This is a true story of how I was castrated this summer.
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This is a true story about what happened to me this summer. Its been a few months now, but Im still in shock. I dont think Ill ever be the same again. I had heard about the clothing optional beach about a year ago. Like most kids my age, I wanted to check it out. I went the first time in early May. I pretty much just sneaked around in the bushes and looked down at the people on the beach. A lot of the people were gross and there were a lot of older, saggy fat people. Not very many females, especially my age. I did see some pretty hot ladies every once in awhile, but they were usually with a guy and they usually got pissed when they saw me in the bushes. I saw a lot of guys walking down the beach to the left side and I finally decided to go down and check it out. There werent any bushes down there and I had to walk out in the open. It took me a little while but I figured out that this was the place where gay guys go. I felt weird and nervous because I had to walk down the beach out in the open and I could feel that everyone was staring at me. I tried not to stare back but I saw some of the best looking guys Ive ever seen and all of them were naked. When I walked by this one guy who looked like he was 21 or so, he stood up and had an enormous erection with a metal ring in the tip and he just stood there with his arms crossed and smiled at me. I got a hard on but I was too scared and I just kept walking. I went to the beach two more times before I got the guts up to try taking my clothes off. The first time, I took my shirt off and tried to lay on my blanket and get the balls to take my shorts off. I had a total hard on and I was scared. Finally, no one was close by so I took my shorts off and just sat there. My penis got hard again so I had to sit with my legs closed and try to look like I was looking out at the water. People would walk by and I could tell that they were checking out my boner. The second time, I got to where I lay down on my towel for short periods before Id get another erection. I was starting to be able to detect which guys were gay and it felt good to know that most of them were checking me out. As the summer went on, I went to the beach at least once a week. I got more and more comfortable with being naked in public. I even got to where I liked to position myself where I knew someone would be checking me out. I especially liked to go down to the gay section and hang out off to the side where I could watch. One time, it was getting late in the afternoon and I watched two guys give each other blowjobs. This really turned me on made me face the reality that I wanted to try making out with a guy. The rest of the summer, I tried to position myself close to any good looking guy who was by himself. A couple of times, I thought that I was finally going to get lucky. This one time, this young guy who still had a foreskin came a laid out his towel pretty close to me and then tried to make it look like he wasnt watching me. I could tell he was sneaking peeks at me and he was getting semi hard which was really cool because the tip of his penis would start to stick out through his skin. But I kind of panicked and picked up and left before things could go any further. Then in August, I had to start football practice (my senior year) and I was running out of time to come to the beach. My dad had been bugging me about why a 17 year old kid was running around alone all the time and I was afraid he would figure out what I was doing. I went to the beach after a practice on a Tuesday, not knowing that this would be the worst mistake in my life. I came down the trail to the middle section of the beach and started to walk up towards the gay section. Then I saw this really cute guy sitting by himself in the shade by a bush. He looked about my age but he had darker skin and looked hispanic. He had his shirt off but was wearing pants which I hoped he would be taking off. He had beautiful muscles and looked like he was trying to grow a mustache but couldnt quite yet. I tried to act like I hadnt seen him and walked a little past him. Then I laid out my towel and stuff. I had a way of putting on the sunscreen which I thought was kind of a tease, especially to gay guys. First, I rubbed sunscreen on my face, then I worked down my body. I rubbed the lotion up and down my arms and then on to my chest. Then I turned towards the boy and squirted a big blob onto the palm of my hand. I began to stroke the lotion onto my penis, working it around the head. Then I squirted out another blob and lifted my penis and rubbed it around my balls. I always get semi hard which I did this time and I looked up at the boy to see if he had noticed. He was staring right at me and was even smiling. I continued by rubbing lotion onto my butt and then down my legs. My cock was bobbing around the whole time I did this. Then I slowly laid down and let me semi boner flop over towards the boy. I was there for about an hour and the boy never left his spot. I tried not to get a full erection but I was pretty close at times. I tried to change positions and to try to sneak peeks to see if he was looking and he always was. The sun was starting to sit a little lower and I was afraid that Id be running out of time. I heard voices so I sat up which made more erection more noticeable. I turned to look towards the boy and saw that he was joined by three other boys. Id never seen any of them before and they all looked very dirty like theyd been working in a field or something dirty all day. They brought beer because they were all drinking beer and laughing. I wasnt sure what to do so I tried to not look like I noticed them. Then an empty beer can landed next to me and I felt little drops of beer splatter on my arm. I looked at the beer can and quickly looked away. I heard one of them say look at this faggot and then there was laughter. I was getting scared but I didnt want to let them know. They started be louder and making more remarks about the faggot and stuff like that. I