A father’s wrath - A castration story based on the story by Nathan with an epilogue by me
Ayzintion City – A Father’s Wrath -
This story forms yet another tale in the series that has come to be known as Ayzintion City. The series is written in such a way that it doesn’t really matter which story you read first, yet even so, they all form the tale and they are all written about the same, magical place that is found only in my mind. As a reminder, Ayzintion City is a place like no other place on earth. It is city where the slave traders come, and the slave buyers come, and the entire city with its ancient buildings and associated businesses are all linked to the trade. It is a place where the Eastern Province and the Southern Province converge, and sometimes the slave auctions will trade as many as a thousand boys in a single week. Ayzintion City has existed since the first maps were drawn, and while it is well known among those that deal in human flesh it is almost unheard of outside of that elite circle. The city is hidden in the mountains, and it is surrounded by water and deep ravines. Unless you know the way into the city, you would never be able to find it. The majority of all slave trading that is done has its roots to Ayzintion, and if you are interested in buying or selling or you need to find a boy to own it is there that you will be drawn.
I am not proud of it, not anymore, but at the time they had angered me and so I had them nutted. It only took a nod from the council to have them tied over the rail, and the knife that took their balls did its trick in a blink of an eye and it was done so quickly and so matter-of-factly that it just did not seem all that big of a deal to me until well after it was over. And I suppose, in a city where hundreds of men are castrated in a week, and on occasion in a single day, it wasn’t all that unusual either. No, not in the big scheme of things, but nevertheless to the two boys that struggled against the ropes that bound them to the rail and who jerked their hips as the knife unmanned them, to them it was far more significant an occasion and one I suppose they will never forget.
The two youth were seventeen and nineteen, respectively, not that different I suppose from any other normal boys of that same age. They were both adolescents in their sexual prime where their perfect sculptured bodies were ripped with toned muscles. They both had flat stomachs and ripped abs, and they were each sprouting through the last stages of puberty, well into manhood and clearly ready for fucking. From my perspective at the time, their entire bodies were ripe for it, eager even, and their firm cocks and heavy balls were clearly designed so to spurt their seed deep into a waiting vagina and pass their genes to another generation.
The younger of the two was blond, with bright blue eyes that seemed to sparkle. He was well into adulthood, but still he reminded me of a kid in a lot of ways. He had that clean cut appearance, with short hair and a baby-smooth face that made him look even younger. On his cheeks a light fuzz glistened in the sunlight, and his small coin-sized nipples were pointed and firm. Although he was seventeen, he was totally smooth of hair on his body, except for the little patch of pubic hair that was confined to a small area just above his cock, and of course the twin patches of darker blond that adorned his armpits. His pubic patch was quite sparse actually, and was more of what you might expect to see on a lad of fourteen or so, rather than that of a seventeen year old. It clearly did not have the thickness of an adult and yet in spite of all of that when I did have the opportunity to see him naked his man-pole was fully grown and rock hard and extremely eager, the way it is on an older teen who is preparing to mount his first woman.
The Slavic teenager was totally different, and at nineteen, he was far more of a man. He was dark haired, with a moderate length to it that covered his ears and bangs that partially hid his eyes. Still, he peered outward with a deep set of eyes that seemed to glisten as he looked around. He would toss his hair with a flick of his head, and he had a big cocky grin on his face most of the time. Unlike the younger boy, his face had the barest beginnings of a beard as well, and whenever I saw him he was usually in need of a shave. He was definitely a boy who was deep into manhood, and he had even started to sprout a few strands of chest hair between his nipples. Up until he lost his balls, he was a male with a body going places. Unlike the seventeen year old blond, he had a thick bush of pubic hair above his prickle and a pronounced line of black hair that ran up from his cock all the way to his navel, along with another nest of hair that surrounded his hole and adorned his inner thighs. As for a pole, his cock was thick the way it is on an older man, and his big boner jutted upward away from his body at a forty-five degree angle.
The last time I saw it, as he was being castrated, the big purple head of it was something I’ll never forget. It was engorged and pulsating, the single eye dripping with his pre-cum, and I’ll be ever-thankful that it did not find its way into the depths of my daughter’s vagina. He had one of the biggest and proudest cocks I’ve ever seen on any male, and his balls were equally impressive. His deep brown eyes had a young look to them though, and to me they seemed to shine. I can remember that I liked his eyes, and I’ll never forget them either as they stared at me when the knife was taking his balls. Then, they were wide open and begging, and I’ll also never forget the way his massive eight-inch rod jutted upward, rock hard and stiff and oh-so eager, or the fatness of his big scrotum, with his two hen sized balls stuffed inside. Yes, he had a big cock and a big set of balls, and yet even so it was not difficult to take them and the knife had no problem in doing it when the time came to steal them from him.
I think looking back on it, it was of course the wrong thing to have done, but when you are a father of a young girl and trying to protect her I was not overly concerned about their manhood or their right to carry their balls between their legs. I knew of course that they weren’t slaves, and in reality all they did was flirt with her, but even so their intentions were clear to me and it was those intentions that cost them their stones. Still, I know clearly looking back on it that neither of them deserved to be castrated, at least not when I did it. The truth is that they were in reality just normal boys interested in a young woman, and yet the woman they wanted was my daughter and so it was done and it was I that made it happen.
The seventeen-year-old blond boy was named Johannes, and he took a fancy to my daughter and had been chasing her in a way since I had known him as a boy. He had lived near us since he was nine, and so I had watched him grow up and I knew his parents. As the boy’s balls started to mature his interest grew exponentially, and after his voice changed he was always calling on her, showing up at our home regularly and talking with her. His parents were laborers, and I had no contact with them, and from my perspective our families had nothing in common. The boy clearly should have known his place, but perhaps he did not see me as a threat because I knew him and he knew me and so I think that is why he assumed that he could do as he pleased.
