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Ayzintion City - Sights, Sounds, and Smells from the Slave Yards As a reminder, Ayzintion City is a place like no other place on earth. It is city where the slave traders come, and the slave buyers come, and the entire city with its ancient buildings and associated businesses are all linked to the trade. It is a place where the Eastern Province and the Southern Province converge, and sometimes the slave auctions will trade as many as a thousand boys in a single week. Ayzintion City has existed since the first maps were drawn, and while it is well known among those that deal in human flesh it is almost unheard of outside of that elite circle. The city is hidden in the mountains, and it is surrounded by water and deep ravines. Unless you know the way into the city, you would never be able to find it. The majority of all slave trading that is done has its roots to Ayzintion, and if you are interested in buying or selling or you need to find a boy to own it is there that you will be drawn. I love the slave yards, especially when they are busy and the geldings are going on. There is so much action that it is fun to just walk through it, taking in the sights, sounds, and smells of the place. It leaves you with a memory, that's for sure, and there is nothing quite like watching the auctions, and the slaves, as they are stretched out and made ready. Without doubt, there is nothing more entertaining that watching a man being gelded. It is quite a sight, and it is either something you like to watch or it is not. For me personally, there is nothing quite like it anywhere else in the world, and on the market days when the selling is in full swing and the slaves are being unmanned I do my best to get down to watch and see as much of it as I can. THE SIGHTS ARE SOMETHING TO SEE... The view of course is incredible. Each cutting yard is different, with some of the slavers nutting their charges over a rail, with their legs spread into the inverted "V" shape that opens their legs and leaves their balls dangling there waiting to be taken. Other cutters are busy with the tables, the slaves being gelded spread upon them, their arms and legs trussed out wide, tied to the corners of the table, and their nuts bound up tight in their sacks. I personally do not care how it is done. Over on the right there, in the corner of the big yard, you can see six teenagers about to be nutted. They are all over the rail, their legs pegged out and stretched apart, their arms tied at the wrists and the rope stretched out to another iron post in the ground. They are naked of course, and as they struggle you can see their balls hanging down, their scrotums filled with the essence of everything that makes them male. One by one the cutter goes down the row, noosing their sacs with a leather tie one after the other. Most of the group are around sixteen. Two of the boys look younger, with thinner prickles and a smaller patch of hair above them. In fact, the youngest of the group has only a few hairs above his prickle. He's barely into puberty, and his body looks like a boy's, except that his balls are man-sized and his prick has lengthened some. Right now he is stiff and hard and eager, and his little boner juts up and out from under his body, bouncing up and down as he struggles. I'm not sure of his age. Thirteen? It's just a guess, and I suppose he could be younger, but his prickle is typical for a young teen and his balls are growing so he's definitely into puberty. I like trying to guess their ages. I figure the one next to him to be fourteen, and the younger lad is at least a year behind him. The other four for certain are more mature, but are still growing lads, and the hair under their armpits is tight and thin. They are well into puberty, but still their upper legs are pretty much devoid of hair. Their smooth legs accentuate their youth, and as they struggle and swing their balls it is quite apparent that they know what is happening and are not happy with it. As I am watching, the one I guessed to be fourteen shudders as he is nutted, and he slams his head back just as his prick squirts his watery seed into the dirt beneath his pole. He's humping the air then, fucking it really, his nutless prick squirting out his last sperm as he experiences the pain of his castration. Next to him the youngest looking youth is watching it all happen and taking it in. He is staring at the slaver as he nuts the boy next to him, and as he watches I see his young thighs tense and every muscle in his body strains to pull himself free. He does not want to get nutted! But, soon enough it is time for him. Almost before you can see it, the slaver has moved down the row to the one who was watching, and then his smaller sac of balls too are being stretched out and the knife positioned below the tie. Time stands still for him, and he stares out then, out at the crowd that is staring back at him. He's cute as hell. I wink at him when he looks at me, and just as I do the cutter moves his hand and severs the boy's young scrotum with a single, quick pull of the knife. His sack is obviously a tender one, and the knife slides through his flesh like a hot blade goes through butter. The youth's eyes go wide as it is done, and he grunts, and then his body shudders like the previous boy and after that he too starts thrusting like a wild man. As I study him I am satisfied with my guess of thirteen for his age. As I ponder that though it occurs to me that he doesnt shoot any sperm when his balls are severed and I wonder if my guess is wrong. Of course, it really doesnt matter at this point, as now that he is nutless it doesnt matter how old he is or what he was or how far along in his development he had come. Without any