heard one of them talking about the faggots hard cock and I realized that it was the cute boy talking about me. Boy did I make a mistake. Finally I heard someone walking in the sand and I looked over to see what was happening. Two of them were coming over to me, one was the cute boy. The other one was laughing and said, Hey faggot, want to suck my dick? He didnt look like he wanted me to suck his dick. I decided to get out of here so I started to rise to my feet. They saw this and rushed forward and kind of sat on my shoulders to hold me down. I was really panicking now so I started to thrash and try to get away. All of them rushed over to me and proceeded to sit on my body. I was really panicking now and I realized that I hadnt seen anyone else on the beach for some time now. I was really scared. I looked up at the cute boy and begged Please, I just want to go but he just spit down the side of my face. One of the dirty guys who looked a little older was looking me over pretty good. He was staring at my crotch for awhile and then he said to the others, anyone want to touch his balls? Everyone laughed but one of them took his empty beer can and pushed the side of my balls to make them move around in the sac. He was laughing, lookey his balls Then the first guy said, Hey, remember hearing about that guy who got his balls cut off? I wonder what that felt like. I was really scared now and started to yell and try to buck them off my arms and chest. They put more pressure on my arms and one of them put his filthy hand over my mouth. The first guy grabbed one of my legs and pulled it away from my body so that my groin was more exposed. Lets cut this faggot! I shrieked into the hand and tried to get away but there was no hope. They proceeded to check their pockets for anything to cut the faggot with. No one had anything and I prayed that it was only a joke. Then one of them said look and took an empty beer can and flattened it. Then he twisted it in half until it finally began to tear into two pieces of jagged metal. I got a sinking feeling in my stomach one I figured out what he was doing. He took one of the halves of the can and pressed the sides together to make a jagged sawing blade. Tears began to run down my face and I twisted my head free for a second and I yelled No! They grabbed my head again and positioned it so that I had to look down my chest at what they were doing. The guy with the can walked down to my legs and then held the can up and smiled. Then he kneeled down. I prayed that this was all just a dream but then I felt him actually grabbing my testicles. It was all really happening! He pulled down on both my balls, then really hard. Then he let go and pulled down on each ball one by one. Then he grabbed both and pulled it really hard. All the guys were watching intently and the cute guy said do it! My worst nightmares were happening and I felt the touch of metal on the right-hand side of my scrotum. He began to make sawing motions and it felt like my sac was being shredded. I screamed and cried but the hand just applied more pressure. The sawing continued and then the level of pain went up. I think that he must of cut through the skin and was cutting the cords or something. I think I must of passed out or something but it also seemed to last an eternity. The pain kept changing as they made changes to what they were doing to me. Finally, my balls were off and the guy was holding them in front of my face, pinching the scrotum together so that the balls hung the same way they did when they were between my legs. Theres your balls faggot! He hurled them out towards the water. He didnt throw hard enough and they landed on the wet sand. Three or four seagulls flew in and two of them fought over them and eventually flew off with my balls and scrotum hanging from their beaks. I just lay there, more exhausted then Ive ever felt in my life. The cute guy was removing one of my shoe laces from one of my shoes and a new wave of fear shot through my body. After removing the lace, he made a lasso and then tied it around the base of my penis, real tight. I knew what was coming but also knew that there was nothing I could do about it. The cute guy took the can blade and pulled my penis away from my body. Then he began to saw my penis off. The pain was much worst than having my balls cut off and each stroke of the blade brought an incredible amount of pain. On the eighth or nineth stroke, my penis actually started to make wet breaking noises which I think was when blood was running out of arteries or something. It took about twenty or so strokes but he was finally holding my penis in his bloody hand, staring at it looking more shocked than I was. He stode up and looked like he didnt know what to do. He finally put my penis in his pants pocket and had a look on his face like he wanted to apologize or something. Slowly they all stood up and then just walked away. One of them took my backpack with all my clothes. I dont remember much from this point on but I do remember getting up and staggering down the beach, holding my bloody groin. I didnt think to get my towel and all my clothes were gone. I remember seeing other people and trying to ask them for help but they were all freeking out and running away. Some cops finally came and then an ambulance came. Someone must have called. My parents came to the emergency room and they both looked more shocked than I was. Shocked at finding out that their son was going to a nudist beach and shocked to find out that his genitals had just been cut off. The cops took down all the information but I dont think that they tried very hard to find the guys who did this to me. I was released from the hospital before school started but I never did stay on the football team. Everyone found out what happened and all the kids stare at me. Now Im a freak. I dont know what the rest of my life will be like but I dont think I can stay here much longer. Since this happened to me, Ive been looking for others like me. Ive read some of the stories in this site and I dont think people understand. Once your balls are cut off, its over.