The Britt Device

The device vaguely resembles a common padlock, with a body that houses a battery, powerful spring, and electronics, and a hoop that contains the wire. The body is made from a light alloy and is shaped to encircle half of the wearer’s scrotum. The hoop is made from titanium and has a groove formed into its inner circumference that contains a very fine twisted wire with razor-sharp edges. This hoop is passed around the scrotum and then mated to the body housing. Once installed, the spring is wound tight, the end of the cutting wire is inserted in the tiny drum, and the trigger is set. It is activated by a radio signal that trips the trigger and allows the spring to retract the wire, severing the wearer’s scrotum. There are also built in safeguards that also trip the device if it is tampered with. They are extremely reliable and seldom fail to operate, and the accidental activation rate is a very acceptable four percent.

Like all devices of that era the real sophistication is in the control circuitry.

The device can include a GPS unit to limit the movements of the wearer and effectively imprison him without the use of cages and bars, or it can be activated on command from a nearby or remote location. Sensors in the device can detect the rhythms associated with copulation and can be programmed to either allow or prohibit this activity, and there were even units designed to also deliver powerful electric shocks to the genitals of youthful masturbators. This last function was not totally reliable and the creation of several hundred teenage eunuchs caused the device to fall from favor.

The Twin Otter, another relic of a past era, discharged the six manacled passengers and taxied to the far end of the remote lake, turned into the wind, and departed.

“Welcome, gentlemen, to Kelsey Lake, your new home for the next four months.” I told the handcuffed adolescents. “I will try to make your stay here as pleasant as I can, but like the warden on Cool Hand Luke said,’ It’s all up to you.’ My name is Sam Johnson and my father built this resort many years ago. I own it, the lake, and all of the property around here just the same as I now own you and it is mine use, misuse, or dispose of as I please. All I ask of you is to do your jobs and show me the respect that any slave owner deserves.”

“What the fuck do you mean ‘own us’? We’re not your fucking slaves!” A stout youth of sixteen challenged. “Get these fucking cuffs off of me and I’ll teach your scrawny ass a thing or two about respect!”

“Yeah!” Another kid chimed in. “And get these things off of our balls.”

I had read the rap sheets on all of the youths and had already identified the profane sixteen year old as the most likely to cause trouble, so without discussion I pushed his button on my transmitter, sending him to the ground writhing in pain. The Britt Devices that they wore also included a warning mode, which delivers a powerful shock to the wearer’s testicles.

“Those things around your balls will stay until the end of your term here, if you are lucky.” I told my suddenly attentive audience. “Each one is programmed to only shock twice. Look what happens when I push your button a third time.” I removed one of the scrotal rings from my pocket, placed a stout branch in the hole, and activated it. I held it high so they could all see the branch as it was slowly cut in half.

“They will also activate if you tamper with them or try to leave the area. The battery charge is good for a week, and they will activate automatically if the battery gets low, so you need to be sure to plug the charger into them every few days. I’ll show you how later. Now that I have your attention, let me explain the situation to you. This is a fishing lodge and the guests will start arriving in about a month. We need to get every thing cleaned up, the boats and docks need to be worked on, and lots of firewood needs to be cut. After the guests arrive you will be the domestic staff and will be responsible for keeping them comfortable and happy.”

The lodge had been losing money for several years, mostly due to high labor costs, and was in danger of closing when a judge who was there fishing offered a solution. He would fit runaway boys and juvenile delinquents with Britt Devices and send them to me to use as labor. The work experience and the submission to authority would do them good, he believed, and if anything happened to them it would just save the judicial system the cost of dealing with them later. Most of them managed to make it through the summer unharmed, but every year it seemed like one or two couldn’t conform and there was a distinct possibility that Joe White, the mouthy sixteen year old, would go home nutless.

I led them into the warmth of the bunkhouse and removed their handcuffs and leg manacles. I also told them that I had to enter a code into the transmitter mainframe every day or the devices would automatically activate, so it would be in their best interests to keep me alive and healthy. I then personally checked the fit of each of their rings to make sure they would not come off and were not fitted so tightly that they would cut off circulation. Sometimes they are fitted too tight or the boy’s growth during the summer causes them to tighten, and the only remedy available is to crush one of the testes to leave room for the other.

“Like I said earlier,” I told them, “I own you. I own your blood, your bones, your balls, and even your sperm. You will need my permission to piss, shit, eat, and even to masturbate. You and you.” I designated two of the boys. “Go help the cook with supper. The rest of you will start in on the docks.”

