Hello Sailor!

I usually meet up with a few mates at either one of the two dance clubs we go to on a regular basis. I am well known in both and the guys there look out for me. Whilst I am twenty I look like an under-aged teenager but that’s another story. One Friday night there was a major car crash which put the power out on the strip where the Clubs were so they had no power. We had to find somewhere else to go, so a group of us went to a place known as the Bondage Bar where they hold the B&D Dance Club. We had been there before but it had all been done up since we were there last. I had been dancing and drinking and needed to go to the head for a piss. I found the rest room and had just finished letting a gallon of fluid go when I heard a couple of doors open behind me. Suddenly five guys jumped me from behind and grabbed me. One guy had me in a head lock and was pushing a penis gag into my mouth and attempting to do the straps up behind my head. Once they had the gag secured I was dragged out to another area via a different door to the rest room than I entered by. My eight hole Doc-Martin boots were removed followed by my pants and jock strap in one swift move. One of the guys grabbed my nuts and started squeezing as they pulled my sailor top off saying if I didn’t cooperate he would bust my balls there and then. Once naked I was then thrown onto a sling on my back. My legs were then secured up in the air via the chains holding the bottom end of the sling. A steel pole was fixed to my legs as well to prevent me from attempting to close my well spread legs that exposed my boy pussy. My arms were tied to the chains by my head and a couple of straps wrapped around my torso and the sling base itself, so all I could do was wiggle the sling all the time I had a ragging hard on. A black hood was then pushed over my head and it was then strapped to the sling, my sailors cap was put on my head over the hood as well. I was going nowhere but I wasn’t overly worried but I sort of knew I was going to get used by several guys.

The Bondage Bar had a public address system throughout the complex. It crackled into life and a guy with a sex voice announced that “the Sailor was in the sling”. Shortly after someone began to pluck the dozen or so lonely blond hairs I had that were around my hole the rest of my crotch and butt were silky smooth. Then some KY jelly was forced up my butt followed by the first of many big cocks to use and penetrate my being that night entered the cavern of love chute. As different guys took advantage of the boy pussy in the sling they would slap my butt and balls around as they got into it. Some would grab my nuts to hold themselves in preventing the sling from moving away as they got into pumping my boy pussy.

I had lost count of how many guys had been through me after an hour or so. My butt was getting sore from all the pounding it took and I felt bloated from all the cum that was floating around inside of me. As guys pulled out of me there was a popping sound made from their cum covered cocks as they broke the seal that had been formed by their cocks and my hole. Cum was also leaking out and flowing down my butt and I was lying in a bigger and bigger pool of it between me and the sling. I also lost any reference to time as I was constantly being used. It must have been tied to the sling for at least three hours or more when the play started getting rougher and rougher. I had cum several times during the play and I was covered not only in my spunk but also from the others that used me as they pulled out and slapped their cocks on my chest and hooded head to get the last of their sperm out of their cocks before stuffing their gratified tools back in their pants and the next person got going with me.

My own well spent cock now lay there lifeless over my tender abused and slightly swollen balls. It became obvious that the B&D Club guys had gone for the night and the guys in the leather scene from the front bar had moved in as I could hear the guys talking about their leathers and few talked openly about their slaves. There must have been a group of guys standing around me as they watched each other take turns with my well worn and lubricated butt. The talk turned to castration and why don’t we tie this boys balls up. Before anyone touched me my cock sprang back into life, it was like it had a mind of its own as I didn’t will it back into action. One of the guys said look this boy likes the idea of castration as his cock has betrayed him and stood up again showing his fascination with the subject. He’s is obviously excited about castration and torturing a guys balls. Before I knew my balls were grabbed and the guy’s fingers stretched the sack forcing my balls to the bottom of their sack. A thin leather strap was then wound around the neck of my scrotum and done up extremely tight. My body jumped as the strap was pulled tight and the knot slammed closed bitting into my scrotum trapping my balls in the bottom of their home and stopping the life giving supply they depended upon. Now as different guys used me they would either pound or squeezed my balls letting me know I was alive. After some time the knot holding the leather noose shut was undone and both ends were then wrenched even tighter and redone up.

