Two guys find that crimes against nature are severely punished.
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Ken and I stood before the magistrate, a huge man with hard, black eyes, grinning widely as he looked at us. "I Find you guilty of crimes against nature. You will be banded. The sentence will be carried out tomorrow. We are adjourned." I had no idea what the guy was talking about, but I heard the sob from Ken and looked over at his white face with streaming tears and figured that we were in for something bad. The guards grabbed our arms and began to lead us back to the jail. No word were spoken. The only sound was the rattling of the chains on our shackles and the scuff of feet. I'd moved to this small community three months previously with my parents. With no friends, I had been overjoyed when Ken, a neighbor had offered his friendship. Both of us were seventeen. He was dark haired and I was blonde, both of us were about six feet tall, and, to be honest, both really good looking. I really enjoyed looking at him. He looked especially fine dressed in shorts with no shirt -- the summer sun accenting his muscular arms and legs, covered with that beautiful dark hair. The spray of hair across his chest did nothing to hide his beautiful build. As it happened, my looks were not as well concealed as I thought. To my horror, Ken asked me why I kept watching him. He asked if I was gay. Before I collapsed in tears, he admitted that he enjoyed looking too and complimented on my good build and my own growth of body hair -- more unusual on a blonde. We did some exploration and soon had moved from friends to being friends and lovers. This was wonderful. I loved him. Unfortunately, our pleasure in each other was also our downfall. The community was very conservative. We were caught as we were making love in a quiet little glade in the woods behind our housing development. The guy who caught us was a deputy sherrif and he arrested us immediately. And so we ended up in front of the magistrate. When we got back to the jail, the guards took us to a cell apart from the others. Our shackles were removed and we were made to strip. Our orange jailhouse jumpsuits were taken away. We were given a chance to use the toilet while the guards watched. I was really embarassed. Then each of us was made to lie down on one of the cots. Welded to each side of the rails at the head of the cots was a handcuff. After our wrists were shackled, a cuff was locked around each ankle and a chain from each anklecuff pulled tight to the lower corners of the bed and padlocked in place. The guards left us, naked spread-eagled on our backs, I asked Ken what was to happen to us. There were a few moments of silence. Finally, he responded. "We're going to be banded. We're going to be treated like farm animals." He started crying again and I was beginning to really be afraid. Finally, Ken got control of himself and explained that we were to be castrated. They would use a tool to stretch a very small, very strong rubber band over our nuts. The band would be released around the neck of the sac and would stop the blood to the nuts. After a while our nuts would be dead. By the time he finished explaining, we were both sobbing. We spent the whole night that way, alternating between sleep and bouts of crying and telling each other of our love. I was sleeping when the guards came the next morning. The clang of the door opening startled me awake and I jerked reflexively against the shackles, adding more bruises to my wrists and ankles. We were freed one at a time from the cots and allowed to use the toilet. I was so embarassed with the guards watching that I felt llike I was running a fever. It was especially bad since my morning hardon was standing tall and I had to push it down to piss. The guards made absolutely sure that was all I did. As each of us finished, our hands were cuffed behind our backs and the leg irons locked in place. We were then made to shuffle, nude except for the chains, down the hall to another room. Two tables, each about waist high, stood about ten feet apart. There were heave leather straps attached to the table tops and to the legs. I saw with horror that the room had windows in three of the walls and that there were already people crowded around to watch. I was pushed against one of the tables, bent over with my chest flat against the top. One if the straps was fastened across my lower back. The handcuffs were removed and my arms stretched along the far side of the table and strapped in place. My head hung over the side and I could actually look back under the table and see my own legs and groin. Finally, the legirons were removed and my legs spread very wide and strapped to the table legs. When I raised my head, I found myself looking into Ken's eyes as the guards finished strapping him to the table opposite mine. I wondered if I looked as scared as he did. Two of the guards stepped between the tables, making sure Ken and I could see as they forced tiny round bands down over the prongs of strange looking pliers. The handles were squeezed and the prongs stretched the bands open. Then the guards moved behind us. My head swung back and forth, first looking under the table across from me at the guard kneeling behind my lover, then looking back under my table as I felt a hand on my own sac, stretching it, pulling my balls down. I watched as the man pulled a bit of the sac through the band on the tool and then forced one of my balls through the ring. He then worked more of the sac through and, finally, the other ball. He spent a few moments making sure the band would be positioned right and then forced the band off one of the prongs with his thumb. I heard a gasp and looked over at Ken in time to see the man behind him twist the tool and remove it, leaving the tiny band tight around the neck of his scrotum. Then my head jerked back as I felt a snap and I saw the tool being removed from my own nuts. I had expected pain, but the bands going on didn't hurt at all. I kept thinking that this couldn't be happening. What was it like to be a gelding? What would happen to us? "The sentence has been carried out. You will remain strapped to the tables until the bands have had time to do the job. Also, the townfolk enjoy watching." The guards snickered and left. Within minutes, both of us were moaning and squirming in our bonds. Our nuts were screaming for nourishment. The pain in my lower back grew until I was screaming, tears streaming down my face. Ken was obviously suffering the same pain. I really don't know how long it was until our balls became numb. It felt like forever. Eventually, the guards returned. I felt nothing except a tug when my dead scrotum and nuts were cut away and Ken and I began our lives as eunuchs.