The Fishing Trip

Story of how two boys are captured, tortured, and castrated by a 
gang of girls while on a fishing trip to an isolated mountain lake

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The Fishing Trip

Although it was still early morning, Jason and Tommy were both 
sweating as they stood on the pedals of their bicycles and pumped 
their way up the last steep hill.  It was Saturday morning, and 
they were on the fishing trip they had planned during school the 
previous week.  The dirt road was rutted in places, and was steep 
as it led up to the lake that was the boys’ favorite fishing spot.  

As they neared the top, Tommy said, “I hope there’s no one else 
here and we have the place all to ourselves.”  

Jason replied, “We probably will, most times folks don’t usually 
get up here until the afternoon.”  

Both boys were fourteen years old, were neighbors, and had been 
best friends nearly all their lives.  Now, as they topped the hill 
and coasted the short distance to the shore of the lake, they both 
saw the three vans parked by the water’s edge.  

Tommy said,  “Shit! - there are others already here; I just hope 
they aren’t out on the point.”  

He was referring to a long, wooded spit that projected far out from 
shore into the lake, and provided the very best fishing.  

“Listen”, said Jason, “Do you hear voices?”  

“Oh crap!” Tommy replied, “It sounds like a bunch of girls.”

They made their way along the lakeside trail that led to the point, 
and carefully crept through the dense foliage.  They paused at the 
last stand of bushes that separated the wooded area from the 
clearing of the point’s sandy beach, and carefully  parted the 
leaves.  

“Holy shit!”, whispered Tommy, “will you get a load of that?”  

On the beach were indeed girls, a lot of girls.  Most appeared to 
be older teenagers, but some were obviously as young as Tommy and 
Jason.  This was apparent because most of the girls were in one 
degree or another of undress.  Some had on skimpy bathing suits, 
others only shorts or bikini bottoms.  Still others were entirely 
nude and wading in the lake.  Both boys’ jaws dropped open as they 
watched one girl walk up to another who was lying on a blanket in 
the sand.  The girl who walked up had on a pair of shorts, while 
the girl on the blanket was completely naked.  They watched in rapt 
attention as the one girl began to pour tanning oil onto the girl 
on the blanket, and then began to massage it in.  

The boys’ eyes nearly bulged out of their heads as they watched.  
The oil dripped over the girl’s thighs, belly and breasts, and was 
slowly massaged into a glowing sheen by the other girl.  The girl 
on the blanket began to sensuously move under the other’s hands as 
her breast were kneaded, and she arched her back in pleasure as her 
nipples rose into stiff little peaks.  Then the oil was poured 
directly on her crotch  and the girl began to massage it in.  

“Jeez!” whispered Tommy, “I’m getting a hard-on!”  

“Me too” whispered Jason in reply, “and I’m not wasting a view like 
that.”  

Jason pulled down his pants and briefs and began to stroke his 
rapidly stiffening little boy-cock.  Tommy was not long in 
following his lead, and both soon became so engrossed in madly 
pumping their little penises that they didn’t hear the rustling in 
the bushes behind them.  Suddenly, rope nooses descended over both 
boys and at the same time, a loud female voice sounded behind them. 

“Well, well - what do we have here?” 

Both boys nearly jumped out of their skins in shocked surprise as 
many pairs of hand grabbed them from behind, while others quickly 
wound the ropes around and around them, pinning their arms to their 
sides.  It took only a moment or two, and both boys found 
themselves securely bound and helpless to resist as they were 
dragged and shoved out of the bushes and into the clearing.  All of 
the rest of the girls quickly gathered around them and began to 
giggle, laugh, and point as the now frightened boys were propelled 
forward, pants and shorts around their knees, and their still half-
erect little cocks bobbing and bouncing in front of them.  One of 
the older girls who had helped secure the boys now spoke. 

“You were right Susan, you did hear someone down by the vans.”  

The one named Susan held up a pair of binoculars and said, “I not 
only heard them, I saw them; I just wanted to be sure they were 
alone.”  

