, so it was a simple matter to secure the rope that still bound his wrists to a pole that was adjacent to the barrel, stretching his arms over his head and keeping them out of the way.  Because of the bent rod that was literally fucking his ass, he was forced to arch his back and jut his genitals upward, towards Janet and me, trying to relieve the pressure he was feeling from the rod impaled within him and that was pushed right up against his prostate.

He was a good looking boy, with dime-sized nipples and a wisp of  a mustache that was just starting to sprout across his upper lip.    Above his cock was a small little patch of pubic hair, and it was obvious he was well into puberty but he still had a long way to go before he would fill out his potential and could be called a man.   As I was thinking of that, as we all watched, one of the punishment officials grabbed he boy's cock and pulled on it, and as it filled with blood the boy stared in disbelief and all of the people staring at him.   He had no idea what was going to happen, but when the youth saw the knife he started screaming into his gag.    The man paused, and as he held the boy's dick he said: "Listen boy, you and your little gang of hoodlums did eight thousand dollars damage in a single night, and you were the little instigator.     I'm gonna make sure you have something to remember the damage you caused, and just be thankful I'm not taking your balls."

Then, as the boy screamed they circumcised him.  Boy he sure didn't like that!   The boy had a big cock for a teenager, and he jerked and fought and struggled as they cut off his foreskin and worked on his pole.   They didn't give him any mercy, and they took quite a bit of skin, and I knew his cock would never be the same after it was done.    Still, they allowed him to keep his balls, and I suppose the forced circumcision sent a good message to the other boys, and I doubt next time they'd be so willing to follow their circumcised leader and tear up a neighborhood.

After the hoodlum's cock was docked the look on his face was priceless.   Of course, every single boy that was standing along the edge of the punishment room, with his hands stretched out to the pipe in the ceiling, was watching it be done.   They could also look at a television monitor if they wanted, and each of hem saw every single part of the boy's circumcision.    After that their faces were white, and each of them had to know that things were getting a lot more serious.     As they dragged the circumcised boy away, the crowd was giddy and the action for the evening had clearly intensified.    I looked at the stage, and the floor was spattered with droplets of jism from the gang of boys, and there were several lines of cream that lay like ropes under the restraint bar.    At any rate, nobody paid the mess any attention, and a few minutes later two more teenage boys were brought out and strapped down over the same bar.   Soon they too had been milked dry by two more volunteers, their own wads deposited onto the floor and adding to the puddle.     After that as they lay their side by side they were given the leather on their asses.    I had to laugh at the boys bucking their hips and begging as they felt the burn. 

Both of them had stolen some marine supplies, and they were whipped pretty hard and by the time their strapping was done their asses were literally glowing cherry red.    Afterwards, one by one each of them was made to ride the barrel, and were in turn circumcised just like the boy who had been done earlier.    God they screamed when they were cut!        One boy kept yelling "NO!  NO!  NO!" into his gag, but even so they took the skin off his cock and left the big purple head of his dick exposed and bulging.    One of the boy's had made the mistake of kicking one of the Chinese punishment officials when they had been strapping his down, and that ended up with him getting a special treatment, because right after they had finished with his cock suddenly the boy started jerking and he arched his back and shot out another load across his belly.    I was told that the metal rod in his ass was wired, and from his reaction they apparently gave him a pretty severe shock, shooting an electric charge into his rectum and through his prostate.    He sure didn't like it, and he bucked his hips and shot a big load of cream out of his newly skinned dick as a result. 

For much of the night we watched different boys and men have their asses thrashed, some whipped so thoroughly it was almost like the skin was beaten right off their bottoms.   A lot depended on what their crime had been.   One youth, a boy with bright red hair and freckled cheeks, and been caught engaged in gay sex with another boy, a dark haired youth of Slavic origin.    They were both cute as hell.    Homosexuality wasn't something that the Chinese tolerated, and both of these young men had been sentenced to a shave, followed by an ass whipping, followed by a tight circumcision and then, they each were given a tattoo down the length of their stretched out six inch cocks.   The tattoos were just letters, but the message was direct and to the point.     It simply said "4GIRLS ONLY"   The tattoo needle must have hurt like shit, because they screamed and begged while the half inch letters were being inked into their newly skinned poles.  I knew if they didn't change their ways after that they would end up back here and next time they would be nutted.

