New World Order: The Cruncher, 1 of 3

After the conquest, and the Empress’s subjugation of the country all males past the age of puberty were castrated and all schools were closed. When the situation stabilized and order was restored the Empress instituted a New World Order for all colonies. The closed schools were reopened as interment centers and all young boys were subsequently sent to these centers when they entered puberty. The gymnasium, the only structure still in use at the school, had been both the home and the prison for the boys for the last few years and would remain their home until their beards were as long as the width of their thumbs, at which time they would take their tests. Some of the older teens were almost ready, while some of the thirteen and fourteen year old boys would be there for several more years.

The tests, given every month, match the boys by weight against boys from a different detention center and consist of both physical and intelligence contests, and the losers are castrated and sent to work in the factories, mines, and fields. The winners are offered the chance to serve The Empress as soldiers, and none have ever rejected this offer, as the alternative to service is also castration. Those who do not perish at the hands of the enemy are allowed to mate.

The cloistered boys are allowed no contact with the outside world. The smart ones spend their time playing Chess, working out, or jogging to prepare for their tests. There are no classes held, only occasional motivational lectures. They have received enough home schooling by puberty to function in their destined roles, and the Empress believes that balls and education are a dangerous combination for a colonial.

They prepare their own food, do their own laundry, and sleep together on the wrestling mats that usually hang from the walls. They wear no bodily adornments and the have no personal possessions. They share combs, soap, and toothbrushes, and their tee shirts, shorts, jock straps, and sneakers are selected according to size from a common pool. They shower daily, of course, and once a week they are relieved of their sperm by a milking machine that has been brought in from a dairy; they huddle together in groups of four to allow the attachment of the vacuum cups, and then watch as their accumulations gush through the plastic hoses and into the stainless steel buckets, the contents of which are dumped. It is the only release they know, as masturbation and homosexuality are prohibited and transgressors receive the ultimate punishment.

The boys willingly accept the rough food, harsh discipline and Spartan accommodations, for they are not being held against their will and are free to leave at any time, although not with their balls. Freedom includes castration, so most stay even though they know that castration is inevitable for many of them anyway. Most of the boys realize that they are fortunate, in a way, to have been born when they were and not earlier, when the Empress’s soldiers brutally castrated all post-pubescent males by the quickest methods. These boys at least have a chance to remain intact, and castrations, unless doled out as punishment, are humanely done and relatively painless.

There are some opportunities available to boys who do elect to leave, and once they are rendered nutless they qualify for some education and a chance at a higher standard of living, so some of the weaker ones who know they can’t pass the tests select this option. Unfortunately, boys castrated before adulthood are also highly prized as whores and many of them fall prey to slavers.

“We have amongst us,” the director continued, “a masturbator!” He held up, as evidence, an old and tattered magazine adorned with nude women and blotchy stains.

The perpetrator, knowing he had been found out and aware of the punishment, broke ranks and darted towards the door, but was quickly apprehended by his classmates and escorted to the center of the gymnasium floor.

The ban against homosexual behavior was universal throughout the Empire, but the ban on masturbation was an edict issued by the Director. He didn’t have anything against a guy loping his pony, and he even engaged in the practice when his wife had the curse. He liked to keep the place clean though, and kids jerking off not only left a musky odor and unsightly stains, but also increased the laundry load. Some of the interment centers allowed it, usually in the showers, but he knew that would increase the usage of water and energy to heat the water, and both commodities were somewhat scarce. He had learned some time ago that weekly sessions with the milking machine would keep most adolescents’ urges under control, and he even went so far as to allow extra sessions from time to time. There were, of course, a few spontaneous nighttime emissions, but those he forgave. He believed that limited sexual activity was one of the reasons that his boys did better than most in the tests and he even withheld the milking machine during their last few weeks before testing, as he felt it made the contestants more aggressive. The physical part of the test was always conducted with the combatants naked, and the sight of an opponent with blue balls and an erection seemed to distract and intimidate. The loser, once castrated, was no longer considered as being the same sex and it was fitting and proper for the winner to have his way with him, and this was the first intercourse a young man would know. Nutless boy whores were available to soldiers in the Army, but access to female companionship was reserved for veterans.

The older boys had all witnessed the punishment that was about to be dealt out, but the younger boys, even though they had heard about it, had never seen it administered. They nervously joined their older companions on the pullout bleachers while the guards stripped the unfortunate boy and held him spread-eagled on the floor.

Most of the conspirators in homosexual acts were seventeen or eighteen, while most of the masturbators apprehended were like this fourteen-year-old boy, who probably didn’t fully grasp the significance of his infraction. He was only about a year into puberty, and although he still had the soft body hair and smooth cheeks of a boy he was impressively well endowed, with large, low hanging balls and a cock that was larger than most of the older boys’.

His low hanging balls abruptly sucked tight up against his abdomen when he saw the Director return with the Cruncher.