Both Tommy and Jason were blushing beet-red from head to toe, but 
before either could stammer out a single word, Susan suddenly 
grabbed hold of their balls. 

“Just shut up and do as you’re told, or I’ll crush these little 
jewels of yours.”  “Now, open your mouths - both of you.”  

At a warning squeeze, both boys popped open their mouth and the 
girls stuffed in each a pair of wadded up panties.  Then they used 
scarves to tie the panties securely in place.  The boys were now 
effectively gagged and could only make plaintive, muffled protests 
as they were dragged further into the clearing.

The older girl called Susan, who seemed to be the leader of the 
gang of girls, now turned to Tommy and Jason. 

 “You two little perverts were putting on quite a show for us back 
there.”  “I think it would be much more entertaining if we could 
all share in it, don’t you?’  

She turned to one of the still giggling younger girls who was 
straining for a better view and said, “Here’s the keys to my van; 
go down there and get me the black bag from the back.”  

When the girl returned, Susan took the bag and opened it.  From it, 
she took out a large pair of pliers with sharp, serrated jaws which 
she placed around the neck of Jason’s scrotum. 

“If you make one move that I don’t tell you to make, I’ll use 
these.”  

Jason’s knees almost buckled in terror as the cold steel encircled 
his tender ball sac; he felt absolutely no inclination to even 
think about disobeying anything Susan ordered.  She led him to one 
of the tall, smooth dead trees by the water’s edge and backed him 
up against it.  She again warned him not to move as two other girls 
began to remove the rope that pinned his arms.  His “freedom” was 
short-lived however, as his arms were then pulled behind the tree 
and his wrists were tied together.  As soon as the girls were 
satisfied that Jason was secured, Tommy also swiftly ended up 
similarly tied to a tree on Jason’s left.

With both of them secured, Susan ordered the girls to finish 
stripping the two frightened boys.  Their shoes, socks, trousers, 
and shorts were easily pulled off by the many willing hands.  But 
with their wrists tied behind the tree trunks, removing their 
shirts was another matter.  Susan reached into her bag and took out 
a long, slender-bladed knife which she used to cut the boy’s shirts 
off, leaving them completely naked and exposed to the laughs and 
jeers of the entire gang.  Both boys were now crying in fear and 
humiliation, but their sobs were muffled by the gags in their 
mouths.  Susan next directed that each boy’s ankles be pulled back 
around to the sides of the tree trunks and secured with the excess 
rope which dangled from their bound wrists.  Standing before them, 
Susan addressed the boys. 

“We don’t like being spied on, especially by such nasty little 
perverts as you.”  “But”, she continued, “we’re going to ‘fix’ 
things so you won’t be much interested in doing that in the 
future.”  

She opened one of the boy’s tackle box and took from it a couple of 
three-barbed treble hooks, a spool of heavy monofilament fishing 
line, and a screwdriver.  She directed one of the girls to make a 
small fire and when it was going, she placed the end of the 
screwdriver in it.  Then she turned back to the wide-eyed, fear 
stricken boys.  Although both boys had started puberty, neither was 
even close to full maturity.  Each had only a wisp of pubic hair 
over his uncircumcised, boy-sized (and now completely flaccid) 
penis.  

“So you like watching naked girls and masturbating, do you?”  she 
said.  

“Well, we’re going to accommodate you both counts, but somehow I 
doubt that you’re going to enjoy it too much.” 

Suddenly, she grasped Jason’s little fear-shrunken cock and roughly 
pulled back the loose foreskin to reveal the purplish-pink knob of 
his glans.  He tried to twist away, but the ropes held him nearly 
immobile.  Susan picked up one of the treble hooks and placed the 
rounded bottom end up against the glans, directly over the urethral 
slit, with the barbs facing out and forward.  Then she carefully 
eased the foreskin back over the glans and the treble hook, until 
all that was visible was the shaft and eye of the hook protruding 
from the puckered end of the foreskin.  