There was a trio of three guys in their twenties, and they each got tattood.   They had apparently been part of a fraternity stunt where they forcible shaved the sex hair off a college girl as a perverted joke, and then poured bright blue ink on her tits so that her nipples were colored.    I'm sure at the time it was funny as hell, and most of the fraternity probably got a laugh out of it, but the girl had not been pleased and neither had the Chinese authorities.   In any event, the three instigators weren't laughing now, and one by one they were each brought forward, bent over the rail, and then they each were given a dozen strokes with a cane.   Each one left a welt that rose up and looked mean and purple, and it was obvious that it hurt like hell.

Then, they put them over the barrel, and while we all watched their own pubic hair was removed and their packages were shaved smooth.     Once that was done, several Chinese officials came forward each holding a tattoo gun, and while we watched and they struggled they were each tattood with bright blue ink.  The tattoo artists literally drew in curls of pubic hair that slowly line by line "grew" into a nest.     After the pubic hair was "added" to their shaved groins, then the officials started tattooing the boy's scrotums until their entire bags were inked bright blue as well.   Then, finally, a set of bright red women lips were inked right on the very end of each of their dicks, working the tattoo gun right into the little lips that defined the opening to their penis.   That hurt so bad that they screamed into their gags while it was being done, thrashing out against their bonds with every muscle in their body.    Yeah, it was obvious it hurt like hell, and yet in a way it was funny too, as each of them were given a set of blue balls they would have for life, with the end of their cocks looking like they had been kissed by the lipstick laden lips of a women.    I was pretty sure that the next time someone in that fraternity thought of playing a prank on a girl, they'd probably think twice before carrying it out.

Since the boys were done one at a time, as the tattoo artists finished with each boy, the officials shot an electrical charge through the chrome rod in their holes.  That resulted in the just-tattood boy arching his back and screaming, his eyes going wide with the intensity of the feeling.   Of course, with the jolt of electric energy shooting through his prostate and down the length of his cock, he very forcible shot out his load of jism, in a huge powerful ejaculation.    His sperm squirted right out of the bright red end of his dick, right from the tattooed lipstick lips that were permanently painted on the end of each boy's pole.    Of course, that really brought a laugh and made for a hell of a memory.  

Finally, there were only three criminals still standing, waiting their turn and the crowd was clearly giddy, eager to watch the grand finale to the night's punishments.     It was castration time!    By the time the knife was brought into play I had a pretty good buzz, and Janet was very stimulated and kept licking my ear.  She sure wanted to fuck!    The first of the three they brought from the wall was in his forties, and he was somewhat overweight with a lot of hair on his chest.   They didn't whip him, but went straight to work on his bag.    After they had him over the barrel, with the chrome rod deep in his hole and his arms secured, one of the PO's hefted his bag of nuts.  The program guide said he had sexually assaulted two teenage boys, and the crowd was anxious for him to be nutted and I was no exception.  

Apparently, the man was married, because he wore a wedding ring, and one of the other patrons pointed out his wife to me.    I had to wonder what she was thinking, and without any question his marriage was over.     I could tell from her expression she was pretty angry, and I had to wonder why the man had defiled her and gone for the boys.    Well, he was paying the price now, and to me it seemed a worthy justice.   What surprised me was that the man was rock hard, probably because of the chrome rod that was penetrating his hole, and it was obvious he was humiliated to be where he was.     I don't think the Chinese PO cared though, and he certainly didn't waste any time.   He picked up the man's fat scrotum, and hefted it, and then stretching it out he took his small castration knife and laid it against the side of the man's bag.    The big man had his head lifted upward, staring at his balls that were being held, and he watched and felt the knife and then without any hesitation the PO shoved the blade into his sack, just above his right testicle.  

The man grunted and tossed his head back, and shoved his groin into the air even higher, arching his back and lifting his genitals almost as if to make them even more accessible.    As he grunted a load of pent up sperm shot out of his hard cock, and why that happened I don't know but it was almost as if he was trying to fertilize something, anything, before his balls were gone and it was no longer possible.   At that point he had to know his fucking days were over!   Then, the PO carved the knife downward with a twist, going behind his big nut and pushing it out through the slit in his bag.    After that, with a flick of the knife, he took the nut, and sat the excised orb on the man's fat belly for everyone to see.  