My balls ached from this and all the play they had been given earlier in the night. As they continued to pound my butt, my balls would hit my pubic area and it was more than obvious that they were getting cold to touch and were going blue. Time move on and five guys had screwed me and the noose around the neck of my nuts was not touched till another person strapped a leather parachute harness around my cooled nuts. The parachute was then attached to a pulley above me and a two kilo weight hung from it pulling my balls further away from their anchor point. Again I was used by several others and once more my cock had fallen lifeless on my pubic bone. A guy with a sexy voice spoke up and ran his fingernail over the neck of my stretched nut sack and said we could castrate this one here and right now. Before I knew what was going on my prick sprang back to its full eight and a half inch thick length oozing pre-cum and bobbed around merrily. Several people said looks like he’s all excited about loosing his nuts, he must fantasize about it all the time which wasn’t far from the truth, and I did. With that something else was wrapped around the neck of my cold nut sack just above the tight leather noose. It must have been thin wire because I could feel them twisting the ends and I screamed into my penis gag as it bit in and further pinched the skin of my nut sack. They kept going twisting the ends and the wire started to cut into the tender skin in its grasp. The parachute was undone and my nuts came smashing down into my pubic bone with a slap and I grunted into my gag.

Just as that happened the largest cock I had ever taken was unceremoniously shove into my butt right up to the hilt as I could feel the roughness of the guy’s pubic hair scratching my butt as well as his balls slapping the back of my butt as well. Besides thinking my arse was going to tear open he took his time pumping away at me. It took him forever to reach an orgasm before he blew another of the many loads of cum up my butt. He collapsed over me and I couldn’t feel my balls as he was lying across them, regardless of what was happening there wasn’t anything I could do to save them. As he got up he put both hands around my trapped nuts and squeezed with all of his might and all I felt was a bit of tugging. My balls had given up their life but I wasn’t sure still hoping that they were ok, as again I had no idea how long my nuts had been with out their life giving flow nutrients.

The leader of this group came over and with a hot knife in his hand he lifted my balls up and sliced the blade between the wire and the leather tie around the neck of my ball bag separating it for ever from me. I could feel something going on but couldn’t tell what it was. However I got a whiff of burning skin and a slight stinging sensation just under my cock and tensed up as I wondered what was going on. All the guys in the room let out a huge round of applause as my nuts were lifted away from their home. The place more than erupted as the leather tie was undone and my huge balls were pulled from their sack. Both my balls landed on my cum laden chest one at a time with a splat. Each ball was picked up and one put into each of my hands and as I held on to them the guy said you’re now holding onto your balls mate, you’re now a eunuch! I didn’t know if to laugh or cry, whilst it had been a fantasy that I masturbated to many times. I wasn’t expecting it to come true and a little sad but at the same time I felt like I has achieved something as well. As all this was going through my confused mind I was mounted once again and received my first screwing as a eunuch.

After the guy deposited another load of spunk into me someone came over and attended to the wound where my balls and scrotum had once happily lived. The wire was taken off and some more skin trimmed away and the whole thing was stitched closed, who ever it was said once this heals boy it will look like you never had balls. With that he putted my butt and covered the area with a bandage. The place went quiet then but I had been left still shackled to the sling and going on where. It was sometime before someone came back into the room and commenced to untie me all the while I was still clutching onto my severed balls, one in each hand that I handed over as he untied me. Every limb and muscle in my body was aching and stiff. The fellow just said stay there and don’t fight me, just stay where you are and I will help you get up. As he untied my hands he moved to the side of my body and massaged my shoulders, his hands felt great and the massage helped to get the blood flowing more freely again. My muscles were screaming and hurt a lot to move. Once I got used to it he started on my legs and I found them more difficult to cope with and I began to cry into my gag, again he massaged my limbs. Fortunately the room was warm which helped a little. He then took the hood off my head and said don’t call out when I take the gag out, as I am not the one who did this to you. Once he got me up he took me to a shower area and cleaned me up some. He called a Doctor on his mobile phone before he got me into a warm shower which was really refreshing. I stood there as he washed me down and then dried me off and had me lay down on a bed in another room till the Doctor came. The Doctor soon arrived and removed the bandage under my cock and looked at the wound that was there. He said it look all fine with to him and put some antibiotic ointments on it and bandaged it again. I was given his card and told to go and see him in two days time and not to get the area wet again until I had seen him in his offices. The guy who helped me was the club owner. He told me his name was Dale and he let me stay there in the bed in his private quarters attached to the Bar. He also had collected my balls and put then into some preservative solution to keep them as a trophy, he said they were an amazing pair of testicles and that he wished he had had a set of balls that size.

