My story seems simple, and as a slave it is not all that unusual I suppose. Still, for me, the memory lingers, the lost lust and emptiness between my legs having long replaced what was once carried there. I think back on the day and wonder. Perhaps if things had gone differently he might have left me a man, or perhaps it was only a matter of time before he took my stones no matter what I might have done. I just don’t know.

What I do know is that he unmanned me, and that the memory is clear about that, crystal, and I relive that day and that moment again and again in my mind. There is no feeling quite like it in all the world I suppose, and feeling the sharpness of the blade and struggling helplessly against the ropes while the knife is being worked through your balls is something you can never forget. Never.

The day it was done to me was hot, very hot, and earlier in the morning I was working in the garden in just my shorts, with the rest of my teenage body exposed to the sun, glistening with sweat. My deep brown eyes were open and I was oh-so-innocent, and knew really nothing about the world and up until that day my life had been simple and not complicated. Then, just before noon I went into the house of the overseer to get some water, and my plan had only been to go to the kitchen, and then return to my work. I wish with all my heart I had gone to the outside well instead.

On the day it happened to me I was three days shy of my sixteenth birthday, sprouting into manhood and with a deepening voice that would crack when I least expected it. It was an awkward time I suppose, as I tried to understand the changes that were turning me quickly from a boy into a man. I was proud of my body, and my toned muscles. Back then my stomach was flat, with firm muscles that rippled up my belly typical of an in-shape adolescent male. For certain there was hair under my armpits, and a thin patch of sex hair that was bristling above my prickle. But other than those areas, I was smooth and had the look more of a boy than a man. However, my cock was large for my age and it was often hard and stiff. At night I took pleasure in thinking of one of the slave girls and pumping it until it spurted. My young nuts were full and eager, and as I remember them they were large, and hung low, and I liked to heft them and roll them in my left hand as I jacked my cock with my right. Yeah...it’s funny what you remember I suppose.

When I went into the master’s house to get some water it was not unprecedented, as I had free reign of the home and often helped out in the kitchen. My official duty on the plantation was to serve as the master’s house boy, and so I usually worked in the kitchen and cleaned the floors and served in any manner that the master’s family wished me to. Sexually, I was a virgin, in every way you can be, and while I had desires I had not refined them or acted on them, other than to jack my cock and to make it squirt when I was alone. The master had never touched me, and I was innocent in sexual matters.

On this day the house was deserted, and I knew that the master was in the fields watching the harvesting, and his wife was in town with their only daughter. Since I knew the house to be empty I had no concerns as I entered it. But, as I neared the kitchen I heard noises I was not accustomed too. At first I thought someone might be hurt, because the sounds were of a gasping, struggling nature, and yet they had a rhythmic property to them that my innocence did not recognize. They were human noises for sure though, and I as I was contemplating them suddenly I remember hearing a woman crying out, and when I heard that I had the thought she might be in trouble. I shouldn’t have gone, and would have lived a different life had I went back to work instead, but I did not, and instead I allowed my curiosity to propel me towards the sounds without any further hesitation.

I do not know what I expected to find. But as I entered the back of the house, where the main bedrooms were and reached the third door it was open, and in an instant I took it all in and my young teenage dick went rock hard. Anton Sodomar was on top of a young woman, his naked buttocks going up and down as he drove his stiff cock deep into her pussy. He was a slave, as was I, but he had the master’s favor, and was much older and served as a foreman for the two dozen slaves that did the work on the plantation. He managed the slaves and directed all of our work and in fact I reported directly to him, as did all of the other slaves the master owned.

In that sense, he was a man of power, although he was still a slave. But he was in charge of the other slaves, and that authority allowed him even at times to whip slaves that did not perform to his expectations. He was in his mid twenties and compared to my adolescent body he was a strong and powerful man. As I watched him fucking the girl I stood there, spellbound, my eyes wide with the sight of it. I could see it all from the doorway, and his legs were spread, over her, and so I could see the man’s hole that was ringed with hair, and his big bullocks that swung beneath his hairy legs as he thrust into her like an animal.

I had never witnessed the sex act, and certainly had no direct knowledge of it myself, although I was not naïve and had certainly seen animals copulate so I knew what I was witnessing. Still, it fascinated me, and the girl was certainly enjoying it and gripping his back as he continued to do his fucking. In and out he drove his big cock, and I could hear it slurping as it slid in and out of her love slit, and it was slick with her juices and glistened as the light hit it. His cock went in and out, in and out, and with each thrust he was grunting. After a few more minutes the big man lifted his eyes upward, toward the ceiling, and then he said “I... I’m going to cum!”

She cried out: “NO! Wait. Don’t cum yet!”

Her voice caught me by surprise, and there was a recognition then and suddenly a chill ran though my body that cannot be described. At the same instant, Anton’s entire body shuddered, and he made a final, deep thrust into her, and seemed to hold that position then as he ejaculated his seed into the depths of her soul.

She cried out “NO!” at that same instant, but he was beyond it then and as I watched I could see the man’s ass hole wink at me, open and closed and open and closed as he experienced his orgasm and shot his seed into her. I think it lasted thirty seconds or so, but I’m not really sure and it no longer matters.

Her voice though had startled me, and I knew I needed to leave and so I turned to run, but as I did in my haste I stumbled and fell into the side of the door instead of going through it. I jerked my head around and they were both looking at me, and my heart seemed to stop and my gut went cold. It was Maria! The master’s daughter! Oh GOD! I did not know what to do, but before I could run she shouted at me and her words stopped me in my tracks. “STOP BOY....DON’T YOU DARE RUN FROM ME COLTON. I’VE SEEN YOU PLAIN AS DAY AND I WANT AN EXPLANATION!”

I froze. Anton was on his feet in an instant, and mad as hell. His wet cock was still jutting, the slick end of it drooling a line of sperm towards the floor, although his boner was rapidly wilting even as I glanced at it. He started to yell at me, about sneaking up on him, and his hands were fists and I knew he was going to beat me and a single look told me that soon enough I would feel his wrath at the end of a whip as well. But then Maria intervened and what happened next is frozen forever in my mind.

She got off of her bed, still naked, her perfect round tits jutting upward, and then she said: “Anton, stop yelling at him! He’s cute.... don’t you think so? I never really thought of him that way, but now that I see him here, watching us, and seeing the stiffness in his pants, I think he’s pretty cute and I like him.”

Anton started to talk back to her, to tell her that I needed to go, but she seemed to have her own ideas and she was not listening to him. I did not know what to do. Then she came right up to me, until her lips were literally against my ear. Her blue eyes sparkled, and her smell filled my nostrils and I could feel my pole growing even harder. She was Anton’s age, in her mid twenties, and she was the most beautiful woman I had ever laid eyes on. I had seen her before of course, but as a house boy and kitchen slave I had never dared to give her notice and I had never known her to be away from her parents. So, as she gave me her attention and stood beside me totally naked, I stared at her spellbound and had no idea what to do. I had never seen a naked woman before, and she was beautiful, her tits round and oh-so-perfect, and her triangle of pubic hair covering the slit that I so wanted to touch. I stared, and I could not take my eyes off of her.

She smiled at me, and my heart was pounding in my chest, and then she reached for the front of my trousers and started to untie them. As she did, she used my name again and said: “Colton....you seem to be hiding something in these pants. I want to see what it is that you have.”