Nevertheless, he was a common boy from a common family, and I did not trust him. I kept a keen eye on him, but since my wife had died several years before it was not easy to watch everything at all times. I knew he liked her, and she liked him, and while he was always nice and polite to me even so as a father I clearly could see his intentions and so after he started his trip through puberty I never let him out of my sight with my daughter. Even so, I caught him more than once with a boner in his pants talking to her, and nothing will get a father’s attention faster than to see a boy with a boner chasing his little girl. From my perspective, his manhood was clearly stirred by her proximity, and I had seen it happen on enough occasions to know that I could not trust him. I’m not stupid, and because of the teenage cock he carried and the balls I knew he had, I was never comfortable when he was seeing her even though I had known him since he was a young boy.
The nineteen-year-old Slavic’s name was Gregory, and he was new on the scene. While I had only known him for a short time nevertheless he too liked my daughter and that was clearly obvious from the way he acted when in her presence. He was a recent interest of hers, and my daughter clearly liked being with him and I disapproved of the way she would tease him. At almost twenty he was much older than her, and I knew as soon as I saw him that he wanted to fuck her, and just watching the lust in his eyes was enough for me to know his intentions.
The two boys started showing up near my daughter more and more often, at different times and in different places, and each of them found ways to meet my young daughter when I was not around. Of course, Johannes lived nearby so it was easy for him to know when I was away, and he would often drop over at our house and he was there on most weekends. The Slavic boy I saw much less often, but his interest in some ways was keener, and I know he hung around my daughter’s school to be with her at the days end. My barely turned sixteen-year-old daughter was clearly enthralled with both of them, and she seemed to enjoy the way they both were attracted to her and vying for her attention. Perhaps she thought it was a game? One thing is certain. She definitely relished the way they looked at her, and I caught her more than once flirting with them and flaunting her female attributes in obvious ways just to gain their attention.
Her tits were perky at that age, not all that large but firm and with a definite uplift, and she seemed to select provocative clothing in spite of my demands for her to choose otherwise. She wore one bra of leather that barely covered her nipples, and just seeing her in it generated my anger, and she had a pair of shorts that barely covered her thighs. She was rebellious, with a mind of her own, and like her mother, she only half-listened to me, and the boys obviously relished the outfits she would wear and would stare at her in ways I hated. If she had been more responsible, or older, then perhaps I’d have let them keep their balls, but as it was her actions increased my concerns a thousand times over. From the way things were going, it was clear that before too long at least one of the boys would be sliding his cock between her legs and taking her cherry.
I tried to get them to stop talking to her, but while they both nodded their heads and told me what I wanted to hear, invariable I would catch them again with my daughter. To me it even seemed that they had no respect for my authority, and it was obvious to me that they had no intention to stop seeking what they clearly wanted. Almost to emphasize that point, one afternoon when I had taken my daughter into the city market to purchase some supplies, I left her at a small café while I purchased some tools. When I went to pick her up she was with the Slavic boy, and I caught Gregory red-handed hugging her tightly, his lips locked with hers and their tongues intertwined, his hips pressed into her as they embraced. I was stunned, and when I yelled at him he had pulled away, and apologized as well, but even so the boner in his pants made it all too obvious that his apology was not sincere. His pants had jutted outwards as if they contained a huge iron rod! Boy that had made me angry!
To top off that day, shortly after we arrived home Johannes came over as well, also planning to see her and needless to say I was not in the mood for him to be there. After that day I forbade either of them to come near my daughter ever again, or near my home either. But even as I gave them my edict, I knew they would find other opportunities and I was fairly certain they were not going to listen to me. I talked to Johannes father as well, and told him flat out to keep his son away from my daughter, but as it turned out that too had no affect. Of course, I also went to my daughter and tried to warn her of their intentions. But she refused to listen and told me that I had no idea what I was talking about and she demanded I stay out of her business. I felt powerless and it was not a good feeling!
The three teenagers were clearly moving rapidly in a direction I could not allow to continue, and yet there was nothing I could do. I was so frustrated! With each day that passed their mutual attraction seemed to grow closer and more obvious, and I knew that unless something intervened the inevitable would certainly take place sooner than later. Just the thought of my unwed and underage daughter pregnant, her belly protruding with a bastard child, riled my anger to a degree that is hard to describe.
Then, one afternoon it all came to a head and I had the opportunity to fix the problem once and for all and so I did what it was that had to be done. I had left for the city, with the intention to be gone most of the day, because I had volunteered to help in the slave yards and there was a major sale and lots of slaves being put to the knife that day. It was called “RAIL DAY”, named for the method of castration that was used, and everything was discounted and the yards were busy. I always like a good nutting, and when the cuttings are being discounted there is an opportunity to watch a lot of slaves being unmanned one after the other. So, I left for town, eager perhaps to help with the action and to watch what would be done.
But on a whim, I didn’t stay. Sure, I watched two young boys get nutted one after the other, and listing to them buck and squirm and grunt while the knife took their balls was exciting, as it always is. Yet even so as the last of the pair was shooting his spunk and the knife was taking his balls I suddenly had the thought that my daughter was alone, and she no doubt had told others where I had gone and when I would return. It was while I was watching that teenage slave boy ejaculate his load that I started to have a premonition that those two boys might use the opportunity of my absence to seek her out, and so I left early and returned home.
As it turned out, my hunch was correct. While I think I half expected one of them to be there, as it turned out both boys were at my house. That surprised me, and I was even more surprised to see them fighting, and it was a serious bout too. As I came into my foyer they were hitting each other hard with closed fists and pounding on each other with an intensity that was almost surreal. My daughter was screaming at them to stop, but they paid no need, and instead just attacked each other with a vengeance, knocking over an oil lamp and smashing into the wall. The Slavic boy gave Johannes a stiff upper cut that sent him flying, and he crashed into an end table and knocked it over, shattering a vase in the process. He bounced back though, and the look of hatred and anger on his face is one I’ll never forget. It was almost as if they were trying to kill one another, and the hatred and anger on their faces was so intense I’m not sure how things would have gone had I not intervened. It was a hell of a fight between two very jealous teenage boys, and I let it go long enough to know for certain what it was all about. As they fought each other, they yelled out at each other too, each claiming that my daughter was ‘theirs’ and warning the other to “leave her alone.”