Susan laughed, “You know, you’ll be okay as long as you don’t get 
an erection.”  

“But”, she continued, “if you do get one, it will push those barbs 
right into you.”  

At this point, Jason was so afraid and humiliated that an erection 
was the last thing on his mind.  Susan now moved over to Tommy and 
performed the same procedure on him; when she was done, the 
outlines of the triple barbs made clearly visible bulges under both 
boys’ foreskins.  Now she motioned over three of the girls who had 
been wading in the nude and said, 

“Since these boys obviously love to watch naked girls so much, why 
don’t you put on a little ‘show’ just for them?”  

The three girls laughed, and then began a mini-orgy of mutual 
fondling, massaging, and licking.  After only a few moments, in 
spite of everything either boy could do to prevent it, they felt 
their cocks start to stiffen.  As  their penises slowly grew 
longer, the heads pushed out against the hooks and the points began 
to bite into their foreskins.  Helpless to prevent it, they twisted 
and writhed in pain as the girls laughed and taunted them with a 
constant display of young breasts, behinds, and pussy.  Blood began 
to drip from the openings of the boys’ erecting penises, and if 
they had not been gagged, their screams would have been echoing 
across the lake.

After the boys had been erect for a few minutes, Susan told the 
girls to cease their show and allowed the boys time for their 
bleeding penises to go limp again.  Then, she used lengths of the 
monofilament fishing line to tie-off each boys’ scrotum.  She tied 
them off high up on the “necks” of the soft, velvety-skinned little 
hairless sacs, making multiple wraps and pulling the ends as 
tightly as she could.  As the knots were mercilessly jerked tight, 
both boys struggled and twisted in pain, but they were helpless to 
prevent what Susan was doing.  When she was finished, Susan stood 
back to admire her handiwork and to afford all the girls a better 
view.  By now, both boys’ ball sacs were already starting to darken.

Susan next squirted some tanning oil on the hands of one of the 
girls and directed her to begin masturbating Jason.  Even through 
the pain inflicted by the barbs embedded under his foreskin, he 
could feel the effect her warm, oil-slick fingers was having on his 
again swiftly erecting penis, and he 
knew he would eventually ejaculate.  As he drew ever closer to the 
edge, Susan watched him closely.  Then, as he began the series of 
involuntary pelvic thrusts that signal the impending male orgasm, 
she grasped his tied-off ball sac and stretched it down and out 
from him.  As the first spurt of mixed blood and thin boy-semen 
squirted from Jason’s tortured penis, Susan began to slowly and 
deliberately slice off his ball sac.  He began to twist and writhe 
in agony, but his penis continued to spurt bloody droplets onto the 
dirt below.  

Then it was over and Susan held up Jason’s little severed scrotum 
and testicles so all the girls could see.  They cheered, whistled, 
and clapped their hands, and Susan dropped her trophy into the 
dirt. She took the screwdriver from the fire and applied the 
glowing tip to the still tied-off stump of Jason’s scrotum.  He 
began screaming anew behind his gag.  There was a sizzling noise as 
the raw flesh crisped and small wisps of steam arose where she 
cauterized him.  Jason’s eyes rolled up and he fainted.  Putting 
the screwdriver back into the fire, Susan turned to Tommy.  

“It’s your turn now”, she said.  

She applied more oil to the girls’ fingers, who then began to 
masturbate Tommy’s painful, still bleeding penis.  Like Jason, in 
spite of everything he could do, Tommy felt his penis stiffen anew 
and the hook barbs bit even further into his already pierced 
foreskin.  
Also like Jason, Tommy felt the beginnings of his impending 
ejaculation.  By this time, Jason had regained semi-consciousness, 
but it was only to have to witness as Tommy approached his own 
castration.  In pain and shock, he could only watch helplessly as 
his friend began to ejaculate.  Susan stretched his scrotum down, 
and her knife began its remorseless, cruel work.  In a few moments 
Tommy’s dripping little ball sac was also held up for all to see 
and mock before it joined Jason’s in the dirt at their feet.  Tommy 
was then cauterized, and both boys were brought around fully with 
dashes of cold lake water.