The man was screaming into his gag, his eyes open with a look of disbelief as he felt himself being castrated.    The cutter changed hands, and then once again without any hesitation he pushed the blade into the man's scrotum just above his left ball, and with a  well-practiced motion, he cut it out with a single movement of his wrist.    With a final flick of the knife it was done, and the man was a eunuch.    His eyes rolled back into his head when it was done, and all of the tension in his body just seemed to disappear.   The look on his face was one of total defeat.    I was laughing, as were others, and it just seemed so fitting to see him unmanned.

The next boy to be nutted was just a teenager, and according to the program guide his only crime was fucking his girlfriend without protection.  

"Thomas Mockter, age 16.  Occupation:  Student.   Crime:   Sexual assault, impregnation of underage female.   Previous criminal history:   Pre-marital sex at 15-punished by circumcision.     Shoplifting: age 13-punished with the strap.    Sentence:   C."

The sixteen year old had obviously been a troublemaker, and was not new to the Boy Town experience.  Of course, this time was different, and he was about to be unmanned.     From what I could gather from the program his real crime this time was getting his girlfriend pregnant, but it was his history of premarital sex that was the real problem.   Yeah, the Chinese frown on premarital sex, and it must be done discreetly to avoid being punished.     I had to wonder if it was the same girl that had previously cost him his foreskin.   At any rate, when they jerked his underpants down and I saw his cut cock, you would have thought the boy would have learned.   He had a big set of nuts for a teenage boy, and perhaps they were the real cause of his problem.     At any rate, they were sure important to him, and when he saw the knife and the man was hefting his balls, he screamed and struggled as hard as any grown man could have.    Every muscle in the boy's body was jerking against the restraints that held him.   

What made his punishment unique for me, was that they invited his girlfriend onto the stage to watch his punishment.  She hadn't wanted to come, but her father was there and he had insisted, so she was there with her growing belly, carrying the boy's child inside of her.   As she stood there, next to the barrel, watching the boy who had fertilized her lose his balls I had to wonder what she was thinking.

Before they castrated him they shaved off his nest of pubic hair, and after that he looked like a little boy far more than he looked like a man.  Still, his cock was big enough, and it was jutting to the sky, and his balls were definitely viral enough to have given her a child.  I'm not sure if it was the chrome rod in his ass that made him so hard, or the fact that his girlfriend was standing next to him.  At any rate, I think they activated the electric charge in his ass, because just before they started to nut him the boy arched his back and his eyes went wide open, and then without any one touching him he spontaneously started to ejaculate.   He pumped out a big wad while the girl watched, wasting his seed on his belly in squirt after squirt after squirt.     Boy he had a big load!

When he was done, the cutter just picked up his balls and pushed in the blade, and in less than ten seconds he had pushed out the boy's right testicle and snipped it off.    The left one went almost as fast, and in less than thirty seconds the boy had been neutered.    The girl was offered his balls, which she accepted, and so they went into a jar of formaldehyde and became her souvenir.  The expression on the castrated boy was priceless, and when he saw his balls going into the jar and handed to his grinning girlfriend, I'm not sure what he was thinking.  But the girl's father laughed, a loud roaring laugh, and the boy's face flushed red with the humiliation of what had been done to him.    As the girl glanced at the jar and at her boyfriend's balls, Janet leaned over to me then and said "I want Gesrin's balls in a jar too."   God.

They had saved Michael Gesrin for last, and now, almost as if they had heard her, they dragged him to the punishment barrel.   He fought with every muscle in his body to keep from being put over the barrel, and in the end it took eight Chinese men to get him tied down and into position so he could be unmanned.    It was obvious he didn't think this was fair, and he struggled like a maniac to keep it from being done.   As he was fighting them, one of the punishment officials came up to us, and invited Janet to the stage if she wanted to come.     Of course, she accepted, and I was left standing alone after that. 