I knew right then that their priorities in life needed to be changed, and their mutual desire to fuck my daughter was crystal clear at that point, and something I could no longer ignore. They were right there, in front of me, out of control in my home and wrecking the house as they fought each other. It was time, and I was smart enough to take advantage of the opportunity. Luckily, I have four slaves that work the gardens, and they are big eunuchs and are very loyal to me. They have strong bodies from doing the field work, and being older their bigger frames were more than enough to handle the situation. As it was, it was an easy matter to summon them, and after that it was not that difficult to stop things from continuing.
It was a relative easy matter for my eunuch slaves to pull the two teenage boys apart, and once that was done I had them bound, their arms tied behind their backs and their ankles tied as well, so that their ankles and wrists were bound together, effectively hog-tying them. Initially, as they were pulled apart they were just glaring at each other, but then as they were held down and the knots were being made they started to fight the process, and at that point their priorities started to change. You could tell they were surprised at what was being done to them, and normally, a eunuch slave would never lay a hand on a free boy, and so they had no idea why they were daring to do so. Then, they saw me, and at that point the expression on their faces changed.
I’ll never forget their look then, as they perhaps started to realize the danger they both faced. Clearly, up until that moment my daughter had been the only thing on their minds, but it was obvious I was so angry with them and what they each clearly wanted to do to her that they knew they were in deep trouble. I watched as they struggled, but my big eunuchs are powerful and strong, and it was not all that difficult for them to complete the ties and secure the two boys side by side. Bound tightly, the teenagers started to figure things out, and that’s when they both tried to apologize. But it was far too late for that, and I was not listening at that point, and then my voice broke and I started yelling at them and after that they knew beyond any doubt that they were in very serious trouble.
“I’ve had enough of you two! I have warned each of you to stay away from my home and to leave my daughter alone, but you have chosen to ignore my demands. I leave her alone for less than three hours in my own home and you two come here, without an invitation from me, and clearly against my orders for you to do otherwise. Then you fight over her like two schoolboys, your hard dicks in your pants thinking for you and clouding your minds. Look at the mess you have made of my home! Clearly you cannot control your emotions and are fighting each other like wild animals in rut, almost as if she is just some object for you to mount and to fuck. So be it! You’re both thinking with your dicks, and not your minds! Well, if sex is what you want, then I’ll make sure you both get all you want of it. But mark my words, by the end of this day, I promise you both that my daughter’s pussy will be the last thing on this earth that either of you will be interested in.”
Johannes face went white, and the Slavic boy’s eyes went wide. I think then they sensed the danger, if they had not before, and at that point they each tried to beg then but I wasn’t listening to them anymore, and in fact I left them there with my eunuchs watching them, and without giving them the opportunity to say much of anything. I didn’t see them again for a little over two hours, as it took me that long to contact my friends on the council and get approval to have them nutted. As it turned out it was not all that difficult, as I have many friends on the council, and these two did not have particularly powerful parents and in the end the truth was that their balls were not all that important.
Powerful men have friends in powerful places, and I was a powerful man, and so once I explained my worries about them and the fears that I had, and the edict that I had given them and which they had broken, then I was given the approval to steal their stones. Still, there were concerns, and I knew it could get difficult, especially if their parents found out before it was done. Nutting a slave is easy, and can be done on a whim. But cutting the balls off of a free boy is another matter altogether, and permission given could also be taken away. Consequently, as soon as I had the approval to have them nutted, I didn’t hesitate, as I wanted it done before someone changed their mind or intervened on their behalf. I knew too that once their scrotums were empty, I would not have to worry about their advances toward my daughter, and what happened to them after that was not of my concern.
I had made them a promise though, and if sex is what they wanted then I was going to give it to them. Of course, I had no intention of letting them fuck my daughter, or any other pussy for that matter. It bothered me that they wanted to push their cocks into her hole, shoving their poles deep inside of her young vagina like some barnyard animal. Just the thought of a thrusting cock sliding in and out of my baby girl made my blood boil, and so I felt it was only appropriate to give them the experience they had planned for my teenage daughter.
As for their castrations, I for sure didn’t want them done on a public table, because I didn’t want questions raised or their castrations interfered with. Consequently, while I was in town I called on another friend of mine, and with his help I set up their castrations to be done at the City Youth Academy, a place where the city’s troubled young offenders are typically held for incarceration. At any give time there are probably fifty to a hundred boys inside, for various crimes, and most of the inmates held there are 15 to 19, and their sentences are typically a year or two in length.
Sometimes the worst of them are nutted, and the Academy certainly has a place to do it, but when that is done the castrated inmate is then removed, and so consequently all of the inmates being held there still have their balls. The Academy is a hard place, and the inmates are whipped regularly, and paddled on occasion when they need to be brought under control. It’s not a fun place for a teenage boy to be, and once inside, they are forced to live very regimented lives, and like any teenage boy who is unable to find sex they are typically eager and frustrated in a very short period of time. Of course, within the bars of their cells their lives are strictly controlled, and there are no women for them to mount, and no eunuchs for them to gain their relief from either. Consequently, if you were trying to find more sexually frustrated or eager young men, you could not find a better place or more willing participants to teach the lesson I wanted to be taught.
Once I had the place to unman them figured out, I needed to find a cutter. I have a lot of connections in the slave yards, so hiring the cutter was easy. On Rail Day the yards were crowded and in full swing, and it was not all that difficult to find a surplus cutter willing to make some extra money for a few minutes of easy work. Having made the arrangements, and obtained the necessary approvals from my friends on the council, I returned home and had the two bound boys loaded into the wagon, and then with my eunuchs we brought them to the Academy so they could be castrated. By then they were begging, but they still had no idea what was in store for them. I think they were expecting a whipping, as the lash is a common method of punishment and they knew they deserved it. From their reference point as non-slaves, I’m sure that’s all that they expected though. They were mentally prepared to have their bare bottoms thrashed with a whip until they were bleeding. Of course, as free men they never even considered that their balls might be in danger, and I’m pretty sure neither of them had even considered that as a possibility. Consequently, I felt I needed to tell them, because I think a man deserves to know it before he is tied down with his legs spread and he is losing his balls to the knife.