I was shaking then, but I had no real power to resist, and so before I fully realized what she was doing my pants were down to my knees, and my stiff teenage cock was jutting upward, as stiff and hard as it had ever been in my entire life. It bobbed there, exposed to the air in front of the two of them, and she reached out and took my erection into her hands. Then she looked at Anton and then back to me, and then she said: “Well....I see why they named you Colton. You’ve got a horse dick my boy. You’re even bigger than Anton!”

She slid the skin of my dick back, and then forward, pumping it slowly, and a bead of clear semen anointed the tip of it. God. She grinned, and took her thumb and rubbed it gently over the tip, working the seepage over the head of my dick. It felt so fucking incredible, and I stared at her hand and what she was doing and my cock twitched and pulsated with my desire. As she was doing that she turned back to him and smiled, and then she said: “He’s a fine young colt, don’t you think Anton?”

Anton’s face had a look of disgust on it, and he said to her that I was nothing but an immature slave boy, and wasn’t worth her time, but she disagreed with him and then she said: “Well....he’s got a big cock for such a young lad. And the truth is that you cum too early, and shoot your wad before you satisfy me. I have to admit that his rod is not as fat as yours, but his cock is quite a bit longer and it’s sure hard and stiff. This boy has got a man-sized prick, with the balls to match, and he’s very eager. Besides, I like the smoothness of his skin and the innocence in his eyes. There isn’t a single hair on his chest, or his face, and he’s only got a little hair under his armpits and just the little cute patch above his dick. He’s really cute, and with such a big cock too. I like him.”

Anton turned to her, as her soft hands continued to gently stroke the skin of my cock, and said “Maria, I need to go back to the fields, and this boy needs to get to his work in the garden. This is wrong for him to be here, and he snuck in on us. He needs to be punished, and it’s my job to take care of it. But right now he needs to go. Later tonight I’ll give him the whip and teach him a lesson. This is dangerous, and I’ve been here too long already. Your father could come back to the house at any time and the boy and I need to be gone.”

I was shaking. I did not know what to do. But she said: “No, my father will not return until dinner time, and it is not even noon yet. You listen to me Anton! I don’t want you to whip him. You need to remember your place. You are a slave too you know, so do not be too angry with him for being hard and stiff when he’s looking at a pretty woman and feeling her touching his rod. You might be done and satisfied, but I am not, and I want to feel this boy’s man-cock inside of me. He’s eager, and it seems a waste to not put his eager pole to good use since it is up and ready and I want some more.”

As she said that, she looked down at him, and his own cock had wilted after his fucking and had shrunk significantly. As she looked at it and held my rod, she said: “He’s up and eager, and you are not. You satisfy yourself and shoot too soon. I want him, and you will not interfere. But, perhaps you can coach the boy on his technique, or then again perhaps you can learn something from him instead. I want his cock, and I think it’s clearly time for this boy to become a real man, and who knows, he might even be able to satisfy me when you could not.”

Anton was clearly angry, and I knew in my heart he was right and that I needed to leave, but she seemed very determined and I had no idea what to do. As I was looking I could not help but stare at her naked tits and the roundness of her perfect nipples, which seemed to draw my gaze right to them. As I stared, she played with my rod more aggressively and I seemed to grow stiffer and even more eager than before. Suddenly, she pulled me towards her, and then she was falling back onto her bed and pulling me on top of her. I was so damn scared, but then she spread her legs and guided my rod into the slit between them, and as I slid inside of her and felt the wetness of her pussy my balls drew up tight and the feeling seemed to overwhelm me.

Anton seemed to stare and the look on his face was one of anger, but at this point there was little he could say. Still, perhaps it was jealousy or perhaps it was something else entirely, but he was definitely angry and did not approve of what I was doing. Still, she was the master’s daughter, and so she was in control of things, and as she guided me into her I went all the way in, until my teenage rod was buried deep into her and my balls were resting outside of her hole. I could feel the heat of her womanhood and the wetness of her hole where Anton’s juices had filled her pussy. The slickness of it felt better than anything I had ever felt in my entire life. God. OH GOD. I knew it was wrong, knew as a slave even being close to her was wrong. But now, as I felt the wetness of her hot pussy and started to slide my cock in and out, feeling her hole and fucking my first woman while Anton watched me doing it, I cannot describe the intensity of it all.

Right away my balls started to boil, and I thought I might ejaculate. She felt a thousand times better than any jerk session I had ever given myself, and the feeling was so intense and my cock was so eager that I could hardly believe the sensations that were flooding my brain. My nuts drew up tighter, and my nipples went to points, and I knew I was going to shoot my wad and yet I wanted it to last. She must have sensed it, because she said: “Anton, grab the boy’s balls and give them a squeeze. I want you to squeeze them and keep him from shooting. I don’t want him to cum until I’m ready.”

Suddenly, Anton’s fist found my balls, and my eyes went wide and it was not a good feeling. But when he grabbed them and closed his hand my pending orgasm receded, and yet my cock seemed to grow even harder and I could almost feel the big bulbous end of my rod pulsating with desire as I moved it inside of her. She was so damn wet and felt so damn good it just cannot be described!

Then, she started to talk to me. “Fuck me Colton. Push your cock in and out of me...”

What could I do? I had no idea what to do, or even what I was supposed to do, but I did what she said and began to move my hips, sliding my cock in and out of her dripping pussy. As I did that, she said: “Oh YES.....that’s it. THAT’S IT COLTON. THAT’S THE MOTION! FUCK ME WITH YOUR YOUNG VIRGIN COCK!”

And I did.

Anton held my balls the entire time I fucked her. I was so scared, and knew what I was doing was extremely risky, but yet I could not stop myself at that point and there was really nothing to do but to enjoy the moment and take it to its natural conclusion. I worked her until I was sweating, fucking her hard and oh-so-fast, and yet even in my eagerness the more I moved and thrust the more she seemed to enjoy it. I savored ever second I was fucking her. After a while the feeling in my balls started to climb to heights of pleasure way beyond anything I had ever experienced even with him holding onto my scrotum. Then, just when I thought I was going to ejaculate once again Anton gave my nuts another hard squeeze, and as the pain hit me once again the pending orgasm went away. Still, I fucked her, faster then. I fucked her hard and fast, and in and out until my hips were a blur. She felt so damn good! Then, after a while she suddenly screamed out “OH.. OH YES. YES! YES!!! OH GOD YESSSS! OH GOD! FINALLY!!!! I’M CUMMING!”

And then her entire body shuddered. I had no idea what was happening, but she jerked and flailed and came, the rhythmic waves of pleasure racking her and I could feel her pussy gripping my cock and almost pumping it, the muscles inside of her literally rippling. Her eyes were oh-so-wide, the pupils big and open, and her mouth gasped as she shuddered again and again.

It was way too much for me. As she screamed in ecstasy, I kept fucking her, in and out while she was in the midst of her orgasm, and then her eyes went oh-so-wide and she stared at me and that’s when my balls started to churn and right after that the sperm started to jet out of my cock and into the depths of her soul just like Anton had done only a few moments before. But, in the very instant as it started, things took a turn in a new direction, and after that the certainties in life suddenly shifted, and everything that was and would be was changed forevermore.

Two powerful arms jerked me off of her, even as my cock was spurting, and my copious load of jism seemed to shoot out in lines of cream, the first of it running a line from her pussy to her tits. I came and came and came, but even as I was shooting it was going out in all directions after that as my cock was no longer in her. I was so surprised and stunned I really had no idea what was happening, but my cock continued to spew and my huge wad of sperm erupted from me like a fountain. It was the biggest load of my life. I thought Anton had stopped me, and I was angry at him, but then I turned and saw the master’s face and two of the field foreman, each one of them holding one of my arms as they pulled me across the room and away from her. My cock spewed out my jism even so, and they were all seeing it, staring at it and all of a sudden I knew I was in very serious trouble. OH GOD. Suddenly I was more scared than I had ever been in all my life.