The nineteen year old had a big cock, and after they had impaled him onto the chrome rod he was rock hard, just like the other men who had been castrated before him.   He was shaking his head and screaming into his gag, looking at Janet and begging her, as if she had some control over things, which she did not.     By this time he knew he was being castrated of course, and he sure didn't want to lose his balls!    They leathered him up and then pulled a razor through his pubic hair, and it didn't take very long before he was shaved as smooth as a baby's ass.     When they had finished his entire scrotum was shaved smooth too, and his pubic hair was totally gone.   They shaved his armpits as well, and even his legs were shaved down to his knees.    After that, the cutter hefted his smooth balls, and then he grinned, and said "You've got a big bag boy, really big.    But it's your thick cock that got you in trouble, and it's really too bad you had to use it like a weapon.    Yeah, it just seems such a waste to nut you." 

The PO shrugged his shoulders then, and picked up the knife and with a wink to the boy he pushed it up against his scrotum, but just before he pushed it in Janet asked: "Can I hold his cock when you take his balls?"

There was some applause, and the boy started shaking his head back and forth, not wanting her to even touch him.    The cutter though thought it was an excellent idea, and he said "Sure....hold his cock.   He'll probably shoot a load though, so keep it pointed upward towards his face so it doesn’t hit me if he does.   He looks like a squirter to me, and his balls are pretty big and I imagine they are full of sperm."

Janet grabbed the nineteen year old's cock, and then, taking it into her fist she started to pump it.     At the same time she kept it pointed upward as she grinned.   The young man struggled with every muscle in his body, and you could see his legs straining against the sides of the barrel as he tried to pull them closed.     I thought the cutter was going to wait until he was milked dry, but he did not.   Instead, he just pushed in the knife and grinned as he did so.     As that happened, Michael Gesrin arched his back and grunted into his gag, and at the same instant he ejaculated, his sperm jetting out of his cock in ropes of white cream, that came with such force that the first of his wad went straight up across his chest and hit him in the chin.     He shot and shot, and Janet pumped his cock continuously as he was doing so, while at the same time the cutter twisted his wrist and excised out the young man's right testicle.   God he had a huge ball!   

His head was raised up, with his eyes wide open and staring at Janet as he was being castrated.     Then, the cutter flicked his wrist and the boy's ball fell free.   He grunted out "NOOOOOOO!" into his gag, and bucked his hips and jerked so hard that then entire barrel moved.    He shook his head in disbelief, and struggled even harder.    But the cutter didn't seem to care, and just shifted his bag and, after changing hands, pushed the knife into the left side then, digging it deep, behind his one remaining testicle.    Time seemed to stand still, just for a moment, and the cutter waited for him then to finish shooting out his last load of living sperm.    It only took a few seconds, his last seconds as a male, the moment between manhood and nothing separated only by the movement of the blade.   But the pause was long enough for his cock to jet out three more lines of cream, a spurt-spurt-spurt that was deep and primal.     But, then he was done, and as soon as his cock stopped pumping, the cutter twisted his wrist, and after that he was a ball-less, neutered, nothing.   He had hurt Janet, and had paid the price!   Now that it was done, Janet was grinning and so was I.

They gave Janet his balls, and as she hefted the jar and looked at it, she winked at him.  The boy's proud cock had wilted like a wet noodle almost instantly when his balls had been taken, and now his final boner was history and his spent dick lay shriveled and lifeless across his wet stomach, resting in the boy's final and most certainly last load of man-cream.   As he stared at her and the jar, she said: "Mike, I'll treasure your balls, always.    I've got to go now, because there is another boy anxious to fuck me, and I don't want to keep him waiting.  He's even more anxious than you ever were."  Then, picking up his soft pole in her hand, she added: "He's not the man you are...well, were, but then again, his dick is hard and yours is not."    Then, she laughed.

I could have died!   She was right though, and I was rock hard in my pants by this point, rock hard, and I was so horny and so eager it can't really be described.   I left then, with Janet at my side, and true to her word, we went straight to her apartment and fucked like rabbits.    She was so horny, and so was I. 

As it turned out she was hotter in bed than I ever could have imagined.   After the first fuck she asked me to tie her down, and while I'm not big on kinky sex that was new to me and I was more than willing.    She had the rope in her closet, and once I had her trussed out the way she wanted, she jerked against the ropes and pulled on them while I fucked her, and her eyes were wild with an intensity I'd never seen before.   God she was into it!    She kept yelling at me to fuck her fast, and to fuck her harder, and I did! 

I'd never been to bed with a woman like her!

