Ayzintion City - The Tricutter

She was simply known as “Madam” although her nickname had gained some notoriety. She was a strong, powerful woman, with giant tits that she usually contained in a leather halter. Her eyes were piercing. She was also known as the “Tricutter” and while no one could remember who had first called her that the name had stuck and with it her reputation had grown. Lately, no one referred to her in any other way. She was one of only a handful of women who had ever been a cutter, and in Ayzintion City her skills had already become legendary. Most of the buyers avoided her, but a few actually sought her out, as she seemed to have a way with a slave that made the misery of their cutting more intense that it otherwise would be. She was cheaper to, and the boys she cut looked good when she was finished and their owners were usually pleased at the results. Still, while most cutters simply did their job as best they could, she relished hers, and with each slave whose manhood she took she grew more bolder and more feared. Most cutters also prided themselves on their speed, believing that a fast cut was less traumatic for the slave and would have a higher success rate in the end. She didn’t follow that belief, and yet her success rate was as high as anyone’s. She never smiled, except when she was cutting them, and then she smiled a big toothy grin, and her jet black hair and her dark eyes seemed to penetrate into the very soul of the boy she was cutting. She loved a crowd too, and liked to work them as she worked the slave.

Today, she had six slaves that had been purchased by a single buyer, and he had wanted to minimize the expense of their cutting and so had hired her to do it. She had agreed to do the lot for the price of one, just to get the job, and the deal had been too good to pass up for the owner. The boys were struggling hard now, the way they do when they know what awaits them and the crowd is gathering to watch it be done. She had had them all stripped of their clothing and bent over a hitching rail that ran waist high through the cutting yard. She usually used the tables, but today with the larger number she had opted for the rail, and would take their balls from behind. It was easier to do a group that way, and the owner was anxious to get it done and over with. So, the boys were all tied naked and over the rail and none of them looked very happy. Their hands were tied together and their arms were stretched out and fixed to a peg in the dirt in front of them. Their legs were spread wide apart into an inverted “V”, with each of their ankles strapped firmly to an iron peg that had been driven into the ground to hold them. As she walked behind the tied slaves she could see their asses bobbing up and down, as they tested their bonds and struggled against the ties that secured them. The sun was hot, and the heat beat down on the slaves and drops of sweat glistened off their backs. Underneath them, between their legs, their balls hung from the heat of the day and dangled there, almost begging to be taken. The boys were struggling wildly, thrusting their hips up and down. They were all screaming and begging for mercy and the yard was filled with their pleading. While most of the cutters hated the cries, she enjoyed them, and let the boys wail. The crowd stirred uncomfortably, watching her as she moved behind the slaves, stopping to touch one rear, and then another, feeling a set of balls, and then going on to the next. Back and forth she went, savoring the moment before the cuttings began, feeling the power as she held a boy’s balls, running her hand over the hard teenage rears one after another. One of the things she enjoyed most was to place a hand on the small of their back, and then reach up and grasp the balls of the boy with the other. God they would hump the rail then, almost in desperation, and she could feel the power of their adolescent body with her hand on their back, feeling the muscles tighten with fear. As she stroked the skin of the slaves and felt their balls, the boy’s pricks one after another grew until they were stiff and eager, the touch of the woman more than any of them could handle. Finally, she stopped behind the third boy in the group, the youngest of the lot and a boy of just fourteen years.

He was from the eastern province, and his dark hair shined in the sunlight. His balls were still underdeveloped, and his prick was thin and long, but stiff as a steal rod. She took the leather tie and looped it over the lad’s young scrotum, and then, with a big smile, she jerked it tight. As the leather bit into his ballsac trapping his nuts he screamed “ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH” and then “OH PLEASE............... NO!!!!!!!!!” With the boy’s yells she laughed, and smiled at the crowd that laughed with her. She patted the boys bobbing rear with her hand, and then moved to the first lad in the line, a blond haired youth of sixteen.

He was looking back over his shoulder as she approached, his eyes wide with fear. Seeing the leather in her hand, he started begging, pleading like there was no tomorrow. As he pleaded she smiled and then reached up under the struggling youth and slid the leather tie over his nuts. She hesitated then, and looked to the crowd and savored the expressions she found there. The eyes of the crowd almost sparkled, and everyone was looking at her, and the boy under her. The youth was struggling...wildly.....his hips humping the rail under her, feeling the loose leather around his balls and knowing he could do nothing to stop it. She looked into his eyes. She loved the surprise when they felt the bite of the leather. Suddenly, she jerked the knot tight, and he grunted, his head thrown back and his face grimacing from the pain. The leather bit hard into his balls, trapping the orbs tight in his sac, and as it happened his prick bobbed and bounced and his thigh muscles pulled taught trying to close his legs against the pain. With the bite of the leather he had just started babbling, his cries wild and uncontrolled, the words almost unintelligible as he struggled against the tie that held his manhood.

