Slavepig's Castration

Summary: Filming of a master and slave

I met Craig and his sub slave through an internet ad. Craig was looking for
someone to film his sub's torture sessions and humiliation. It was to be a
documentary of sorts.
Basically I would just roll the camera and follow Craig around the big house..
He was mid 40's balding hairy with a muscular body and very masculine. He
would wear a leather mask whenever I filmed. The sessions all took place in
the soundproofed basement. The slave was mid 30s mostly smooth with a slim
muscular body. Very good looking model type features.He apparently was kept in
a prison cell like 12 by 12 cage that was in the basement. When I first saw
him he was in leg shackles and cuffed to the bars. He looked scared but
resigned to his fate. That first time was an experience for me. I filmed as
Craig took the slave from the cage and attached him to shackles that had been
suspended from the ceiling. Once he was secure Craig had access to the slave
from both sides. He then proceeded to flog and beat the slave's butt and back
with various instruments for over an hour. There was a belt to start with then
various whips of length and thickness.The slave was screaming at the top of
his lungs after a while begging Craig to stop but that only seemed to fuel
Craig's intensity.
Finally Craig told the slave to shut the hell up and stuffed a gag in his
mouth. He took out a huge bullwhip and went to town on the slave.
After a short break the beatings began again but this time the concentration
was on the slave's front side. I never saw a guy whip a guy in the front but
Craig did just that. When he was done he released the slave who crumpled in a
heap. He then was dragged back in his cell still with the gag in his mouth and
the cell was locked.That was the filming for the night.Craig said the title
for the first film would be called SlavePigs Beating.

A week later I heard from Craig again and told to come by.The slave was taken
from the cage and tied face up spreadeagled on a bed in the basement. This
time the slave had a hood on.
The cameras rolled and Craig lit up a very big thick round cigar.He sat in a
chair at the foot of the bed and started slapping the slave's cock and balls.
Slowly at first but increasing in intensity. It went on for 20 minutes at
least. The slave was screaming but the sounds were all muffled. The slapping
then became a fist. Craig pounded the slave's cock and balls over and over and
over.
Craig said "Your cock and balls are disgusting. They need to be tortured and
maimed."
I kept rolling as Craig continued his assault. Finally he took a big hit of
poppers. Uhoh I thought what now? Craig then took the cigar and put it
directly on the slaves nuts one at a time leaving the cigar on them for 3-5
seconds at a time.He kept repeating the process.He then went for the cock and
actually slid the cigar up and down the shaft and then directly on to the
head. After a long time the torture finally stopped. The slaves organs looked
purplish and were beginning to swell up. Craig untied his victim and again
dragged him back to the cage where he threw him in. He told me the title for
the new film would be Slavepigs Beatings Part 2.
This went on over the course of a few weeks. Each time would be new tortures.
There was one time when needles were inserted into the slaves piss hole and
through his balls. Another when the slave was kicked repeatedly in the nuts.
Each time Craig would be smoking a big cigar telling the slave what a
worthless piece of shit he was and how the sight of his cock and balls
disgusted him. And more flogging,whipping.
There were 8 films at the time all with the title Slavepigs beatings 1,2 etc.
Then the other night Craig told me there would be only 2 more films to shoot.
I went over and the slave was already tied to a post.His cock and balls were
almost bright red.He had welts and bruises all over his body.Craig told me to
start rolling. he then asked the slave "What would you like to do tonight
slave?" and the slave spoke for the first time.."Take my balls Sir". Craig
told the slave to beg for it and he actually did. "Why do you want them off
slave?""Because they are worthless and useless Sir and I dont deserve to have
them".I rolled then as Craig duct taped the slave's mouth shut and placed a
hood over his head. Craig then took out these banding devices and over the
next hour applied four of them onto the slaves balls.The muffled screams
continued as Craig puffed on his cigar occasionally saying "getting there
soon.The balls are getting darker and darker."
Finally when he was satisfied he took the bands off.The balls looked dead. He
then took a suture like metallic instrument and methodically cut and snipped
until both balls were off and put on a plate. I was instructed to stop
filming. Craig then started sewing up where the castration took place."we'll
call that one SlavePigs Castration".
Now Im at home waiting...one more film...Slavepigs penectomy I assume.Another
week or two.

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Susan's first castration

Summary: Susan\'s brother cuts her hair off as she sleps. She decides to make the punishment fit the crime.

` Susan was only eight, but proud of her bouncing pony tail. One day she and
her brother Jack, who was twelve, had a silly argument. "I'll get you!!"
snapped Jack, walking out of the room. `

Next morning, a snipping noise woke Susan. She saw Jack at the foot of her
bed, holding a big pair of scisors in one hand, and Susan's severed ponytail
in the other!!

"N-n-n-n-noooo!!" shouted Susan. Jack laughed, and threw the ponytail into the
fire.

Their mother punished Jack.But Susan swore revenge. What could she do? Jack
kept his hair low, so a secret haircut was not the answer. Then she thought,
"I'll cut off that funny thing between his legs. That'll hurt." as an innocent
little girl, Susan had no idea what "that thing" was.

Next morning, Susan entered Jack's room carrying the same scissors he had
used. She crept up to him, pulling his pjamas down. Jack didn't wake, He'd
already started having erotic wet dreams, and this was just stoking his
fantasy of having a woman pull his trousers down and giving him a blow job.

Susan placed the scissors around his penis and testicles. Just then he awoke.

"N-n-n-n-oooooooo!!" he screamed. Strangely, his penis went erect and broke
free of the scissors. Deciding that she might at least do something before he
could snatch the scissors away from her, Susan swiftly cut off Jack's scrotum.

He collapsed, screaming. As Susan heard their Mum coming to the room, she
threw Jack's scrotum and balls onto the fire.

As their Mum saw what had happened, she burst into tears. "But Mum," said
Susan, "they'll grow again, won't they? My hair will grow again, so won't
they?"

And so Susan's brother became her first eunuch. She was to develop an
insatiable appetite for castrating men and boys.

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Hijras Of India (news article)

India: Begging eunuchs of Bombay

In Bombay and other big cities of India you come across groups of people
called "Hijras" or "Chakkas". These are eunuchs, castrated between the ages of
10 and 15 years on supposedly religious grounds. You find then asking for alms
near places of tourist interest, outside halls where weddings or naming
ceremonies are taking place, and outside houses where there are newborn
babies.
The style of begging is very aggressive. In groups of three or four they
confront individuals, clapping and making gestures with their fingers. Give
them
money and they will bless you and your family and pray for increased libido
for
you and for male heirs for your family. Refusal is followed by abuse, and
obscene gestures, and some of them will lift their "petticoats", exposing
their
genitals and cursing. The Hijras live in communities. Why do they live like
this? To find out we decided to ask them.

We contacted Hijras begging at the traffic lights outside our hospital. It
took two months of persuasion before they agreed to talk and to provide data.
Individual interviews were refused but we were invited to their colony near
Sionkoliwada in Bombay's slums and were allowed to conduct group interviews
with
35 Hijras in groups of 3 or 4. Eventually, clinical photography was permitted
by 5 of them, for a sum of 200 rupees.

The Hijras were between 20 and 45 years old. Almost all of them had been
sold by their poverty-stricken parents or kidnapped as children. Subsequently
they were castrated, including a penectomy, without anaesthesia. We were told
that many children died from complications such as sepsis or haemorrhage. Most
came from Tamil Nadu, but many of the Tamil speakers could speak and
understand
Hindi.

They lived in small huts in Sionkoliwada and got along well with their
neighbours in the slums. They had no source of income other than alms, and
theirs was a hand-to-mouth existence. Alcohol abuse and drugs (hashish) were
common. They were very much against the idea of seeking medical care from our
hospital, which they knew was attached to a medical college, and only accident
cases were taken to a public hospital. They feared intrusion into their
privacy
by the inquisitive junior doctors in hospitals. They followed the Hindu
religion
but had a goddess of their own--a reincarnation of Durga, perched on a
rooster,
called "Bahucharaji Devimaa". PAGE 3
The Lancet, January 4, 1992

As we gaind the confidence of the elders in the Hijra community, some broke
down and said they were contemplating suicide because they did not want to go
on
living in this way. We learned that well-organised gangs kidnap children in
poor
areas of India or buy them from starving parents for as little as 30 rupees.
The
boys are then brought to the cities, castrated, and set up as beggars, who
will
be money-making machines for up to 40 years. These Mafia-type kidnap gangs
thus
exploit the religious sentiments and collective psyche of the Hindu community.
They provide protection and living quarters for the Hijras, who in turn pass
on
a percentage of their earnings to the gang in charge of their area.

At the age of 16-18 the Hijras do develop a desire for sexual activity,
directed towards males. To satisfy this need they go and stay with other men
in
the neighbourhood who are living alone or whose wives are sick or away from
home. They do all the household work and agree to receptive anal intercourse,
from which they get sexual gratification. This desire diminishes with age, and
by age 40-45 they stop indulging in such activities. In two of the men we
examined clinically the perianal skin was scarred and thickened, suggesting a
healed inflammatory condition. Some of the men described lesions that may have
been anal condylomas. Although we suggested that all of them have free testing
for HIV at our hospital none agreed to this.

In parts of India today young boys are at risk of being kidnapped or sold
and then forced to live a subhuman life as eunuchs. The authorities are aware
of
these activities and Indian newspapers have exposed these and other atrocities
committed on poverty-stricken rural populations. But in a corruption-loaded
society such as India's political protection sustains Mafia-style activities.
Pressure from the medical community may succeed where publicity elsewhere has
failed. The practice must be stopped and for those surviving victims
rehabilitation should be offered, permitting life with some sort of dignity.

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Disco Dancer

Summary: Searching for treasures in the big city filled with young, beautiful men.

I’d seen him before, perhaps on the street. He was beautiful, so perfect and
young. Perhaps nineteen or twenty. I tried to catch his eye before but he
smiled and walked on by. As though I never existed.

But I saw him tonight. On the dance floor. An occasional glimpse amidst the
sea of faces. Gyrating on the dance floor to the throbbing pulse of the music.
I’d see his face and then it was gone. I pushed into the crowd of bodies and
slowly worked my way towards the face. Nothing. I looked into the faces,
searching for a sign. And then I saw him again. I pushed harder and wedged
between the bodies, there he was. His body coming into and out of view between
the endless bodies. Naked. Slithering to the music. Throwing his hips into the
rhythm and spinning his torso with the beat and his hands folded neatly atop
his head. Many wore no shirts, both boys and girls. But only a few were so
bold or unashamed to be less scantily dressed.