question, his trip into manhood is over, and even if he was a man then he isn't any longer. I stay and watch the others nutted one after the other, each shaking as the knife robs them of their sac of stones. The rest of the boys are older and they each shoot a wad as it happens, almost as if they are desperate to fertilize something, even if it is only the dirt beneath their legs. In the end they are all collapsed over the rail, the deed done and their lives changed forever. I leave then, and turn the corner just in time to watch an auction in progress, the slaves grouped together and on the block one after the other. They are eunuchs, all of them, which is somewhat unusual in the city as most slaves are nutted after their purchase has been made and not before they are put to the block. These have already had it done, which draws my interest. There is a tall one on the platform now, with thin hairless legs and a dangling, dead prickle that hangs long and useless. The auctioneer professors the traits of him, making the boy on the block turn and bend and pose, showing his muscles and the strength of his body. I figure he's about seventeen. As he is turned to face the crowd the auctioneer lifts his long hanging prickle, showing the empty bag that lies flat, now marked with two red lines where his balls were taken. He's already well healed, and so the risk of infection is over and his price reflects the certainty of the purchase. There is a line of them, and they are all teenagers. They have all been recently gelded, and as they are made to spread their legs and to show their empty bags their faces are red from the humiliation of what has been done to them. The first two sell quickly, one to a woman and the other to a farmer with a son. The third boy on the block goes for a higher price, and as I watch his prickle being fondled by the auctioneer the look on the lads face is one of total shame. A brothel buys that boy, and his face goes white when he understands who has purchased him. A lad about fifteen is next on the block. The young eunuch is bent over, and made to spread his ass to show his hole. He has a beautiful set of teeth, and bright, blue eyes, and he's cute as hell. His price goes up when he is bent over, and as he exposes his hole the bidding intensifies. The youth has a tight hole, just a bud of an opening and his ring of muscle is closed shut, pressed closed as if to protect his bowels. I notice that his little hole is hairless, as are his legs. They are so smooth they almost appear to have been shaved. As I stare at him he looks young and innocent, a virgin boy with a tight ass. A fat man bids high, and it is obvious he is eager to bed the lad. The boy is scared, and starts to stand and to turn away, but the fat man calls for another look at his hole and so the youth is bent over once again and made to spread his cheeks of his ass. I see his pucker hole open then, when he is told to spread his cheeks even wider, and as I look at it I can see that the entrance to his bowels is small and innocent. I watch him, and it occurs to me that soon enough the young eunuch's hole will be spread even wider, and stuffed with a hard cock that will push and pull and thrust into the depths of his soul. I wonder how he will take it? As I look at the fat man and watch him bid on the youth, I figure that before the night is over there is a good chance that this boy's bowels will be filled with the fat man's seed, and I can easily imagine the white cream that will soon be dripping out of his rectum. I can see the temptation, and I contemplate bidding on him. Soon, there are only a few bidders left, and the fat man is obviously eager to own the boy. He's got money to spend, and as I watch him bid he licks his lips with an eagerness that is not lost on anyone. The boy is scared to death, and it's obvious he wants nothing of the fat man bidding on him. He knows the fat man wants to fuck him and the thought of it scares him to the core. As I stare at the eunuch and ponder his hole my own prick goes hard. The boy sees me, and the bulge in my pants, and his expression is something then between envy and hope. Envy for the balls I carry I guess, and hope perhaps that I might save him from the fat man and make his purchase instead. The boy looks at me, and starts to say something to me, but knowing his place, he stops himself. But I don't bid on him, and the boy's hopes are dashed when I look away from him. His face is one of fear then, and he backs away, as if he would escape if he wasnt secured in place. He can see where things are going, and as he realizes what is about to happen to him his eyes are wide with fear. Just then he is forced to bend over one more time, and to once again spread his cheeks and to show his ass. As he is doing this the auctioneer grabs his limp dick and lifts it to expose his empty bag. There is a woman watching, and when the boy sees her he squints his eyes closed in shame. There is nothing he can do but stand and hold his cheeks apart as the auctioneer pulls on his limp cock and points out his smooth body and his virgin, puckered hole. The bidding finally slows, and then its over. The fat man buys him after all, and is grinning then, and it is obvious that the young slave will be busy tonight satisfying his new owner. As the boy is taken away in chains, he looks scared and unhappy. I for one do not envy him. I move on down the square, to where the wooden tables are in use. I like watching the table geldings, and the slaves waiting to be gelded are all lined up, their arms tied behind them as they wait in line. There are several areas where it is taking place, and I pass up the first few until I find a table with a good seat. There, I watch the cutter sharpen his knife while several big