She laughed again, and then put her hand on his ass, feeling it bob up and down and up and down. This one was desperate, jerking his bonds and struggling so hard that the sweat was glistening down his entire back. She rubbed her hand over it....then moved her fingers to her mouth and tasted the boys sweat. Finally, she moved to the next boy in the line, between the two boys she had already tied. This lad stood out from the group, his hair was so bright red and his freckled face so unusual she almost hated to nut him. The boy was 15, and his manhood was stuck out hard and stiff, his red pubic bush thick above his prick and his balls heavy and hanging. They were huge. She slapped his hard rear, a few loud slaps that got the crowd to laughing, as the red haired lad tugged on his bonds. His jerking made his balls swing, and she reached under them and cupped them in her hand....tugging them downward. With the other she reached around with the leather, and let it encircle the essence of the red haired youth’s manhood. He felt it, looked back and then he said “Listen.......leave my fucking balls....” but she cut off his sentence with a jerk of the leather, tightening the noose and trapping his balls. With the snap of the leather he grunted.....then screamed “NNNNNNOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!” as he felt it bite. His ass never stopped bobbing, and his trapped balls swung between his legs and his prick oozed fluid from his single eye. The crowed was laughing with the “Tricutter” and seemed to be really enjoying the spectacle. She smacked him hard on his naked buttocks, then left him for another.

She then moved passed the dark haired youth who was settling down somewhat, and moved to the forth boy in the line of six. Next to him was his apparent twin, the two youths identical in appearance. They had been captured together, and their matching bodies were as perfect and as smooth as two boys can be. Both had jet black hair, and appeared to be from the southern province. They were muscled youths, and at seventeen their bodies had already reached well into manhood. Still, except for the bush above their pricks and the small ring of hair around their assholes, they were smooth and young and oh so damn sweet. She savored the moment, and then as both boys begged her, she looped the leather around the first boy’s swinging nuts and pulled the knot loosely closed. Then she stepped sideways to the other lad, the boy’s twin, and did the same to him. She then stepped between the two boys, laying one hand on each of their bobbing rears....feeling their struggles and savoring their fear.

She turned to the boys and said “I’ll unman you together, and I’m going to enjoy it.”

Finally, after a good long moment, she reached quickly to the one and jerked the knot closed, then reached to the other and did the same. Within seconds both of the youths’ twin scrotums were tied tightly, the boys’ balls bulging in their sacs and stretching the skin so tight that each ball individually could be seen. The brothers struggled as one, their hips bobbing and their teenage pricks stiff and hard and bouncing to their heartbeats.

Finally, she turned to the last slave in the line. He was the oldest of the lot, and was said to be twenty-two. She looked him over, running her hand from the nape of his neck all the way down his back until she was cupping his big balls. His body was hard and looked more like he was twenty-four or five she figured, but whatever his real age he was already a man and his boy hood features were clearly gone. He was clearly distraught even more than the boys. She figured he had almost certainly tasted more than a few women in his life, and it was obvious that he knew what he was losing and he was struggling in desperation to prevent it. She had no sympathy for him, and took the leather and wrapped it around his huge balls. The man looked back at her, begging her, and as he begged she laughed, and then looking right into his eyes she jerked the cord tight, so tight it almost severed his sac as the leather snapped closed. He grunted then, the begging replaced by a cry of desperation, and his hips jerked from the pain and his prick grew even stiffer from the attention. The crowd roared their approval and a few people actually applauded as it happened.

She then walked around until she was in front of the slaves whose balls she had just tied. The crowd moved back as she did so, and she looked each lad in the face and studied his features. As she stopped in front of each one they begged her for release, and she let them talk and then without a word she moved to the next. She liked to hear them beg for mercy, and it made her own heart race. When she reached the red haired youth she hesitated. He didn’t beg her like the others. No, when she came in front of him he spit in her face as she came by. She stepped back, and then, wiping the spittle from her face, she said “That will cost you” as she wiped it off. The youth said “FUCK YOU” as a reply, and she did have to give him credit for his bravery. Stupid though, but cute in its own way.