I pushed further until I brushed up against his side. I stared into his eyes
with the hopes that he would notice but his eyes were glazed, staring into the
distance. A constant smile on his lips as he bobbed his head with the music.
Dusted. Probably on some party drug. I tried to capture his attention but he
danced with no one in particular, just the crowd.

I was able to step back for a second and catch a glimpse of his body. His
slender body was perfectly tanned and muscled, with the most beautiful smooth
legs. I watched as he gyrated, his testicles swinging heavily in the bottom of
his hairless scrotum, bouncing from thigh to thigh. His penis had darker skin
than his legs and the purplish head was large and protruded from the wrinkled
skin. He looked so wonderful.

I pressed forward but he was gone. Drifting between the bodies. I danced
towards the back of his head and then I was at his rear. I slowly ran my hands
down his backside and onto his buttock, circling each check with my hands and
then slowly circling upwards onto his chest. He leaned back, his smiling face
pointed towards the sky. He continued to gyrate and sway to the music. I
stroked his biceps and his head came to rest on my shoulder. Smiling into the
sky. I was in heaven!

He turned and faced me, but didn’t seem to see me with his spaced out eyes.
The crowd pushed us together and his genitals were pushed onto my knee as our
bodies meet. For a split second his face showed a trace of agony but it was
quickly replaced by the slight smile. My hands reached between his crotch and
encased his testicles but as quickly as we came together, we were pulled apart
by the crowd. His testicles slid through my fingers like giant leathery eggs.
I continue to dance with the hopes that I could feel his body again. Others
sought the same pleasures and I struggled to mask my jealous rage against
them.

The songs drifted together and the faces in the crowd melted into one as the
evening wore on. I’d catch glimpses of the boy’s face, always moving, always
gone. I danced close enough to him to finally catch his left arm and I pulled
it to draw him closer. He appeared to be indifferent as I drew him up to my
chest. His eyes were closed to almost slits and his head bobbed almost too
freely. I swayed with the timing of his body.

I reached around and placed my hand on the small of his back and pulled his
closer to my body. He grinded to the beat, his genitals scraping across my
levis. I reached with my other hand and grabbed the base of his penis and slid
my palm along it’s base. So thick and warm and heavy in my hand. The head of
the penis feeling so enormous and smooth to the touch. I stroked it longingly,
feeling the music come alive. I wanted to feel it’s strength in my hand as I
caressed it slowly.

I backed aware for a second to see my affect. Nothing. His penis continued to
sway to the music, swinging flaccidly from thigh to thigh.

I wanted him hard. I wanted his penis out of the way.

I pressed back to his chest and pulled his body up towards mine. I stared into
his smiling face, his eyes drifting across the room. I grabbed his hairless
scrotum and circled his heavy testicles with my fore fingers and I pulled his
orbs down and away from his body. Nothing. His arms fluttered across his body
and danced across his chest. For a brief second they caressed the sides of my
arms but then they were gone.
I brought my hand to my mouth and discretely spit into my palm. I reached
between his legs and felt for the weight of his penis again. The skin felt so
satiny and smooth. I worked the head of the penis across the palm of my hand,
letting the saliva lubricate the loose skin gathered around the glands. I felt
like coming.

Nothing. Still soft. His eyes, so dreamy and spacey. The stubble on his chin
made his look even younger. Not yet a man.

I popped the blade open.

We danced between the bodies. A sea of flesh where sounds didn’t exist under
the beating of the speakers. Our bodies met again and I slowly reached for his
genitals. His testicles were hanging so low, like bagged fruit hanging from a
tree. I grasped his scrotum firmly in my hand, his penis draped across my
wrist. I looked into his face for any sign and he smiled back at no one in
return. I brought the blade up and made three quick pulling actions. For a
brief second his face contorted into a mask of pain and I thought that he
might scream.

And then he was free. Still dancing and gyrating to the music. Arms, swaying
and floating with the beat. I started to drift back and away. Through the
crowd, I saw his thighs, looking even tanner with the scarlet speckles of
blood on them. Between them, his penis finally jutted from his body at a sharp
angle, fully engorged. What looked like a long, bloody string of sperm strung
from the tip of his cock. His penis looked so empty now, standing guard alone
between his thighs.

I finally stopped dancing when I’d reached the edge of the floor. I squeezed
my fingers, caressing my treasure. So warm and soft in my hand. My eyes closed
in pleasure as I felt the prizes shift inside. I stepped out into the night
air and began to walk among the evening crowd. Some looked into my face,
probably wondering what stories I had to tell. Continuing to pinch the edges
of the skin, I brought my new treasure to my lips and kissed it lightly, as a
shocked woman’s face floated by. I stepped down to the awaiting subway.

On the way home, I saw the most beautiful young man with the warmest smile and
dazzling eyes …

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Future Surgeon

Summary: What will the future be like? Here's a view.

The surgeon, a very old man with a slight bend to his back,
shuffled into the white-walled operating room.  He wore a white
cotton, quilted tunic that buttoned on one side with loops around
the buttons, loose white pants, and a fashionable pair of white
sneakers.  The top of his head was a pink, shiny dome with the
occasional "age spot" here and there.  His pure white hair flowed
out around his head, in a careless, wispy fashion.  He shuffled
over to the bedside of a man lying on an ordinary looking hospital
bed, with a white sheet pulled up to his neck.  The man looked at
him as if he was confused.
The surgeon spoke, "Good morning Mr. Sprague.  I see you've
had your anesthetic.  Everything is all set, you're going to be fine,
Sir.  Let's get started.  Remove the sheet from the patient.  Now,
let's have a look at your arm.  One, two, three hard bumps under
the skin; all your medication is in place.  Good.  Your genital
region has been thoroughly depilated.  That's good.  Let's have
the leg supports in place bedside, that's right.  Be sure they're
locked securely.  Good.  Ready to lift his legs?  All right then, lift
up, and over, right over now.  You will experience some
discomfort, Sir, as you are bent back.  That's right, bend him
back, legs right over the top of his head.  Take that pillow out
from under his head now.  Careful with his neck.  All right, he's
fine that way.  Secure his legs down in the supports.  Make those
straps snug now, he may struggle reflexively a bit when we begin
cutting . . . and how are you Sir?  Don't try to speak, the
anesthetic won't let you sound intelligible anyway.  It's funny that
way.  The position may seem awkward to you, and even
dangerous or frightening, but we' ve neutered thousands of
fellows in this position, and we've found that it actually improves
their spinal health.  I hope you don't feel silly with your ass up in
the air like this, but we're all professionals here, and we'll do
away with your genitals much easier this way.  Hand me down
the hose.  Thank you.  You see Sir, this large, white hose that
runs up to the ceiling has all the surgical equipment inside it to do
the job.  This probe that extends down from the side of the hose,
goes into your anus to locate, and stabilize the hose, and helps to
monitor the operation.  You will feel it inflate inside you to keep
itself in place.  I'll start the probe into your anus . . . vacuum on
the hose now please.  Genitals entering the hose under suction,
probe entering the anus.  So much easier than years ago.  You
will feel the catheter entering your penis, Sir, the new anesthetic
only affects the sensation of pain itself, so you will feel everything
else.  There, all in.  Arm the machine please, and, activate --
now.  You'll feel a tug on your organs, Sir, as they come off.
There, the indicator shows they're off . . . now cautery . . . cautery
. . . hmm, a bit more than I expected, but duly noted.  All done.
Autoretract the hose please, and . . . perfect!  Perfect job.
Catheter is flush with the wound, looks just right.
Congratulations, Sir, you are now a full eunuch, and entitled to all
the tax and other priveleges thereof.  Congratulations!  Please be
sure to stop at billing on your way out, and have a nice day."


My Eighteenth Birthday Present

Summary: Went on a holiday and got castrated becuse I was in the wrong place at the wrong time.

I was born on the 26th December 1942.  This was always a sore point
    as I got the one present for my Christmas and my Birthday.  In 1959
    two mates and myself decided to go on a camping trip to an isolated
    beach.  The beach was called Turtle Cove, because at the peak tides
    green backed turtles would come up above the high tide mark to lay
    eggs.  We arrived at the beach in an old utility on the 24th
    December and set up a tent.  All went well for two days, but on the
    26th, which was a Saturday, I decided to have a look for turtles.
    King tide was at 12.10 a.m. so I had a bit of a sleep and then went
    looking. I started at about 11.00 p.m. and after about an hour and
    a half I heard this grunting sound, and there was a turtle about
    1.2 metres long coming up the beach.  She came up over the high
    tide mark then moved back a couple of times,then finally decided on
    a spot to lay eggs.  I watched as she dug the sand to make a hole,
    then lay eggs. I was pretty excited and decided to go and tell my
    mates.  I had about a five minute walk.  I had just gone a short
    distance in the moonlight when someone shouted at me to stop.  I
    felt a bit uneasy, and this feeling got worse when another fellow
    started shouting at me. I got frightened and started to run back to
    the tent. I ran for a hundred yards or so when a fairly big fellow
    came out and punched me.  I was quite dizzy when they grabbed me
    and carried me to a caravan with a lean-to.  They took me inside
    and there was this young girl all distressed and crying.  As soon
    as she saw me she started pointing and yelling and saying something
    in a foreign language.  The three men holding me started talking
    and yelling in a foreign language.  Then they dragged me over a
    table, ripped my pants down and castrated me. They carried me out
    and dumped me under a tree out near the beach.  I passed out, then
    woke about 5.00 a.m. covered in blood, and feeling very cold and
    weak. I manaaged to stagger back to the tent and woke my mates.
    They decided to take me to the nearest town to the ambulance.
       We had come in an old utility and it wouldn't start.  After
    about an hour of trying they eventually got it going.  It was a
    three hour trip to the nearest town and when we got there the local
    ambulance man was on holidays and the police station was unmanned
    because the policeman was on holidays.  It was a five hour drive to
    the next largest town.  By this time I didn't really have any
    interest in what was happening.  I ended up in a very efficient
    hospital, and the next day I was interviewed by the police.  It was
    a bit annoying, because I got the impression that the police
    thought it was a bit of a joke and I deserved what I got.  About a
    week later they took me back to the beach to try to find the people
    who did it but there was no trace of them.
        About three months later there was a rape at the same beach,
    and the cuprit was caught immediately.  He then confessed to the
    police that he had raped a girl three months previously, and took
    them to the spot where I had been castrated.  The police then came
    with a vengance and asked me all sorts of questions in an effort to
    fine the culprits, but it was too late.  The rapist got seven years
    with a parole period after four and a half years. I got a life
    sentence on my eithteenth birthday.


