Camp Eunuch

It all began when Donny a friend of mine from work started e-mailing Mark each night and got a chat-room going. They would talk dirty as they imagined they were screwing each other, they called it “sex in cyber-space”. It wasn’t long before others found the group and joined in. Donny and Mark also invited a few of their friends and mates to join the group as well and I was one of those. In a short period of time the group had some thirty regular members and the numbers kept growing. There must have been bucket loads of cum dripping off screens and keyboards when the group closed down each night.

After a few months the group was getting so big it was getting to difficult to get any continuity going as a lot of the folk were just adding their comments all over the place and it was hard to follow the topic you were interested in. New chat-room software became available that allowed different ones to go off to another area to maintain their course of interest. This helped a lot but often others would joint the different groups which meant trying to explain where the group was in their cyber sex that it still made things difficult for those that had been with that thread since it started. The problem was solved with a major upgrade of the software that did two things. It allowed people to submit their profiles and direct area of interest and their general location in the world at large as well as assigns a unique a membership ID number for each member. But the most interesting change was the ability for private groups to be formed where people had to apply for membership to a particular group. The person who started the group became group moderator along with anyone that person gave that privilege to in the groups rules section. Donny and Wayne then started a private group called “The Ball-Busters”. This group was made up of all people interested in rough sex and those who lived in our area or very close to it.

The group soon built up to eleven or so of us. We were then able to described the rough sex that we wanted and liked without others criticising. Particularly those who were only interested in vanilla sex, everyone to their own as it were. We would spend time in the main areas of the chat-club, but at nine o’clock each night we would slip into our private Ball-Busters group. Our private group had been going for six moths or so and it seemed we had a reasonably stable group of guys sharing most nights. We all appeared to get on well with each other when someone talked about meeting each other in a coffee shop we all knew of as a social side of the group. A date and time was set and the whole group actually got to meet each other. It was a good time in general but a bit of a concern arose with two of the guys who seemed to want everything their way and they were quiet overbearing with it as well. It didn’t take long for people get a bit pissed off by it and by the end of the afternoon the two guys who tried to take over the group left together and it didn’t take long for the nine of us left to bond really well with each other. That night in the group chat-room the other two guys said they were going to start their own private group. Whilst it was a bit sad it was for the best and the moderators then removed their membership numbers from our group profile so they couldn’t join the group without applying once more.

From then on the group just seemed to get better and better. Now that the group knew each other it was getting easier and easier to talk about our real fantasies and the things that really turned us on. Most of us began talking about bondage and discipline, the leather scene, slavery, cock and ball torture and castration and all those sorts of things. We were able to discuses at length about these things and no one ever made fun of the deep interests of another. We increased our social get togethers and did a number of things together as we all enjoyed each others’ company. It was decided that we would go camping together one weekend and it was a real success. We all got on extremely well and group sex encounters were fantastic however there was always one odd fellow that got left out when we paired off, as no one wanted to threesome when it came to sleeping each night. No matter how hard we all tried to get a tenth member to join us we were unsuccessful. Group get togethers became more common where we meet nearly every fortnight. We all got on so well and started looking around to where we could all meet and set up a play room. The answer soon came when Donny had been given an old warehouse that was left to him in an inheritance he got.

After several months of trying, we all decided that we needed to closes our group to new members but we needed to select a group slave/boy as it were. This became more apparent when we all discussed about moving into the upstairs part of the warehouse and living together and running a sex shop and things in the area down stairs. A lot of time was spent putting together a business plan and we all put money into it. The sticking point came over how we were going to select the house boy come slave boy of the group and how the group would set them apart for the position. The group decided we would put our suggestions down on paper and put them in a box and then sit around and talk about it. All manner of suggestions came forward from the one with the shortest cock or smallest balls, to the slowest to cum etc, etc. Many suggestions came in to identify our slave boy. Suggestions came in from tattoos, castration, branding, piercing, the warring of chains locked around there limbs and neck and to be kept naked and all that sort of thing. A meeting was called and we all meet and all the suggestions put forward were talked about. What would set our slave boy apart for the sake of the group, yet identify them with the group at the same time. In the end it was unanimously decided that we wanted the entire list suggested be done to our boy to identify him. Now came the hard part, the competition, how would it work seeing no one wanted to volunteered for the position.