This is a difficult business to compete in and I manage by offering my guests everything that they desire. The daily rate I charge is all-inclusive and many of my guests have no interest at all in fishing and prefer to spend their four hundred dollars a day doing other things. Some of these kids may already have the skills required to satisfy the customers’ every desire, but the others will need to be taught these arts so I started in that evening.

“You two boys, come with me.” I ordered Joe White and a younger, thirteen year old boy. “The rest of you may use the bathroom as you please, and then go to bed. Do not masturbate.”

I led Joe and the other boy to one of the cabins and commanded them to strip down and get on the bed. I had built a fire in the stove earlier and the cabin was extremely warm, and they boys, naked as they were, both had a gleam of sweat on their smooth, young bodies. Joe, at sixteen, had the start of a beard and coarse hair adorned his thighs and was creeping up towards his navel. He would need to shave these areas before he would be presentable. The other boy had only a smoky shadow gracing his upper lip and his pubic bush was thin and wispy, but his genitals were already much larger than those of the older boy.

“Give him a blow job.” I ordered the younger boy, who looked at me as if confused or unsure about what to do. “Start by licking his balls, and then the bottom of his cock, but don’t put it in your mouth until he is hard, then you just sort of jerk him off with your lips. Suck his cock all the way into your mouth, and then let it slide almost all of the way back out, and move your tongue around the head of it. Don’t swallow or spit it out when he comes, hold it in your mouth and get used to the taste.”

Humans are sexual creatures who instinctively know how to mate, and all boys figure out how to masturbate unless another boys shows them how first, and most will eventually experiment with homosexuality, only to abandon it when society permits them normal relationships. They will not, however, willfully engage in forced sex in front of an adult and all of them require a shock at this point, so I pushed the boy’s button on my controller and spurred him into action. I was surprised that I had to do the same thing to Joe when it was his turn to reciprocate, as he had already received one shock.

“You have been here for less than a day and you have already used up all of your shocks.” I reminded the boy when he was finished “The next time I hit your button you will be nutless.”

I dismissed the younger boy and told him to go to bed, and introduced the sixteen year old to Louis. Louis has lived at the lodge for years, and unlike the rest of the guides and myself who leaves when the snow flies he stays and traps all winter. I believe he is wanted in several states, but I don’t care, as he is my best guide and also a close friend.

Louis looked at the smooth, naked body of the boy, smiled, and started to undress, so I left the room to give them their privacy. I have never seen Louis nude and I have no idea how well endowed he is, but even the thick walls could not muffle the boy’s screams as Louis buried himself up to the hilt in the virgin ass. I normally break the boys in on each other’s slender teenage cocks to avoid unnecessary pain or injury, but this kid had pissed me off and Louis welcomes the chance to dip into something tight instead of his ugly wife, who also lives at the lodge.

Three weeks later we were ready. The first batch of fishermen would be flying in the next day, the lodge looked real sharp and clean, my wife and the rest of the guides had joined us, and the boys were all properly conditioned to carry out their roles as waiters, busboys, and bedwarmers. The training had gone smoothly and now they could all give it without ejaculating prematurely and could take it without displaying the revulsion they felt. Louis had stretched each of them so they wouldn’t bleed on the customers and even Joe White was now docile.

I had gotten them bedded down for the night and was enjoying a drink with Louis and my wife when I activated the bunkroom intercom and heard Joe quietly addressing the others.

“I know how the system works.” He said. “The button thing he carries has to go through an amplifier and repeater before the signal gets to our nut rings. The repeater is located on the hill above the lodge, and I’m going to sneak up there tonight and fuck it up. Tomorrow morning at muster one of you guys who has a shock left has to do something to piss him off and make him hit your button. We’ll know then if the system is shut down, and if it is we’ll rush him and get the shit out of here.”

He was right about the system, except for a couple of details. If the system was sabotaged all of the devices would activate, and that would ruin our chance for a profitable summer. I looked at Louis and my wife, and they both nodded their assent so I pushed Joe’s button and went for the first-aid kit.

The scream that suddenly filled the night air had subsided to a moan by the time I got to the bunkhouse. Joe White’s bloody shorts were down around his knees and he sat dazed on the floor, still holding his severed scrotum while the other boys cowered in the corner, trying to hide their erections as they wondered who would be next.

A violent castration is a hideous wound, similar to what is seen on a battlefield. I am no doctor but I was a pretty fair corpsman during the war and I got the bleeding stopped and the wound dressed to the point that I was sure that he would survive the plane ride out the next day.

The rest of the summer passed uneventfully and each of the five boys took over two thousand dollars in tips and some new skills home with them, and I booked fifty repeat reservations for the next season.