eunuchs wrestle the next slave to the table, pulling him across the open space and dragging him up and into position. As I watch they shove a big wooden dowel into his ass, filling him, and then they place the peg into the slot in the table that is made to accommodate it. The peg forces the slave to jut his hips upward, pushing his cock and balls high in the air, and making them easily accessible to the cutter. After that the slave is frantic, and as I watch the man on the table lifts his hips higher, trying to lift himself off of the peg and to get it out of his ass. Of course, the ropes won't allow it, and as he struggles the look on his face is something between fear and frustration. The wooden dowel stuffed in his ass fills him, and as it does it confines his movements on the table. The cutter is a serious one, and he holds a straight face as he jerks the leather tie around the slave's balls with a single, quick pull. The slave I'm watching is probably eighteen or nineteen, and his dick is stiff and eager, almost as if it is anxious for his balls to be taken. He's got a large, proud cock, and as he enjoys his last boner I can see the end of it round and purple. The cutter lays the knife up against his big sac, and as I watch he just opens it with a careful pull of the knife. The edge is obviously razor sharp. As he cuts through the skin of the slave's scrotum, the slave bucks his hips, and his ass slides up and down on the pole he is impaled on. He rides the pole, fucking it, his eyes wide as he feels the start of his castration. Then he shudders, and his eyes go even wider. He grunts into his gag just about the time his left ball is pushed out through the slit in his sac, and then the boy shudders again, a spasm racking his entire body. As it happens his prick begins to squirt out what will certainly be his last load of jism, his cock shooting out lines of cream one after the other onto his belly. As the teenage slave spews out his cream the cutter snips off his exposed ball. The boy bucks and screams into his gag, which accomplishes nothing. Seconds later his sac has a second cut through it on the other side of his scrotum, and then his last ball is exposed and resting in the palm of the cutter's hand almost before you can see it happening. I am grinning, as is most of the crowd. Then, as I watch, the boy shudders one final time while his remaining ball is snipped off with the flick of the knife. His eyes go wide as it is done, and the look on his face is one of defeat and humiliation. Several men in the crowd laugh, and I join them. God it's fun to watch a gelding! They drag him from the table and pull the next slave, waiting for his turn, towards the table and his own unmanning. This one is younger, somewhere around fourteen or fifteen. He fights the entire way, having just watched the older boy in front of him being gelded, and yet no matter how hard he fights he is powerless to prevent what is done. They tie him down without any trouble, and spread his legs and secure them wide apart. Then he too has his sack noosed up, high and tight, his twin orbs waiting for the knife. He has short blond hair, and there is a wisp of a mustache over his upper lip. The boy had some pimples on is face, and his eyes are bright and eager looking. His prick is scared, and is thin and more of a boy's pole than that of a man. He's half-hard though, and I can see him staring at a woman in the stands that is watching him with an interest. The youth is looking at her, and her tits, and as I watch his prick thickens and stirs on his belly. It starts to grow harder, as if it needs the woman. I wonder if he has ever had a pussy? It doesnt matter of course at this point, and as the youth fights and struggles he gets the greased wooden rod inserted in his ass. Once it is in place and has been set into the table the boy starts thrusting up and down, trying to get loose and to get it out of his hole. Its a useless gesture of course, but it gives the appearance he is riding the pole and without doubt it is fucking him. Soon the wooden peg stimulates the boy's prostate and after that his cock rises into a full erection. The woman watching stares at his cock, and licks her lips as she watches it twitch and jerk with an eagerness that is apparent to everyone. The boy thrusts his hips desperately, struggling to somehow get loose and to prevent his unmanning. His cock bounces, stiff, jutting up out of his blond curls, and the end glistens with precum. I stay and watch him get nutted, one ball at a time, and through it all he struggles and fights like a crazed maniac. The woman watches and smiles, obviously eager to watch it be done. For a younger teen his body is hard and powerful. The teenager fights like its the end of the world, and as I stare at his hard body with his flat stomach I noticed that it is laced with horizontal lines of muscle. He looks at the woman one more time, and as he does he squirts out a load of cream just as his balls are taken. The woman's eyes go wide when he squirts, and then, as I watch him pumping out his load I notice that it is watery and thin, typically for a younger teen just entering the throes of puberty. Well, he's mature enough, and his load is powerful and he squirts with a vengeance. In the end though it doesnt matter, and soon enough for him it is over, and after that he too has an empty sac, his twin orbs in the bucket. As they untie him I look at the pool of semen he squirted out onto his stomach, and contemplate the waste of his seed. I notice his cock is already limp, and the nutless boy stares at the ground, his face red with shame. It is then that it occurs to me that the woman he had been looking at no longer holds any interest for him, or he for her for that matter. Her tits mean