Finally, she had studied them all thoroughly, and was ready to take their manhood from them. She stirred the pot of glowing coals, and moved the cauterization irons around and made sure they were glowing red hot. As the slaves watched her, she took the knives that were laid out in front of them, and moved them over the stone one more time, honing the blades to razor sharpness. She liked to let them watch the process and see it happen. It added to their fear, and that added to her enjoyment. She used a different knife on each slave, having learned that in doing so the rate of infection was much less. Each of the knives were identical to the one next to it, its small curved blade and its thin tip each custom made for the craft. Her handles were all ivory, and each handle was carved and was custom made.

She took the first knife, and then walked around behind the sixteen year old at the beginning of the line. He was struggling....hard and desperate. The other slaves were looking over, to see it happen, and as it was being done they were watching with a look of trepidation that has no equal. While the crowd was eager and excited, the slaves waiting to be cut were fearful and distraught, and the contrast between those watching and those waiting was as wide as two extremes can be. She controlled the cutting, and in turn controlled the crowd. She loved the power, and she loved what she was doing.

She came up behind the first youth and felt his bouncing rear. She then said “Steady boy....your balls are mine now and its best you just accept it.” He started crying then, and as he did so she laughed. Then, with a huge smile on her face, she reached down under his legs, and took his sac in her hand. As she did so, his dick spurted his seed, the intensity of the moment too much for him, and the long lines of his semen were just shooting out and into the dirt underneath him. He gasped as it started, and with his gasp she pushed the tip of the knife into the side of his sac, and with a single, well-practiced motion, she filleted his sac and pushed out his left testicle through the slit. She did it fast, and the knife was so sharp it appeared to be done without effort. He was screaming then.....struggling as she cut him even as he was still ejaculating. As he pumped the last of his seed into the dirt she cut the cord that held his left ball and then let it drop into the dirt. Then, she reached to the other side of his sac, and pushing the tip into it, she filleted it wide open as well. He was delirious with the pain at this point, struggling desperately as she nutted him, and his cries and jerks and struggles seem to feed her. She savored the feeling, and held his ball out next to the knife. She waited until he slowed, his hips finally stopped, and then with a jerk of the knife she took his right ball so fast he hardly realized it was happening. Still, he grunted as she cut him. She then threw his last ball into the dirt, next to his splash of semen and where the other ball lay. He collapsed with the taking of his balls, and seemed to sag across the rail, spent, exhausted and the fight gone from him forever. She was feeling his ass again...running her hand along his back....then up under him to feel the softness of his empty sac. Finally, she pulled down on the loose skin and made the third cut....in a swift, single motion, as she swiped the knife just below the tie and took off his filleted scrotum, leaving nothing but a knob of flesh still tied by the leather. As she pulled the knife through him he grunted one more time, then just lay over the rail unmoving, collapsed and only semi-conscious.

She then went by the second lad, the defiant red-haired youth that had spit on her. She grabbed his balls and squeezed until he reacted, and then she said “Not yet.....your balls need to feel the leather some more.” Then she left him, and moved down the line to the younger lad, the boy of 14 who was jerking wildly like there was no tomorrow. She let her hand rest on his back....felt his legs and the power of his desperation. She reached around and under him, and took his prick in her hand. She liked the boy. She felt it....slid the foreskin up and down his shaft, as he humped the rail he pushed his penis in and out of her hand. She said “Do it boy....its your last chance.....and when you shoot I’m going to steal your balls.” His eyes were wide then, as he realized to cum would cost him his manhood. She began to move her hand, and suddenly he grunted, and against his will and without control his seed began to shoot from his dick with an intensity that only a youth can deliver. The crowd roared as he shot, his balls emptying themselves for the last time and the youth realizing it as it was happening. Then she moved behind the boy, and took her second knife and laid it up against the side of his still pulsating scrotum. She pulled down on it with the other hand and twisted it to get a better view, and then pushed the knife tip into it and twisted her wrist as she did so. He screamed as she cut him, but his young balls were so tender that the knife penetrated easily. She pushed his ball out of his sac, and snipped if off with the knife. He was bleeding a little more than the first, but not seriously, but it was enough that she switched hands to get a better angle on his balls. Then, with another push of the knife she penetrated the other side of his sac, and with the second cut he grunted and then stopped moving, holding his body tense against the pain. He could feel his right ball being pushed out of his scrotum...felt it in her fingertips, and then as the knife took it from him he grunted from the stab of pain. Then grabbing the empty scrotum and wrapping the curve of the blade around the entire sac, just below the leather tie, she hesitated before she made the third slice. Time seemed to stand still. Then, with a single, quick pull, she pulled the remains of his sac clean off of his body, leaving only the little stub of tied flesh below the leather. The fourteen year old eunuch collapsed completely as she did so, the essence of his struggles gone with the essence of his manhood.

