While approaching a lake, they saw a boy and a girl playing in the water. Crouching in bushes and listening, with an understanding gained from intensive language training, they knew the two were brother and sister and had sneaked away from the tribe to play. The girl seemed about thirteen, the boy a bit older. Finally they had come across something to blow off their anger. The commander gave the hand signals to his men that they should grab the two children as quietly as possible. The troop made a semicircle and snatched them in a flash.

“Where are the drug fields?” one of the soldiers asked the boy. No answer. Then the girl. Neither was going to say a word.

“Tell us what we want to know or we will hurt you in ways so cruel that you can't begin to imagine them,” the soldier continued. Still nothing.

“Strip them naked,” the commander ordered. The siblings were crying in shame and fear. They had never seen each other naked before.

“Don't make me repeat the question, where are the drugs?”

Still nothing.

“You boy, you hardly have any hair around that little cock and balls. If you ever want to see them bigger, tell us what we need to know.”

Still nothing. One of the soldiers held the boy from behind and another massaged the kid's dick. It got hard even through the tears. They were trained in psych techniques and were going to use them on these siblings to get the information they needed. Two of the men immobilized the girl and two men took the kid to where his sister was bent over.

“Tell us what we want to know or you're going to fuck your own sister.”

Hearing this both children cried even harder, but the kid's dick was still hard. As tears did not answer the question, the men forced the boy to penetrate his very own sister's vagina. And they began to move him back and forth. The boy was doing his best not to cum. He didn't know why, but he did know it was wrong. But the sensation was too strong. After no more than a minute he felt his cock grow rock hard a then, despite all his effort, he shot a huge load into his sister's cunt.

“We can do worse than that, so tell us.”

“Eat my shit the boy answered!”

“No, eat mine first,” His sister yelled.

This was too much. The soldiers had to break these children's spirit. As if by telepathy, they acted together. They lay the girl face-up on the ground, with one of the soldiers pulling each limb. Rather than quartering her the said, “When you decide to tell us, we'll stop.” Harry had an enormous dick. Wide and long. He pulled off his pants and went on top of the girl. There was no KY in the jungle, and he didn't care. He shoved his massive dick into the crying child's cunny with all the force he had. A mixture of blood and semen made it easier for the next man to take his turn. But loyalty to her people and the kid wouldn't answer the question.

At his point, they know they were getting nowhere. The strongest of the soldiers grabbed the brother's ball in his massive fist and began to squeeze. Harder and harder. The boy vomited all over his tormentor. In a fit of rage the soldier used both hands to lift the boy off the ground, with a grip only on the kid's ball sac, and swung him around like an Olympic hammer thrower. With all his force the soldier squeezed and twisted the kid's nuts and, when the child had passed out from the pain, let him go flying into the forest.

“That boy-brat had his first and last fuck today. Forget about him and let's work the bitch-brat.” And this they did. But they got so involved in raping her ass and almost hairless pussy, they didn't notice the boy had regained consciousness and had run back to his tribe.

The tribe members, on seeing the boy with his destroyed manhood heard the story, they know what to do. The men grabbed their blow guns and sleep-inducing darts. Quickly they found the soldiers and in moments had them sedated on the ground. Each of the six was stripped and had his hands tied behind his back. The natives took a rope and made six slip knots. The chief grabbed the leader's balls and stretched the sac as far as he could and then put the first knot on the bottom of the man's tightly stretched ball bag. After all six were tied to same rope they were made to stand, connected by their balls, and begin walking. The natives amused themselves by making the men stumble.

In a little while, they arrived at the village and the women and children came to see what was happening.

“Punch, kick, pull, twist, use a stick, do what you want- but do it hard.” the chief ordered the children. Children are very obedient when they want to be and it was a girl, about eight, who ran up behind the last soldier, and using all her might she smashed his testicles with the rock she had. The man behind him saw what happened and did his best to prevent his own nuts from being pulled off by the falling man's weight. As the man behind him fell to the ground, so did the next, and the one in front of him and soon all were down.

Children can be vicious. One child went to the middle man, who couldn't move, and put one foot on his chest and grabbing the gonads slowly twisteing them. Turn by turn the man screamed. He had never felt so much pain. Then the pulling of the tightly-twisted testicles began and to the amazement of even himself, he spouted. Had he been able to think clearly, he would have been amazed that after raping and sodomizing the girl three time an hour ago he still could cum. And in thick spurts he did.

The other children saw this and wanted their own victims to do the same. A girl, of an age just beginning to grow hair on her pussy, took two flat sticks, tied the ends together, and ran to a different man. She thought that she could get the man to spurt even more if she treated his balls like lemons in a squeezer. She put the soldier's nads between the sticks and squeezed them. His scream frightened her and she drop her evil instrument. But as she gotten her reward she put the pair back between the flat sticks and began again. This time his screams didn't startle her. She squeezed harder and harder. The left one popped leaving all the force to its brother on the right, but in the seconds before it burst; the girl got her reward- pink from the blood the man spurted several times before he passed out- neutered by a child.