Guard Dog on Duty

Summary: A chance meeting at a leather bar leads to a unique castration.

` Guard Dog on Duty `

by Allen Baker

During our first talk when I met him at the bar, John told me he had a mixed
breed dog at home. I stood a step below this burly, leather-clad top as he
keyed open the door to his three-story brownstone. The sign in the window read
"Guard Dog on Duty". The rasping sound of the key in the door lock attracted
the beast's attention. The scurrying sound of paws on bare wood floor
accompanied the howling and growling of a beast inside. The noise was low and
intensely deep and resonant. I expected a big beast, but what pounded on his
master was a total shock.

This was definitely a dog. But a man-made one. A man-dog in the bondage/slave
leather tradition of the term. An enslaved captive with no other purpose than
to satisfy his master. Worship his master. Obey his master. As a submissive, I
had experience in such play, but this was different. This wasn't play. This
was for keeps.

The boy/dog's face was youthful and full of devotion as it lapped at the
master's palm in greeting. But it had been altered. The nose surgically
reconfigured into a snout. The ears elongated and pointed. The body had been
altered, too. I had read of such things, mostly fantasy, but had never
expected to actually see it. The legs and arms had been amputated just below
the knees and elbows. The stumps had been fitted with leather paws that
sported carved bone claws. The dog had indeed been neutered as well. This was
disconcerting to say the least. But the two features that freaked me most were
the fur pelt and the tail. Some very talented, expensive surgeon had somehow
equipped this mutt with a new hide of dark brown fur/hair that covered all but
its face, stomach, and groin. And the tail was actually wagging in delight at
having its master home.

"Down, boy, down. This is Darwin. Well, boy, how do you greet our guest?" The
boy/dog obediently sniffed then licked at my outstretched hand. Then he
nuzzled in to give my crotch a friendly sniff. Then he sat back on his
haunches and beat his tail loudly against the floor and panted in a friendly
manner. His tongue lulled out the side of his elongated mouth. His canines had
been augmented in length, and all the teeth had been shaped to points. I just
stared at the surgically modified tongue. It hung a good five inches over the
side of his chin. It pulsed with the mutts panting and dripped a puddle of dog
drool onto the floor. I'm sure I must have given a very impolite gawk, but
it's not every day that one sees the like of this.

John laughed at my response. "He definitely has that effect on people the
first time. He's really quite tame, unless provoked or unless I order him to
attack. Ok, boy, I'll come feed you."

Quick as a flash, the dog scampered down the hall and turned into an archway
at the rear. "Come have a beer," John said over his shoulder as he led the way
down the hall and into the kitchen. John handed me a beer and grabbed a large
can from the cupboard. The whir of the can opener was attended by the pungent
odor of dog food. The dog pranced impatiently as John emptied the contents
into a dog dish. My stomach cramped a little as i watched the hound chow down
on the noxious mixture. "Bet you're thirsty, too, boy." John picked up the
other bowl from the floor and unzipped. Soon the pungent odor of liquid gold
fought with the smell of the canned food. John set the slightly steaming bowl
onto the floor. The dog greedily lapped at its master's fluid.

John chatted about everyday things, but I hardly could concentrate. I was
looking at his face, but my mental attention was on the creature at our feet.
Soon its bowl was empty and he padded to the back door and whined. Without
interrupting his monologue, John held the door open. The dog ran out into the
small fenced-in area behind the house. Past John's shoulder, I could see it
squat and shit. It turned and sniffed its own poop and then raced back into
the kitchen.

"Let's head down to my playroom." John patted my rump and scratched the dog
behind the ears. "Ever been fucked by a dog?"

"Ah, no," I stuttered, finding it disconcerting that John talked as if this
were truly an animal with no higher intelligence or will of its own. But at
the same time, I found myself being strangely aroused by this unique
experience. At the bottom of the steps, John opened a padlocked room, and the
dog skirted in ahead of him. It was an S/M's paradise dream!. Every instrument
of torment and bondage conceivable hung from the pegboard walls. There were
bondage tables and crosses in the center of the room along with a leather
sling dangling from the ceiling.

"Well, don't just stand there. Strip. I'm in charge in this room, and I expect
obedience from both of you."

I eagerly did as I was told, excited that the games were finally beginning.
Master John, pushed me to my knees in front of his unzipped jeans. He hauled
out his thickening meat and pushed it into my mouth. I saw him snap his
fingers at the dog and point behind me. Suddenly, I felt a long tongue slobber
across my left ass cheek. It labored along and across my crack to cover the
right one, too. Then it slithered down the crack itself and I was suddenly
moaning as Master's dick slid in and out of my throat. That tongue! That
marvelous, long, talented tongue! I'd never felt the like of it. It rimmed and
twisted and swirled. It curled and dipped. And finally insinuated its way
inside. Deep inside. It felt like a rubbery, come-alive dildo. It explored the
sides and depths of my inside. It poked and prodded and pushed at my prostate.
I didn't touch myself, but a steady stream of pre-goo slithered out my piss
slit and threaded its way to the floor. I hummed around the thick dick that
stretched my mouth. I loved it.

Master John pulled out and strapped me on my back on the table. He harnessed
my ankles and tied them off far apart and pointed to ceiling. My exposed
crotch and ass were at the edge of the table. He placed a platform on the
floor at that end. "Hop up there boy." The dog obeyed. Then it stood on its
hind legs and moved between my own. Its front paws landed on my shoulders
about the time as its rigid dog dick arrowed into my asshole. We both yelped:
me in pain and he in pleasure. It was wild to look up into that face
surrounded by fur and feel the indentations its nails were making in my
shoulder muscles. It lapped at my face, slobbered onto my nose and eyelids. It
playfully nipped at my earlobe. And all the while kept up a steady pounding
into my anal pleasure tube.

Master John watched for a short time, then stepped behind the dog and nailed
it with his hard dick. The dog yelped again, but only increased his fuck pace,
impaling himself with his master's cock on each withdrawal from my ass. Soon,
Master John withdrew and pulled the dog away with a yank on its collar. He
pointed to a corner. "Sit!"

The dog whimpered, but pulled its tail between its legs and obeyed.

Master retied me face down over a low wooden frame. My knees were spread wide
on the floor, and my ass and crotch were totally vulnerable. Master kneeled
behind me and began to fuck my ass in earnest. He snapped his fingers again,
and the dog quickly joined us. I was surprised to see it roll onto its back
and slither under the frame. And then that fabulous tongue caressed my cock.
It wrapped around it and jacked it. It bathed my balls with dog saliva. It was
heaven. I was beginning to pant right along with the animal.

"Well, boy, think we can come together? Getting close?"

I couldn't answer other than to nod my head.

"Good, cause I'm about ready to shoot. And watch that dog's cock. The only
time he shoots is when I tell him he can suck on a guy's balls. Get ready,
cause this is the ultimate experience of your life."

He kept pumping and prodding my hot button deep inside. The dog's tongue
lapped at my balls, and I felt them begin to pull up for a boiling climax.
"Oh, now!" I shouted. "I'm there, I'm gonna shoot!"

I began to spout and everything else happened really fast. My ass milked
Master John. He began to roar. "Okay, boy, eat those nuts!"

My cock lurched again as that hot canine mouth engulfed my sack and sucked my
balls deep into its throat. I watched in fascination as a thick river of dog
seed spouted out of the end of that hairy dick. And then I screamed as the dog
did as ordered. Those sharpened teeth chomped down on my bag again and again
until i felt it mauled totally free of my crotch. The dog wriggled away from
me and sat up. I watched in shocked horror as it did its Master's bidding. It
chewed and swallowed and did indeed eat my balls!

* * *

Deeply nested clauses (5) in one sentence


Castration Quickie Three

Summary: A rewrite of a fantasy sent me by a female penpal. \"Schoolgirls\" dancing in a circle. Snip! Snip!

` What a dream! I and a handful of my female friends, dressed like naughty
schoolgirls-in bright white blouses and scandalously short skirts, our hair
done up in pigtails-we danced in a circle around a handsome man. We giggled
and laughed like little girls and touched ourselves and each other. `

The man wore only his birthday suit and he enjoyed our bouncing breasts and
the occasional flash of panties or shaved pussy lips or bare buttocks. His
cock had completely hardened when we began to sing: "Ring around the rosie,
pockets full of posies, ashes, ashes, we all fall down."

As we continued to dance, each woman took a turn dancing into the center of
the circle to tease the man. She might pout her lips and fondle herself, or
lift up her skirt and shimmy her hips or shake her ass. We all stripped as we
danced, unbuttoning and discarding our blouses and skirts. He found our
performance so engrossing that he didn't notice the light catching on our
metal implements. Some of us wore daggers on our supple thighs. Others wore
scissors hanging from our necks, dangling between our breasts.

We continued to sing to the same melody, but the lyrics changed. Our sexy
display must have so enchanted him that he didn't notice until it was too
late. I could see a pearl of precum glistening on the pisshole of his handsome
cock. I danced into the center of the circle and ran my finger along the
shaft, gathering the clear drop on my finger. He shivered as I touched the
bead to my tongue and savored the alkaline saltiness. The lyrics rang in my
ears as I cuddled his scrotum in my palm: "Ring around the rosie, pockets full
of posies . . ." His erection held his dick out the way. I gazed into his eyes
and witnessed his expression change from bliss to terror as awareness struck
him simultaneously with my scissors: "Snip one, snip two, no more nuts for
you-hoo." The song rang sweet and true.

* * *


James' New Career, Part 1

Summary: James was out of luck and out of work until he saw a job for a security guard.  The job was more than he ever expected.

For James, it started out as just another day but, then he remembered that it
was the 10th
anniversary of his new life. He would spend the rest of the day working the
baths around dozens of
beautiful women. And, for James it would be just another day at work.

James had been a star college football player. He was 6'4" and about 250
pounds of muscle.
Girls of all sizes, shapes and colors draped themselves all over him. He was a
shoo-in for a big pro
football contract.