The master yelled: “YOU FUCKING BASTARD! HOW DARE YOU RAPE MY DAUTHER? HOW DARE YOU!”

Two more foreman showed up at that moment, and I suddenly realized they were all coming out of the fields for lunch. The master was so angry his face was beet red. Then he yelled to the nearest foreman, “TAKE THESE TWO! GET THEM OUT OF MY SIGHT! TIE THEM WELL AND THEN TAKE THEM TO THE GRAIN LOCKER, AND PUT THEM THERE AND MAKE SURE TO GUARD THE DOOR. I DON’T WANT THEM GOING ANYWHERE UNTIL I’M READY TO DEAL WITH THEM.”

I wanted to apologize, and try to explain, but what really could I say? Maria had covered herself and fled the room, and everyone was looking at me as if I was Satan himself. Before I could think of anything to say they were pulling me out of the room, and then he was gone, going after his daughter and after that there was no opportunity to talk to him. It all happened so fast it’s impossible to describe.

As for me, they bound my wrists together, in front of me, and then lead me to the grain locker like a horse is led to the stable. When we reached it, they tossed the rope over a beam, and then hoisted my arms above my head, stretching me out so that with my feet were no longer flat on the dirt floor and my arms were stretched out above me. They did the same thing to Anton, and then they left us there, the two of us, standing naked side by side with our arms stretched high above our heads and both of us helpless to do anything about it. Needless to say, it was not a good position to be in, and yet there was nothing I could do after that but just wait for what was to come.

For the next several hours we hung that way, the heat of the day building outside and the room growing slowly hotter by the minute. Soon, I was drenched with sweat. My arms fell asleep and it was not comfortable. Turning to Anton, I asked: “Anton....what.... what will the master do to us?”

He looked at me, and his face was white. His voice broke, and then he said “Well, if we are lucky, he’ll only take our balls. I figure he’s definitely going to castrate us, but after that it’s hard to tell. He’ll probably take us to the city and sell us at the auction after he’s nutted us.”

I gasped. My heart started to pound, and then I said “But... but the master has no eunuchs. He doesn’t believe in them, and I heard him say just last week that an unmanned slave is worthless and not worth owning.”

Anton looked down at the ground and whispered: “Oh, he’s going to take our balls alright. Of that there is no doubt.”

My voice cracked in an adolescent squeal: “I don’t want to lose my balls! Perhaps we’ll just get the whip instead?”

“The whip? Well, you might get the whip too. And probably sold as well. But if you think you’ll keep your nuts you’re badly mistaken. I can assure you, he’s not going to allow any slave to fuck his daughter and keep his balls. No slave, not even me. No. Make no mistake, when he’s ready, he’s going to come and nut us both and I doubt it will be very long before it is done.”

Just as he said those words there was a commotion outside, and we were close enough to the door to see through the openeing there. A wagon was drawn up and then several of the slaves could be seen unloading a large heavy table out of it. They placed it right onto the lawn just beyond the grain locker. I did not recognize it, but then as I studied it I realized that it had been borrowed from a neighbor, and it looked well used and then the feeling of trepidation began to crawl up my spine. On the corners of the table there were stout ropes and the top of it was several inches thick, and as I watched I could see that it was extremely heavy. There was something that looked like a wooden spear sticking out of the top of the table, about a foot in length, and as I tried to figure it out I had the thought that it looked like an erect dick. The table was so heavy that it took six men to carry it, and as I looked at them putting it in place about thirty feet or so beyond the door my heart began to pound within my chest. They WERE going to castrate us! Suddenly, there was no doubt about it, and as I stared at the table it was immediately obvious that it was there it would be done. OH GOD! NO!!!

A few minutes later the plantation bell was rung, and soon enough all of the slaves came to the assembly point. The master had them form a ring around the table, and it was clear that everyone was there. The master was there too of course, as well as another man I did not recognize. I remarked: “Who the hell is that man?”

I really didn’t expect an answer, but Anton spoke: “Him? He’s the cutter, and soon he’ll be taking our balls.”

My face went white. Oh fuck. He was right of course, and my eyes followed him and it was clear he was in charge of the preparations. HE WAS GOING TO NUT ME! Almost to confirm my fear, right then, we heard the master as he began to speak to the assembled group.

“Two of my slaves dared to violate the trust I have given them, and together they attacked my daughter. They have shamed the rest of you, and their actions have stolen my trust and have made me weary. Make no mistake, I will not tolerate any of you touching anyone in my family. I suggest that each of you watch what happens to them carefully, because if you do not then you may get your own turn on the table. Watch them struggle! Listen to them beg and grunt. They are going to pay for what they did with their balls, and after I am done with them then I’ll sell them to someone who will put their holes to good use. NOBODY TOUCHES MY DAUGHTER!”

There was a long pause then, and then in a quieter voice the master said: “OK. I suggest that each of you learn from watching what happens to them, and do not forget the lesson or your own balls could be next.”

I was going to be castrated! There was no doubt now! I cannot describe the feeling then, knowing it was going to be done and they were all going to watch it happen!

Outside, there was some murmuring, and then all of a sudden I heard the master’s voice again: “Fetch the first one. I don’t care which one, but get one of them out here and on the table and let’s get this started. I want their balls gone and the sooner the better.”

I jerked against the ropes holding my arms suspended, testing the bonds, but it was a useless gesture and I was tied well. I then turned to Anton and his face was white as a linen sheet. I stared at him and he at me. Suddenly, the door opened, and three of the field hands came in and looked at me, and then at him, and then without a word they took down his rope, and then they literally dragged him out of the grain locker and toward the table that was waiting for him. He started to beg then, and I could hear a commotion as he struggled and fought them. I couldn’t see it that clearly, but I could see the group of them pulling him to the table and the crowd of slaves circled around it opened up to let him be dragged through. The ring of slaves closed in again after that, and so I could only see the backs of the slaves watching, and listen to the words as they were spoken.

“Get him up on the table. That’s IT! NO! On his back! HIS BACK YOU IDIOT! That’s it. You, Clinton! Spread his legs. That’s right, one of you hold his right leg, and another his left. Yes. Like that! Hold them apart and get his hole over the rod. The rod needs to go into his hole before you pull him down and in position.”

“It won’t fit! The rod’s too big for his hole sire!”

“No it isn’t! Just pull him down...that’s it, pull him down. Harder. HARDER. It will go once you get the end of it against his hole. It’s been greased and it will fit!”

Suddenly, Anton screamed “NOOOOOOOOOOO. NOOOOOOOOO!”

“Yes. That’s it. Pull down on his legs until that rod is deep in his ass!”

“OH OHHHHHHHH GOD.”

There was a burst of laughter. Why were they laughing? I suppose it’s entertaining watching a man lose his balls, as long as its not you that is losing them. Of course, I figured that Anton was never a popular slave, and since he had been our boss and had whipped many of us on occasion, it made sense that at least some of the slaves watching would feel some genuine glee in seeing him being punished. Still, it seemed somehow surreal that so many of those watching were enjoying the spectacle.

Another loud voice. “He sure doesn’t like that rod in his ass!”

“No...get him down.” That’s it, now tie his ankles and get his arms out so he can’t move. No! NO you idiot! Tie him tight! I don’t want him moving when I’m nutting him!”

That must be the cutter’s voice!