nothing to him now, and as a eunuch, he too is nothing in her eyes. THE SOUNDS FILL THE AIR... There is a bustle in the city when the castrations are being done that is difficult to describe. The market is loud, with the slave auctioneers barking out their sales and the slaves grunting and screaming and begging in every corner of the yard. Everywhere you can hear laughter, as slave after slave is separated from his balls. In some ways its a festival of sorts, and the crowd is large and excited. There is a lot of grunting too, and most men that arent gagged will scream loudly when the knife is being worked through the top of their scrotums. Of course, that too adds to the noise, and makes the place what it is. I enjoy the cutters that take their time, and it is fun to watch a slave struggling when his balls are slowly being sliced off. There is one younger cutter that I especially enjoy, and he always sets the knife at the top of a slave's sac and then just talks to him while he slowly takes his balls. I go to his area and when I arrive there is a boy on the table waiting for the knife, and I get close enough just in time to hear the exchange. The youth is probably fifteen or so, and his prickle is stiff and eager, the end of it exposed and purple, jutting up from its little nest of hair. The boy's sac of nuts have already been noosed, and the cutter holds them in his hand and pulls them outward, stretching the skin tight there and pulling his sac. As he does that he sets the knife right under the tie, and then, as I stare and watch, he slowly begins to draw it back and forth. The young slave screams into his gag and his eyes go wide with disbelief. As he struggles, the cutters says this to him: "Yeah....there you go boy....feel my knife. Feel the blade as I work it through your nuts. That's it....that's it.....go ahead and grunt it out....I'm unmanning you....yeah....I'm unmanning you. Feel the blade...that's it.....feel the blade and enjoy the experience." All the while he works the blade, and the boy screams and stares as he feels it happening. Finally, with a loud grunt the slave feels it as his nuts are freed from his body. He throws his head back just as the blade finishes slicing through his scrotum, and after that his sac of nuts is free, his entire scrotum now but a useless bag without an owner. The slave boy collapses then, and stares with open, glassed eyes, the empty feeling between his legs so overwhelming that for him there is nothing else in the world. Another sound I like is the sound that a sac of balls makes when the scrotum is thrown into the bucket. There is some weight to it, and as it hits the bucket is makes a splatting sound, and there is often some laughter from the crowd as the toss is made. Sometimes the next slave waiting for his turn will vomit then, or at least gag, and as they start to drag him to the table his wild struggles are always entertaining. You would think they would just go, resolved to their fate, and walk to the table like a man. But they don't. No, I've never seen a slave willingly walk to his own castration, and instead they each have to be dragged to the table, one after the other. With each one comes an intense struggle, and as they grunt and scream and beg it is almost like a song being played out one slave after another. I also enjoy watching the expression on a slave's face when he first spies the bucket, filled with the balls of all the slaves that have gone before him. Usually their look is one of disbelief, and when they see all of those nuts at that moment they usually realize that its really going to happen. I think the fear hits them then, and once they see the bucket filled with balls they usually can't look at anything else. Another sound I really like is the grunting noise a gagged slave makes when his balls are being severed. This can be a simple grunt for the ones that are taken with a single quick slice, or a more pronounced series of grunts that happen when the gelding is done slower and where the cuts are savored and made with care. Most slaves, especially the teenage ones, will also grunt and make a primal, guttural sound if they spurt their seed. I think perhaps it is knowing that it is their last time to do so that makes it so intense for them. I don't know, but I do know that most of the time they will grunt and grunt and grunt as they ejaculate, even if their nuts are being sliced off as they are doing so. There is a lot of noise around the rails. I think it is because so many are being done so quickly, and the crowd usually is at a fever pitch and there is lots of yelling and cheering as the balls are being tied. It intensifies a thousand fold as the knife is brought into use, and as the slaves are unmanned one after the other there is almost a roar in the square and it sticks in your memory. Occasionally some boy is milked before he is nutted, and while that isn't as common as it once was it still happens regularly. There is some demand for a young slave's cream, and a pot of it can fetch a good price. I've noticed that some of the female cutters like to milk all of the men they nut, almost as if it is to show them that she owns them in every way they can be owned. If the slave being nutted is a teenager, then the odds are higher than the cutter will pause to milk their seed before they are nutted. It is not that important in any case, and the result is the same regardless. But when it happens I enjoy the sounds that accompany it, and most slaves will grunt or gasp when they ejaculate, and then the grunting will turn into something else when the knife is brought into play. That's when they will scream into their gags as their eyes go wide with the intensity of their experience. The female cutters will usually laugh then, just as