That all ended the day he injured his knee in practice. He got to keep his
scholarship, but the
idea of pro football was over. And, when his scholarship ran out a few months
later, he was out. No
money, no college degree and no real education. He had majored in sex, beer
and football. Now,
he had no future and little hope. That is until he saw an advertisement for an
overseas security job.

He went to the office for an interview. A middle eastern man behind the desk
looked him up
and down, then invited him to sit down. "The job requires guarding my
employer's most valuable
property. It has a five-year contract and pays $200,000 per year. During the
contract term, you will
work seven days a week and all of your needs will be taken care of. The money
will be paid in a lump
sum at the end, tax free." And, he could renew the contract if he wanted.

It sounded like a good deal. When James pressed the man, all he got were vague
answers
about his duties. The only straight answer was: "We are paying a lot of money
for your services.
You will have to make great sacrifices in this job but the money may make them
worth it to you."

A million bucks, tax free for five years work, double that for 10. He could be
financially set
for life. James took the job and signed a long contract written in
intelligible language. He would
regret not reading it.

After that, things happened quickly. Within days, he been given a physical and
got his
passport and visas. Then, he was in a first class seat on a flight to the
middle east. He was met at
the airport and driven in a Mercedes limousine into the desert. After a couple
of hours, he saw a huge
palace in the distance. A short time later, the limousine pulled through a
gate and stopped. He was
met by a tall black man in robes. "Welcome to our home," the man said. "Follow
me inside and I
will explain your duties."

The interior of the palace was incredibly luxurious. There was marble
everywhere. It was
hout outside but the air conditioning made the inside almost uncomfortably
cool. The place was
designed to impress and it did. He followed the man into an office with a
large desk.

"I am Isaac, the chief black eunuch," the man said after offering James a
seat. "It isn't often
that we get an American volunteering to work for me, but I am glad to have
you."

"What!" James shouted. "I didn't volunteer to have my balls cut off. I signed
on to guard
the employer's most valuable property. I want out of here."

Isaac looked at him for a minute. "First, you did volunteer to become a
eunuch. It's in your
contract. Second, you will be guarding his most valuable property, his harem.
And, third, as you
probably do not know, there are two kinds of eunuchs. There are white eunuchs
who guard the
outside of the palace and who act as servants and assistants to the sheik.
They are just deballed to
ensure their loyalty. And, they never enter the harem. You will see two at the
entrance, but they
never go inside.

"Because you are black like me, you will work inside the harem. And, just like
me and all other
black eunuchs, you will be clean shaven. Everything is going to be removed,"
Isaac explained.

James jumped out of his chair. "There's no fuckin' way I'm going to let you do
that. I'm
leaving," he shouted.

"It's not so easy," Isaac said. "In this country, breach of contract with the
sheik is a capital
offense. He could have your head instead of your manhood removed if you
refuse. And, if he decided
to kick you out, it's a long, dry walk back to the city. By the way, if you
don't have a ticket home,
you will be arrested as a vagrant and tossed into jail until you buy one. You
really don't have much
of a choice, do you. It's your cock and balls or your head."

As James was taking it all in, two large white men dressed in robes and
carrying swords
entered the room and stood, one on each side of the door. "Go with them, we
may as well get the
surgery over with now, don't you think?" Isaac remarked calmly. "After a
while, you won't miss your
package and after all, you agreed to if for $1 million. And, oh, yes, the
guards with you are eunuchs.
They just have something left to pass water"

He walked out of the room with one guard in front and the other following him.
They walked
through several doors, then went down a plain corridor that was obviously for
the staff, not the owner.
Finally, they walked into a well-equipped medical clinic. For the first time,
one of the guards spoke:
"Go into the next room, take a shower and come back here," the man said in a
thick east european
accent.

A few minutes later, James came out. He had a towel around his waist. One of
the guards
grabbed it. James stood naked. The reality of what was about to happen
suddenly hit him. He was
about to have his penis and balls cut off.

"Yeah, it is a big step and it will be worse for you than it was for us. All
we lost was our balls.
When our contracts are up, we can take our $500,000 and get hormone treatment.
For you, well,
that's not a real option," the head guard said. "Now, lay down on the table."

James didn't have a choice. He lay down and his arms were strapped to the
table. Then, his
legs were placed in stirrups and strapped in. His manhood was exposed and in
the air. Then, a man
in a white coat came in.

"Relax. I am Dr. Saud. I was trained in the United States and I am a board
certified
urologist," he said. "Once, the death rate from this surgery was very high,
but I've never lost a
patient. It's fairly simple surgery." Dr. Saud sat on a stool and rolled it
between James's legs. He
began feeling James' balls and penis.

I'll give you a local. The surgery requires several stitches and you will have
a catheter for a
few weeks while you heal but you should be fine. It does seem such a shame to
cut off such a nice set
but that's what I'm paid for," he said. "After a few months, you won't miss
them. It will be like they
were never there." The doctor then gave James a sedative that would relax him
but he would stay
awake.

Within a few minutes, James was floating on a valium cloud. It was dreamy but
he would
remember everything. "For centuries, my predecessors just had the candidate
held down, then they
took everything with a single slice of a special blade. I think it was
barbaric. Now, we do it
painlessly," the doctor said.

The doctor go a surgery set and injected James with a local. Within a few
minutes, he was
numb. Then, the doctor got to work. James felt some pulling but that was all.
"First, we cut off the
scrotum as far up as I can and sew it up," the doctor said to the guards.
"It's the same surgery I did
for you two last year." A few seconds later, James's balls and sack were in a
metal tray.

James could "feel" as much as hear the stitches. Then he saw the doctor had
his penis in his
hands. "We have to take it as close to the abdomen as possible. The sheik
doesn't want even a nub
left." With that, the doctor reached for a scalpel and began working.
Suddenly, James knew. He had
been neutered. But, because of the tranquilizer, it didn't seem real.

It seemed like forever for the doctor to complete the surgery. After a while,
it was over and
a gurney was brought to the side of the table. James was released and slid
onto the gurney. He was
taken to a hospital room and put into bed and his hands were restrained. "It's
so you won't mess with
the bandages," the doctor said.

For the first few days, James had his meals brought to him by an older woman
nurse. She fed
him, gave him sponge baths, changed his bandages and gave him valium. She
never said a word and
was careful that he didn't see himself while the bandages were changed. Twice
a day, the doctor
checked in.

After a week, the doctor removed the bandages and catheter and let him out of
bed. It was
time for a first shower. James was still sore and a bit sleepy from the drugs
as he walked to the
shower. He lathered up and when he reached between his legs, the reality of
the situation hit him.

"It won't do you any good to dwell on what was," the doctor told James as he
removed the
stitches. "Concentrate on what can and will be."

Within a couple of days, James started training for his new career: harem
guard.

* * *


SouthAmeriCannibalism

WARNING, PENECTOMY, TESTICLES, EXTREME / DEATH / DISMEMBERMENT

Summary: Thanks to her “exposure” on eunuch.org, CB is now a contract journalist exclusively reporting “Lifestyles of the Richly Bizarre.” This preliminary dispatch comes from a top-shelf “pony farm” somewhere in the southern hemisphere

` * * * * * `

Coke is the export. Cocks are the import.

* * * * *

Twenty-four faces. Some smiling, some laughing, some grimacing, some contorted
in so much fierce agony that only death can follow.

In fact, all 24 faces are already dead. And their distinct and disturbing
expressions are frozen for eternity.

This, in a way then, is their immortality.

They got this way because they wanted it this way. All 24 disembodied heads
are preserved in taxidermic perfection. All expressions preserve the pinnacle
of their erotic-toxic perfucktion.

* * * * *

I was blindfolded when first led into the teak-paneled chamber. I had been
blindfolded ever since I boarded the private Lear out of Rio.

I had no idea where I was, other than the ride was not long enough to have
taken me out of the continent. Based on the demeanor of the demented who met
me after my commercial flight from Toronto touched down, I assumed I was going
to be spending some quality time with the cartel crowd.

* * * * *

Light, at last. It was a dark night outside, but the teak chamber was torch-
lit throughout with flickering flames of fire.

It had that real chamber-of-horrors look. Even before I caught sight of
anything to be horrified about.

The demented left the room and clanked the big door shut behind them. I
noticed bars on the windows and I heard the door bolt slide locked, but I was
not alone in this eerie cell.

But I was the only one still alive.

It was like the most expensive and ornate museum room I had ever been in. My
24 companions were magnificently displayed along the walls and counter-height
tables. They were mounted on wood plaques with engraved gold labels.

Each had a crystal clear glass dome as their see-through coffin. Each dome had
a wooden knob on top, seeming to coax the viewer to lift the coffin lid for an
even better view.

Beneath each head was a closed wooden cabinet, but fronted in clear glass and
made as richly tasteful as the rest of the chamber.

I could see documents, photographs and videotapes in the cabinets. Some also
had assorted body parts that had also received a taxidermist’s TLC.

Hands. Nipples. Whole breasts. Cock heads. Testicle sacs. Whole cock-and-ball
statues, and beautifully erect.

If I still had one, my cock would have gone to permanent attention too.

Even without a cock though, a feeling of arousal is still strong in a place
like this. I took my time.

The cabinets were not locked. I lifted every dome and examined every document.

I noticed that there were plenty of empty domes and empty cabinets. I figured
at least 48 more could join us at these head tables.

I also noticed a darkened room off to the side, with a couple of comfortable
chairs and a big HDTV.

I watched every tape.

I learned every story.

I saw the bodies cum and the heads come off.

I saw life come and go.

I saw things other than heads come off. And usually before the life had come
and gone.

I saw the kinky taxidermists in action.

I saw beautiful naked women in face masks carving and eating cocks and balls.

I saw smiling naked men gladly having those cocks and balls wrapped tight at
the bases so they could be cooked alive.

Basted. Broiled. Boiled. Charcoal-roasted.

Sometimes those beautiful non-boneless boner stakes were even burned at the
stake.

And the faces of the meat donors always began with a smile.

And like I said before, many also ended with a smile, but the spectrum of
preserved expression ranged from ultimate happiness to ultimate horror.

Just the way they wanted it.

Their signatures were on the documents. Their begging-for-torture voices were
on tape.

* * * * *

It may have been hours, it may have been days, when the demented returned.
Time was irrelevant, I had been so absorbed with the ghoulish stories and
ghoulish souvenirs of my 24 new friends.