The boys tried to talk to me, and I knew they would say anything and everything to try and better their situation. Sure enough, as they bounced in the back of the wagon, they apologized and they begged, and they even admitted they deserved to be whipped. But no matter what they said, I totally ignored them. But as we pulled up to the City Youth Academy and Gregory saw the sign he thought he was going to be interned there on top of a whipping, and that was something he had not considered. The place has a reputation of harshness and is feared by every boy in the city, and when he saw where he was he started to struggle. As he fought the ropes that held him, he called out to me, begging me with a renewed desperation: “Sir, Oh please, please don’t put us in here! I know you are angry, and I’m sorry. I am! Please man, whip us if you must! But not the prison! You can’t do this! Please.”
When I did not respond to him, he then tried a different angle: “My father will never allow you to lock us up at the Academy—we haven’t even been to trial! You have no right to incarcerate us! All we did was fight each other! We didn’t do anything to your daughter! You can’t do this! You can’t!”
As the wagon came to a stop, I turned and looked at the two tied up boys, and then I said very slowly: “Ahhhh, don’t be too certain what I can and cannot do. But don’t worry, you aren’t being incarcerated. And, I’m not even going to whip you. But, the truth is, I’m done with you. I’m tired of the way you have chased my daughter, and I’m tired of seeing you around her, and tired of the lust you carry between your legs. The truth is you and I both know that what you really wanted was to have sex, and there is no doubt what-so-ever that your plans include fucking my daughter, even when I told you to leave her alone. Well, here you will get all the sex you want, and more. And as for your desire to fuck my girl, that I’m about to take care of that once and for all. As I promised you, by the time this day is done, my daughter’s pussy will be the last thing on this earth that either of you will be interested in. I am a man of my word, and I’ve given you a promise and it’s a promise I intend to keep. But unfortunately for the two of you, in order to keep it, I’m going to have to have you both castrated.”
The look on their faces as I said the last word is something I will never forget. I think they were in total disbelief, and that possibility hadn’t even entered into their minds. Johannes spoke up then, his voice cracking like it does on a thirteen year old, and I almost laughed.
“NO! NO WAY! YOU CAN’T THAT!”
Gregory said even more forcefully: “OH GOD…OH NO! DON’T CASATRATE ME! YOU CAN’T DO THAT!”
For an answer to them I said: “Well, you’re wrong. And, in just a couple of minutes, you’re both gonna be neutered nothings. Your days of being a man are about to be over.”
Then, I got up off the wagon, and headed inside to make the final arrangements to get it done. As I did the two boys panicked then, and started struggling against the ropes with a renewed desperation. In fact, I’ve never seen two teenagers fight harder against their bonds. Suddenly, their priorities had totally changed. My daughter was no longer important, and even their anger towards one another seemed insignificant. Instead, there was suddenly nothing else in their life that mattered more than keeping their balls, and now they were desperate to save what they had always just taken for granted. Of course, at that point they were well tied, and there was nothing they could do but just live through the experience I had arranged for them. Their eyes were wide with fear, but by that time I could have cared less.
From my perspective the Academy was the perfect place for these two teenagers to be nutted. When castrations are performed there, which is a very rare thing, they are done in a large cell within the compound, and the inmates are invited to peer through the bars and watch it being done. I’m always amazed at how much another male enjoys watching a castration, as long as it is not his own balls being taken. As it was, the interned youth were in a frenzy, yelling and laughing as they watched the two boys lose their balls.
I let my eunuch slaves drag the two boys into the academy, while I went to the superintendent and made the necessary payments. By the time I reached the cell where they were going to be castrated the Slavic teenager was already tied down, stripped of his clothing and struggling against the ropes that bound him. His legs were spread and he was tied down over a wooden beam, which was mounted on a pair of heavy trestles to hold it securely in place. His wrists were lashed together and tied to an iron peg imbedded in the floor, and there was nothing he could do to free himself. The beam he was tied over was about eight feet long, and there was plenty of room for the two to be done side by side. As I arrived his naked ass was jutting up in the air, his spread legs making an inverted “V” and exposing his hole and his big scrotum that was stuffed with his balls. Everything that made him a man was clearly in view, and ripe for the taking. His big cock was rock hard and jutting beneath him, his twin fat balls stuffed within his scrotum and the entire bag up tight and firm. He was arching his back and when he saw me his eyes went wide, but his mouth had already been stuffed with a rag so his muffled words were lost to me. I didn’t care what he had to say anyway, and as far as I was concerned the sooner his balls were stolen from him the happier I would be.
I said then: “Let’s get him done, and then the blond next. I want them both nutted, and let’s not waste time in making it so.”
The cutter I had hired was a man in is thirties, and I had seen his work before and there was no doubt that he knows how to take the stones from a boy. In fact, it took him only seconds to bind the boy’s bag with a leather tie, and as he jerked tight the knot the nineteen year old arched his back and grunted, and then he lifted his ass upward, almost shoving his big scrotum back toward the cutter, as if he was eager to be castrated. Of course, it was the pain from the tie that made him jerk and twist and struggle, and he shook his head side to side, and jerked with all his strength against the ropes that held his legs apart and his arms spread wide. The tufts of hair under his armpits were wet with sweat, and his cock bounced and jutted as the cutter hefted his balls and felt for the twin orbs within his sack.
Before he was done the blond boy was tied right next to his side, and he fought hard as they dragged him to the rail and tied him down for his nutting. It didn’t take all that long and then he too was secured over the same square beam and his arms tied out in front of him to a peg that had been pounded into the wooden floor. He was jerking and thrashing, and his eyes were wide with panic. He sure didn’t want to be nutted!