Next, she moved to the two twins. The boys were wild....having seen the two others castrated they knew they were powerless to stop it. Their pricks were so hard it was unbelievable, almost like two steel rods. She came up behind the first, and without any hesitation she plunged the knife into his sac, twisting the blade and this time taking his ball with it at the same time. She did it so fast he hardly had time to realize it was happening. Even so, just as she sliced into him both brothers ejaculated simultaneously, one from the feeling of the knife and the other from the anticipation of what was happening. The boys shot their loads side by side, their semen splashing into the dirt and the crowd almost giddy with excitement as they watched the boys do it. She moved the knife then to the other side of the boy’s scrotum. She plunged the knife in, making a turning, downward cut that again cut the ball chord at the same time as she cut open his sac. The two severed balls were still inside the sac, but no longer hooked to the boy who owned them. Then, with a third slice of the knife the Tricutter took the sac, and with a flick of her wrist she dropped his entire scrotum, containing his severed balls, into the dirt where only moments before he had shot his load.

She did the other twin the same way, making the same three cuts in almost the exact same manner. He screamed louder than his brother, and as she was cutting his scrotum free he ejaculated another small shot of semen on top of what he had already done. It was a short spasm, but the last of his seed and the end of his manhood for all time. When she was finished both twins lay over the rail defeated, ball-less beings for the rest of their lives. She looked at them, and patted their rears like one would pat a horse. As she did so her eyes sparkled and her big grin flashed to the crowd.

She left the twins then, and moved to the man at the end of the line. He was trying to reason with her, begging her not to cut him. He could tell from her smile that it was no good, that he was going to be unmanned and the only unknown was how bad the pain was going to be. He then changed from begging and asked her instead “Please....take them quick, please, just a single, fast cut.” That stopped her...she had never had a slave beg her to cut him, and this one was a first and she liked it. God to have that much power! She hesitated then behind him, and he stilled his body, almost begging for her to do it. He was pulling hard against his bonds and straining every muscle with the anticipation of what was pending. He had his eyes closed, and his mouth was clinched in fear. She took his balls in her hand then, savored the moment as she held the man. She thought of the other woman these balls had fucked. How many she wandered? What the hell. She then reached out underneath him and took hold of his prick, and began to pump him. He whispered “OH GOD...OH MY GOD” as she did so, and as she watched the sweat literally run down his back and in between the cracks of his firm ass she pumped him faster. He arched his back just then, and with that motion he began to grunt out his seed, the sperm shooting from his dick with a tremendous intensity. It was a tremendous load, his last sexual act as a man, and she milked him slowly until it was over and he was drained. Then, making a decision, she plunged her knife straight into the middle of his sac, about a half-inch from the top of his scrotum, and then with a single flick to the side she pulled the knife through the right side of his balls, severing the cord on the right testicle as she opened his scrotum. He bit his lip as she did it, her knife having removed half of his ball sac with the pull. She pushed the knife back into the center of his ball sac and jerked it across to the left, separating his left ball and shredding his sac in the process. The shredded sac hung down from him then by only a single piece of skin that protruded from the middle where the leather was still tied, his balls having been cut from his body with the two cuts she had made. Then, with a small flick of the knife she took the flap of skin and the entire bloody mess just dropped into the dirt where he had just splashed his load. He too then collapsed over the rail, and lay unmoving. She had done the three cuts so fast that some in the crowd had missed them. A small drop of blood dribbled from where the skin was tied, and she noted it and then, with a smile, she turned to the last of the group, the red haired lad who had had the gall to spit at her.