I wasn’t tired and was glad to find it was party time.

The rest of the mansion was just as ornate as the chamber, but it was a lot
more lively.

I was given a party menu. It listed available rooms with a full array of sex a
la carte.

I chose the roomful of naked black men with clean-shaven cocks that loved to
be sucked. I was so hungry, I needed mouthfuls of cum.

As I drained them and drank them, my own energy eventually drained and I
needed sleep.

One of the most beautiful of the black men escorted me to an elegant bedroom
with a king-size four-poster prepped and ready for us to snuggle together.

As he held me close, I felt his great cock harden again against my spooned
bare ass.

As I dozed into a blissful sleep, my lover du jour whispered in my ear.

“For breakfast, my cock is yours. I chose you for my ultimate fantasy. It will
be so wonderful to watch you cook and consume my huge cock and balls. With
your help, my smiling face will be number 25.”

* * * * *

_CB
will be
back
sometime
with
the rest of the story
and
the rest of the stories. _

* * *


Rub You Down!

Summary:
For Adult Entertainment only.

I love You and Happy Birthday to me!

` Dim the lights.

Light the candles.

Turn on the romantic music.

Break out the oils... 'cause I'm about to RUB YOU DOWN!

Humming softly to the music, I hold a bottle of oil just above the candle to
deepen it's warmth.

I look deeply into your eyes and return a teasing smile. Letting the oil run
into my hands, and rubbing them together, I allow the friction to intensify
the warmth of the oil, I lean forward to reach out with my heated touch and
place my hands flat across your shoulders. Using only my thumbs I trace upward
from shoulder blade to shoulder blade, then up the back of your neck. With
small, tight circles I increase the pressure on your relaxing muscles. I can
feel the tension drain from your body as you release first a sigh and then a
soft moan. Working my hands in a downward spiral, I use the heels of my palms
to tenderly massage your shoulders, then down the length of your spine.

Your tender skin absorbs the oils.

It is time to apply more - this time directly onto your back. You jump
slightly as the warmth of the oil startles you... and then quickly return to
the comfortable nest of the pillows resting beneath you. In time, your back is
glistening with a combination of anticipatory perspiration and oil.
I lean back, pull my hair from my face, and blow softly across your back,
sending a sensual chill up your spine.

My smile broadens as yet another soft moan escapes your lips.
I pour more oil in the small of your back, and you shiver again. My hands move
the oil over your cheeks, and between your thighs. You shiver again as my oily
hands fondle your testicles. Your scrotum tightens and squirms and softly
juggles your own nuts for you as I gently pull and tug and stretch your sack
and fondle its tender contents.

I re-oil, and concentrate on the back of your thighs. Slowly teasing my way
back to the softly flexing jewel sack. I work it some more and the soft skin
relaxes and stretches and now your 'boys' are resting on the side of the
pillow well below your hips.

I lean over, letting my hair tickle your thighs and blow on the 'boys.' They
squirm and react and your nasty little scrotum tries to pull them back into
your body. Yet the room is warm, and as I gently fondle and oil them again,
they swing low, and I see that their one eyed companion is filling and pushing
against the soft pillow.

I reach under the bed for the shiny chromed instrument....

After only a slight hesitation,I place my tongue at the base of your spine and
in one smooth motion, lick all the way up until I reach your neck, as my body
leans forward to rest upon your back. I am sure you can feel my erect nipples.

There is a loud click and the smallest of scrunches as the handles close.
This time your moan is not so subtle. And your fully erect member thrusts as
if to penetrate the pillow under your hips, while the shinny, tightly clamped,
burdizzo follows the thrusting movement of your now so small and tightened
little jewel bag. Tightly clamped to the now dying contents of your scrotum.

All is silent, except for your staggered breathing as your manhood ends.
I blow out the candles...

I love You and Happy Birthday to me!

* * *

`


Dwindling Options

Summary: The High Priest plots to end the dynasty\'s rule.

` Dwindling Options `

by Allen Baker

It wasn't until the floor started to very slowly move beneath my bare feet
that I began to discern the High Priest's diabolical intent. How long did I
have? My life was at stake. My realm was in jeopardy. And that wasn't all.

* * * * *

For centuries, my dynasty and the priests had vied for a delicate balance of
influence over our people. At various times, my ancestors had exerted the
controlling force. In other eras, it had been the priests who had pressed
themselves into influence over the people. And so our culture had swayed
between the two forces, and the overall balance achieved had propelled our
people into prominence over our neighbors. We are the dominant culture – the
rulers.

But the current High Priest who came to power during my father's rule was a
cruelly ambitious man. When y father mysteriously died leaving me, his only
son, on the throne, the High Priest outwardly smiled his blessing upon me.
Even at my young seventeen years, I had never seen a smile I distrusted more.
It has taken less than two years from my crowning to prove me correct.

Earlier today I found myself fleeing through the back stairs and halls of my
palace pursued by his guards. Where were my guards? Were they still alive? It
wasn't long before I was cornered, stripped and bound, and brought here to
this sub-cellar chamber of the temple.

He took his time coming to me, letting me contemplate my doom. The words
shouted from my lips as soon as he entered. "You won't get away with this!
Even you will not escape the wrath of the people when they learn you have
slain me!" My words dripped with rage.

He stood placidly looking down at my nudeness. Then a faint smile flickered
about the corner of his mouth as he spoke. "I have no intention of slaying
you. I'm here only to offer you choices." He nodded to the guards who quickly
pulled me to my feet. They wrestled my defenseless body to the side wall where
a short wooden ledge extended from the carved rock wall at crotch level. One
of the guards grabbed my genitals splayed them across the flat wood surface.
Another centered a large metal spikes on the head of my rod and hammered at
it. Pain flashed through me as he continued to attach me fast to the ledge.
Then he took two more spikes. I watched in horror as he attacked first the
left then the . right orb, and with the same technique nailed them fast to the
plank. With my hands still bound behind me, I had no means to protect nor
comfort my male prides.

The High Priest's final words slowly penetrated my pain. "You have choices.
You can remain here and die a slow painful death. Or you can cut yourself
free." One of his men placed a sharp blade in my hand. The High Priest grinned
as they all left.

I had just begun to maneuver the blade to cut through the rope bindings when I
felt the first movement under my feet. Looking over my shoulder, I could see
the floor inching away from the far wall. How long did I have before it
disappeared beneath my feet? What lay below? Frantically I sawed at my ropes.
Suddenly they dropped away. My hands were free!

But I was still a prisoner, held in place by very secure metal piercing my
throbbing manhood. And that's when his evil plan truly struck me. I didn't
have time to wait for the floor to reach my feet. The door arch was only
halfway along the front wall. To escape, I had only one or two minutes before
the moving floor put it out of my reach.

No time to think of plot. No time to plan or hope. Only time to act. And only
one action to take. Quickly, with fumbling fingers, I tightly tied a strand of
the rope around the base of my cock and balls. A quick glance at the door
showed I had only moments left. I watched the trembling blade as it severed me
forever from the three joys of my existence. I had leaped through the opening
and dropped in a heap in the hallway before the pain hit.

In a red blur, I realized the High Priest had devised a truly ingenious plot.
If I had died, our laws would have found he had not killed me. He also knew
that our culture accepted self-castration as an acceptable means to a celibate
life. But no castrato was allowed to reign. Either way, he figured he was
ending the dynasty, leaving a vacuum that he was all to willing to fill.

I smiled through my agonizing ache. He obviously had not learned from his
spies my closely guarded secret. I had already married and fathered a son. He
couldn't know yet, or his demented plan would have been fruitless. My son
would be declared ruler now. And I would serve as his regent until he reach
the age of manhood.

I struggled to my feet. Now to exit the temple and round up some of my
faithful soldiers. Once out, I would see that the High Priest was unmasked for
his treachery. I would exact my vengeance. I stumbled along, plotting its
means. Perhaps I would place him in the room I had just escaped. Perhaps.

* * *


Master Santino--The Arena Part 3

Summary: A night of public contests takes place with the loser(s) becomes a eunuch.

` Part 2 ends with the following. `

Titus once again stood naked in the center of the arena. “There will be a five
minute rest. Freedom Nuts--your nuts will remain tied but the hooks will be
relaxed a little. Water will also be provided.” With that, a rumble in the
walls happened and all the hooks rose a little. Titus turned and left.

Part 3.

As the break started a flurry of activity took place throughout THE ARENA. On
the top level the rich and powerful men played with the guests they had
brought or slaves provided. A few screams echoed throughout the building as
asses were plowed or balls tortured.

Master Santino was also on the move. He quickly donned a black leather jock
with silver studs and moved down to the arena floor. (Note: There is change in
the design of the arena that was described in Part 1. The Freedom Nuts are
only on three sides. Still 24 of them but the fourth side is a solid wall with
doors that open allowing entry to the floor. )

Master Santino entered the floor and went slowly around the room, inspecting
the cock and balls of each Freedom Nut. He would look into the eyes of the Nut
and then let his eyes wander down to the cock and balls on his side of the
wall. Slowly his hand would raise to cup the defenseless balls and he would
massage them a little. Some of the guys would try to pull away, some would
thrust against him, but most just accepted the hand. Many had been through
this before. Master Santino would then grip the cock, peal the foreskin back,
if necessary, and rub his finger against the cockhead. His eyes would then
rise again to look the Nut in the eye and then he would smile. It was very
unnerving to the bound boys as each one was now sure that he was one of the
ones to be enslaved this day. But as he moved on to the next cock and balls
the previous cock was hard and leaking with its owner unable to do anything
about it. At the third boy Master Santino frowned and then untied the balls
and then retied them. They had been tied a little too tight and were turning
cold. He did not want them injured this way. He also made sure that each boy
got some water to drink.

Caleb had been through this ten times. He was a regular Freedom Nut and had
not missed a night since his first. He enjoyed the action and knew that there
was no way that he would be chosen. As Master Santino cupped his balls he
thrust forward, giving even more access to his jewels. “Master Santino, Is my
luck going to continue?” He got a smile in return. “Maybe Caleb, I know the
hooks have already been set but don’t know which ones they are. However if you
aren’t chosen look me up at the party and we will see if we can’t take care of
these balls.” He handled the balls as if he were measuring them. Caleb decided
that he would not be back. Ten times was enough. That is if he survived the
night.