When he came back after ensuring that the Club was all locked up and secure he asked how I felt about what had happened. I responded by telling him that I had always fantasised about being castrated as I beat myself off every day. I just never thought it would happen this soon in my life. I had tied my nuts up quiet often as I wanked and enjoyed it a lot and always enjoyed a bit of cock and ball toucher by my mates. So I am sad in one sense but gratified it had happened in another. I went on to say I have always liked being used as a boy toy and I guess now that’s all I can do; you know being a boy toy pussy for all who want to take my cherry. It became apparent that he was totally fascinated by me; he was running a finger over my lips and around my nose before he continued to run his fingers around my eyes and forehead. As I spoke about things he commented that he would love screw me. I said go for it, so he ended up giving me the second screwing since I became a eunuch. He threw my legs over my head which caused a bit of pain to shoot through me but it eased as he inserted his big dick in me and gently reach an orgasm pushing more man cum in me. We lay there for some time when Dale told me that he wanted me to live with him; I asked if he was sure as we hardly knew each other. He was most emphatic about it, so I didn’t argue with him. It just seemed that my life was changing so quickly in every area and my head was spinning. I was lucky in many respects as I lived alone since one of my mates had left town after he got a good job else where. The apartment I was in is a small dingy place as that’s all I could afford at this stage. Dale gave me a couple of sleeping pills the Doctor had left for him to give me. I must have slept for two days almost because Dale woke me to take me to his Doctor. The Doctor was happy with the way things were healing so he put more cream on and re-bandaged the area and told us to come back in just over a week and he would remove the stitches for us.

That week seemed to fly by and in that time I really warmed to Dale also so it was an easy decision to make to move in with him. I often work behind the bar on busy nights dressed in my sailors gear. Over time I was sure Dale knew who it was that orchestrated my castration but he never said much, however one night the playroom in the Club was closed to the general public. I noticed that a couple of people were taken to the playroom by some of the Club’s Bouncers. Nothing was said to the rest of the people working the Bar even thou the “Room Closed” sign stayed on the door. It was several hours later when Dale called me to his office and said follow me my lovely. I was taken the back way into the play room and when I entered there was two guys naked and secured on two separate slings just like I was the night my balls where harvested. Apparently these two guys had bragged about the fact that they had removed a pretty boys balls in the Club that night to someone Dale knew. As a consequence they were now going to loose their balls this night in similar fashion or be handed over to the authorities. They had the choice and chose to loose their balls seeing they already had a wrap-sheet that would sink them for many a year with the court system.

Two big burly guys with hoods entered the room, I didn’t recognise them. Dale just put his hand on my shoulder as a method of letting me know that I was ok. The two big blokes worked together and fasten a wire around the first guys nuts and twisted the ends but not too tight at this stage. They then repeated the process on the second guy and once they had done that they then went and stood by one of the subjects in the slings each. Each of the big guys then picked up a heavy round paddle each. The paddles would have been an inch and a half thick and about four or five inches in diameter. On Dales signal they each commenced to hit each of the guys in the slings in the balls by thick edges of the paddles. At first they were just tapping the batts against there subjects nuts. However as time went on they both increased speed and the intensity of each swat they were giving. Both guys in the slings were screaming for all they were worth as each hit rained down their voices got higher and higher. The din they made didn’t sound like any human sound or cry I had ever heard before. Sweat was pouring off the guys inflicting the pain so they slowed their pace but again increased the power of each hit. Then they would allow several moments so the guys thought their torment had finished before another paddle came slamming down into the extremely swollen baby makers. During all this I had been holding one of Dale’s hands and my grip was just about crushing the life out of Dale’s fingers. He gently moved his head and kissed me and quietly asked if he could have his hand back. It was only then that I realised I was just about strangling his hand, I felt a bit of a goose but Dale just kissed me again and patted my knee. Every now and again the paddles would rain down again on the defenceless balls that were hanging there. There wasn’t much screaming or sounds of any sort coming out now as the victims’ throats were red raw and had petered out altogether. Several more formidable strikes were hammered into the waiting testicles of the participants if you could call them that.

The attention then went back to the wire nooses around the perpetrators nuts. They then commenced to wind the ends further shut and used a pair of pliers. As they wound the ends tighter and tighter the guys in the slings mouths flew wide open like they were attempting to call out but nothing came out. The big guys then picked up a knife each and slowly started to saw through the skin protruding though the tight wire noose. As they did this the slings were vibrating as the guys trembled with the fear and pain of their baby makers being torn off them. It must have taken ten minutes or so as the guys cut through each of the sacks and the guys felt every bit of it. Cheers went up as their balls were lifted high in the air and away from their attachment. Their balls were pulled out of their sacks and drooped to the floor where they rolled towards us. Dale and I stood up and went to leave the room, as we went we both trod on two testicles each one from each of the guys squashing them and grinding the splattered mush into the floor as we went.

Many years have since passed and Dale and I are still together and we have opened many other Clubs during this time. My favourite dress is still my sailors gear. So when you come into a Club and see a youthful young cute guy with blond hair and blue eyes dressed in a sailor’s suite with a great butt behind don’t forget to greet me and say “Hello Sailor”! I promise I’ll give you a quick wink and a salute.