they move the knife and geld the slave who has been waiting for it. Up one of the side alleys I watch as a boy is milked. The lad is young, perhaps thirteen or so, and his prickle is thin and short. He's only got a four inch boner, and his smooth balls are small. Still, they are bigger than a younger boys, and from the few curls of pubic hair he's growing its obvious he's at least started sprouting his way into puberty. His owner is there, anxious, and as I look at him I do not envy the boy. The cutter waits patiently with the knife, the blade ready to empty the boy's bag as soon as he ejaculates. I'm not sure he can though, as he is very young, and appears to be confused by what is being done to him. A woman is doing the milking, which is more common than you would think. She's old enough to be his mother. If you are trying to pull the sperm out of a slave's balls a woman can get better results, and faster too. The boy stares at her and pulls against his restraints, as she works the skin over his boner up and down his little shaft. She is pinching the end of his cock between her thumb and two forefingers on every stroke, working the nerves there as she jerks on his pole. He starts to gasp, and then as I watch he yelps, a look of total surprise on his face as his little cock squirts out a wad. His entire body jerks, and his face stares in shock, the feeling of his orgasm surprising him with its intensity. I'm not certain, but I figure it may well be his first time. The woman milks him dry, and catches his cream in a ceramic bowl. As soon as he's pumped out his young load of cream, the cutter slices the boy's bag right up the middle, and then pushes hit two testicles out through the slit in a well-practiced motion. As this is done the boy yells out with a high pitched scream that is something primal, almost animal like in its intensity. He stares with wide eyes then, as his exposed nuts are pulled down and then snipped off with a flick of the knife. He can't believe what he is feeling! The youth shudders then one more time, and after that it is done and he collapses totally, the look on his face one of shock and shame and total defeat. Another subtle sound that sticks with you is the sounds associated with a slave's struggles. As they pull against the leather straps and try to close their legs, you can hear the leather creak and strain. If they hump their ass up and down sometimes the entire table will shake, and if they are struggling that hard sometimes everything will rattle. For the ones in chains they clank and rattle as they fight the feeling, and the clinking intensifies a thousand fold when the knife begins to do its work. Sometimes they make quite the din when the knife is being moved and starts to work its way through their sexual flesh. No matter how they are restrained, I always like to hear the straining from the struggles as their unmanning is being done. My favorite sounds though are from the crowd, and the laughter that occurs when a man is gelded. This laughter can get pretty intense, depending on the humiliation of the slave being castrated, and usually it starts when their faces turn red and the nuts are being noosed and made ready for their taking. I think what bothers them the most is that there are so many men and boys watching it be done to them, and there is nothing more shameful than to lose your balls while another, younger male, watches it being done to you. It's totally humiliating for the slave, and as they are unmanned and the crowd is laughing, you can see the shame in their eyes. THEN, THERE ARE THE SMELLS.... The final thing I think I enjoy in the cutting yards is the smell that seems to linger there. I can't really describe it, but it is always the same, and it is strong and permeating and is as much a part of the city as anything can be. Part of it comes from the sweat of the men being gelded, and it is especially intense when the day is hot and the sun is high. If there is no wind then the smell is even more concentrated, and it literally fills the market square from one end to the other. It comes from the slaves of course, and from their desperation and from what is being done to them. They all sweat as they struggle with an intensity that has no equal. In fact, their backs glisten with sweat, and they are bathed in it, and it permeates from their armpits and the air reeks of their body odor. There is another smell though that mixes with the sweat, and it is a smell that by itself might not be noticed. It's from the semen of the gelded slaves. Many of the slaves ejaculate as they are nutted, and as they spurt their loads into the dirt beneath their legs, or splash their cream out onto their bellies, there is an odor associated with doing so that has no equal. When it mixes with the sweat from their bodies it is a smell that has no equal and can never be forgotten. Take the boy there, over the rail. See how his back glistens? He's about seventeen I'd guess, and his armpits are black and matted with sweat. The droplets can be seen all across his back, and even the space between his thighs is wet and slick. Notice how his hole is ringed with hair? It too is wet, the sweat so intense that it goes right down his back and right into the crack of his ass. There! See the knife? As it is placed under the tie the boy goes crazy, bucking his hips and trying to swing his sweaty balls up and out of the way. Notice how wet the nape of his neck is. God he's sweating! He sure doesnt want to lose his balls! The cutter is holding them now, and they are wet with sweat, the stench of the slave apparent even from here. Ohhhhhhhhhhh, there he goes! See his cock shooting his sperm? The boy has quite a load, and as his spunk shoots out and into the dirt you can smell it, and there is