While this was happening the two boys from his suite had been moved down and
bound spread-eagle against the fourth wall. He would be showing the crowd what
would be the main event next time. He believed in marketing. When he was about
halfway around the Nuts, an unearthly scream resounded, cutting through the
entire arena. All eyes looked to the luxury box where the sound came from and
the eyes followed the flight of bloody balls as they were thrown from the box.
They fell to the floor and landed with a splat on the sandy floor. There was
now another eunuch in the building. There was lot of asses that clenched at
that moment and the Nut that Master Santino was inspecting at that moment
fainted. He slumped in his spot but his cock and balls stayed put. A cup of
water in his face quickly revived him and once again he got the Master Santino
smile. He nearly fainted again.

Finally he was done with the 24 Nuts and moved back to the enter of the
square. Quickly the place became quiet. “Gentlemen, please direct your
attention to the two young men bound before you. Next week at Freedom Night
these two will battle to see which one will be free and which one will be
unmanned. ” He then went over to the worker slaves and asked a couple of
questions and gave some instructions.

A eunuch went to each bound man and quickly brought each one to a full
erection. As the cocks rose the balls were exposed to all. The hands continued
to stroke the cocks. “Please pay attention. You are about to see the last cum
for these two. After they cum tonight they will not be allowed to cum until
next week and then only one of them. For one of them this will be the last
time he will shoot his cum.” The thought finally got into the head of the two
and it was but a couple of seconds that they moaned and then thrust their
cocks forward and shot their seed onto the arena floor. The crowd cheered It
was the last they would shoot and they looked longingly as the seed
disappeared into the sand. The balls from the third level new eunuch were
still on the floor and the two also looked at them. They shivered.

Caleb once again changed his mind. If he was not chosen tonight, he would be
back. He just had to see those two battle. Daniel felt ashamed that the entire
group has seen him fucked and cum was still dripping from his ass. Josh was
happy that he was in the spot he was in. No way would they take another one
from this spot. Each of the Freedom Nuts was undergoing different feeling but
all of the cocks were hard and they wished that they could stroke them. But
that would have to wait for the party afterwards.

It was now time for the main event and the two contestants were led from the
back. Master Santino made a motion with his hand and the rumble sounded in the
wall and the hooks tighened down the balls of the Freedom Nuts.

End Part 3-- Part 4 will bring Main event and the enslavement of which two of
the Freedom Nuts.

Comments and suggestions welcomed. (bigkidred@yahoo.com)

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A painful experience

Summary: THREE GIRLS CRUSH A MAN'S Testicles

A painful experience

Approximately three weeks ago had we, my colleagues and I, a training
course in South Germany.  This training course extended over three
days and was actually much exerting.  The users came from completely
Germany, did not know each other among themselves not and were male
except for three exceptions all.  I am 29 years old, of large, slim
Statur and have dark-blond, very briefly cut hair on the last day,
briefly before conclusion of the meeting, arranged we that we together
meet all still a beverage in the nearby tavern.  Only the girls did
not want to come.  Since I only on the next day leave wanted, I looked
forward already much to learn to know other colleagues from other
addresses once.  Thus we sat in Grueppchen together, maintained us and
drank also or other beer.  And there see, against eleven o'clock came
the three ladies in most omitted tendency into our restaurant and
associated without each shyness or strain with us!  One of the girls,
it is called Claudia is 25 years old and has blond, short hair, sat
down directly beside me.  Claudia carried a modern, black and very
short dress as well as kneel for a long time black boots.  Sabine, 32
years old, shoulder-long, smooth, blond hair with a slim Statur and
not surveyable sumptuous chests sat me opposite.  It carried costume
from a black, kneel-long skirt, for black jacket, white point blouse
and elegant black pumps.  Renate is 38, has darkens and is enough
brown hair and possesses a normal Statur.  It carries like Claudia
short dress however in blue and carries plateau plateau-Sandalen,
which are open.  Their toes are red painted.

The merry omittingness of the three ladies stuck on us all, so that we
had a bombige tendency.  Some time later, it was already after
midnight said good-bye gradually most colleagues.  Since I had still
already some beers intus and be enough for travel on the next day
before me had, I decided to discharge also me.  This resolution was
taken up with general regret, since by the formerly large round then
only five persons would remain remaining.  When rising the desk fell
my view of the window of Claudia, which even sat easily prevented.  I
could look it literarily up to the antinode bulge navel, which excited
me very strongly, since I was already sexually strained by the omitted
tendency and the presence of the three good-looking Mrs. eh '.  Sabine
noticed means view and the effect which it on me had.  It smiled,
pressed with both hands its sumptuous bosom gibt's more to get upward
and more sagte:"Hier ".  Which I was surprised, was very embarrassing
me and I withdrew myself quite fast.

When leaving the Schankraumes I saw from the eye angles like the three
ladies violently together tuschelten.  I had fetched myself and wanted
even at the rezeption mine room keys the elevator to my room floor to
enter, when Claudia behind me came and pressed themselves also into
the elevator.  There I was now with my desire and this pretty young
woman alone in the elevator!  I asked it whether she would have her
room on the same floor.  Claudia druckste a bischen around and said
themselves then that it me would find very sweet, I was pleasant their
and whether I do not want to drink still with it a Glae sparkling wine
on your room!  Me became schwindelig.  I could not believe at all,
what to me my ears transmitted there.  But heated up and courageously
by the alcohol I assured.

We went thus into their room, drank the sparkling wine, kissed us and
I stroked their young, stand-end and fixed chests by the dress.  It
smiled, kissed me and asked themselves, I was to undress.  In the
meantime still another bottle sparkling wine would get you.  This
direct type surprised me somewhat, but since Claudia apparently very
exactly knew which it wanted, I took me off thus completely and put on
the bed.  The room was simply however in good taste furnished, and
pleasantly indirectly lights up.  The blue, heavy
curtains were tightened.

Approximately five minutes later I heard like room door opened and
someone the space entered.  Suddenly were all three women before me
and before I could do or say something, Renate and Claudia per a leg
packed, pulled me from the bed and spread me so far her could before
Sabine.  I was complete perplex and knew neither like me occurred, nor
which I should say.  I saw its trembling bosom their blond smile high
at Sabine, saw its panties under the skirt.  " we become you an
experience prepare that you so fast again does not forget. "  she
said, and set her black ones pumps on my soft parts.  Frightened and I
saw at the same time fascinated like her mine to Penis aside shift and
the testicles in the bag with the sole and the paragraph back and
forth shift.  " which intend you? "  I ask fearfully and at the same
time fascinated.  " " Sabine says harsch and rams with the sole on my
bag.  The pain does not come first at all, then however violently.
Claudia and Renate laugh hoehnisch and hold me, while Sabine puts on
the radio.  " if it becomes louder " says it smiling and selects a
classical period sender.  It runs wagner, like suitably.  Then it
places before me and rams themselves and kickt determines dutzenmal
into my testicles.  I cry, it feel on as if me entrails was pulled
out.  When it diminishes and the pain ebbs somewhat, it plays with the
Schuhpitze with my testicles.  With the fact I see that the testicles
and the bag are already strongly swollen.

Then Sabine places itself breitbeinig over means heading, pulls up the
skirt somewhat, shifts its panties aside and sits down on my face.  "
taste times!"sagt it thereby and laugh from Renate and Claudia sounds
now to something absorbed.  My nose is its humidity into Sabines Anus
beschmiert my chin.  Sabine rides rule quite on my face.  Suddenly I
notice, how she accesses, into her fist takes my testicles and at the
same time as also changing pulls and squeezes.  That would not be so
bad actually, but the swollen testicles are now very sensitive.  My
going owl is suffocated by Sabines step.  I get almost no more air,
than she rises.  Claudia and Renate release my legs.  I am incapable
of something, look at the three women high and try to rise.  I am even
on all four, when an unbelievable footstep from the rear meets me
again into the testicles.  It was Renate, which course-step so
momentumful have.  I noticed like their toes into my testicles pressed
myself.  I much immediately again on the antinode bulge.  Suddenly I
became more aware of, how Claudia nailed my testicles first with its
left boot to the soil, and me then the long, narrow paragraph of the
right in my Anus introduced.  The three kicherten like school girls
and wanted to sink before shame in the soil.

Meanwhile the women themselves satisfied themselves.  Sabine
sagte:"Wartet times, I have a Idee!"Sie got a stool, set me on it,
placed themselves before me, pulled my face into its meanwhile naked
lap and placed their to right foot on my testicles.  " you become me
lick, to I come and zertrete I your eggegg eggs.  But beforehand again
fun is haben."Claudia and Renate knieten themselves to my pages,
satisfied themselves and began to suck alternating at my Penis.  This
scenario excited us madly.  For a long time it could not last no more
with Sabine, since wound themselves and keuchte.  By the movement it
had only the right however testicle under its foot, already rather
flat-pressed for it.  There I had a lunatic Orgasmus and squirt my
sperm into Claudias mouth.  Suddenly to through-twitch me a strong
pain.  At the same time a dull/musty, pitschendes noise sounded.
Sabine was only with its right foot on the zermahlenen remainders my
to testicles and enjoyed its Orgasmus....


castration news

Summary: castration news

Castration:

Sexually mature males are more aggressive than castrated males and
are more likely to injure themselves, other males!  Intact males
present managerial problems that may include homosexual behavior,
incest and unwanted pregnancies. There are several methods used to
castrate . One of the nonsurgical procedures uses an instrument
called a burdizzo. This procedure requires the male to be restrained
as the specially designed tool is placed on the scrotum above the
testicles and is closed, crushing the spermatic cord. This action
severs the blood supply to the testicles causing them to degenerate.
The burdizzo requires skill to use properly, the procedure is slow
and may result in only partial castration. Post-castration
discomfort or pain from the use of the burdizzo is comparable to
other castration methods.

One other nonsurgical castration procedure uses a tool known as an
elastrator. Large, strong rubber bands are slipped over the
testicles and released on the scrotum above the testicles, stopping
the blood supply to the testicles. After several weeks, the
testicles and scrotum degenerate and separate from the body. Like
the other nonsurgical procedure, failures can occur if the rubber
band breaks or is not applied properly. Post-castration discomfort
is prolonged by this method.