The cutter laughed, and then hefted the balls of the Slavic boy, and as he did so the blond boy turned his head so that he was watching the boy next to him as his tied bullocks were about be stolen. You would think he would have had some satisfaction in watching it being done, especially when you think of the way they had fought each other earlier in the day, but he did not, and I can only guess that it was the fear of his own pending castration that kept him from enjoying the castration of the boy who had been his rival. No, instead of enjoying what he was seeing, he was struggling in his own bonds, and also yelling into his gag, trying to catch my attention even as the cutter was working on the boy next him. Frankly, I could have cared less.
On the other side of the bars the incarcerated youth were cheering, clearly excited to be watching and they were yelling out their eagerness.
“Take their balls! Yeah…steal those stones!”
“Boy, look at that ass! The Slavic sure doesn’t like losing his balls!” laughed another.
“NUT THEM!” yelled another.
“CUT OFF THEIR BALLS!” yelled a chorus of teenagers.
“NUT HIM SO I CAN FUCK HIM!” yelled a freckled face teenager.
The cutter ignored the taunting, and just positioned the point of his knife against the side of the Slavic’s big scrotum, and then he looked up at me and asked “Do you want him done fast, or slow? I can do one ball at a time, and set a good example for those watching, or if you would prefer I can take them both at once. It all depends on how much misery you want him to experience. It’s less traumatic if I take them both at the same time, but if you are trying to teach a lesson it might be better learned if I steal the boy’s stones one after the other.”
I said: “Ah..I don’t care how you nut them. Just get them done! Their balls make their cocks eager, and they have been anxious to experience the act of fucking. I’d like to end their eagerness, both for pussy, and for fucking.”
The cutter looked at me, and smiled, and then he looked down at the Slavic and said: “Sorry boy, but your days of pussy chasing are over.”
As he said the last word, he pushed the knife in deep, and then with a single twisting motion he seemed to just fillet open the backside of the nineteen year old’s scrotum, and as he did he squeezed his fist and pushed the boys balls out through the slit he had made with a well-practiced motion. He did it without effort, and he made it look extremely simple, clearly something he had done a thousand times before. It wasn’t the cut though that I remember. No, what I remember was as he made the slice that opened the Slavic teenager’s bag, the boy ejaculated.
He seemed to cum in huge spurts, his pent up seed now going wasted on the floor beneath the rail, and as I watched him shooting his seed I was thankful it was not being deposited into my daughter’s young pussy. Instead he shot it in lines of jism onto the floor, and as it landed on the cell floor those watching laughed at him as he squirted. He seemed to shoot and shoot and shoot, and yet even so as he ejaculated, the cutter moved his wrist again and the knife took the Slavic’s balls with a single movement, and after that it was done and the boy was nutted, his bag totally empty. The interesting thing was that as it was done his cock finished spurting the last of his seed, and I had the thought it was the end of his sperm forever more. His final load was a huge wad, and it had even formed a small puddle, which somehow seemed appropriate to me that it was all wasted on the floor beneath his legs.
After his castration the Slavic boy collapsed over the rail, all the fight gone out of him with the taking of his balls. I suppose there was nothing left to fight for. In any event, he just lay slumped over the rail, totally defeated, his legs still tied wide apart and his empty scrotum hanging down emphasizing to everyone what he had lost.
A few seconds later the cutter moved to the blond, and as he tied his scrotum the boy screamed into the rag in his mouth, and his entire body shuddered. He sure didn’t like getting his balls tied! Once it was done he jerked and struggled with a desperation that is hard to describe, pulling against the ropes with all the strength that he had. For the teens that were watching it was quite a show, and they seemed to relish in watching the youth’s desperation. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone struggle quite like that, and perhaps no man struggles harder than one losing his balls, especially one who feels you have no right to take them. Of course, it didn’t make any difference, and the boys watching seemed to become even more eager as they watched the youth jerk and twist. They were obviously anxious, anxious to watch him lose his balls, and anxious for the opportunity to mount his hole that they had been told would follow.
Of course, the reason for their eagerness was not hard to understand. The imprisoned teenagers inside were not allowed to fuck one another, or any male with balls for that matter, and their opportunities to even masturbate were controlled to a large degree. Needless to say, they were some horny young males! Of course, that was part of their punishment. However, on occasion a eunuch was offered to them as a reward for good behavior, and so those rare opportunities were always greeted eagerly. While mounting a man is a crime, the hole of a eunuch is another story, and a eunuch’s hole is fair game and every single one of them knew it. So, as they cheered and yelled and watched, one by one each of them sprouted an erection and their anticipation grew to an intense feverish level.
The cutter hefted Johannes scrotum, feeling out the individual stones, and as he was doing that he said: “Get ready boy—I’m about to take your balls. Your days of fucking pussy are over.”
Then, the cutter set the point of his knife up against the boy’s scrotum, and as he did Johannas arched his back and thrust forward with his hips. His eyes were wide open, and he was pulling against the ropes with every muscle he had. He jerked his head back and forth, desperately struggling to stop what was unstoppable. His cock was rock hard, and jutting parallel to his belly, jutting between his legs as the cutter held the knife against his balls. Then, with a flick of the wrist, the cutter moved the knife and it sliced open the back of the blond boy’s scrotum in an instant. As it happened, he too ejaculated, his load of cream jetting out of his young cock in spurt after spurt after spurt. I was staring right into his eyes as he squirted, and he looked at me as he shot his wad and wasted his seed, shooting it out into a puddle beneath his legs. As I watched him shoot his last load of living seed I was just thankful that it had not ended up making my daughter pregnant.
After he had finished ejaculating, the cutter squeezed his scrotum then, and his two balls were pushed out through the slit he had made, and then the knife blade was set against the exposed orbs that were the essence of his manhood. I relished that moment, between him being a boy and not, of having balls and being ball-less. It was only a second, but it was a memory I will cherish, and as I stared into his eyes he and I understood one another. Time seemed to stand still, with the knife up against his exposed testicles, the moment between being a man shooting sperm and a sexless nothing only an instant apart. I winked at him then, and as I did the cutter took his balls with a movement of his wrist and after that it was done. He did it without any comment, and as he moved the knife and effortlessly sliced off the teenager’s balls the boy arched his back and shoved his buttocks forward once again, almost as if he was trying desperately to fuck something, anything even, even if it was only the wooden rail he was tied over. His cock made a couple more spasms as he was nutted, and there was one last final spurt of cream which landed at my feet, and after that then he too was done.