nothing on earth that smells quite like a young man's load of spunk. There...he's grunting now, and the cutter is moving his fist and the knife is making the slice. Wow! Yeah! Look at the boy buck his hips now! He's sweating like a pig! He's got a big sack of balls, and it takes a several strokes of the knife before it is done. There....feel the breeze? Inhale deeply....can you smell the boy's semen now? Take another breath! There....there you go. Yeah...it's quite strong, and there is nothing quite like the smell of a fresh load of cream that has just been ejaculated out of a boy. This teen has ejaculated a big wad as he lost his balls, and even sitting here its a strong smell. To me, there is nothing quite like it in all the world. Look at the boy's puddle! Yeah, that's quite a load, and I love the way the smell of it mixes with the gelding's sweat and fills the air. Its the same everywhere you go. Its a mix of semen and sweat, and as more and more slaves struggle and shoot their wads and lose their balls the air grows thick with the stench. Some dislike it, but for me personally it is almost like perfume. I love to inhale deeply, my nostrils filled with the smell that cannot be forgotten. God I love it! As I work my way down the yard I catch another smell, and while it is not as common it reaches my nose and at first I just want to wretch. Its the stench of human feces, and it comes occasionally when a slave's fear is so great that he empties his bowels. Most men have more control than that, but still there are ones where what is happening to them is just too much to handle. The cowards will usually shit themselves, or empty their bladder into the dirt like a barnyard animal as they shake with fear. I can't say I enjoy watching a man piss himself or defecate, but I do enjoy the intensity of fear that can generate that kind of a response. Usually, that kind of fear is worth seeing, and when it happens I try and watch. So, I follow the smell, as I like to watch a coward getting nutted. When I turn the corner and see him however, the scene surprises me and I am drawn close by curiosity if nothing else. The man who has crapped himself is a big man, in his mid forties as best I can tell, and as I approach him I see that he still has his balls. The man is locked in a wooden stock, his arms up through two holes and his neck trapped within it. The big beam securing him is heavy, and it is locked down, so that he is held down securely. A wine cask has been rolled under his stomach, and it forces his ass to be thrust up high in the air. They have his two legs pegged out, his ass spread wide and exposing his big sac of nuts from behind. He is secured well, and faces the crowd, staring at the crowd in front of him as they stare back at him. He's a big, burley sort of a man, with powerful thighs and a big round barrel of a chest. But more than the man, it is the two boys next to him that grab my attention. They are two teenage boys, and as soon as I see them I can tell they are his. The older of the two is around fifteen, with long, jet black hair, and he is pegged out over a rail beside his father with his legs spread and his young sac of nuts hanging loose and free. His little brother is beside him, and he is even younger, just into puberty. He has a little dick that is thin as a rail, and while he's starting his push into manhood he's got a long way to go. His cock has the look that is characteristic of that time when a boy first begins to grow into a man. His body is smooth and there is only a wisp of hair above his prickle. The two boys are scared too, like their father, although their fear is different. The man is struggling, trying desperately to free himself from his restraints. He has powerful legs that are covered with hair, and I notice that he is balding on the top of his head. His legs and ass are striped with a multitude of horizontal lines of red, and some of the welts appear almost purple. He's obviously got himself into trouble with someone, and his ass has recently been whipped harshly. I notice that the man needs a shave too, and his face has several days of stubble, and it is apparent that he looks tired and has not bathed in quite some time. His neck looks chaffed, from the big block of wood, and it occurs to me that he probably has been wearing it for at least several days. I've seen these wooden blocks before, and they are called canques and are used in the city to secure the more dangerous prisoners. Canques are ancient devices, and can be made of iron or wood. His is made of wood, which is bulkier and heavier and is more difficult for the man who has to wear it. It's like a set of stocks. It is made of two pieces of dense wood that have cutouts to accommodate the prisoner's massive neck and wrists. With the two pieces clamped together his wrists stick up through the wooden boards just adjacent to the hole where his neck sticks through, so that his hands are held out helpless to his side. He can't even scratch his nose. His armpits are kept visible and it's easy to see the thick hair growing there that is black and wet with his sweat. Looking at it, it occurs to me that he must be a captured slave, or perhaps a criminal even. One thing is certain. He stinks, and is badly in need of a bath. The hair under his arms is thick and long, and there is a belly on him that is typical for a man his age. Everyone is laughing at the man who has shit himself. I have no idea who he is, but his age is unusual for the market and it does not appear that he has been put to the block and if there has been a buyer he is not apparent in the crowd. The one thing that is quite apparent though is that he is about to be gelded, and if he's not a slave then all other sorts of questions come to mind. To me he looks