Surgical removal of the testicles using sharp cutting instruments
and emasculators involves opening the scrotum and removing the
testicles by severing them from the spermatic cords. Aseptic
techniques and trained personnel should be used to reduce the
possibility of post-castration bleeding or infection. Clean and well
maintained cutting instruments and emasculators should be used. The
wound should be treated with an antiseptic solution. Castration
failure is less likely to occur from this procedure than the
nonsurgical procedures because the testicles are removed at the time
of surgery. Post-castration discomfort is normally not as long as it
is when elastrators are used.

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The Stepmother

Summary: A stepmothers obsession with the Knife

` When I was eleven years of age I was fostered by Dora and Henry. The
orphanage where I lived was fine, but I was delighted to have the chance of a
new life in the countryside, Dora and Bill had a farm in Scotland. Both of
them were very kind to me and everything was fine for the first year, but then
Henry died suddenly. Things began to change after that. From the time I
arrived Dora had always insisted on bathing me, but I did not mind , I was
used to being looked after by females. As a matter of fact I quite liked it.
She would take me upstairs to the bathroom and undress me. Then she would put
me in the bath and soap me, always with her bare hands never with a cloth or
sponge. Much attention was paid to my penis and testicles. During the
procedure I would always get a erection. By the time she was finished my penis
would be standing stiff and erect. I never felt embarrassed, in fact I loved
it when she washed me between my legs. But I always felt strange afterwards,
as if something else should happen. I always wanted her to touch it again. I
did not know much about sex then, and I knew nothing about ejaculation. After
Henry died that all changed very rapidly. `

One night about a month afterwards, she took me to the bathroom. She had been
acting a little strange all day and was very quite. I could see her watching
me and had the feeling that she looking at my groin. The bathing that night
took a long time, by the time she was finished my penis was stiffer than it
had ever been. She seemed excited and agitated' Normally she would dress me
then but not this time. I was surprised when she took my hand and led me to
her own room. She closed the door behind her and sat on the bed. I was
standing nude in front of her with my penis still stiff. She put her hands on
my hips and drew me towards her. " You are so pretty " she said quietly. One
hand left my hip and gently grasped my stiff penis. It felt so good, I neither
felt embarrassed or ashamed. When she slid her hand in and grasped my
testicles I spread my legs wider for her. I could feel her fingers caressing
my sac, seperating and pinching the stones. " So big and plump " she murmured,
"just like a little boar, like a little boar who has not been cut yet. I
hardly heard what she was saying, something was happening to me . Suddenly my
penis was in her mouth and white stuff was running down her lips. The next
thing I knew I was lying on the bed with my legs open. She was beside me with
one arm around my waist. Her other hand was playing with my testicles. She was
smiling. " You have such big stones for a boy your age" she said calmly. " You
are like a little boar between your legs, a little boar before I cut him with
the knife, before I castrate him. Do you know what castraton is?.

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profile of a penectomy

Summary: A multi-part account of the important events that led to a fictionalcharacters choice to have a penectomy when he was 18.

There was something about the Ken doll that started it. He had first
seen it in the cluttered and sweaty hot upstairs of his friend
kyle’s house during one of those long summer days before sixth grade
began.  While Kyle had gone downstairs to get two gritty glasses of
koolaid and some peanut butter sandwitches, he had been left alone
in the cluttered upstairs bedroom kyle shared with his little
sister. In the corner, wearing nothing but a hawaiian shirt, lay a
shiny tan plastic Ken doll. He crawled on his stomach over to the
doll,  lying his face against the carpet, looking at Ken from the
perspective of an ant.

Boy and doll both stomach down on the carpet. He touched the dolls
heel, and then lightly traced up Ken’s legs, making gentle circles
with the pads of his fingers over Ken’s perky and tan shiny plastic
buttocks. He picked Ken up with both hands and took off his minature
yet surprisingly well fitted shirt. He held the minature plastic
hunk up before him.....saw the strong jawline...the clear blue eyes,
the well defined chest...but from the moment he saw it, he couldn’t
keep his eyes from roving back  again and again to the smooth empty
plastic crotch.

He began to feel a pinch in his own groin. When he had slithered
across the floor to Ken, he had bunched up his dusty jeans, and now
his penis was becoming hard and large again. He reached down, and
positioned his penis facing up towards his stomach. He was surprised
how hard and large it had gotten this time, and wished it would
become soft again. While he was holding Ken, he clenched his own
buttocks, and pushed his pelvis down against the carpet, trying to
squish his penis back down to size....he wasn’t sure if this would
work...but it felt good....like scratching a itch....so it was what
he did.

He heard Kyle yell up to him from downstairs. He yelled back, and
then stood up, and quickly locked himself in the hall
bathroom....still holding the Ken Doll.

He sat down on the toilet seat, and held Ken in his hands in front
of him. Ken looked like his older stepbrother David if you shaved
his body, and rubbed him with baby oil. They both had thick dark
hair, bright fresh blue eyes, a broad and powerfull back, and a
tight butt. Except, on David, he knew that there was a tiny crease
line just at the bottom of his cheeks, on the inside of his thighs,
exactly where the hem of bikini briefs would rest.

He brought Ken close to his face, and rubbed his upper lip gently
over the doll. With his nose pressed against Ken’s chest, he pressed
his toungue against the smooth plastic dollcrotch, and let it slip
between the dolls plastic muscle legs. It was then that it came to
him....what would HE look like with an empty crotch?

In a flash he stripped off his gritty boy’s jeans, and peeled the
damp teeshirt up over his head. In two steps, he was out of his
underpants and socks. He placed the Ken doll down on the basin, and
looked at himself in the full length mirror behind the door.

Unfortunately, he was very different from David, and even more
different from Ken. Before him was a 12 year old boy with only a
hint of the development and muscularity of David or the doll. He was
only 5’ even, and weighed about 105. He had light but straight blond
hair which lay flat on his head. Instead of style, his bangs had
dust and sweat. His shoulders were square and broad, but his cheast
was only modestly muscled, with only an light dip at the base of his
pecs. Instead of a deep tan, he had a dusting of freckles across his
nose and shoulders, and instead of blue, he had green eyes. When he
took a deep breath, you could see the ribs under the skin. Instead
of a smooth, shiny crotch, he had a pair of pink/purple hairless
testicles, and a rock hard bowed dick, with a shiny cherry red
helmet like glans. He had been circumcized, and when he was
completely erect, the skin on his dick was tight and increadably
sensitive to the touch. At least he was as hairless as the
doll......

He knew how to masturbate, and knew what it was for. He had secretly
watched his step-brother Dave in the shower for months now...but he
never thought he would ever want to do it. However, there was some
soft handsoap in the bathroom, and in a second, he had worked up a
warm slimy lather and began to slid his fist up and down his rock
hard shaft. While  he pumped with one hand, he held the doll in the
other, rubbing it against his cheast...against his face, licking its
smooth hairless but...and savoring  its beautiful, empty crotch...

He came so hard he thought his ears popped. His orgasm reached down
to his feet, and made him stand on his toes, his back arched, his
shoulders shivering. He sqelched a cry, by begining to cough. After
he washed off his sensitive spent dick, and wiped the sticky cum off
the mirror, he put his clothes back on. And before he left the
bathroom, he hid the Ken doll in the back of his pants....

Too many participle phrases (3) in one sentence


Busted

` I've long fantasized about castration and nullification but it never went
much beyond daydreams. The growth of the Internet, however, opened up many new
doors for me to explore. One day I stumbled across www.eunuch.org and I was
addicted! `

Being married, I always waited until my wife was away or asleep before
browsing the new stories, I carefully cleared by browser history after reading
to cover my tracks, except for that one time...

My wife had always been a bit kinky and it was no surprise to me that she
suggested one day that some bondage games might be fun. I said that it sounded
interesting and that was the last I thought of it until that night. Susan said
she had a surprise for me that evening and seductively invited me to the
bedroom. I've never been hard to get and go I eagerly went in tow. My eyes
were wide open when I went into the bedroom and say a sheet of plywood on our
bed with various holes, hooks, and cables on it. I was already getting hard...

She told me to strip and I was naked in a flash. She gently led me to the bed
and had me lie down on the board. It was a bit rough but that really just
added to the effect. Susan told me to just relax and let her get me all ready.
Carefully and erotically she took my arms one at a time and clamped a "U" bolt
over my wrists and through the board. Then another just above my elbow and a
third on each arm just below the shoulder. My heart was pounding with
excitement.

Next she started with my legs. Susan bent my knees and pushed each foot into
another "U" bolt that was a few inches out and a few inches below my hips. It
was a bit uncomfortable but had the effect of forcing my knees wide apart and
exposing my crotch. OF course, I was already quite hard. "I see you already
like this", she said.

She took a strap and hooked it around each heel so that there would be no
unauthorized foot movement. Two more straps went around my thighs just above
my knees and were attached to the edge of the board. These were tightened to
my legs were quite immobilized.

Finally, a long strap went across my hips and was tightly cinched down to
buckles on the board. I could hardly move a muscle and I was absolutely at her
mercy. But then, that was the idea!

"Comfortable?", Susan asked.

"Well, yes I guess so. Nothing really hurts", I said.

"We'll be fixing that", she said with an evil grin on her face.

She pulled a ball gag out from under the bed and shoved the ball into my
mouth. Quickly the buckle was closed and I was unable to speak a word.

"Honey, let's talk about your Internet surfing habits, shall we?", she said.
"I was using the computer a couple of weeks ago and saw what you were into.
You know, the CBT and castration stories. You don't know how I've longed for a
willing partner for this."

My eyes were popped open as wide as can be. These were just fantasies I wanted
to say. Not something I had hoped for. But how to communicate it to her now?

"Let's start with a good cleaning up, OK?", Susan said. And she started
trimming my pubic hair with some electric trimmers. Soon I had only a short
stubble remaining from the waist to my thighs. Susan then lathered my up with
shave cream and shaved my groin area. "There you go, slick as a whistle", she
said. And I could see that no spot was unshaven. "Let's have some fun, shall
we?"

Susan then pulled out a 2 gauge piercing needle and grabbed my penis. She
pressed me down to the board and rammed the needle through the head of my
penis from top to bottom. "Excellent my love. Not a whimper!!", she remarked.
Then she pushed a locking clip the same gauge as the needle in pushing the
needle out in the process. I was amazed that there was no blood. Quickly a
cable was attached to the clip and up to a pulley on the ceiling it went. Then
over to another pulley and attached to a weight. My member was pulled straight
up and stretched, I thought, to the breaking point.