The cutter slapped Johannes on his bare ass, and then reached out and gave his spent cock a couple of pulls, just because he could. It was already starting to lose its stiffness, and as I looked at it the cutter handed me the two sets of severed balls. They were warm to the touch, and as I looked at the four orbs it seemed hard to fathom how they could fill young men with lust the way that they had. The balls from the two boys were very different. The Slavic’s nuts were big, each almost the size of a hen’s egg, while the blond boy’s nuts were smaller and much less mature. Still, those four individual balls had defined the manhood of the two males, and as I looked at the neutered boys who had carried them all their lives, I had the thought that these two were better off without them filling their scrotums.
As I was staring at the severed balls of the two newly-made eunuchs, they began to slowly cool in my hand. It was an interesting feeling, as those boy’s balls literally died while I watched. As it was happening, one of the reformatory guards placed a clay pot of warm oil next to the castrated youths. I was standing directly in front of the two neutered teenagers, and so I let them get a good look at their balls that they no longer carried between their legs. And then, as they both stared at the nuts that had been stolen from them, I looked them in the eye and said: “You chased my daughter when I told you not to. All you wanted to do was to fuck her. Well, I promised both of you that you would get your chance for a fuck today. I hope you enjoy it. I really hope you do. To a father of a young girl, a boy’s stiff cock is nothing but a weapon, and letting you stab my daughter with yours was something I could not allow to happen. Perhaps you will understand my perspective once you feel another boy’s cock pounding like a piston deep inside of you.”
With those words their eyes both went wide open once again, and they both started to struggle almost as hard as they had when they still had balls, pulling against their restraints and shaking the beam over which they were tied with a new desperation. I smiled at them, and then I nodded, and the big cell door was opened, and the boys tied down started to struggle even harder. There was then this rush of young men each eager to shoot their own wads, and they didn’t hesitate to take advantage of the opportunity. There was a red-headed youth leading the pack, and he pulled down his pants and lowered his leather thong in less than an instant. His young cock jutted upward, growing out of his patch of red pubic hair like a tree juts from the ground. I watched him dip his hand into the clay pot of warmed oil, and then he slid his oil-soaked fist along the length of his seven-inch shaft, oiling it up until it too was glistening.
It was only a few seconds after that that each of the two newly made eunuchs who had wanted my daughter were instead feeling a hard greased cock sliding up their ass, and as they each took a teenage pole deep in their rectums they grunted, their eyes wide with disbelief at the feeling. I couldn’t help but laugh.
Johannes stared at me as he was impaled by the red headed teenager, and I had the thought that only hours before he had been thinking of nothing but having his first fuck, and it had been my daughter that had been the object of his dreams. But instead, the blond boy’s first fuck was from another eager teenage boy, not all that different than himself. The boy who was fucking him was probably fifteen or sixteen, and that boy’s freckled face was grinning as he pounded his cock in the ass of the boy beneath him. His balls were hanging down, and as he thrust with his hips his swinging nuts slapped up against the very spot where Johannes own balls had been recently hanging.
The Slavic was also taking a cock up his ass, and the boy fucking him was German, and of similar age and stature. As I watched somehow that seemed so appropriate. The big teen was driving his rod in deep and fast, shoving it in with such force that the entire rail the boys were tied to was shaking. I liked watching Gregory being pounded hard and fast and as he grunted I savored the view, knowing his own cock would never find my daughter’s hole. He sure didn’t like feeling a cock inside of him! I didn’t care, and the boy fucking was going in all the way to his balls with every single thrust of his hips. Behind the rail, the boys in the prison were pretty horny as a group, and I’ve never seen harder cocks or more willing and eager males in my entire life.
I stayed and watched the show for a while, standing in front of the two youth that were tied over the rail, staring into their eyes as they lived the experience of being mounted like a woman. I played with them because I could, relishing in knowing they were no longer threats for my daughter, and I tossed their hair and patted their cheeks as they were fucked. I especially liked the way their backs glistened with sweat as they were impaled. It seemed to be a good thing to me as I watched those two feeling different stiff cocks in their holes one after the other. The teens fucking them were all very eager too, and fucked with a vengeance, and by the time the first half dozen or so loads of cream were being squirted into their bowels, the two eunuch cocks were already wilted, hanging down like useless worms, almost to emphasize that their own days of hunting a pussy to fuck were over.
I probably stayed long enough to watch them each take close to two dozen cocks up their holes, one after the other, and before I left there was white sperm literally dripping from their asses as their holes were unable to contain the multiple loads being deposited there. Horny teenagers can make a lot of sperm, and load after load was being squirted into their holes and they were filled with cream. By the time I left they each had jism literally running down their legs, and a puddle had even started to form beneath each of them on the floor. Even so, still the inmates were lined up, anxious and ready, one after the other, and some of the first boys were hard again, ready for a second round once the first group had all been satisfied. I knew then that it was going to be a very long night for the tied down recently castrated males, and yet as I watched them being fucked I took satisfaction in it.
My daughter was safe, and from my perspective as a father, those that had wanted to fuck her were getting their just reward. Of course, the word would no doubt get out too, and I knew I’d have a lot less trouble in the future keeping other young men from trying to get into her pants. And, with that thought, I left them then, to set the example, with their legs tied wide part and their holes open and eager, taking one rock hard teenage cock after the other, their eyes wide with shame as their holes each swallowed those cocks like a woman’s pussy.
Epilogue (by Dario Mindus)
When I returned home that night, my daughter stormed up to me, belligerent and hostile.
“What have you done to them?!” she demanded.
“I’ve had a change of heart,” I told her, “you can speak to them whenever you like from now on.”
My daughter stopped in her tracks, confused. My magnanimity was not what she had expected.
“I can? Oh daddy, thank you. I knew you’d see that they’re nice boys!” She threw herself at me and wrapped her arms around me, wetting my face with a kiss.