The decision was made that it would be a jack-off competition, but the last person to shoot after third wank with only an hour in between wanks from the first to shoot in the last round. To make it more interesting we would all shoot onto a Sao biscuit and the last one to shoot in all rounds had to eat the cum loaded not so crispy biscuit. We decided that we would hold the competition when we went camping in an isolated and secluded part of the woods of the national park some fifty kilometres away in a couple of weeks. The camping trip then got called “Camp Eunuch”. Each of us had to sign a contract that we were willing to participate and accept the outcome of the selection test. It also allowed for the sign of the group to be tattooed or branded on the left hand side arm shoulder of all the members but the right hand side of the slave boy. So it was every man for himself when it came to the competition. Each one had a different approach to the build up, I know I tried to refrain from having sex or waking to let the little tadpole solders to build up so that there was plenty waiting their turn to be set free.

We all meet at our favourite bar on the selected Friday afternoon. We placed our signed contracts in a box that was locked and left with the John, the Bar Tender to hold until we got back on the Sunday. We all knew one of us would not be coming back as a full credentialed man from Camp Eunuch. The group consisted of Donny, Mark, Wayne, Thomas, James, Bob, Richard, Simon and me, Paul. Once all that was done we all headed off to the woodlands and arrived early Friday afternoon and got our tents and things all set up. It was decided that we would all go naked. One of the conditions was that we each had to be shaved from at least our waist to knee caps as a minimum. Most choose to have all their body hair removed from the neck down. I brought along a thing called an inverter which was plugged into a twelve volt battery and gave us a couple of hundred watts at two hundred and forty volts. It was enough to run some lights and a pair of clippers. So Friday night was spent together shaving each other. Everyone was buzzed with the clippers before we got going with some shaving cream and razors or hair remover cream. We all had hard ons’ as we worked on each other and it was almost impossible not to get too aroused and blow a load at that point. Once finished we all went swimming to get the remaining shaving lotion or hair removal gel off us before we hit the sack for the night. Saturday morning was spent swimming, hiking or fishing etc. Every one had a siesta in the afternoon making sure we were all at our best for the competition. We all had roast chicken and spuds for tea and after we cleaned that up the games would begin.

We could all do what we needed to do to assist our efforts to shoot our loads. I loved tying my balls up when I masturbated. A large plate with some Sao biscuits was placed on a stool for us to cum on. We were all standing around when Donny blew a whistle for all of us to start. My balls were flying around for all I was worth. Wayne came in first. Second place was James and then Richard. I then followed by the others whilst Bob was still going for it. We all sat round and after Bob shoot a load he sat down red faced as he was handed the plate of biscuits to eat. We all lay around recuperating for the next round. Bob was still panting some fifteen minutes after he cum, he managed to finish the plate of Sao’s and wanker’s juice. I swallowed a large glass of water as I sat around waiting for the Alarm clock to ring to start round two.

The Clock bell rang and we all got up and commenced to pull ourselves off again. It was interesting watching the different approaches we all took to complete the task at hand. I was surprised that Bob was going so well, in fact he came in third and just before me this time. Richard was struggling and looking red faced as everyone was resting when he finally came in. But it was still only the second round and the main bout was too followed. Richard consumed all that was on the plate. Most of us were looking a bit worn buy it all, we all hoped that it wasn’t going to be us who came in last next, as this one would change our lives and our position in the group. The time between the bouts seemed to fly as the clock showed we only had five more minutes before the round that counted most would begin.