"That will keep you at attention, won't it?", she said laughing.

She was right. Even if I had gone soft there would be no drooping now. Susan
took a syringe and injected me several times in the groin with xylocaine. Soon
I felt a warm sensation all over the area. She then took a scalpel and made an
incision around the base of my penis. Amazingly, I felt nothing but a slight
pressure. Then, while cutting the connective tissue she literally peeled the
skin off my penis and pulled it up above the end. She then gently cut around
the head and pulled the skin tube free and slid it up the cable. I could see
the veins and other internal parts of my penis exposed. Susan then severed my
urethra just below the head of my penis and started separating it from the
underside. Soon she had it pulled free of the shaft of my penis and was
working on it below the base. Then she cut into the bottom of my scrotum and
pulled the freed urethra down and out through the cut.

"You won't be using a urinal again, I can assure you", she said with a laugh.

Next she started probing around deep into the area around my pubic bone and
felt a twinge. Immediately the cable pulling on the end of my penis moved up a
couple of inches and it felt like it was being ripped from my body.

"Not to worry my dear. That thing can take a lot more punishment that you
think. If they came off too easily you'd see men all around without them."

Susan then worked around the area near the base of my stretched out member and
clamped off the arteries. Quickly my erection, which amazingly had endured to
this point, shrank to nothing and the cable stretched things out even further.
It looked as though my penis was at least 12 inches long now. Shen then tied
off the other vessels and make a couple more quick cuts and off it came. The
cable pulled my severed member up at least a foot before the weight came to
rest on a shelf.

"Excellent! The work is almost finished. You'll not be missing that thing and
I know you'll cherish this memory for the rest of your life!", she said.

With my penis gone, she was free to work on my testicles. The vas were already
exposed where they passed the top of the scrotum on their way into my abdomen
and she skillfully opened up each sac and pulled the testes out. She clamped
the cords and severed them.

"That's it", she remarked. "You've dreamed about it and now it's reality.
You're a genuine EUNUCH!"

The only thing left to do was close me up. She sutured the cut edge of my
scrotum to the place where the top of my penis used to be. She said that
without the testicles that the scrotum would tighten up. She also sutured the
urethra to the opening where it came out and cut the end off flush.

She gathered up the pieces of my manhood and dropped them in a jar of
formaldehyde. "Just to remind you of what you once were", she said.

* * *


Two Marines Choose Castration Final Words

Summary: Two Marines Submit to Castration Ending ContinuedBy Shawn of Dallas Texas

Two Marines Submit to Castration Ending Continued
By Shawn of Dallas Texas

Shawn leads the newly cut Marine gelding over to a chair under a shade tree.
Steves walks slowly his legs spread wide around his castration wound. Steves
sighs as he sets down and automatically spreads his gelding legs. Shawn
positions Steve and lays Steves cock on his thigh so Frank can see clearly
what has happened to Steve. Now for you Frank.

The bound Marine stud suddenly starts to fight and holler. Saying that he does
not want to be castrated. That’s a natural reaction to coming quick twice, I
say. But then whys your cock still hard as steel? Frank continues his
struggles as I walk around behind him. I squat down behind the bound Marine
and fondle his nuts. They sway in the Texas heat. Low and empty now but ready
for harvest.

I get my castration kit ready. Cleaning my knife, scalpel and emasculators. My
cock starts to rise again as I think of what is to come. I look at Franks
tight marine hole. Tasty! I stand and line my stud cock up with the bent
marines ass. I spit on his tight hole, Frank jumps as my hard cock head
nuzzles his hairy hole. I start talking gently to the bound stud just like he
is a skittish horse. Frank relaxes a bit and my cock lodges just inside him.
Suddenly all hell breaks loose as Frank slams his ass back on my stud cock.
Impaling himself. Surprised I look down to myself buried to the root in the
marines hole.

Wow! What a change. I start to ride long and hard. I am know for Cuming quick
but having been drained by Steve I settle into a long ass grinding rhythm. I
ride long and hard then short and sweet and then back to long and hard. Never
ttiring. Frank moans all the time. You like this don’t you boy? Oh yes sir
Frank grunts out between the rythmatic riding of his ass. You ready to be
gelded boy? OH DAMN YES SIR he bellows.

Then let me oblige. I pull from Franks rosebud. It pulses there in the hot sun
ready to be breed. I step back and wash off. My hard cock never wavers, just
pulses. Almost in an animalist daze I squat and take Franks balls in one hand
and my Buck knife in the other. Pulling his hairy scrotum down I lay the blade
on his sac. He pleads do it, geld me. Without blinking an eye I calmly slice
the bottom half of Franks nut sac off. He just grunts as his stud nuts tumble
out and dangle in the heat. Nice set boy. I reach for the scalpel and start
slicing into Franks left nut. Skinning his inner sac off. Suddenly the pain
kicks in and he jerks. I see his hard cock throbbing so I still know he wants
it. Can you take it boy? Yes sir he mumbles weakly. YES WHAT? Please Sir geld
me now and make me all bottom Sir. You got it Marine.

I resume cutting on Franks left nut. In a matter of minutes the marines big
left nut is skinned out and hangs 2-3 inches lower then its unskinded right
mate. I reach for the right nut and tug it out of Franks open scrotum gently
pulling down and the start skinning it out of the bound marine. Oblivious to
Franks pain. 7-8 minutes later Franks right nut hangs in the hot open air
matching its slightly bigger left nut mate. A matching set with lots of cord
and a fair bit bigger then Steves nicely sized and matched set. But no one
will ever know that Frank was a big nutted stud when I finish emasculating
him. He will be like Steve a gelding for men to fuck and drop their cum in.

I take the warm metaled emasculators up and reach for Franks big left nut and
pull it down and out away from his body. Opening the emasculator jaws wide and
settling his fragile nut cord on the sharp serrated blades. Pushing up in to
his severed scrotum with the emasculator head. I say here it comes boy. And
while he comes alive and starts to beller and struggle. The old familiar
SQUEEZE, CRUNCH. Frank bolts forward as far as the rail will let him as his
big left nut is severed. I waste little time after a slow 30 second count(the
emasculator severs as it shuts off the end of the cord) and reach for Franks
cut left nut and throw it over to Steve who blindly snags it out the air. Then
I go back and take Franks right nut and start again. Pulling down with one
hand on his nut and pushing up with the emasculators into his open bag.

Frank goes rigid and starts to ejaculate violently into the dust below him.
His last fertile load. As he reaches the end of his orgasm. I do it. I end his
days as a stud with a simple SQUEEZE and CRUNCH. Putting him squarely on the
road to being a hot gelding. I reach in and get his severed right ball. I can
not help myself with his cut nut and the emasculator in one hand I step up an
into him. Seating my stud cock in his freshly gelded ass. On contact with his
hot quaking ass I cum breeding him.

Some minutes pass as I drain physically and emotionally into Franks ass. I
shake my head as if to clear it and pull out of the geldings ass. Got to get
cleaned up then get you cleaned up and sewn up. I humm an old Texas song "The
Yellow Rose of Texas" as I get Frank cleaned and sewn up. Then the new gelding
gets 2 shots just like Steve a pain shot and a tetanus shot.

Then as I untie the new gelding Frank starts thanking me over and over for
castrating him.

(for you Steve)

Shawn

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The Near Future and New Politic.

Summary: The Near Future and New Politic.

The Near Future and New Politic.
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Well it had finally been proven beyond doubt. And verified by many research
projects.
It doesnt come as a surprise, we men have always known. But now the women have
found out.
They always knew really but couldnt prove it, until now.

Feminists have always said that the viewing of naked women/pornography was
really abuse of women.
I hesitate to use the word "rape" but thats how they viewed it. The recent
research has proven that when
a man views a naked woman he is only interested in her as a sexual object. He
isnt seeing a fellow human.
He masturbates to pictures thinking of intercourse. In fact male masturbation
using the same resoning is rape.
He may not have a physical image of a woman, but he may be viewing his recent
female acquaintenances.

The rape laws have thus recently been extended to include male masturbation
and viewing photos of naked women.
Every hetero-sexual male is thus guilty and has to turn themselves in at the
nearest police station for processing.

I was in line like every other male. I had never intended to rape a woman and
by the old definitions I hadnt.
But I wanted to repect them as did every man. I had been forced to rape by the
mere drives of my male sex organs.
My weapons of rape as they are refered to by law. I was now going to turn
these weapons into the police so I couldnt harm any more women.

Within 1 month of the new law being passed, a 100% amnesty was achieved. All
males possesing weapons of rape have turned those weapons in and they have
been appropriately destroyed.

A 100% castration rate of males has been achieved and Women for the 1st time
in history are safe from abuse by men.
And all confessed rapist males have been dis-armed by penectomy.

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Remember to Lock your doors

I had always been warned to lock my doors at night, because you may have your
valuables stolen: I should have listend.

It was late one night I had been asleep for a couple of hours when I thought I
heard the back door of the house being opened. _I must be dreaming_ I thought.
I started to drift of to sleep again when I had the sensation of someone
standing over me. I opened my eyes just as a hand grabbed my throat in vice
like grip an another grab my balls through my boxer shorts.

"Hello" a silky female voice said.

I opened my mouth to protest when a cloth was shoved in it.

"That should keep you quiet, now don't move" she said and to emphasise the
point she viciously squeezed my balls.

I couldn't have moved if I had wanted to. The pain was excruciating.

I felt like I was about to vomit.

I felt the my hands and feet being tied to each post of my bed.

_Great! I'm being robbed_ , I thought, with my gut still clenching in nautious
pain.

"There you're all tied up. I am now going to proceed to take your valuable
jewels" the dark female shadow said saucily.

What jewels, I don't own any jewels, I thought, little did I know.

I felt her slowly pull my boxer shorts down as far as my spread legs would
allow.

What the hell,

"Now should I give you one last cum, no I think not"

Realisation finally dawned on me..... oh no!

I felt her grab my aching balls and start to massage them. My cock started to
rise.

"Ah good, I always like a standing ovation" she said and pulled my balls away
from my body. "Say goodbye to them."

I felt a searing pain at the base of my scrotum. _My balls........_

"Thanks and don't worry I've already called for the ambulance, so you
shouldn't bleed to death, Eunuch," She said and left.

I heard the long wail of the ambulance as I passed out.

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