Suddenly, I could hear Anton’s voice again, above it all. “NOOOOOOOOO! OH. OH GOD! GET IT OUT! GET IT OUT OF MY ASS! OH. OH PLEASE. IT’S STUFFING MY HOLE! WAIT! OH GOD! WAIT! WAIT I SAY! PLEASE SIRE, DON’T CASTRATE ME!”

“Gag him.”

There were more muffled noises after that, but Anton’s cries were reduced to a babble and all you could hear him doing was grunting into his gag. His words were no longer understandable. The other comments though were crystal clear.

“There. There you go. OK. OK. God...he’s quick. His cock went straight up when you impaled him with the wooden cock.”

The cutter’s voice again: “Yeah. It will do that to a man. It’s right against his prostate, so when he struggles it will fuck his hole. See? There he goes. Up and down. When he struggles his ass goes up and down on the pole, sort of a final fuck as he loses his balls. Seems fitting I suppose. It also serves to stretch his hole and make it easier to accommodate a real cock when the time is right for it.”

“Boy! He sure doesn’t want to lose his balls! Look at him struggle!”

“Yeah. Look at him fuck that rod!”

Then, the master’s voice. “Move back slave, and give the cutter some room. He needs some space to do his job! OK. Yes. That’s it. OK. Let’s get him done. Take his balls and unman the bastard!”

The cutter again: “Sire, how do you want it done? I can do him quick, with a single fast slice, or if you prefer I can dig out his stones one after the other. If we leave his bag, he’ll heal faster and if I do him quick it will be less traumatic and go easier for him.”

The door was open into the yard, and I tried to see, but the slaves were around the table in a circle, and there were several other men inside, against the table, and obviously working on unmanning Anton. As I hung there with my arms still over my head, nobody was looking at me, and if I could get free from the rope it would be easy to walk out the door and it was clearly a good time to escape. But I was tied well, and my arms were over my head and tied to the beam, and so the truth was that there was nothing I could do but just listen and watch the crowd as the master and his workers castrated him.

The master’s voice again. “No. Don’t make it quick! I want the bastard to feel it, so do it slowly and take your time. Make it hurt like hell! I want him to KNOW what he’s losing, and never forget what he did. He deserves to be unmanned, and I want it done nice and slow so he realizes it’s being done.”

“Ok. I’ll dig his stones out one at a time, and then I’ll take his empty bag and leave him with nothing below his dick. Is that what you want?”

The master’s voice again. “YES. DO it! Just make sure he feels it when you are going for his stones!”

“Watch now! All of you! This slave is about to lose his balls!”

Suddenly I heard grunting, and the big table started to shake, and then there was some more laughter and I heard a muffled scream.

“BOY. He sure doesn’t like that! Yeah...oh. OH! He’s quick! Look at that wad! He’s shooting his wad as you’re digging for his left ball!”

The cutter again: “Yeah. He’s a spurter! Most men are when you tie them to a table with a rod. It sits against his prostate, and most of them will shoot then when you start to nut them.”

Anton’s grunting increased, and grew louder, and I could hear the table shaking again.

“He shot a lot of seed. A big wad. Well, it went wasted on his belly. Won’t matter though. It’s his last one. He’ll never shoot another wad like that as long as he lives.”

“Yes. The right ball now. There. There it is. OK. Here goes.....”

Another muffled scream, and then more laughter.

“Alright, that’s it. That’s the pair of them. They were no match for the knife! See his dick flop? Yeah....it’s funny how swiftly they wilt once you take their balls. Yeah. It’s my experience that once they shoot and you take their balls, their cock wilts like a dead vine. A dick without balls is a worthless dick! That’s my experience at least. Take their balls and it really kills their erection, and while they say a eunuch can get hard, I’ve yet to see it and from what I’ve been told there is no strength in a eunuch’s boner. Nope…a man’s balls power his dick and give it the rigidity that makes it a useful tool to him. WELL, OK. There. There’s the rest of the scrotum. Get the iron, and then I’ll be done with him.”

The master’s voice: “Show him his balls. I want him to see what you have taken.”

There was laughter then, from the majority of those watching. What was so funny? God.

A few seconds later I heard another muffled grunt, and then the table stopped shaking, and then things went totally quite. Nothing was said for quite some time, and then the crowd seemed to part and I could see that they were untying him and he was laying flat with his yes open, staring at the sky. He was like a rag doll, unmoving, and there was no more fight left in him. Where only minutes before a strong powerful man had fought to keep from being tied to the table, now he lay there defeated and beaten, and the transition was so startling that it was scary. Wow. They had castrated him! OH GOD. A few more of the slaves parted, and so I got a better glimpse of him as they pulled him up from the table. As they lifted him upward off of the table I also had a good look at the big wooden dowel that had been impaled in his ass. It was quite the rod, carved to resemble a big fat penis, and it jutted upward from the table and clearly was a part of it. They just set him down beside the table, and he did not move or try to escape. As I was staring, three of the foreman turned, and then came straight for me! It was my turn now!

Paul and Jared were at the front of the group, two of the bigger foreman and both men I recognized. Paul grabbed the rope that was over the beam and untied it, and I crumpled to the floor when the rope went slack. Someone yelled “GET UP!” and I struggled to my feet, and then they were pulling me forward, through the door and out into the bright sunlight.

I stumbled, and fell to my knees, but they did not stop to let me up but just kept dragging me instead, in an obvious hurry to get me to the table so they could take my balls. I fell flat then, and twisted and turned and ended up face down, as they dragged me along and up to the table. Suddenly some men grabbed my arms and flipped me over, and then I was on my feet and being turned around so that my back was up to the table.

The big wooden phallic rod was jutting upward from the flat surface, and one of the other foreman, a man named Jeremyk, jammed his hand in a can of grease and began to work it into the surface of the wood. I was so close to it then that I could see every detail of it, and the big round end of it was bulbous, and it was carved exactly in the shape of a penis, including a little piss slit at the tip. But while it looked like a human cock the truth was that it was longer and thicker than any cock I’ve ever seen on a man. I sure did not want that in my ass! But I was not in control of things, and suddenly I was hoisted upward, into the air, and two men had my right leg and another the left. Some others were pulling upward on the rope that held my wrists, stretching my arms across the table. I was lifted up higher, above the big wooden rod.

Someone said: “A little higher. Spread his legs! Wider! WIDER! Spread his legs wide and slide him down right onto the pole. That’s it...put the bud of his hole right there! That’s it! YES! RIGHT THERE!”

I could feel the end of it pushing against my rectum, the big fat end of it right against the entrance to my bowels. I tightened the muscles in my ass to keep out the intruder, but suddenly they started to pull downward on my legs, and there was then this burst of pain and then after that it just slipped past the ring of muscle that protected that space, and after that it went deep into me, deeper than I would have otherwise ever thought possible.

I screamed. OH GOD IT HURT!

There was a huge round of laughter.

I tried to struggle, but it was impossible to move my hips sideways, and all I could really do was jerk up and down, and with each twist and turn I could feel that big wooden dick sliding in and out of my hole, in and out, in a very real way literally fucking me with my own motions. Needless to say, it was not a good feeling!

They pulled me right down onto it, and then tied my ankles to the sides of the table, so that my legs were spread wide. The end of it was jammed inside of me, up against my prostate, and my cock responded and jutted upward stiff and eager. At the same time I arched my back, jutting my groin upward even higher to take away the pressure, literally jutting my balls upward as if I wanted to make them more easily reachable to the man who would take them. I heard several men laughing when I did, and my eyes were wide open with disbelief as I felt myself impaled and being made ready for my own castration.