The game got boring so the children thought of a torture worse than the first. They cut the ropes binding the two new eunuchs moaning on the ground and had the four remaining ones stand.

“You are going to play a tug-of-war. One of us will stand thirty feet to the left, another thirty to the right. The group that reaches us first will be allowed to rest a few minutes before we renew the torture.”

What a sight! With their hands still behind their backs they could use but their balls to pull. It was beautiful to see. The four sacs were stretched to impossible lengths and still each pair tried to get to “goal line.” One finally won and all fell to ground. True to their word, the children went to the last man on the losing team and flipped him face down. They then took a rock and put his bruised balls on top of it. Six or seven immobilized him while two others grabbed medium-sized stones to smash his stones. The two children took turns. They were trying to see which could degender him first using the too-small stones. SMASH SMASH SMASH. The man begged and pleaded to end his gelding, but it was not to be. In a futile attempt to fertilize anything, from his dick flew gobs of goo. This excited the two so much that using their last ounce of force, they pounded the helpless balls- one turning to mush and then the next.

This left three men for them. They were taken into the forest and each placed between two about four feet apart. Their legs were tied to the bottoms of the trees and their arms secured to branches. Spread eagle, their dicks, balls, and ass holes were totally defenseless.

It was the women's turn. Each thinking of the man she hated the most, they attacked the men's most sensitive areas. Two had a plan. One went to front of the man and the other behind him.

“As long as you can keep your cum, you may keep that which makes you a man.”

Saying this one went in front one gently massaged his cock. The victim know that he had to control himself, and tried to think the least erotic thoughts he could. It was no contest- that duel of mind and body. He was able to stay only semi-hard while being rubbed, but the woman behind him slipped a well-greased finger up his ass and began rubbing his prostate. Her finger was able to do what her friends hand couldn't and before you could say the word “castrated” he was hard as a rock. While rubbing his prostate with one hand, she held the man's sac in the other.

“You liked my daughter's pussy, now try mine,” said the woman in front. In spite of herself, her cunt was dripping with excitement. She bent over and backed onto the man's rigid pole. As she wanted to prolong his suffering, she moved slowly back and forth reminding him that to use them was to lose them.

The man couldn't believe what was happening. One woman massaging his prostate and nuts, the other slowly fucking him, and he knew he mustn't cum and knew that he could not control himself forever. The feelings were intense. Ever part of his doomed reproductive apparatus was being stimulated. He tried to think of holding back his pee. He did his best- lasted almost ten minutes. Oh, how he fought the inevitable. But in the end, the finger in his end, the pussy around his cock, the gentle-kindly squeezing of his balls made him lose it- and them. The back woman felt the ejaculation in his urethra. She pressed it flat so nothing could leave and grabbed her nearby knife. Within an instant of releasing her grip on his cum canal, she sliced his balls off and let go. This made him push so hard he knocked the woman screwing him to the ground and wave after wave of hot scum shot out of his pee hole.

Now it was the winners' turn. A tribe lady wanted to see what was inside a man's sac. Her husband never let her touch his, so now was the chance. With a burning ember in one hand and a knife in the other she approached the victim.

“You only think you are naked now,” she mocked him. Then she knelt down and began to slowly remove the sac, being very careful not to disturb the doomed pair inside. In ten minutes of cutting with the knife and cauterizing the bleeding with the ember the nuts were hanging helplessly unclothed. She and her friend grabbed a ball apiece and alternated stretching them. Down and up. A bit further and back up, again and again. It was amazing. They managed to get the left ball to the level of his knee. And then his right one was there too. Back came the children begging to be allowed to use their sling shots. They tied his prick to his belly so he could see them shoot. Each had a pile of stones and all were masters of their instruments. A group of boys watching this pulled out their cocks and were masturbating as they watched the victim try to dodge the fast-flying that had only two adjacent targets. Each time one hit, the almost ex-man would groan. Soon other boys came and stood in front of him, but to the sides. Although they were safe from the assault, the man could see them jacking off. Just as on person yawing causes another to, through all the horrible pain he was suffering seeing these teens jerking off (and the younger ones imitating them, although they were to young to do anything but get hard) gave him a stiffy. One of the girls watching was amazed at seeing this and untied the man's cock. It was parallel to the ground and throbbing. Two younger children came behind him and began pulling his unprotected balls.

“My cousin, whom you sodomized, told you to eat shit. Now you can feel mine.”

In a move that would make an athlete proud, she whirled around and forced his cock up her greased shit hole.