"HARDER!!  DAMN IT...FUCK ME HARDER!" she kept yelling, and when I'd finally ejaculate and I'd untie her pretty soon she wanted more.   She just couldn't seem to get enough of my dick!

Soon I had her tied down again.  She wanted the knots tight, really tight, and she insisted that I pull the ropes and really stretch her out wide.     Well, hell, if she wanted to be tied down and fucked, then I was certainly willing to do her bidding, and I had a grin on my face most of the evening.   Yeah, she was a real screamer too, and boy was she into it!    She wanted me slamming into her pussy as hard as I could, deep and hard and as fast as a jackhammer.     I fucked her all evening that way, sweating like a pig, and she even begged me to give it to her in the ass and so I turned her over and did that too, which is something I had never done before.  God I fucked her hard! 

Her bum hole was damn tight, but she begged me to just "ram it in" and I did, but hell, that wasn't my thing but it sure was hers!   She begged me to fuck her really deep and I did what she wanted, slamming my cock into her again and again and again, burying my cock to my balls as she screamed out "OH...OH GOD THAT FEELS SO GOOD!"  

After a while my dick was just spent, but then we paused briefly and that's when she gave me a Viagra tablet so I could get it back up.   Hell, that was something, and it wasn't long before my dick was more eager than it had ever been.    I think we fucked all night after that, and my dick just seemed to stay hard, and even when I'd ejaculate it would rebound pretty quickly.   Hell, I was a fucking machine, and she wanted me to give her all I had.    Yeah, every time I was hard she wanted me inside of her sliding it in and out of her as hard and as fast as I could.   

God she was something!   She was really into rough sex, and at one point there was some bleeding from her ass, which scared me, but that seemed to excite her even more and she insisted I fuck her again in her rectum, even harder than I had before.  That hole was so tight it really felt awesome, and I certainly didn't mind giving her what she wanted.   I had never tried anal sex before, and I had never been with a woman quite like her.  God it was good.    And the sex was so intense I can't really describe it.    She really loved being tied down, and she would jerk so hard on the ropes that they marked her wrists and feet, and yet the rougher it went the more she liked it.   

God she would toss her head back and literally scream when she had her orgasms, and she sure had a lot of them that night!   Yeah, once I figured out what she wanted I was fucking her so fast that I was literally ramming my cock into her, banging into her like a pile driver.    Her pussy just seemed to be flowing with her juices, and I've never seen a more turned-on woman in all my life.   She would scream and cum and then cum again as I was doing it, and she really got off on having my cock slamming into her like a fast moving piston.      God it was intense!   

Then, FINALLY, she had had enough.    My dick was so sore at that point I was actually glad!   Wow!   I think it was sometime in the early morning, right after I fucked her in the ass for the forth time, that she finally reached the point where she had me untie her and said she needed a break.   She was all smiles, and then she paid me a real compliment and said I was the best fuck she had ever had.   Then, she told me she had a special surprise for me, and that she was going to go get it.   As she got dressed and grabbed her purse, I offered to go with her, but she said it was a surprise for me and she wanted me to wait and enjoy it when she got back.       

I wanted to go with her, because I didn't want to leave her side, and I told her how hot she was and she paused then, and came back to me and got down on her knees and sucked my dick like a vacuum cleaner.  Shit she was so sexy I couldn’t believe it!    The sad truth though is that by that time I was so spent I only managed half an erection.   She had literally fucked me dry!     She worked on my rod for three or four minutes anyway, and then she worked her way up my belly, finally kissing me on the lips.  Then she said I was "hot too" and that's when she, "OK....hang tight.    I'm really going to go this time, but I'll be right back!"    Then, she grabbed her purse and left.   As she went out the door she turned and winked at me, and then said one more thing: "Hang in there stud....I've got a big surprise, just for you, so just sit tight and I'll be back in less than an hour.  Rest that dick of yours, and keep it ready.     When I get back I'll fuck you again--I promise!"    I grinned and assured her I wasn’t going anywhere.   Hell, she was so fucking hot I'd have waited forever!