like a soldier, but he's a little on the old side so it is hard to be sure. Still, he is a powerful man, with powerful muscles, and his entire body commands attention. My interest now is peaked, especially with the two boys at his side. There are a couple of army guards nearby, which catches my attention and is unusual. The cutter too appears to be military, and that surprises me even more. They are all watching things, and so I make a few inquires. It turns out that the man is a military prisoner, and once I make that connection a lot of what I am seeing makes sense. I am told he is one of our own soldiers, who deserted our army years before, during the Baltic conflict in fact. He ran from his duties, leaving his unit unannounced one night, never to return. He ran away, and set up a new life just outside of the Eastern Province. Until recently he had been thought to be dead. Desertion of course is a serious crime, and it never goes unpunished. Never. After he deserted, he took a Slavic girl for his pleasure, living the easy life with her and hiding from his responsibilities. In the years since he has fathered the two boys that are tied beside him now. They are obviously the pride of his life, and they carry his seed and are his hope for the future. When I look at their father though I find I am angry. He's a deserter, plain and simple, and there is no sympathy for him from me, or from anyone else here for that matter. Even though many years have passed since he left his unit, the crime is no less serious. From what I know about the law he's lucky he isn't being put to the cross. But death for him would be too easy, and it wouldn't serve to send the message that can be made if he is kept alive. Instead, he will be nutted, and then enslaved in the army after it is done, so in the end he may wish he had died. Unfortunately for his sons, they too have to be gelded, although in a way they are innocent of anything except being born. Still, the action of their father is enough to doom them too. Unfortunately for them, they carry their father's linage, which for the deserter of course cannot be allowed to continue. Perhaps it's not fair for the boys, but then the ways of the city have worked for more than a century, and its not going to change now. His sons of course would carry his seed and continue his name if they were allowed to reproduce. Consequently, they will be castrated along with the father, adding to the depth of his punishment and insuring that there will be no future generation to continue the family legacy. While I feel for the boys, I have no sympathy for the man. While other men fought and died, he was living comfortably, hiding out from his responsibilities, and fucking his woman on a regular basis. The guards tell me that he was recognized by chance about a week ago, when a passing traveler ran into him at the market in his village. Once the army was notified, it only took a few days to go and get him. Upon capture he was whipped and placed into the canque, which still holds his neck and wrists, and then he was half marched, half dragged, back to the city and then here to his punishment. He arrived here about two days ago, and it didn't take the council long to sentence him. He had no excuses, and he did not deny his crime. As far as I am concerned he deserves what is being done to him. He doesnt want to be gelded, that much is quite apparent, and he fights his restraints hard. From his age, and the strong power of his body, it occurs to me that he could be a dangerous man. As I stare at his balls I realize they have had a life of fucking, so he knows what he is losing. His sac of balls is huge, and it hangs down between his legs and swings large, his twin bullocks fat and bulging. They are each bigger than a hen's egg, and the pair of nuts within his sac defines him. I think he has the biggest scrotum I've ever seen on a man. The man is powerful, and he is intimidating. That said, he's scared, and as I watch I can see that they have paused his nutting to clean up the mess he has made of himself. The army will not be kind to him. After he is gelded he will be keeping his legs spread, and in the years to come he will satisfy many an enlisted man. I wonder how many cocks he will take up his ass before he dies? He will never be freed, and will serve his fellow soldiers for the rest of his life, sucking them off and opening his hole as often as it is desired. No wonder he is scared! I learn from the crowd that he shit himself when they read his sentence and then placed the knife up against his balls to carry it out. As soon as he felt the sharp edge against his sex flesh it was too much for him. He is shaking now, and begging, the big man so scared his voice cracks with fear. He's a coward, and his face is white with the intensity of his fear, and I can see he's shaking as they clean his ass and wipe his balls. He is begging for mercy while they are doing it, and for his boys, and as he waits with them to be gelded he is crying out with desperation. Even so, his prick is fat, and it juts large and stiff, a proud hose of a cock and it bounces to his heartbeat. It occurs to me it is probably one of his last boners. They wash his balls thoroughly, and I can smell the lye soap on the rag as they clean the crack of his ass. He doesn't like it, but I know it is necessary. When a man being gelded messes himself the chance of infection is high. Nobody knows why that is so, but it is, and so they take the time to clean him so that he will live. They don't want him dead, and he needs to be seen to serve as an example. So, they wipe his ass and clean his balls, and everybody waits while it is done. Finally, they are ready again. Before things continue one of the guards picks up the whip again and