“He’s a fighter!”

“How old is he? He looks too young to have fucked the girl!”

“Well, he’s old enough, and his prick did the deed. See how hard he is? Look at those balls! That’s quite a set, especially on a fifteen year old!”

“Yeah...the lad’s got big nuts, I’ll give him that. Biggest set of nads I’ve ever seen on a boy. Seems almost a waste to take them.”

“Well, they may be big, but they’re no match for a knife.”

Several people laughed even louder then. I jerked my head up, my eyes oh-so-wide. As I stared at those staring back at me, it was very obvious that many of them had tents in their pants. THEY WERE HARD! I looked around the ring of them, the foreman, overseeers, and the fellow slaves, and without any doubt most of those watching me and staring at my naked body all trussed out and about to be castrated were rock hard, stiff and hard in their pants. They were all staring at me with a keen interest, and to my memory they were almost eager to watch it be done. They wanted me to lose my balls! No! It just didn’t seem right.

I especially remember Trayton, another teenage slave who I shared a corner of a cabin with. We had been purchased at the same time, when we were thirteen, and from that day forward we had been competing in different ways. He had bright blue eyes, a freckled face, and bright red hair, and he was the only slave on the plantation besides me that was still growing into manhood. We had a lot in common, but we were more rivals than friends, and it was clearly obvious he too was enjoying watching what was happening to me. Still, I couldn’t believe HE wanted me nutted!

But sure enough as I stared at him and he at me he was grinning, and his freckled face seemed to glow as he watched my struggling. I called out to him, begging him to help me, but he just grinned and ignored my pleas. Of course, I had been assigned to the master’s house, to the easy job while he had been forced to work the fields, sweating like a pig from morning until night. But even given that, there had been moments where we had been friends, and recently we had jacked off together so it seemed wrong for him to look so happy. But he was, and then the memories of all of the times I had laughed at him and put him down came flooding back to me.

Our friendship really had always been a competition, and we had compared dicks side by side and I had laughed at his pencil dick and compared it to my man-sized pole. I had laughed at his puny scrotum too, and hefted my big balls and made fun of his little boy sac. That had embarrassed him, and I remember how envious he was of my big sac of nuts. And then there was a girl, a slave girl we both admired, and I remember recently jacking off together and how I had bragged about how I would mount her and take her cherry long before he sprouted a nest of pubic hair. Shit! Of course, now as I was tied out and being made ready to be nutted, that was all going to change, and soon enough I would no longer be any competition to him at all and his little scrotum would soon be something I would envy. It seemed so damn unfair! OH God! Now I was done and would soon be unmanned, and after that he would grow into a man and probably take the girl I had bragged I would deflower. No!

Perhaps he was having the same thoughts? For whatever reason, he was grinning as he looked at me and stared at my stiff rod that was jutting upward, fueled by my nuts and fully erect with my last and final boner as a man. I couldn’t look at him any more and so I turned my gaze, and that’s when I saw the master looking at me. I cried out to him, begging him, begging him to let me keep my balls. I begged with no shame, crying out for help in front of everyone and begging him to spare me from the knife and be allowed to be a man. I begged him and begged him, but his face was cold and then he came to me and put his finger against my mouth. My lips quivered, but slowly I stopped talking. He leaned over then, staring down at me as I was tied out spread eagle and ready for the knife, and as he stared he grabbed my hard dick and took it into his fist, and then he said: “Colton, you fucked Maria. Fucked her, with this. You fucked her with your stiff cock, and you knew it was wrong but you fucked her anyway. You don’t deserve your balls. You know it and they all know it and I know it. It’s too bad you have such a big set of balls, and you would have been a good breeder if you had behaved yourself. But you didn’t, and so now I’m going to enjoy watching the knife steal them from you. I am. I’m looking forward to watching you grunt and jerk when you feel it, and ride that big wooden pole in your hole. Get used to it. Because, when I’m done with you the only real fucking you’re going to be doing in the future is when you spread your legs and take a cock up your ass.”

Then, he turned to the man that was patiently waiting between my legs, holding a small knife in his hand, and said “Get the gag in him, and then steal his stones. I’m tired of watching him growing into a man and it’s time for that to end right now.”

Then, somebody grabbed my nostrils, and when I opened my mouth to breathe they stuffed a rag into my mouth, and then someone took my head in his arms and held it back, my chin pulled backward so that I was forced to arch my back. I struggled, and tried to sit up, and that drove the rod inside of me deeper, and it hurt like hell. The pain shot up through my bowels, and to relieve it I was forced to arch my back higher, lifting my ass upward to relieve the pressure, aware that at the same time I was jutting my cock and balls upward toward the man with the knife. I didn’t want to, but I couldn’t stop it either.

The master’s voice again. “OK. He’s ready, and eager even for you to do it. Just make sure he feels it when you are going for his stones!”

I felt the man between my legs pick up my balls then, and fondle them, feeling for the individual stones within my scrotum. Then he said: “Give me the clamp.”

I caught a glimpse of a bronze clamp as they passed it towards him. It was hinged on one end, and it was open like a pair of scissors, the two blades set in such a way that they would come together and close like the jaws of a vise. The other end, away from the hinge, was set with two tabs to which was tied a leather tie, so that when it was closed the tie could be wound around the ends of it and lock it closed. In turn it would squeeze shut whatever was between the jaws of the device.

I felt him slide the open device over my scrotum, pulling downward on my balls as he did so, pulling them down to the bottom of my sac as he set the clamp at the top. I struggled, and bucked my hips to try and stop the unstoppable, and as I did I felt that big wooden dowel in my hole fucking me. In and out and in and out with each thrust of my hips!

There was more laughter then.

“He sure likes to fuck that pole!” someone said, and my face went red with shame. Even so, I continued to struggle, and with each jerk and thrust that pole went up and inside of my ass.

Suddenly the cutter drew the edges of the clamp together, right at the top of my bag and directly underneath my cock, and there was a shooting pain then as it cinched off the top of my scrotum and in a manner isolated it from the rest of my body. Boy it hurt! I screamed into the rag in my mouth, and jerked and my entire body shuddered. It was cinching off my balls! I screamed again, and thrust upward with all the strength that I had, increasing my struggles with a vengeance.

“I don’t think he likes the clamp on his nuts!”

There was more laughter then. Suddenly, I felt him holding my balls, and then there was the point of the knife. I’ll never forget it….never forget that knife and how it was up against my nuts and I knew, in that instant, that my life as a man was ended.

The master’s voice: “Pay attention! All of you! This boy is about to lose his balls! Learn from it!”

Suddenly I felt this searing pain in the left side of my scrotum, and I heard someone screaming and then I realized that it was my own voice I was hearing. At the same instant my body shuddered, and then I felt this overwhelming tightness in my nuts and suddenly my cock started spurting and I could feel the sperm being ejaculated, the feeling of my orgasm shared with the realization that a knife blade was digging into my scrotum and chasing my nuts. I had never felt anything like that before, or since, and without any doubt it was the most intense orgasm I have ever experienced in my entire life.

“FUCK! LOOK AT HIM SQUIRT! Now, that’s a wad! Damn. Three…. Four… five. SIX. Seven. Eight. Eights shots in that load! No…NINE! NINE SHOTS! Fuck he’s got a lot of sperm! Look at the goo that boy put out! Wow.”

The first shot hit my chin, and the rest of my load went up my chest and across my stomach, in white lines of cream, and I just seemed to cum and cum and cum. It was almost as if my body was desperately trying to fertilize a woman while it still could, even though there was no woman there to be fertilized. As it was my seed all went wasted on my stomach and chest.