“Wait for me to let you know, then pull with all your force,” she told the little girls twisting his balls. At this point he didn't know what was happening, but nature was literally his undoing, for as soon as she felt his dick explode in her bowels she yelled NOW and THEN tiny hands ripped off his balls. Without thinking why, the woman with the still-burning ember saved the man's life by burning closed his open arteries.

That left one man still a man. The ground under him was completely covered in his piss and shit. Everybody was, at this point a bit tired and this made his torture different. In mocking friendship, the people came to calm him. They gave him cup after cup of their beer. When he was slightly drunk, they asked him not to pee because it was already filthy under him. Although the man's bladder was full, in his stupor he held back. Quick as a flash, a lady ran forward with a length of cord and wrapped it tightly around his penis, base to a point just short of head. This had two effects: first, it made his cock stiff as a board as the blood trapped inside could not escape- second, it stopped the urine that his bulging bladder was trying to release. He tried to pee, but this caused him intense discomfort (I challenge the reader to stop his own own urine mid-flow and try to see how long he can take it.)

One boy asked his father why men had hair around their cocks and balls. The father told him that as the pathetic pee-filled-spread-eagled victim was soon not to be a man that he shouldn't have hair either. And so the boy, hardly higher than the man's straight-out dick, went up to the man and sweetly smiling grabbed a handful of hair and tried to rip it out. But he had taken too much. His father told him to take less and rather than rip, to slowly pull it off. Picture the man. He's naked, exposed, has his rock-hard dick tied shut with only the head out, and a kid is ripping off his pubic hair.

With most of it gone, the crowd notice the bladder bulging out, filled and filling with pee that could not come out. An old lady wanted a piece of the fun so she devised a way to make this pedophile rapist suffer even more. She pushed on the bulge above his cock making the man scream in pain as his already filled bladder was being subjected to still more pressure.

The sadism of these people had no limits. A woman took a three-inch-thick-round-ended pole and pushed it deep into his ass. To get away from the pain behind, he had to move forward. But when he moved forward, his bladder was pressed even harder making him go back into the pole. It was like watching a man dance- back and forth.

The people, getting tired, decided to leave him like that for the night to see if he could survive. Several of the girls, and a few of the boys, who had never been fucked saw their opportunity. There was a man with an unending hard-on who could become neither soft nor could he cum. Two teens, a boy and girl, cut his rope and lay him on the ground. Then, they spread-eagled him with other ropes and admired their work- dick pointing at the sky and full of pee. The boldest of the girls smeared grease over his pole, raised her skirt and facing away from him forced his penis up her canal. As she was facing his feet, her ass was above his bladder. And as she fucked him, she made sure to come down hard on it- again and again, and again. His moaning and pleading made her cum rather quickly and the next woman went on him the same way- but with a twist, she twisted and pulled, hard, his testes as she fucked him. It felt so good that she began to groan as she reached orgasm. She felt his balls contract and knew that he had had an orgasm as well, but of course, nothing could get out of that piss hole.

And so the clan, tired but happy, went to sleep around the man. Moaning loudly enough to wake somebody, was quickly silenced with a hard kick to the balls. From time to time one of the woman (and not a few men) would fuck themselves on his tightly-bound rod. Each time they did, he orgasmed, but the cum had no where to go and added to his suffering. By morning he had tried to cum several dozen times and was in pitiful shape.

The fields had to be tended to and fun could not last forever. As a final treat the chief made a hole in a deliberately dull knife and passing a rope to it tied it to the victim's wrist which in turn was positioned in such a way that the only thing he could only reach was his cock. Then the chief secured a metal plate to the bottom so that he knife could not just cut the pee canal. After placing the knife on top portion of the penis they watched what would happen. Franticly he began hacking off his own dick as fast as he dull knife would let him. Every time there was bleeding, it was cauterized. After an hour of cutting, passing out, cutting some more, his cock was attached only by a thread of tissue. With a final slice it fell off and the pee began to spurt out. Immediately, a hot iron was placed over the opening to seal it closed. Now his bladder was still over-full and his dick gone.

To finish the job, a rope was tied around his balls and tied to a nearby bent sapling tree. Just when he thought there was no more pain possible, the rope holding the sapling down was cut and it snapped up taking his balls and sac with it. Again a hot iron saved his life.

He was released and told to go and live if it were possible. As a last thought one of the men ordered that he be restrained in a bent-over position. This was easy to do as the child-fucker had virtually no strength. Every man in the village then fucked him in the ass. This repeated, extended sodomy lated over two hours. At the end his ass cheeks were spread wide and a red-hot poker sealed his anus to keep the tribe's cum in him.

The last anybody saw him, the man was staggering into the forest tearing at the stump that used to be his cock trying to finally release the days' of pee he had. Nobody bothered to find out if he lived or not and the feeling was equally divided as to which would serve justice better, his death of his living out his life with neither penis nor testicles and only nightmares of what had happened.