stripes his ass a dozen times more. He's being punished for shitting himself and delaying his sentence from being carried out. He screams and grunts with each lash, and bucks his hips as he feels the sting. Finally, he's taken the dozen, and when it is done his ass looks even more ripped and raw. The crowd likes it, and as we watch the army cutter picks up his knife and grabs his balls. Then, the cutter takes his knife and carefully pushes the tip of the knife right up to the edge of the massive scrotum, the point of it resting directly above his right testicle. The father goes ballistic then, and he struggles so hard that the entire rack he is restrained in shakes and rattles. The knife is pushed deeper into his scrotum, and then with a downward, twisting pull his sac of balls is opened like a purse, the twin orbs inside quivering and suddenly exposed. As they are pushed out one after the other into the cutter's hand the man is screaming, the realization of what is being done to him now a reality and more than he can handle. The crowd laughs at the strong man and his fear, and they seem to relish his castration. He farts in a string of sounds and gas, and I pick up his smell all over again, and for a second I think he will shit himself one more time. His prick is hard in spite of his fear, and then as the cutter sets his knife behind the man's exposed balls he starts to ejaculate. There is a young urchin in the front row, a kid about twelve or thirteen, and the boy laughs at the man as he is being nutted. The deserter looks at the boy, and then his face goes red with the shame of what is being done to him. The cutter is in no hurry, and he works the knife slowly, all the while the big man pumps out his goo. The cutter seems to be squeezing his balls as he works his sac, and I can tell that the pain is intense and deep. Of course, that's the intention, and the cutter is good at making it hurt. The man squirts and grunts, and as I watch him waste his final load of seed I too find that I am grinning. He shoots for thirty seconds or so, shooting out his cream during his unmanning. Throughout it all he struggles and screams, the sweat covering his body. I smell the man's sweat, and his seed as he spurts it into the dirt, and as I watch him quiver and shake I am glad he's being unmanned. Somehow, for him, it just seems fitting. Soon enough the young boy watching is far more of a man than the deserter will ever be again. After the man has been done the cutter moves to the older of his sons. The man stares with a look of defeat, the ache between his own legs so great he can only moan and watch. His face is red with shame. His boy is begging, and he screams a shrill cry when the tie is made and his own balls are noosed. The cutter goes up behind the lad then, and hooks his knife below the tie. The boy's father jerks and struggles, his face angry now, trying to get himself free and to prevent what is about to happen any way that he can. He scream outs for mercy, and shakes his head wildly side to side. But no matter how hard he struggles the father can't do anything but watch and beg as his boys are unmanned. The cutter stares at the struggling father, and then, with a smile and a wink, he jerks his hand and the man's son is gelded in less than an instant. As it happens the father screams. The boy can't believe it, and his eyes go wide, and his stiff fifteen year old prick shoots out a wad of clear jism, the boy's load of teenage cream pumping with a vengeance. His eyes roll back in his head then, and he collapses onto the rail. The younger boy is next, and he knows it. He starts crying, begging for his father to save him from the knife. The man stares, and begs even louder then, now begging for mercy for his youngest son, who owns the last set of testicles that can carry his name. He continues to beg as the tie is made and the knife is set in place, and is still begging when the jerk is made and the boy's sack is taken. The young boy doesn't ejaculate, but he shakes his restraints and his hips pound up and down, the boy's young ball-less cock fucking the air as if it was a woman. After that the cutter tosses the brother's two sacks of balls into the bucket, on top of their fathers excised orbs, and after that it is done and legacy of the man is ended forever. The last smell from the market of course comes from the many restaurants that line the edges of the square. There are lots of fresh balls being roasted and fried, and the smell of it is heavenly. After a while your mouth starts to water, and eventually it draws you into one of the establishments. There really is nothing quite like a plate of fresh slave nuts, served up hot and spicy. I personally like the younger ones, as they are more tender and seemed to taste the best. The bigger sacs though have their advantage too, and you can certainly get more for your money if you ask for them. I can normally eat a half-dozen balls, and as I have that thought I stare at the wooden bucket that contains the three scrotums from the soldier's family. The father's balls are big, and as I stare at his empty bag it seems strange and flat. His scrotum was oh-so-full just a few minutes ago, and now it is empty and unimportant. The man's nuts are huge, and as I watch a couple of young boys carry the bucket of severed testicles off to one of the nearby eateries. It's filled to the top from the day's cuttings, and with the last three sets on top of the pile it is now extremely heavy. For some reason I follow it, and my mouth begins to water, and suddenly I know what I am going to have for dinner. [Authors note: © Copyright October, 2004. All rights reserved. Not to be copied without the consent of the author. If you liked the story, please write and tell me. Thanks. -Nathan |