By now, the rest of the girls had packed up their things as well as 
all of the boys’ clothing.  Then the boys were cut loose from the 
trees, but their wrists were retied behind their backs.  Susan told 
them they would have to walk naked back to wherever it was they 
lived.  That would ensure plenty of time for the girls to be long 
gone from the vicinity.  Since the girls were not locals and were 
from a city in another state, it was highly unlikely they would 
ever be found by authorities.  

As she got in her van, Susan told the boys, “It looks like you two 
will have to be circumcised after all; that’s the only way they’re 
ever going to get those hooks out.”  

Then she added, “Oh - by the way, we left you your fishing stuff.”  

“If you’re still interested, and if you manage to get loose, you 
could always use your balls for bait.”  

“Who knows, you just might catch something - besides a cold that 
is.”  

She and the other girls just laughed as they drove off.  Still 
gagged and naked, the two new eunuch-boys began their long and 
painful walk home.  Both realized that it would be impossible for 
them to reach their homes without encountering someone, something 
they both hoped for and dreaded.  As much as they wanted and needed 
help, both were acutely aware that their tortured and hook-pierced 
penises, and their plainly visible castrations would be 
humiliatingly apparent to anyone they encountered.  Silently and 
fervently, both hoped the first person they met would not be a 
female,  or anyone that they knew.  

But, luck was not exactly running in the boys’ favor that day.  Two 
hours after they started their trek, an approaching car slammed on 
its brakes at the sight of two naked, gagged, and partially bound 
boys staggering along the roadside.  Three middle aged women got 
out and at first just stared in shocked amazement at the boys’ 
bloody penises and the raw-looking wounds where their scrotums once 
were.  Then, they hurried over to the exhausted boys, took off 
their gags, and began to untie their wrists.  

They managed to free the boys from their ropes and got them into 
the back seat of the car.  By now Tommy and Jason were both crying 
again, as much from renewed humiliation as pain.  The car made a U-
turn, sped back to town, and drove to the small local medical 
clinic.  There, the women ran in and explained the situation to the 
nurse at the front desk.  They all rushed back out to the car and 
got the boys onto stretchers and wheeled them back into the 
clinic.  Finally, both boys were taken to a treatment room where 
they explained to the nurses what had happened to them.  Their 
parents and the local sheriff were called and they arrived at the 
clinic shortly after.  

As the boys’ luck would have it, the attending physician that day 
was yet another woman.  She had just completed her examinations of 
the embarrassed boys when their parents and the sheriff arrived. 
She met with them in another room and explained the situation.  She 
said that she would have to perform immediate circumcisions on both 
boys in order to remove the multiple barbed hooks that were 
hopelessly embedded beneath their foreskins.  

She said there was nothing she could do about their missing 
scrotums and testicles, but except for a bit of minor wound 
cleanup, there should be no problems with healing.  Because there 
was not enough scrotal skin left to make even a small sac for 
either boy, artificial silicone testicles would not be possible to 
restore them to somewhat normal appearance.  She said that both 
boys would also require regular male hormone replacement later on 
if they wanted to lead “normal” lives.  Sadly, she also informed 
the parents that there was nothing she or anyone else could do 
about the fact that the boys were now permanently sterile, and 
would never be able to father any children.

EPILOGUE

In such a small town, it soon became common knowledge what had 
happened to Jason and Tommy.  They oftentimes found themselves the 
subject of unwelcome curiosity, and sometimes the butt of cruel 
jokes.  Everyday occurrences also frequently reminded them of their 
unique “condition”.  It was bad enough when they had to shower 
after gym class and were teased by the other boys about their 
obvious lack of male parts.  But when groups of girls whispered, 
pointed, and giggled among themselves when either boy walked by, it 
was especially humiliating.  

It also turned out that the gang of girls who castrated the two 
boys had been right in that the authorities never did succeed in 
finding them.