“Daughter, they might be nice boys, but they both had just one thing in mind. But now they don’t, so I don’t mind if you see them anymore.”
Again she looked confused. Of course, she had felt the sexual charge in the air when she was around either of the boys, but she couldn’t work out the meaning of my words. Her brow furrowed.
“I don’t understand what you mean father.”
I smiled and said,
“I have a gift for you from Gregory. Put out your hand.”
She was still so naïve – that was the problem. Her face brightened and she happily did as she was told, as I reached into a bag I was carrying and took out Gregory’s testicles. They were white and cold, and the size of hen’s eggs, so she didn’t immediately comprehend what she was holding, especially in the lamplight. She looked at them, with an expression of bemusement on her face.
“And these are from Johannes,” I said as I placed Johannes’ much smaller testicles into the palm of her other hand.
Maybe it was the difference in size: Gregory’s huge stallion balls and Johannes’ small teen balls that tipped her off; or maybe she finally understood that the pink knot of flesh at the top of each egg was what had connected it to its former owner’s body. Perhaps she’d even held them in her hand when they had still been attached. Whatever triggered it, her expression slowly changed from puzzlement to gaping, horrified recognition, and the color drained out of her face, leaving her white as a ghost. I would have expected her to shout and scream, or fling the boys’ testicles away in revulsion, but she didn’t, she just kept staring at them, her eyes flickering back and forth from one pair to the other. Maybe she was thinking about the way that the boys futures sat ruined and cold in the palm of her hands. Or perhaps she was wondering exactly how I had harvested the testicles, and how painful it had been to lose them. Tears trickled down her cheek, and she simply said,
“Oh daddy, they’re good boys – they didn’t deserve this.” Then with an expression of heartrending sorrow, she walked out of the room, still holding the lifeless balls.
I was being spiteful, showing her that she must capitulate to my will, but I’ll admit, I started to feel pretty guilty at this point. Had I just robbed two decent boys of their balls and subjected them to abject humiliation because of my desire to control my daughter’s future? I wondered if I might instead have irreparably damaged our relationship.
It was over a month later before I saw either of the boys again. My daughter and I were at the market, and I had turned to negotiate with a stall-holder when Johannes walked out of the crowd. He looked smaller and less vibrant than before and his eyes had lost their sparkle. He was carrying a load on his shoulders, and it looked as though he’d been sent out on chores for his mother. He stopped uncertain as he saw my daughter, and she walked over to him.
“Johannes, how are you? I’m so sorry for what my father did to you.”
He looked silently down at his feet, clearly ashamed at the mention of his emasculation. His face bore an expression of deep humiliation and sadness, and for once, there was absolutely no hint of a bulge in the front of his tunic in the presence of my daughter.
Even though my hostility towards him had dissipated since I’d had him nutted, I couldn’t help but imagine his empty little scrotum and his limp, impotent penis nestled inside his loin cloth. Now, he was no more dangerous to my daughter than a young puppy.
“How are you Johannes? I was worried but I didn’t think you would want to see me after what it cost you.”
The boy looked shyly up at her, although his head was still hung low. He looked as though he was on the verge of tears but there was also still warmth in his timid glance. Then he caught sight of me at the stall watching him. He said,
“Your father said I’m not to talk to you. I have to go.”
With that, he turned and shuffled quickly off into the crowd, looking over his shoulder all the while, presumably to ensure that I hadn’t followed to punish him again. He was walking awkwardly with his legs apart, so perhaps he was not yet fully recovered from his castration. Or maybe it was the after-surgery activities that still left him tender.
My daughter tried to tell him that he was allowed to speak to her, but he wasn’t listening, or was afraid to hear. All I could think of was the fact that the fine fluff on his face was never going to get thicker. I managed to suppress a smirk, but the thought amused me.
Three months later, I was alone at a slave auction, idly watching in case any interesting lots came up. I was surprised to see Gregory in the pens waiting to be sold. He was standing naked and dejected, although his magnificent physique was still impressive. I asked the auctioneer what his story was and the man said,
“His story is quite amusing actually. He was nutted by the father of a girl he was seeing against the father’s wishes. When he got home, and his own father discovered that he was not able to carry on the family line, he was put up for slavery. Apparently, he has a young brother who will take over his role.”
I watched the auction, and I even considered bidding on Gregory myself, just for the trophy, but I realized how that would hurt my daughter, and I was trying to stay away from vengeful behavior, so I never made a bid. However, I was greatly amused when I saw that the boy was bought by a male brothel owner from the docks. It looked likely that for the foreseeable future, Gregory would be getting his ass filled, just as he had so recently dreamt of filling my daughter. He struggled and screamed when he saw who had bought him, but he was effortlessly subdued, and a small round loop of metal was heated and driven through the base of his cock and closed into a ring. A leash was attached to the ring, and he was led off, meek as a lamb.
I very rarely entered my daughter’s room, especially now that she seemed sullen and resentful towards me all the time. However, I had cause to go speak to her about something, and I was surprised to see Johannes’ testicles were on the window sill. They’d shrunk considerably in the dry desert air, and had taken a wrinkled appearance, looking like small walnuts. It seemed that she was still pining for him, and she had kept these morbid souvenirs as reminders. It was my own fault – I should never have been vindictive. I didn’t let on that I’d seen the desiccated balls, but I resolved to take action to help her overcome her sadness. Of course, Gregory was now beyond my reach, and truth be told, I’d always disliked his brash confidence. However, Johannes still lived close and he appeared to be the one that she missed anyway, so perhaps there was something I could do.
I ordered my retainer to go and bring Johannes’ father to me. The man arrived, both belligerent and fearful. I had two powerful eunuchs standing by me as he arrived, making it clear that physical hostility on his behalf would not be tolerated. However, I could see that he was furious at what I had done to his son, and I couldn’t say that I blamed him. If I was in his position, I would have felt the same. He might be just a laborer, but his children mattered just as much to him as mine did to me.
“I’ve brought you here to discuss your son, Johannes.”