Again the bell went off and we all got into it. There was a noticeable time difference before the first person Wayne came in this time. I had my balls tied up and was squeezing for all I was worth trying to get them to release the seed within them. James and Bob were next to deposit their contributions on the plate. Mark and Thomas followed then Donny shoot his load. I thought I was going to cum next but my cock just wouldn’t ejaculate its load, so I kept doing everything I could to get it to bring forth. I was furiously wanking just about ripping the skin off my shaft when Richard blew his bolt all over the plate. It was now down to Simon and me. I again increased my wanking speed and was just about out of breath when Simon’s cock went off like a waterfall flooding the plate with copious amounts of his seed. Leaving me the patsy as the others all cheered and called out for me not to stop wanking till it produced the required goods and shot its last load or they would cut my cock off as well. I collapsed to the ground after my cock finally released its contents. Seeing I was no picker I got up and eat what was on the plate and licked it clean. The others then came up behind me and said well Paul looks like it going to be the group eunuch, welcome to our new slave boy toy, they all cheered. They then picked me up and carried me over and tied me spread eagled between a frame work that had been put up with some lights on it. The clippers were then brought out and all my body hair was removed including my head. Once they had my body hair down to short stubble including my head it was then coated in some goo that began to itch all over. I was a some what surprised when my head and face was done in the stuff as well but there was nothing I could do about it now. After an hour or so with this goo on my body it felt like a million bees had attacked it. Several buckets of cold water were thrown over me before I was let loose and taken to the lake and thrown in from a pier. Shit was the water cold; all I could do was swim back to the shore where the guys were now eagerly waiting for me.

I was taken back and tied to the frame again. Donny came over with a funny looking tool that had a small green band over four prongs and said well mate we all agreed on what was to happen to the looser of the competition. He put the tool down and commenced to play with my more than smooth balls, stretching them and getting the sack to go all floppy. Now that he had achieved that he picked up the tool again and began to pull some of my loose ball sack through the out stretched ring. Then Wayne came over and helped Donny push my nuts through the ring one at a time. The band was pushed way up so it sat tightly under my cock before the handles were released trapping the neck of my scrotum closed. The prongs of the tool were eased out letting the ring to close down and start the process of strangling the life out of my nuts. I was relieved that there wasn’t a lot of pain at this stage and my cock sprang to life and stood up at its full seven inches tall leaking pre-cum everywhere. The guys all commented looks like he is enjoying loosing his balls. Wayne then came over with another ring on the elastrator tool. He then carefully pushed my nuts through the opened ring, this time it caused my nuts to ache a little. He pushed the ring up just under the first ring and let it close around my ball sack. This time a dull ache developed but it wasn’t that bad. The guys all wanted me to know I had balls before they were lopped off and they all took turns hitting me in the balls so that both nuts more than hurt as the sack and its contents were going cold, as well as turning purple and black. The whole group had slapped my balls around and were now kicking them. The pain was getting really bad and radiated though my groin till my entire being felt like it was in pain. My nuts kept getting thumped until I cried out “for crying out load cut my nuts off, please castrate me now”! I would never ever forget the pain my nuts caused me this night as long as I live.

This is what they were wanting me to do, to beg them to remove my nuts. They kept up really pounding my balls now with all the force they could muster, and then asked what was that you wanted us to do? Again I cried out CASTRATE me now for God’s sake! Simon was given a sharp knife seeing he nearly lost the competition. He came over and showed me the knife before he bent over and placed the knife between the two green rings. As he grabbed my bruised and battered nuts they hurt like hell as he pulled them down with one of his hands. The rest of the group was all around not wanting to miss any of the action. Once more they all asked what do you want us to do Paul. Without hesitation I uttered those fateful words, “cut my balls off please! Simon then pulled the blade between the two rings and again I screamed out as the knife bit into the skin of my proud ball sack separating the skin as the blade slide through it. As Simon held up my nut sack for all to sea including me, the group erupted in a unanimous cheer. My eyes were bugging out of my head as I realised that they were my balls he was holding up and that they were no longer attached to me. Donny announced that I was now their Eunuch Slave Boy and that I was no longer a man any more and not really a boy as they at leased had balls even if they couldn’t shoot!!!