The boy was angry now...with a look of hatred across his face. He was looking back at her and then he said “You’re a bitch...you know that...a BITCH!!!! Well, FUCK YOU BITCH!” She leaned over to him, and then whispered in his ear “You’ll be fucking nobody boy....I own your balls....and now I am going to enjoy taking them.” He was trying to spit at her again, but he couldn’t reach her. As she moved closer he started to struggle hard against his bonds, almost like he wanted to get free just to go after her. She tossed his red hair with her hand, and then let her hands run down his back....over his ass. She watched his trapped nuts swinging under him, big for his age, and as she did so his struggles became wild and desperate. His prick was about nine inches in length, the big purple head glistening with some strange desire, the tip wet with his fluids and almost appearing to be eager for his castration. She hoped when she was finished it would still be seeking its relief. She would love to leave him ball-less and frustrated. She moved up close between his legs. Slowly, she cupped his balls in her left hand, and took the knife in the other. She rested the tip of the knife against the side of his scrotum, just above the right ball that was bulging so hard against the tight skin of his sac. He felt the tip of the knife....then yelled “FUCK YOU!”...then he screamed “NNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!” as she slowly, ever-so-slowly, pushed the blade into his nutsac. She was in no hurry. She pushed the blade inward, just the tip, and as it penetrated into his sac she stopped it there, let him feel the steel, and the sharpness of it. It was too much for him, and the red haired teenager suddenly spasmed, his entire body shuddering with his ejaculation. His body convulsed, and his prick began to pump out his seed even as the pain penetrated through the intensity of the feeling. She frowned as he ejaculated. Slowly she rotated her wrist then, and sawed the knife back and forth, all the while pulling downward as she savored the cut. He was ballistic and his bravado had been replaced with an almost delirious cry, a wild babbling now the only thing coming from his lips and the individual words no longer intelligible. Still, his seed spewed from his body, his head arched back as he came and his mouth wide open as he grunted. Finally, she had finished the first of her three cuts, and with a push she popped his right ball out of the slit, exposing it to the air and the crowd that was watching. Then, leaving it here, exposed, she moved the knife to the other side, and pushed in the tip. It penetrated his sac easily, and the boy, finishing his orgasm, grunted from the pain and the misery of his ongoing castration. Slowly she worked the knife down his ballsac, taking her time, working him, enjoying the cut and the misery of the teenager she held in her hands. Finally, the knife had reached the bottom of his sac, and with a squeeze she pushed his left ball from his sac, exposing it as well. Then, she took her right hand, and grabbed the two exposed testicles and pulled them back and downward, squeezing them together in her palm. As she squeezed the boy’s exposed balls, she leaned over to him and whispered in his ear: “Beg me to cut them off....beg me....beg me to CASTRATE YOU!” The boys screamed “NO.... OH GODDDDDDD.......you are a bitc...oh GODDDDDDD” and then she squeezed harder...then harder still. She rolled his balls in her palm, playing with them, slowly crushing them harder and harder, the feelings now so intense that the young teenager was almost delirious from the pain. She took the tip of the knife then, and pushed it slowly, ever so slowly, directly into the left ball, penetrating it.... She rotated the tip of the knife, enjoying the boy’s reaction as the knife did its work. Still, he stubbornly refused to do what she asked. She squeezed his nuts again then, working the one ball she had sliced with extra pressure.

Suddenly he screamed “OK..OK OK OK OK...yeah...OH GOD...OK...take them........please....PLEASE........”

The Tricutter said “What....what do you want me to do to you? Tell me! Tell EVERYONE!” As she said the words, she squeezed even harder, almost popping his balls. The one that had been cut was oozing a clear, milky fluid and it literally dripped from her fingers.

The boy then screamed so loud everyone heard him: “CASTRATE ME....... PLEASE.... NOW... CASTRATE ME NOWWWWWW!!!!!!

With his yell, she said sort of matter-of-factly “OK” and then suddenly jerked her right hand downward, so hard and so fast that she literally pulled his balls from his body. The cords snapped as she did so, the boy screaming from the pain as he felt it happen. He collapsed against the rail then, the tears filling his eyes as he lay, finally, and forevermore, castrated. Then, with a final motion, she pulled down on his empty sac and made the third and final cut, slicing the boy’s empty ballsac off with a single jerk of the knife, and leaving him as smooth as the others. The fight was gone from the boy, and he lay unmoving over the rail, only the movement of his chest showing that he was still alive.

She then walked around and picked up the small pot of glowing coals and hot cauterization tools. Walking behind the castrated slaves, she took one of the red hot tools and one at a time she went down the row, holding the glowing steel up to the small knot of flesh that lay crunched under the leather cords between each of the boys legs. Each time, as the tool touched the raw flesh it sizzled, and with the smoke the wounds were sealed closed one-by-one. With that, she looked to the owner and smiled, and then glancing at the slaves waiting on the sidelines to help, she simply said “CUT THEM DOWN.” With that, she left the square and left the newly castrated eunuchs to the care of the slaves that did that duty. As she was walking away the crowd began to applaud, and the applause would ring in her ears long after the bustle of the city had swallowed up the sound.

[Authors note: Thanks for the many comments from the last story. If you liked this story I would really appreciate a short note letting me know. [email protected]]