During, and right after the conquest, the Empire was faced with the immediate need to quickly and effectively neuter a large number of the population. Cutting, while quick and reliable when done in sterile conditions, had the side effect of causing a slow healing process and a high percentage of fatalities when administered in the field by untrained soldiers. Banding, as done to cattle, was not usable on humans unless they were restrained afterwards, and gangrene and infection were common if the banded bag was cut from the body. The Burdizzo clamp was difficult for untrained people to operate and had a high failure rate, leaving many intended geldees partially or completely functional. They were also expensive to acquire and difficult to manufacture. This led to the development of the Cruncher; a tool that both clamps the cords and crushes the stones, leaving no doubt that the operation is successful. It has two eccentric rollers about six inched wide that are connected at their ends by links. Two handles rotate these cams together, and there are also two plates attached to the cams that are come completely together when the handles are closed. Opening the handles wide allows the device to be fitted over the scrotum, and closing the handles pulls the balls away from the body, crimps the cords, and crushed the orbs, completely neutering the subject. They can be quickly fabricated from common materials and are easily used, and they leave the scrotal bag intact, reducing the chance of infection. It is a very effective way to castrate, but there is one drawback; pain. Even closing the handles quickly causes immense pain, and during the conquest many men forty and fifty years old died instantly of heart failure, causing the device to fall into disuse for all castrations except those doled out as punishment.

“I want all of you, particularly the younger boys, to pay close attention.” The Director intoned. “Listen to his screams, and imagine yourselves on the receiving end of this tool the next time you are tempted to stroke your cocks.”

He opened the tool, laid it on the boy’s groin, and reached through the open slot to feed the boy’s balls into the opening. “They’re huge.’ He thought after finally locating and capturing the elusive organs, which had tried in vain to re-enter the boy’s body cavity. He had performed this procedure many times and he always compared the size of the victim’s balls to his own as he grabbed them and pulled them away from the body and into the tool, and this boy had a pair to be proud of. The first time he saw the boy naked he suspected that there would be trouble. Adolescent boys are not usually modest when in the company of other naked boys, but this kid was positively flamboyant. He paraded around like he was the star of a porn film, and he wasn’t shy about letting his semi-erect cock slap up against the ass cheeks of his companions in the shower. The Director had done something slightly immoral in laying a trap for the kid by leaving the magazine where he would find it, but he didn’t feel bad about it as eventually this stud would press himself on another boy and that would result in punishment for the victim as well as the perpetrator. He bore the boy no ill will; He was just doing his job, and to ignore his responsibility would be dereliction of duty, and that could cost him his own balls.

The Director, having pulled the boy’s nuts through the slot, closed the handles enough to trap them, and then paused to survey his audience. As expected, most of the boys had tents in the front of their pants, and a couple would need to pull their shirts down later to hide the wet spots. The rest of the boys were squirming with discomfort. He would have to bring the milking machine in tonight, or there would surely be messes to clean up in the morning.

He had closed the handles only enough to keep the boy’s balls from escaping and even though there was not yet any pain he boy began screaming. The Director would have preferred to gag the boy, but the screams were a part of the scene that would stay in the other boys’ memories for a long time, and that was the whole point of the punishment. Years ago, when he used the Crunchers on captured soldiers or citizenry the Director would quickly slam the handles together and get it over with, but even though he wasn’t a sadist this experience needed to be drawn out to the maximum, so he very slowly closed the handles.

The Director had sliced or crunched the manhood from several hundred males in his career as a soldier and internment camp chief, and only a few of those had sported erections or spewed while being castrated, and this boy, like most of the others, pissed himself and shit, but didn’t get hard. The only erections and orgasms during a castration normally occur in those who witness the event, and all of the audience, with the exception of two young boys who had fainted, now had prominent boners and the Director was also feeling pressure in his own pants.

Testicles are comprised of tissue, not bone, and no sound is actually heard during their destruction except for the screams of their owner and a faint metallic click as the handles of the Cruncher meet. There is a sensation in the user’s hands, however, sort of like stepping on a grape, at the instant castration occurs, and having felt that crunch the Director opened the handles slightly to allow the ruined scrotum to slide through the rollers.

Had this been a sterilization procedure instead of punishment he would have made another eunuch inductee orally purge any remaining viable sperm from the boy’s plumbing, but that wasn’t acceptable here, so the boy’s final emission would join that of his classmates in the bucket of the milking machine.

“Dismissed”! The Director told the boys, after admonishing them to remember what they’d just witnessed. He then picked up the Cruncher and went into his office, wiped it off, oiled it, and put it away until it would be needed again.

The Director went home that night a tired but happy man. It had been a long day, with first the castration, and then an extra-long session with the milking machine, as many of the boys requested an extra milking. The guards were all nutness, and therefore immune from the pressures, but he and his assistant were anxious to get home and seek their own relief.

The newest Nutless Wonder, as he referred to all those whom he had Crunched, was sent away to heal, and not being particularly intelligent, would most likely be trained to entertain the troops.

A new boy, fresh into puberty, had arrived late in the afternoon, one that would have a profound effect on the future of the Empire.