To my surprise I had and maintained hard on all through this and as the knife bit into the cords that connected my balls to my body I shoot the last of my seed out of my aching body. One of the guys took still photos and another one a video of my castration so it could watch time after time. In fact they had the video copied to a DVD. Donny then cut the ring holding the sack closed he was holding. He then pulled the balls out for all to see what they look like. After he had shown me what I once owned he injected both of them with some stuff he had in a jar. Once they were both injected my, or should I say their balls were thrown into the jar as well. Donny then pushed some fake testicles back into the sack I once owned and then put another band around the top injected some of the solution into the bag and dropped it into the jar with my nuts floating in it. When they were nicely preserved they would go on display for all to see that came into our living area at the warehouse.

I was then taken down from the frame and laid out on a park bench on my back. They had made up a rough pair of stirrups that me feet were attached to. Then my body was strapped down so there was no way I could move what so ever. My butt was just hanging over one end of the table when Wayne came over and sat between my legs. He could still make out the two cords that used to be connected to my baby makers, so he got a red hot piece of metal and spotted the ends of both cords sending a wisp of smoke up as he did it. I let out a bit of a scream each time he dabbed it to my body. Then he cut the green band off that was just under my cock. I jumped slightly as the green ring shoot open. My two ball cord disappeared into my inner body some where never to be found easily again. Wayne then wiped some antiseptic solution over everything before he picked up a new scalpel and began to trim the rest of the unwanted skin away that hung there. He wanted it to look like I had never had balls once everything had healed up. As he cut away it stung like nothing I had ever felt before. They used no pain killers whatsoever as it was important for them that I felt every bit of it so I would never forget what had happened this day. Wayne carefully stitched the wound close before he put more antiseptic cream over the area and bandaged it all up.

Whilst they still had me on the table I was marked up to have four piercings done. Both my nipples were done, the septum in my nose and a PA in my cock head were all done by Mark who did piercing and body modifications, he was also a professional tattoo artist as well. All the time they were doing the piercings the camp fire had another tool being prepared in it that of the branding iron of which there were two sizes. The smaller of the two irons was retrieved and brought over by Richard who lined up right hand side pectoral muscle and pushed the branding iron into it. Gee’s did that fucking sting as smoke rose into the night air leaving a permanent “E” engraved into my chest. The iron was placed back into the fire for a few minutes before it was again brought over and jabbed into my right hand shoulder, this time I let out a bit of a scream as I lay there castrated pierced and now branded knowing they still wanted to brand my boy butt. I was given a few moments to recuperate before they got me off the table. I had no strength to fight them and just wanted to get it over with. I had my feet tied to the two table legs and my arms tied above my head to a tree branch above me. Again Richard did the honours as he walked over he was carrying the larger of the brands and it was glowing in the dark. Without warning it was pushed into the flesh of my right hand butt check and again I cried out but glad it was all they were going to do today. As they untied me a chain was put around my neck and lock with a large padlock. As they untied my four limbs they too had chains and lock put on them. I was given a couple of tablets and laid down on my camp bed on my unbranded side and soon fell asleep.

The sun was well up when I finally came around the next morning but it didn’t take long for my body to let me know it was still more than hurting from all that it was put through the night before. Donny came over and helped me get up and to get cleaned up ensuring that all my wounds were clean and more antiseptic put on them particularly the wound where my balls used to be. I was given breakfast and then all the guys wanted to fuck my butt before they got branded. As each one took turns to use me they then had their left arm shoulder branded with the “E”. It was late afternoon by the time we all headed back to town. On the way home we stopped at the hotel to pick up the box with all the signed paperwork in it from John. John also wanted to see what the eunuch of the group looked like, so I was shown to him and Wayne pulled my pants down to show him that I no longer had balls. John’s only comment was, fuck me! Wayne said that can be arranged!

That night I was taken to our new home and I was still tired, so I was put to bed. The next day Donny informed my work that I would not be returning and that he too was giving notice. It didn’t take long and the guys set up a business down stairs called “The Innovation Body Shop”. The business had several departments of Adult Supplies consisting of books, magazines and clothing and sex toys. There was the Tattoo Studio and the Modification Shop. I ended up with lots of tattoos and a lot more body modifications and was always hauled out as examples of the guys work. Mine you the best part was getting laid all the time. I always cracked a smile when I thought about the events of Camp Eunuch.