Even as I shot I was fully aware of the man with the knife, and he was moving the blade deep inside my scrotum, digging out my left nut as my cock ejaculated. He never slowed, or cared really, and so as I shot he worked his knife and I bucked and screamed and struggled. Finally, just as my cock spasms slowly subsided, he pulled out my nut and with a single movement of the blade he took it from me as I finished emptying my cream. I fought it though with all my strength, and jerked against the ropes and struggled, jerking my hips up and down in the only direction they could go.

“I think he likes the rod! Look at him fuck it as he’s cumming. Yeah. He’s a spurter all right! Boy….he’s fucking that rod like he enjoys being nutted.”

“Yeah! Look at his seed! Fuck that’s a big load, especially for a boy!”

“It’s a lot of cream even for a man.”

My cock finally stopped squirting, and then someone lifted my head upward, and I looked downward and the man with the knife was holding my nut in his hand. My stomach and chest was covered with my load, the essence of my manhood spurted out and wasted there while everyone had watched. My big nut was grayish white, with red blood on it, and it was the size of a hen’s egg. As I saw it I realized I was half done, half a man now and about to lose it all. As I watched he too grinned, and then he tossed it over next to Anton and one of the dogs gulped it down.

The master’s voice: “Yes. Nice. Very nice. OK…take the right ball now.”

The cutter shifted my scrotum in his fist, and then I felt the knife then, again, and with another searing stabbing pain the blade went deep into my scrotum and under the right nut that was still there. OH GOD IT HURT! I jerked my hips and pulled so hard on the ropes that the table shuddered. He was fishing for my ball with his knife!

“There. There it is. OK. Look at his expression! He sure doesn’t like getting nutted!”

“Here goes.....”

The pain increased a thousand times, and then I screamed into the rag and as I did I was aware that I was jerking so hard that my ass was literally riding that big wooden dowel, in and out. As I fucked my own ass and felt him digging out my last ball it was all too much, and then my cock spurted again.

“FUCK….he’s shooting again!”

“FUCK MAN! THAT BOY IS FERTILE!”

Then, suddenly it was over, and where the pain was it just disappeared. As it did, there was more laughter, and suddenly this feeling of emptiness just seemed to overwhelm me. I stopped struggling then, the reason to struggle having gone with my balls. There was no fight left in me and of course there was nothing left to fight for.

“WELL, HE’S NOT FERTILE ANYMORE!”

There was a ripple of laughter then, and it was done and I had been unmanned.

I stared with wide open eyes, and sank back, and they let go of my head and someone pulled the rag out of my mouth. There was nothing to say. I saw my last ball being held up in front of my face, and as I stared at it someone said: “Look at it boy….take a good look at it. It’s no longer between your legs and your bag is empty now.”

“GET ME THE IRON”

I felt another cut….a sharp sensation as the cutter moved his blade along the edge of the clamp and removed the loose skin that had once defined my scrotum, and then he followed it up with the hot cauterizing iron. There was another sharp jab of pain, and the smell of burning flesh, and then nothing after that. Someone laughed. I felt the cutter lift up my cock then, to show off his work, and that’s when I realized I had lost my erection, and my rod had been reduced to a limp noodle of a dick sometime while my balls were being stolen.

The master’s voice: “Neat job. Very neat. He’s totally smooth, and it’s a good cut. If you hadn’t seen him before, you wouldn’t even know he had ever had balls. Well done. WELL DONE! His big nuts were definitely no match for your knife.”

I looked downward, just in time to see my last nut being tossed to the dogs, and I heard them barking for it as if it was a treat. Someone laughed again, and my face went red with shame. I squeezed my eyes shut then, and tried to think of other thoughts and not dwell on what had been done to me.

A minute or so later I felt them untie me, lifting me off the table, and as they did the big rod in my rear popped out and I farted. I was limp, like a rag doll, and really incapable of moving on my own. They had taken my balls! I was a nothing at that point, and there didn’t seem to be any strength left in me.

As they pulled me off the table someone asked the master: “Who is going to work the house, now that Colton’s finished?”

The master’s voice then, loud and distinct: “I think Trayton can do the duties Colton had. My wife likes the red head, and he’s a hard worker and he’s been wanting Colton’s job since he was thirteen. What do you think Trayton? Do you want to get out of the fields, and spend your days working in my house and taking care of my family?”

As the master asked his question I was lowered to the ground then, right beside Anton, and I got a good look at his cock which was flopped upward, resting soft and small on his belly. Beneath it was a single angry red line, and other than that there was nothing left where his balls had been. His legs were still hairy, and there was a thick bush growing into his crack and above his cock. So, in some ways he had all the appearances still of a full grown man, but yet, his scrotum was simply missing. There, where it should have been, there now was nothing at all. My stomach turned, and I almost vomited. Anton’s expression was one of total defeat, his eyes open and uncaring and lifeless.

Of course, I glanced downward and my own groin was the same, and my cock looked odd laying there lifeless, the small patch of pubic hair now looking out of place above my unmanned dick. I was hairless elsewhere, and it occurred to me that with my balls gone I’d stay that way.

I looked away, ashamed, and then up at Trayton. He looked down at me and he was still grinning, his blue eyes eager and excited at the opportunities that were opening up for him. Even so, it was clear that he was still excited from watching my unmanning, and the stiffness in his pants still plainly visible, and I found myself staring there, at the front of his pants. You could see the outline of his teenage dick, and I was suddenly envious of it and of his small bag of stones which I knew he held there. He was more of a man now than I would ever be again, and he was going to get my job too! It just seemed so damn unfair!

Trayton turned to the master and said: “Yes sire….I would be honored to serve you and I’ll work hard and do a good job. You won’t be sorry! I promise!”

Then the master said: “Well…good. You’ll make a fine houseboy! And you’re right, I know I won’t be sorry. Of course, Colton taught me a few things, and I never want to be sorry again. So, while I accept your promises, I still need to make sure of it, so we’re going to have to get you on the table and get those stones of yours out of your bag. You won’t need them, and I’m not taking any more chances with fertile houseboys working near my daughter. I hope you’ll understand.”

Trayton’s big grinned disappeared in that instant, and his face went white. He opened his mouth to start to protest, but the master had already made a signal and things happened fast. There was some commotion and then I could see that they were reaching for him, and someone else was working the table and making the knots ready. Trayton struggled, fighting them but the teenager was no match for the two foremen that pulled him to the table. As they were doing that the master said: “Go easy with him! And remove that rod from the table first---he doesn’t need the lesson and I don’t want his ass violated. Do him quick and make it as easy on him as you can.”

Trayton was yelling, begging, promising to be good and then when that was getting him nowhere he begged to be allowed to work the fields instead. But the master’s mind was made up, and so before Trayton really knew what was happening he was tied out on the table top, his legs tied down and his arms stretched out above his head. I was too sore and it hurt too much to try and stand up to watch, but I was vaguely aware of his struggles and I could see his legs jerking hard against the ropes that held him fast.

“QUITE BOY. THIS WILL BE QUICK AND AFTERWARDS YOU’LL BE BETTER OFF FOR IT.”

“NO! PLEASE! NO!!!! DON’T TAKE MY BALLS”

Trayton never stopped jerking against the ropes, and when the cutter grabbed his scrotum the boy went wild, struggling even harder as he fought to keep what was in reality the master’s property. The truth was that as a slave the balls he carried between his legs were only his as long as the master wished him to carry them, and now things had changed and the master wanted the dogs to have them instead. It was a simple as that.