After she left I didn’t' move from the bed for a while, just resting there basking in that afterglow of sexual bliss.  My cock was actually sore it had fucked so much.   Wow.   I had never had sex like I had just had, and my balls just felt so damn good and so empty it can't be described.    After a while I got up and went to the bathroom, and then, not really knowing what else to do, I started to wander around her apartment while I waited for her to return.  For some reason I wanted to find the jar with the nineteen year old's nuts, just to see them one more time and to contemplate his loss and my gain.    It seemed so funny in a way, to have my balls aching from all the fucking while her teenage stud was nutless, his own groin no doubt aching too from where his balls had been cut from his bag.    I was grinning with that thought as I searched around for the jar.   I finally found his nuts in the linen closet, and I really grinned as I pulled out that dude's severed balls.    They were pretty big, I had to admit, bigger than mine by quite a bit, and just from a nineteen year old!   Wow!  Of course, his were in the jar, and they weren't doing him any good while my own smaller balls were hanging down and still filling my bag.   Just the thought of that made me smile!

Yeah, I was a man and he wasn't, and God that made me laugh.   I laughed really loudly in fact, as I found it so damn funny.    I had his girl now!   Yeah, sure as shit, and she was one hot fuck!    And, she had even said I was the best fuck she had ever had!  Still grinning with that thought, I started to put his jar back then, and that's when I noticed that farther back, way back on the shelf was another jar.     What the hell?     I reached for it and sure as shit there was another jar, just like the one I was holding, and as I saw it a strange sort of feeling started to creep down my spine.     I sat down the ex's jar that held his nuts, and pulled out the other jar, and there was another one behind it!   WHAT THE FUCK?    In total, there were four more jars, FIVE IN ALL, and each of them held the twin testicles from some castrated man!   

There was a stack of pictures with them too, and I flipped through the images and she was in every one, down on her knees and with her arm around a man's leg, her hand cupped up and holding his package, still stuffed in a pair of white jockey shorts.   Each of them appeared to be boned in his pants, and she was giving them a squeeze.  The boys all ranged in ages from about eighteen up through about twenty five, with her last boyfriend's photo right on top.     They were all Boy Town photos!   

In each photo she was grinning, while the gagged boy was staring at her as she groped his nuts, the look of defeat on his face and fear in his eyes unmistakable.   OH FUCK ME!     I was so stunned I didn't know what to say,  but a feeling of dread overtook me in a wave, and the bile came up in my throat!    I suddenly realized I knew nothing about the woman I had just spent the night fucking like a machine, and a chill ran down my spine then that I can't describe.    As I was contemplating that, I turned to get the hell out of there, but just as I was having that thought and heading for her door it opened and the police were there.  

She was there with them too, pointing me out, and I was so stunned I had no idea what was happening.   Before I could even say anything they had me on the floor and my wrists were handcuffed behind me.   In spite of my protests they were anything but sympathetic and as they jerked me to my feet I begged Janet to tell them it was OK, that everything had been consensual, but she was playing a different role.    Instead of supporting me, she pretended to be mad as hell, screaming at me at the top of her lungs like I was some kind of pervert or something.    Shit I was in trouble!     They dragged me out of her apartment while she screamed at me, and then as one of the Chinese policemen shoved me into his cruiser, he said: "You are one fucking sicko, and I hope like hell that they take your balls!"   I tried to explain, to tell them about the jars and all, but he was not listening at that point and before I knew it I was on my way to a cell.    

On Box Island the justice system is unique, and there are no attorneys and you make your case to a tribunal of judges.     Of course, I was fucked.    When Janet left the apartment she had gone to the hospital and complained about me, saying I had hurt her, tying her down and then after I had her helpless that's when I assaulted her.   It all came back, that first time we had met, when she had been crying out her heart in the hospital and my own heart had gone out to her.  OH FUCK COULD I BE THAT SUPID?    Shit!   Shit!   Shit!

I could just image as they looked over her body and saw the damages I had done how things had gone.    Yeah, with one look and her story the police had been called.    And of course, her wrists and ankles were clearly marked with the rope, and my sperm was definitely in her, in her vagina and in her rectum, and lots of it, and there was no doubt at all that the DNA was a perfect match.     Yeah, she had definitely been bleeding from her ass too, and of course she had the prefect tale and it was all totally believable.     Yeah, I knew I was fucked, and no matter what I claimed it wasn't going to work.    Yeah, she was a pro, and right then I knew I was in big trouble.   And of course, in the back of my mind, as I realized I didn't have much of a case, I knew without any question that I'd be going back to Boy Town sooner than I every would have wanted.

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