What happened to me at the clothing optional beach


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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.  It’s 
been a few months now, but I’m still in shock.  I don’t think I’ll 
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 weren’t 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 I’ve 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 I’d 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 wasn’t 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 couldn’t quite yet.  I tried to act like I hadn’t 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 I’d 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.  I’d never seen any of them before and they all 
looked very dirty like they’d been working in a field or something 
dirty all day.  They brought beer because they were all drinking 
beer and laughing.  I wasn’t 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 didn’t 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 faggot’s 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 didn’t 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 hadn’t 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.  “Let’s 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.  “There’s your balls faggot!”  He hurled 
them out towards the water.  He didn’t 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 I’ve 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 
didn’t 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 don’t remember 
much from this point on but I do remember getting up and staggering 
down the beach, holding my bloody groin.  I didn’t 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 don’t 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 I’m a freak.  I don’t know what 
the rest of my life will be like but I don’t think I can stay here 
much longer.  Since this happened to me, I’ve been looking for 
others like me.  I’ve read some of the stories in this site and I 
don’t think people understand.  Once your balls are cut off, it’s 
over.

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