“HE DOESN’T HAVE MUCH HAIR? DO YOU THINK HE WILL SQUIRT? “

The master’s voice then: “Before you nut him, milk out his load. He deserves to enjoy his last wad so give him a chance before you steal his stones.”

“Milk him? Ok….but he’ll likely squirt anyway when he’s nutted.”

“No, milk him! I want him to shoot his wad before you steal his stones, not while your’re doing it. Let him have is last pleasure. Use the grease and milk him slow.”

“That’s it. Just take a fist full of the lube, and work his rod. There. Yes. Just like that.”

“Do you like that boy? Sure you do!”

“Boy, that’s quick. He’s getting really hard now.”

“Yes. I’d say he’s got five inches, and its rock hard. The grease does it every time. I’ve yet to see a boy who can resist getting hard when his cock is forced to fuck a greased up fist.”

I heard a slurp slurp slurp sound then, and it was obvious someone was stroking his cock, and soon enough Trayton started gasping from the attention his pole was getting. I could see him jerking the ropes that tied his legs down, and yet they continued to milk his rod up and down. You could hear them pumping his rod, squeezing it and pumping it with the tightness of a strong grip and a well-greased hand. The boy didn’t last three minutes, and then he grunted and I could see his legs twitch as he ejaculated.

ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

“He’s cumming!”

“He is?”

“Is that his wad?”

“Yeah. Not much. Just a few clear squirts. But he’s shooting and I guess that’s all he’s got.”

“OK. OK. Then that’s it. Get it done. Nice and quick now.”

They must have pushed in the knife just then, because the trussed out teenager was suddenly crying out in a shrill voice, begging, and his legs jerked hard and the table shook. I don’t think they ever gagged him because he screamed and begged the entire time they were cutting out his balls. Luckily for him it was over in just a few seconds. One minute he was a boy sprouting his way through puberty, and the next his trip into manhood was ended almost before it had begun.

He went limp when they took his nuts, and when they pulled him from the table I’m not sure he was even conscious. Still, overall, I think it went pretty fast and easy for him, and when I saw him the next day healing beside Anton and me it was clear they had left his scrotum, and only removed the stones that were inside of it. Still, he was castrated just the same, and his balls fell to the knife and were fed to the dogs just as mine and Anton’s had been.

Nine days later they came for Anton, and one of the foreman told him to go to the master’s house. I was lying there in my bed resting when this happened, and Anton stood up and asked why.

The foreman responded: “Why? What are you, stupid? You fucked Maria, that’s why! Now, you need to report to the master, and make yourself ready to be mounted like a whore!”

You should have seen his expression then!

I thought he would go, and it seemed that was his intention, but as it turned out Anton left the cabin, but he never went to the master’s house and instead he tried to run away. When they caught him the next afternoon they dragged him back and tied him up over a rail outside, in the same area where they had nutted us not so many days before. The master was furious that he had been disobeyed and we were all assembled so that we could witness the example. As we watched, they whipped him until his ass was stripped raw, and when they were doing that you could hear his shrieks and screams as the whip burned into his flesh and turned his ass into hamburger. After they were done with him, then they filled his hole with grease, and then all of the slaves with balls were told to mount him one after the other. I watched the other slaves do it, and by the time he had been fucked by the lot of us he had sperm running down his legs and out of his hole. When I saw him last the eunuch’s face was red with shame, and his hole was puffed out and inflamed and dripping with sperm. The next day they took him to the city to sell, and we were told that he was purchased by one of the brothel houses to serve the city as a whore.

After that I was so damn scared, and I knew that my own turn to receive the rest of my punishment would come soon. Sure enough, the very next day Trayton, serving in his new role as the master’s houseboy, came for me. He told me he had to put grease in my hole, and after seeing what had happened to Anton I dared not fight him or try to run away. What choice did I have? So, I pulled off my pants and allowed him to fill my rectum with the slick fluid. It was so humiliating! After it had been done, he instructed me to go to the master’s bedroom and I dared not do otherwise.

I sure did not want to be fucked! But my choices were non-existent really, and so I reported to the master as required and as soon as I did he called me to his bed. I was made to strip, and then he had me stand while he examined me.

He lifted my limp cock and traced his finger over the single red line that defined where I had once had a scrotum. There was nothing left where my big bullocks once hung, and he felt the emptiness there and smiled. Then, he turned me around and pushed me down onto his bed, so that my ass was up, high in the air, and my face was resting on his mattress. My eyes were filled with tears, and I started to beg him but he ordered me to keep quiet. Then, without any other words spoken to me he mounted me from behind and as I felt his big cock push past the ring of muscle that defined the entrance to my bowels, I grunted and then closed my eyes in shame.

I could feel his big bullocks slapping against my ass where my own balls had once been, and it was a terrible feeling and I could not help but remember his daughter and how I had been inside of her. I closed my eyes and remembered her pussy, and the wetness of it, as he fucked me like I had once fucked her. I could feel the hardness of his erection, driving his cock inside of me deep with an intensity that is hard to describe. He just took me, like an animal, and fucked me for his own pleasure without regard to my feelings. Somehow he reminded me of Anton, and the way he had fucked to satisfy himself. I was nothing to him, nothing at all, just a hole to fuck and so he fucked it. He worked his rod in and out of my hole, and I grunted with every thrust, until the feeling finally built for him and he squirted his seed into the depths of my soul.

He fucked me half a dozen times that night, and then one more time in the morning. A few hours later I was taken to the city and put on the auction block, the master’s sperm still dripping from my ass. I was made to bend over and to spread my legs, and to show everyone there my limp cock and the red scar that defined the line where my scrotum had been stolen. I had not been to the auction yards since I had been purchased. It was busy, the way it is I suppose when the slaves are many and the buying is swift. Off to the side there was a cutting area, and while I was being paraded around and put on display at least a dozen slaves were nutted. It was something to be a part of, and listening to them grunt and jerk while the crowd laughed at them was very distracting. Of course, my balls were already gone so I was not worried I might get put on a table. But hearing the slaves being castrated grunting and glancing over in their direction to see them struggle certainly kept the memory fresh and it was an intense feeling. It was apparent from the moment I was up for sale that I was in high demand, and I think there were close to thirty buyers that examined me.

My master had stipulated that if a brothel purchased me then they would get a 10% rebate back, so of course the brothels were very interested and that was clearly the master’s intention. He wanted me to pay for fucking his daughter by spending the rest of my life with my legs spread! Several potential purchasers made comments when they discovered the load dripping from my ass, and there was no doubt I had been violated and my hole was puckered red and had clearly been recently fucked. That made me undesirable for some, and tended to limit the potential buyers to the group my master wanted.

I think every brothel in the city was there, and each of them had to examine me. They were all very interested in the tightness of my ass, and I lost count of how many fingers penetrated my hole as they checked me out. It was all surreal. Then, just before the bidding started this one well dressed man came up to me, and he had many questions. He wanted to know all of the circumstances of my nutting, why it had been done and what my duties had been. I was pushed and prodded and my teeth and hands and ass were all checked out thoroughly. Finally, the man picked up my flaccid cock, and then he held it in his hand and stared into my eyes.

“Boy….does it still get hard?”

I was scared. Slowly I shook my head, and then I answered truthfully: “Not since they took my balls sir.”

The man spit into his fist, the one that was holding my cock, and then he began to rub the spittle into my flaccid dick, sliding the thumb of his hand over the head of it as he was doing that. He skinned it back, and worked the head, slowly stroking my pole as he looked at me.