“You turned him into a eunuch just for talking to your daughter. “
“Yes I did. I warned him repeatedly to stay away from her, and he wouldn’t listen. He was thinking with his prickle, not his head, and it was clear that it was just a matter of time till his desire to rut overcame the last of his common sense. By the god’s, the boy had a pole rising between his legs whenever he was talking to her!”
Johannes father glowered at me. My punishment was clearly harsh, but he could not disagree with my grievance. He said,
“Then you should have come to me, and I would have dealt with him.”
“What’s done is done, and I won’t apologize. Johannes disrespected me and he paid the price. I’ve brought you here to talk about my daughter. What I did, I did to turn Johannes from lusting after my daughter, but she misses him and has been pining for him ever since. I’ll do anything to make my daughter happy, so I’ve brought you here to propose a business arrangement.”
“I’d do anything to make my son happy too,” the man said with a scowl, “but I can’t undo what you did to him. I can’t give him back his stones, and I can’t take away the shame he feels from being fucked by hundreds of boys. He can barely even look me in the eye anymore! It was bad enough that you nutted him, but giving his ass to every delinquent in that place was just evil. Do you know he spends two hours a day at the river trying to wash himself clean? His skin is red raw, but we both know he’s never going to feel clean again!”
“I was angry and I wasn’t thinking straight. I probably wouldn’t have done that if I’d thought about it, but at the time… Anyway, as I said, what’s done is done, but what I’m offering you now, is a chance for your whole family to improve their lives.”
“Our lives were just fine until you stole our son’s future. Do you know he still wakes up at night screaming? Johannes is a good boy, and even if he felt lust for your daughter, is that such a bad thing? He really cared for her.”
“I’m hoping that he still does. She’s fading away. She’s become withdrawn and sullen and she only comes out of her room when she is ordered. I fear that she may do something foolish.”
Johannes’ father remained silent.
“Here’s what I suggest. Johannes will come here every day during the week. He will be tutored alongside my daughter, and he will get an excellent education. He will be well cared for and I’ll treat him like a member of my own family. More importantly, he’ll be allowed to resume his friendship with my daughter, free from interference.”
“Now that the boy can no longer get it up to fuck the girl!” Neither of us said it, but I suspect I wasn’t the only one who thought it himself.
“If that’s what you do to your family, I feel sorry for them. Johannes may not have the benefits of an expensive education or any of the other things that your wealth buys you, but he’s a decent boy, and you’ve ruined him simply because you have the power. If it was simply my wishes, I’d tell what you can do with your offer, but whatever your motivation, your offer may be the one thing that can save this situation and give my boy a new future. Not only that, but he really cares for her, and even in his misery, he misses her greatly. I’ll put it to him, but don’t be in the least bit surprised if he never wants to come within half a city distance of you again.”
Now it was my turn to be silent. I didn’t much like being lectured by a commoner, but I had my daughter’s interests at heart, so I bit my tongue, and resisted the urge to have the man savagely beaten and thrown out on the street.
“There’s just one thing; how can Johannes ever feel safe in your house after what you did to him? How can he know that you won’t lose your temper and have the rest of him cut off, or sold into slavery?”
I thought about Gregory with momentary satisfaction, and imagined that right that second, the formerly self-assured young man was on his hands and knees getting his ass pounded by a fat, filthy ten inch sailor’s cock, whilst his sensual lips were stretched around another fat prick that pumped cups full of cum down his unwilling throat. It was a pleasant diversion, but I didn’t allow myself to consider it any longer lest my satisfaction show on my face. Instead, I simply answered,
“I’ll give you my solemn oath that Johannes will never be harmed by me again. In fact, I’ll even give it to you in writing. How would that be?”
“I suppose it’s the best you can do,” the man said, and my anger at his insolence flared briefly, until I reminded myself that considering what I had done to his son, he had every right to be mistrustful. So it was that Johannes became a weekly part of my household.
When the boy first turned up, he was timid and incredibly fearful. He kept his distance from me and the two eunuchs who had captured him, and he was clearly terrified to even meet my eye. I came to realize how much he must have liked my daughter, that in spite of his extreme fear, he was prepared to risk all, just to be in her company. In the years that the boy came by, he only looked me in the eye once, nor did he ever say more to me than to answer my enquiries in a timid, subservient mumble. As a means of breaking a boy’s spirit, I really can’t highly enough recommend tearing his nuts from his sack; although having him raped by over 100 young criminals afterwards must certainly have helped to drive the point home, if you’ll excuse the pun. It’s funny, but whenever I looked at Johannes from that day forth, what I actually saw was his small empty scrotum, and pain shriveled prickle hanging there. I remember the other boys’ thick white cum dribbling out of his stretched anus, and running down his empty sack and the insides of his legs. That was probably what Johannes thought about when he saw me too, which explains why he wouldn’t meet my eye.
I know he and my daughter cried together a lot when he first started coming around, but after a while, they started to enjoy their time together again. As I came to realize that unlike Gregory, who was only interested in my daughter for sex, Johannes truly loved her.
Now, as I lie on my deathbed, still young, I face the ultimate irony. I was attacked on my way home through the city one night. I never got to see who it was – maybe Gregory, or maybe one of the delinquents I helped out at the Academy. I was stabbed in the chest, and the doctors have been unable to repair the damage. As I lie there dying, my daughter comes to my bedside, with Johannes in tow. He is only 20, and she 19, and now she will grow up without a father.
She kisses me sweetly on the cheek, and she says,
“Father, Johannes and me are going to marry.”
He finally gets the courage to look me in the eye, and he stares, and I’m sure he is is thinking to himself that finally, I can do no more to hurt him. My sins have come back to haunt me. My daughter will marry an impotent eunuch from a humble family; moreover, one whose stones I personally stole from him. My line will die with her. Far from being angry, I start to laugh, hard at the wicked irony of fate. I laugh so hard that something in my chest gives way and my laughter turns to coughing, then choking up blood. I can’t get my breath as I fight for life. I look up, and standing behind my daughter, Johannes is watching me. He clutches his groin briefly, with the glimmer of a smile on his face. I can’t say I blame him. Then the darkness closes on me…