Then he asked: “So….it doesn’t get hard? Are you sure there is no life in your pole?”

I started to answer, but my voice cracked like a pubescent teenager. I felt a stirring in my dick, and when I looked down it was thickening up from the stimulation he was giving it. Slowly, very slowly, it grew harder, and finally rose upward. He forced my boner out of my nutless dick, and it surprised me. The feeling was not the same, and it did not have the stiffness that I had been used to, but he did not stop until it was hard and only after I had a boner did he take his hand away. When he did my ball-less dick jutted upward!

He grinned. Then, turning to the vendor, he said: “He’ll do.”

The auction that followed was intense, and it turned out that I was a hot item and the bidding drove the prices high. In the end the last man that had wanted me prevailed, and so I avoided the whore houses after all and instead was purchased as a family servant, a job I was not altogether unfamiliar with. Considering Anton’s fate, I was not displeased.

It was a two day wagon ride to my new home, and during the journey with my new master he made clear my duties.

This is what he said to me: “Colton, you are to serve my house, and my family, and when I desire it then you will serve me. I expect you to tend the garden, and work in the kitchen helping prepare the meals. After dinner you will clear the table, and clean the dishes.”

Then he said: I have a wonderful daughter, and she is very important to me. She is nineteen, a little older than you, and she is a busy girl with many needs. You are to serve her in every way she wants you to, and I expect you to clean her room, do her laundry, draw her bath water and even to bathe her if she desires it. If she asks more of you, then you will do her bidding, and you will not disobey her for any reason or at any time. I suspect you may also have experiences and talents that she may wish to put to use, and if so I do not want to know about it. In short, do what she asks, and keep her happy.”

My heart started to pound. What was he saying?

Then he went on: “I also have a fourteen year old son who is just coming into puberty. One of your most important duties is to satisfy his needs whenever and whatever they are. Like my daughter, I want you to keep him happy, and do what he tells you. I do not believe he is acting out sexually as of yet, but I could be wrong, and in time he will no doubt discover his cock and what it is capable of. If he desires you, you will not resist him. The last thing I want is for him to be seeking out girls when he needs to be concentrating on his studies. In short, obey my children, as you obey me. Do you understand what I am saying?”

I nodded, although I wasn’t sure that I did.

He smiled at me. Then he said, his voice lowering, “Each month my wife denies me for a period of time, and there may be instances when I will seek my relief in your hole. If I call for you, then you will accommodate me if I desire it, and do your best to give me what I need.”

“Do you have any questions?”

I shook my head, and told him that I did not.

The next day we arrived at the ranch and I was introduced to the other slaves, as well as to the members of his family. When I was introduced to the boy on that first day I did not think much of it and I assumed the boy’s needs would not be too difficult. But on that thought I was wrong.

The boy’s name was Connor, and I soon learned he was a very needy boy. One of my first tasks was to give him a bath. I made the water, and got the tub ready, and then soon enough I was washing him. He was just a boy, but there was a wisp of black pubic hair above his prickle, and his cock was growing and his nuts had clearly started to enlarge. But as it turned out even at his young age he had strong desires and his needs were many, and he was always eager for me to pleasure him. When I was drying him off after giving him that first bath, I had been on my knees and was working the towel so as to dry the front of him. He had stopped me, and then looking at me like I was his personal servant, he had said: “I want to feel you suck my dick.”

I remember the shock of it, but he was serious and knew exactly what he wanted. So, in short order I learned to suck his young cock, and not much later to spread my legs and open my hole when he was in the mood to fuck. On most mornings he would have me suck his morning erection until he squirted, and then before he went to sleep I usually had to open my hole and allow him to mount it.

Just as I had been warned, the master too on occasion called me to his bedroom, and I would spread my legs wide and allow him to mount my hole and fuck me like a woman. He did not do this often, but when he did he would fuck me fast and deep and it was not a pleasant experience.

Other than being used by the boy and on occasion the master of the house, it was not altogether a bad life, and I lived well in my own cottage and had free reign of the house. The daughter was easy, and she left me alone and made few requests of me. I was very careful when in her quarters, and I was always polite and turned my head away from her if the situation demanded it. Then, about the second month I was there, the girl called me to her room, and then as I entered it she demanded to see where my balls had been. I begged her, but she insisted, and so I ended up pulling down my pants and letting her examine my scar.

Then, as she was tracing her fingers along the red line that was there under my cock, she said to me: “So…Colton…tell me. Does it get hard when you think about fucking?”

God! I told her the truth, that it was normally flaccid, but she wanted to find out herself, and before I knew what was happening she was playing with my dick as if it was a toy. I was standing, and she was down on her knees, and then without any warning she opened her mouth and swallowed my soft dick. I could feel her tongue rolling it around inside of her mouth, and almost immediately I grew hard and stiff and eager then, and yet it wasn’t the same and it wasn’t as hard as it used to get when I had my balls. But, when she sucked on my eunuch dick it grew stiff, and then when that happened she told me to fuck her with it. I tried to refuse, and told her the last time I fucked a master’s daughter it cost me my balls. But she only grinned, and reminded me that I no longer had balls to lose.

Of course, I figured they could always take my cock, and would, but that’s when she put it all in perspective.

She said this to me: “Colton, don’t you get it? My father bought you to take care of us, to keep my brother and I satisfied at home. Don’t be stupid. Without any doubt he knows you might fuck me. He knows. But unlike the last time you did it, now you have no balls, and so you will not impregnate me, because you have no seed with which to do it with. Father doesn’t care if I am with you, because you are a eunuch. He is much happier to give me a eunuch than to worry I will seek out a boy from town. He certainly doesn’t want me getting married until we are ready and the right man has been found, so he expects you to take care of me and keep me satisfied until the time is right.”

It all made sense. I was staring at her with my boner, and she pulled me to her then and for the second time in my life I felt my pole slide inside the depths of a woman. I fucked her, slowly and deep, with long powerful strokes that were primal. In a way though it was frustrating, because the pleasure was missing, and there was no intensity to it. There was no building of pleasure, no excitement peak, and no orgasm. So much was missing from what had been there that first time, and without my balls it was more of a chore than a feeling of a need to be satisfied. Still, I fucked her. But it was not the same. But the wetness of her pussy still felt good, and since I could fuck her continuously and I did not ejaculate there was nothing to end it for me. As it turned out I could fuck the girl until she came, and I could keep fucking her even after she did. I was her play toy, and I could drive her to orgasm again and again and again.

So, there are a few lessons to this story, and you can learn from it if you will. I paid a very high price for my very first pussy, and now it was all just a memory and that first fuck was not worth the loss of my balls. The truth is that I should have been shooting sperm into slave girls at sixteen, but instead it was I that was spreading my legs for the master of the house and swallowing a young man’s morning seed on a daily basis. I suppose I learned a lesson. I suppose. Still, while I might have deserved my castration, I miss my fat scrotum and the big nuts I used to heft and fondle while I jacked my rod and pleasured myself. Yeah, I once had huge balls, each the size of a hen’s egg, and I had been so damn proud of them. But in the end they had been stolen from me and I had been helpless to prevent it, and mine ended up as treats for the dogs.

The first lesson is to be very careful. It is not who you fuck that matters as much as who you have permission to fuck. The second lesson is to remember that it is much better to fuck a girl when you have your balls than to try and do it without them. And finally, the last and most important lesson is the one that should be the most obvious. No matter how strong you are, or how powerful you become, or how big your nuts are, no matter any of that, if you anger the wrong person you too may find that your own balls are no match for the knife.

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